Richard didn't know what was in store for him when his beautiful and seemingly normal wife starts to exhibit strange behavior. She swears she can read his emotions, know what he is thinking. One night, she accuses him of infidelity, claiming she had read his emotions and knows he feels guilty. Then, she assumes something else he feels too, something she thinks he wants her to do...
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About the Author
Michelle Devon is sometimes affectionately (and sometimes not so affectionately) known as Michy. That’s pronounced Mickey, like the mouse, and not Mishy, like a fish; not Mitchy like the guy on Baywatch; and no, it doesn’t rhyme with bitchy, though she can sometimes be that too. Her last name, Devon, was not originally her legal name, but rather a pseudonym, chosen from her son’s middle name, both for privacy reasons and also because her maiden name was too similar to a famous and/or infamous celebrity with whom she found it impossible to identify. However, she has since legally become Michelle Devon, for all of her business purposes.
For over eight years, Michy was a freelance print and web writer by day and an emergent novelist by night, until her family finally told her, “It’s your turn now.” Thinking they meant it was her turn to focus on her fiction writing career, Michy pushed freelancing to the back burner, completed three novels in three years, as well as starting three more that are in various stages of completion. She then began the journey of polishing, perfecting and per… puh.. P… well, running out of P words for alliteration, she began to search for a literary agent in January of 2010.
Little did she know, literary agents don’t scrub showers (well, at least not other people’s–they might scrub their own), and her family had actually meant it was her turn to clean the bathroom. So, shower scum went unchecked, and Michy really needs to sell one of these novels to pay for the cleaning service to come and etch the mold, mildew, and muh… m… well, she ran out of M words for alliteration too.