Tina D'Angelo
Bio
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
BARE HUNTER, SAVE ONE BULLET, G-IS FOR STRING, AND G-IS FOR STRING: OH, CANADA
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ALL THAT AND A KITTY TOO
Mike returned from Mickey D's before I knew it and I helped carry the bags and drinks to the backyard of the housing unit, where there was a picnic area and playground. The girls were thrilled that I had finally done something right today—McDonald's for dinner and a kitty to play with.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
Two Strikes Leaves Me a Miss
I had to get control of myself. The girls would not see me lose it. I jammed my hand into my pocketbook, searching for the wad of tissues I kept handy for runny noses or sticky hands. Finding them I blew my nose, wiped my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to laugh off my tantrum.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
Eew! That's What She Said!
As soon as I dressed in the laundry room, I peeked out to see if my stalker was still hanging around, then dashed across the driveway to the camp store. Janie was cashing out the morning girl and sliding her tray into the register when I ran up to her, hysterically.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
From Hero to Zero
When you have kids, keep your seat belt fastened at all times because there is constant turbulence. Yesterday I was the perfect mom who made all their dreams come true. Today, because of a pervert wandering the campgrounds, I was an evil witch.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
The maintenance workers carefully approached the skunk hiding under our table, not wanting to startle it into a full-blown smell attack. The kids who had been sitting in the dining room eating their breakfasts were now crowded at the doors, noses pressed up against the glass, most likely hoping for the full-blown attack.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
Camp Honey Pot was all abuzz with whisperings of a diabolical axe murderer roaming the grounds after I had discovered a Peeping Tom looking into the cabin as my girls slept. Everyone was suddenly an expert in security and investigation. My girls were with me when I reported to work at 7 AM. I planned on keeping them with me all day, no matter how bored they became or how much they complained.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
Lying in bed the morning after getting to know Matt felt delicious, as I had an extra half an hour before reporting to work. Stretching the kinks out of my sore, overworked body, I remembered the feel of his hard fingers caressing my stiff muscles and shuddered, wondering how it would have felt to give in to my feelings last night.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
After dinner, the girls and I walked to the cabin that was going to be home for the night. Katie and I couldn’t hold Beanie back from racing most of the way. When we caught up with her, Beanie was peeking in the window that looked out onto the front porch.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
