Large Print and other irregularities

Did you know that some of my books (ten to be exact) are available in paperback in LARGE print? Yeah? I’d kind of forgotten over the years too, but I made these because some people love having a paperback BUT can’t read the SMALL print! The other day I got a review for one of my older novels and it all brought it back to me, the writing, the creation of that story, and then the formatting.

Now, if you read on kindle or on a computer you can make the print larger (I don’t know how on a kindle, I’ve never used one) but when you buy a paperback, the only way you can get larger print, is to buy one that is already in that larger font. There are specific sizes that make it LARGE print.

The book they reviewed is The Claim. It’s NOT lesfic but it is like Little House on the Prairie because I read those books cover to cover as a child, practically memorizing them and I always wanted to write something like that. So, I did.

The books I have in LARGE print are:

SHIPS CompanionSHIP, FriendSHIP, PartnerSHIP, RelationSHIP

Erotica Volume 1

Long Distance Romance

Children of Another Mother

Bikini’s Are Dangerous The Complete Series

Malice Masterpieces The First Five Books

To Love A Shooting Star

The Claim

Represented

Timed Romance

They are ALL available on Amazon but don’t come up when you just type in the title, you have to specifically look for LARGE print.

Another thing that I did over the years is I made pocket paperbacks. Remember those paperbacks that were always by the grocery store check-out years ago? (Late 70’s early 80’s, at least here in Midwest USA) I made quite a few of those too, but people simply don’t KNOW about them because Amazon HIDES them deep! Sometimes, it’s simply NOT convenient to carry the normal 6×9″ paperback and stuffing a smaller book, a pocket-sized book, in with your things makes sense.

The titles I have that are in that size are:

Mysterious Malice (Book1)

Meticulous Malice (Book 2)

Sapphic Surfer

Sapphic Cowgirl

Mistaken Malice (Book 3)

Malicious Malice (Book 4)

Masterful Malice (Book 5)

Matrimonial Malice (Book 6)

Mourning Malice (Book 7)

Murderous Malice (Book 8)

Mental Malice (Book 9)

Menacing Malice (Book 10)

Minor Malice (Book 11)

Morally Malice (Book 12)

Morose Malice (Book 13)

Melancholy Malice (Book 14)

Mad Malice (Book 15)

Macabre Malice (Book 16)

Marinating Malice (Book 17)

Ghostly Love

Whatever the size you need/want, I’ve got quite a few that might suit your needs/wants/desires. If not, let me know! They are ALL available through my website, the links to the Amazon versions as well as about 18 other platforms, check it out!

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Worst MRI EVER

Today I had to go in for an MRI.  Now you all know my health scare back at the beginning of 2022 where they found a brain mass and I had brain surgery to biopsy it.  Fortunately, it was benign which means it’s not cancer, a real concern to me since I am a cancer survivor and my mother died of brain cancer.  You can read about all this here on my blog if you type into the search engine on the left of my blog.  I’ve detailed my cancer and health journey pretty extensively.

Naturally you would expect checkups to the brain to see if the mass has grown, is moving, or if it’s standing up to be counted.  Well, I’ve since had several trips to the Emergency Room and I had my three months checkup.  It has affected my attitude towards telling my doctors how I’m actually feeling as I don’t want to go in anymore, I don’t want them to stick me with a needle anymore, I’m in pain and they aren’t fixing it anymore.

In June, six months after the surgery I began to experience dizzy spells.  At first it was just the morning thing, you sit up, you go to stand up (not necessarily suddenly) and you feel dizzy, like woah.  Well, this got steadily worse and then I discovered I could bring them on myself by laying back down, bending over, etc.

I was due to have another MRI in November as part of my check ups but because of this dizziness they scheduled the soonest one which was today in August.  Now, because of the fact that it is a brain tumor, they have to do a closed MRI to get the best picture of it instead of an open MRI which has a bit more wiggle room.

Those of you who know me, know I’m a big woman.  Even when I slim down, I can’t hide the fact that I have shoulders that are built for football and I don’t fit in the closed MRI like a normal person.  They literally have to shove me in there and it hurts!  Today was no exception.

I have had many MRIs over the years with my cancer and other health concerns and today was one for the books (pardon the pun). 

