December 25, 2016

Flawed: Unedited Chapter One

Merry Christmas to my family and friends, and especially those who are deployed. This time two years ago I was in Africa helping fight Ebola so I know how hard it is to be away for the holidays. I'm sending you big hugs and kisses. 

I wanted to give you something for the holidays, and the best way I know how is to give you some of my writing. Writing is so much more than a job for me, it's my passion and it keeps me sane in this crazy world. So thank you for supporting me and buying my books! 

Happy holidays! I hope this year brings you everything you deserve and more!


NIKO: A buzzing noise echoes through the cell block; this noise has taunted me all day. Every time I hear it I spring from my paper-thin mattress and wait for a guard to call my name, and each time I’m met with disappointment.

Six years is a long time to wait for freedom.

I stay where I’m seated, my back against the cold cement wall and my gaze on the small window I’ve looked up at every single day since they threw me in here. Through the bars I can still see the cloudy sky. My bunk bates sit across from me, playing cards, yelling at each other over the rules of some stupid game I’ve never heard of before.

“Nikolai Kosh!” The CO’s low voice booms through the block.

My bunk mates stop, cards in tight against their chest, and grin at me. A stupid smile claims my face. I’m a fucking sixteen-year old girl invited to prom. Not having someone dictate every detail of my life will be a welcome adjustment. I can sleep when I want, keep my light on as late as I want—if I want it on at all, wear whatever I want or nothing at all, and I can finally taste alcohol that’s not brewed in a dirty bucket. And I can see the few people in my life that mean the most to me—if they’re willing to see me too.