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Let’s talk about the future of the Jerry McNeal Series.

12/16/2022

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While most love the series, I have some that are not happy with the length of the books. I would like to address this. First, they are not short stories - they are novellas. A novella is a work with a wordcount of between 17, 500 and 40,000 words. The novellas in the Jerry McNeal series are all 14 chapters and are written to be quick, easy reads. The first Jerry book (Always Faithful) is just over 28,000 words and comes in at 119 pages.  The rest of the series are all over 33, 000 words and come in between 165 and 172 pages. All are fourteen chapters and I let the story tell me when it is finished. Which brings me to my next point.

That Feeling: Always Faithful- the original title for book one- was first published with a different cover, on November 21, 2016. At the time, I had planned on making it a series about a psychic police officer and Gunter was ONLY to be in the first book. I released the book during an ugly time in our lives when my husband was extremely ill and I had taken on the role of caregiver. Had I of not released the book, I would not have had a release that year. In the writing industry, not releasing is not good. So, I released this small novella to help me stay afloat in the writing world. It was a single novella and while it had a few good reviews, it never really went anywhere.

Fast forward to last November when I had just finished writing my latest Orphan Train novel. The books in my Orphan Train Saga are meaty- Loyal came in at over 112k words. They are rich in history and dramatic and tend to take a lot out of me, so I usually take a break between writing them. During this hiatus I decided to revisit my Jerry book. The plan -add two books to the series. Taking my late mother’s advice, I decided to keep the dog in the storyline and picked up right where I left off- with Jerry reading the letter from Max. *Side note, had I continued the series with my original plan, book two would have been a single book with Max over and done. Aren’t you glad life made me wait? I know I am!

I began this current journey only planning to write two Jerry books then return to my Orphan Train Saga. That was before I saw the response to this series. I have been published since 2012, NEVER have I had a rection even close to what I’ve had with this little series. So, I kept writing and publishing a book a month for 2022. My new plan was to give you a 12 book novella series. At first it was easy but then the pressure to meet my self-imposed deadlines became a bit much. I found myself canceling signings, telling my family I couldn’t participate in family gatherings and staying in the writing chair until well past midnight some days just to finish. I did not celebrate my birthday this year as I had a deadline. I sat at my computer at the beginning of November already stressed about a deadline I wasn’t sure I could meet. My writing voices felt the pressure and stopped talking for about a week. For the first time in ages, I realized I wasn’t having fun. While I was able to meet November’s release schedule, I decided I was not going to face December with the same stress.

I love Christmas. The last thing I wanted was to drain my holiday cheer by trying to pressure my writing voices to keep up. So, I made the decision to push the release back a month to give me and my team time to enjoy the holiday season. The new deadline is January 29th. We may release early, but it will not be any later as Amazon only allows me to push back once and only for a maximum of 30 days.
 
So now I know you wish to know what comes next. As I already mentioned, I had only planned on writing two - which morphed into eleven for a total of twelve. Because I have had people begging for longer books, I’ve decided to add a full-length Jerry McNeal novel- Spirit of Deadwood. Currently Spirit of Deadwood is due to be released on March 20, 2023, but I still have to write the book. So far I think I will be able to make the schedule providing the writing voices work with me. I will let you know if that changes.  

After I finish Spirit of Deadwood my plan is to return to my Orphan Train Saga and write the book those readers were expecting this year.

Moving forward, I hope to juggle both series at a much more reasonable pace. There will be other Jerry books, however I expect most of them to be in the form of full-length novels. My current goal is to give you at least one per year. If there is still a demand for smaller books, I may add some to the original series as time allows.

I have great writing voices which give me amazing ideas when I am not pressuring them to perform.

Facebook can be finicky. My page got deleted once this year and I had a bear of a time getting it reinstated. Please make sure to follow my author page on Amazon, and sign up for my newsletter (which I hope to get better at releasing), and follow this blog to be alerted to new releases.

I am grateful for each and every reader and give thanks for my many blessings daily. Thank you for taking a chance on this indie author I hope you’ll hang around as I promise there will be more Jerry and Gunter books in the future.
 
 Ps, for those who enjoy longer books, the Jerry McNeal Series is now available in three book sets. These are the clean and cozy editions and are much larger books both in size and page count. :) 
 
 
 
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I owe you an apology!

12/5/2022

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Dear Readers,
I have an editor, a proofreader, and a small team of beta readers, and I pride myself on having little to no errors in my books. If something is brought to my attention after release, it is corrected. While it is rare for a book to be 100% clean, I am now aware that my latest book had several glaring errors regarding a key character.

While working on Village Shenanigans, book eleven in The Jerry McNeal Series, Jerry’s mother, Lori, had an identity crisis and changed her name to Linda midway through the book. We were made aware of the mistake during the Beta reading stage, and I thought we had caught them all. Somehow not all were corrected before the book was uploaded to print.    

