Read parts 1-6 here. Nicki waited anxiously for Anne to arrive at their cabin. While she waited, she packed a cooler with drinks and sandwiches. Grabbing her backpack out of the closet, she remembered Dean had filled it for her when he showed her what essentials were needed for a hike in the wilderness. Unzipping ...

It was that night, as they sat around the fire pit, some of the men began telling stories of their life in Alaska. Nicki, for the first time, heard about the Alaska Triangle. “What in the world is the Alaska Triangle?” She laughed. “No laughing matter, I can tell you. People have gone missing without a trace. ...

Read previous installments of Broken Promises on my author page. Nicki’s plane landed a few minutes early. One of the first passengers off the plane, she looked through the crowd for Dean’s familiar face. The knots in her stomach made her nauseous.  As the plane approached Anchorage while rummaging for lipstick, the aircraft hit turbulence, ...

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it ...

Read Parts One – Three While the guys were down in the man-cave playing pool over bottles of beer, Nicki poured out her heart to Annie, who sat and listened. Nicki told her how conflicted she felt, fighting with her head over her heart. It felt good for Nicki to air her thoughts out loud. ...

Part One Part Two Dean knocked on the door and turned the knob. “Annie, I’m home,” he called out.  Turning towards Nicki, he ushered her into the warm, spacious foyer. The aroma of whatever was cooking on the stove filled the air. From down the hall, a log swing door burst open. A young woman ...

Broken Promises – Part Three will return in two weeks. In today’s climate, I felt this story would have a greater impact. ***TRIGGER WARNING: Child abuse, alcoholism.*** This is a true story. Several years ago, I was attending a Breast Cancer walk in San Diego, California. Twenty miles a day for three days was an ...