Leslie began her writing career as a stay-at-home-mom. Her life-long love for reading lead to reviewing books for Goodreads, Amazon and Jillian Dodd's Author Blog. Leslie is also the cofounder of The Indie Bookshelf, which hosts yearly author signings, primarily in the Dallas/FT Worth area.

When she is not writing, you will find her lunching with friends, sipping a cup of joe, binging on Netflix or working on a home DIY project.

Leslie lives in Texas with her husband, teenage son and daughter, and two very silly pugs. 

He lifted his eyes to me. I was instantly captivated. He was sheer beauty in his black, hooded cloak. Was he real or just my imagination? It didn't matter. I had to know the mysterious man shrouded in darkness...

Graveyard Watchman

"You said my brother's the only way." I say, instantly covering my mouth when I hear my echo.


"I think there is another way." He grabs my hand, walking so quickly I basically have to run to keep up with him, "Slow down!" I shout in my head. "In case you forgot, my shoes aren't exactly appropriate for this!"


"We must hurry!" Dominic replies back without words, practically dragging me behind him as we round another dark corner.


"Okay, but where are we going?" I ask, figuring it out when I see the doors to the chapel coming into view straight ahead.


"We will ask Pastor Ezekiel. I think he can help, but we must be careful. We do not know who she has affected."


"Wait, are you saying?" I whisper under my breath, my question rhetorical.


Dominic stops just outside the chapel doors, "Yes, she could have gotten to him, too. And you're going to be the one to tell me if he is clean or not." he pulls back his hood, "But let me do most the talking."


Chapter 44: Pastor Ezekiel