I do not blame the health care personnel but damn, my appointment was scheduled for 7:45am, and because they got into their heads that I’m a hard stick, they called and rescheduled it for 6:45am.  I’m a night owl so it only made sense (to me) to stay up and sleep afterwards.  So, I was going in sleep deprived (my own fault, but I was worrying), hungry, and anxious.  For some reason this appointment was causing me to have a LOT of anxiety.  Given what I’ve been through, no wonder why.

With all the chemo and many times I’ve been stuck over the years my veins have scarred over, shrunk, and now hide from the personnel attempting to put in an IV.  This MRI required that they have it with contrast to see the difference in my brain and clearly see the tumor.  I react to that contrast.  It’s not an allergic reaction like you would assume, it’s more of a physical reaction.  In my case, because my shoulders are scrunched painfully in the tube, my neck stiffens up just as painfully.

Today they stuck me five times with the needles to get the IV in successfully.  The first gal, even blew my vein.  I’d just gotten done telling her the tale of how they blew my veins twice the last time and it took three months to heal from that.  Btw, you can still see the bruising on my arm from that time three-months later!  Yes, and I’m not exaggerating!  She was most apologetic but I was just trying to get through this.  I knew my being angry over it and the fact that I was tired and hungry wouldn’t help her do her job.  I really kept myself calm.  She decided after her second stick to call in an RN and if that didn’t work, they were going to do an ultra-sound stick (which I had back the last time I was in the Emergency Room and they blew my veins then!).  Fortunately, after three more sticks, the RN got it and it was a success!  Or, so we thought.

The techs were really concerned when I told them I react to the contrast, asking me the same questions I’d already answered, which is annoying but hey, they weren’t there and it was, at least, noted that I react to this stuff.  They always assume it’s an allergic reaction, they blow me off when I explain it’s a physical reaction. 

Another thing which was annoying me is I’m a chatterbox during these things, part of it is nerves, part of it is that I don’t go anywhere so when I’m out in public, I tell stories.  They cut me off each and every time and not just one person but everyone I ran into this morning.  To be honest, it hurt my feelings.

Finally, I am going into the tube and I did tell them I don’t fit.  Broad shoulders get beat up going into these small, narrow tubes.  It’s no wonder people develop claustrophobia to these things.  I haven’t … yet.  My shoulders do best when I can bring my arms in across my torso so they are ‘pulled in’ and away from the sides.  Nope, they insisted I keep my hands and arms at my sides even though I told them it wouldn’t work.  Sure enough, they hurt me to the point I had to say something as I was jolted side to side into the tube.  They pulled me out again on their automated bed, again squeezing my shoulders against the sides.  Removing their cushions lo and behold when I pulled my arms across my torso a bit, I fit, if uncomfortably. 

Now, you have to lay there through the various scans for forty-five minutes.  Normally, I don’t mind that as I just day dream, um, er, I mean work on a story.  Seriously folks, authors day dream to make their books happen and I’m guilty of that.

They put my head in a cage, which I knew, since I’d gone through this a couple of times already.  I’m a bit OCD about things so, since I could see myself on the mirrors, I made sure my head was aligned to the center.  Thank goodness my nose is straight!  Then, I lay there, thinking about my stories and such.

However, this story isn’t over.  The doctor had ordered contrast with this MRI as I mentioned before.  Once they started pumping in the contrast I yelled out in pain.  My thought at that exact moment was it was too bad I couldn’t scream (I’m not a screamer for the most part, but then, that’s a conversation for another blog).  All I could do was shout out that it hurt, squeeze their little bulb to notify them that something was wrong, and keep shouting that hurts! 

They pulled me out again, banging my shoulders in the process as I tell them my arm is hurting.  It wasn’t just hurting at this point, it was agony.  They don’t remove the cage and I’m trapped there on a bed.  All of my body has stiffened up at this point and my shoulders, which were already hurting, my neck which was stiffening, everything is hurting.  My legs, which are exposed due to their gown (I refused to remove my underwear even though they ‘suggested’ I do so, apparently some synthetic materials these days cause burns with MRI’s and other scans) are restless, twitching, something I had to fight against laying in that tube for so long. 

