Yolanda Olson Bücher

The Convert Life has never been this good. True, I miss my friends and everything I used to have but now there’s hope in a place where it never lived before. Inside of me, her. Us. She’s built something great and all are welcome. The only problem with that is that he thinks he’s welcomed too. She doesn’t remember him, or at least that’s how she likes to live her new life. I can see it in his eyes.The disgust, the disdain … the jealousy. I’ll do everything I can to protect her from all of the evil in the world. Including my own father. The Zealot Past lives are in the past for a reason. I’ve been blessed with so much more than I used to be, and I can only hope that I can do the same for everyone that comes to my home in the desert. A place where only love and light shine, where the terrible things I used to do and be were left to rot in the proverbial rearview mirror. He doesn’t like that I don’t remember him or his friend. He seems to think that I’m lying to him. I do recall some of the trauma but not all of it and I never want to again. Maybe he’ll learn to forgive and forget. Maybe he won’t. Either way, I’ll lead him to the light and show him that he can be so much more than what he is, and in the end, he’ll thank me for it. The Deviant Blondes and junkies have always been my no-go’s. Everyone has something that makes their skin crawl, and those are mine. Granted, things could be worse when it comes down to it, but I’ve seen more than enough. After I came home, I saw the disappointment in his eyes—and felt it like a kick to the face when he accused me of being the one thing I never have been. Back out to the holy land I go to get some answers. I don’t understand how someone can be so happy living a lie and forget the past as quickly as she did. I promised him that I’d bring her back and I will. All’s well that ends well, right? Guess it depends on who’s ending you’re looking at.

He was from the wrong side of the bayou. A place where voodoo was revered and fallen angels whispered. I didn't care. I loved him from the first time we played together, and I love him still. I haven't seen him in so long. I went back to New Orleans when I could. I never stopped thinking about him. My bayou boy with the heavy Cajun accent. I just didn't know that the happy little boy had turned into such a different man. I didn't know that he had been looking for me too. I didn't know a lot of things. But finding out was much worse than staying in the dark.

The WannabeThe best and worst idea I’ve ever had blew up in my face big time.Willa and Dexter are gone; traded away for the worst man I’ve ever met in my life and the most obsessive little fiend that would sooner die than not have his full attention.I’m on the road again, but it’s nowhere I want to be.I don’t even know where the destination is exactly. All I do know is that I’d rather be anywhere than here or there.My friends…I’m sorry.The ReplacementI thought my luck had run out on the curb of a rest area somewhere in Pennsylvania.I’ve never been so wrong. Someone found me, tucked me under his arm, and promised me a great time—and for the most part, I suffered one disappointment after the other.Until him.He sees me, knows me in ways that I don’t even know myself, and when he smiles at me…I’ll never let him go.The FuryIf it’s not the emo kids at the stupid church, it’s something else.I spent most of my time happy at home with nothing but my … friend … to pass the time.That was all I ever thought I needed to be honest, and I know damn well, it’s all he’s needed. I mean anyone that comes into my crosshairs usually knows they’re in for a time as magnificent as the sight they’re beholding, and I like to do my best to show them that.Of course, that’s not to say that I don’t like to have my own fun.In my special ways, that is.But now I’ve got the chance to show up at the doorstep of someone that’s haunted me for longer than I care to admit.What’s one more road trip to the pits of hell to see this through to the end.Am I right?