Paula Judith Johnson
Steamy Romance Author
Miscellaneous Writings
Miscellaneous Writings
We Were Wrong
“We were wrong about each other. From the very beginning, we were wrong.” The scent of male musk on his skin felt very right. “I thought you hid a ghastly secret. And you thought I was only interested in your money. But we were both wrong. I have no secrets, ghastly or otherwise. And you...
Gunfire!
It sounded like gunfire. I’d heard enough gunfire in my life to know what it sounded like. After checking to make sure my RV door was locked, I waited and listened, afraid to look out the window to find out how close the gunman was. I’d arrived at the Laughlin, Nevada casino RV park earlier....
It Felt Like Rain
It felt like rain. I could feel it in my bones. The dry spell was ending. It felt good knowing the earth would drink the divine water and renew. I, too, would drink the divine water. My heated skin begged for the refreshing water to soothe and renew. Water, enough in which to bathe …
It Tasted Like Christmas!
It tasted like Christmas. Mmm… Until I made chestnut soup, I didn’t know food could taste like a holiday. Oh, I associate some foods with particular holidays, such as chocolate on Valentine’s Day and hot dogs on the Fourth of July, but this was different. I’m not sure why I decided to make the soup...
NO!
The two-year-old learned a new word. No. She used it incessantly. No...
The Night Sky
Many night skies are beautiful. And many, a vast expanse of inky blackness—a void...
Attention Solo RVers—Especially Women
Deciding to become a full-time solo RVer is not for the faint of heart—especially if you are a woman. I speak as a full-time solo RV...
The Cork
The Cork, long forgotten and wedged beneath a thin, brittle twig, broke free as small rivulets lifted the offending burden...
An Unseen Bee
The velvety breeze warmly caressed the grand old oaks…
Guacamole!
I remember the last time…
The Cotton Gin
I remember exactly the fragrance of the cotton gin where my father worked...
Pine Forest River
The clear, ice cold stream rippled over the gray and brown
stones…
It’s Not Bull—It’s Buffalo!
Custer State Park—South Dakota My 2-year old Golden Retriever, Maizie, and I took a leisurely drive, never expecting to get caught in the middle of a herd of buffalo as they crossed the road. It felt exciting, and a little scary. The herd was larger than any I’d seen in other states. Closer, too...
The Cabin
The first thing I saw after forcing open the crude, wooden door of the abandoned-looking cabin was a peculiar bed. The frame was constructed from rough two-by-four lumber. No rope lacing or metal springs supported the mattress. There was no mattress. Old carpet—cut to fit—wrapped ...
A Mountain Stream
Not all mountain streams race in a cascade of rushing water down a boulder strewn crevasse, diving over abrupt embankments in white water veils worthy of any bride. Some twist and turn leisurely like sun baked snakes slithering through high, flat plateaus, meandering toward the cool shade of willows....
Sea Lions
Standing on the banks of the Columbia River is invigorating on this early spring day with the sky a soft, gentle blue. A chilling breeze flows down from the gorge causing small whitecaps to shiver across the water as the waxing tide runs swiftly out to sea. Fifty feet from shore two large sea lions ...
A Sound to Remember
As I picked blackberries, a low humming was the only sound in the quiet woods on this warm, late summer afternoon. The house-high brambles, growing in a scalloped pattern, extended prickly arms on either side, as if to embrace me. I felt securely alone in the world but knew the man in my life was ...
I Hate Moving
I hate moving. Especially to an unfamiliar city. Such as the time in 1972 when, at the age of 19, I moved into a large apartment complex in Fullerton, California. It is Sunday night—late. Exhausted, I feel ready to sleep for 18 hours but my new job starts bright and early tomorrow. That’s when I ...
A Snowy Christmas
Snow swirled outside the bare window of the small log cabin, the fat flakes whipped by a wind both cold and cruel. Noelle mourned the circumstances that had sent her husband on a reckless trek into the unforgiving elements but the need had been great. Trembling, she nestled the last knot of wood into the...
The Bet
“Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.” His companion tapped the deck of cards that sat on the table between them. “If you really want to gamble, why not make it interesting? One card decides. Jack or better and you win the bet.” “What are the odds?” “Not as good as your heads
or ...
