Book:1 MAYE West Mysteries
II admit I was a realtor for close to 30 years, which will give Maye’s adventures a ring of truth, but no worries, I changed the names to protect the guilty.
Maye West’s first Broker in Real Estate taught her “How not to do Real Estate,” but she survived and prospered! Maye and Ed McGinley sell the deal of a lifetime! All four of the large properties surrounding beautiful Lake Haverly are owned by a New York attorney and her stay-at-home writer husband.
Josh and his friend Chet find a body floating in their Shangri-La while fishing. It is identified as James Crandall, a well-known hothead and Maye’s toughest client! Friends gather to scatter his ashes in Lake Haverly. It’s a beautiful ceremony until James shows up madder than a Hornet!
The coroner, George Green, and Frank Singleton, the sheriff’s deputy Maye’s boyfriend, with benefits, go across the road to “The Recovery” Room to drink their troubles away. Maye and Ed to the rescue!
If it wasn’t James’ ashes scattered, who was it?
Frank is up to his neck in bodies, and he can’t decide if the bad guys are damn smart or just damn lucky! It doesn’t matter. He has to figure it out before his boss puts someone else in charge!
James admitted he has been looking for his twin sons, who were put in foster care when his wife died with no relatives, and he was deployed overseas. With the help of Frank’s department, he finds one son, but the other is nowhere to be found.
Stay tuned for more murder and mayhem! A couple of love stories, sex, a jailbreak, and uninvited guests at a housewarming.
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Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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This sounds good ^^ I’ll take a look soon when time is ready 🙂 📖