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Harvest Moon Makes it to #1!!

After only two days of free promotion through the Amazon KDP Select program, Harvest Moon has been downloaded by hundreds of people, both domestically and internationally.

Today, I was notified that Harvest Moon was ranked #1 in the Kindle Store for the category of Death & Grief.  Woohoo, way to go Harvest Moon!!

Lets hope we can continue to move up the ranks and make it into the Amazon Kindle Top 100 eBooks!

Thanks for the support and please continue to share as well as post reviews on Amazon if you habe read Harvest Moon!

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Recent Reviews of Harvest Moon

Amazon Customer Reviews!!

Five out of Five Stars “Captivating!” By Richard 

“This was a great book, best that I have read in a long time!I really connected with some of the characters and felt like I could see myself being a part of their small close circle of friends. The storyline kept me so intrigued that I couldn’t put it down! Can’t wait for the second book!”

Five out of Five Stars “I Loved It!” By Jennifer L. 

“I couldn’t stop reading! The story just pulled me in as it made me think about my own teenage years. The characters were well thought out and relatable and I can’t wait for the next story in the series to be released!”

Five out of Five Stars “A Must Read” By Angeleyes

“This is a must read, great storyline, characters are so real you feel yourself relating to them. I cant wait to read the next book!!”

Five out of Five Stars “Awesome!” By Janette

“I was referred to this book by my sister in law. I have already sent her a thank you for letting me know about it. I could not put my Kindle down until I finished the book. This book was great and left me craving the next book in the series. I grew up in New England so I could picture most of the places in the book with ease, but the description of the area would have done fine if I hadn’t.”

Five out of Five Stars “Harvest Moon Volume 1” By A Kids Review

“Fantastic writing! This is definitely an exciting new series by a talented new author. A definite must read! Cant wait for more!”

Four out of Five Stars “A Good Read” By BookLOADS Reviews
“I started this book not knowing much about it or what to expect, and ended up reading it all in one sitting, finishing at midnight! I cringed as the gruesome details of Angela’s death were described and how it influenced the rest of Lexi’s teenage life; an event that catapulted an already tormenting living situation. As the reader, I truly felt agony for the main character and grasped the severity of emotions her friends’ felt. The story was well written, as well were the intimate scenes”

Get a FREE Kindle Edition April 22-April 24, 2013!! 

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Happy 1 Month Anniversary Harvest Moon!!

So today Harvest Moon has officially been on sale for one month! Sales are still doing well and I have all of you to thank! I cannot say enough how much I appreciate all of the support I have received. Keep spreading the word and be sure to send them here… and become a Harvest Series follower!  
There has also been a lot of interest in the second book in the series. I am happy to tell you that Book #2, Winter Solstice is well under way and hopefully will be released by sometime in the fall. How exciting! 

In honor of celebrating Harvest Moon’s one month anniversary, I will be running a promotion for 3 days from April 22-24, 2013 where you can download the 
If you have enjoyed reading Harvest Moon (Book #1 of The Harvest Series) please feel free to write a review on and help me continue spreading the word!

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Harvest Moon’s First OFFICIAL Review Is In!!

Bookishtrish rated a book 4 of 5 stars

Harvest Moon by Megan McCooey

Harvest Moon
by Megan McCooey (Goodreads Author)

read in April, 2013

Are you the strong, silent type? If so, I guarantee that you will identify with Lexie. She has to cope with some major tragedies in her life and her way of dealing with issues is to pretend they don’t exist. 

Initially I wasn’t sure if I would like this book as it took a while to warm up. The first few chapters felt heavy on melodrama and low on engaging me as I felt inundated with facts and back-story. And there were a few typos that I found distracting and always take a bit from the book for me. 

But then slowly and very surely, I started to feel for Lexie. What she has to cope with is far beyond what any teenager should ever have to deal with and her denial and secrecy started to ring bells with me.

