Hello Friends; Sorry, I've been remiss lately about writing my usual blog. In amongst my busy schedule I've had some medical problems that have taken up alot of my time and energy. But I'm am so excited to let you know that my first book Nightmares and Dreams is available now through amazon kindle as an e-book. The second, Tomorrow's Rain is coming this week, and the third, Sunsets in a week or two.
I have also started a two week contest to win the first book (Nightmares and Dreams) in the Lindy Lewis series.
I would so appreciate if you would take a few minutes and write a review of it please!
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7833859-nightmares-and-dreams
Follow the adventures of Lindy Lewis from the day her house burns....
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Book givaway
Dear Readers and friends;
I am giving away 2 free copies of my first book called Nightmares and Dreams in the next two weeks. Sept.22-Oct 6
Good luck and best wishes!
I am giving away 2 free copies of my first book called Nightmares and Dreams in the next two weeks. Sept.22-Oct 6
Good luck and best wishes!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Will J.T. kill again!
Reed put his feet up on a stool, leaned back on the couch and picked up the Dallas newspaper. He had been a guest at Betty's the past week recuperating from a gun-shot.
"I have to take off tomorrow and get back to my office up north," he had said to her last night.
"Are you sure you're well enough?" she asked. Her face saddened.
"I'll make it." he had remarked. As he sat this next morning with the paper a small piece listed under out of state events caught his eye. His feet hit the floor and the paper crackled as he pulled it closer.
"Prisoner on the loose," he read. Then sat up, and winced at the sudden pain that burned through his arm and shoulder. "John Thomas, a convicted murderer escapes while serving a life sentence. Spotted, possibly heading south!"
Reed sucked in his breath and slumped back against the couch.
How could this happen? He read it again carefully word for word. His heart pumped furiously then as he grabbed the phone and called an acquaintance in law enforcement in the Dallas Police Department.
It was confirmed, John Thomas, alias J.T., alias Jud Thurman had escaped from his prison guards. Reed sat stone-faced as the memories of what the man had done came back to haunt him.
It had started when his law school buddy, Tanner Burk had represented Reka Holms in a divorce case. Her husband was John Thomas. She'd charged him with physical abuse, adultery, theft and deception. While the court date was pending, Tanner's secretary Sierra Ames had been killed in a mysterious car accident. That case was never solved. After the divorce was granted John Thomas served a short term in jail and was released. He then gained access into an insurance company using false ID. Reed's comapny. About the same time Reed got orders to re-investigate a claim that had been paid out to a woman named Lindy Lewis. He was thunderstruck when he realized it was the same Lindy Lewis he had known in college. He'd also gotten orders to check out a new employee by the name of Jud Thurman. It had all come to a halt when Tanner had gotten shot and killed.
Reed reached for the cup of coffee as a stab of lonliness crept through his chest and he wondered, had Tanner figured it out just before Thomas shot him! Thomas had been in the same red car that had forced Sierra Ames off the highway.
Now the whole goddamn case was wide open again! Thomas was on the loose and Lindy's whereabouts were unknown, but if Thomas was headed south that meant she was still here in the area somewhere!
"I have to take off tomorrow and get back to my office up north," he had said to her last night.
"Are you sure you're well enough?" she asked. Her face saddened.
"I'll make it." he had remarked. As he sat this next morning with the paper a small piece listed under out of state events caught his eye. His feet hit the floor and the paper crackled as he pulled it closer.
"Prisoner on the loose," he read. Then sat up, and winced at the sudden pain that burned through his arm and shoulder. "John Thomas, a convicted murderer escapes while serving a life sentence. Spotted, possibly heading south!"
Reed sucked in his breath and slumped back against the couch.
How could this happen? He read it again carefully word for word. His heart pumped furiously then as he grabbed the phone and called an acquaintance in law enforcement in the Dallas Police Department.
It was confirmed, John Thomas, alias J.T., alias Jud Thurman had escaped from his prison guards. Reed sat stone-faced as the memories of what the man had done came back to haunt him.
It had started when his law school buddy, Tanner Burk had represented Reka Holms in a divorce case. Her husband was John Thomas. She'd charged him with physical abuse, adultery, theft and deception. While the court date was pending, Tanner's secretary Sierra Ames had been killed in a mysterious car accident. That case was never solved. After the divorce was granted John Thomas served a short term in jail and was released. He then gained access into an insurance company using false ID. Reed's comapny. About the same time Reed got orders to re-investigate a claim that had been paid out to a woman named Lindy Lewis. He was thunderstruck when he realized it was the same Lindy Lewis he had known in college. He'd also gotten orders to check out a new employee by the name of Jud Thurman. It had all come to a halt when Tanner had gotten shot and killed.
Reed reached for the cup of coffee as a stab of lonliness crept through his chest and he wondered, had Tanner figured it out just before Thomas shot him! Thomas had been in the same red car that had forced Sierra Ames off the highway.
Now the whole goddamn case was wide open again! Thomas was on the loose and Lindy's whereabouts were unknown, but if Thomas was headed south that meant she was still here in the area somewhere!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Baby, its mine!
"Where's the money?" the man growled. He was young; somewhere around twenty. A baseball cap covered his hair. Dark glasses hid his eyes and a full mustache decorated his pockmarked face.
"Where's my car?" I asked matching his tone of voice.
"In the lot across the street!" He drummed his fingers on the table and barked again, "Where is it?"