The tech is rubbing my arm where the IV went in causing the needle to hurt me more!  Turns out they not only blew a vein today but they blew the IV!  The damn thing was administering the contrast not into my vein as it was supposed to, but out under the skin.  While I was trapped there on the table (it’s like a moving slab you see on CSI, shudders), he administered saline and kept rubbing.  The immediate pain subsided and he’s like, “I think we got enough contrast into you to continue with the scan.”  I just wanted to get the hell out of there so I agreed.  I was being very careful not to show my anger but I could sense my face was telling them without my words.  I could do this; I could bear up under the pain.  Every friggin’ joint hurt at this point.  He pulled out the IV which was a relief, and ripped off the tape (ouch), rubbing it all and bandaging it up a little too tight.

When they pulled me out after the last five minutes and told me I could get up and go, I could not rise up off that slab.  My back had seized (I have two herniated discs and two bulging ones from when I sprained my back years ago.  It’s permanent, it’s painful, and it affects other things).  They had to literally pull me into a sitting position with, you guessed it, my sore shoulders and arms.

They explained what happened and I made them explain certain words.  I was tired, I was a wee bit ‘cranky’ shall we say, and my brain wasn’t computing.  I know it annoyed him to use certain words (which I did know, but couldn’t think about the meaning) and I made him explain them to me.  They had me sign a paper acknowledging that he had explained what happened and how it should be treated.  I get that, covering his backside.  I don’t blame him, I really don’t, but I’m sick of my procedures always going wrong.

Driving home, it was still so early and I was tired, out of sorts, probably should not have been driving myself. I got home and slept most of the day away (I hate that by the way, feel like I get nothing done).  My arm has a swelling from the procedure.  It’s about 5-6” long, about 3-4” wide, and about an inch high.  It’s grotesque.

I made it very clear they aren’t getting me in again any time soon.  The guy didn’t seem to understand that I was talking about future procedures.  He thought I meant about doing this again today or something.  S M H.  Seriously, I am so sick of the drama of medical procedures and the beating my body took today.  Now, I await the results.

Nearly in an accident

Now, I want to give you the background, the set up to that headline. 

I was going out to my SUV to take care of some errands.  A spider had woven a web between my electronic side view mirror and the door.  I unlocked the door, opened it, and got in.  I didn’t see the web until I sat in the driver’s seat, turned on the vehicle, and waited for the air to blast.  It’s hot here.  As I put on my seat belt, I saw the web and thought, man that’s intricate.  I wonder if it will blow off when I drive down the highway?  As I’m thinking of the strength of a spider’s web, how pretty the strands are in the sunlight, I’m already driving down the street.  I felt something on my neck. 

Now, I’d just gotten out of the bath, having washed my long hair, and had clean clothes on to go out.  At first, I thought the sensation on my neck was my hair, which frequently feels like a spider’s web as it touches my skin in places that you wouldn’t expect eighteen-inch-long hair to be.  I went to brush it off, and realized on the way, my hair was up, and back, and wet, in a ponytail.  There wouldn’t be dry hairs like that brushing my neck … besides, it moved.  It was big too, whatever it was.  My brain went, it’s the spider to that massive web that you just saw.  It put two and two together and I felt the size as I went to brush the ’hair’ off only to realize instantly, it was a spider, a huge one.  I rubbed it slightly as I picked it up, then between my fingers, looked at it for a moment, and flung it across the car.  It was black, the size of my pinkie finger nail, and shudders!  I nearly drove off the road, causing a one-woman accident!

Now, you’re probably going at this point, it’s a spider, get over it.  However, there is more … read on.

I am a spider magnet; they always bite me too.  I’m also one of those people who reacts to spider bites.  There was an incident a few years ago where I got 19 spider bites in one night.  I suspect it was the same spider, caught, under the covers.  See the evidence:

Now, you could say it wasn’t a spider EXCEPT I know spider bites after all this time, this is the time of year they do me in, and I know I’m going to scar each and every time I get one.  I got one two days ago on my ear, it made my ear blow up like a cauliflower, and it wasn’t painless.

THIS spider though, I KNOW was probably still alive after I rolled and flung it!  I studied that web, it had a big something dead in the middle, and covered, probably for lunch later.  Since I’d probably just killed the artist, I decided to get the web off my vehicle.  At the next light, the window came down and I delicately unlatched a few key strands, watching the dead bug hit my mirror.  Once on the highway and then the freeway, it disappeared.  There, problem solved except I found a couple of strands of that terrific web on my fingers, that stuff is sticky!  Again, shudders.  Then, when I got out of my vehicle at the errand, I saw a small brown spider, playing around near the web.  Well, maybe this was the actual architect of that web, but it was less than half the size of the other one.

