Book Three - ComplicatedWhat would you do if the love of your life suddenly didn't want the same things as you? What if you had an unfulfilled dream and only your partner could make it come true?Ray is the love of Linda's life. They have an enviable marriage. Until one day Ray announces that he's taking a contract job with his uncle….out of the country. While Linda is disappointed, what adds fuel to her upset is that they are right in the middle of trying to start a family. Her surprise pregnancy throws Ray off, and to her chagrin, Ray refuses to come home despite their dream finally coming true.Her friends make Linda's pregnancy easy, but she still pines for Ray, until one of them steps in. Does this intervention make things more agreeable or more complicated?When Ray finally shows up in her third trimester, the tension could be cut with a knife. Will Linda take him back, or will she kick him to the curb?Mark is a good-looking, Australian cop. Toronto ladies fawn over him, and he doesn't turn any of them away. What could this foreign hearth throb want with a married woman? Plenty… Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
