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Monday, May 21, 2018

Welcome to Savannah Georgia - Late 1800's

What started out to be one story idea has blossomed into a whole series!!

I'm excited to tell you about my new Historical Western series "Sweet Savannah Home".  I plan on taking my readers to Savannah Georgia twenty years after the Civil War. I've only written one other Historical Western series - The Grayson Brothers - and those stories were focused around a family who lived in Montana on a cattle ranch.  But now I want to show readers how life was in Savannah Georgia during the late 1800's, and especially the challenges they faced.

I'm so excited to write this series!!  Thanks to my cover artists, Sheri McGathy & Lisa McDonald. And thanks to Period Images for some AMAZING model poses!!

Let me introduce you to my books:


"Surrender Your Heart" - book #1, cover design by LDM Graphics
(COMING JUNE 4TH)



After a lifetime of heartache, Adam Hamilton knows bad luck follows him like a stray dog. He doesn’t dare get too close to anyone for fear something terrible will happen to them – like what happened when his wife and son died. After five years of drifting, Adam returns home to Savannah, Georgia, and learns his brother has been murdered. Determined to find answers, Adam decides to stay, but in his quest for truth, he’ll have to fight the ghosts of the past.



Emily Black races to Savannah after the sudden death of her sister’s husband. There Emily meets the cold hearted Adam Hamilton, and the man quickly proves to be an utter pain in her backside. However, as she gets to know him, she realizes the broken man is hiding beneath an aloof façade. Slowly, Emily softens toward him, determined to show him that good still exists in his life, and hoping he’ll include her in it.



"The Reluctant Widow" - book #2, cover design by Sheri McGathy
(I'm working on this story right now!)



NO BLURB YET



"Destinies Unite" - book #3, cover design by Sheri McGathy


NO BLURB YET


"Love Heals All" - book #4, cover design by Sheri McGathy

NO BLURB YET






Tuesday, May 1, 2018

NEW RELEASE - Felicia's Spirits

I'm so very excited to announce book #3 of The Gifted Series, "Felicia's Spirits".




Former covert field agent for the Prime Minister, Felicia Adler wants a normal life living as a wealthy widow. Unfortunately, a man from her past won’t allow her this comfort. He’s back to bring havoc into her life and play with her heart just as he’d done four years ago. But her mother’s disappearance forces Felicia to rely on him. If that’s not enough, her spirits are trying to keep her out of danger and help her find love in her life, once again.


Investigative officer for the Metropolitan Police, Sebastian Harrington sails all the way to Italy to find the thief he’s been hunting for over a year now. When he meets her face-to-face, he’s shocked to see the woman who’d stolen his heart and crushed it four years prior. Now he needs to find evidence against her, have her arrested, and transport her back to England to stand trial. If only his heart will allow it.






I've posted Chapter One for your reading enjoyment.




ONE


Capri, Italy


 


If Sebastian Harrington had asked the people in high society whether they thought the widow, Lady Adler, was a thief… they’d laugh in his face. Why would the young widow want to steal jewels when she was wealthy in her own right? She’d received a large inheritance after her husband’s death. Inwardly, Sebastian chuckled. He didn’t believe for one moment that Lord Adler had died because his heart had failed. Sebastian would bet money that the young widow had been behind her husband’s death.


Of course, he would have to solve that case at a different time. Today, he was after a thief.


However, he’d recently heard rumor that Lord Adler had been deeply in debt at the time of his death. Could she still be so wealthy after paying all the creditors? This was the reason for Sebastian’s clandestine visit to her place of residence. Lady Adler’s manor resembled the stately home of the Duchess of Devonshire, except that it was charmingly smaller. It had only two stories instead of four; and four, not eight, gray marble pillars in the front.


Cautiously, he crept around the outside of the manor. The half-moon suspended in the cloudless sky was his only light. As he passed by each window, he glanced inside. The pollen from the bushes wafted around him, making him sneeze, but continued to push his way through. His foot bumped against a large rock, causing him to stumble. Thankfully, he quickly righted himself.


