The Journey is a great tale of three women’s journey through a tough spot in their lives. Each needs to accomplish the journey in her own way. So pack your suitcases for a fun loving tromp through the most spectacular places Europe has to offer. Do not forget to grab The Journey for your reading pleasure during your trip.
Matilda, Coffee Time Romance

"...the story comes alive, and the reader feels the inner turmoil, the struggle, the self-doubt, as well as the joyous love that grows as the characters find a ‘oneness’ with the men they met."
Long and Short Reviews

Tears streamed down Rosemary’s face.  She couldn’t believe the words her husband of fifteen years had spoken.  Physically and mentally paralyzed the words slowly penetrated her confused mind. 

The anger began to bubble inside her stomach and mind and, like a geyser, that anger exploded.

Her fist slammed into Danny’s chest.  “I trusted you!  I always trusted you, you son-of-a-bitch!  How could you do this to me?  To us?”  Her fingers rolled in and out of fists, wanting more than anything to hit him again.

            “I didn’t plan it for God’s sake!” Danny defended.  He took a step back, seeming to sense her desire to hit him again.  “It just…happened.”

            “It just happened…” she parroted.  “And I thought they only used that stupid line in lousy movies. That’s crap and you know it.  If things were so bad between us—if you were so unhappy with me—you should have been man enough to tell me so we could work it out.  But no.  Instead you got your rocks off with some bimbo in your office!  Yeah, that fixes everything, Danny!  It fixes everything really well.”

            Rosemary stared at her husband, a man she no longer knew, the man who had betrayed her in the worst possible way.  The man who had destroyed everything she’d lived and worked for over the last 15 years.  A man who in one heartbeat she no longer loved.

            Danny stepped toward her and tried to take her in his arms.  She swung out and hit him in the cheek, the crack from her open hand ringing through the room.     “Don’t you touch me!  Don’t you ever touch me again.”

            His hands dropped to his side.  “Listen to me.  I told you.  I didn’t plan it.  It just happened.  She started working there and…”

            Rosemary raised her hand in front of her.  “Stop!  I don’t want to hear the sordid details.  You screwed her, many times, that’s all I need to know.”

            She plopped down on the couch.  Everything in the room was familiar—the couch, the chairs, the fireplace and the pictures on the mantel.  Everything was the same, but it was now different, surreal.  Everything important is disappearing in front of my eyes.  My life, my love, my dreams.  Gone.  All of it.  And why?  Because some little twenty-something went to work for Danny and he couldn’t keep it in his pants.  They’re all the same.  Just looking for the next piece of tail.  It was just a matter of time, she told herself.  She hated them – hated them all!  But mostly, she hated Danny.

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            Danny looked away.  He couldn’t stand the pain he saw in her eyes when she looked at him—the betrayal and pure loathing.  He wanted to make the hurt he was causing disappear.  But he couldn’t.  He could only try to explain.  But she didn’t want to hear it.   Any of it.  He hadn’t intended to hurt her, things just…happened. 

            He’d loved her once with a passion and all his heart.  Rosemary was and always had been a good wife, but she’d become preoccupied with “her kids,” the children she taught.  When she learned she couldn’t have children of her own, she’d been devastated.  They decided against adoption, mostly Danny decided against adoption, and from then on her entire world seemed to revolve more and more around her class with less and less time for him.  God, was he jealous of a bunch of kindergarten kids? 

            So he found other ways to occupy his time.  He traveled more with the company and, on occasion, Barb traveled with him.  They’d become friendly and, well, the rest was history.  He’d never meant to hurt Rosemary, but Barb made him feel young and alive again.  She gave him back the passion he’d lost over the years with Rosemary.

            Danny glanced at the mantle, at a photograph of his wife, still attractive at 35.  Jet-black hair curled around her heart-shaped face and eyes almost as dark as her hair gave her a mysterious, sensual air.  It was one of the first things that had drawn him to her so many years ago.  Now in her rage, so out of character, she looked more beautiful than she had in years.

            “How long?”  Rosemary’s question jerked him back into the argument.  “How long have you and Barb been…” she swallowed, “together?”

            He looked away, unable to look her in the face when he answered her question, knowing it was the end of their life together.  “It’s been about two months.”  He turned back and looked into her glistening eyes, full of tears and the pain he was inflicting on her.  “I’m so sorry, Rose.  Truly sorry.  I’ll pack and be gone tonight.  I’ll let you know where I am so you can contact your attorney and get things rolling.”  He took a deep breath and thought about the future.  A future without Rosemary—and he felt regret.  But then he thought about all that was possible with Barb, and he tingled with excitement. 

            “That’s it?  No ‘let’s try and work this out?’  No ‘we can make it work if we try?’”

            He was caught and he knew it.  He didn’t want to work it out.  Didn’t want to fix what was wrong.  He wanted Barb and now he could have her.  It would be painful and uncomfortable for a while, and probably costly, but eventually he would have it all.  A great career and the arm-candy wife.