Bienvenue Press Welcomes Molly Zenk!

Bienvenue Press would like to welcome Molly Zenk to our company/family!  Molly was the winner of our Halloween short story contest last year. We look forward to working with her and sharing her books with you. Today, she stops by the front porch to share a little about herself.

Tell us a little about yourself? Perhaps something not many people know?

I used to teach high school English and creative writing, but now stay home full time with my kids. I still keep in contact with a lot of my former students.  They’re adults now. It’s fun, but a little strange, to see them grow up, get married, and have families of their own.

What made you want to become a writer?

I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a writer.  I always said “I want to be a teacher and a writer.”  I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to do both.

Music or silence? If music, what do you normally listen to?

I need some sort of background noise.  Sometimes I have the tv on, but I focus better with music. I like creating playlists with songs that relate to the characters or themes of the manuscript.

What is your book about?

It’s a romantic comedy about a girl (Glynnis) with really bad luck with blind dates and dating in general, and the geeky guy (Corin) with a crush on her.  Glynnis’s best friend thinks she should hold out for someone flashy and exciting, like a romance novel alpha male. Corin is unassuming and as far as you can get from an alpha male. He’s a good guy, though, which Glynnis is very drawn to.

What gives you inspiration for your book(s)?

Sometimes I have really vivid dreams where I wake up and write down notes.  For my historical fiction,  they’re set in time periods and events I have an interest in.  I’m very visual. When I write, I see and hear everything in my head and transcribe it.  Sometimes I talk out loud when I write – especially the dialogue – to make sure I ‘hear’ it just right.

 What do you love most about the writing process?

Being creative and getting lost in telling someone’s story.  It’s also a nice escape from the stresses of normal, every day life.

Do you have a day job in addition to being a writer? If so, what do you do during the day?

When my kids are in school,  in addition to my own writing, I do freelance ghost writing and write for hire projects.  I like freelance because I can always say no to a project if I don’t have the time or don’t like it.  I just finished two write for hire projects for a publisher that I’m really excited about. They come out Spring 2019.

 Where can we find you online?

I’m most active on Twitter and Facebook.   I need to get in the habit of blogging more and start up an author newsletter. Stay tuned for details on that.

mollysocialmedia (1)MOLLY ZENK  was born in Minnesota, grew up in Florida, lived briefly in Tennessee, before finally settling in Colorado.  Her publishing credits include Heart’s Affections (2013),Hyperion Keats (2013), Better Date Than Never (2014), 3 Nights In Ibiza (2014), Christmas Kisses anthology (2015),Westward Hearts anthology (2015),  Out Of Character (2015),United To Strike: A Novel Of The Delano Grape Workers(2019) and More Precious Than Gold: A Novel Of The California Gold Rush (2019).  Molly won the first annual Halloween Flash Fiction contest presented by Bienvenue Press in 2017.  She is also the ghost writer for several best-selling Amazon short reads authors  Molly is married to a Mathematician/Software Engineer who complains about there not being enough “math” or info about him in her author bio.  They live in Arvada, CO with their daughters.

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Spring and Summer Bring New Rhythms

Who loves spring and its new beginnings? Kathy Penn does. Sit back and enjoy her story about the new life and rhythms of spring.


Spring has sprung in Dunwoody, and summer is almost upon us. With the pollen finally subsiding, we’re once again enjoying our screened porch, reading the paper out there most mornings and eating dinner with friends in the evenings. We’ve seen the dogwoods come and go, and now the magnolias are in full swing. Those are just a few of the many enjoyable signs of the season around our house.

We started with the Carolina Wrens building a nest in our rosemary bush. What a delight to watch the eggs and the mom and dad coming and going. It seemed as though only a few weeks passed between seeing the eggs and then the nest being empty. When they first hatch, all you really see is their tiny beaks and the white line beneath their closed eyes. I never did get to see them with their little beaks open, and then—poof—they were gone.

