rh – Erin Bedford

New Release!

October 7, 2022Erin

If you didn’t see yet, Courting Her Monsters is now out!! And because I have step throat I’m late on telling everyone 😅 This one was a bit closer to home for me to write. I was learning ASL to cope with the fact that my dad is getting older and losing his hearing and I could see how he struggled with it each day and it made me want to express it in some fashion so in come Courting Her Monsters. Our main female character is deaf and since I myself an a hearing person it was more of a challenge for me to write. I did take some… Read More

Chapter 3

December 20, 2019December 20, 2019Erin

Aunt Christine had to go back to work and couldn’t hold my hand anymore. Not that I needed hand holding. But it was still nice to have someone there in the empty house. She lived in St. Louis, all the way up in Missouri. It was nice, but I liked my little town of Hugo, Oklahoma. The summers were blistering, but the winters were mild. I didn’t know what I would do if I had to deal with cold weather six months out of the year. Especially not at a new job that required me to walk around outside in the middle of the night. Thankfully, I only needed a… Read More

Chapter 2

December 9, 2019December 9, 2019Erin

Opening the fridge, I scanned over the leftovers from the wake. My Auntie Christine hadn’t been kidding about casseroles. I had tuna casserole, potato casserole, and even green bean casserole. I had noodle casserole up the ass. The plus side was I didn’t have to worry about finding something to eat. The negative was that all that casserole was going to my hips. It’d been a week since the funeral. Since my world was turned upside down. It hadn’t gotten any easier. There were nights I cried myself to sleep. Other nights, I stayed up just to look at his things. I wrapped myself in his shirts, inhaling his scent.… Read More

Chapter 1

November 29, 2019November 29, 2019Erin

The day I buried my dad, my best friend and confidant, was a miserable day indeed. Not that you could tell by the clear, sunny sky above us as the priest intoned my father’s last rites.