Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Love and Lint Rollers by Kaje Harper (guest post, spotlight, excerpt, and review) ADULT title

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Discovering my guys
Kaje Harper

When I write, I usually start with only a vague idea of who the characters are. As I began Love and Lint Rollers, I knew that Dean was a veterinarian with a big heart, and that Thom loved his cats and had been challenged with his Crohn's disease at times in his life. But for me, it's while I'm doing the writing that I discover other parts of the characters. For instance, I wasn't aware Dean was bisexual up front, but came across both that fact, and the idea that it might be one of the themes in this story, while writing the following scene.
The little thought he has about his friends reminded me of comments from bi and pan friends online, about how they still, in 2018, face bi-erasure, even within the community. That attitude bugged Dean, and I realized it was going to come up again. He also thinks about his mom, and in so doing told me new things about his family life. I admire people who plan out their books in detail and stick to it. But I have a lot of fun coming across new facets of my guys as I write. It makes writing an adventure, and one that doesn't get old or routine. Hopefully that works for my readers, as well as for me.


Kaje Harper


Even with six beloved cats at home, Thom Fletcher can't help opening his heart to a little injured stray he finds at Pride. Luckily, the generosity of the veterinarian who helps him means he doesn't have to open his wallet. Thom's budget is stretched pretty thin, between his struggling start-up and medical expenses for his Crohn's disease, so the free cat care helps a lot. Thom may have fallen for the little feline, but he's also intrigued by the attractive vet in the bi-pride bracelet.

Dean Edwards went to Pride with his colors on his wrist, hoping to find community after his divorce. Instead, he's pulled into a cat rescue by an appealing man. Dean likes Thom's kindness to strays, his blue-gray eyes, his intelligence, and his perspective from decades as an out gay man. Maybe with Thom, Dean will finally feel able to explore his long-neglected attraction to men.

They're not a perfect match. From Dean's cat-hating dog to Thom's chronic health issues and preferences in bed, going from a casual date to something more will be a challenge for both of them.



Dean locked up the vet clinic and headed out into the sparse Saturday afternoon traffic. Saturdays always felt a bit odd, driving home in the midday sunshine after working a half-day. Most weeknights he didn’t get to see bright daylight, even this time of year.

As he entered the house, his mom’s old Shepherd, Tig, trotted over to meet him like always. “Hey, boy.” He delivered the required head scritchies. “Did you have a good morning terrorizing squirrels and snoozing in the sun?”

Tig’s tail waved in a gentle arc. It wasn’t the ecstatic wagging that used to greet Mom before she passed.

“Sorry, baby. She’s gone. You have to make do with me.”

Tig’s sigh was surely due to his arthritic joints, not Dean’s words. He walked stiffly back to the kitchen, and Dean followed behind.

As he reached for his phone charger, his rubber Pride bracelet, sitting in the dish on the counter, caught his eye. Pink, purple, and blue. The first time he’d made that kind of public declaration. He imagined Mom looking down from heaven, no doubt demanding he get that blasphemous thing out of her kitchen.

Picking up the loop of rubber, he turned it around and around between his fingers. Maybe she would’ve understood? Probably not, though. In any case, it was too late to come out to her now. He flicked a look upward. “Sorry, Mom. I hope you’ve met some nice gay folk there in Heaven, and they’ve taught you differently.” He missed her with a sudden pang. Despite her narrow-mindedness, she’d been a generous, kind woman, the sort who’d have helped out a gay person, while trying to gently “bring him to the Lord.”

She’d loved him, raised and encouraged him despite their differences. Two years later, her kitchen still surrounded him with warmth. His eyes stung. “Wish you were here. Even though we’d fight about this, and this time I’d stand my ground.”

He could almost hear his father, a few years further back, saying, “Respect your mother, Dean. You owe her that.”

Wow, getting maudlin. A downside to still living in the family home. He opened a drawer to put the bracelet away, then paused, and slipped it back over his wrist. Mom and Dad were gone. He’d decided to move on with his life. No back-sliding.

