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My new tale of Peru called The Baby Who Fell From the Sky is Free until 5 February. Download a copy and enjoy the read. As always, I’d appreciate it if you left a review.



Ursula Wong

Jack quietly pressed against the door until the lock clicked shut. He took off his camel hair coat and sniffed, noticing a trace of her Chanel, and remembering the explosion of satisfaction that still filled him.  He hung the coat up next to Mary’s, sure that she wouldn’t notice the scent. Sadly, she never noticed anything anymore.  Still, he kicked off his shoes soundlessly, and crossed the floor to the stairs.

Jack froze at a voice coming from inside the bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door and listened.

“He was out ‘till after midnight a few days last week, too.” Mary’s voice.

She noticed I was gone. She missed me, thought Jack. She still cares. A second passed.

“Okay. But I need to be home before Jack gets in.”

Jack grinned. She wanted to be home so she could wait up for him. He felt warm and loved. He realized how much he had missed that feeling. He had been so stupid. She loved him after all. He resolved to be true to her this time. Only her.

“I suppose you’re right. Jack won’t even notice if I’m gone. If he does, he deserves a little pain. He’s given me enough.”

His smile faded.

“I love you, too,” said Mary. “Sweet dreams.”

Jack closed his eyes to a feeling of utter emptiness. When he opened the door, the room was dark and Mary’s form lay still on the bed.  He undressed in the bathroom and quietly crawled in next to her. He put his hands behind his head and fell asleep wondering how it had all come to this.

The Inheritance

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The Inheritance

By Ursula Wong


Belle went into the kitchen to find Sissy wedging a pry bar behind the cap running along the wall above the wainscoting, sweat running down her cheeks.

“Leave that alone!” Belle said.

“Why? It’s going to be mine eventually. I can do what I want,” said Sissy.

“Grandpa left everything just so, and that’s how I want it to stay as long as I’m alive,” said Belle.

“But this stuff is so old and boring.” Sissy gestured at the honey-colored wood and the stove with blue flowers painted on the enamel. She wiggled the lever against a stubborn nail.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? You leave this house alone and if you don’t like it, well there’s the door. You and Tom can find someplace else to stay.”

“You know we have no place to go.”

“I mean it, Sissy. I don’t want Ed’s handiwork destroyed because you think you have better taste.”

Sissy’s knuckles turned white as she clasped the lever. A chill seized Belle’s back.

Then Sissy giggled and put it down. “I do have better taste.”

Shaking off the discomfort and telling herself that it was just a family quarrel, Belle climbed the stairs to the landing and the rocking chair Ed had made. She sat and gripped the arms, wondering where that girl gotten all her damn nerve.

In a few minutes, Sissy came up carrying a cup of tea and a butter cookie. It was Belle’s best China.

“Thanks.” Belle smiled and took a sip. Maybe Sissy was trying to apologize and had finally gotten the message that she was serious about the house.

“Are you going to be home all day?” asked Sissy.

“Far as I know,” said Belle. As she took another sip, her eyes grew wide. She grabbed her throat. “Did you put something in the tea?”

Sissy giggled.

Belle dropped the cup and saucer to the floor.

Sissy’s voice sounded far away. “It’s okay, Tom. Get the tools and let’s start working.”

Celebrate the 4th with a story about independence.

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When Russian soldiers invade Eastern Europe during WW II, they ravage the countryside and terrorize the people. After her mother is murdered, young Ludmelia vows vengeance and joins the partisan resistance in a David-and-Goliath struggle against the Soviet’s mighty war machine.  Read it now!

“Compelling and engrossing, and almost impossible to put down.” – Leigh Perry, author of the Family Skeleton Series

Amber Wolf launches today!  View the trailer, the article in the Lowell Sun, and wish me luck?