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Patti Lee
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Thinker. Writer. Storyteller. Author.
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About Patti Lee

Patti Lee began writing in 2019, bringing contemporary women's fiction stories to life by tapping into the hopes and sometimes fears of readers. Her debut novel, Between February and November, won the International Firebird Book Award in fiction in 2022 and was a 2023 Eric Hoffer Award category finalist. An award-winning essay writer, her creative non-fiction has been included in Crone Rising by Jazz House Publications, and her short story, The Ward House, was included in the Of Cottages and Cauldrons autumn anthology, also by Jazz House Publications.

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When she's not working her administration job for a small non-profit, she’s either writing or playing with her grandkids. Or thinking about writing or playing with her grandkids. She is a huge fan of singer-songwriter Josh Ritter as well as the alt/folk duo Parsonsfield but has also been known to play the soundtrack to Hamilton on repeat. She currently resides with her husband in Vermont, where she has more cats than throw pillows.

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You can find her on Facebook and she also be found using @pattiauthor on Instagram and  Twitter, where she's a regular member of the #5amwritersclub.

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Between February and November

Between February and November delves into the messy uncertainty of a long-term marriage and how the relationship is perceived by each spouse.

 

Layla Ranker did not expect to spot Alan, her husband of 20 years, holding hands with another woman that February afternoon. Nor did she think she'd follow them to a hotel.

 

Reeling and devastated, she re-assesses her life and wonders if Alan regrets marrying her shortly after they graduated high school. 

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Alan has his own struggles, one of which is how distant Layla has become.

 

Old wounds are opened when Layla confronts Alan about the other woman.

 

​​Can they get past the past and rekindle what they once had?

 

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