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    Book Launch February 8-9, 2019

      Kill for Justice

    If you love mysteries, this is a book to download. It is FREE for February 8-9, 2019 as a part of the book launch. Get your FREE copy and tell your mystery-loving friends to do the same. Please consider leaving an Amazon review. I need 50 reviews. Please support your indie authors. Thanks.

    The night after a body is discovered, the chilling appearance of the dead man’s ghost appears on the theater’s stage. Simone Biaz, a ventriloquist who can make anything talk, is also known for her brilliance at solving mysteries. She and her father, must delve into a twenty-five year old cold case murder, a case that is exceptionally disturbing in this cobble stoned resort town off the coast of Maine.
    What dark secrets does the town hide? Will Simone and her father be able to solve the case, or become the next victims?



    Enjoy the book,




    Book signing in Travelers Rest, SC

    Saturday December 15, at Williams Hardware Cafe, in Travelers Rest, SC, from 11:00a - 3:00p, I'll be there to sign my latest murder mystery novel, VENOM; Fatal Revenge. Whoo Hoo!!

    If you or someone on your Christmas list loves mysteries, this makes a great gift for you. The setting for the story is Marshall NC., when a prominent attorney is found dead from multiple snake bites in January. A river guide, Jake - best friends with the victim's son - commits to solving the mystery. A night search on the French Broad's rapids, a mountain man aiming a shotgun at him, and other twists and turns make it a perfect book for a cozy read.

    See you at Williams Hardware Cafe Saturday December 15!

    Oh, and I forgot to tell you. Buy my book, VENOM, and I'll give you another book, Wrapped in Love short story fiction. FREE.


    Ventriloquist Solves Murder

    Labor Day ONLY $.99


    Get The Killer Show now!

    A murder mystery, solved by ventriloquist, Simone Biaz, an amateur detective.

    During her theater show the audience hears a bloody scream and believes the ventriloquist threw her voice. Only later is a body discovered back stage.

    With murder, lies, and deep secrets this story will keep you engaged and turning pages to the very end.

    Wrap up your summer reading. Download The Killer Show.

    But hurry! Do it now!



    Building Tension in Your Writing

    Whether you are a writer, speaker, or musician, creating tension followed by resolution is critical in your work. Without it, the work becomes flat and forgotten. Tension has a cycle to it. It must strain to a breaking point, and then release, but the timing is critical. You must know instinctively how far to stretch your audience and when to release the stress, or you will lose them.

    Example from
    The Killer Show

    “I froze. Next to the muffin pan, a note read:
    'Be careful little eyes what you see
    Be careful little mouth what you say
    Be careful what you do. I'm always watching you
    You can never be too careful in the dark.'
    I swallowed my fear.
    What if he’s still be in the house?  
    Think. Think!
    I grabbed my phone. My hands were shaking. I misdialed. Hung up. Tried again.
    While waiting for the cops to arrive, I called Darcy and told her about the note.
    ‘I’ll be right there’, she said.”



    Help out an author, read and review



    A distant sound of helicopter blades, thwap-thwap-thwap, cut through the silence, and told us highway patrol aircraft was approaching.


    As we neared Pinball Rapids, we came to a land formation in the middle of the river, extensive enough to be called a tiny island.


    THWAP-THWAP-THWAP. Above us, came the deafening sound of the approaching helicopter. It’s harsh beam of light drilled through the darkness and lit up the river.


    I remembered there was a rock ledge under water, on the right side of the island.


    People could actually camp on the island. I had camped there several times, although it probably broke some law prohibiting it.


    I nudged the raft to the right considering it the best way around the island and the rock ledge.


    The aircraft banked around the island as well, changing the angle of the spotlight. And as the angle changed, Shelby let out a high-pitched shout. “That's him!” I paddled harder, adrenaline shot through my arms. The copter hovering low held its position, the heavy spot shone on a body caught in the branches of a fallen tree, a tree washed up against the island. The body wearing a jacket was caught in the tree branches.


    It had to be Cade.


    “Over here!” My voice penetrated the chilly air. The other two rafts tightened the slack and joined us. One of the guides called dispatch to let them know.


    We were probably a quarter mile from the take out at Stack House, the place where our raft trips normally ended, and where we pulled rafts and kayaks out of the water and loaded them on top of Kingfisher’s buses.


    “We found him,” I yelled to the other guides. “There’s a rocky ledge on the right side.” I paddled as close as I could, purposely snagging the bottom of the raft on rock to anchor it temporarily.


    “Shelby, stay with the raft. I'm going in.” I swung over and dropped into the river.


    “Hey, Sam, I need you here.” I waved an arm at another guide in the rescue party.


    The splashing told me the guide was already in the water.


    Jeez, Cade, don't be dead, man. Don't be dead.


    I scrambled around separating and moving through slippery branches, and grabbed Cade’s arm. Sam, right behind me, took his other arm. Cade was pinned by the tree that was pulling down into the water, though his head was barely above water. We tugged, maneuvered branches and his body to free him from the trap. It seemed to take forever to break him loose from the branches. Moving in rhythm, we lugged him out of the water onto a kind of ledge, laid him down and rolled him over. He coughed and heaved, and brought up water, a dark puke. Then he gasped for air. We did little to resuscitate him. Without our help, he coughed, brought up more water, and shuddered for breath. His skin tone appeared gray and lifeless under the spotlight.