Margaret Marr

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"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the things that you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
~Mark Twain~


Margaret grew up in a small town, in the mountains of western North Carolina, under the watchful eyes of strict parents. Since she wasn't allowed to date, spend time with friends, or go places, she explored the world among the pages of a book. The love of reading lead to the love of writing. She has an unstoppable curiosity for the world around her, especially the strange and unusual. You might find her roaming among the headstones in an old cemetery, exploring turn-of-the-century three-story houses, or peeking into caves.

She enjoys writing short fiction when she has time and has been published extensively in addition to winning contests. The Door to September placed third in AOL's Writers Club Romance Contest. Spirit Swamp placed third in the Romance and Beyond Contest, and The Guy with the George Clooney Eyes placed third in AOL's Writers Club Haunted Heart Contest.

Twelve of her poems were included in an anthology called OUT OF THE SHADOWS and two poems appeared in the anthology SHADES OF EXPRESSION.

No form of publication has slipped by Margaret. She has a collection of short romances, THE MARLBORO MAN, published in electronic format through eBooks2Go.

She has three books published in paperback: a collection of romances, KNIGHT OF VALENTINE; a romantic suspense thriller, MEMORIES OF A SECRET FRIEND and a paranormal romance MOON OF LITTLE WINTER. Treble Heart Books will soon publish BETWEEN EARTH AND ETERNITY, a paranormal angel romance.

Other writings include anthology contributions, Oh, The Noise! published in CRUMBS IN THE KEYBOARD; Angel in LET US NOT FORGET A Tribute to America's 20th Century Veterans; Take it And Fly in ROMANCING THE SOUL A Collection of Soul mate Stories; Stop Wishing Your Life Away in FORGET ME KNOTS FROM THE FRONT PORCH. (See below for more information on these anthologies)

When Margaret isn't writing, she likes to hike, swim, camp, go fishing in the dark and spend time with her boyfriend and two sons.

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Moon of Little Winter
© 2002 Margaret Marr
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I need to get on some dry clothes before I freeze to death." She looked him over with concern in her eyes. "You'll be alright down here by yourself?"

He frowned. Was she afraid for him? "I should be fine, but maybe you shouldn't go upstairs by yourself."


Chely let out a laugh that ended on half a sob. She hugged her trembling body. "This is my house and I'm afraid to be alone in it." She bit her lip and looked at the floor, then raised her head and met his eyes. "What will I do after you leave?"

Ty's heart thumped hard one time, then raced out of control. He opened his mouth, but words refused to form in his throat. Maybe they'd gotten lost among the noise of his heart which pounded so hard against his chest he was sure Chely could hear it. Did that mean she wanted him to stay? He'd stay until the mystery surrounding the missing children was cleared up and he was sure she was no longer in danger, but wasn't she mad at him?

He hadn't returned to stay. The plan had been to buy the land from his grandmother and maybe retire here, but that was a good thirty-five to forty years from now. That's what he wanted, wasn't it? He wasn't sure anymore, so he remained silent.

A small, unhappy smile touched her lips. "I guess I'd better learn to be braver." She bowed her head and walked out of the kitchen.

Ty yanked out a chair and plunked down on it. Closing his eyes, he mentally kicked the heck out of himself. Silence spoke the loudest words to a woman. Why hadn't he said he'd stay as long as she needed him? What would that hurt? He regretted he hadn't told her everything about himself. Why did he hold something back? He should have told her all of it that day at the cemetery.

He leaned forward and sighed, rubbing his brow. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't stay with Chely. Not forever. She wouldn't understand his need to turn it loose and howl once a month. He laughed without mirth. That was closer to the truth than he cared to admit. Tonight he'd go out on the prowl and try to discover the identity of the big gray wolf.

Other Books by Margaret

Crumbs in the Keyboard
Let Us Not Forget
Romancing the Soul
Forget Me Knots From The Front Porch

 

 

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