The Angie Chronicles:

About the Book

When Angie awoke she found herself in a beautifully decorated room without any recollection how she got there. What made matters worse was the fact the she could not remember anything, anything at all. Dr. Abraham Jacobs informed her that he was hired by Benjamin Manning, the third wealthiest man in the country, to help her with regaining her memory. Angie could not recall her name, where she was from, if she was married, and if she had children. She had no recollection how she got to the US and how she appeared in the Hamptons, Long Island, New York. As days and weeks passed, Angie’s memories slowly began to return, but what she learns leaves her confused, concerned, and heartbroken about what happened. Dr. Jacobs’s friend BJ was all too willing to assist her, but in the process he fell deeply in love with Angie, who could not shake the devastation she felt about learning of her past. With her children returned to Hungary and not knowing their whereabouts, BJ’s suggestion how to get her children back put Angie to the test. Just how much was she willing to sacrifice to get custody of her family? After an almost fatal attack on her life by someone from her past, Angie becomes ever so determined to regain her self-confidence and put her troubled past behind her. The question is just how long BJ, a wealthy man by his own right and who was voted as the most eligible bachelor in America, is willing to wait for Angie while she learned to trust again. One more time, Angie must make the right decision, or pay with her life.

About the Author

I came into this troubled world during the early morning hours of June 17, 1950, in the city of Budapest, Hungary. I was the first and last child of my forty-one-year-old mother and my father, who was forty-five years old at the time of my birth. As I did not know any better, I could not possibly understand that we were living in poverty as I was growing up with loving parents and there was always a bite to eat. My childhood was poor and saddened with tragedies. As a six-year-old child, I witnessed the bloody 1956 revolution and received the first taste of true prejudice by those of whom I thought liked us, yet turned against my family. That tragedy did not match the untimely death of my beloved father when I was not yet seven years old on February 14, 1957. My mother remarried in 1959 and our financial situation was upgraded from poverty to poor. After finishing elementary school I made a decision to earn money as soon as possible to ease our financial situation and I enrolled in a two year business college (high school diploma was not required), I began working as a sixteen-year-old certified secretary/bookkeeper. During the same period I began my high-school education, which I completed while working full time and attending night school. I discovered my love for writing when I was eleven years old after a movie that my childhood friend and I saw in the movie theater. We were not pleased with the ending and Steven suggested that I should write a different ending that we both liked. Voila, a writer was born. With my family’s encouragement, I entered a writing contest given by a youth oriented magazine and to my genuine surprise, I won second price. My desire to live in a free country and to improve my life was so great, that in 1972, leaving everything, including my aging parents behind, I managed to escape from Hungary during a tour to Austria, (then) Yugoslavia and Italy. I spent almost ten long months in a rat infested refugee camp, located Capua, Italy, while I waited for official permission to immigrate to the country of my dreams, to the USA. In 1975 I met and married a wonderful man, my husband, Guy. Thanks to his everlasting patience, he assisted me in my task of learning the English language. He is truly my partner for life and I remain forever grateful to him for standing by me in some tough times. It is difficult for me to describe my love for writing. I cannot think of a bigger emotional joy for an author than to see a published novel in somebody’s hand and to see a story come alive on the screen. I yearn to experience that joy.