New release from my alter ego – Pirates! History! Romance! Adventure!
It’s up and ready for preorder. The release day is February 6, 2018. The paperback will hopefully be up before that. It’s in process now. I love this story. It’s a tale of pirates and adventure. It’s also a honking big book- just short of 90,000 words (!)-
I was inspired by the Starz program Black Sails, to write this story. It’s nothing like that series but that was certainly where the seeds of my tale were planted in my noggin. BUY LINK
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My new release Cowboy Boots on the Ground was inspired by a song. It’s by Olivia Newton John and I even named the main character Olivia. She owns Ollie’s Bar and is in hiding from her stepfather who wants to kill her. She bought a country bar in Texas as no one would think to look for her there.
Her fiance broke up with her before she was in danger and they had a special song that reminds her of him. In the opening scene, she’s talking about the song she hates that everyone always plays on the jukebox. Ending up in tears, she has to leave the main part of the bar to hide in her office.
Can you guess the song? If not, here is a link.
The preorder at Amazon is up now. Romantic suspense starting in Texas and heading to the Big Apple! Get your copy today!
Here’s an excerpt for my December 23, 2017 romantic suspense release:
Excerpt:He wanted to help, and he probably could—if shecould trust him…Olivia picked her chair up and sat. Sipping hercoffee, she watched him a few seconds. “Okay then.Talk,” she finally said.“I was military intelligence for a number of years, soif it’s something where you need help in that direction,I’m your man. If you need someone with weapons skills,I’m your guy there, too.”“Why would you think I need that type of help?”“Since you got so offended when I made thecomment about your mother’s illness, my training tellsme there’s something else going on here than a mere fearby a daughter of being held back by her mother’s issues.Why don’t you tell me what is going on and let me see ifthere’s any way for me to assist you.”“Answer one question first.”“What’s that?”“Why? Why are you so gung-ho to help me? We’venever really hit it off and, all of a sudden, you’re beingkind and want to act like the Boy Scout who helps the oldlady across the street.”The phone started ringing again. They let it play out.Rocky picked up where they left off. “I want to help youbecause I’m a nice guy, no matter what you might think,and I see you need it. There’s a mob outside your doorwho would eat you alive if given half a chance. Youcould call Sharon to assist you but I’m quite sure my
skill-set is a bit better at handling those people out therethan hers.”“You’re probably right, but can you blame me fordoubting your motives?”He shook his head. This was getting ridiculous.“You’re right. I’m done. Have a nice life.” Rocky rosefrom his seat, shoved the chair under the table, and turnedtoward the back door.In the moment his hand touched the knob, she said,“Okay. Okay. Sorry. I do need help. Please come and sit.I’ll tell you everything.”
I have a new romantic suspense novel coming Dec 23 from Black Opal Books. Here’s the cover and blurb. Stick around for an excerpt later in the week.
BLURB:New York heiress Olivia Jacobs flees from her stepfatherwho’s trying to kill her in order to obtain her trust funds.Eventually landing in Texas where she buys a country barshe names Ollie’s, Olivia believes herself safe. Then onenight in the bar, some thugs decide to rob the place.Ollivia pulls out her Stillson wrench and ends their plans.Unfortunately, the event goes viral and the mediasurrounds her home the next day. Her cover is blown andher face is all over the tabloids. Now she must run again.Rocky, a rancher living in the same town, offers to helpher escape. Not quite trusting him, or the attraction shefeel for him, she’s reluctant—that is, until her stepfather’sminions show up and she realizes she’s out of options.Now both she and Rocky are on the run from one of themost powerful men in New York, and things are about toget ugly…
Here’s a bit of flash fiction for the season. It’s called Dasher and Dancer:
Dasher and Dancer
“Dude, hurry up. Time’s a’wastin’,” Rudy said.
Slamming the locker door, the other man tossed his used towel into the hamper. “I’m ready.”
“It’s about time, Dasher. We’re going to be late.”
“Why do you insist on calling me Dasher?”
“You’re the only guy I know who can run the fifty yard dash that fast. The name fits.” Rudy clapped him on the back. “I want you to meet that girl I told you about. She’s just your type. All doe-eyed and brown hair.”
“Then let’s get to that vixen’s party.”
“You don’t like me calling you Dasher but you always call my girlfriend Vixen.”
“Like you said, it fits.” The man referred to as Dasher led the way out of the gym and to the parking lot.
