Antecedent or part of a family member's title or "name".

In case you have questions about commas.
Maggie, my cousin, annoys everyone.
My cousin Maggie annoys everyone.
One of my cousins, Maggie, annoys everyone.

Maggie, my cousin, has an antecedent. Cousin is the antecedent for Maggie. Cousin renames Maggie Note the comma before my and after cousin.
One of my cousins, Maggie, Maggie is the antecedent of One, not of cousins. Maggie renames one. Note the comma before and after Maggie.

Grandpa James plays the piano!
My grandpa, James Jackson, plays the piano.
James Jackson, my grandpa, plays the piano.

My grandpa, James Jackson, plays the piano.
James Jackson is the antecedent of Grandpa. James Jackson renames James. Notice the commas before and after James Jackson.

James Jackson, my grandpa, plays the piano. My grandpa is the antecedent of James Jackson. Grandpa renames James Jackson. Notice the commas before and after my grandpa.

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The White House Wedding by Seelie Kay

A brand spanking new book!

When politics interferes with love, can love survive?

Getting married isn’t easy when your father’s the President of the United States! After reluctantly agreeing to a White House wedding, Sarah Lee Pearson, the president’s daughter, finds herself swept into a political maelstrom of unimagined proportions.

The White House staff and the first lady see the wedding as a political event, a way to sweep the president into his next term. Congress is complaining about the collateral costs. The media is delightfully rehashing every aspect of Sarah’s life, even those events that have nothing to do with the impending marriage. And the American public? Visions of an American royal wedding have swept them into a frenzy and vendors take advantage, making a quick buck off of everything from limited edition t-shirts to commemorative teacups.

Sarah and her fiancé, Sam, fight hard to ignore the craziness, but after learning a bounty has been put on their heads by an anti-government militia group, they have to decide whether a White House wedding is indeed worth it. And given all the hurtful controversy, perhaps a better solution is to not get married at all.

The White House Wedding Excerpt:

“How does my father feel about this?” Sarah asked.

“Your father wants you to do what makes you happy.”

Jamisen Powell entered his Chief of Staff’s office and nodded coldly at Jeremiah. He added, “He would never ask you to do otherwise.”

Sarah smiled and rose to kiss her father on the cheek. “Thanks, Dad. I knew you wouldn’t ask me to be a political stool pigeon.”

Jamie Powell chuckled. “No. That job apparently falls to staff.” He smiled at Sarah. “Look, hopefully, you only get married once. Make a memory that will mean the most to you and Sam. Nothing else matters.” He shook his head, “Maybe Jeremiah will get lucky and your sister, Melissa, will hook some poor sucker before the next election. She and her mother would be overjoyed planning a White House wedding.”

Jeremiah scowled. “I am only thinking about your re-election, Mr. President. Your first term has been a bit rocky. You need a solidifying factor, something that will grab the hearts and minds of the American public and provide a clear path into the next term. Your story, a daughter lost and found after twenty-five years, especially a daughter who just happens to be a stellar human being and a successful international law attorney, won their hearts in the first election.

“Walking that same daughter down the aisle, something you had never dreamed was possible? The ratings alone will rival a royal wedding. No offense, but Melissa’s marriage—if it ever happens—could never have the same impact. People don’t view her in the same light as Sarah. Melissa is a flighty socialite. Her deep-seated sense of entitlement offends. The ratings for her wedding would be nonexistent. But Sarah? She’s the golden child. The American public loves her.”

The president’s sapphire blue eyes, which mirrored Sarah’s, flashed with annoyance. “Be that as it may, I am not about to force either of my daughters into something they don’t want. Sarah has declined your request, and as far as I am concerned, that’s the end of it. You will have to find another solidifying factor, Jer. Surely I have done something that’s re-election worthy!”

About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for an award-winning writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When Seelie writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, and The President’s Daughter.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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Am I Famous Yet?

Mary Marvella

Want my autograph?  Why, you ask? Didn’t you know? I Indie-published 8 novels and 2 novellas. That’s why. Not impressed? I contracted a book, and it has been published! Exciting news to me.  Still not impressed? I was a guest Monday night at blog radio ( and am now a radio celeb.  Well, you can’t have my autograph anyway, and one day it will be worth something.

In case you didn’t catch on, I’m messing with you! I think each person who completes a book deserves a gold star, and revising one earns an extra gold star.  Each person who has submitted a book to an editor or an agent  deserves more points, of course. (Have a handful of stars.)

If you took time to polish a book and Indie publish it, you deserve a medal. (We’re past the gold stars now.) Seriously, it takes guts/courage to do that. I’m not bragging or complaining, but the formatting part caused me pain and whining. I am not computer competent. BUT I did it 10 times.

In 1991 I started writing my first novel and some family memories as short stories. Since then I have taken courses, attended workshops, read books and magazine articles, entered contests, and submitted my manuscripts. Despite “good” rejections, no one wanted to buy my books. I really wanted to sell and get an advance and lovely royalties. That didn’t happen.  One editor I respect and love for her writing suggested I self-publish a book she had to reject. I considered it, but still held out hope for that sale, even to a small publisher, even to an e-publisher. (So much for the New York Times Best Selling list and long lines in bookstores.) No one wanted that book or my others.    

