Countdown Time!

Many of you know over the last few months I’ve been working on getting a handle on my short stories. They were everywhere. Deep in cyberspace. Waiting on submissions. Waiting on acceptance or rejection answers from publishers. In drawers and files galore.


The result of my grand short-story wrangling is a handful of books organized by genre and now available on Amazon in ebook and paperback form.

The good news?

I’ve placed six of the different ebook collections on a countdown sale that will end one week from today. After that?

I’m seriously leaning toward “going wide” with these collections. They’ll go back to the $4.99 price point and be available not just on Amazon, but also on other marketplaces like Kobo, Apple, and Barnes & Noble.

Or maybe not.


After his wife abandons the family, Nick is left to raise his daughter alone. Will young Lacey remain in her closed-off world, or will the magical world Nick longs to reveal to her forge a father-daughter bond strong enough to overcome the impossible?

Awarded an Honorable Mention from Writers of the Future, Beyond the Birches pulls at the heart strings and tickles the imagination…

Nick pulled into the lot, the brakes squealing through the June midnight, straining to slow the pickup and its haul. The headlights fell over the gravel, much thinner and void in spots since he’d been here last with old Norman. He reached for his ball cap on the dashboard and rubbed his head. The gravel and his hair had much in common. These things were worrisome—both his failing follicles and the state of the secluded parking area miles off the main highway and tucked down an equally shabby lane.

The Society must be dying off more rapidly than Nick had realized. The overseers of decades past were usually meticulous regarding the care of the lane, this tiny lot, and the path leading into the woods. Nick was likely next in line, but given the infrequent visits here and the family turmoil of the last few years, he’d lost track of the main guy or gal looking over the property. At any rate, Nick was sure all members of the Society were thinning out like the pebbles.

The moonbeams danced beyond the treetops. This was his third trek here with a dying horse. A mare marked for greatness beyond her human connections. He rolled down his window just an inch. The night was clear, no humidity. A few crickets and tree frogs chimed together in natural rhythm. He breathed in deep, willing the magic of the night to take away the swelling pain in his chest. Lacey stirred next to him, but only slightly, as a faint breeze slid into the cab. In a few more moments, the moon would be so high in the sky that he and Lacey wouldn’t need their flashlights once they reached the clearing.

If he could even get Lacey to follow him onto the path.

Thank you for hanging out for a bit. Check back on the first Monday of every

month for a free fictional short, and be sure to visit my Amazon page.

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Beth's passion for writing started in grade school with an epic outer space adventure scribbled on 158 sheets of wide-ruled notebook paper with not-sharp-enough pencils. That manuscript was lost in a basement flood.

Thirty years, marriage, two kids and several dogs later, she's garnered enough story fodder to resurrect her passion—and this time she backs up her work!

She currently resides in Indiana with her family and a couple of meowing fur babies who enjoy walking across her keyboard.