Sebastian came upon the window of the dining room, and immediately noticed the crowd. Hitching a breath, he pulled back and flattened himself against the outer wall. As an experienced spy, he knew to stay in the shadows.


Sebastian had been chasing this particular thief for almost a year. The trail had died in England, but then, not too long ago, his contacts had informed him that a woman matching the thief’s description had booked a passage to Capri, Italy. There was no hesitation on his part. He was determined to catch this woman and make a name for himself.


This specific case started when thefts from wealthy homes surrounding London were reported. It was most interesting that the jewelry pieces taken were only those items purchased from distant countries. Sebastian had studied the homes that had been robbed and interviewed those involved, but no clues had been found. Remarkably enough however, there was only one person linking them together – the young widow with blonde silk hair and a body of a goddess, Lady Adler.


Coincidence? He thought not.


Since he’d been in Capri, he’d spoken to the local police and, just as he’d suspected, they too, were having some of their wealthier homes broken into and jewelry stolen.


Sebastian moved slowly as he peeked in the window again. About twenty guests filled Lady Adler’s dining room, all appearing to enjoy dishes of mutton, pickled crab, and what looked to be potato pudding along with broccoli ala sauce.


The evening’s cool breeze picked up, causing the branches from the bushes and nearby trees to sway with the rhythm of the wind. He muttered under his breath. This would make listening for sounds around him more difficult. But he could do it.


Sebastian skimmed his gaze over the guests. Most of them had the typical olive-colored skin of those born and raised in Italy, while three of the women had fair complexions. One of the three women had to be the thief.


Since he’d never seen the woman up close, he relied on her description from his informants. All he knew was that she was exceptionally lovely, her hair was blonde, and she was petite. After asking questions around Capri about her these past few months, he’d learned that Lady Adler was also quite charming, and that her eyes could seduce a monk.


A horse’s neigh rang out in the distance. Startled, he jerked away from the window and searched the grounds. Down the slope of the yard several carriages had gathered. One of the horses couldn’t stand still, even though the driver tried to calm the animal.


Sebastian breathed easier and glanced back through the window, locating the three ladies once more. Two of them were easy to study. They were both blondes, and they each wore a gown made from the finest material. They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties.


The third lady sat at the head of the table, her back toward him. The light from the chandelier gave the darker blonde ringlets hanging well past her shoulders a hint of brunette gleam. His suspect had lighter hair.


Another sound, masked by the wind, ripped through the air. It almost sounded like a branch snapping. He quickly glanced up to the trees. The wind wasn’t blowing hard enough to break the limbs. He swung his head in the opposite direction. There were no people coming outside, either. Only the drivers by the carriages were sharing the evening shadows with him, and they were far away enough not to see an intruder.


When a shout of laughter echoed through the dining room, he whipped his gaze back inside the room. The guests were laughing as all eyes turned toward the lady with her back to him. Although her hair wasn’t light enough, he still wondered if this was indeed the hostess – the woman he was after. She reached across her plate with her left hand and moved the silver serving bowl in front of her an inch or so to the right. The large diamond ring circling her fourth finger glinted under the light of the chandelier hanging above the table.


As an investigator for the Metropolitan Police over the past four years, he’d learned to follow his instincts. After collecting evidence and statements from witnesses, he pondered over the suspects for hours, trying to discern who was guilty. Most of the time, his gut told him he was right.


There had been a time a few years back when his instincts had failed him. He was trying to solve a case dealing with an art thief – or so he’d thought – and yet, the woman he’d trusted and nearly given his heart to, had lied to him. The end result was that the case fell apart. Sebastian was blamed and almost arrested for the thefts. The incident nearly ruined his reputation. To this day, he continued to blame that woman. Felicia Hamill was pure evil disguised with a beautiful face and angelic laugh. Unfortunately, her deceit and betrayal had turned her repulsive in his eyes.


Sebastian shook away the dreadful memory. There was no use dwelling on the past. He had another case to crack. His instincts wouldn’t fail him now.


