2013/12/27
2011/11/07
2009/08/06
2009/05/09
Recently Released Novel

Bayou Magic has been released. A romance novel set in the Bayou and parts of Texas. Baylee Mitchell helps a Choctaw Indian get out of trouble when he is arrested for poaching and assault on a park ranger. Dane Winslow likes working closely with Baylee Mitchell. He is a Texas DA that is helping his father with his cases while his father recuperates from a heart attack. Baylee has a bad history with the legal system and she isn't happy about working closely with Dane to help her friend. See what the magic of the Bayou does to bring them together.
Find Bayou Magic at Awe-Struck Publishing. Click on the link to Awe-Struck.
2009/04/17
Children's Picture Books by Marilee Crow
NEW RELEASE 4-09
2008/10/15
New Book Released

Tina misses her grandmother and when she loses the necklace that her grandmother had given her, she can't get her off her mind. If only she could send her a letter. But does Heaven get mail?
Find out how Tina sends her letter to Heaven and see if she gets a response.
Visit "Blazing Trailers" for a video promotion of this book.
2008/06/29
The Commute
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way
as asphalt hearts pump never ending flaws.
So many hours lost from day to day.
We sit in lines at traffic lights and pray,
that rubber tires roll without a pause.
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way.
Like winding streams of ants we swerve and sway,
impatient drivers dare to break the laws.
So many hours lost from day to day.
A clot of twisted metal brings delay,
slick roads from rain the night before the cause.
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way.
Behind glass windows weary eyes display,
the stress and strain from firmly gripping claws.
So many hours lost from day to day.
But Fridays sometimes bring relief they say,
a little less tightening of the jaws.
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way.
So many hours lost from day to day.
as asphalt hearts pump never ending flaws.
So many hours lost from day to day.
We sit in lines at traffic lights and pray,
that rubber tires roll without a pause.
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way.
Like winding streams of ants we swerve and sway,
impatient drivers dare to break the laws.
So many hours lost from day to day.
A clot of twisted metal brings delay,
slick roads from rain the night before the cause.
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way.
Behind glass windows weary eyes display,
the stress and strain from firmly gripping claws.
So many hours lost from day to day.
But Fridays sometimes bring relief they say,
a little less tightening of the jaws.
Through crowded concrete veins we make our way.
So many hours lost from day to day.
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