Shaunna Gonzales currently resides with her family in the greater Seattle area. Married over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of four continue to be her priorities.
A storyteller in her youth, she endevored to extend her love of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel. Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn.
Once told by her doctors that she would never leave her wheelchair -- due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)
Once told by her doctors that she would never leave her wheelchair -- due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)
Shaunna has worked as a professional reviewer for InD'Tales eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.
Although she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has learned from the school of life and is often found "giving back."
Evie lives an idealic lifestyle until she travels to Seattle. Here she believes her dreams can flourish.
But will her love save her when she is involved in a riding misfortune?
Snippet:
“More like ‘the whipping boy’ around you and Kevin. I always knew Kevin loved me when he teased. Even when you guys were hurtful, Kevin gave me a hug later when we gathered as a family. But not you. You laughed it off. I’m not mad, Justin. But it’s past time I let you know, your teasing hurt.”
Shocked, Justin forgot to breathe.
Evie slipped off the desk and left the room.
Justin’s stomach dropped. He was stunned at her words. He sucked at the air, catching the scent of her perfume and sank back into the chair. His knee throbbed. He eased his foot onto the desk. A sense of loss burned in his belly. He hooked the door with his cane, closing it. A shudder of remorse wracked his body. Where had he gone wrong? He tried to remember just one, any specific incident of teasing without success. Would she have let him apologize when he knew his words cut her deeply? Would he have been enough of a man to apologize? Maybe he should’ve swallowed his pride and hugged her just like Kevin did, but he’d wanted more, so much more. Yes, he remembered one night in particular. He hadn’t teased—at least not with his words. Oh, he had teased himself as much as he did her on that night. He’d enjoyed that ‘teasing’ and planned for a whole lot more. That damned promise. She’d been off limits once he made that promise. Did Kevin still hold him to that promise? Was it too late?
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