The woman sitting with her back toward him, gestured with her hand, and a footman immediately hurried to her side. He bent closer as she whispered something in his ear. The servant nodded, straightened, and quickly left the room. Without a doubt, the woman in question was Lady Adler.


It didn’t take long before the group rose and left the dining room. From Sebastian’s hiding spot, he tried to see which part of the house the guest would be going to next. Thankfully, it only took a moment to realize they were moving into the next room.


He highly doubted he’d catch her stealing from the guests. It didn’t take a professor to realize she wasn’t foolish enough to do that. However, she would certainly do something this evening that would let him know that he had his thief. From his experience, thieves usually slipped up when they were in a relaxed situation, and what was more relaxed than having a dinner party in one’s home?


Pushing through the shrubbery, he made his way toward the window where light poured out into the darkened night. A branch scratched his cheek. Another branch whipped across his forehead, stinging his skin. Finally, he made it to the other window, and just as he did before, he cautiously leaned toward the pane, ready to peer inside.


“I say, señor. Do not move another inch, or I shall shoot you for intruding.”


Panic sliced through Sebastian, and he snapped his head around toward the man’s shaky voice. As his vision focused on the man standing in the shadows, he recognized the lanky Italian footman he’d seen inside whispering to Lady Adler. The servant grasped a pistol in his unsteady hand, and pointed it at Sebastian.


Little did the servant know that Sebastian had been expertly trained to snatch the weapon away in a split second, however, nervous shooters were always trigger-happy. Sebastian would not push his luck this time.


He slowly lifted his hands. “I’m unarmed,” he lied, since he always carried a knife in his boot.


“Señora Adler wishes a moment of your time.” The footman motioned the pistol. “Please follow me, señor.”


Confusion filled Sebastian as he carefully stepped out of the bushes. “I don’t understand. What do you mean she wishes a moment of my time?” He pointed toward the wall. “I was obviously hiding. How does she know I’m here?”


The corner of the man’s mouth lifted victoriously on his stern expression. “Oh, believe me, Señora Adler knows everything.”


Sebastian would admit the woman was crafty, but he certainly wouldn’t go as far as to say she knew everything. However, this evening, she was proving him wrong, which of course he didn’t like one bit.


He followed the servant through the manor’s wide entryway. Several paintings of landscapes hung on the walls, as well as green, silver, and black tapestries. The footman continued down one of the side corridors with Sebastian at his heels. More paintings hung on the walls, reminding him of the time he’d tried to catch a fraudulent artist. Several expensive vases and small statues sat on small tables in between each room. Lady Adler must be an art collector.


Finally, the footman stopped at the last room located at the end. He knocked and poked his head inside.


“Señora Adler? I brought the man as you requested.”


“Splendid. Show him in.”


Her voice was soft, but thankfully, there was no underlying irritation in her tone.


The servant opened the door wider and motioned for Sebastian to enter. Curious, he stepped inside and doffed his hat. The lighting was surprisingly dim. Lady Adler stood in the back of the room near a small bookcase. Once again, she wasn’t facing him. He grumbled under his breath. Would he ever get to see her face?


He waited a good two minutes as she pretended to search for a book, her delicate fingers skimming over the shelves. Now that he was able to get a better look at her, he realized she did fit the description he’d been given for Lady Adler. She was slender – and nicely so – and very petite. She wore a blue high-waisted gown and white bows hooked her sleeves up near her elbows. Her hair appeared silkier now that he could see her better, but it still didn’t wasn’t as light as he’d been told.


He quickly took his fill of the room before she could turn around. This had been a gentleman’s study at one time. The tapestry was brown and black, as well as the heavily-cushioned chair by the hearth. Sebastian half-expected to see heads of animals mounted to the wall and the rifles used to kill them. Perhaps that was in one of her other rooms.


He was tired of the game of silence she was playing with him. She’d had him brought in at gunpoint, and he wasn’t about to let her take charge now that they were alone.


He cleared his throat. “Madam, would you mind telling me why you had your footman drag me in here?”


“What is your name, sir?”


He gritted his teeth. Why wasn’t she turning to look at him? Obviously, she was trying to hide something. “I’m Mr. Sebastian Harrington, if you must know.”