I wish to extend my sincere apologies for this and assure my team has now fixed those errors.
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I accept the blame for this oversite as I am the one who wrote the book. My writing voices protested the tight deadline, and I did not finish writing the book until three days before time to upload it to Amazon. The days leading up to Thanksgiving were hectic as I sent each chapter to my editor as I finished and then sent it to the rest of my team for a final look. My editor even took time during the holiday to upload the manuscript. It was not my team who let me down. It was I who let them down, as I did not give them adequate time to do a thorough read-through.

It is my understanding that Amazon sends out an e-mail alerting people to updates to the manuscript. Please be sure to download the latest version if they give you that option.

I have thought long and hard about what happened and do not wish to repeat the holiday chaos surrounding book eleven’s release. Therefore, I have decided to push the release of book twelve back to January 29th. I know many of you have marked your calendars for the next release, and I do hate to disappoint you. However, I would rather the book be slightly delayed than disappoint you with the quality of the story.

You can expect book twelve to be released on (or before) January 29th.

 Again, I am sorry for the delay, but I promise the book will be better for it.

If you are looking for other books to devour while waiting, I would love for you to check out some of my other titles. Please remember my Orphan Train Saga are clean reads – most of the others are not.

Thank you for reading, and a very Merry Christmas to you all!
 ~ Sherry 
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My Romance books are not for everyone.

7/2/2022

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A note from Sherry,
When I first began my journey, I knew nothing about writing. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know I wanted to be an author. I had a friend who was going through a difficult time, and to cheer her up I decided to write her a short story with a happy ending. As I was writing, something incredible happened. The writing voices showed up. They took over, and the story went in a whole new direction. The final story ended up being nothing about my friend. That “not so short” story became my first novel, Tears of Betrayal, which is why I always say I did not choose writing; writing chose me.
Having written one romance, I thought that was the genre I was supposed to be in. So, I wrote more. As my skills grew, I started looking at the possibilities and exploring new genres, including psychological suspense.
One day I heard about a little-known part of American History called the Orphan Trains and knew I wanted to write books that would help tell people about the children’s plight. So many people have never heard of the estimated 250k children who rode the Orphan Trains to find new homes. My hope is that somehow my stories will help keep their memories alive.
My writing voices are incredibly versatile and sometimes don’t follow the industry standards. So, it didn’t surprise me when they gave me the idea for the Jerry McNeal Series. Writing about a Marine Veteran with psychic abilities who has a ghost dog for a partner seemed perfectly normal. I adore Jerry and Gunter and all the people that have joined them along the way. I love how well readers are responding to the series and am grateful they enjoy the books enough to keep reading.
 But there lies the problem.
The books I write are as different as the genres they represent.
While the books in The Orphan Train Saga are clean, the Jerry McNeal Series have swear words –I am working to clean up Jerry’s language a bit.
If you wish to read one of my romance books but prefer a clean read, Seems Like Yesterday has been revised to be a clean read.
But be warned, my romance books have SEX. Most have sex more than a few times within the same book. We are not talking close the door and turn off the lights sex. We are talking glow in the dark condoms (King of my Heart.) and other things that leave little to the reader’s imagination. I usually tell readers, if you are like my mom, you will skip over a few pages. If you are like my aunt Barb, you will read those pages twice.
 Also, be forewarned; while my psychological suspense, Surviving the Storm, has some comedic relief moments, it is a darker read than most of my titles and may not be for everyone.
 My writing has evolved, and I no longer write books where the lovemaking scenes are so detailed, but I am not removing my early books from my backlist as the readers seem to enjoy them.
Most readers anyway.
 Today I received a one star review from a reader who enjoyed the Jerry McNeal Series so much they went on to read Tears of Betrayal. Sadly, the reader gave me a poor review due to the “trashy nature” of the book. While I feel the review to be unfair, I totally understand the reader’s disappointment. This is why I am once again reaching out to explain the differences between the books I write. While I have it on my website and have listed it on social media, in the future, I will include something in my books as well.
Thanks for reading, and Eddie, if you are reading this, I would love for you to try my Orphan Train Saga (I’d be happy to send you a signed copy.) They are all clean reads, have won numerous awards, and my readers enjoy the well-researched history within the books.
~ Sherry
 
 
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**Updated Release Date for Cold Case** June 30th

6/11/2022

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​**Updated Release Date for Cold Case**

Because I want to make sure to deliver a product I can be proud of, I have decided to push the release date for Cold Case from June 24th to June 30th to allow my team time to edit and proof the book. This was not an easy decision and I hope everyone understands. 
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Writing and releasing a book a month is not for the faint of heart.

It has its challenges and can get a bit harrowing at times. I began writing Cold Case on May 9th and almost immediately got sick with a combination of bronchitis and strep throat. The crud hung on through three separate courses of antibiotics and wreaked havoc on my time in the writing chair – it’s hard to write when you don’t even feel like being out of bed.

