Thursday, May 18, 2017

Letters From Inside

Letters From Inside, a romantic suspense with a chilling concept- the dangers that lurk around every corner. I'm thrilled to at last have the opportunity to share with you some of what I love best about the novel.  

The idea-

I love to be creeped out. Any unexpected noise sends me jumping off my seat, hands to mouth and eyes sqeezed shut.
                                   The dedication reads -
        This one is for me. Because it started with a simple evening drive.

And the squeal of your tires as you recklessly sped past.

              You nearly ran me off the road and

                          Your blurry gaze left me wondering…

                                  If you were coming back.

If you're curious how it all began: read about here-  

A great thing about being an author is typing along, making stuff up in your mind and -wham! Your character lets loose. Its like- OMG, I can’t believe I wrote that!

Here's a sample of the things that popped up when I least expected.

Jessie, the darling daughter that has foolishly been exchanging letters with a prison pen-pal.

“Guess what I ask him?” Her girlish giggles erupted and she dropped her voice barely above a whisper. “If they really make license plates,” she said and snorted with laughter. “Can you imagine? I get my permit next year. I could probably get a discount on my tags.”

The worst part...she signed her mom's name to the letters!! Yikes! No doubt Linda has her hands full.

Detective Tom Harrington tries to stop the parole.

 At the parole hearing Tom watched Jenkins practically bouncing in his seat, his eyes and face flushed with excitement, and wondered if any minute the guy would raise his hands and give a testimony.
"I got plans," Jenkins said, "once I'm released. My lady's got everything I ever wanted. A big house, and lots of land for farming. Lots of possibilities. I going to spend my days farming, fishing, and well, you know, it's been a long time. "

A peaceful evening at home is brought to a screeching hault....
The ringing telephone brought Linda back to reality. “Hello,” she answered. There was no response, just dead silence. “Who is this?” she said firmly. The only response she got was heavy breathing.

“Who was it, Mom?” Jessie asked. “Anyone for me?”
Linda’s cheeks flushed as she struggled to keep a lid on her feelings. “I don’t know because whoever it was didn’t want to talk, preferring to slobber into the phone instead.” She glared in Jessie’s direction. “On second thought, maybe it was for you.”

And then there's the sex-pervert Carl Jenkins and his high hopes for them. Branded since he was fifteen in the juvie with a time-dot, Carl's been sneaking into homes and windows for a long time.
As a boy....
When he first arrived tonight, it had been his intention to see her eyes beaming with pleasure at the gift he'd brought her. But now, before he left, he needed to see them shining with gratitude. Gratitude that he'd allowed her to live.

He’s crept in through the bedroom window and waited for the perfect opportunity to get better acquainted.

“I came bearing gifts, and I expect a few trinkets in return.” He leaned down and nuzzled Linda on the neck. “I’m game for whatever it takes. Even if it takes all night long.”
There was nothing gentle as he continued to kiss her, his breathing growing heavy...rapid. Strong arms imprisoned her like bands of steel. He finds their weakness, Tom had said.

Secondary characters are such fun. Meet Flo, a loveable waitress who made the mistake of loving the wrong man.
"Is everything all right?" she asked, lightly touching his shoulder. She kissed his cheek. Her harispray stung his eyes. "You're sweaty. Why don't you take off your hat while I get you a beer? I've got a surprise for you."
By the time he turned around, she'd aready hurried back to the stove, lifted the pan and shook it vigorously, sending the glazed shrimp around the rim without dropping a single one and then set the pan back on the burner. Despite her size, she flitted around the kitchen like a hubbing bird, swift and precise.
He pressed the hat's knit edges around his ears and slowly unrolled the stocking cap into place, pausing to adjust the material across his nose and eyes before finally covering the rest of his face.
"I've got a surprise for you, too."

Ooooh, he is such a bad dude!

I hope you'll check it out and let me know what  you think. And thank you so much for dropping by!

Wednesday, February 8, 2017


Words are powerful and have the ability to hurt, heal, and seal the deal into a promise of a lifetime.

I had never really thought about it when I was younger but I always knew I had the ability to weasel out of a situation by quick thinking and a silver tongue. Sure, it didn’t always work but not because I didn’t try. Seeing my mother standing in the doorway looking at her watch with the dark leather snake hanging at her side was encouragement enough to dig deeper and give it another go.

I later learned this is called lying, or stretching the truth. Fabricating. And soon after discovered ways to enhance my …um, silver tongue by using it to my advantage. 

I write fiction.

That's right. The stories I pen are false. Not real. They happen in my head. I dreamed it all up.

It’s funny how something we struggled with during infancy, drooling and gurgling until finally popping out a recognizable word, suddenly opens up a whole new audience.

Not only are Mom and Pop looking on gleefully, but they’re shoving you front and center into a whole set of on-lookers while you proudly babble off this remarkable talent. Seriously, I remember being the only one in Sunday school singled out to sing Jesus Loves Me. My brother sat in the pew making faces. Geesh...what an experience.

Um...but back to words and their marvelous magical substance they possess.
Upon entering school one of the best thing I remember is my introduction to Jane, Dick and Spot, bold printed simple words that opened up a whole other group of friends. Books. Page after page of words delivered in such a way I’m changed, transformed, no longer the same. Because of words.

The Bee Gees said it best, “It’s only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away.”

Thursday, December 8, 2016

"What's the matter? Doesn't he like Christmas?"

Hurry! Grab your free copy! Because giving never goes out of style!