I was startled one day when I looked out the kitchen window to see a hawk on the porch railing right above the pot with the nest. He seemed huge and hesitated long enough for me to get a good luck before flying off. I’m sure he was looking for a tasty snack in the nest. Right as he flew off, a cardinal and a wren landed on the porch, almost as if they were both looking out for the babies. I googled hawks, and found out it was a red-tailed hawk.

Next, a pair of bluebirds moved into our bluebird house. They don’t do that every year; several couples will check out the house for a month, but we don’t always get “buyers.” My husband says they’re condo shopping. Once they move in, the mom and dad come and go, and then one day, you step onto the side porch and hear the noisy babies chirping.

As I’m writing this in late May, we haven’t yet seen any Bambis, as we call them, but it will soon be time. I’ve probably written before about Banjo, our eighty-pound dog, coming nose to nose with a little Bambi a few years back. What a sight that was—the tiny thing on its wobbly legs, frozen as Banjo stretched his nose out for a sniff. The deer dine regularly in the field beyond my kitchen window and chomp on plants I’d rather they’d leave be, but the pleasure I get from watching them meander past the kitchen windows on one side and the living room windows on the other is worth losing a few plants.

For me, the other less pleasant sign of spring is my spring knee. No, I didn’t make that term up. On an April bicycle trip one year, the tour guide said that’s what I had as I sat in the support van icing my knee. I told that story to my knee doctor the next year when I had the same complaint, and he laughed. He agreed that he sees many more folks with knee issues in the spring, when we all become active. This year, as my husband and I are trying to get in shape for a bicycling trip to Normandy, I’ve got spring knee again and am wearing a lovely and stylish red knee band to try to minimize the twinges of pain.

Yes, nature and knees tell me we’re approaching summer, and what a glorious time it is.

Processed with Snapseed.Born in New York City and transplanted to the South in high school, Kathy Manos Penn lives with her husband and their four-legged kids in Dunwoody, Georgia. She taught high school English before embarking on a three-decade career in banking, where, it seemed, she always ended up writing. While still working in the corporate world, she began a side job as a columnist for the local newspaper. She is now happily retired from banking but has no plans to retire from the joyful job of writing.

Her collection of newspaper columns, The Ink Penn: Celebrating the Magic in the Everyday, is available on Amazon as is her humorous novel Lord Banjo the Royal Pooch. She describes her work as “Books to make you smile.” Follow her on Facebook and visit her website to keep up Lord Banjo’s antics. Yes, Lord Banjo is a real dog.



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Who’s ready for summer? Donna Comeaux is! Sit back and enjoy this story about summers on the Gulf Coast.



By: Donna Comeaux

One perfect spring day many years ago, a breeze blew caterpillars into my hair and I ran off squealing, hating to touch those ugly creepy crawlers. Knowledge of their metamorphic process escaped me. In their new form, I watched them flutter through the air in brilliant pigments. After many attempts, I’d catch one and hold it on my fingertip as its soft beautiful wings slowly moved back and forth. I delighted in their competition for space with floating dandelions, dust mites, bumblebees, and wasps.

I had enough time back then to spontaneously roll up my pant legs on hot summer days, grab a fishing pole, and stand on the edge of a sunny, warm, windy Gulf Coast. Fishing was not only fun but serious business. A successful catch determined if we had meat for dinner. Crabbing was more of a challenge and proved scary for a nine-year-old. If careless, you’d find yourself in a fit of pain. Careful, and you rode home with pride.

Two steps off a stoop in any direction in our tiny city and you’d land on the Gulf of Mexico’s upper lip. Late summers provided us with more water than we knew what to do with. It was the season for it. It’d recede in time. However, the rain had a way of slowing us down and keeping us in one place. So, we made time for other fun things—baking cookies, making cool-pops, popcorn balls, and praline pecan candies.

If we needed a dollar or two to pay our 4-H Club dues or entry fees for another contest, we’d sell dinners to hungry refinery workers, offshore seamen, beauticians, and shoppers outside neighborhood markets.