I always think you bring your own personal life and your own experiences in to a book with you. And I have to admit, I’m very like Lexie. No matter how close friends are, I find it difficult/impossible to really share hard, emotional times while I’m going through them. So what could frustrate other people about Lexie, I get. I have been there not letting people in and I’m an ostrich too with my head and neck well and truly buried in the sand when I feel unable to cope with something. Thankfully I have never had to deal with any of the issues Lexie is going through but I know how I would react so I can believe her actions or lack of them.

Lexie has 3 best friends and again I believed in all of them. In fact, it was when I saw Lexie around her friends and Ben that I really warmed to the book. And once, I warmed up, I really enjoyed it and it was quickly bumped up to a 4 star rating for me. I loved her relationship with Ben and their first kiss was hotter than hot. There were two suspenseful scenes near the end of the book, that had me chewing my nails, sitting on the edge of my seat, half afraid to read on as I was so scared of what might happen.

And the end of the book was really well done, not a cliffhanger but it leaves you wanting more. I will definitely be picking up the next book in the series to see what happens next.

Highly recommended if you are looking for a contemporary YA/NA book with authentic characters in very challenging circumstances.

Thanks to the author for providing me a copy of the book in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.

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The Date Has Been Set….

Harvest Moon is set to be released on March 17, 2013

I am so excited that a date has officially been set and as I head into these last two weeks before publishing, I am furiously trying to finalize the last of the changes and edits I have received from my very diligent and VERY appreciated team!  Everyone has been working so hard to help make this book what it is and I cannot thank you all enough. 
Some more exciting news… Harvest Moon will not only be available to you in E-book format through Barnes & Noble Nook and Amazon Kindle, but you will also be able to purchase it in Paperback or Hardcover through 
In anticipation of the release date, I thought I would share part of another chapter… this is not the chapter in its entirety.  I DO NOT want to have to include any spoiler alters or ruin any of the major drama for anyone. So instead, I am providing just a partial chapter for your curious minds…. Let me know what you think and please don’t forget to join my blog to stay up to date on everything to come.