Soon, they arrived at the party. The house was decorated with enough lights to illuminate a small Middle Eastern village.
“I’d hate to be the one to pay your gal’s January power bill.” Dasher rang the doorbell.
“Yeah. I’m glad it’s her nickel and not mine.”
Once they were inside, Dasher glanced around at the crowd. Spying a gorgeous girl near the punch bowl, he turned to Rudy. “Who’s that chick over there with the brown hair rocking around the Christmas tree?”
“We call her Dancer since she’s always boogieing. She’s the one I wanted you to meet.”
“Then lead on.” Dasher followed Rudy across the room to the table laden with cookies, fudge and other sweets. There was one plate of vegetables arranged in the shape of a wreath with lettuce in a circle with tiny tomatoes and kale arranged as holly and another with broccoli, carrots and cauliflower shaped like a Christmas tree.
Glad to see at least one or two healthy foods since he had to keep in running shape, Dasher decided to ignore the snacks for the moment and concentrate on the girl. She really was pretty.
Rudy tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned to face them, Dasher sucked in a breath. Up close, she was absolutely stunning. And doe-eyed for sure. He held out his hand as Rudy introduced them.
When she clasped his, hers was so cool and smooth it was all he could do not to put it to his lips and kiss it as if he were from another age or another country.
“Since you’re called Dancer, would you like to dance with me?” Dasher asked.
“I’d love to.”
He was glad the band played a slow song next. That way, he didn’t have to let go of her hand.
Leading her to the area cleared for dancing, Dasher spun Dancer around the room and stared into those beautiful eyes.
As the song, Silver Bells, continued, Dancer hummed along. They moved in unison. Dasher realized she was the perfect Christmas gift for him.
He liked to dash, she liked to dance and they fit together perfectly. Both clearly loved Christmas music. They were meant to be.
THE END… OR…THE BEGINNING…
I submitted my novel called Overkill to one of my publishers on October 2. I hope they like it! Here’s the blurb:
No one liked Drusilla Isaacs. She spent a lifetime alienating people as if making the most enemies was a personal goal. Now she’s dead. Shot, stabbed and her neck broken and that’s what the coroner can tell from a first look.
It’s up to Maggie Blaine—former friend and one-time victim of the odious Drusilla—and Maggie’s partner, Jacob Brown, to figure out who, out of a seemingly endless list of suspects, would carry out such heinous acts.
Their choices are varied. From Drusilla’s husbands—the former and the current—to the women in her life—her secretary, the mother of her husband’s son, or the new wife of her ex-husband. There’s also another option. A serial killer who randomly appears to insert himself into the mix.
A tale of murder, gems, drugs, illicit sex and a cast of villains who all have one thing in common. Their hatred of Drusilla Isaacs.
A little Halloween flash fiction.
This week’s word for the group of writers who join together to write to a word prompt each week is chain. From the moment I saw that was the word of the week, I had daisy chains in my head. We made these when I was a kid growing up in Virginia. And as it is October when my favorite holiday falls, I decided I’d write a piece of flash fiction. I tried to keep it under 500 words but I went a smidge over. Hope you enjoy.
Be sure to check out the other tales here.
Lady Meredith sat on the grass with a pile of freshly picked daisies on her right side. Her skirt covered her knees but she knew she’d be in trouble with her mother as soon as she got home. Sitting on the ground in a white skirt was frowned upon…
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I love to support Toys for Tots. Every year, my kids and I would go and shop for children less fortunate than them. My youngest is working here in our hometown and we still donate every year. I was pleased to hear that one of my publishers was putting together a horror/fantasy anthology to benefit this charity and I wanted to participate.
My husband inadvertently gave me the idea for a story when he accidentally poked his eye on a bamboo plant putting it in the floorboard of the car. When he went to the eye doctor, she said the plant had scratched his cornea and gave him a fungus.
Well, it was off to the races with my imagination. What if someone got a fungus in his eye and it grew and grew into a mushroom crawling out on his face??? And what if someone decided to try to rescue him and was given seemingly impossible tasks to do so? And what if all we’d ever believed about magical creatures was turned upside down?
It was a super fun story to write and I can’t wait for it to be out in the world.
To hold you over until Sept, here’s a fungus/mushroom growing on an oak tree in my yard. Almost like it was hanging out to be part of the story, right? 🙂