The dictionary describes second wind as: a new strength or energy to continue something that is an effort. I’ve needed that for some time now and just couldn’t find the heart to carry on.

I’ve been writing seriously now for close to eleven years. In that time, I’ve completed five books. I pounded out those stories with a fevered pitch and crossed my fingers for success. It’s been a mixed bag. I’ve had years of decent sales and some that could be described as anemic. The last three years have been complicated by changes in publishers, a marketing campaign with a company that failed to deliver on promises made, and a year where my books were off the market as I transitioned between publishers. During that time, I sank thousands of dollars into marketing schemes that didn’t seem to affect the bottom line. Eventually, it took a toll on my drive to finish the next book.  Continue reading




There are many gifts of Christmas including a gracious, giving attitude by many people. Individuals dig deep into their pockets to buy toys for disadvantaged children. Others drop coins into the Salvation Army red kettle. Still others donate turkeys and canned goods to area food banks. Don’t you wish we could keep this warm, caring attitude for the whole year?

We also take special care to find just the perfect gift for our loved ones. If you have a book lover in your life and are looking for just the right book, I’d like to share the books I have authored with you. Hopefully, you’ll find one that sparks your interest.
KTG COVER 4Seattle homicide detectives, Nick Winston and Pat Strom, search out crime in the underbelly of the Emerald City. This time, a serial killer is murdering lesbians in the Northwest’s most gay-friendly city. Winston and Strom are called to the apartment of University of Washington student, Kylee Harris. The provocative young woman is slaughtered in her bed, and the killer leaves behind a grisly clue that shocks even the most cynical detectives. Continue reading





The love of my family: My daughter Heather and my grandson Dawson hold my heart.Heather and Dawson IMG_0351

My church: It keeps me on the path to a kinder and richer existence.

Treasured friends: You know who you are. Some I’ve known a quarter of a century. Others, I am coming to know in delightful ways.  Thank you for loving me as I am.

My day job: I get the opportunity to share knowledge with Social Security recipients.

My writer’s critique group: You’ve helped me write four books over the last few years. Your insights and honesty have made me a better writer.buck-creek-26

My home: As a child in a military family, I moved every three years. I have now lived in my house for twenty-seven years. I love the security and sanctity of my home.

Mom and Dad. Grandma and Grandpa. Aunt Helen and Uncle Ike. Long-gone, but not forgotten. I love you all and will see you on the other side.

My siblings: Dennis, Larry, Rayven and our beloved brother Rob who left us way too soon. What a wild and crazy trip it’s been.

My Mustang: I’ve always been a practical person and drove sensible cars that I kept for years. Thanks to my grandson who whispered in my ear, “Buy it, Grandma, please.”

Mt. Rainier: You take my breath away every day.

Thanksgiving: It reminds me to pause and remember how rich I am, how much I have been given, and how much I am deeply blessed.















Wow! I had to look back in the archives to find out how long it’s been since I wrote a blog post. Almost three months! That’s forever in the land of blogs. I once read that if you don’t communicate weekly, you’ll lose your audience and they won’t come back. I hope not. I raise my finger in protest and sputter, “But I had to get my grandson ready for the new school year! And then there was the house appraisal!” The prep work to spruce up my home for the appraisal was a heavy lift. I ended up painting most of my house’s interior and increasing my Home Depot credit card balance as high as the national debt.

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Whew! Now that it’s done and my leg muscles have recovered from running up and down a ladder, I’m ready for life to return to normal. Which means, talking with you, reading, and writing on my new book, Bless Me Father For I Have Sinned.  Continue reading



When I finished my last book, Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die, I promised myself I’d take six months off before I started a new novel. The publishing process is grueling. Because I still work a government job full-time, my opportunities to write are limited.  It usually takes me a year-and-a-half to bring a novel to fruition. Frankly, I get tired and I wanted to spend time enjoying life instead of occupying my lounge chair pounding away on my laptop. I actually wore out most of the keys and had to have the keyboard replaced! It’s only been four months and already my fingers are itching, and I know it’s  time to start my next book.typewriter pexels-photo-481672

I vacillated between two plots. I joined an online dating service some time ago and thought there was ample fodder for murder and mayhem dating strangers. Seattle had a horrific case just last year. A women went out on a date arranged on an online site and ended up in pieces in several dumpsters around the city.  It spooked me and upon reflection, I dis-enrolled from the dating site.

My stories have always included romance and murder, but dead bodies and the grind of police investigations dominated the story line. I thought it was time to inject more romance into my next novel. My new tale involves a powerful love between a priest and a parishioner. Nothing like forbidden love to spark a murder! I decided my new novel will be dubbed Bless Me Father For I Have Sinned.

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Just a note about my recently published novel, Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die. My book recently won first place in the  East Texas Writer Guild’s book cover contest. Real congratulations go to the designer, Jay Aheer of Simply Defined Art. If you’re a fellow author looking for a stunning book cover to grab attention, I whole-heartedly recommend Jay Aheer. Here’s how to find her.

I invite you to visit my website



We all love the word free. I do. Whenever I see it, my eyes race across the page to see if this free product is something I am willing to jump through hoops for. There’s usually a catch. Not here. I am giving away three copies of Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die.


You can sign up June 10th through the 24th. Just click the link and it will take you to the right place.

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In KISS THE GIRLS AND MAKE THEM DIE, Seattle homicide detectives, Nick Winston and Pat Strom, search out crime in the underbelly of the Emerald City. This time, a serial killer is murdering lesbians in the Northwest’s most gay-friendly city. They are called to the apartment of a University of Washington student, Kylee Harris. The provocative young woman is slaughtered in her bed and the killer leaves behind a grisly clue that shocks even the most cynical detectives.

In Bellevue, an upscale community east of Seattle, Winston and Strom discover an exclusive club for lesbians where decadent parties are a monthly event. The revelries are catered affairs with soft chamber music, gourmet food, hot tubs, and many bedrooms. The elite meet to hook up, confident their dalliances will not end up in the society section of the Seattle Times. But when the assistant to Seattle Mayor Brody is brutally mutilated, Police Chief Irwin turns up the heat to find the murderer and to quiet whispers of a serial killer.

Two more ghastly murders in the gay community throw the Seattle Police and surrounding jurisdictions into chaos as they frantically search for the person responsible for the deaths. Memories of the protracted search for the Green River Killer haunt law enforcement. Winston and Strom are at the epicenter of the investigation when, suddenly, the case becomes terrifyingly real for Detective Pat Strom.

If the story intrigues you, enter here to win your free copy.


The plot of my next book is already bubbling in my brain. From Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned.

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 Huddled in a pew outside the confessional, Cecilia Armstrong fingered her blue rosary beads as her lips whispered the well-known words, “Hail Mary, full of grace…” She completed the rosary and looked up. Whatever was taking Father Patrick so long with the last penitent? She tried not to judge, but surely someone had confessed mortal sins. Otherwise, why would the priest have to counsel them for almost an hour? Had the penitent left through the door on the other side of the confessional? She looked up to see the light still glowing red indicating Father was still in the room. She reached down to gather her purse from the floor and noticed a creeping stream of red flowing from beneath the confessional door.