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Author<\/h2>\nR. L. Mosz<\/p>\n
R. L. Mosz was born in Buffalo, New York, but currently lives in southwestern Montana. She enjoys hiking, writing, reading, feeding the birds, and the great outdoors. Having self-published two novels, she is busy working on a third.<\/p>\n
The author\u2019s foremost hobby is writing. Her first novel, The Keeper, chronicles the long-term effects of abuse and is dedicated to victims of trauma. Her second novel, Roses in December, is dedicated to unloved girls and explores the topic of falling in love with the wrong person and the resulting consequences. She is currently completing a third novel, Freewheeling, about terminal illness, and the book will be dedicated to the very sick.<\/p>\n
Despite her love for the solitary pursuit of writing, R. L. Mosz also enjoys working in the social services field and presently works full-time in a rehab center and also part-time with autistic teenagers. Working directly with people in this field is challenging and rewarding. She is temporarily on hiatus from her part-time job to rest up and reserve more time for her current writing project.<\/p>\n
With plans for a fourth book, it is always a challenge to accomplish her goals. She takes time out for reflection and daily prayer and always tries to remember that life is mysterious and uncertain. It\u2019s important to be grateful and enjoy every day.<\/p>\n
The blue rose has long been a literary symbol of perfect, yet impossible or unattainable, happiness and love.<\/p>\n
Roses in December, told in an unassuming, narrative-based storybook style, is a simple tale set in the early 1970s. Decades before the onset of texting, Annie Aldridge and her poetic, whimsical boyfriend, Ethan Jackson, conceal notes of affection for each other in secret hiding places. But Ethan is a man in search of himself and is unable to decide with whom he wants to be. Just across the street, police detective Al Tortino, admires Annie from a careful distance. But for Annie, their handsome neighbor is little more than an increasing annoyance, despite his being close friends with her uncle and young niece, with whom Annie lives in the imposing old Graystone house.<\/p>\n
The harder Annie struggles to win over the elusive Ethan, the more hopelessly entangled her life becomes with the caring, classically handsome detective. Soon, despite the lamentations of her family, she loathes the very sight of her neighbor and refuses to speak to him at all.<\/p>\n
Yet as Annie pines for Ethan, Al has the case of his career to solve: A maniac is attacking people on the streets of North Park. Al\u2019s deepening love for Annie wears away at his pragmatic nature; but when the detective\u2019s judgment finally slips, a terrible price may come for all to pay.<\/p>\n
Roses in December is about falling in love with the wrong person and the resulting consequences. Annie mistakenly assumes that if she just tries hard enough, her relationship with Ethan will blossom and grow. She fails to realize that true love is reciprocal on every level and ultimately places her own life in jeopardy with her stubborn unreasonableness. As she struggles with her own traumatic past, she ultimately chooses maturation and is able to change and grow. Life typically allows us many chances and Annie at last makes the choice to see truthfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, is Annie here?\u201d Ethan Jackson knelt down to Nestle\u2019s level where she stood in the entryway after having answered the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to get bent down,\u201d Nestle scolded, scratching at a tuft of hair self-consciously. She turned in the direction of the stairwell. \u201cAnnie!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBe right down!\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan straightened up, feeling oddly foolish as he had in the past when confronted by this unnerving young girl. Nestle made no effort to leave, instead she began burrowing the point of a sharp pen she held into a tiny scratch in the side of an antique phone desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s your roller skating coming?\u201d Ethan asked at last, folding his arms across his chest and tossing his hair back from his eyes.<\/p>\n
Nestle pursed her lips as if the question required careful consideration. \u201cJust fine,\u201d she admitted, pushing at the pen. \u201cAl\u2019s taking me skating at Don\u2019s Chalet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s a policeman. He arrests people and puts them in jail.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally.\u201d Ethan nodded, watching her destructive progress on the costly desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Ethan.\u201d Annie stepped down from the dark stairwell, suddenly brightening the gloom of the Graystone with her beautiful smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nestle ducked her head, pulling on a jacket and reaching for her skates.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to drop Nestle across the street,\u201d Annie explained, feeling heady with joy as she always did when the object of Ethan\u2019s attention. She had known he would call her! Now they planned to spend the day together in North Park along the marina.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can go by myself,\u201d Nestle insisted, her elfin face now a scowl.<\/p>\n
\u201cNestle\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I can!\u201d She pushed open the heavy door and trotted down the wide flagstone steps.<\/p>\n
\u201cNestle, wait up!\u201d Annie turned to Ethan. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d Feeling silly, she charged after her young cousin. To Annie\u2019s further embarrassment, Nestle simply wrenched open Al\u2019s front door without knocking and slammed it closed behind her. Annie remained outside, a trifle baffled by Nestle\u2019s behavior. The door immediately opened again, and Al looked out, regarding her pleasantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Annie, come in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shaking her head, Annie spotted Nestle inside, already curling up on Al\u2019s couch with a book. \u201cI can\u2019t. I\u2019m in a hurry. I just wanted to thank you for watching Nestle on such short notice. I should be back around four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s no problem; Nestle and I are great skating partners,\u201d he insisted, glancing back at Nestle.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s going out with that dumb \u2018ol Ethan!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I have to go.\u201d Whirling around, Annie made a quick exit, anxious to get back to the Graystone.<\/p>\n
It was past seven when Ethan pulled up in front of the Aldridge home again, with Annie basking in the exhilaration of a beautiful day. He had taken her to the coast where they had walked for miles along the stretching shoreline, dining on fish and chips from a little stand by the marina while they talked endlessly about hopes and dreams.<\/p>\n
Annie glanced over at Al\u2019s house a trifle uneasily. It was dark now, but Gregory was obviously home; the Graystone\u2019s lights were on. \u201cWell, I should go in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d Ethan smiled, relieved that all was right between them. His eyes glowed with a tenderness that seemed to pierce her innermost soul. \u201cI\u2019ll\u2026I\u2019ll see you tomorrow.\u201d He kissed her lightly several times on the lips and she felt breathless.<\/p>\n
Book Cover http:\/\/everywritersresource.com\/selfpublished\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/rosesindecember.png<\/p>\n
Genre Fiction<\/p>\n
http:\/\/www.rlmosz.com\/<\/p>\n