Her shoulders shook as a small laugh came from her. “I should have suspected.”


That laugh! It was as if he was suddenly standing in the Thames wearing nothing but a towel in the dead of winter. A chill, as numbing as frost bite, covered him from head to toe. The ice blocks around his heart thickened in protection.


Slowly, she moved away from the bookcase, coming toward him. As she stepped into the light, his gut twisted with recognition. Those high cheekbones, the dimple in her right cheek when she smiled, and the way she haughtily lifted her chin could only belong to one woman.


Felicia Hamill – the woman of his nightmares.


Shaking her head, she stopped behind the desk. “Oh, Bash, why do you insist of spying on me?” Her gaze dropped to his cheek, and she immediately pulled out a white handkerchief from her sleeve. She moved toward him, handing him the cloth.


His gaze bounced between her face and the handkerchief, but he didn’t take it. He couldn’t. Anger filled him. He fisted his hands as his whole body stiffened. She’d caused so much turmoil in his life, making these last four years nearly torturous. She was the reason he’d stopped his small detective business and joined the Metropolitan Police. And she was the reason he had a hard time trusting his friends, and especially the women who had come into his life.


She shrugged and brought the handkerchief to his cheek. He jumped back and glared. Sheepishly, she showed him the cloth held spots of blood.


“Your cheek is bleeding,” she explained in a kind voice. “It must be because you were sneaking through my shrubbery.”


Sebastian slapped a hand to his cheek, and the sting from where the branches had scratched him throbbed. But he didn’t need her help. Never again!


He breathed slower and tried to control the rage shooting through him. When he finally collected his thoughts, he folded his arms and glared at her. “Well, if I had known the thief I was looking for was you, I would have arrested you immediately.”


“Thief?” She threw back her lovely head and laughed as she moved back behind the desk. “I fear you have it all wrong, once again.”


How could he keep a handle on his temper when she infuriated him so? “Actually, I believe I have it right.” Self-assured of his decision, he stepped closer to her desk. “Out of all people, you, my dear, should know my abilities. I have cracked open every single case I’ve ever had. You, of course, tried to tamper with evidence, but eventually, I figured it out. However, once you left, my stroke of good luck picked up and I’ve impressed many people over the years, especially the Metropolitan Police.”


She sighed and smiled sweetly. Inwardly, he boiled. Her smile could cut through glass, he was certain of it.


“Bash, I don’t believe you will ever change.”


“I won’t.” He straightened. “Which means, I will find the evidence needed to arrest you, Lady Adler.” He tapped his finger on his chin. “I’m most curious, though. However did you weasel your way into acquiring a title? What lies did you tell Lord Adler to convince him to marry you?”


The softness of her expression changed. No longer was her mouth shaped in a pleasant smile, but instead, her lips thinned into a straight line. Her dazzling blue eyes didn’t twinkle with mirth, but instead shot invisible daggers at him.


She took a deep breath before leaning on the desk and resting her palms on top. She held his gaze.


“Mr. Harrington, you will never find any evidence, because I’m not your thief. I’m no longer the woman you once knew. When I first met you in Devonshire, I used the name Hamill, but my birth name was Templeton. And for your information, I am a lady. Not more than eighteen months ago, I married Lord Edwin Alder. He died six weeks after we’d wed when his heart stopped.”


Sebastian studied Felicia’s expression and concentrated on her voice. Her tone didn’t give him any reason to believe she was sorry her husband had passed. Her expression was blank. But then, he should be used to that. He’d never been able to read this woman.


“Then what are you doing in Italy?”


She gave him a pitiful look. “My husband had houses in a lot of countries because he traveled so much.”


He narrowed his gaze on her and nodded. “I also remember how easily you lie.” Cockily, he sauntered toward the window. “I haven’t forgotten what a talented chameleon you were, and so I cannot help but conclude that you must be performing even now.” He stopped at the window and peeked at her over his shoulder. “After all, bad habits are hard to break.”