When Grandmother wasn’t trying to meet a deadline, she’d teach us to sew pretty dresses to wear to church. In those days, there was no such thing as a CD player, iPad, PC, iTunes, or YouTube. News and music traveled through a twelve-inch box plugged to a wall. If the tuning wasn’t quite right, it crackled or faded in and out. Every Sunday morning, without fail, Grandmother turned up the radio then moved about the kitchen and prepared breakfast. I can still hear the radio flooding our bedroom with the sounds of gospel music while hot fluffy biscuits permeated the air. Cane’s syrup, in its traditional bright yellow can, sat in the middle of her table. Butter and fig preserves not far away.

I remember one of Grandmother’s many desserts—a hot peach cobbler on the cabinet in need of a large scoop of ice cream and a tablespoon. Or what about the scrumptious bread pudding I still haven’t been able to replicate.

Granddaddy cut sugarcane from his backyard where we’d sit on the porch swinging our legs, cackling and teasing one another as pure liquid sugar ran down our faces.

On hot days, we sat in the grass and ate cold watermelon then engaged in a seed-spitting contest. Other times, we sneaked peaches off Granddaddy’s trees, rubbed them hard against our shorts—our way of cleaning them—then we’d open wide and bite down. Disappointed, we found worms inside, or worse, they’d be hard and green. Hadn’t Granddaddy warned us to stay away from those peach trees? Hadn’t he warned us they weren’t ripe?

If we didn’t get into trouble over the peach trees, he’d scold us for picking figs too early. Granddaddy had two of them. We raided both. I can’t tell you how many times Grandmother made fig preserves and not once did I watch her do so. I wish I had.

Though Grandmother was a stay-at-home-mom, she sometimes worked as a maid for what she called “pocket change.” She would bring clothing home that needed washing and ironing. I watched her scrub stubborn stains on a wash board, hang shirts on the line then mix a powdery substance with water. She dipped the shirts into this glob we have come to know as starch, wrung them, squeezed them into tight balls then placed each one in the refrigerator. Hours later, we took turns ironing shirts to perfection.

I was a girly girl—dressed like a princess in secondhand clothes, always neat and clean, proper in speech. I must have taken on the façade of an alien to my younger family members. Once, I turned adventurous and decided to act tomboyish and climb trees so I could be like everyone else. Falling one time too many forced me to give up the sport. Instead, I played with dolls, skipped rocks across a creek bed, jumped rope, played a horrible game of marbles, played jacks (always, always losing to my mother), made mud cakes, and caught tadpoles in a nearby ditch.
I relished competing with my brother to see which one of us could balance on the railroad tracks the longest. After we begged mother to let us spend the weekend with Grandmother, we packed our bags and scurried off. At night we swung as high as possible to see who’d touch the stars first before one of us went inside wimpy over mosquito bites.

Fifty years later, I’ve lost things with age—patience, time, loved ones, and tender moments meant to be enjoyed the instant God loaned them out.

The most precious thing I’ve lost is time. A part of me wants more of it. The other part of me is glad I have so little left. My remaining seconds motivate me to ante up and use time wisely. You couldn’t have convinced me of this revelation years ago. I tried to put as many errands as possible into my day so I’d officially be a part of the growing society always needing to flaunt their busyness.

I’m wiser now. I crave intangible things. Moments. Moments it might take to sink my feet in hot wet sand and not worry about how I look in a bathing suit. Moments I might lie in the grass and blow bubbles while I ignore condescending stares. It would be nice to cut open a fresh watermelon and suck in its aroma, remembering the days I never won a seed-spitting contest.

