USA Today bestselling author, Amy Proebstel, writes fantasy, and sweet romance.
When she's not busy writing about heroines and dragons saving the world, she spends her time with her husband watching YT and playing with their 4 Pomeranians.
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The Hardest Decision in Life
Laughter bubbled from my lips. I didn’t know Abraham would have a sense of humor. “What would you do if I said I wanted to see the unicorns?”
KoKo’s Reflections on Puppyhood
KoKo didn’t know what to expect when she arrived at the airport, but she knew she was important. The airline employees worked late just for her arrival. But her long travel day wasn’t over yet. Another four-hour drive stood between her and her final destination. At least this leg of the journey was spent in the company of three other dogs and two humans.
Close Encounters of The Human Kind
I knew the instant I saw him that my guardian held out his hand to me. Light emanated from his body, illuminating the room brighter than the noonday sun. Perfect vision, unknown to me for the last ten years, revealed volumes. I didn’t question him. How do you explain all-encompassing love in an expression? It’s impossible.
Falling Into The Unknown
The water puddles soaked their shoes as they moved their gear from the car to the sailboat. When they first parked at the marina, the rain poured onto the windshield so hard they thought they might have to cancel their outing. But the winds picked up, moved the storm northeast, and let the warm sun shine again on the Florida coastline.
Burying Himself In Work Isn’t Solving His Problem
How could he still feel so conflicted about Nichole? Even a week later, Markson’s heart yearned to be with her. But his mind told him to let her go. He couldn’t have the scandal of marrying his first cousin even if some states allowed it.
Proud Magnolias and Messy Relationships
Her mind reveled in the stark contrasts ahead of her. The asphalt shimmered with heat, but the proud magnolia tree spread her thick branches of green leaves and huge, bright, creamy blossoms outward to shade several cars in the lot. She could easily imagine a time when this tree stood alone in an empty field, giving a fragrant refuge to a child who could escape into a world of dreams and possibility. She’d gladly trade the mess the tree left on her beat-up, silver Honda Civic for the lovely scent and the coolness underneath.
Exorcising The Demons and Finding My Joy
At the age of six, I was a statistic. One in three girls, one in five boys. It’s probably more than that now, but that’s what it was back in the ’80s when I grew up.