Finally Back to Book Two! (And a peek at the start of the new version of Where the Pink Houses Are)

Friends and Readers,

I promised you occasional updates on the writing process for books two and three in my Where the Pink Houses Are “trilogy.” And for those of you who are waiting, I know if feels like forever. But I promise I’m working on it.

As a matter of fact, this week I will be back to work on book two! (med) Kindle Cover-Where the Pink Houses AreYay! I have over 300 pages done and I’m so excited to finish it. Some of you know, I had put it on the back burner so I could re-work book one and I’m thrilled with the final result. The story hasn’t changed much but Where the Pink Houses Are is even better than it was before. You can get it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and many other retailers.

If you’ve already read my first book, I’d love your feedback on the newer version. If you haven’t read my first book, I’d really love your opinion!! So, check it out and let me know what you think! (It’s less than the cost of a tall mocha latte and hopefully a little bit more enjoyable. Not a lot…I mean I’m a realist. Latte’s are awesome. But, ya know…a novel hopefully lasts you longer 😉 )

Here’s a sneak peek at the new first chapter:


Chapter One


I hate planes. They’re flying coffins. And can we talk about these flimsy seat belts? If there was any way to get Anna to Ireland without being strapped into this death trap, I’d take it. I guess we could have done a cruise. But then—Titanic. 

If this freaking plane would just stop shaking! This is it. I’m going to die in a fiery crash or be swallowed by sharks in the North Atlantic. Maybe I should have taken Anna’s drugs.

My heart pounded at the thought of plummeting to the depths below. Breathe, Brenna. Breathe. While I did deep breathing exercises, my mother-in-law, Anna, slept peacefully in the window seat beside me. 

Of course, that was because I had forced her to take Ambien.

There had been a lot of that over the previous nine months—me forcing her to do stuff. “You have to eat, Anna. You’re going to starve yourself.” “How about a shower today, Anna?” I mean, I get it. She was grieving. But I was grieving too, and I still showered. 

Sorry. That came out mean. She had every right to be a wreck. The freak car accident that stole my husband from me, robbed her of both her husband and her only child, on the same day. It’s hard to come back from something like that. She was so depressed after the accident that she barely got out of bed for a month. 

I might have done the same, but I didn’t have that luxury. Someone needed to handle the funeral arrangements, the tons of paperwork and all the other everyday things you never have to think about because your husband takes care of them. And I also had to work. Anna had Joe’s life insurance money to live off of but Ben and I hadn’t even gotten to that point in our marriage yet. What twenty-year-old thinks about life insurance?

The plane shivered again, and still Anna didn’t move. I settled back a little and stared down at her totally relaxed hands. She had been wringing them for days before we left. One minute she’d insisted we weren’t ready for a long trip, and the next, she was telling me how excited she was to see her aunt and cousin. 

But mostly she’d been worrying. She worried over my fear of flying. She worried that by taking up two of the rooms at her aunt’s Bed & Breakfast, we’d be putting her out. And she worried that I had to quit my waitressing job to get enough time off for this vacation. Honestly, that part worried me too, but there was no way I was gonna cancel this trip, because I was pretty sure it was exactly what Anna needed. 


To get to the Amazon page where you can download a free sample or purchase the kindle book for $2.99, click on “Where the Pink Houses Are.”



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