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About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.

Making a List and Checking it Twice

Posted on May 5, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Santa makes lists—one for naughty kids and one for the nice. I’m sure he checks it more than twice. The first time I ever encountered them was at my first environmental laboratory job. Lists were used to communicate what needed … Continue reading →

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Friday Funny—13 Reasons Why a Handgun is Better Than a Woman

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Thanks to Dan for passing this along. The women will have their say next week, so stay tuned:D 1) You can buy a silencer for a handgun.2) You can trade a .44 for two .22’s.3) You can have a handgun … Continue reading →

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Are You Talking to Me?

Posted on April 30, 2014 by Linda Andrews

I don’t make my living with words (yet). I make it mixing chemicals together and praying that things don’t go boom! Seriously it could happen. I could make it happen. Um, wait, this is a public blog. I would NEVER … Continue reading →

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Hearts in Barbed Wire—Chapter 7

Posted on April 28, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Chapter Seven Madeline dunked her hands in the bucket hanging from a nail on a post. Frigid water stung her skin. Flakes of brown floated on the liquid inside. Picking up the bar of lye soap, she scrubbed her hands, … Continue reading →

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Friday Funny—Exercise Your Brain

Posted on April 25, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Thanks to Hugh for forwarding this along. I passed:D Exercise your Brain This is fun to do.  Hope what they say about Alzheimer’s is true! Good example of a Brain Study: If you can read this OUT LOUD you have … Continue reading →

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Everything Old is New Again

Posted on April 23, 2014 by Linda Andrews

When I was young I was insane. How do i know this? Because I am working on the cross stitch Christmas stocking I picked out as a young bride. It’s intricate with many floss changes and blending. Thankfully, cross stitching … Continue reading →

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Hearts in Barbed Wire—Chapter 6

Posted on April 21, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Chapter Six Luc swallowed the bile rising in his throat. The sound of men approaching grew louder. Smoke from the burning house, stable and bonfire stung his eyes and filled the yard. This was it. Two months after his fort … Continue reading →

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Friday Funny—Redneck Lent

Posted on April 18, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Thanks to Hugh for forwarding this along. REDNECK LENT Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba’s neighbors were Catholic.  And since it was Lent, they were … Continue reading →

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Finished!

Posted on April 16, 2014 by Linda Andrews

After a very, very long time, I finally finished my son’s quilt. He hovered for a while then I told him I had to wash it before it would be done. He waited. I washed it and dried it. Hubby … Continue reading →

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Hearts in Barbed Wire—Chapter 5

Posted on April 14, 2014 by Linda Andrews

Chapter Five “We’re nearly home.” A dull ache blazed a t-shape across Madeline’s back. Dawn bled across the horizon and oozed tendrils of gray into the inky darkness. Chimneys puffed smoke as cook fires were rebuilt. To the south, the … Continue reading →

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