Excerpt: Til Death Do Us Part

I became a bonafide published author with the release of Til Death Do Us Part through Bannerwing Books. It’s a short, fun read that has received a lot of praise.

When Ian buys Elizabeth a Tiffany’s engagement ring, he unwittingly sets off a series of deadly events as the ring goes full circle — passing through the hands of a hopeful co-worker, a young delivery boy, a beloved daughter and her father, a drug addicted twin brother, a drug dealer, and a pawn shop — to be reunited with its intended.

“Each vignette is carefully crafted and woven – just a snippet in the life of the person holding the ring. Each fits together well into a rather tragic string of bad luck. The detail to each scene is clear enough to picture it happening without weighing down the scene. I also loved how Ayers brings the story full circle. For a horror story, the ending is a good change. Finally, I enjoyed how Ayers worked to let the reader get to know the characters through the scene rather than a laundry list description or a drawn out demonstration of traits.”-Amazon Customer Review









“A wonderful creepy story of love!”-Amazon customer Emma T. Gitani

“From the first page I was hooked. Her characters become real and the imagery is excellent, I was caught up in the storyline and had to keep reading.”- Amazon customer Library Guy


His eyes took on a dreamy haze as he began thinking about how he would propose. He’d wanted to do it for a long time now, but never had enough money to buy a suitable ring. Sasha was a good, patient girl. The ring dropping at his feet at precisely that moment was a gift.

A dishtowel hitting his face brought him back to earth.

“Vinnie!” his grandfather said, the dry sound of his laughter filling the air. “I’ve only been calling your name for the past minute. Take this to Mrs. Amero over on 6th Street.” He held a small bag in his hand. Vinnie took the bag from him and started out the door. “Such a dreamer that boy is!” He chuckled again. Vinnie smiled at him as he left.


Vinnie was glad that 6th Street was just around the corner. He’d forgotten his hat in his daydreaming and the icy wind swirled around his head as he rode. Mrs. Amero would be disappointed. For as long as he could remember, she had always knitted hats for the Calzavara family. To his family, her hats were as sacred as the pope was. She would entertain him for a good 30 minutes at least, and he would probably end up with a new hat. It was her way. He loved being at her place during the holidays anyway. She had the best collection of Old World decorations he had ever seen.

He looked up as he locked his bike to a sign near the steps that led into her apartment building. A smile lit up his face as he saw the flickering rainbow of lights in her window. He could smell the fresh fruitcake and zucchini bread she usually baked drifting from the entranceway. He grabbed the bag, ran up the stairs, and knocked on her door.

“Vincente!” She exclaimed before placing a hand on either side of his face and planting kisses on both cheeks. She stepped back and looked him over. “Why are you so thin?”

Vinnie laughed. She always asked him this. “Because I don’t get enough of your baking!” came his usual reply.

“And your hat?” She asked as she grabbed another from the coat rack and placed it on his head. This one was deep blue.

“Oh I ran out of the shop and forgot it, that’s all.”

She patted his face, pinched his cheeks, and smiled. “Well now you have two. Come, come. Sit.” She fretted over him as he sat down at the kitchen table. She placed a plate in front of him full of various baked goods, all small samples, and a tall glass of milk. “Taste! Taste! What you like tell me!”

Vinnie did not hesitate. This was customary too, especially at Christmas time. He lifted each bite to his mouth and savored it as she looked on happily. “Mrs. Amero, yum. I’m supposed to choose from these?” He shook his head. “Impossible.”

She clapped. “You are a good boy, Vinnie. Always know what to say. Take this back to your grandfather,” she said, holding out a loaf of bread with a couple of bills laid across the top “and tell him to fatten you up.”

The early dismissal was uncustomary. He looked at her hard and for the first time, he noticed the deep lines time had carved into her face. He noticed that she seemed a little more bent than normal.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Amero?”

“Tsk. Yes. I am as fine as an old woman can be. Now off with you, Vincente Calzavara.” She escorted him to the door. He stopped just short of the opening.

“Mrs. Amero, can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, boy, but quickly.”

He pulled the box out of his pocket again. Mrs. Amero gasped. She recognized the specialty blue. “I’m going to ask Sasha to marry me tonight. Do you think she’ll like it?” The ring was all sparkles in the soft Christmas lighting.

“Mavala!” she exclaimed in her native Italian. “If she doesn’t, she’s a fool, Vincente. Mama Mia, that’s quite the ring! Any woman would be pleased. It’s Tiffany’s! Sasha’s a good girl. She’s lucky to have you. Oh! My boy!” She shrieked in excitement. She planted kisses and pinched each cheek again before pushing him gently out the door.

Wondering what happens to Vinnie? You’ll have to pick up your own copy to find out!


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