As I watch dandelions fly through the air from my home office window, I can’t help but wonder if somewhere out there a child is giggling and laughing and having fun in these early days of summer. Maybe they’re playing in the rain, splashing their feet in one puddle of water after another. Are they trying to catch each droplet with the tip of their tongue? Drenched in pool water, have little feet trampled on momma’s new carpet as they tease one another over who’s the best swimmer? Perhaps little ones are mesmerized by new zoo animals or trying to waddle like baby ducks. It’s a given that parents have extended their children’s curfew during these hot summer months and allowed them to chase fireflies with Mason jars. And undoubtedly naughty brothers choose to chase sisters with earthworms or snakes they found in the dirt.

How many times will you scream at the kids to— Stop running in the house! Oooh, there’s nothing like the sound of children playing in . . .


dbcBorn and bred in Texas, Donna resided in the Gulf Coast region until she married and moved to Oklahoma many years ago. Her desires to write began at the tender age of fourteen and though she didn’t heavily pursue her dream until her children left home for college, her passion for writing never waivered. She began writing for the Ruby for Women Magazine ( in 2013, and still writes for them today, regularly submitting new articles for publication. She has written devotionals for Hope-Full Living ( and Believer Life. Essays, editorials, and commentaries can be found at On her website (, you will find inspirational stories, tips and rules for writers, sample chapters of stories she’s working on, and spiritual devotionals.
Donna and her husband, Glenn, have two grown sons and eight grandchildren. They reside in Oklahoma and Savannah, Georgia.

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Bienvenue Press Welcomes Lee St. John

Bienvenue Press would like to welcome Lee St. John to our company/family! She’s a writer from Georgia who writes funny Southern stories. We look forward to working with her and sharing her books with you. Today, she stops by the front porch to share a little about herself.

Tell us a little about yourself? Perhaps something not many people know?
I’ll be saying plenty below. But I will tell you two things that surprise people:
a) I made TERRIBLE grades in high school.
b) I am an Oxfordian. You are going to have to look it up.

What made you want to become a writer?
I consider myself a journalist first. My hometown newspaper selected a high school senior representative to cover school news with a weekly column regarding school events. I was chosen. In college I majored in communications which included all kinds of writing – radio ads, news releases for the PR department, human interest stories, etc. When I came home for the summers, I continued writing for my paper. Even after I married and had children, I was again asked to write a social column. This gave me a lot of practice. And that’s my brand – short, concise, but packed with a lot of punch. While working for the newspaper, my publisher told me I should write a book someday. I had another idea totally in mind but ended up in the humor department when I realized it was more my forte.

What is your advice to Indie Authors? b) On writing? c) Marketing?
a) Tenacity. b) Write. c) Step our of your comfort zone if you are not one who likes to aggrandize and self-promote. It’s just something you must do and have to do.

Music or silence? If music, what do you normally listen to?
Silence except for my tinnitus.

What is/are your book(s) about?
Non-conforming behaviors of a well-brought up Southern Belle. Think Margaret Mitchell. If you don’t know her background, think Scarlett. One in the same.

What is something memorable you have heard from your readers/fans?
Laughter. When I hear them laughing during my speaking engagements or they tell me they relate to an essay I have written and laughed, I’m good to go.

What book that you have read has most influenced your life? Why?
As a retired high school English teacher one might think I’d put forth a more serious book for consideration. But in 1978 I was twenty-five and a coming of age story affected me by one quote in the book. It was THE LAST CONVERTIBLE by Anton Myrer and the quote was, “Life is fair. It hurts everyone.” With this awakening and my middle and high school students whining about “That isn’t fair!” or such statements, I busted out that quote. Of course there were other books I loved, but at that moment in time, I identified with that character’s statement.

Who is your favorite author? If you could ask this author one question, what would you ask?
I want to say Harper Lee and telling her Southern story of injustice but I have to admire the female courage of Margaret Mitchell who put herself out there and personally stayed true to herself. I feel like I know what her answer would be to this question, “Was your maverick behavior worth it?”

What gives you inspiration for your book(s)?
Ill-timed behaviors, practical jokes, inept verbiage, wild excursions, and wacky real-life personalities.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?
My characters ARE real people.

