Tuesday, June 18, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Tuesday Special: Witch Wish


by Jacqueline Seewald
Val Williams believes she will never be as pretty or popular as her older sister Ailene. When Ailene dumps her on an unfamiliar road after an argument, Val decides to ask directions of the only person she sees—an old woman engaged in a garage sale. Val purchases a music box that the old woman claims has magical qualities and will grant Val one wish. In a fit of pique, Val wishes that that her sister would stop being so perfect. When Ailene starts acting oddly, breaks up with her boyfriend, stops talking to her friends, starts dating a “bad” boy, and cuts classes, Val is troubled. She begins to fear she caused all this to happen by making her wish and suffers a guilty conscience. How she goes about setting matters right makes for some unusual complications and surprises.
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About Jacqueline Seewald:   
Multiple award-winning author, Jacqueline Seewald, has taught creative, expository and technical writing at Rutgers University as well as high school English. She also worked as both an academic librarian and an educational media specialist. Nineteen of her books of fiction have been published to critical praise including books for adults, teens and children. Her most recent novels are DEATH PROMISE and WITCH WISH. Her short stories, poems, essays, reviews and articles have appeared in hundreds of diverse publications and numerous anthologies such as: THE WRITER, L.A. TIMES, READER’S DIGEST, PEDESTAL, SHERLOCK HOLMES MYSTERY MAGAZINE, OVER MY DEAD BODY!, GUMSHOE REVIEW, LIBRARY JOURNAL, PUBLISHERS WEEKLY and THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR. She enjoys painting landscapes and singing along to all kinds of music. Her writer’s blog can be found at: http://jacquelineseewald.blogspot.com.

Monday, June 17, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Monday Morsels: An Accidental Love Affair

...a taste of romance

by Davida Samenski

Chapter One

She could see her tombstone now: Here lies Nicole Elizabeth DeLancey—Procrastination was her downfall.

She knew there were things she needed to do; important things, but no matter how much time she had to plan or organize, she always waited until the last minute to get things done, landing her in a worse predicament than when she began.

Here she stood in the middle of JFK International, lost, with the announcement that her flight to Heathrow was boarding blasting over the intercom. Where the hell was gate 36-B? She shook her head in despair, turning in a circle.

This is what you get, she thought. Once again, your ‘oh, I’ll do it later’ attitude is causing you trouble. If you don’t make this flight, you can kiss your writing career goodbye. Dad’s not going to give you any more chances to follow your dreams. Not on his dime.

Nicole didn’t want to do anything with her life but write romance novels. She wanted to write love stories so intense and beautiful they would rank up there with the best of them. A knock-down, drag-out war on the senses, capturing the reader’s attention so deeply, they would think of her characters long after the book was finished, living in the mind the way Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, Jamie and Claire, and Scarlett and Rhett all did. Yes, this was her dream. It was quickly becoming a nightmare.

The second announcement rang over the intercom, a swarm of butterflies fluttering their wings in her stomach. Butterflies, hell, more like a herd of stampeding buffalo. Her pulse started pounding hard, sweat breaking out across her forehead. Was she ever going to find the damn gate?

The powers that be were listening, the crowd’s parting, allowing her to spy the sign that would lead her to her destination. Hmmm, she thought, not too far to go.

Hefting her laptop case to her shoulder, she sprinted down the hall, relieved to see other passengers still filing through at check-in. She wasn’t late at all. From the ruckus behind her, wouldn’t even be the last passenger in line.

“Hold the plane,” someone yelled, as if the airline attendant could hear him over the noise level, which had suddenly increased one thousand percent. It sounded like a swarm of killer bees were heading straight for her.

Do not look, Nicole, she warned herself. You’re on a mission here. What’s happening behind you is not your concern.

Click, click, click. The constant buzz of camera lenses shuttering and refocusing was getting closer, not to mention the hard pounding of someone’s feet running down the corridor. They were coming up on her fast, bright lights flashing, bouncing off the walls in her peripheral vision.