Add to that taking an unexpected (but welcomed) trip to Kansas, where The National Orphan Train Complex awarded me the prestigious Charles Loring Brace Award for my historical fiction series, The Orphan Train Saga. I lost some valuable time in the writing chair but wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

With all of that, I can honestly say that Cold Case pushed me more than any book to date. I know my deadlines are self-imposed, but I still strive to meet them. After regrouping, I promised my editor I would send her Cold Case by the 10th (later than initially intended) and sweated that deadline until the very end.

Yesterday (the morning of my deadline,) I sat in my writing chair at 7 am and finished the last chapter at 9:45 am. I didn’t have time to celebrate as I still had to do the final read-through. It is not a quick process as I look for any issues with the story flow and use my numerous sticky notes to make any changes as I go. I finally finished and sent it off to my editor at 10:09 pm. Usually, there is no greater joy than knowing I am done, but last night, I was too tired to rejoice in finishing another book. Even today, I feel as if I have a book hangover.

My plan is to take the weekend to recover and start on Wicked Winds on Monday. We will be on the road for the next week, heading to my signing in Deadwood. It will be a working vacation in many ways, as I will be working on Wicked Winds and doing research for Spirit of Deadwood. I am not complaining, as I absolutely LOVE my job.

I am very grateful for the writing voices for choosing me and for my readers for taking a chance with an author most had never heard of. Seriously, how amazing is it that all of the Jerry McNeal books have each had orange best seller tags and remained in the top 20 (most of the time much higher- Port Hope is currently the #1 new release in Ghost fiction) of three major categories the entire year!
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THANK YOU for reading. You guys rock!

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Let's talk

4/7/2022

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​Let’s talk~
The Jerry McNeal books do not have sex – they are not romance, and to date, Jerry has not so much as kissed anyone. Will that change? That is for Jerry to decide, though I don’t think he is the type to kiss and tell. Oh, I think he may have kissed his mom on the top of her head.

I will say they are not clean books. Jerry’s character swears. I tried to write the books without the minor swearwords he tends to use and Jerry stopped talking to me for a week. He served with the Marines and could say things much worse, but we came to an agreement. I let him take the lead as long as he promised not to drop the f-bomb or say son of a b…

If minor swearing offends you these are not the books for you. I would, however, highly recommend my orphan train saga, which are clean and suitable for ages 9 to 99.

If you like something meatier than the short read of a Jerry book, The Orphan Train Saga books are between 89k and 111k words. They don’t have ghosts, but they are well researched and have an element of mystery to them. (They are also available in large print.) All books are free to read on Kindle Unlimited.

Signed copies of all of my books are available on my website. I’m having an inventory reduction sale. Most are discounted, and some are free.

Word of warning, if you decide to click on my romance, they have …romance.

My time travel is sex free- but has swearing.

My suspense is dark ~ think Sleeping with the enemy.

Thank you and happy reading! ~ Sherry
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All of my books can be found on my Amazon author page. Here is the link.
https://www.amazon.com/Sherry-A-Burton/e/B005PM6QFG/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_book_1
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The True Story of How my Husband was nearly shot- twice - on our Wedding Day.

1/1/2022

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Don, my soon to be husband and I devised a plan to elope. There was no reason for a rushed ceremony; just merely a way to have a small nest egg saved up before having a big wedding in the future. Don was in the Navy, and if he were married, he would get married pay. Our plan was simple. We were going to get married, not tell anyone and start saving a little extra money.

 Don was on leave and due back to the ship right after the first of the year, so we decided to get married before he left. We chose December 30th. We’d worked out all the details; we would drive to Tennessee, get married, and be home by early afternoon. What could possibly go wrong?

I woke early that Friday morning as Don was supposed to pick me up by seven for our secret rendezvous.   I was ready on time, but Don was nearly an hour late picking me up. This was long before cell phones and I thought maybe he’d changed his mind. Thankfully this wasn’t the case.

The delay was because a house blocked the road. That’s right, s single-story, dark brown, brick ranch - was being moved to its new location on that very morning, the owners choosing to do so early so as not to inconvenience anyone. The good news is the house is still there, and every time we pass it, we remember the day it found its new home atop the hill.

After that minor delay, we were on our way.

We told my mother that we were heading to Bardstown to see Don’s father and would be gone most of the day. We arranged for my sister-in-law to join us as a witness. We drove to her house and waited across the street for my brother to leave for work. The moment the coast was clear, we picked up her and my nephew, who was just a baby at the time. We dropped my nephew off at his great aunt’s house and were on our way to Tennessee to become husband and wife.

