Lieutenant James MacDonald’s family needs him! The Task Force trying to convict Senator Allen and his son needs him! He only wants to crawl into a hole and die! Jack takes him for a wild ride to knock sense into his head and maybe his body! It works until his life is inundated with bombings, shootings, rapes, and murders. How much pain can one person bear?
The Spirited One can protect him from bodily harm, but he will need a little help to heal his overwhelming need for revenge against those who took Jena from him. It’s one thing right after another! The rape kit disappears from the evidence room, and without Jena to testify, the Task Force is looking at an uphill battle to convict.
Mama Celeste, his family’s restaurant, blows up with his family and Task Force team inside! James is mad as hell!
James realizes there is a mole in the precinct, and she is good at her job! Sending Young Aiden to find out who she works for might backfire, and it does!
Senator Allen and his son must pay for their involvement in ruining the lives of many young women! His determination to see the Senator and son in prison becomes an obsession bordering on Cowboy Justice! Let’s hope the Spirited One has something up his sleeve to stop James before he heads down that road of no return!
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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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