When two small-town women find themselves with nearly unlimited powers of mind and body, their lives get complicated. Things turn nasty as a shadowy organization attempts to use Megan and Trish for their own evil ends, and destroy them, their town and the USA in the process.

American Goddesses

Frowning and grim, Lieutenant Tom Wilkins shuffled papers at his desk in the Lawrencedale police station. Domestic dispute incident report. . . he read the top paragraph for the third time, and for the third time it didn’t register. 


Wilkins looked up. Sgt. Melissa Forster stood in the doorway, large, well-proportioned in her brown and khaki uniform, her wavy brownish-black hair up in a severe bun. She held a clipboard. 


“Oh, hey Forster,” he said without enthusiasm. “What do you need?” 


She entered the office and put the clipboard on his desk. She eyed him critically, her dark brown, even eyes narrow, a faint smile on the mouth she thought a little too wide, but that her male coworkers said was sexy — behind her back. 


“As long as you’re working late, how about a signature on the ammo report?” Forster slid the clipboard over to Wilkins and handed him a pen. 


He scribbled his name without looking at the information, and pushed the clipboard back to her. 


Heart to Heart