I drove by my fathers house several times; looking for his truck, before deciding it was safe to go inside. I pulled into the long driveway, cutting the engine. I was already nervous about going in alone. I knew nothing would ever change that now.
I got out of my car, creeping slowly toward the back door. The house was dark. My father was most likely still at work.
I stepped into the open kitchen. It looked no different than it had a few weeks ago, but the stench of rotting garbage was gone. My stomach knotted at the thought of him here, in this house, since that night.  Did he think about it the way I did? Was he sorry at all, I wondered? I remembered the smug look on his face in the courtroom last week, how celebratory he had looked as the judge imposed sentencing. Was he ever going to feel remorse the way I desperately wanted him too? I would forgive him, without hesitation, if he were sorry if he promised it would never happen again.  I rolled my eyes, feeling stupid for even having such a ridiculous thought. When would I learn he would never change? What would it take for me to finally get it?
I ran up the steps, two at a time. When I got to my room, I grabbed a bag from my closet, haphazardly throwing more clothes into it. I walked to the bed, knelt down and reached my hand between the mattress and box spring. I felt the file touch the tips of my fingers, pulling it out from under the mattress. I held it in my hands, staring at it like it was buried treasure, before shoving it into the bag, making sure to hide it between layers of clothes. I tossed the bag over my shoulder and made my way toward the door.
I took one final look back at the room. I scanned it into memory, praying it would never fade, knowing somehow this was the last time Id see it.  I closed the door to Angelas room. My heart felt heavier. I sensed the hole growing wider. What filled the empty space now? How could it feel both heavy and hollow at the same time? When would I be able to heal? This room had been my closest source of a connection to Angela and now I was being forced to walk away. I hated him for taking her from me, then and now.
I turned away from the emotions I was feeling, heading back down the stairs, intending to leave the same way I came. As I rounded the railing toward the hallway, the door to the basement opened, freezing me where I stood.
My mouth fell open, as my father stepped around the doorway, instantly making eye contact with me. I gasped, my eyelids fluttered. What was I feeling; surprise? Fear? Or both? Images of that night in October, only a couple of months ago, crept sinisterly into my unwilling mind and I flinched away from the memories. I closed my eyes tight, hoping when I opened them, he would be gone – just a figment of my overactive imagination. But he was still there; eyes wide with an expression I could not read.
He stood motionless without speaking, waiting- for what, me to say something?
I took a deep breath, trying to let my heart slow before I spoke. OhahhIumI didnt see your truck. I forced myself to say. Every time I was around him, I fell apart. Words become tongue twisters, my thoughts jumbling together.
He frowned. Its in the shop. He said calmly. Someone trashed it the other night.
Im sorry. I told him. Had it been trashed because of me – because of what I had said in court, or was it some random act of vandalism. I didnt believe it was vandalism, not in York. It was too coincidental. Someone had maliciously sought him out and tried to punish him. A vigilantly?
What are you doing here Lexie? He said, his voice growing stern. He was sober, but I still saw the hatred in his eyes.
My knees trembled. I needed a few things. I admitted. I held my distance, not moving from where I stood. My flight reflex told me to keep me eyes on the exit. Be ready to flee if the need arises, I thought to myself.
You shouldnt be here. He said, his voice growing sterner as he met my eyes once again. I searched fervently, hoping to see an ounce of remorse, compassionsomething to let me know there was a decent man deep inside. There had to be a part of him that felt sorry for the choices he had made, especially with how hes treated meI needed there to be. But the more I searched, the darker his eyes seemed to become, until all I saw was blackness. I remembered all the hurtful things hed said to me, reminding me how that night in October, I knew without a doubt he hated me. I was simply searching for something I would never find.
I looked away from his gaze and started to make my way past him. I imagined how I must look to him, desperately trying to stay in control while inside I was shaking with fear. From my peripheral vision, I saw his hand stretch outward toward me. He grabbed my arm jolting me to a stop.
You ruined my life. He said angrily.
I said nothing. I was frozen. No thoughts came to the surface of my comprehension. My mind as well as my body, was stunned and useless. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me and I wondered if I had it in me to fight. I wasnt sure my mind or body had anything left. I certainly didnt want to give up cower like the coward I feared I might be. I needed to find the strength within myself to stand up to him to make him see he could no longer bully me. 
He squeezed tighter. His free hand balled into a fist at his side.
I lost everything because of you. Now I have nothing, not even my job. Twenty years flushed down the drain and this time, it is your fault.
I met his eyes now, fearing what was coming. Maybe he didnt care about going to prison. He believed his life was ruined, because of me, what was stopping him from finishing what he started weeks ago?  I cringed at the thought of his hands his fists, violently against my face, my arms, and my body. I remembered the ringing in my ears as he kicked me over and over.  My stomach turned as the memory of blood my blood, thick and metallic, flooded my mind.
He could kill me.
This was his chance for revenge. No one knew I had come here. But he didnt know that. Or maybe he did. Was he smart enough to know no one would allow me to come here alone? Of course he was. He would have known immediately that I was alone, that no one knew I had come here. I tried not to think of how easily he could kill me and get rid of the evidence before anyone knew I was missing.
He would kill me.
If there was one thing I was sure of, this was it. If I couldnt find the strength inside of me to stand up to him he could and he would kill me – If not today, then eventually. I could see it in his eyes and suddenly a memory from my dream washed over me. The darkness of the tunnel all around me as my father encroached upon me. How he constantly lurked, so close, but still just out of his reach

Read the rest of this chapter and the whole story of Lexie in Harvest Moon. 
Available March 17, 2013 in e-book format through Barnes & Noble Nook and Amazon Kindle.
Available in Paperback or Hardcover through

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A Sample Copy to Hold in My Hands!!