It's Christmas Eve and street urchin Victoria and her little dog spend hours wandering the chilly streets selling ribbons and peering through the store glass windows at the grand gifts designed to fill boys and girls Christmas wishes everywhere. 
But Victoria has a wish of her own. A yearning for something she wants more than anything else in the world. And perhaps this year Father Christmas will find her and make all her dreams come true. 
When a withered old storekeeper and his gentle wife find themselves in her company, they are at a loss. The couple has long forgotten the joys of Christmas spent with a child and the magic sure to follow when they open their home and their hearts to... The Season For Miracles.

                                                         Merry Christmas ya'll! 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Goodbye is never easy...

Remember what it feels like when the last day of school or summer camp is over and it's time to say goodbye to the people with whom you've shared so many hours of your life? There's a heaviness in your chest, a gloom that just won't lift no matter what you try. And despite the promises to stay in touch, you know things will never be the same from this day forward. Life will go on, and sadly, those faces who have meant so much, will eventually, disappear from your life forever.

That's kinda of how I'm feeling. After spending an exciting, and very emotional summer with the Bravo Company, a platoon of soldiers during the Vietnam war, I must accept the fact the series has ended...and without a happy-ever-after. Of course, I knew it couldn't end any other way, and yet as I watched all three seasons as Tour of Duty exposed the turbulent years 1967 through 1969, I prayed the men would return home safe and sound to smiling faces and warm embraces.

Sadly, that didn't happen.
Many of the young men who found themselves stationed there, eager to serve their country, were sent home in a body bag to a country who gave no consideration of what their lives had meant to their families or of the ultimate sacrifice they gave. The ones who did survive, returned wounded, scarred and disillusioned to a homeland that had turned its back on them. This award winning series opened my eyes to many issues of the Vietnam era I'd only heard of. There were examples of soldiers risking their lives to take a hill- many dying in the attempt- only  to be ordered to leave the area and let Charlie reclaim it. I also discovered that over the course of the war 18 million gallons of chemical war far we know as Agent Orange was sprayed over the jungles, the fields, and homes, and our men included. Because of this show, I understand now why this war was not won. It couldn't be. It was not our fight.

These episodes were heartbreaking. And yet, I'm glad to have watched the entire series. And to all the real men and women who served in Vietnam, a heartfelt thank you.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Paper or electronic - I'm more old-fashioned than I thought

I love ebooks, especially how quickly they're downloaded upon purchased. Within moments and a few clicks, I'm able to begin reading.

And yet there's something missing (for me) when I'm reading along electronically. There's no place to
tuck my scrap of paper, my empty bank envelope or sales receipt I often use as a bookmark. Because
an ebook doesn't need reminding- it goes directly to the last page read.

Before I learned how to turn off the speaker, while sitting in the dentist's waiting room, I opened my Kindle, turned it on, and it loudly announced to everyone the book's title I'd selected to read, 'COME LOVE A STRANGER.'

Yuk! Was that embarrassing.

However...a friend recently told me of a book she'd finished and raved about. And so, sitting in my pj's, I quickly found the title, click, and was reading said in a matter of minutes.

But I'm not telling you anything you don't know. The ebooks are here to stay. I know I'll still rush to the book store in search of a new release. And there's something about the feel and smell of a current edition. But, I'm glad for the ereader, and how wonderful it is to know that no matter whenever I go, I'll never be without
many reading options at my fingertips. Now, if only they offered a dog-eared corner.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Downton Abbey- DVD collection

Downton Abbey- my new addiction

I know, I’m late to the party. This wonderful series has actually ended now but thankfully available to first-timers like me on DVD.

The year is 1912, the setting- a Edwardian country house filled with the Crawley family, servants and secrets.

Robert, the Earl of Grantham and his American heiress wife Cora are having a perfectly idyllic life with their 3 daughters.

Mary, the oldest, Edith, a somewhat spiteful middle, and Sybil, sweet tempered and liberal minded for her times.

It’s highly addictive to watch this family with its intricate dealings of society’s expectations, meddling family members and both, deceitful and honorable servants go about a somewhat normal daily routine.

There’s the stiff Mr. Carson who runs the household, along with Mrs. Hughes- who actually has never been married. Add Mr. Bates, a somewhat scarred fellow who walks with a limp, nevertheless  possesses a deep loyalty to the earl. So deep in fact, he puts his own happiness above that of the Crawley family. 

And I find it nerve-wracking to watch Thomas and O’Brien smoking in the yard and plotting the next disaster to bring Downton.

One could never forget the insufferable Dowager Countess, Violet, mother to the earl and although she regards her Cora as an interloper, the old girl upholds secrets that could bring the house down. Truthfully, I adore her!

With the sinking of the Titanic and a lost heir, Mathew Crawley, third cousin once removed is brought to the estate as heir to an earldom. What better solution to keep Downton in the family than for lady Mary to marry him. If she would only agree before another heir may or may not be born. One fleeting moment changes everything.

And that’s barely a skim of the characters or goings on. There's Daisy and Anna, oh, and Jayne, who if word ever got out, would cause havoc for sure! In a house this size there is never a dull moment! I’m eagerly devouring and must be careful to avoid spoilers when using Google.

Oh, and that nasty habit I have of collecting odds and ends- look what just turned up.

 Now, really, doesn’t this remind you of Lady Sybil and her chauffer Branson? Lady Edith learned to drive one as well. I call it my Downton Abbey glass for tea.

Who’s your favorite at Downton?