We Were Wrong
“We were wrong about each other. From the very beginning, we were wrong.” The scent of male musk on his skin felt very right. “I thought you hid a ghastly secret. And you thought I was only interested in your money. But we were both wrong. I have no secrets, ghastly or otherwise. And you...
Gunfire!
It sounded like gunfire. I’d heard enough gunfire in my life to know what it sounded like. After checking to make sure my RV door was locked, I waited and listened, afraid to look out the window to find out how close the gunman was. I’d arrived at the Laughlin, Nevada casino RV park earlier....
It Felt Like Rain
It felt like rain. I could feel it in my bones. The dry spell was ending. It felt good knowing the earth would drink the divine water and renew. I, too, would drink the divine water. My heated skin begged for the refreshing water to soothe and renew. Water, enough in which to bathe …
It Tasted Like Christmas!
It tasted like Christmas. Mmm… Until I made chestnut soup, I didn’t know food could taste like a holiday. Oh, I associate some foods with particular holidays, such as chocolate on Valentine’s Day and hot dogs on the Fourth of July, but this was different. I’m not sure why I decided to make the soup...
NO!
The two-year-old learned a new word. No. She used it incessantly. No...
The Night Sky
Many night skies are beautiful. And many, a vast expanse of inky blackness—a void...
Attention Solo RVers—Especially Women
Deciding to become a full-time solo RVer is not for the faint of heart—especially if you are a woman. I speak as a full-time solo RV...
The Cork
The Cork, long forgotten and wedged beneath a thin, brittle twig, broke free as small rivulets lifted the offending burden...
An Unseen Bee
The velvety breeze warmly caressed the grand old oaks…
Guacamole!
I remember the last time…
The Cotton Gin
I remember exactly the fragrance of the cotton gin where my father worked...
Pine Forest River
The clear, ice cold stream rippled over the gray and brown
stones…
It’s Not Bull—It’s Buffalo!
Custer State Park—South Dakota My 2-year old Golden Retriever, Maizie, and I took a leisurely drive, never expecting to get caught in the middle of a herd of buffalo as they crossed the road. It felt exciting, and a little scary. The herd was larger than any I’d seen in other states. Closer, too...
The Cabin
The first thing I saw after forcing open the crude, wooden door of the abandoned-looking cabin was a peculiar bed. The frame was constructed from rough two-by-four lumber. No rope lacing or metal springs supported the mattress. There was no mattress. Old carpet—cut to fit—wrapped ...
A Mountain Stream
Not all mountain streams race in a cascade of rushing water down a boulder strewn crevasse, diving over abrupt embankments in white water veils worthy of any bride. Some twist and turn leisurely like sun baked snakes slithering through high, flat plateaus, meandering toward the cool shade of willows....
Sea Lions
Standing on the banks of the Columbia River is invigorating on this early spring day with the sky a soft, gentle blue. A chilling breeze flows down from the gorge causing small whitecaps to shiver across the water as the waxing tide runs swiftly out to sea. Fifty feet from shore two large sea lions ...
A Sound to Remember
As I picked blackberries, a low humming was the only sound in the quiet woods on this warm, late summer afternoon. The house-high brambles, growing in a scalloped pattern, extended prickly arms on either side, as if to embrace me. I felt securely alone in the world but knew the man in my life was ...
I Hate Moving
I hate moving. Especially to an unfamiliar city. Such as the time in 1972 when, at the age of 19, I moved into a large apartment complex in Fullerton, California. It is Sunday night—late. Exhausted, I feel ready to sleep for 18 hours but my new job starts bright and early tomorrow. That’s when I ...
A Snowy Christmas
Snow swirled outside the bare window of the small log cabin, the fat flakes whipped by a wind both cold and cruel. Noelle mourned the circumstances that had sent her husband on a reckless trek into the unforgiving elements but the need had been great. Trembling, she nestled the last knot of wood into the...
The Bet
“Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.” His companion tapped the deck of cards that sat on the table between them. “If you really want to gamble, why not make it interesting? One card decides. Jack or better and you win the bet.” “What are the odds?” “Not as good as your heads or ...
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