Finally I bit the bullet and uploaded one novel and then another and become an editor for a new small press.(Gilded Dragonfly Books) Finally an editor wanted my first novel.  I had revised it and polished it and he wanted me to polish more. Because I didn’t give up or cling to old dreams, I found a new one. I have a romantic suspense novel published as an erotic romance. (Who knew?)

My advice.

Finish the novels you begin, even if the stories and characters change and toss roadblocks in your way.

Revise and polish over and over again.

Listen to critique partners and beta readers, but remember the book is YOUR book!

Submit the book until you don’t have any options left.

If you decide to publish the book yourself, get it edited by someone who knows about story development and someone who knows grammar rules.  Just because you think someone knows good grammar and punctuation doesn’t mean it is true.

Don’t give up on your dreams, but be willing to adjust them.

Try new things, like I did the radio interview.

Mary Marvella is a retired school teacher turned writer.  She tutors and edits and writes, and that’s about all she does.

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A Sale, a Prize, and Goals for 2020

The Protecting Series

For years I have been a writer, a tutor, an editor, and a writing coach. I seem to be editing more than I am writing or tutoring, I do have writing projects to finish.  I don’t make resolutions, but I do make goals.  

I plan to finish my 3 or 4 book demon sisters series and 2 stories in which my buddy, the Elvis tribute artist, comes into the story to save the day.

I plan to clean out 2 unwanted and unneeded pieces of furniture left over from my divorce 18 years ago and few clothes.

Catching up with my blogs and social media is a given.

ABOUT THE BOOKS ON SALE! Each of the books is reduced to $1.99 for the next week.

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Just in time for Christmas: For the Love of Christmas!

Each short story shows what Christmas means to its characters.

In “A Very Bella Thanksgiving”, a 4 year old child meets her extended family for the first time. A small town Christmas parade and a visit with Santa give her more than anyone would guess. I patterned Bella after my daughter, Danielle. She didn’t start talking with baby talk, so when she spoke in complete sentences adults were confused. She was a perky and friendly little person who charmed adults who met her. Bella shares those characteristics. One never knows what Bella will repeat that she has heard. One favorite expression is “I’m no hongry I could eat the south end of a north bound mule. she learned this from her grandpa.

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Mary Marvella, storyteller and grammar geek!

Mary Marvella is a Georgia girl through and through!  She writes romances that range from sweet to steamy and suspenseful, as well as women’s fiction. She’s a writer, an editor, and a teacher/tutor/writing coach.

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Marvella who loved to make up stories. We aren’t talking about lies or fibs, but stories with characters who lived in her imagination. This child lived in a time long ago when few families had a television set. The screens were small and black and white, about the size of a tablet, actually. Mary’s family didn’t have a TV set, so reading and radio were their entertainment. Her family did enjoy an occasional movie at a drive-in movie or picture show. Mary loved playing in the playhouse her daddy built using wooden containers large enough to transport tanks during World War ll. Mary’s stories became more complicated as she aged. Writing them wasn’t something she considered, it was all about telling them. Her stories sometimes frightened her. 

After Mary became a teacher she used her imagination to entertain students and then her own daughter. As each book she read to and then with her daughter ended she made “what happened next” stories. Only after she stopped teaching in the classroom did she decide to write stories to sell. Finally, the romance bug bit her. Characters wandered at will in her imagination, waking her from sleep and telling their stories to her as she washed dishes and as she ran errands.  

Mary and typewriters never became friends, so she had challenges writing even a short story that wasn’t riddled with typos. Her ex got a computer for their photography studio. This miracle invention, a Macintosh with 2 gigs of ram and a screen maybe 5 X 5, opened a world where Mary’s stories could live and become real!  Computer folks are probably laughing at this! She used a dot matrix printer, a REALLY old one!

Now Mary has 10 novels on Amazon and has been hooked on writing since she used that first Mac!

Mary fell into writing Romance novels because she found Georgia Romance Writers and Southeastern Writers Association and Nancy Knight a teacher.

Protective Instincts, Mary’s first novel, is part of the Protective Series. She has two books published as M. M. Mayfield, Write Dirty to Me and Her Deception.

Contact the author: Author/121044561311561

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A Pleased Teacher/Tutor

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I have been a teacher since I was five. Well, not a real teacher, except when I helped my daddy pass the GED when I finished fifth grade. Later when I was in high school I helped Daddy teach a night class in math.

After teaching in the classroom for fifteen years I began my tutoring career and have loved that I can work with a student one-on-one. I ‘d like to share this most recent thank you and proof that I am a DAMNED GOOD teacher.

This girl and I have been working together for four years. She was home-schooled and her dad moved around for his positions in hospitals. I have followed her and her brother by using Skype. They have a home in Canada and return there between jobs and so Doctor Dad can work Emergency on weekends. Dad-the-doctor expects this girl to be a doctor. We…

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My birthday book release!


Protecting Melissa is a Romantic Suspense set in Georgia.