Could you tell us a bit about your most recent book and why it is a must-read?
On Facebook recently someone wrote that she was getting tired with the downer “must read” book club books and wishes she could find a good book that would make her laugh. She said she had not laughed out loud since The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood. With all the harsh worldly news today, a book to make your sides hurt from laughing would be a good thing. I think these short essay humor books sharing a slice of life from unconventional but real behaviors are just the ticket to get out of the doldrums. But make sure you are wearing your “I-am-not-overly-sensitive-to-political-incorrectness” glasses because we’re having none of that in these true stories of yester-year. It happened the way the story is told and that’s that.

What do you love most about the writing process?
I like thinking about how the storylines unravel in my brain while I am writing. I like creating suspense by starting a simple story and then taking the reader down a rabbit hole with a parallel story, usually, which makes the reader think they are getting another kind of adventure but then bringing them back up for air and for the punch-line or resolution. It’s all about keeping them engaged with your narrative. Think Twain. And when I do, I think of The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. What a yarn that was. Bottom line: man plays trick with frog to win a bet.

What is the biggest surprise that you experienced after becoming a writer?
I have a publishing contract!

Tell us a little about your plans for the future. Where do you see yourself as a writer in five years?

I know my place. I have likened myself to the descriptions of certain national magazines and by those characteristics can tell you who I am NOT: I am NOT Traditional Home’s sleek designs. I am NOT Architectural Digest’s ultra-formal décor. I am NOT HGTV magazine’s informal mostly-craft decorating. I am NOT Garden and Gun’s rustic-outdoorsy living and appearance. I am NOT Martha Stewart’s perfectly placed designs, and I am NOT as simple as Real Simple magazine. But I, as a person, embody SOUTHERN LIVING magazine, which includes a smidgen of all of the above without being just one identifiable characteristic. I am a small-town girl who was cocooned in a Mayberry existence, later living and learning faster and sleeker ways through young adulthood in Georgia’s capital. So my writing reflects that – a barefooted, pearl-wearing girl, who uses her formal silver possibly with store-bought potato salad (who wants to peel all those potatoes?), and who’s strong personality always exudes, “Don’t tell me ‘NO!’” And since I know who I am, it is my goal to actually be featured IN Southern Living Magazine as I feel such a connection with the quality of the South it represents – down-home panache.

Where can we find you online?
Website and Blog:
Twitter: @LeeStJohnauthor
Newspaper: Newnan Times-Herald Contributor, Newnan, Georgia
The Fayette County News, Fayetteville, Georgia
Radio/podcast: upcoming “Spilling the Beans Book Club” with Lee St. John on 99FM
Pinterest: LeeStJohnAuthor

National Society of Newspaper Columnists
Atlanta Writers Club
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IMG_1180BIO: Good Grief – haven’t I said enough? I will add I am an only child (yes, it shows), married for 34 years to my best friend, proud of our two adult sons, and love our rescue Schnauzer, Obie, who looks like a TATER-TOT.





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New Release from J D Boudreaux!

PennyeBookPENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS by J D Boudreaux
Series: Sand Dollar Series #1
Release Date: March 6, 2018
Publisher: Bienvenue Press

Alex likes to think he’s a good guy—the type of person who loves to help others. A Good Samaritan. So naturally when he sees a woman stuck at the side of the road, looking all helpless his first instinct is to stop and help.

Little did he know that this one act of kindness is about to change his life forever.
Penny has her future all planned out. Her new job as a reporter is the first step toward building a successful life for herself. Unfortunately, her first day on the job isn’t going as she imagined it would. On the side of the highway with a flat tire and open trunk all she can do is silently pray for a miracle…and then gets one.

Only, this miracle is about to steer her life in an entirely different direction.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Born and bred in Opelousas, Louisiana, J D Boudreaux is married and has three grown children. The family now resides an hour south in the small town of Erath. Living not quite in sight of the coastal waters, J D swears you can smell it on a good, clear morning. A good story, good friends, and a good cup of coffee are the ingredients that make up a great day for J D. Add a little boudin, cracklins, and Momma’s homemade carrot cake, and JD will call it a perfect day!