The first sample copy is complete and on it’s way…. There is something completely surreal to seeing your own name in print and to see a dream come true. I have been working on this book since late 2009 and I’m giddy at the prospect of holding a tangible product of all that hard work. But what excites me more is getting to share it with all of you in the very near future. Hopefully any final edits will be minimal so we can get a concrete date set for release in March.

I am always willing to take suggestions on the cover art and nothing is EVER set in stone. 

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One Step Closer….

Today, Harvest Moon, officially became a copyrighted piece of literary work…

           After starting this novel back in the end of 2009, I always imagined this time would come, but the excitement is beyond exhilarating. I cannot wait to see the finished product and to get it to all of you. I hope that you enjoy it and will follow Lexie on her journey!

On another note… I NEED YOUR HELP! 

As the publishing date quickly approaches I need your help choosing the official cover for Harvest Moon.  Submit your vote in the comment section for this post.

Cover 1
Cover 2

Cover 3

Covers 2 and 3 were both created using photos I took in Maine, not very far from York. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and as always, I am open to your suggestions..



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Coming Soon… Book # 1 – Harvest Moon

to Barnes & Noble Nook, Amazon Kindle and Goodreads!!

Harvest Moon (Book #1 in The Harvest Series)
A year after Lexie Stone lost her sister, Angela, to a brutal murder, Lexie’s mother walks out; leaving Lexie with her alcoholic father. When Lexie becomes the target of her father’s physical abuse she makes a life changing decision…to keep her secret from everyone. 

But one night, the secret Lexie has kept almost kills her; forcing her to face the aftermath of her decisions – decisions that leave her torn between her love for her sister, and an inescapable feeling that she may not survive. 

The Harvest Series will follow Lexie on her journey, as she struggles to understand   the true meaning of love, family and justice. 
Read Below for a sample chapter from Harvest Moon.

