Her most recent accomplishment started in the summer of 2015. Finishing her father’s dream come true by publishing his works. She is the 2016 local American Night Writers Association (A.N.W.A.) chapter (Snake River Writers) president, won NaNoWriMo and participated in the online writers’ conference March 2016.
Teya has been writing for as long as she can remember. At a young age she lived on a street she affectionately named Hill Street Blues. She is street smart and fluent in sarcasm, all help in her writing. Her father would always be and will continue to be her inspiration, even after his untimely death in 2006.
She loves sitting in her soft chair next to the fireplace and watching out a big living room window. It gives her plenty of creative juice for stories.
She met the love of her life in the loft of a barn. Yep, that set up some teasing from her father. They have been happily married since 2003. They have four children and all are loving and supportive of her writing. She refuses to comment on the trolls in the closets and under the beds. She is active in her church, has compassion for others, and a love for all life brings.
One wrong step changes Jocelyn’s Prima Ballerina life…
One choice results in Jeremiah facing unbearable consequences…
When these two meet, it could be catastrophic or the answer to unspoken prayers.
Can love be tested too far? Will hearts soften and hurts be forgiven?
Or will too much loss be too devastating to find hope?
One thing is for sure, lives are about to change forever…
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then right, and stepped on the gas as he glanced at his sister. Strangely, she began
to glow brighter. A fleeting thought came to him of why she might be
illuminated. Emily started to turn her head right, and as she turned everything
slowed down. Silence fill the space, not even the radio made a sound. He saw
her eyes wide with fear and her mouth open as if in screaming, but no words. He
felt his eyebrows crease together a second before he heard Emily scream, “Jer!”
Then a deafening crunch, as he slammed against his door, and as his head careened
toward the window. Metal twisting metal, and the shattering of glass could be
heard. Just before his head smashed against the window knocking him out.