Sebastian wanted to tear his gaze away from the stunning woman, but he couldn’t – not when several emotions played on her face. Dare he believe she was remorseful? Of course not. As he’d just admitted, she’d been an amazing actress. And yet, he detected tears in her eyes. Unfortunately, she blinked quickly, and so what he thought he’d seen was gone.


“As much as I’d love nothing more than to talk about old times,” she said in a tight voice, “as you saw through the dining room window, I do have guests. I need to return to the game room where we are playing cards.”


Confusion filled him once more. He left the window and moved in front of her. Up this close, recollections of when he thought he was falling in love resurfaced, but he quickly ushered out the betraying memories. “You saw me through the window? When?” But as soon as he said it, his mind replayed the moment when she had reached in front of her and moved the silver serving bowl. Silently he berated himself. Of course! She had seen his reflection through the silver. Why hadn’t he thought of that?


Gradually, her smile returned, as did the sparkle in her eyes. “I see from the look on your face that I don’t have to answer that, do I?”


“No,” he grumbled.


“Splendid. Now I hope you will excuse me—”


“Wait.” He grabbed her arm. Warmth spread through him, starting from where he touched her skin, heading for his heart. Quickly, he dropped his hand. He couldn’t… wouldn’t allow that feeling to return. “Why did you have your servant bring me in here?”


“I had a feeling you were the one spying on me.”


“Why?” He arched an eyebrow.


“I’d heard that you were in Capri, but I didn’t want to believe it.”


Who could have possibly told her that? He’d have to find the person quickly and put a stop to their blathering. “Well, believe it.”


“Now that you know who I am, I shall let you leave.”


Shaking his head, he chuckled. “What if I want to stay? After all, I still need to find the evidence to arrest you.”


“I fear, Mr. Harrington, you won’t find it tonight. I need to entertain my guests, which means I won’t have time for you.” She crossed her arms over her bosom. “Now, shall I have Alberto show you out or will you be able to retrace your footsteps all the way out of the house and off my property by yourself?”


Although he didn’t want to grin, he couldn’t help it. “I can find my way.”


“Splendid. Then I bid you farewell, and I wish you a good evening.”


As he watched her leave the room, his gaze slid down her backside. He’d always enjoyed watching her walk. The sway of her hips and the bounce in her step had always brought a smile to his face. Except, he wouldn’t show that expression this time.


Now that she was gone, temptation swept over him. He should sneak through some of the rooms – more as morbid curiosity than anything. If she had hidden the stolen jewels in this house, she wouldn’t have left Sebastian alone. She trusted him just as much as he trusted her… which was very little. Unless, she left him here as means of proving to him that she wasn’t the thief. He had to remember, she was a clever woman.


He moved toward the door, but just before reaching it, Alberto, peeked inside. Sebastian grumbled softly. It looked as though she hadn’t left him alone after all. Her ever-present guard-dog was on watch tonight.


“Señor, do you wish me to show you out?” Alberto asked.


“No, but I thank you for asking. I know my way.”


Sebastian placed the hat on his head as he retraced his footsteps, just as Felicia had asked. Strange to think that she was back in his life, again. But the odd thing about all of this was… he wasn’t as angry as he figured he’d be. In fact, he looked forward to the challenge of proving to her what a great detective he was.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Script Writing... Still lovin' it!

I've written two scripts already. One for my romantic comedy "Dreaming of You" and one for my romantic comedy "Finding the Perfect Man". But out of all my romantic comedy stories, "Ten Ways to Win a Man", my top selling romantic comedy, is my favorite. (previously titled "Her Own Fairy Godmother" and "Winning Mr. Wrong").


Here is a sample of the script:


INT. / EXT. Cyndi's car - evening

Cyndi drives her BMW into the one-car garage and pushes on the brake with her bare foot. She kills the engine, yanks the keys out of the ignition, and throws them in her purse. She grips the steering wheel and stares ahead. She frowns. After a few seconds, she sighs, turns and grasps her briefcase that's sitting on the passenger seat, along with the broken high-heeled shoe. She opens the door and climbs out, shutting it behind her.

