| Author: | Dyanne Davis | ISBN: | 1230000254685 |
| Publisher: | Frances Dyanne Davis-WDpublishing | Publication: | July 23, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dyanne Davis |
| ISBN: | 1230000254685 |
| Publisher: | Frances Dyanne Davis-WDpublishing |
| Publication: | July 23, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
HITTING THE RIGHT NOTE
Does Karma really play a role in the lives of mortals? Ask Mona Richards her opinion and she’ll say yes without hesitation. Karma has been kicking Mona’s behind for over a year.
Thirty-nine year old Mona Richards finds herself with a unique problem. Her husband is dead of a major heart attack. Mona however had been trying to find ways to kill her husband for the past five years before he died.
For the past year she’d dealt with being a widow. She’d thought she was even handling the possibility of being a murderess. She wasn’t sure if she was guilty of murder but she was guilty nonetheless. She’d tried to kill Fred and that was the crime. She’d wanted to and that was the sin. She has a huge dilemma. In order to save her sanity she must decide if keeping her secret or reclaiming her life is the most important.
Having met the love of her life, Fred, at eighteen, Mona was deeply contented. Fred’s love struck just the right cord within her and brought out the music in her soul. She wanted nothing more than to be his wife. Her world was happy and secure; there was nothing that could possibly rock it.
Of course we know the untruth of that. Fred had a secret, one that proved deadly. Mona like most wives was the last to know.
Mona’s irrational behavior began with a phone call. “Come and get your husband outta my bed.” It was the first time she’d thought Fred would be better off dead.
When Fred falls dead at his office, of a presumed heart attack Mona has him cremated and tosses his ashes in the trash. And all before her daughter can return from her vacation. Everyone thinks Mona has lost it because of her grief. Her daughter is angry that her mother didn’t wait for her to say goodbye to her father and badgers her to allow her to have a memorial service. Mona agrees that if her daughter still wants this in a year she will allow it. A year has passed and the daughter still wants the memorial. Fred is dead and karma is wrecking havoc with Mona.
Deciding she’s wasted enough of her life playing the wrong song with the wrong man Mona set out to resurrect her life and bring back the music. In her quest to return her sanity and remain out of jail she decides to become part of a grief counseling group. She’s grieving for her lost youth. Along the way she meets a cast of characters who each have their own reasons for being in the group
Excerpt
If she’d known that guilt would keep the stench of death in her nostrils for almost a year, maybe she would have done as he’d asked. Maybe she would have buried Fred instead of having him cremated. But it was too late for that thought now. The deed was done and she couldn’t very well go back and dig him up, could she? In fact there would be nothing to dig. She’d tossed the ashes into the trash along with the greasy chicken bones, orange peels and coffee grounds. And she’s not shed a tear in doing so. He deserved it, she thought and wiped away the first tear that had spilled since he’d been pronounced dead.
There was just one little problem. Karma. And karma was kicking Mona Richard’s behind, big time. She had to find a way to let it go.
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HITTING THE RIGHT NOTE
Does Karma really play a role in the lives of mortals? Ask Mona Richards her opinion and she’ll say yes without hesitation. Karma has been kicking Mona’s behind for over a year.
Thirty-nine year old Mona Richards finds herself with a unique problem. Her husband is dead of a major heart attack. Mona however had been trying to find ways to kill her husband for the past five years before he died.
For the past year she’d dealt with being a widow. She’d thought she was even handling the possibility of being a murderess. She wasn’t sure if she was guilty of murder but she was guilty nonetheless. She’d tried to kill Fred and that was the crime. She’d wanted to and that was the sin. She has a huge dilemma. In order to save her sanity she must decide if keeping her secret or reclaiming her life is the most important.
Having met the love of her life, Fred, at eighteen, Mona was deeply contented. Fred’s love struck just the right cord within her and brought out the music in her soul. She wanted nothing more than to be his wife. Her world was happy and secure; there was nothing that could possibly rock it.
Of course we know the untruth of that. Fred had a secret, one that proved deadly. Mona like most wives was the last to know.
Mona’s irrational behavior began with a phone call. “Come and get your husband outta my bed.” It was the first time she’d thought Fred would be better off dead.
When Fred falls dead at his office, of a presumed heart attack Mona has him cremated and tosses his ashes in the trash. And all before her daughter can return from her vacation. Everyone thinks Mona has lost it because of her grief. Her daughter is angry that her mother didn’t wait for her to say goodbye to her father and badgers her to allow her to have a memorial service. Mona agrees that if her daughter still wants this in a year she will allow it. A year has passed and the daughter still wants the memorial. Fred is dead and karma is wrecking havoc with Mona.
Deciding she’s wasted enough of her life playing the wrong song with the wrong man Mona set out to resurrect her life and bring back the music. In her quest to return her sanity and remain out of jail she decides to become part of a grief counseling group. She’s grieving for her lost youth. Along the way she meets a cast of characters who each have their own reasons for being in the group
Excerpt
If she’d known that guilt would keep the stench of death in her nostrils for almost a year, maybe she would have done as he’d asked. Maybe she would have buried Fred instead of having him cremated. But it was too late for that thought now. The deed was done and she couldn’t very well go back and dig him up, could she? In fact there would be nothing to dig. She’d tossed the ashes into the trash along with the greasy chicken bones, orange peels and coffee grounds. And she’s not shed a tear in doing so. He deserved it, she thought and wiped away the first tear that had spilled since he’d been pronounced dead.
There was just one little problem. Karma. And karma was kicking Mona Richard’s behind, big time. She had to find a way to let it go.
Show less
