The subject of Blooming Justice is as old as time – and as modern as the evening news. No one is above the law no matter their money or influence, and rape is a heinous crime.
It started out as bullying at the senior prom. Some would call it sexual harassment, but there was nothing sexual about it for Todd. He just wanted to impress his friends with how easy geek girls were when they thought a rich, attractive young man was interested in them. It was about power, not sex.
But this time, he messed with the wrong geek girl. Erin was embarrassed and ran from the ballroom to the safety of home. But she was smart. She was not going to let one embarrassing moment dictate her life. She had plans and they didn’t include a boy with too much money and not enough morals. She was as mad at herself as she was at him. After all she accepted the date.
When college started in the fall, she had a great job at her aunt’s law firm doing grunt grunt work while she took classes. She didn’t fit in at the firm. Everyone knew she was the niece of one of the partners and the only other thing she’d done in her life was work at her mother’s flower shop. It was a long way from a flower shop to a law office, but she would do it. School was easy, sometimes life was not.
Tulsa University had a three-year bachelor’s degree that led into a law degree and that was what Erin wanted. She had always admired her aunt and her position in life, and she wanted to be like her. She would make this work.
And then she began to hear rumors of women being date raped on campus and she was sure she knew who the rapist was. He was no longer just sexually harassing his partners. She knew some of the women and if she could get enough of them together to tell their stories, all the money in the world would not save Todd.
He was going down.
Check out Blooming Justice and leave me a review if you like it. It is the first in the Keystone Lake series.
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Friday night we almost lost our dog. We’ve had a little forty-pound Beagle mix for nine years. We seriously got our dog off Craigslist from a guy who said he was going to Afghanistan. We hadn’t had a dog in 14 years. We had a big, hairy 85 lb. Golden Retriever when the kids were small, and I missed him but enjoyed not having to clean up after him all the time. My husband who grew up in the country with dogs had to have another and we adopted Athena. 
I spent this weekend with my daughter on a Mother-Daughter trip to Wichita. We’ve made different trips once a year for a few years and this one was supposed to be Mother’s Day weekend. But I-35 was flooded so we cancelled. We remade this trip for the last weekend in June and it got HOT! Horribly hot. Near 100° and humidity above 50%. My body doesn’t take the heat the way it used to. 
I recently met an author at the Nescatunga Arts Festival named N. Jade Gray. She was a friendly person and we quickly found out we both wrote for The Wild Rose Press. So, we had something in common other than just being local authors. 
I’ve been married to the same man for 47 years. Yes, we are spring chickens. He became a father maybe before he was ready, but he was thrilled both times. We had two children when we were young, and then quit having kids when we were still young. One of each and the bedrooms were filled up, so we quit. But they were the light of our lives. We didn’t have a penny to our names, and they were the entertainment. We learned to be parents. 
My guest this morning is Laura Boon. She hails from Sydney, Australia, though she’s lived all over the world. Laura is a fellow “Rose” writing romance for The Wild Rose Press. Please help me in welcoming, Laura Boon!
I recently e-published a novella with The Wild Rose Press, Witches’ Cliff, along with several other very talented authors. So far I count 11 novellas set at the same Vermont inn all with different stories to tell. I’m sure there are more to come.
I’ve gotten off the track of life-long learning in the last few weeks, but I feel I learn something new every day. So, to get back on track, I wanted you to know I am trying to learn to write poetry. Now that’s putting myself out there to say something like that on the internet where nothing ever really goes away. But I have some help. I have the Enid Writers Club and one poet in particular, Jim Arnold, who is always trying to encourage me to write poetry. He has even gone so far as to write prose to show that old dogs can learn new tricks.
Spring in Oklahoma! If you’ve lived here long, or even if you haven’t, you know why Oklahoma was given the nickname “Tornado Alley.” Some years are worse than others. The above picture is a free stock photo, not my own. I am not one of the Oklahoman’s who run out to video tornadoes as they sail over. I have great respect for the giants. The funnel pictured above could cause damage, but at least it isn’t a mile wide like some have been and it appeared with enough daylight to see it, not in the dark.