The drive was uneventful, and we all arrived in high spirits. There was a line at the courthouse; apparently, several other couples had hopes of getting married that day as well. When our time came, we stepped up to the desk and told the lady we were there to get married. She smiled and asked for our birth certificates. This was the second thing that nearly derailed our plans, as we’d not thought to bring them. Before you chastise us for not being prepared, please remember we were very young. I had barely turned eighteen, and Don was twenty-one. It was way before the invention of the Internet, so we had not been able to research what was involved. 
After a couple of tense moments, the woman decided that we could use our driver’s licenses since they had our pictures on them. We were lucky because, at that time, Kentucky was one of the few states that required photos on their driver’s licenses.

Our identities established, she then requested the paperwork for blood test results—glitch number three. Of course, we had not thought to have any blood test taken. Things like this must happen regularly, as the lady directed us to a clinic where we could get our blood drawn.

We drove across town and finally found the clinic in a rather run-down section of the city. After arriving and feeding yet another parking meter that seemed prevalent in the large city, we entered to find a sea of patients waiting to see the doctor. As we entered the building, every person turned their head to check out the new arrivals. It was a tad creepy as they continued to watch as we checked in and took our seats.
 At the time, I felt it was because somehow everyone in the room knew of our secret mission. Looking back, I believe it was because we were highly overdressed for the area. Don was looking pretty dashing in his leisure suit. My sister-in-law had donned a nice dress for the occasion, and I had on a new outfit, the first one I had ever purchased on my own.

Purchased with money from the new job I’d just started,  I had on new blue jeans with a soft fur trim that lined the outside of the back pockets and a stunning black velour angel sleeve top. It was 1980, and this was the first fashionable outfit I’d ever owned. Having just turned eighteen and living a fairly naive life, it never occurred to me that fur-trimmed blue jeans and a black top may not be the best choice of wedding attire. But hey, this was our pre-wedding wedding, so it was okay.

Luckily, we were only at the clinic for a blood draw and called to the back within a few short moments. They put us in separate rooms across the hall from one another, where we sat on exam tables and waved to each other like a couple of kids. The nurse came into my room first, asking a few questions before tying the tourniquet around my arm. As she lowered the needle toward my arm, I asked her when the results would be back. As the needle approached the crook of my arm, she replied: “oh not long, we should have them back in the morning.”
 I jerked my arm away and pulled the rubber vice from my arm. “But, we are getting married today.”

After a few moments of chaos, we were sent across town yet again to a blood draw center that could accommodate a same-day blood draw. After arriving and paying yet another parking meter, we made our way to a nice waiting area where a very friendly receptionist assured us it would not take long to complete the process. After only a few minutes, our blood was carted away to the testing area with the word STAT boldly labeled across each glass vile. The woman said it would take about an hour, and since it was now nearing lunchtime, suggested we take this opportunity to go and get something to eat.

I am not sure how much Nashville has changed since then, but in December of 1980, it was not easy for three hungry, highly stressed people to find something to eat. We drove for quite some time before finally finding a Burger King. We ate burgers and fries, then hurried back to the lab to get our test results. We had been gone well over an hour, and the results from our blood tests were still not back. After waiting yet another hour, the receptionist finally called down to see what was taking so long. It turns out that our blood was missing! They placed a trace on the tubes, and we had no choice but to wait for them to be located.

After nearly two hours of panicking, the blood was found, and the results finally arrived. Don paid the fifty-six dollars, and we were on our way. Unfortunately, instead of being on our way to the courthouse, we had to drive back to the clinic so the resident doctor could verify the results and declare us fit to be married.

We arrived at the clinic, walked through the gauntlet of gawkers, and spoke with the receptionist, who called the nurse to take our paperwork to the doctor. Forty minutes and Thirty-six dollars later, we exited the building, paperwork in hand that attested that we were in good health and genetically fit to become husband and wife - all signed by a doctor we never saw.

It was late by the time we returned to the courthouse, and all the judges had left for the day. Physically and mentally exhausted, I blinked to keep the tears at bay.

Seeing my distress, the clerk took pity on us and offered to call over to night court and see if there was anyone who could perform the service. Luckily she located a judge who agreed to see to our joining.

We made our way to the courtroom and opened the door, instantly surprised to be met with a room full of people who turned to stare at the persons who’d suddenly disturbed the proceedings. We quickly closed the door without entering, fearing we had unknowingly arrived at the wrong courtroom. Within seconds the door opened, and we were greeted by a distinguished man with incredibly large ears, who assured us we were indeed in the right place.

The man introduced himself as Judge Doty and beckoned us to follow him. I was a bit scared walking through the crowded courtroom and into the judge’s chamber.

 Judge Doty was a sturdy, kind-faced older man with dark eyes that looked like they’d witnessed many years in the judicial system. He seemed rather pleased to be doing something as mundane as performing a simple marriage ceremony. When Judge Doty asked which one of these pretty ladies the bride was, Don clutched my hand possessively and proudly stated that I could cook too. He knew this for a fact as I had made him a spaghetti dinner only a few short months earlier when he was home on leave. What he neglected to say was that I had used boxed noodles, sauce from a jar, and he never even touched the homemade meatballs that I had slaved hours to cook.

