Ann lives in Texas with her husband and rescue pets. She taught reading and other subjects for a number of years before leaving to devote more time to her first love—writing. Reading with children was always her favorite part of teaching.Cool Well Press published her ghostly series for the young at heart, Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot, Stevie-girl and The Phantom Student, and Stevie-girl and The Phantom of Crybaby Bridge.
Her adult novels—All For Love, women’s fiction, and the suspense trilogy Stutter Creek, Lilac Lane, and Copper Lake, are all published by 5 Prince Publishing.
Takers, Ann’s foray into speculative fiction, was released earlier this year.
She has won several awards for fiction since her college days and has had short stories and essays published in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, The Binnacle, Timeless, an anthology, Seasonal Sweet, and Suspenseful, an anthology, Jitter Press, Fictionterrifica, The Rusty Nail, The Sandstorm, Reflections, an anthology, and Blue Mountain Review.
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When a small plane crashes behind Jason Lee's rural
home, the spirit of the pilot decides to stick around. What would you do if a
phantom took up residence in your closet? Jase decides to ask Stevie-girl for
help. She's the only kid he's ever seen entering the old haunted Taylor
mansion--alone.
Snippet:
“I was alone.” His voice was a whisper. “We all are.”
The wind kicked up as the words left his mouth. A gust caused Lady
to shift her feet as the chill air ruffled her fur. The moonlight fell in
slanted beams.
I had to say something to break that awful silence. “Sure you
don’t you want to sit in my dad’s truck?”
He gazed down at Lady. “She knows I have to go.” He smoothed her
fur absently. “She’s been there before.”
I remembered the day I’d found her half-dead beside the road, the
victim of a hit-and-run driver.
The man’s gaze rose to my face. His eyes were the same silvery color
as his hair.
The siren was deafening. I looked over my shoulder thankful to see
the pulsing strobes. “Here!” I waved my flashlight at the emergency vehicle.
I turned back to the pilot, but he was gone.
There was only Lady, trotting off across the field.
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