Melissa isn’t looking for romance since the murder of her cheating, swindling husband. She wants to teach and mind her own business. However, someone her husband cheated is determined to make her repay money her husband stole before his murder in the bed of one of his paramours.
Complications arise when Gabe, her former crush, walks into her classroom to check on his son, one of her students. The kid has a secret, she knows that secret, and his father wants to know that secret.
When Gabe and Melissa leave a basketball game and find all four tires on her vintage Mustang flat, he determines she needs his protection, despite her insistence she doesn’t. Gabe and Melissa’s brother were best friends. He looked after her when she tagged along behind him and her brother. Since her brother is out of the country Gabe feels obligated to protect her, just until her brother returns.
Someone has planted cameras in her house and made intimate looking photographs he shares on the Internet with her students. Who is sending her threatening emails and how far will her go to get what he wants?


“You’re out of your mind! There’s no way that man could have been in my house. I’d know it. You’re trying to scare me. Why?”

“Just help me check things out. Look for anything he might have moved.” God, he hoped her home hadn’t been invaded. If it had he’d make her move in with him and Jay until her family returned.

Cabinets, shelves, and drawers looked undisturbed. Even a neat housekeeper was likely to leave a small space with dust, but no clear spaces or trails showed things had been moved. Nothing seemed out of place.

Hours later Melissa stared at her luminous clock face. After tossing and turning forever she was nowhere near sleep. Though she’d opened, then closed, then opened her bedroom door, shadows took on life. Settling sounds, the icemaker, clocks, and other sounds she would have normally ignored became ghost, monster, or boogie-man.

Two o’clock. Damn. Melissa threw the covers back and reached for her robe. No point staying here. Her den was dark except for the glow from the fireplace. Only quiet breathing and an occasional pop from the fire broke the silence.

Gabe slumped on the extra-long sofa. At least he could stretch out and rest. His face, bronzed by the firelight, made her breath catch in her throat. God, he was beautiful! The room was warm, but she reached for the afghan spread over the back of the lounge chair. He’d removed his boots. No holes in his socks. That made her smile. She reached out to spread the cover over his prone body.

“Wanna join me?” a deep scratchy voice asked. “There’s room. You can stretch out beside me.”

Like hell! “No can do, friend. I just came to check on you, to see if you need anything. Sorry I woke you. I’ll just get myself a glass of milk. Want one?”

“I wasn’t sleeping, either, Lissie. I was thinking about you, listening to your bed creak as you tossed and turned. And I was wondering what you wore to bed.” He chuckled at the sound of her indignation. “Yeah, I’d love a glass of milk.”

He didn’t follow her into the kitchen. She’d know his jeans were tight with his arousal. He managed to sit up without cutting off the circulation there by the time she returned with the glasses of milk.

His hard-on had calmed, but she was enough woman to make any man want to the point of pain. Tousled auburn hair framed her slender face then tumbled down her back. At least now he knew she hadn’t gone to bed with curlers in her luxurious hair. Her face, bare of makeup, looked younger than her twenty-eight years. He knew her age as well as his own, thirty-four.

He squirmed to make himself more comfortable. His body still reacted like that of a seventeen-year old around her. He’d bet she didn’t realize her cotton gown was sexy as hell. When her robe parted the clinging fabric outlined her legs. Back-lit by the firelight, it became almost transparent.

“Sit,” he ordered, pulling her down on the sofa beside him. “Drink your milk.”

He emptied his glass in several swallows as she watched. She sipped hers. He removed her empty glass from her hands and placed it on the floor.

“Just put your head on my shoulder and rest your eyes while I talk.” His arm behind her on the sofa made it easy for her to use his chest as her pillow.

“Remember the time” helped him remember he had stayed to protect her, not to lust after her.

Lissie’s body was soft in all the right places. His own was painfully hard in one particular place. She fought sleep, but she’d succumbed to exhaustion. He’d never have guessed how much he’d enjoy just holding her and reminiscing. Her laughter had been like music to his ears, low pitched, deep and throaty.

She‘d fallen asleep and he’d dozed. The first time he’d jerked himself awake her body was sprawled across his, her hand caressing his arousal. Carefully he’d maneuvered himself so she rested beside him. Like a trusting child she allowed him to move her without awaking. He moved her body so that spoon fashion, his chest to her back, their bodies aligned to make the couch long enough. At least he didn’t doze again.

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Fairy Tale Royal Wedding Gowns

I hope you can see the gorgeous wedding gowns, thanks to Linda Nightingale!

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

There is a particular intrigue to the monarchies that have survived until today, be it the United Kingdom, Sweden, Norway, or Monaco.  The Royals are historic and romantic.  Like famous movie stars, they are always in the public eye.  People are eager to learn what Harry’s and Megan’s everyday life is like.

It is no wonder that the royal gown is a hot topic of discussion and the most likely to be remembered. For a few moments, let’s enter the world of the nobility.

In 1840, Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom wore a white wedding gown in her marriage to Prince Albert of Saxe, Coburg and Gotha. The plain satin gown was made from fabric woven in Spitafields near London and trimmed with a deep flounce and handmade lace from Devon. William Dyce, head of the then Government School of Design (later the Royal College of Art) designed and…

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