I tried to forget about it, but the sensation of whatever was crawling on my neck wouldn’t leave me. I shuddered many times thinking about it.  Hours later I returned to my vehicle, the web is long gone, but there was a dot on my rear-view side mirror.  Another spider, one at least as big as the one I’d found crawling on my neck was sitting there … watching and waiting for me I know!  I thought getting back on the freeway and then the highway would make it disappear, but the damn thing was smart.  It crawled in that crack between the mirror (which is electronic) and the cover for the mirror and rode out the ride, probably with the wind through its hairs. 

Tomorrow, when I go out again, it will probably be waiting for me … to take revenge for its family.  If you don’t hear from me, please send your condolences.  You know the spider did it …

Lied

She was angry.  She was fed up.  It was time to take justice to the justices and other politicians who weren’t doing their jobs, especially the ones who had lied to obtain their positions in our political system.  They’d forgotten that they were public officials and answerable to the American people.  
She wasn’t the only one who had thought to vote them out, but that wasn’t working anymore.  It was time to instill fear in those going into politics who had used their position of power in order to line their own pockets.
There had been a time where being a public official, going into politics, had been an honorable thing.  That time was past and there was no integrity in politics.  She was about to do what she felt was the honorable thing by removing these sycophants from the system.
 
While the events in this book may be similar to actual events, all characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely intentional.

Available now on Amazon and coming soon to other outlets.

Brevi (Italian for Shorts)

1 racconto Piegata all’indietro
Inaspettatamente si è impadronita della mia scrivania
 
2 racconto Fantasia
Cosa faresti per stare con la persona che ami….questo racconto fantastico risponde a questa domanda
ma non necessariamente nel modo che ti aspetteresti
 
3 racconto Bagnata
Quanto puoi bagnarti?
Quasi affogo mentre faccio l’amore con la mia ragazza in una piscina…
 
4 racconto Serata in Famiglia
Melinda ed Em hanno la serata in famiglia del giovedì sera.
Una relazione calda e amorevole, un corpo caldo e amorevole, chi non vorrebbe tornare a casa con
questo?  Ecco cosa succede a Melinda ed Em durante la loro serata…
 
5 racconto I Bikini sono pericolosi
Questo è quello che succede quando indosso un bikini per la prima volta. Una breve storia erotica che
racconta a coloro che capiscono che i BIKINI SONO PERICOLOSI
 
6 racconto Sveltina ~ Contro la Macchina
Basato su una telenovela spagnola di Madrid, questo racconto è la mia interpretazione di quello che
sarebbe successo se fossi stata lì.
Ero molto arrabbiata quando sono stato attaccata…
 
7 racconto Mantenuta
Ci sono molti modi in cui una donna può essere MANTENUTA, non solo finanziariamente, ma
emotivamente, fisicamente…
Alexis non viene MANTENUTA nel senso standard della parola. Ha la sua vita, i suoi soldi, è la sua
donna, eppure Sasha continua a tirarla indietro. Un’idea intrigante per tutti noi che ci chiediamo come
sarebbe avere fondi illimitati per fare ciò che vogliamo, quando vogliamo e con chi vogliamo.
 
8 racconto Sveltina ~ Contro il Muro
Vengo sbattuta contro la mia volontà (più o meno) contro il muro…
Sono troppo stanca per pensare bene quando vengo presa dalla mia ragazza…
 
9 racconto Sveltina ~ Sopra il Divano
La mia ragazza mi prende e mi porta sopra lo schienale del divano…
 
10 racconto Mile High Club
Entrare nel Mile High Club non era esattamente come pensavo che sarebbe stato.
Una storia breve che non ti aspetti. Caldo, amorevole ed erotico, unirsi al MILE HIGH CLUB non è
quello che sempre.
 