On Monday, I told Caitlin I still wasn’t ready to go back to school yet. I knew Chief Preston would be at work all day and Monday’s were always busy for Mrs. Preston. Caitlin would be in school until 2:45, so I was guaranteed plenty of time to go snooping. It had almost killed me to wait all weekend. I just wanted to find the file and see the information for myself. I hoped it wouldn’t be too difficult. I certainly did not want to break any laws in my quest for answers. Then again, I had proven to myself that I was willing to go to extreme lengths for the hope I clung too.
            “Well I hope you feel better.” She said as she stalked off toward the bathroom. “I on the other hand must be in school today. Test. In Justice Systems. 
             I nodded, the corner of my mouth turning up in a forced half smile.  “Thanks Cait. I’m sure I’ll feel better later. Maybe it’s just a stomach bug.” I lied.
         “Eww…don’t be giving that to me.” She said patting her stomach. “I need all the health and room I can get for thanksgiving dinner in a couple of days.”
             I laughed unexpectedly. “Caitlin, sometimes you amaze me.”
            Caitlin poked her head around the bedroom door, peering in from the hallway. “That is what I am here for…glad to be of service.” She saluted me before disappearing again.
         Sometimes I forgot how silly Caitlin could be. I had not thought about it until this moment, but she was the most comforting to me now.  It used to be Maya who could calm me, make me forget all the craziness. Caitlin was always a good friend, but when Angela died, I needed someone to talk to not goof around with. Caitlin’s upbeat personality had been difficult for me when all I wanted to do was sulk and cry. Now, their positions were reversed. I needed someone to make me laugh, someone to help me forget all that was happening, not someone who wanted to talk everything out, like Maya and Ben.
            It wasn’t even that I refused to talk about it. It was hard with them because they had a way of reminding me of what I did wrong, rather than purely being there to listen. Caitlin, on the other hand rarely mentioned it, unless I did. And when I would, not only would she listen, she would turn it into something funny or find a way to loosen the tension I was feeling.
            I rolled back over smiling. It was nice to know I had friends I could depend on. I relished in the fact that, no matter what, they were here for me. Suddenly, a pain ripped through my stomach. I curled my body into a fetal position. Here I was overjoyed that my friends loved me unconditionally while I plotted to betray their trust. Again.  Who, no what, was I becoming?
            By nine fifteen, the house was empty. My stomach hadn’t settled and probably wouldn’t until my deviant act was over.
Up out of bed, I headed toward the kitchen where I pretended to get myself some breakfast. I laid out a bowl and spoon as if I was about to pour myself a bowl of cereal.  I cranked my neck, listening for any sounds in the house. It was silent. I peeked out the kitchen window toward the driveway. Only my car sat parked along the grass.
I let out a deep breath. I was finally free to roam in search of the file. The gnawing in my stomach grew stronger. I felt guilty for my intrusion into the Preston’s personal effects, even though I knew it wouldn’t stop me. The secrets I had kept, as guilty as I felt, I could justify – out of fear. Not telling my friends about what Dr. Watson had told me, I could also justify. Not only was I scared; I didn’t believe it was true.
But this, snooping and lying with the intent to steal, was a new low and it was making me sick. I convinced myself if I kept my search to the Chief’s home office, for now, it wasn’t so bad. Hopefully I would find the file and not have to expand my search parameters, because I was sure if I had to search the Chief’s office at the station, not only could I be arrested, but my friends might never forgive me if they found out.
            I crossed the expanse of the living room toward the Chief’s office. Standing at the threshold, I went over my reasons for what I was about to do one more time in my head. Breathe, Lexie. I told myself. I leaned against the door frame, looking around the room from where I stood. The room was warm. It had the same dark wood as the rest of the house. The walls were painted a medium shade of gray, which typically would have made a space look drab. But here it looked sophisticated – professional.  Artificial plants lined the top of the cabinets, fixed to the wall, above Chief Preston’s desk. There was a leather couch with an ottoman to the far left. Positioned perfectly along the right of the couch was an oversized entertainment center. Directly in front of me were five tall filing cabinets.
            I entered the room, cautiously, leaving the door ajar so I might hear any noises from within the house. No windows lined any of the walls, so I was not afraid of being seen from the outside. Scanning the room, I acknowledged all of the places the file could be- there were so many drawers and shelves, but I finally chose the filing cabinets as the best place to start. There didn’t seem to be a system to his filing, therefore I was forced to search every file, in every drawer. The Chief had so much junk, it was hard to distinguish what was important and what wasn’t. Everything was just haphazardly thrown into drawers, some files hung in hanging folders, while others were stacked. I quickly rummaged through file after file. I didn’t recognize any of the names on any of the files, but the dates on some of them went back as far as 1999.  Why would he keep this stuff here, I thought? Were these other unsolved cases he continued to work on?