Bienvenue Press Welcomes Carrie Dalby!

Bienvenue Press would like to welcome Carrie Dalby to our company/family! She’s a writer from Mobile, who writes (creepy) Southern Gothic stories. We look forward to working with her and sharing her books with you. Today, she stops by the front porch to share a little about herself.

Tell us a little about yourself? Perhaps something not many people know?

I’m a California native, but even when I lived there people assumed I was from the mid-west. I’ve lived in Alabama half my life but people can tell I’m not from here either—though most people don’t guess California. I’ve decided Wonderland is a good place to be from so my online nickname is Wonderwegian.

What are your books about?

My two published novels (as of 2017) are both coming-of-age stories for ages 12+, marketed as YA, but people of all ages enjoy them.

Fortitude is set during the Spanish-American War and is a tale of friendship (and a little romance) despite racial boundaries during the Jim Crow era.

Corroded is a contemporary novel about friendship (and a little romance) between teens—and one happens to be on the autism spectrum.

Perilous Confessions is the first book in THE POSSESSION CHRONICLES and will release in January 2019 through Bienvenue Press. This adult historical novel starts the journey of romance, friendship, and possessive ties between the Melling, Easton, and Davenport families. The series is a Southern Gothic family saga set 1904-1929 in the Mobile Bay area.

What made you want to become a writer?

Good books! I discovered the power of great books in my middle school library. Before sixth grade I would read books like The Baby-Sitters Club series and Betty Ren Wright ghost stories voraciously. At the library I discovered authors like Katherine Patterson and Richard Peck and realized books were powerful because they could make me cry. (Hello, Bridge to Terabithia!)

What is something memorable you have heard from your readers?

So far two reviews from unknown-to-me Goodreads readers stand out. Both are for Fortitude, my YA historical set in 1898 in Dauphin Island, Mobile, and Tampa. (A few of the characters from this novel have cameos in my upcoming series, THE POSSESSION CHRONICLES.)

One reader rated it four stars and said: This was a read-aloud book for my girls and me. We enjoyed the local setting and the historical romance. This book opened many conversations for us about equality and kindness. It also seems to have fully pushed them into the historical fiction genre so that’s a win-win in my opinion!
(Opening discussion about timely topics and helping people discover my favorite genre—WIN WIN!)

And another reader rated it three stars with the words: This book was pretty depressing.
(I immediately thought “I hope I made her cry.” And I mean that in a good way because I LOVE books that make me cry. If I hear a part from something I’ve written made someone cry I remember my twelve-year-old self sobbing over Bridge to Terabithia and think “I have arrived!”)

Music or silence? If music, what do you normally listen to?

Music! I have eclectic taste and a collection that has something for every mood. Part of my pre-writing process is creating a “mood music” playlist. I write with any type of music that fits the mood of the story, but I can only edit with instrumentals (otherwise I get lost in the lyrics and don’t read close enough), so I have separate “editing tunes” playlists. I adore things from classic to metal to country to world music, but I have my favorites in different genres and often something for each of the following will end up on any given playlist: Europe, Boston, Mitch Malloy, Nightwish, Helloween, Hanson, Martina McBride, Diamond Rio, Tchaikovsky, J.S. Bach, and Ottmar Liebert.

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?

I write character-driven stories, and as much as I plot, they never keep to the plan. They usually jump the rails about a third to half-way through the first draft and by then I know them well enough to NOT force them into the structure I planned before getting to understand them completely.

My motto is: Characters behaving badly is a good thing. It means you created them well.

What gives you inspiration for your books?


Corroded is my most autobiographical book. I pulled a lot from my own high school experience as well as my understanding of autism I gained as an adult.
The main idea for Fortitude came while I was reading a biography of Juliette Gordon Low. There were a few pages about the deplorable conditions of the Spanish-American War camps in Florida that appalled me so much I had to research it more and write about it.