“What the hell?” She stopped dead in her tracks, beginning to turn, but didn’t make it half a rotation.

“Oi, watch out!” the man swore, barreling into her.

Nicole and her assailant collided, stumbling over each other, the speed of his flight carrying them a good five feet before her ankle twisted. They went down, her face slamming into the floor, the laptop case banging her in the back of the head.

“Bloody hell! Are you all right?” the man asked, his accent thick with British crispness.

She lay on the floor, practically French kissing the tile, trying to catch her breath.

It serves you right, her subconscious nagged. You should have gotten here sooner to avoid things like this.

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Hollywood ‘It Boy’ Reece Collins, runs into aspiring author Nicole Delancey in the airport—literally and sparks fly, especially when every tabloid in the world picks up the story.

Heading to London to compile research for her novel, Nicole is bowled over by Reece as they both run to catch their flight. Joining him in first class, they discover an attraction that will carry them through months of romance and heartbreak, especially when his brother steals her manuscript in a bid to further Reece’s career.

Reece is used to being in the camera’s spotlight, but tries to keep his personal life private, which becomes hard for him to do when he falls for Nicole. Will he be able to protect her from the bright lights of his fame or will he step out of the light and be the man they both wish he could be?


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Friday, June 14, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them, then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
- Truman Capote
Thursday, June 13, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Meet Lyn Morgan aka Lyn Lawrence

aka Lyn Lawrence, Evelyn MorganThe Write Way Café welcomes Lyn Morgan aka Lyn Lawrence,  whose life is made of stories.


What inspired you to become an author?  
I was always telling stories even before I wrote them down. Often to amuse my friends since I was a child in the ‘40’s and we devised our own fun without tablets or cell phones. Soon I began to write them down. Then when I was 12, my sixth grade teacher told me I would someday write books.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?  
Presently I am working on a television pilot titled BIGFOOTVILLE. Doing final edits on a new book to be published this fall titled, DARK WEB OF DREAMS and if that is not enough, my memoirs, MEMOIRS OF EVELYN ROSE CAT which has a potential publisher

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? 
When I write about things that are sad or have hurt other people or even have to write a death in a romantic suspense, I find those topics difficult and challenging.

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?
I read them, I only rarely respond to them. For bad reviews, a best selling author once told me she was always driven to buy and read books with really bad reviews and was convinced some bad reviews were written by the envious. Haha, so I felt better about one in a romance magazine no longer being published that had gained me only one star.

What is your best marketing tip? 
I don’t market very well. I recently had good results with a Facebook boost on my author page and one on a page for a movie I co-wrote..

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process? 

Well, if I have to self-publish, I do not enjoy the formatting phase. Thankfully I have a publisher for the book coming out in the fall and don’t have to do it. This publisher is new and is Southeast Media.

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it? 
I will not write erotica ever. I will rarely use bad language.

Why did you choose to write in your particular field or genre?  If you write more than one, how do you balance them? 
I write in more than one. My preferred genre is romantic suspense and I have written three that are in print. I like romance novels and I have written one historical romance. LOVE IS A VERB is in print. I have planned and partially written a Civil War series. And I also write scripts. And non-fiction. And books about my movies.

Where did your love of books/storytelling/reading/writing/etc. come from? 
Both my parents and grandparents were all avid readers. One grandmother was also a librarian. I was raised in a household filled with every kind of book and I read constantly as a child and until I finally started writing and publishing my own works. I have only limited reading time now. But I always have at least one book I am reading.

What cultural value do you see in writing/reading/storytelling/etc.?  
Wow, is there culture without reading? Recently on a flight, I sat by two high school seniors and we talked the whole way about books and I was amazed at those they were familiar with. As for storytelling, it has always been a part of human life. Around camp fires, at family gatherings, anywhere.

How do you feel about ebooks vs. print books and alternative vs. conventional publishing? 
I read both ebooks and actual print books. Ebooks are easy on my old joints and my fading eyesight. I am now in my eighties and holding print books tire my hands. I love print books and am proud to say one of mine has made it into hardback, STONE JUSTICE, a true crime which in ebook form was on the top 100 list on Amazon for a couple of months.

