Good morning, Jo-Ann. Thank you for having me as your guest today. Hmmm, you requested I tell little about me.
I’ve always loved to write. In fact, I majored in journalism. it didn’t take long for me to discover I couldn’t embellish on the stories. Enter creative writing! I got really lucky when life presented me with a John Wayne husband, and then two wonderful children. I put my writing aside when a career in logistics offered me the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America. I revisit them in my romantic suspense novels.
My characters went with me, talked to me, and insisted that someday I’d share their dark, sexy stories with others. I enjoy writing alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. I make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after. I’ve been told that I’m at my best when in the killer’s head. I can assure you that’s when I have the most fun.
I live in Texas, love sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for my heroes and heroines.
I have published three books and one short story. SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME is currently free on Amazon. THE GREEN-EYED DOLL and THE LAST EXECUTION are on sale for .99. HELL OR HIGH WATER IS CURRENTLY 2.99.
If I were queen of the universe…
Your second request gave me a headache! Just joking, but it did cause me to stop and consider my answer.
If I were Queen of the world?
Of course, my first thought was a smartass idea of just lopping off the head of every pedophile, wife or child or animal abuser, etc, etc. But then I thought harder and longer. As Queen, I’d ensure the funds needed to develop cures for the major illnesses that rob us of our loved ones. There would be no fund raising for cancer or any disease that inflicts suffering on children, the money would always be available. Then I’d make sure those childern were educated and cared for by loving adults.
If I accomplished that as a queen, I believe the rest would fall into place.
Your third request was for an excerpt. I’m sharing one from SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME since it’s free through August 17th.
Focused, Stacey headed across the building on a mission. She skirted the two pool tables, moving faster the closer she got to ladies’ room door handle. A chilled raced down her arms. She sensed someone moving in step directly behind her.
A scent stirred something in her memory. Awareness churned through her, warming her skin. Heat rushed to her lower belly. How did her body know to react? She turned to find Cash Butler smiling down at her from under the brim of his black hat.
“Would you look at who I found,” his whiskey-toned voice flowed over her skin like caramel over ice cream.
An old familiar zing of desire ricocheted through her nervous system. Twenty-eight was a good year for him. His black hair and stormy gray eyes still framed a chiseled jaw, sharp nose and a mouth made to kiss. Ten years had added a maturity, a road warrior expression to his face.
First loves should never look this good. Never smell this good. And never stand this close.
He leaned down and buzzed his lips across her cheek, liquefying her knees. Blood coursed through her veins, revving her heart rate to race track speeds.
“Hey.” Her attempt at casual caught in the back of her throat. “Why aren’t you off saving the world or fighting in the war or something?”
“Turns out I’m not bulletproof.” His gaze raked over her, settling on her face. “You’re looking well.”
“So are you.” She hated how her body reacted to his nearness. “I need to get back to work. So if you’ll excuse me.”
“Wait.” He stepped between her and the door. “You’re the reason I’m here tonight.”
She pretended his strong hands sliding up and down her arms had no effect. Truth be told, seismic waves scorched their way to the ends of her fingertips.
“Unless you want your boots wet, you’ll leave me alone.”
“Then meet me at the Cactus Club tomorrow at two.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “You remember how to get there?”
“Sunday is my day for scullery maid duties.” Her brain issued a stern warning. His tone of voice said he was glad to see her, but his eyes gave nothing away. Meeting him wasn’t a good idea. Unfortunately, her heart wasn’t in the mood to listen.
“Since when do you do housework?”
“A lot’s changed since…” She bit off the sentence. Confiding in Cash served no purpose.
Letting him touch her had been a mistake. Did she pull away? Nooo. She stood there while his hands traveled down until his fingers twined through hers.
“I’ll be there tomorrow at two. I hope you’ll come.”
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