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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, “New Priorities: Emmy’s Story, Part 16,”

Kenny must make a choice affecting Emmy’s life.

Warren looked at Kenny, who had his eyes closed.

“My son, Eric, was the first on the scene. He said she was alive.”

Kenny opened his eyes and nodded.

“Do you know what happened?” Rory asked.

Sanders explained, “Her car was hit as she entered an intersection.

The other driver ran a red light.”

Kenny groaned, let his head fall back against the headrest

but then turned and stared out the window.

Dr. Peter Bausch returned with another doctor.

“Who are you and what do you know?” Diane demanded.

“This is Dr. Powlus. He is the chief neurologist,” Dr. Bausch answered.

“What can you tell us?” Kenny asked.

Dr. Powlus spoke using medical terms and then added,

“I believe the best thing for your wife would be to place

her in a coma to allow the swelling to subside.”

“How long will she be in a coma?” Diane asked.

“That depends on how soon the swelling is reduced. It varies, but you can

expect her to be in the coma for several days at least.”

“If that’s the best for Emmy, I will agree to what you said,” Kenny replied.

“But I want to see her before you do that.”

“I will agree to that, but be prepared for how she looks,” Dr. Powlus said.

Dr. Bausch led Kenny to the room.

You can talk to her for as long as you need.”

About

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.

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