Staci's love for writing is only surpassed by her love for family and friends, and that relationship-centric focus is featured in her work, regardless of the genre she's currently immersed in. https://stacitroilo.com
You Have Reached Your Destination
Ninety-nine percent of the time, Glenn Warren loved being a bounty hunter. The challenge of finding someone’s trail, the thrill of capture, and the righteous pride of justice being served combined into a heady rush that couldn’t be beat.
Dad's Annual Light War
Stephanie stomped the snow from her feet before entering her parents’ house. In the mudroom, she hung her coat, then exchanged boots for the slippers she’d carried in her purse. When she walked into the kitchen, her mother squealed on her way to smother her in a cinnamon-scented hug. “I’m so glad you’re here! We’re almost ready to start. Want a cookie? I made your favorite.”
A Gift to Remember
Vance Loughton rolled over to pull his wife into his arms only to find her side of the bed empty, the sheets cool. It was their thirtieth anniversary, and he’d hoped to start the day off right. Well, it was their thirtieth anniversary in some of the time zones. To twist a phrase, it’s twelve o’clock somewhere. Without his wife or his assistant—or a clock—he had no idea where he was or what time it was or even what day it was. But he knew, somewhere, today was his anniversary. Would have been nice to start by joining the mile high club. Cordelia had refused every other time he’d asked, but today was special. She probably snuck out early to avoid the question.
Piper unloaded an armful of packing boxes from the back of the ancient pickup truck. Her elbow grazed the rusted tailgate, and she rolled her eyes at the brown streak on her arm. She handed the bundle to her husband, then grabbed a load for herself. “Want to start in the bedrooms and work our way down?”