Walking shoe-less, she heads toward her townhouse. She fumbles in her purse, trying to find her keys, but she can't see them. Something catches her attention from the street. Shadows move underneath the street light as throaty giggles float in the breeze. A couple are embracing as they lean against a car.

DAMIEN GIOVANNI - The Italian Stallion, late twenties, hair black as night, gorgeous and muscular - her next-door neighbor and friend for the past five years, was at it again. Doing what he did best - turning romance into a career. He holds a gorgeous blonde woman in his arms, toying with her emotions.

Cynthia chuckles softly and shakes her head. Taking quiet steps so he doesn't see her, she moves up the walkway. Through the stillness of the night, she can hear Damien and BARBIE-wannabe's conversation.

Damien pushes away from the woman, grinning.

DAMIEN
I'll catch you later.

Barbie wags her fingers at him in a goodbye wave.

BARBIE
Call me.

DAMIEN
Why? You have my number.

Cynthia snorts a soft laugh as she nears her front porch. She stops just underneath the porch light, still trying to find her keys. Growling, she positions the briefcase under one arm to free up both hands in order to hold the purse and search for her keys. Finally locating them, she then balances everything in her arms as she bends and aims the key for the keyhole.

DAMIEN
Do you need any help, mi amore?

Cyndi jumps, dropping everything in her hands. Being unsteady, she falls to the cement and lands on her butt.

Cyndi
(glares up at him)
Damien Giovanni, why do you always sneak up on me like that?

Damien grabs her car keys before taking her arm and helping her stand.

DAMIEN
(grins)
Because I like the way you jump.

She folds her arms across her chest.

CYNDI
Just give me my keys. I'm not in a teasing mood this evening.

He dangles the keys in front of her, wagging his eyebrows in the cocky, infuriating - charming - way of his.

DAMIEN
What are the magic words?

CYNDI
Emergency, 9-1-1?

He tilts his head back and laughs. The porch light illuminates his handsome features; straight nose, strong chin, and lips.

DAMIEN
Oh, mi amore, you really know how to tickle my funny bone.

Cyndi grabs her keys.

CYNDI
Yeah, well... you really know how to irritate me sometimes.

As she slides the house key into the lock, Damien leans against the outside wall, grinning wide. She doesn't want to look at him for too long, but she finds herself meeting his gaze. Slowly, his grin disappears.

DAMIEN
How are you handling things today? It's been one month since Tim left.

CYNDI
It has? I haven't even noticed.

Damien cups her chin so that she can't look away.

DAMIEN
I know you too well. Don't act like you don't know that today is the anniversary of your break-up.

CYNDI
I'm glad he left. My life has been much better without him. So I'm really okay. I promise.

Nodding, he drops his hand, and his smile returns, but not fully.

DAMIEN
Okay. If you say so, but don't get upset at me for worrying about you. One day you're going to thank me, you know.

Cyndi grins.

CYNDI
The only time I'll thank you will be in your dreams, buddy.
Damien narrows his gaze and stars dreamily at her.

DAMIEN
My dear Cynthia Randall, it will be in your dreams. 

He winks, turns, and walks into his townhouse.


Monday, February 19, 2018

Welcome Mary Martinez!

Mary has a new release! Check it out...


Abandoned (Book VI) The Beckett Series



Glenna Beckett loves her family dearly, but being the youngest of six can be overwhelming. Moving across country helped her learn who she was outside the family. She’s built a successful business in the form of a quaint shop on Main Street of Calistoga, that sells a bit of everything vintage, the new age term for antique. What more does she need?

Then he walked into her shop. International playboy, Lance Gordon. After a whirlwind courtship he asks her to marry him. Burying a niggle of doubt in the pit of her tummy, she says yes. He’s even agreed to have the wedding in Brooklyn so her family can attend. But he never arrives.

Glenna refused to believe she’d been abandoned at the altar and asks her brother, Tyler, to contact an agent friend on the West Coast to search for Lance.