Judge Doty began the ceremony only to be interrupted by a phone call. To our surprise, he answered and assured his wife he would bring home a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk. A few seconds later, he answered a second phone call. This call was of greater importance as it ended with the promise of a fishing trip to take place the following day. When the service continued, Judge Doty got to the part where a ring was needed, and in one smooth motion without exchanging words, my sister-in-law removed her wedding ring and passed it to Don, who then slipped it onto my waiting finger. Apparently, in our haste to get married, we had overlooked this minor detail. At long last, and without any further interruptions, he officially declared us husband and wife – which was formally certified after handing over a forty-dollar ceremony fee.

Upon surrendering the borrowed ring and returning to the hubby’s van, the first major test of our marriage was soon at hand. The van was nearly out of gas, we were over a hundred miles away from home, and Don was nearly out of money. Between all the parking meters, blood tests, doctor’s signatures, and ceremony fees, his cash was almost depleted. He had a bit of money in an account at home, but that was way before the invention of the universal debit card. I had not thought to bring any money, and my sister-in-law only had a couple of dollars on her, so we were frantically trying to figure out how we were going to get back home

As it turns out, Don had a money order in the van for the amount of six dollars which he had yet to fill out. He took the money order to a bank across the street - went into the bank, walked up to the teller, slid the money order under the window, and told her he needed money. It was at that time that the guard saw him at the window, watched him pass the note, and assumed he was robbing the bank.

Apparently, the bank had been closed for several minutes, and somehow no-one had remembered to lock the side door- I am not making this up! After a few tense moments, my new husband was able to convince everyone he was not a bank robber, had just gotten married, and needed to cash the small money order in order to get his new bride safely back home. The teller, who’d already closed out her drawer, took pity on him and gave him cash for the money order out of the money she had in her own purse.

With the funds from the money order and the small amount of cash on hand, Don was able to purchase gas which he prayed would be enough to get us all safely home. During the drive back to Kentucky, I, having reached my limit, proceeded to crawl into the bed in the back of the van and sleep most of the way home.
Needless to say, we arrived back at the aunt’s house to pick up the baby much later than initially intended. As we reached the back door, my brother greeted us, humming the hymn to the funeral march.

It turns out my nephew had gotten sick, and his aunt had called my mom looking for us. When my mother questioned why we would take my sister-in-law with us to visit Don’s dad, her aunt had jokingly stated: “maybe they eloped.”

After gathering my nerve, I called my mom, who demanded to know where we had been. There was no reason to lie, so I told her Tennessee, and when she asked why I said: “why do you think?” The next thing I heard was a dial tone. At that point, I was very glad I had taken that much-needed nap.

 My brother congratulated us, we had a celebratory glass of wine, and left.
After once again gathering the courage to call my house, my younger brother answered the phone and wanted to know why mom had been crying ever since hanging up the phone with me. She refused to answer and told him to tell me if I wanted to speak with her. I knew where she lived. An hour later we parked at the church next door to my parent’s house. Feeling as if we were facing the firing squad, we slowly made our way across the yard and up the incline to the house.
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My mom was still crying.
My dad, not typically known for his patience, was so calm it was frightening. He wanted to know why we had eloped. Don spoke up and simply said, “because we love each other.”  
Dad then asked the million-dollar question. “Are you pregnant?”
 We, of course, told them no, which was the truth. Dad visibly relaxed, well at least a little, and left the room for a moment. Many years later, I was told by my brother that he’d seen dad with a loaded pistol in his waistband before he himself had been ordered to leave the house. I do not know for certain if this was true, but I think it was a very good thing that an impending pregnancy was not the reason for our hasty elopement.

When dad returned to the room, both he and mom attempted to make us see the error of our ways, pressing us to get an annulment. They claimed that neither of them objected to the marriage, just the way we’d gotten married. They wanted us to get an annulment and then go back the following weekend to get re-married with them beside us. I was afraid if we agreed to this, they would find a way to keep us from a second ceremony. Dons refusal was because he was not about to relinquish his well-earned prize. He had nearly been shot at the bank just a few short hours earlier, and he was not about to let that experience be for naught.

After a stalemate, it was decided that I would retire to my room for the night, and Don would go home. All parties involved would discuss it further the following day when hopefully calmer heads would prevail.

 I know some probably think it utterly absurd to sleep alone on one’s wedding night, but by this point, Don and I were so exhausted it seemed like the right thing to do.