What do you think is the future of reading/writing? 

There will always be readers. There will always be writers.

What are some ways in which you promote your work?  Do you find that these add to or detract from your writing time? 
Well, sometimes they do detract from writing time, but book signings, teaching classes at any venue possible from community colleges to informal ones at writers conferences, and critique groups and/or book clubs. I’ve done all of these.

What is your favorite place or way to meet readers?
At a book signing. It is always a treat, especially is they are my fans.

Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers trying to get published? 

Keep reading. Keep writing. 

So long folks!

Lyn Morgan aka Lyn Lawrence

In a seemingly haunted Hot Springs, AR hotel, 
Cassie fights for her independence and her 
baby daughter's life while falling in love 
with the owner of the hotel.
by Evelyn Morgan 

A young Indiana school teacher
leaves her groom at the altar 
to head by steamboat 
to Louisiana to teach.

Shay and Tony, once both members 
of the Cajun posse's water patrol, 
are brought together again when he 
returns to town, but can they rekindle 
their love and solve the mystery 
which once drove them apart?

by Debi King McMartin and Lyn MorganSTONE JUSTICE
 The true story of the only woman 
ever electrocuted in the electric chair 
in Louisiana, Annie McQuiston 
better known as Toni Jo Henry.
by Debi McMartin and Evelyn L. Morgan 

The book based on the movie of the same name 
which was filmed in the beautiful Caddo Lake 
area of North Louisiana, it is a different look 
at Bigfoot, but could it be the right one?

About Evelyn Morgan: 
     Writing under the names Lyn Lawrence and Evelyn Morgan, she is a multi-published author, co-author, and screenwriter.
     Evelyn was born in Lake Arthur, a small town in the southwest corner of Louisiana where she spent her childhood. She now lives in the northwest corner of the same state.
     Evelyn is a Romance Writers of America member and a member of the RWA chapter, NOLA Stars. With two books in print and one script in post-production, she is currently working on three more scripts. She and her co-author will republish STONE JUSTICE, with new information and photographs and documents soon.
     A movie, titled THE PARDON, based on the same true story recounted in their book STONE JUSTICE, premiered July 23, 2010, at Stony Brook Film Festival on Long Island, NY. Their original script, though not used in filming the movie, will be included in the new edition of STONE JUSTICE.

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Tuesday, June 11, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Tuesday Special: Kilts and Catnip


by Zoe Tasia

Magical danger lurks in the forest.
But Greg Gillie, a handsome Scot with a mysterious past, protects the Shrouded Isle and the lands beyond from the mischievous, dangerous fae.

A woman arrives disturbing the wee folk.
Greg’s task becomes harder when American widow, Becca Shaw and her two daughters vacation there. As each day passes, more fae steal away from the forest hill and menace the people in the village, Thistle.

Can this exodus be stopped? 
As Becca encounters an array of magical creatures, she strives to repair her relationship with her two still-grieving girls and befriend the suspicious villagers. Greg and Becca must work together to solve the mystery of why the fae are escaping and discover how to prevent it while they struggle with their blossoming feelings for one another.

For their sake and the sake of the world, let’s hope they’re up to the task.
Kilts and Catnip, the first book in a new fantasy series, is filled with sweet romance, delightful humor, and exciting adventure.

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An unexpected encounter at the village grocery…

The door flew open with a bang. Two wolves burst from the basement, tumbling over each other in their haste to get out. The smallest jumped on top of the counter. The larger one slinked out from behind it. That wolf, all black except its gray legs and muzzle, bared its teeth. The wolves were huge. Even the small brindled one looked like it outweighed me. I glanced back. Kay and Tate had reached the exit and waited for us. I froze, inanely torn between leaving money on the counter, maybe a note, or just leaving.

“Becca, Jessie. Come now!”

