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

I look over at Samuel, beaming with delight, and my heart warms. My eyes dart to Laila sitting next to him, the look of devastation no longer shadowing her features. She's leaning close to her brother, face lit up with a smile, no doubt influenced by his enthusiasm. I just hope it's not one-sided.


"Laila," I call out to her, "how are you feeling about all this?"


She looks up at me, expression clearing as if not wanting her eagerness to show. "I'm fine, I think," she admits, pulling her eyes away from mine, "If Samuel wants to go, then so do I. We have to stay together."


"Yes!" Zack cuts in, elated. "In fact, you should think of this as a type of boarding school." His eyes go wide. "Like you're at Hogwarts."


I glance over to Dominic, torn. I don't know if I should be relieved that our children are suddenly okay with leaving us or sad that they actually want to. His eyes meet mine and narrow, thinking about something as he strokes the scruff on his chin.


Chapter 99: Getting Used to the Idea