Category: TJ Wilde

Trixie Belle At 9 Weeks

The level of cuteness in my house is off the charts:

Trixie’s 9.5 week photo

Making great progress in their relationship

8-week sweater (Scout hand-me-down)

She outgrew the other sweater in the first week – this one was Scout’s at 12-14 weeks, and was roomy on her. I think Trixie will be out of this one in a week to 10 days.  Since she only wears it on extremely cold days outside, I usually go to the thrift store and shop in the toddler section for puppy needs.

Santa hat was met with a lack of enthusiasm.

Regardless, she was adorable

Underway: A TJ Wilde Mystery Now Available!!

Now Available!!

 

A DANGEROUS, SEXY, INTERNATIONAL ART ADVENTURE

A new job, a new home and a new outlook on life. But, of course, it could not be that easy.

 A cute loft with a great view would be enough to bring me back to Boston. But add in a great job with my best friend, an adorable lost kitten, and a neighborhood filled with art and artists, then there was no question I was right where I belonged.

Unfortunately, missing Cuban art, a vandalized gallery, and a gallerist who has simply vanished are making the return to my favorite city troublesome. Not to mention, someone keeps sneaking into my apartment. This was not the marvelous return I had envisioned.

Add to that, my sexy lawman, who is both persistent and much too far away. He definitely is not taking no for an answer.   

 

For TJ Wilde, moving back to Boston
felt like coming home,
but home was never this dangerous…

 

Buy now! Kindle and Paperback available NOW!

Read Chapter One HERE

Chapter Two, Part One HERE and Part Two HERE

 

Annie Short Stories: Not So Much A Whodunit, More Like A Shedunit

THE VICTIM

 

THE CULPRIT

 

Her attorney says she was framed.

 

 

Making sure her job is done.

The full story:

 

I was sitting on the exercise ball that I use for my office chair. I was participating in a chat about my newest novel, Underway, and Emma Kate came in and was meowing at me. I ignored her. At my peril.

She reached up and stuck a claw into my exercise ball, and that’s all they wrote. LOL

Can’t be mad at her, she’s 17 years old and wants what she wants and usually gets what she wants.

New ball will be here on Thursday.

Meanwhile, she retreated to the bedroom to sulk because I yelled at her.

In my defense, one does tend to squeal when one is falling on one’s ass.

#annieshortstories