The final agreement was that we would follow our initial idea to keep the marriage a secret and plan for the big wedding in the summer. As with our elopement, things did not go as intended. We never had the big wedding, nor did I get the white dress. I am happy to report that I did get a wedding band that was eventually replaced with a lovely diamond set on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Good things come to those who wait! ;)

When we first got married, several people expressed their disapproval. They called it puppy love and told us it would not last six months. I am happy to report that their predictions did not hold true - we just celebrated forty-one years together.  

I guess truth be told, one does not need a fancy dress, a shiny bauble, or even a lot of money to get married. You only need perseverance, a trip across the state line, and enough money for gas to get you home…. 
 
 


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Discussing The Orphan Train Saga

9/30/2020

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I’d like to take a few moments to share a bit about The Orphan Train Saga.
In the mid-1850s, there were over 30k children living on the streets of New York City. My goal with each book is to show the situations leading up to the enormous homeless children population. Each book will show how that child came to be living on the streets or in the asylum. Through their stories, I’ll show why so many parents were unable to care for their children and the conditions that spurred one-man- Charles Loring Brace- into action. His goal, to help save the children that so many in the city looked upon as nothing more than cockroaches littering the streets. With help from his high society friends, Reverend Brace formed the Children’s Aid Society. The CAS was instrumental in sending the children out on the orphan trains.
  Each book in The Orphan Train Saga is written with the hope that the reader will see that the orphan train program, though far from perfect, was a necessary tool to help get the children out of the city, thus offering them a chance at having a better life.
 Though many in today’s society are appalled at how some of the children were treated, it is important to know that most of those placed out had good lives. Due to the high death rate from disease and infection, it is also important to note that most of those children would not have lived to see their eighteenth birthday had they not been sent out on the trains.
 Before you make up your mind that this was a political evil, it is also important to note that this was NOT a government program. In fact, the placing out program (orphan trains) was the catalyst that helped to invoke government programs aimed at helping keep families together. The Placing Out Program was the beginning of the modern-day foster care program and helped to put other many other programs, such as child labor laws prohibiting factories from hiring children in place of men.
 Over two-hundred-fifty-thousand children were sent west to find new homes. My goal is to keep those children’s memories alive and further educate the reader by throwing in snippets of forgotten history to help keep the books exciting.
The books are void of swear words, and I try to keep graphic scenes to a minimum.
Though I initially believed this historical fiction saga geared towards adults, I have a fan base ranging from eight to ninety nine according to my latest fan mail.
 Now for a bit about my saga…
 Discovery is the first book in the saga where Cindy and her mother discover the journals hidden in the attic. In reading the journals, Cindy, her mother Linda, and the reader learns of the life that stole her grandmother’s love. Traveling back in time to when her grandmother was just a child, we learn of her father’s death during the trip to America from Poland in search of a new life. We learn of the institutions in which the children live. In having Mileta’s mother drop her at the front door, I show the ease with children could be tossed aside. Something reiterated when Mary tells Mileta her mother dropped her there on Christmas day with promises to return. Another child holds firm to the hope their papa will return one day. During Mileta’s journey on the trains, a couple attempts to adopt her while in route to Detroit. This scenario did occur during at least one of the original placements. A child was adopted and later replaced with another child along the way.  Also, in Discovery, we meet Tobias and are introduced to the infamous Purple Gang. A notorious Detroit gang so ruthless that even Al Capone was afraid of them.
Shameless, the second book in the saga, tells Tobias’ story. Shameless is set in both New York City and Detroit. The reader will join a young Tobias at his “home” in the graveyard of St. Paul’s Chapel, take a disastrous ride on an ill-fated subway- which will later be known as the Malbone Street Wreck- one of the deadliest crashes in the United States as well as the deadliest in the history of the New York Subway system.  Shameless also probes deeper into the Purple Gang and of whisky running during prohibition. We meet a new cast of characters, including Franky (book 4) and Slim (book 5.) We meet Mr. Twichell, a good friend of Mark Twain,  who shares words of wisdom with a young Tobias. We get to see more of the placing out process and what happened when placements didn’t work out. We learn the finer points of picking pockets and travel to Chicago and have a brief encounter with Al Capone. We’ll follow as Tobias meets Mileta and see what motivates his fierce protection instincts and sets the tone for the first five books in the saga.
In Treachery, the third book in the saga, you’ll delve into the life of Anastasia and see if she is as rotten as she’s lead us to believe in previous books. Or, if she is merely a product of circumstances which landed so many children onto the streets. Treachery is full of history and dives headfirst into the lack of child labor laws as Anastasia worms her way into working at the Triangle Shirtwaist factory. Then hold your breath as she barely escapes the 1911 fire that claimed the lives of 146 garment workers. You’ll bear witness to the plight of unwed mothers in the early 20th century and discover what lengths mothers would go to see their children safe.
Guardian, the fourth book in the saga, releases on October 20th, 2020, with Franky’s story. Travel to Chicago and meet Judge, who takes in Franky and gives the boy and the reader a brief tour of the windy city in 1926. Next, you’ll arrive back in Detroit, where Franky is one step away from being caught up in the Purple Gangs. During the course of the book, the reader will take a ride with Jimmy Hoffa, meet a young Audie Murphy, and travel to Italy when a grown up Franky recounts his brief stint in Anzio during WWII.
There will be eighteen books in the saga and they are so intricately weaved together you’ll want to read them in order. Along with those planned within the saga, I’ve already begun working on several “extras”-spinoffs if you will- that will allow the reader to see what happens to some other characters they will meet along the way. Loyal, book five in the saga, will be released in 2021.
If you are looking for romance, you may find yourself disappointed. If you are looking for brief snapshots of real 20th-century history wrapped within the stories of children who want nothing more than to survive in a world where so many around them are perishing, I believe you will fall in love with The Orphan Train Saga.
 
