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These are the latest books I have released.

The “Emmy’s Story” series begins when Emmy is

four-years-old and quickly progresses to focus

on her teen years and beyond.

In this book, “Gideon’s Tree: Emmy’s Story, Part 15,”

Emmy’s comfortable life is changed by an online article.

“What are you looking at? Have you been crying?” Kenny asked.

“I was reading this article about a baby who passed away last year.

He only lived for forty-three days.”

Kenny scooted around the couch. “What happened to him?”

“His heart didn’t work right,” Emmy said.

“What was his name? Does it say where he lived?”

“He lived in Florida. His name was Gideon.

His parents would sit on a bench under an

oak tree every morning to pray for him.”

She stresses over the girls getting older, Heather’s interest in a local boy

and is stunned by a friend’s health crisis.

Emmy slipped on the wet parking lot as she ran to her car.

She thought about Kenny. I’ll call him when I get to St. Bart’s.

There’s no need to tell him about Gideon until I know more.

She turned onto Canton Lane and headed to the hospital.

She made it through several green lights,

but then caught a red one at Townsend Avenue.

Emmy pounded the steering wheel and muttered,

“Come on change. How long can you stay red.”

The light changed.

Emmy let out the clutch and floored the accelerator.

The front tires struggled to gain traction on the damp pavement.

“Come on!” Emmy yelled.

A split-second later the car was filled with flying glass and the

screeching sound of metal grinding against metal.

The driver behind Emmy slammed on his brakes,

slid sideways, came to a stop and swore.

“Holy Jesus!” his wife shouted as she was thrown forward.

“You better call 9-1-1.”

“About time you called me. I miss you. What’s up?” Liz asked.

“You know I’ve been helping out at SoHam First, right?”


“Well, they don’t want me back. I don’t fit in with their style of worship,”

Emmy said with some bitterness.

“I thought you were only filing in over there. This is your real home.

You belong here, Em. We need you.”

“Ha! Riordan doesn’t need me. He says he has lots of singers.”

“Emmy, everyone can sing. It’s just a matter of making a noise.

But you have a special gift. You have a beautiful voice,

and you know how to help people worship. We are missing that right now.”

“What do you mean? Riordan and Sadie know how to worship.”

“Yes, they are very talented, but I’ve noticed the church

doesn’t have the same spark without you there.

The band and singers can do a perfect job,

but if the spirit isn’t there, it doesn’t work.

We need you. Please come back, Em!” Liz waited for an answer.

“Em, are you crying?”

Emmy nodded.

“We would be all right if you never made another dime from the band,” Emmy said.

“We could cut back on expenses.”

“I could get a job teaching music.”

“I could get my education degree and teach school.”

Kenny laughed. “Who are we kidding, Em.

My dream has always been to be a rock star.”

“I know,” Emmy’s eyes sparkled.

“And if you keep working at it, one of these days it might come true, m’lord.”

The “Emmy’s Story” series begins when Emmy is

four-years-old and quickly progresses to focus

on her teen years and beyond.

In this book, “A Lifelong Dream: Emmy’s Story, Part 14,”

Emmy records a new CD, writes another book,

tours with her band and deals with feeling unwanted

by the new worship team leaders.

Kenny faces a decision about the future of his band.

Available now!

Matt picked Annie up and carried her into the house.

He filled the tub with water and she added the bubble bath.

Annie kissed Matt and whispered, “Do you promise to wait

until I am in the tub before you come back in?”

I’ll wait outside. Call me when I can come back in.”

She slipped into the tub and hollered, “You can come back in now!”

Matt came back in and sat on the toilet.

Aren’t you going to move closer? I want you to wash my back.”

Okay, are you nervous about letting me see you?”

A little,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to be. You are so pretty.”

When she was ready to get out of the tub, Matt held her towel for her.

After she was dry, Matt hugged her. “You smell so good.”

I’m glad you like it,” she said then giggled.

It’s the same bubble bath I used as a child.”

Is that why you smell like a strawberry?”

Don’t take too long! I’ll be in bed waiting for you.”

Matt turned on the shower and undressed.

That was quick,” Annie said a couple of minutes later.

I barely got wet in the shower,” he said letting his towel fall to the floor.

Annie! What’s wrong?”

Go away, Matthew Sullivan. I never want to see you again, ever!”

Matt looked at Mace, then at Erin.

I’ll talk to her, Matt,” Erin offered. “I know she doesn’t mean it.”

Erin tried the door, but it was locked. “Annie, it’s me. Can I come in?”

No! I don’t want to see or talk to anyone. Make the guys go away.”

The “Annie Mercer O’Dell” series begins when Annie is a junior

in high school in the midwestern city of South Hampshire

and continues to her college years. The third book,

Smoky Mountain Summer,” follows Annie

through the summer after her first year of college.


Kenneth Lee McGee is the pen name of Ken McGee. Ken was born in a small town in Southern Illinois in 1952. Both parents taught in the local schools. The family moved to the suburbs of Chicago in the early sixties. McGee enjoyed writing at an early age, but the talent remained dormant and undeveloped for over forty years. He married his high school sweetheart in 1973, worked for a grocery retailer for over thirty years and then retired. He enjoyed sports as a youth and that continued into adulthood. He played basketball in various leagues until he realized he couldn’t compete with the younger players. He found the sport of cycling, joined a local bike club and even joined a racing team. Along the way he and his wife raised a son and daughter.

A few years later, he found his true role. He became a grandfather. Now that he had the time, he resumed writing. He wrote short stories about lost lonely lions, kitty cats who could speak, and puppies who didn’t know their own strength for his granddaughter. Over the years more grandchildren were born. McGee decided to write a story about two kids growing up in the fictional city of South Hampshire. The book turned into the Emmy’s Story series and even the spin-off Annie Mercer O’Dell books. He continues to write under the name Kenneth Lee McGee and credits WriteOn Joliet for teaching him the skills to become a better author. McGee and his wife of forty-five years live in the Plainfield, Illinois, area, are active in their local church and spend many hours indulging their grandchildren.


Not that choir… THE CHOIR

Not that choir… THE CHOIR

I just returned home from an evening of choir music. I’m not talking about the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, but something much better. The Choir is a band based in Nashville, Tennessee. For those of you ...
The History of the Greater Delaware Procrastination Society

The History of the Greater Delaware Procrastination Society

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Behold The Terrors Within

Behold The Terrors Within

  Fortunately, I was able to retire at an early age while my wife still worked. Being the kind, considerate husband, I decided to take on some of the household chores. I could turn on a vacuum ...
Why Can’t Car Keys and Electrical Outlets Be Friends?

Why Can’t Car Keys and Electrical Outlets Be Friends?

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Yesterday I sat on a bee, and it didn’t sting me.

Yesterday I sat on a bee, and it didn’t sting me.

I wrote this after my mother passed away, and my son read it at her memorial service. I am posting this as my first blog on the new website. Yesterday, shortly before six in the evening, I sat in a ...