Tina D'Angelo
Bio
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
BARE HUNTER, SAVE ONE BULLET, G-IS FOR STRING, AND G-IS FOR STRING: OH, CANADA
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Stories (186/0)
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
Camp Honey Pot was all abuzz with whisperings of a diabolical axe murderer roaming the grounds after I had discovered a Peeping Tom looking into the cabin as my girls slept. Everyone was suddenly an expert in security and investigation. My girls were with me when I reported to work at 7 AM. I planned on keeping them with me all day, no matter how bored they became or how much they complained.
By Tina D'Angelo16 days ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
Lying in bed the morning after getting to know Matt felt delicious, as I had an extra half an hour before reporting to work. Stretching the kinks out of my sore, overworked body, I remembered the feel of his hard fingers caressing my stiff muscles and shuddered, wondering how it would have felt to give in to my feelings last night.
By Tina D'Angelo19 days ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
After dinner, the girls and I walked to the cabin that was going to be home for the night. Katie and I couldn’t hold Beanie back from racing most of the way. When we caught up with her, Beanie was peeking in the window that looked out onto the front porch.
By Tina D'Angelo21 days ago in Chapters
It's A Dirty Job
· After being shit on and dumped by my soon-to-be ex-husband, landing a job cleaning at Leisure Camp Honey Pot was like a warm hug. Sure, the hours were killing me and the work was beyond exhausting. But, the camaraderie and the love shown to me and my two girls was exactly what we all needed.
By Tina D'Angelo22 days ago in Chapters
YOU'RE IMAGINING THINGS
· I was sitting in the lobby of the Police station, biting my nails and checking my phone constantly for word from Roy, hoping he had decided to call into work and take Jimmy for a Daddy-son day. But I couldn’t imagine him doing so without leaving a note or waking me first, and the shredded Toy Story pajamas I held in my lap told another story; a much more horrifying one.
By Tina D'Angelo29 days ago in Horror
It's a Dirty Job
Dressed in my green Honey Pot Camp shirt, I wrestled the cleaning tub into the back of the camp van, then dragged the vacuum cleaner, mop, and broom in last. It was about 90 degrees in the shade, and here I was, a newly divorced mother of two, loading the equipment to clean the lakeside camps owned by Mr. and Mrs. Godfrey.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
*** TED “Doug? Thank God. What made you come here looking for Timmy?” “I didn’t buy your bad dream story. Something was up. I figured someone took him to blackmail you. I was right. Look, I gotta pour a foundation tomorrow morning. My gun isn’t exactly legal. How about I do a free disposal for you, instead of calling the cops?”
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
THE GENERAL Never leave an enemy until you’re sure he’s dead, Donnie, you fool. My brother-in -law’s kid had always been a fuck-up. I had scooped him and his buddy off the streets in Philly and offered them more bread than they’d ever seen in their lives. I should have known better. He was stupid and careless.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
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