You can order signed copies of the books on my website. You may also order print books at either Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Each book is available on Kindle and can be read for free via Kindle Unlimited.

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I need your help!

7/15/2019

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Hello everyone,
I wanted to make a contest in exchange to help gain reviews, however Amazon does not allow it. If I were to get caught they would remove all reviews from my books.
I know you probably get tired of me begging for reviews (trust me, I hate asking) but I wanted to take just a moment to explain why they are so necessary. You enjoy my books so please take a moment to read this. While I appreciate everyone that sends me a message telling me how much they love the book, I need the world to see those messages.
So why should you leave a review?
  1. I am an Indie author which is another word for self-published. I hire an editor, have a professional cover made for my books and have a team of beta readers who read through my manuscript to help ensure I put out a book which is well written, aesthetically appealing and (hopefully) free from mistakes. I take pride in my work and want to give you the best reading experience possible. Some indie authors are not as diligent and therefore give self-published books a bad rap. By leaving a review you are not only telling me how much you enjoy my work, you are telling potential readers how much you enjoy reading my work. (**I was with a “real” publisher with my first two books, I like the control –over content, covers- and publishing dates- I have with Indie publishing.)
  2. There are certain magazines and venues I would love to advertise in, however, some of them do not even consider the books (or author) until they’ve reached a certain number of reviews. There are also book fests and signings I would like to take part in that look to reviews before offering an invitation.
  3. Each morning when I wake I do two things. I check my sales (This usually makes me happy) and then I go to Amazon to look for new reviews. Sometimes I smile (like when I have a new review) and other I do not (when there not any new reviews.) Please won’t you take a moment to make me smile?
 
What to say? That is the best part, you get to say whatever you want. It’s your review! Write a little or write a lot. Just remember unlike golf, the higher the score (in this case star count) the better.
 
Where to leave a review? There are four heavy hitters. In a perfect world you would decide what you want to say and copy and paste on each platform.
 
Amazon: if you did not purchase the book from Amazon you will not be considered a verified purchaser. That’s okay, just include in the review that you bought the book at a signing event and feel free to name the event. *To be eligible to leave a review on Amazon they require you to purchase $50 in products each year.
Barnes & Noble: to my knowledge Barnes and Noble does not have any rules for reviews at this time.
Goodreads: as far as I know if you have an account (they are free) you can leave a review.
Bookbub: (another free account) Bookbub is a great place for authors to advertise, but again they look to see how many reviews the author has before offering them a bookbub deal. **make sure to like and follow me on bookbub to be told of new releases and book deals.
If you have already left a review, thank you. If you want to leave the same review on the other sites, THANK YOU! One more thing, if you take the time to leave a review please double check to make sure it gets posted. Sometimes they don’t ever show up.
 