             I searched through the first three cabinets finding nothing useful. The fourth cabinet was empty except for the bottom drawer. A box labeled Greenwood evidence filled the space. I moved onto the fifth cabinet. But still did not find the file.
“Ugh.” I mumbled allowed. “This is so frustrating.” I walked over to the desk, pulling out the chair to sit down. I yanked open drawer after drawer in his desk, determined to find what I came for. When I came up empty again, I moved on to the cabinets above the desk.
I laughed at the total disorganization I found. From the outside the Chief always appeared so organized – his filing system said otherwise. I continued to rummage through the piles of paperwork and folders in the cabinets, again coming up empty.
 I threw myself into the chair. “Unbelievable!” I yelled. “I just want the stupid file.” I said out loud to no one. I tried to think of where else he may have kept work related stuff. His office was the only place that made any sense. Even if he had brought it upstairs to his bedroom with him, wouldn’t he keep it in his office, out of sight? Unless he trusted his wife with work information, or worse, maybe she already knew about their being suspects in Angela’s murder. The thought infuriated me. I rubbed my face with my hands trying to concentrate. My eyes searched the perimeter of the room for anyplace the file might be.
“Wait!” I said aloud. There was a set of three drawers in the entertainment center I had not seen before. Would he really put it in there, I thought. I shrugged. It was worth a look. I pulled open the first two drawers, growing more discouraged by the seconds as I closed them, still empty handed. I pulled open the third drawer, believing this would be a dead end as well. I’d have to accept my loss and decide on another course of action. I glanced quickly into the drawer, rolling my eyes in defeat as I slammed it shut.
 My brain made the mental connection a half second later. I had recognized something – a file. I pulled the drawer open again, slower this time. Afraid my eyes had played a trick on my mind.
   They hadn’t.  There it was, almost completely hidden beneath another folder. I snatched it up, frantically fumbling through the paperwork for something pertinent. Half way down the stack was a group of papers stapled together. A mug shot displayed on each page listing; names and all of their information. I pushed it aside when I saw what I had been looking for; the police report of their interviews. Four men, in their early twenties had been investigated and questioned. As I continued to sift through the documents, I found more and more information than I had anticipated. There was no time to sit here, reading it all. I had to make copies.
I took the file to Mrs. Preston’s office, where I knew she had a copy machine. Immediately I began pulling staples out, making copies of everything. I scanned document after document as I went, astonished by the amount of information gathered on these four suspects. The written account of the interrogation said there was proof they had been at the scene or close by. Evidence existed; witnesses could testify they were there. I was sick to my stomach, not because of my guilt; this was worse. I was unable to move, frozen there at the copier, I felt betrayed.
All I had wanted was justice for Angela all these years. How could Chief Preston have this information and not tell me? Why had these men never been charged with her murder? I was so confused. Wrapped in my thoughts, I hurriedly my way through copying.  I was more than three quarters through, still fuming over this blatant betrayal; I almost didn’t hear the car pull into the driveway.
 I ran to the living room window, facing the driveway, to see who it was. Chief Preston’s police cruiser was sitting there – empty. I rushed back to the copier, shoving the last stack of papers into the machine. I pressed copy, crossing my fingers it would finish with record speed so I could get the file back where it belonged before he came into the house and found me here.
 I heard the back door open. His boots shuffled on the linoleum. I listened, praying for the copier to finish, hoping he wouldn’t hear its distinctive hum. Knowing if he did, he would surely come looking, possibly believing I was his wife, home from the office.
 I could hear my ragged breathing. I knew this was stupid. I was going to get caught; he would never trust me in his house again. Essentially I was not only stealing, but I was committing a crime, wasn’t I? I shook my head, agreeing with my thoughts. I was stealing all right. Who had I become? Was I so determined to find the truth; I was willing to burn every sturdy bridge I had left along my way? The Preston’s had always been so good to me and here I was willing to throw it all away because of my need for justice, my desire to avenge Angela at any cost. I shuddered at the realization.
 I listened again. I heard the fridge door open – a cabinet. He was pouring himself a drink, humming as he did. My heart pounded in my ears. I looked back at the copier, only a couple pages left. Of course, I still had to get the file back into his office, in the drawer – making it out without detection.
