She was pitched into the icy cold Pacific Ocean, 15 miles off the coast of Oregon, by her loving husband. Amanda was drugged and wearing only her flimsy nightgown.
She would need a miracle to survive! Her first miracle was a fishing boat; her second was burglarizing a cabin on the beach!
Her fuzzy memory refused to tell her who she was and what compelled her to walk south on Interstate 1-5 all day. She slept in the ladies’ restroom stalls and scrounged food from anywhere and everywhere until she realized winter was coming, and she had to get south faster than she could walk. She must hitch a ride or freeze to death, sleeping outside on a bench! Finally, her last resort was to beg for a meal! Getting smacked on her head was the miracle that saved her life.
Learning she and her late Father owned a Cadillac dealership in Phoenix should have been another miracle. She saw red when she learned that her con man husband and his Skank wife stole her business and murdered her father!
Amanda grows up fast and decides to re-capture her business while grieving for her father! Come along on the bumpy ride with her new friends as they untangle the lies and deception.
Re-building her business, she meets the man of her dreams, Elvis Reese, a Police Captain who resembles and sings like the King.
Be prepared to sigh when the sparks fly on the first dinner date at Amanda’s suite. After Amanda’s spaghetti and The King’s Apple Pie a la mode, there was more dancing and lovemaking on the couch until the wee hours!
Every time Amanda feels like she will have that happy ever after, her con man husband pulls another dirty punch!
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Biography
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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