Teaser Tuesday: Baby Grand

That's right! A new story is coming your way, and here's a taste, just a little tease, to whet your appetite.


Six years ago, Rhianne made a careless mistake with devastating consequences. Stalked by guilt and an ever-present anger she can't evade, she takes each day as it comes, while maintaining a civil, but distant, relationship with her mother. And all the while, she is haunted by the presence of the baby grand and its deafening silence. 

 When Rhianne is pushed past her breaking point and forced to face her demons, will she find the redemption she so desperately seeks? Or is her past too deadly to escape?

Keep your eyes peeled! A release date is coming soon!

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