Uh Huh Honey

The ranch-house of Uncle Hozie Wheeler’s Flying H outfit was ablaze with light. Two lanterns were suspended on the wide veranda which almost encircled the rambling old house; lanterns were hanging from the corral fence, where already many saddle-horses and buggy teams were tied. Lanterns hung within the big stable, and there was a lantern suspended to the crosstree of the big estate.....

The ranch-house of Uncle Hozie Wheeler’s Flying H outfit was ablaze with light. Two lanterns were suspended on the wide veranda which almost encircled the rambling old house; lanterns were hanging from the corral fence, where already many saddle-horses and buggy teams were tied. Lanterns hung within the big stable and there was a lantern suspended to the crosstree of the big estate. It was a big night at the Flying H. One of the stalls in the stable was piled full of a miscellaneous collection of empty five-gallon cans, cow-bells, shotguns; in fact, every kind of a noise-maker common to the cattle country was ready for the final words of the minister. For this was to be the biggest shivaree ever pulled off on the Tumbling River range. Inside the living-room was the assembled company, sitting stiffly around the room, more than conscious of the fact that they were all dressed up. Old gray-bearded cattlemen, munching away at their tobacco; old ladies, dressed in all the finery at their limited command; cowboys, uncomfortable in celluloid collars and store clothes; old Uncle Hozie, red of face, grinning at everybody and swearing under his breath at Aunt Emma, who had shamed him into wearing an old Prince Albert coat which had fitted him fifty pounds ago. “Look like you was the groom, Hozie,” chuckled one of the old cattlemen. “Gosh, yo’re shore dudded-up!” “Glad I ain’t,” said Uncle Hozie quickly. “All them wimmin upstairs, blubberin’ over the bride. Haw, haw, haw, haw! She’d ort to have on a swimmin’ suit. Haw, haw, haw, haw!” He winked one eye expressively and jerked his head towards the kitchen. His actions were full of meaning. Curt Bellew got to his feet, stretched his six-foot frame, smoothed his beard and tramped down heavily on one foot.

Kanye has waxed poetic about life, creativity, and more on twitter recently and what better way to immortalize his tweets than by turning them into a book paired with illustrations. It was an easy parody of Milk and Honey given the short nature of tweets and my simple yet refined illustration style.

Honey Ambrose is a hot mess-literally. Her online sex-toy business has become a huge success, leaving her house overflowing with her ever-popular inventory. Honey's brother hires professional organizer Houston Pace to help her out, but when Houston arrogantly insists that anyone who needs gadgets doesn't know what they're doing in bed, Honey takes matters-and her toys-into her own hands…. He'll teach her all about love… Houston begins to fall in love, but Honey's fear of intimacy stalls their promising relationship. He is willing to patiently earn her trust, but when Honey's past-and her family-interferes, he'll have to step up to prove that real love is strong, true and oh so sweet.…

When a selkie’s Coat trades white for silver and black, it’s time to enter adulthood. They do this by roaming the ocean alone for two years – just them, an eternity of saltwater, and mortality staring them in the face. Ten percent of them die. The other ninety percent learn some heard truths about who they are, and which parts of themselves aren’t worth sacrificing to survive. Brielle is a week into hers when she finds a merman on the continental shelf. He’s weird and dying; she’s bored. So even though he’s quadruple her size – and despite centuries of their respective species fighting like seagulls at a picnic – she decides to help. Then sharks try to eat them both, Brielle gets kidnapped, the merman might not be a merman at all, and the Vedava – a race of demons that were stopped last time at the cost of the pantheon’s strongest goddess – have escaped to poison the ocean anew.

Literary Americana fiction filled with humor and heart When his wife, Angel, is killed in a head-on collision, Gomez Gomez feels he can't go on--so he doesn't. He spends his days in the bushes next to the crash site drinking Thunderbird wine, and his nights cradling a coffee can full of Angel's ashes. Slow, sure suicide, with no one for company but the snakes, Elvis's ghost, and a strange kid named Bones. Across town, Father Jake Morales plays it safe, haunted by memories of the woman he left behind, hiding his guilt, loss, and love behind a thick wall of cassock and ritual. Then a shady business deal threatens the town--and his good friend Gomez Gomez--and Father Jake can't just stand by and watch. But what happens when the rescuer is the one in need of saving? The Beautiful Ashes of Gomez Gomez is quirky, heartfelt, and deeply human. Lives and hopes collide in the town of Paradise, stretching across decades and continents in this epic story of forgiveness, redemption, and love.

Join beloved teenage girl detective, Trixie Belden, for fun, adventure, and intrigue as she explores an abandoned gatehouse in the next book in the iconic mystery series starring the beloved teenage girl detective! When Trixie and Honey explore an abandoned gatehouse, they discover more than dust and spiderwebs. Stuck in the dirt floor is a huge diamond! Could a ring of jewel thieves be hiding out in Sleepyside?

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY… After a brazen midnight encounter with a handsome stranger, shy Linda Mailer returned to her quiet life working for Walter Parks. Until she learned she was expecting a baby. And that her mystery lover—the baby's father—was Detective Tyler Carlton, the man in charge of the scandalous investigation into her boss! Tyler insisted they marry and give their child a real family. The longer they lived together, the deeper their passion grew. But Linda was wary of Tyler's thirst for revenge against Walter, and feared he was only using her for information. Could Tyler finally let go of the past…and in the present find the love he'd always wanted?