The panic in Kay’s voice and Jess’s tug on my arm decided me. The hackles raised on both animals, making them appear even larger. The smaller one sniffed the air then howled. He leapt to the floor, putting him mere feet away from Jess and me. Jessie gasped as I pushed her behind me.

“Back out slowly,” I whispered as I tried to remember what you were supposed to do around a wild dog.

My mind went blank. I wanted to run, but I didn’t want my back exposed to them. My eyes darted back and forth at the shelves, hoping to find a broom or something. As I crept back, my hand brushed the items on the shelves.

“Here, doggie, come here!” Jessie called.

I turned. Jessie had snuck to the next aisle and torn open a package of tuna. She waved it to get the wolf’s attention.

“Jessica! Get to the door!” I squeaked, managing not to yell. No freaking out the wolves, Becca.

I couldn’t see the large one, but said a quick prayer that it found the meat department. The smaller wolf sniffed and weaved around to the aisle where Jess stood. I backed more quickly and sidestepped to reach her just as the wolf did. Jess placed the package in the center of the aisle and backed away.

“Good doggie—you’re a good doggie. Tuna is way better than icky people,” Jessie crooned.

The wolf sniffed the fish and then lapped up some. Something bumped my hip. I wheeled around. The other wolf had flanked us. This time I couldn’t contain myself and shrieked. The wolves shied, their claws chattered on the tile as they scrambled back. I swallowed an eep.

“Go!” I shoved Jessie toward the door where Tate and Kay waited, Tate’s hands gesturing for us to come. I raced after Jess.

“We tried to get your attention, but we didn’t want to startle the wolf,” Kay said as she threw open the door.

The girls ran out. Kay and I fled seconds later. Just as I was pulling the door closed, the larger wolf leapt up, hitting it, and slammed it shut. The wolf rested its front paws on the wood and stared through the glass at us with intelligence showing in the dark eyes. Raising its head, it let out a spine-chilling howl.


As a child, Zoe Tasia idolized Barbara Eden, star of I Dream of Jeannie. However, she would have ditched the astronaut and married Captain Kirk. She can't blink and make magic nor did she wed a Starfleet officer. Instead, life had something better in store for her. She explores her imagination as a writer, is married to an understanding Greek, has two grown sons, and a crazy cat that thinks it's a dog. Zoe grew up in Oklahoma and lived over seven years in Scotland. Now she resides in the great state of Texas, where everything's bigger and better, or so she's told by the natives. When she's not giving her make-believe friends full rein, she enjoys the opera, ballet, well-chilled champagne and books, lots and lots of books. Her fantasy series, The Shrouded Isle, begins with Kilts and Catnip.

Zoe Tasia also co-writes books with Minette Lauren under the pen name Zari Reede.
Daisy Dukes 'n Cowboy Boots, a funny romance
Blinked, a zany fantasy
Sins of the Sister, a psychological thriller

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Monday, June 10, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Monday Morsels: Someone Special

...a taste of romance

by Teresa Roman

Chapter 1

Once I found Tracey, I planned on strangling her. How she’d talked me into coming to our department’s annual Christmas party, I had no idea. And now that I was ready to call it a night, she was nowhere to be found. I scanned the crowd of co-workers and their dates gathered in the private party room at Nightingale, a trendy bar in Los Angeles, looking for her.

No luck.

Knowing Tracey, she’d probably decided to ditch our group and mingle with the rest of the club-goers. She still hadn’t outgrown the party girl phase of her life, unlike me, who pretty much had left it behind after graduating from college. Not that I’d ever been crazy about nightclubs. I preferred staying home with a good book.

Only a curtain separated the private party room from the rest of the club. I pulled it back and stared at the thick throng of people gathered around the bar. Undaunted, I weaved my way through the dance floor, turning my head from side to side, hoping I’d spot Tracey sooner rather than later.

I headed toward the bar, thinking that if I didn’t find Tracey, I could at least console myself with another drink, even though I’d already had one too many. I was almost there when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was.

