Shifts was recently named a finalist for the 2016 Indie Book Awards in the Women’s Issues category.
. . . Velma turned away. Livy followed her into the living room and sat in the Morris chair next to the fireplace. From time to time, a drop of rain fell down the chimney and onto the cold ashes of a recent evening fire, sending out a strong, unpleasant burned smell.
Velma remained standing by the front window, her face reflected dimly in the dark glass. Her face looked odd, as though the features had somehow gone out of alignment, the hazel eyes closer together, the small mouth adrift between the pale cheeks.