 #Pleasereview #Bookreview #yourreviewmatters #indieauthor 
 
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Excerpt from Shameless

6/17/2019

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“Sir?” Tobias asked before Marv moved away.
“What is it, kid? Change your mind about the pie, did you?”
“No, sir. It is just, I was wondering, do I really have enough money for a new set of clothes?”
Marv eyed the remaining bills and laughed. “Son, you could buy yourself an outfit, new shoes, get yourself a real bath down at one of the bathhouses, and still have some coins left. How does that sound?”
It sounded amazing, considering rain was the only water he’d felt on his skin since he’d left home. He’d not changed his clothing in the same length of time either. “I think I would like that, sir.”
Marv raised his hand, and a salesman hurried over from the other side of the store. Dressed in a suit, the salesman was eager to help until he saw his client. The man looked at him the way his momma looked at the roaches climbing the wall in their apartment.
 “Mr. Kramer, the young lad here would like to buy a new set of clothes. He doesn’t need anything fancy, just something that will keep him warm as the weather cools and make him look a little more acceptable.”
Kramer gave Tobias a once over and wrinkled his nose. “That would take some doing.”
“Now none of that, Kramer. The boy has money. I’ve seen it,” Marv chided.
Kramer sighed his acceptance and turned his attention to Tobias. “Very well then, son. If you will follow me, I think we can find you something with less… aroma.”
He followed to where the trousers were and waited as Kramer took out a length of cloth and wrapped it around his waist. Kramer kneeled and placed the tape near the upper portion of his inner thigh.
Tobias took a step backward. “Hey, none of that funny business.”
The man closed his eyes, pinched at the bridge of his slender nose, and exhaled slowly. Opening his eyes, he spoke. “I assure you I am not in the habit of funny business, especially with the likes of you. If a young man wants a pair of trousers to fit then, he must do one of two things. Either he allows himself to be properly measured or he tries them on. To put things frankly, you sir, stink. One can smell you from across the room. No decent person will have anything to do with you in your present state. And I assure you, no one wants you in their trousers.”
Tobias considered telling the man he was under a fine lady’s petticoat not more than a few hours ago but decided against it. So far, no one had questioned where someone like him had acquired so much money. Most likely, they knew if they made a fuss over it, he might decide not to spend it in their store. He nodded his acceptance, knowing if Kramer did try any funny business, he was in the correct position to kick him in the teeth. When Kramer finished, he told him to stretch out his arms. Tobias did as told, and Kramer stepped behind him and took another measurement. He turned in time to watch the man throw the length of tape in the trash. He wondered if the man did that with every customer and knew the answer to be no. It was at that moment Tobias pledged that one day he would be able to shop in a store such as this with no one questioning if he belonged. 


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I am an Indie Author

2/12/2019

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As most of you know, I am an indie author. What that means is I self-publish all of my books. (I originally published my first two books with a traditional (or what some refer to as a “real”) publisher. However, even with a traditional publisher, it was my job to promote my books. I decided if I was going to do most of the work, I should receive most of the money, so I decided to go the indie route. This is not to say I would not consider another traditional book deal, but indie is where I am and I thought I'd take a moment to explain what that means. 

 I realize there are a tremendous amount of self-published authors out there that are intent on getting their books out as quickly as possible. For those that can do it and get it right, kudos to them. In many cases, some self-published authors are more content with quantity over quality. That is not my goal. I prefer to take the time to fully research, edit and proof my books to make sure they are of the highest quality I can provide. I have built a fantastic team which consists of beta readers, proofreaders, my cover/advertising and visual design artist, editor, interior design lady and I have an assistant who helps with some social media posts. I have an online research guy (also known as my hubby, or Prince Charming) who searches newspapers.com to find me articles, which I pour through to see what if any content I can use. In the end, I am the one who must read the research books and newspaper clippings, as I never know what information the voices will decide to use. This all takes time, so it is not realistic for me to publish a book every three months. Not if you expect quality and cohesiveness, something I take pride in.

Along with writing, I must market, post status updates, contact bookstores and other venues to get signing events and answer fan mail (which I thoroughly enjoy.)


It is the goal of myself and my team to make sure I have a clean error-free book when it goes to print. That is not to say we catch everything, but we give it our best. (I am always looking for eagle eyes that are both quick and thorough.)

As an indie author, I must purchase each copy I give away for “free.” It always amazes me when I see big name authors showing photos of the stacks of hundreds of “advance reader” copies their publisher sent them to pass on to readers. At this time, that is simply not within my budget.

I get emails in my inbox daily asking me to pay for this review service, or this service to get more facebook, twitter and Instagram likes. While I do some marketing to help get my book out there, and contests to encourage honest  reviews, I refuse to pay for reviews and likes. While my numbers are not as high as some, my numbers are organic and real.

Reader reviews are incredibly important for everyone, but especially for an indie author. Each time you take a moment to review, you are helping me. You are telling potential readers that my books, even though indie published, are worth their time to read. You are telling Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, Bookbub, or wherever you take the time to post, that my books are worth them mentioning to others.

By posting a review, sharing my status updates, telling people about my books, you are joining my team and doing a part in helping me succeed. I cannot do this alone, and I am deeply appreciative of each and every one of you.

What else can you do? Ask your local bookstore if they will carry DISCOVERY, and The Orphan Train books that follow. The same goes for your local Library. The more people who read it, the more they will tell their friends. Tell your book clubs, shout about my books to your reading groups on facebook. Comment on this blog post. I am sure there are other things, but these are a few which come to mind.

Please know, I am not posting this to complain. I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE what I do. Okay, I love writing and meeting/talking with my fans, but the other stuff comes with the "job," and it is a job. For me, writing is the easy part. Marking and navigating all levels of social media is a constant challenge. I laugh, as for years I floated through life looking for the easy button. I wanted a job that paid well but where I did not have to work evenings or weekends. I can honestly say I have never worked longer hours or had a job that was more difficult. Yet I have a level of personal satisfaction I never knew existed. I didn't choose writing, writing chose me, and I am eternally grateful.

Thank you and happy reading!
Sherry

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