Dr. Eric Kennedy, one of the emergency room doctors I worked with, leaned in, and because it was so loud in the club, shouted into my ear. “Hey, Dawn. What are you doing over here?”

“Looking for Tracey,” I shouted back. “Have you seen her?”

“Yeah. I think I saw her leaving with some guy a few minutes ago.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

He shook his head. “What’s the big deal?” he asked. “You know how Tracey is, she likes to have fun.”

“The big deal is she was my ride home.”

“Ouch,” Eric said, pinching his face into a pained expression for effect. “Maybe she’ll be back.”

I fished my phone out of my purse to see if I’d missed a text from her. Sure enough, I had.

Leaving early - can you get a ride from someone else?

Ugh. She’d left without even waiting for my reply.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asked.

“You were right.” I showed him my phone. “I have no idea how I’m going to get home now.”

He smiled that perfect smile of his and took my hand. “I can give you a ride. But not until you have a drink with me first . . . and then a dance.”

I shook my head. “I don’t dance.”

At least not in front of my co-workers, I didn’t. Which was the reason I didn’t want to go to the Christmas party in the first place. I liked keeping my personal life and my professional life separate. If I was going to get drunk and make a fool out of myself, it wouldn’t be around people I had to see at work every week. But Tracey went every year and begged me to go with her this time. Against my better judgement, I’d agreed.

We were both emergency room nurses, and the members of the medical group that staffed our ER had gotten together this year and decided they wanted to do something different. Instead of a sit-down dinner and drinks, they’d booked the private room at Nightingale for appetizers, drinks, and dancing. Tracey wasn’t about to turn down free alcohol at such a trendy place, or take no for an answer from me when she’d asked me to come, too.

Eric tugged on my hand, and I followed him reluctantly. Halfway across the dance floor, he turned around and shouted into my ear. “We can dance here. No one has to know.”

It was like he’d read my mind. He knew I didn’t really like my co-workers in my business. Although, even if he’d pulled me back into the party room I wouldn’t have refused if he truly insisted on a dance. Eric had that kind of power over me. Ever since I finished nursing school a few years back, I swore I wouldn’t get involved with any of the doctors I worked with—until Eric got hired last year. He was fresh out of his residency, sure of himself, full of energy, and handsome as hell. I’d always had a thing for tall men, and he towered over me by at least a foot. I loved the way his wavy dark hair contrasted with his cornflower blue eyes. But his looks weren’t the only reason I had a thing for him. I worked with plenty of doctors and a lot of them could be total jerks, but Eric never treated us nurses badly.

He rested his hands on my hips and the two of us swayed to the beat of the music.

“Did I tell you that you look amazing tonight?” he said.

“No.” I gave way to a goofy smile, but looked away quickly, hoping to hide it from him.

“Well, you do.”

We’d both only ever seen each other in hospital scrubs, and they weren’t exactly the most flattering attire. I wanted to make an impression tonight, which was why I’d made sure to wear something I knew would look good on me. I had on a cranberry-colored wrap dress with a deep V-neck that showed off my hourglass figure.

“You look nice, too,” I said, admiring how handsome he looked in something as simple as dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt. Although with his perfectly chiseled body, he always looked good, even in hospital scrubs.

The song ended and I figured that meant our dancing had, too, but instead Eric pulled me closer to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

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After Dawn Masters hooks up with her longtime crush at their department's holiday party, the last thing she expects is for him to dump her just days before Christmas. Devastated, Dawn swears off dating for good until hunky police officer Jude Morales convinces her to give him a chance.

He slowly coaxes her into trusting him, tearing down the wall she's built around her heart. But just as Dawn dares to hope she's found her someone special, Jude’s own issues, coupled with a serious injury in the line of duty, threaten her newfound happiness and leave her facing the possibility of yet another broken heart.

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Friday, June 7, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
- Franz Kafka
Thursday, June 6, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

People Who Are Rich by Saralyn Richard

The Write Way Café welcomes Saralyn Richard, who explores grief and murder among the wealthiest in her book Murder in the One Percent.