11 racconto Amore Spettrale
Cosa succede quando ti innamori della tua migliore amica? E se fosse un FANTASMA?
Stacey è un’adolescente normale, che vive i “normali” momenti di angoscia adolescenziale. Ha
un’amica fantasma con cui farà un viaggio: Renata. Mentre gli anni passano e Stacey sperimenta la
vita, scopre che l’amore le sfugge finché non si rende conto che è sempre stato lì. Cosa fai quando
l’amore della tua vita si rivela essere un FANTASMA?
 
12 racconto Sveltina ~ Sotto il Molo
Con un po’ di persuasione, porto la mia ragazza Sotto il Molo
 
13 racconto I Bikini sono Pericolosi 2
Ancora una volta dimostriamo che non ci si può fidare dei bikini, come questi minuscoli ritagli di
materiale siano PERICOLOSI!
 
14 racconto Sulla Strada Panoramica
Siamo state lontane per troppo tempo e non potevamo aspettare…
La New Jersey Turnpike è un tratto di autostrada interessante. Sulla strada panoramica, non potevamo
aspettare dopo esserci fermati ad una sosta. Potevo non tentarla?
 
15 racconto Relazione nella Stalla
La loro relazione inizia nella stalla. Corpi sodi, fianchi appariscenti, bellezza e anche i cavalli non
sono male!
Tutto inizia in una stalla…
 
16 racconto Sogno sulla Spiaggia
Un sogno fantastico trasformato in realtà. A volte i sogni si avverano…
Non hai mai sognato un posto dove andare? E se lo facessi diventare realtà con la persona che ami? Se
tutte le tue fantasie e i tuoi sogni diventassero realtà?
 
17 racconto I Bikini sono Pericolosi 3
Dimostrazione che i bikini non servono solo per nuotare.
I bikini sono multifunzionali. Io uso il mio in un modo che né io né la mia ragazza avevamo previsto.
 
18 racconto Tacco o Guarigione
Quando l’obbedienza è necessaria alla relazione.
Claudia sta cercando una nuova compagna di giochi. Può addestrarne una in modo soddisfacente?
Brenda sta cercando… non è sicura di cosa, ma in Claudia trova una donna che può ammirare, di cui
può fidarsi e infine amare. Può Brenda guarire il freddo cuore di Claudia?
 
19 racconto Bagnata ~ Nuovamente
Quanto puoi bagnarti?
Quasi affogo mentre faccio l’amore con la mia ragazza in una piscina d’acqua…
 
20 racconto Bacio
Una visione umoristica sul bacio.
Cosa rende un buon bacio un buon bacio? Informazioni istruttive a livello umoristico da osservazioni
ed esperienze personali.

Potete trovare i link sul mio sito qui

Tacco o Guarigione (Heal or Heel)

Quando l’obbedienza è necessaria alla relazione.
Claudia sta cercando una nuova compagna di giochi. Può addestrarne una in modo soddisfacente?
Brenda sta cercando… non è sicura di cosa, ma in Claudia trova una donna che può ammirare, di cui
può fidarsi e infine amare. Può Brenda guarire il freddo cuore di Claudia?

Potete trovare i link sul mio sito qui

I Bikini sono Pericolosi 3 (Italian for Bikini’s are Dangerous 3)

Dimostrazione che i bikini non servono solo per nuotare.
I bikini sono multifunzionali. Io uso il mio in un modo che né io né la mia ragazza avevamo previsto.

Potete trovare i link sul mio sito qui

Sogno sulla Spiaggia (Italian for Beach Dreams)

Un sogno fantastico trasformato in realtà. A volte i sogni si avverano…
Non hai mai sognato un posto dove andare? E se lo facessi diventare realtà con la persona che ami? Se
tutte le tue fantasie e i tuoi sogni diventassero realtà?

Potete trovare i link sul mio sito qui

Relazione nella Stalla (Italian for Stable Affair)

La loro relazione inizia nella stalla. Corpi sodi, fianchi appariscenti, bellezza e anche i cavalli non
sono male!
Tutto inizia in una stalla…

Potete trovare i link sul mio sito qui

Sulla Strada Panoramica (Italian for On the Parkway)

Siamo state lontane per troppo tempo e non potevamo aspettare…
La New Jersey Turnpike è un tratto di autostrada interessante. Sulla strada panoramica, non potevamo
aspettare dopo esserci fermati ad una sosta. Potevo non tentarla?

Potete trovare i link sul mio sito qui