The stories in Breaking and Entering explore what happens when the barriers or bonds between people break down due to
a chance encounter, a long forgotten choice, or a simple mistake.
The title story is about a man who must confront an odd pair of burglars who break into his house moments after he has killed his wife. There is magic and tragedy in every ordinary life, sometimes just around the corner.

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Laura Semonche Jones is a freelance writer and editor. A former lawyer, she has discovered there is more justice in fiction. She lives with her husband, two adored pit bull mixes and two tolerant cats in Charlottesville. She is working on her first novel, Picking Up Mercury, a character driven mystery about a journalist and former Olympic swimmer who has uncovered a modern day Tuskegee experiment in the bucolic farms around Washington D.C. Learn more about the author at her website:

The cover art is by Nicole Gagner.

Enjoy a reading from the first story......

The first lines of each of the stories are below:

By four o’clock in the afternoon the daylight was backing out of the room like a beaten dog.

“Sidney! There you are! I was frantic I wouldn’t find you in this crowd.”

The morning at the store was terrible, and it sent Dave’s hopeful mood spiraling back down to its usual spot in the basement of his soul.

Tucker stopped suddenly and threw himself body and soul into sniffing the mulch around the base of the neighbor’s camellia bush.

If I were taller, it might have worked.

"Your Dad’s been dead a year now. You don’t think your mother knows?"

As he had every day for the last five, Henry Middleton watched her walk down the school steps and across the parking lot to her car, an old, banana yellow Toyota Celica.

“What are you doing?” Kate would never have heard the question if she hadn’t turned off her hedge trimmer for a few seconds to evaluate her work.

“That was a super fun race,” Allison said to Jim as they pedaled side by side up the hill leading out of the park.

“Babe, really? You set the alarm? We’re not working lunch today, remember?”

In the fertile backseat of Emily’s car, Dan’s vague doubt planted itself and blossomed into a visceral fear.



The author is honored to have been selected as a participant in the 2012 Virginia Festival of the Book.

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