“There are people who have money and people who are rich.” 
–Coco Chanel

How much money does it take to be in the wealthiest one percent? Globally, because of worldwide income inequality, one needs a net worth of $871,320 (Credit Suisse, 2018). In the United States, that figure jumps to a net worth of $10,374,030.10 (DQYDJ). Whatever your definition of “wealthy” is, you probably should include the word, “relative” into the concept. 

Like most people, I’ve always had a certain fascination with the rich and famous. Not all of the rich and famous. Just the ultra-rich and ultra-famous. When I was younger and more naive, I lumped all people with money into a single group, like people of a certain race, religion, or philosophical bent.

Later I realized all people with money didn’t necessarily consider themselves rich, and they also didn’t necessarily consider themselves happy. How much money did it take to be rich, to be happy? And what about the source of the money? Was it better to inherit it, marry into it, earn it, or acquire it by nefarious means, as long as one wasn’t caught?

Some years ago I attended a birthday party that was a weekend retreat at a country mansion in horse country. As I partook of the elaborate meals, the rich music, the refined atmosphere, I imagined what might happen if one of the party guests turned up dead. How would everyone behave, and which ones might be suspects?

How far would privilege and power go to protect a person from being investigated for murder? How would greed play with grief during a murder investigation?

I decided there was an intriguing story there, and that became the basis for Murder in the One Percent. The mystery pulls back the curtain on how the wealthy live, love, and treat one another.

Clothes, furs, jewelry, furnishings, artwork, horses, cars, private airplanes, and other material possessions serve as important details of the setting, as well as constant
reminders of just how far outside the norm these characters are.

It would take a perceptive detective to brush the dazzle from his eyes enough to investigate and solve a murder in this milieu. Especially when the suspects appear to close ranks on him, and even more especially when the former President of the United States applies pressure.

What happens when a billionaire dies? Is his funeral any grander? Are his mourners any louder? Is his absence felt any more because of his great wealth?

Whether you’re in, whether you aspire to, or whether you’re just plain curious about the top one percent, you’ll gain insights from Murder in the One Percent. I know I did.

Someone comes to the party with murder in his heart and poison in his pocket.

by Saralyn Richard
"When old friends gather for a weekend retreat at a country mansion, no one anticipates how their lives will be changed—or that one of them will turn up dead. Remote and serene, the Campbells’ horse farm is the perfect setting for a lavish party. The guests, members of the country’s elite wealthiest one percent, several of them politically connected as well, indulge in delights befitting their station—gourmet food, fine wines, Cuban cigars—but greed, lust, and jealousy insinuate themselves into the party.

Playboy and former Secretary of the Treasury, Preston Phillips, brings his new trophy wife to the party, unaware that his first love, the woman he jilted at the altar years ago, will be there, enchanting him once more with her timeless beauty. A snowstorm, an accident, and an illicit rendezvous later, the dynamics crackle with tension.

When Detective Oliver Parrott is charged with solving the untimely killing of one of America’s leading financial wizards, he realizes this will be the case to make—or break—his career.

Murder in the One Percent offers relatable characters, memorable moments, surprising twists, and humorous insights. Dive into the world of the one percent, and you’ll come up intrigued and thoroughly entertained.

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Mystery and children’s book author, Saralyn Richard, is a writer who teaches on the side. Some of her poems and essays have won awards and contests from the time she was in high school. Her children’s picture book, Naughty Nana, has reached thousands of children worldwide.

Murder in the One Percent, ©2018 Black Opal Books, pulls back the curtain on the privileged and powerful rich. Set on a gentleman’s farm in Pennsylvania and in the tony areas of New York, the book shows what happens when someone comes to a party with murder in his heart and poison in his pocket.

A member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America, Saralyn has written the sequel to Murder in the One Percent. Entitled, A Palette for Love and Murder, it is due to be released early in 2020. Her website is www.saralynrichard.com