Patrick McGinnis can’t believe he’s walking into a prissy shop in the high end of the Napa Valley searching for a missing groom. The bride, Glenna Beckett, is everything he feared, drop dead gorgeous, and a spoiled brat. Not that he’d ever tell her brother that. He hates wild goose chases, and this mission is exactly that. Patrick’s certain the playboy fiancé is off wooing some other delectable creature.

Unfortunately, once Patrick started to dig, he finds there’s more to the tale and it will take all his skills as an agent to keep Glenna safe. Especially when the case takes a turn and threatens the safety of his son, Finn.


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Excerpt 
Patrick McGinnis thumbed his phone off and dropped the thing on the table with a thud. What had he just agreed to? He held in a groan, barely.
“What’s up dad? You look like you just ate a sour grape.”
Finnegan, his sixteen-year old son, and the joy of his life, walked to the cupboard and pulled out a bowl. He filled it with cereal and added milk and then joined Patrick at the table. He dipped his spoon for a large scoop, and as he brought it to his mouth, Finn gave him the I’m waiting look.
“I just received a call from an old friend,” he said in way of explanation, he really didn’t like talking work with his son.
“It must not have been a good conversation.”
“It was good to catch up. He was with me at Quantico.” Best to focus on the old acquaintance part.
“Dad, I’m in high school. You can stop sheltering me now. He must have called for a reason. One you’re not too thrilled about. What’s up?” He repeated his earlier question.
Damn, Finn was growing up to fast. And the kid was right. He had a tendency to shield him from his work. Something he’d always tried to do, but more since Finn was three and the worst thing that could ever happened to a child had happened.
“Tyler is an agent in New York, however, he has a sister in Calistoga.”
His son let out a hoot of laughter. “Match-making from the east coast.”
“Ha, ha. No, his sister seems to have lost her fiancé and her assistant.”
“What they elope and left her behind? Why’d he call you?”
“The fiancé never arrived at the wedding. And then when his sister went to open her shop she found the assistant had been shot.”
“Oh.” Finn ate for a few minutes in silence. “Does the lost fiancé and the dead assistant have something to do with each other?”
“That’s one of the things Ty wants me to find out.”
Finn suspended his spoon half way to his mouth. “What is the other?”
“He wants me to find the missing fiancé for his sister.” He pulled his fingers through his hair. “It’s a wild goose chase if you ask me. If the guy had wanted to get married he’d have been at the wedding.”
“You’d think, unless he couldn’t.”
Patrick contemplated his son. He would make a good detective. He’d already helped solve a few of his cases, by just listening and making comments that brought other solutions to mind. Patrick wasn’t sure he wanted that for his son. He loved being a federal agent. For a while, after the incident with his son, he’d tried something else. However, his true passion was law enforcement and he’d been placed back on duty within the year.
You couldn’t help where your heart led you. No matter the consequences. 
“That is what I need to find out.” He stood and poured more coffee into his cup to warm up the cooling liquid. He leaned a hip on the counter while he sipped. “What’s going on at school today?”
Finn finished his cereal and stood to wash his bowl out. He appeared to be thinking as he put his dishes in the dishwasher.
“I have an algebra test. Just a fair warning, Dad, it’s kicking my ass.”
“Language son.” But he smiled, he’d heard a lot worse. “I have a few minutes do you need my help?”
His son gave him a skeptical look, which was well warranted. Algebra had thoroughly kicked his ass in high school, too, to the point he’d needed Saturday morning classes to pass the damn class.
After a moment he answered. “No, Mrs. Stewart said she’d meet me before school.”
“Old Mrs. Stewart is still there? I had her for Algebra.” He smiled and resisted the urge to ruffle his son’s hair. Since the boy was almost as tall as he was, it’d be a little awkward anyway. “You’re in good hands then. Do you want me to drop you on my way to Calistoga?”


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Author Bio:
Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, and six wonderful grandsons and five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and friends--she includes good books as friends!

Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was Irish and Scottish, of course they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home.  With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett's live. When she visits, she can wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub, Putnum's.

They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible.

Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women's fiction, and she has just begun to dabble in young adult mystery. She is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA). During her writing career she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding service. Mary has also participated in numerous library panels on writing and co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers conference.

Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999.
GO UTES!