The ideas for THE POSSESSION CHRONICLES began when my editor for my first two books told me I should try writing horror. After researching horror sub-genres I focused on Gothic horror and from there collected characters, locations, etc. (I love Pinterest for this) to piece it all together.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

A mixture, though I always find a visual inspiration for my main characters and use the portraits/photographs/paintings/etc. for the descriptions of them. I often name characters after people I know though they don’t match who they are named after—so don’t get any id

Where can we find you online?
Twitter: @Wonderwegian

author photo 2016 smallWhile experiencing the typical adventures of growing up, Carrie Dalby called several places in both San Diego and Santa Cruz counties home and has lived on the Alabama Gulf Coast since 1996. Her two young adult novels, Fortitude and Corroded, released in 2015 and 2016 by the Surge imprint of Anaiah Press. Currently she is writing a Gothic family saga for adults, THE POSSESSION CHRONICLES, of which the first novel will be released in January 2019. When Carrie isn’t reading, writing, browsing bookstores/libraries, or homeschooling her children, she can often be found knitting, volunteering, or attending concerts.



Donna Comeaux stops by the Front Porch today to share with us a poem. She wants us to remember that while so many of us are thinking about what to give our loved ones for Valentine’s Day, we sometimes forget those who have lost the love of their life.


By: Donna Comeaux

No matter how hard I blow
Into the winter air
You are no longer by my side
Acting as my guide

I’m alone and petrified

Only my heart remembers you

I search for warmth
Between cold sheets
Alone in our bed

But nights haunt me
Dares me to sleep

Everything around me
Rekindles thoughts of you
Unworn shoes, neckties
A razor unremoved

I really shouldn’t
But can’t help it
I dream day and night

Of massive hands
Curly strands
Warm smiles and
Snappy styles

Woodsy balm
Clasped palms
A stubbled face, indeed

A rat-a-tat-tat
For home repairs
You always in the lead

Funny how I still see you
Rolled up tight
In our linen, me naked
Snuggling in the night

I keep hoping any day now
You’ll come ‘round the bend
To kiss me, squeeze me, fondle me
Until I have no wind

I want to feel
Warm arms
In dead of winter
Cozy by a fire

Hear senseless jokes
Romantic words
Feel tender touches
In places known to us

Day by day when
The horizon burns
It chills me to my bones
To be reminded once again
How much I am alone

I hate the dusk
Lie down I must
So I do my best to pray

That I won’t dream
Feel your breath
Warm upon my neck
You spoon me
I soothe you
In a tight embrace

I want to sleep
Only sleep
Not commit to you again

Rather cling to hope
And measured light
To see me through tonight

But it seems to me
No matter what
I’ll always think of you
How you loved
And cared for me
Oh, so tenderly

dbcBorn and bred in Texas, Donna resided in the Gulf Coast region until she married and moved to Oklahoma many years ago. Her desires to write began at the tender age of fourteen and though she didn’t heavily pursue her dream until her children left home for college, her passion for writing never waivered. She began writing for the Ruby for Women Magazine ( in 2013, and still writes for them today, regularly submitting new articles for publication. She has written devotionals for Hope-Full Living ( and Believer Life. Essays, editorials, and commentaries can be found at On her website (, you will find inspirational stories, tips and rules for writers, sample chapters of stories she’s working on, and spiritual devotionals.

Donna and her husband, Glenn, have two grown sons and eight grandchildren. They reside in Oklahoma and Savannah, Georgia.

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New Release from Bienvenue Press!

Bienvenue Press is pleased to announce it’s newest release from Jolie St. Amant.  Hard Hearted Hannah is the second novella in the Chateau Rouge series. And it’s only 99 cents this week!

Hard Hearted Hannah 

(The Vamp from Savannah)

By: Jolie St. Amant


After a disastrous love affair with a Hollywood bad boy, Hannah is left with nothing but a hardened heart.

