by Skye Turner
Sadly, these things happen in the real world every single day. People DO prey on children. Adults DO buy and sell sex with minors and it happens in places you wouldn’t imagine.
I hope that the story touched you and I hope that while the content was very dark and disturbing, that you also found peace with it and that you enjoyed the “love story.”
This book was SO hard to write. The content settled heavily on me and writing some of the scenes literally drained me… Both emotionally and mentally.
I am so pleased with the finished project. This book took me almost a year to complete, but the book just takes my breath.
If you take nothing else from the book, take this…
The world isn’t always black and white… sometimes it’s gray. And gray is ok.
Love and prayers to you all and I hope you enjoy the book.
My next project is nothing like this and I do hope that you all look for With Gratitude and Love… coming around Thanksgiving.
XOXO,
Skye Turner
About the Author
Skye Turner
Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned Internationally Bestselling Author of the Sexy Adult Romance series Bayou Stix.
She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.
She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and eight fur babies.
When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or catching up on her family oriented blog.
She loves to incorporate pieces of Louisiana into her writing.
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Sneak Peek of
With Gratitude & Love…
Coming THIS THANKSGIVING
From
This is an Unedited/ Rough First Chapter of With Gratitude and Love… Coming this Thanksgiving from Skye Turner.
Content subject to change.
©Skye Turner 2015
Chapter One
Maloree
Dear Service Member,
I hope that this message finds you well. It’s such a small token of my appreciation for all that you and those who serve beside you do, but it’s all I can do from the home front.
I’m writing to you from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I’m an author and while it seems like such a meaningless task to some, to me it’s so fulfilling. I create elaborate stories for readers around the world who pick up my books. The fact that I can create a brief respite for those who read my written words and involve them in my stories and characters is very rewarding.
Though not nearly as rewarding as what you do.
I’m sorry, I’m rambling.
I simply wanted to send you this cup of coffee (or tea, hot chocolate, iced coffee, etc.) to show that we are thinking of all of you back home. You’re service and sacrifice is noted and appreciated. At least by me.
I sincerely appreciate your sacrifice in leaving those you love behind to serve and protect our country and our freedoms. It’s because of you and those who came before you that I am able to do what I choose to do and live my life free in the country I love.
I’ll send this off now, but again, thank you for your service.
Sincerely yours with love and coffee,
Maloree Arceneaux
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Just as I’m hitting “Send” on the message and sending the Java for a Joe, my personal assistant, Beth, pops into my office. “Mal, do you have those chapters done? I can get started on them if you have them ready.
“Do you think you’ll make your deadline?”
Turning in my chair, I pop my back and stretch my arms high above my head. “I have Chapters One through Twelve done. They’re not edited, so they’ll be rough, but I did finish twelve.” She looks at me and sees my laptop behind my chair.
Her brows raise and she smiles. “You just sent more coffee to the troops?”
I grin. “I did. It’s something I can do and the thankful messages I get every week, show that the gesture is appreciated. Most of them thank me for the coffees and really it’s me who’s thanking them.” I spin back around as my e-mail sends a ping to show it’s gone through. “It’s a two buck cup of coffee. It’s nothing for me to send that, yet, they thank me as if I’m sending them boxes of chocolate molten lava cake. It’s a great feeling and I’m happy to do it.”
Beth leans over my shoulder. “Send me the link again. I keep saying I need to do this, and then I get caught up in working for you and forget. You slave driver.”
I laugh and wave my hand behind me. “Yeah, I’m so harsh. I’ll send you the link. I need to get back to work. This book is not going to write itself. Shoo.”
She chuckles as I hear her head for the door. “Hey, do you need a top off on your coffee or are you still good?”
Looking down, I see my empty mug. “I need more. You know java fuels my soul and gets the words flowing. I’m only at about six cups so far today. You’re slacking.”
She swoops in and grabs my cup as I once again start to type. “Uh huh. You drink too much coffee, boss.”
I grunt, “No such thing.” And once again immerse myself in my story.