Finally, the copier stopped. I grabbed the stack of papers, lifted my shirt, shoving them inside my pants. I put all the papers back into the file, creeping slowly out of the office – listening for his movement as I went. He was still in the kitchen; I could still hear him humming.
 I walked swiftly toward his office. The door still stood open. I sprinted toward the entertainment center, tossing the file back inside, making my way out just as fast. I wasn’t in the clear yet. I needed to get out of the office and away from the general area.
 I turned the knob before I slowly closed the door so it wouldn’t make a clicking sound. I hurried through the living room, toward the hallway – my destination was the stairs. Get to the stairs, I said to myself, and I should be safe.
 As I rounded the corner toward the hall, I practically threw myself around the doorway. My knuckles slammed violently against the wood of the frame, causing me to cry out.  I cradled my already throbbing hand against my chest without stopping until I plowed right into the chief.  I had been so determined no to get caught I hadn’t heard him approaching. I stumbled back, trying not to fall. A mix of guilt and fear undoubtedly spread across my face. I was happy I couldn’t see a reflection of what I must have looked like to the Chief. If I did, everything I was beginning to hate about myself was sure to stare me back and I wasn’t ready to face myself.
  I reached for the wall, using it to help me gain my balance. I knew the papers were sure to fall out if I didn’t get a hold on myself.
“Lexie, are you alright?” Chief Preston asked.
“Ahh…um…yeah. I…ahh…I’m fine.” I wasn’t just stumbling for my balance; I was stumbling for words too.
“What’s going on? Are you alright?” He said, clearly startled.
“Oh, um, yeah…I wasn’t feeling well this morning.” I said, slowly starting to get a hold of myself.
“Ahh, I see.” He looked me over. Could he tell I was lying? That I was hiding something – which I’d stolen from him? “Well you certainly don’t look all that well.” He said.” “Are you running a fever?” His hand reached out to touch my forehead. Instinctively I flinched away. “I’m sorry.” He said looking bewildered by my reaction.
“No. I’m sorry.” I told him, trying to smooth over my behavior. “Um…that’s what I was doing. Looking for a thermometer.” I lied.
“Oh.” He blinked quickly, thinking. “Deb keeps those in the medicine kit. Check under the bathroom sink, down here.” He told me.
“Okay. I hadn’t looked there.” I said.
He smiled warmly at me as his fingers brushed my forehead, wiping my damp hair off my wet, sticky face. “ You certainly are warm sweetheart. Be sure to take it easy today, alright?” He told me. His gentle eyes reassuring me how much he cares.
The gnawing in my stomach returned – full force. “I will.” I told him.
“Well feel better. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks. I think I’m gonna go back upstairs and lie down.”
“Alright. I’m on my way back out. I just dropped by to pick up a file I forgot. Oh and Lexie, I hear you were really brave yesterday in court.”
I tried to act casual, but my guilt was seeping out. I cracked a half smile as I turned to look back at him. “Oh…you heard about that?”
“I did. The DA called me yesterday afternoon to let me know how things went and he said you were fabulous. Caitlin couldn’t stop talking about it either.”  My thoughts began to cloud my head. I was a horrible, horrible person. I had just betrayed the Chief’s trust by stealing this file and here he was basically congratulating me for selling out my own father. I was so disgusted by what I’d done; I could feel the bile turning in my stomach. Maybe I should get rid of the copies I’d made and not even look at them, surely that would make this right. But, what about Angela- didn’t she deserve justice? “Lexie, you should be proud of yourself. That took a lot of courage.”
“Thanks.” I said, not feeling very courageous at all.
Chief Preston looked at me quizzically. “I told you, things will get better…and so will you. Now go upstairs and get some rest.” He said smiling.
“Okay. Have a good day at work.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth I bolted up the steps. I slammed the door shut behind me for added privacy.  This was a bad idea; stealing the file, I told myself, as I crumbled to the floor. If I planned to get rid of it, this was the time, before I looked at it anymore than I already had. But could I forget what I had already seen? Did I believe I was capable of walking away when I was so close to the truth, no matter how small? Questions continued to swirled around in my mind, What would I do with the information? How could I possibly confront Chief Preston? What if I got caught with it? I shook my head, no one knew I had the other file, so how would they know I had this one? But what if Chief Preston noticed someone had been messing with the file? Would he assume it had been me? Would he confront me? 
I sat there on the floor of Caitlin’s room, holding the file tightly, my hands shaking. This wasn’t just a bad idea – it was completely wrong and so unlike me. But I had to know.  I deserved to know, didn’t I? “Yes, I have a right to know… and now it’s too late, it’s already done.” I said aloud, as I opened the file, letting its contents spill out onto the floor.

Look for the whole book on your Barnes & Noble Nook, Amazon Kindle or on Goodreads in March! 

Winter Solstice (Book #2 in The Harvest Series)