Now that she’s returned home to Savannah, Georgia, her days are filled with all work and no play. That’s until she decides to go to New Orleans for the Voodoo Festival, accompanied by the company photographer…who also happens to be a dimpled, Cajun man with the potential to cause a lot of complications.

Hannah tries everything to keep her distance from Julien, but seems to fail every time. It’s as if something—or someone—keeps on pushing them closer together.

Is it the allure of the sultry South? The romance of the Crescent City? Or can it be something more…otherworldly?

No matter what forces are at work, the question is…will Hannah’s fear of heartbreak keep her and Julien apart? Or will the mysterious Chateau Rouge work its enchanting spell on these two lovers?

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About the Author

Jolie St. Amant fell in love with all things New Orleans after reading Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice. Now, a frequent visitor to the Crescent City, she can often be found getting inspiration from ghost tours, or sipping cafe au lait at Cafe du Monde.

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“Summer Heat” Conclusion

This week, read the conclusion to the hot rod romance of Brittnie and Jerry!

“Summer Heat”


By: Neecy Knight bayou-527847_1920

They drove to the appointed spot and parked their cars side by side. Spellman’s Corner was the place to drag race. All of the hot rodders in the area went there. They went to show off their muscle cars, motorcycles, and rat rods. If it had wheels, they would race it. It was a secluded spot. The local police didn’t even bother them. Heck, most of the racers were related to the police in some way. Today, everyone was still out at the river, so no one was there now. They would be there later though, revving up their engines and betting money on who would come out on top.

Jerry got out of his car and walked over to Brittnie. “So how are we going to do this? Are you still sure about this?”

“Of course, I’m sure. Are you?” Brittnie grinned at Jerry. “Listen, I will set the alarm on my phone for two minutes. Roll down your passenger window and I will put my phone on my dash mount. When you hear it go off, we’ll go. Let’s race to Mr. Hebert’s fence.”
Brittnie set her phone and Jerry jumped in his car and put his seatbelt on.

“Safety first!” he called out.

“For sure,” she said back.

They both looked ahead as they waited for the alarm to go off.

Twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Five. One.

Screech! They took off.

Brittnie stomped on her gas pedal and held the wheel tightly. She checked the rearview and Jerry was only a couple of seconds behind her. She focused on the road ahead and pressed her pedal down even more. Her car roared to life as she steered ahead. Then a streak of blue passed her up.

It was Jerry. He had nitrous in that Malibu! How could she not notice that? Damn! There he goes! He had her so enamored throughout the day, she forgot to inspect his car further. Well, there goes her ride! They met up at the finish line—the fence—and got out of their cars.

“Good driving,” Brittnie told Jerry.

“Thanks. To be honest with you, I was a little worried,” he said. “Like I told you before, I know your reputation.”

“Humph!” She reached in her center console to grab the title to her beloved Trans-Am. She took one last look at it and reluctantly handed it to Jerry. Jerry took the title and started to put it in his back pocket. Then reached forward and stuck it down her shirt.

“What in the hell?” She pulled out the title and looked at Jerry.

“Hey,” he said. “I don’t want your car. I’ll tell you what I do want instead.”

“What is it that you want, Jerry?”

“I want you to drive my car next week at the drags in Baton Rouge and maybe even the week after that. You know why I want you to do that, Brittnie?”

“No, why Jerry?”

“Because I have a feeling that we will be seeing a lot of each other from now on.”

Jerry grinned and tossed his keys over to Brittnie. She caught them and smiled.

“Here, you drive,” Jerry told her. “I know you want to!”

dcNeecy Knight is from Lafayette, Louisiana, and has been published in several Hot Rod magazines for over eleven years. Her main works include car show coverage and automobile-related features. Neecy has dabbled in a few fictional short stories with a goal to publish a novel one day. While Neecy’s current day job is in the dental profession, her true passion is photography and writing.




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