I raised the convas bag and opened it just enough for him to see the neatly stacked bills. I motioned for Jenny, the waitress to come over. I had talked to her for a minute when I'd ordered the manhatton.
"We're going outside to check on something, could you put my bag somewhere safe for me. Just make-up and things," I asked her now.
"Oh sure, I'll put it in my locker with my purse. It'll be safe." She took my bag to the back, not realizing what she was carrying. The man's face reddened as he watched her walk away.
I stood up, "Now I want to see my car. You didn't wreck it did you?"
"Oh fuck!" he mumbled.
We went outside and across the street and there in amongst a row of cars strood a black BMW. My heart lurched and my breath caught. The license plate was mine!
"Open it, I want to see the inside."
"For Christ's sake lady, it's yours!"
"You don't think I'm going to give you thousands of dollars until I'm sure it's mine and everything is still in it, do you?" Asshole, I thought, although I was terrified I needed to put on a fearless front.
"Okay, okay." He opened the door with the keys. "Check it out. I put a few miles on it, but that's all." He stepped back and pulled his cap lower on his forehead.
"Well, I don't believe you. Let me see," and I slid into the seat and pulled the door shut. My heart thudded as I looked around. The inside looked the same, the same air freshener hung on the mirror, and my lipstick and some change lay on the console. I leaned over and quickly ripped open a corner on the passenger's back rest. And there it was! Stacks of my money, just as I'd hidden it monthsagao!
I took a quick breath and tried to calm myself. I couldn't let him see this and I whipped the upholstery back as I turned in the seat and checked the back. I got out then and slammed the car door.
"I want to see the trunk. You didn't take my spare tires, did you?" I demanded then to cover my nerves.
The man was sweating and yelled, "Lady, you got your fucking car, I don't have all night!"
"Well, I do," I bluffed. "Well okay, I'm satisfied," I said then and we went back inside the bar.
"I'll take my bag when you have a minute," I said to Jenny, as we stood at the bar. My underarms were drenced as she returned with it a few minutes later. I handed it to the man and said, "It's all there, but you can go in the restroom and count it if you want. I'll wait here for the keys!"
The man looked uncertain, then turned and hurried off. The second he disappeared I raced for the door, my extra set of keys in my hand. And in seconds I was out of the parking lot. My hands shook on the steering wheel and my heart thumped fierciely in my chest but I had my car and my million.
and he had a measly hundred dollars. It had been one chance in a million and I had hit the jackpot!
Back at the hotel I threw my clothes in suitcases and raced down the stairs. I was on my way to an island on the southeast coast. And the first thing I was going to do, was find a bank and and a safe deposit box for my million.
"Where's my car?" I asked matching his tone of voice.
"In the lot across the street!" He drummed his fingers on the table and barked again, "Where is it?"
I raised the convas bag and opened it just enough for him to see the neatly stacked bills. I motioned for Jenny, the waitress to come over. I had talked to her for a minute when I'd ordered the manhatton.
"We're going outside to check on something, could you put my bag somewhere safe for me. Just make-up and things," I asked her now.
"Oh sure, I'll put it in my locker with my purse. It'll be safe." She took my bag to the back, not realizing what she was carrying. The man's face reddened as he watched her walk away.
I stood up, "Now I want to see my car. You didn't wreck it did you?"
"Oh fuck!" he mumbled.
We went outside and across the street and there in amongst a row of cars strood a black BMW. My heart lurched and my breath caught. The license plate was mine!
"Open it, I want to see the inside."
"For Christ's sake lady, it's yours!"
"You don't think I'm going to give you thousands of dollars until I'm sure it's mine and everything is still in it, do you?" Asshole, I thought, although I was terrified I needed to put on a fearless front.
"Okay, okay." He opened the door with the keys. "Check it out. I put a few miles on it, but that's all." He stepped back and pulled his cap lower on his forehead.
"Well, I don't believe you. Let me see," and I slid into the seat and pulled the door shut. My heart thudded as I looked around. The inside looked the same, the same air freshener hung on the mirror, and my lipstick and some change lay on the console. I leaned over and quickly ripped open a corner on the passenger's back rest. And there it was! Stacks of my money, just as I'd hidden it monthsagao!
I took a quick breath and tried to calm myself. I couldn't let him see this and I whipped the upholstery back as I turned in the seat and checked the back. I got out then and slammed the car door.
"I want to see the trunk. You didn't take my spare tires, did you?" I demanded then to cover my nerves.
The man was sweating and yelled, "Lady, you got your fucking car, I don't have all night!"
"Well, I do," I bluffed. "Well okay, I'm satisfied," I said then and we went back inside the bar.
"I'll take my bag when you have a minute," I said to Jenny, as we stood at the bar. My underarms were drenced as she returned with it a few minutes later. I handed it to the man and said, "It's all there, but you can go in the restroom and count it if you want. I'll wait here for the keys!"
The man looked uncertain, then turned and hurried off. The second he disappeared I raced for the door, my extra set of keys in my hand. And in seconds I was out of the parking lot. My hands shook on the steering wheel and my heart thumped fierciely in my chest but I had my car and my million.
and he had a measly hundred dollars. It had been one chance in a million and I had hit the jackpot!
Back at the hotel I threw my clothes in suitcases and raced down the stairs. I was on my way to an island on the southeast coast. And the first thing I was going to do, was find a bank and and a safe deposit box for my million.
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