In that spiritHe grabbed his phone and texted Thom before he could chicken out. ~Hey there, it’s Dr. Edwrads, just wanted to check on our girl

He sent it. Then saw his typo and had to rub his eyes. ~*Edwards. I do know my own name

There was a long enough pause that he’d set the phone down and was checking the fridge when he heard the chime. He fumbled it on, trying not to expect too much.

A laughing emoji. Then ~She’s doing well. One sore spot on her neck that she scratched up. Hang on, I’ll send a picture

After a minute, a photo of the cat’s head appeared. Her fur was starting to grow in where he’d shaved it, but he could see a knot of scabs along her neck. He enlarged the picture. It didn’t look too bad. ~Is it getting better or worse?

~Just not healing. She keeps scratching it open. It’s the wrong place for a cone collar

~You could put nail caps on her

~Ha. Been there, tried that on another cat. Not good

~I could bring some over. We might manage it together

There was a longish pause.

~I can bring some ointment too, he added. Cats could be a bit of a challenge, although they often had ninja healing skills.

~Sure. Can’t hurt to try. Do you need my address? Or should I just bring her to the clinic tomorrow?

He breathed a sigh of I-didn’t-sound-stalkery relief. ~No need to stress her with a car ride. Your address is in her file

He’d put Thom’s phone number into his own cell, skirting the border of appropriate. Address info was in the clinic records, though, a password and a couple of clicks away.

~OK. When works for you?

~An hour? No, make it two. He needed to shower, eat, give Tig a walk, and run by the clinic for nail caps.

~Around four then?

~Sounds good. He set his phone down and reminded himself he shouldn’t let it sound too good. Cat first. Anything else, if there was anything, afterward.

He couldn’t even be sure Thom was gay or bi, despite the string of rainbow beads he’d been wearing and the Pride flag. Everyone and their allies went rainbow at Pride. He might be ace or intersex and straight. And even if he was gay, he might have no interest in expanding the horizons of a forty-four-year-old bisexual veterinarian.

Dean tugged at his bracelet, snapping it against his wrist. He’d played the straight ally for so long, this all felt weird. Like a Halloween costume he was trying out.

In the years before his best friends Shawn and Jonah had moved off to Colorado, the bastards, they’d spent more than one drunken night telling him about the sins of being bi. How bisexual was really liar’s code for someone too chicken to come out, too greedy to be faithful, or certain to cut and run if things got tough. As the straight-acting bi guy married to a woman, he’d nodded and held his tongue. A lot. He had a degree in hold-your-tonguing after decades with his friends and family. Graduated Maximus Claspus Linguous.

Maybe he should put that on a plaque. Or maybe it was really, finally time to stop

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I get asked about my name a lot. It's not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty years*), mostly for my own entertainment, usually M/M romance (with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi…) I also have Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)
It was my husband who finally convinced me that after all the years of writing just for fun, I really should submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out from MLR Press in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact. A complete list with links can be found on my website "Books" page.
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My review:

4 out of 5 stars

Love and Lint Rollers by Kaje Harper is an adult contemporary m/m romance that features Thom Fletcher, whose fortuitous encounter with veterinarian Dean Edwards results in…a new houseguest. Each man has a painful past that threatens to prevent him from forming a lasting relationship and will have to decide whether to fight for happiness.

I love that this author's characters are so real, with their attendant challenges and sometimes imperfect solutions. Having been temporary house-slave to a household of 10 cats, I was entertained to read about Thom's routine which evokes memories of being “trained” by the felines and their preferences. The challenges of dealing with a medical condition that controls one’s choices are sensitively described and I couldn’t help but ache for Thom even as I regretted how much that makes him prickly and pessimistic about the chances for a permanent romantic relationship.

The challenges that Dean faces as he reveals his life choices were surprising and enlightening to me as I hadn’t really considered how bisexual folks are judged and sometimes criticized by folks who really should mind their own business. There are some elements of this story that were a little sticky for me, but I think they reflect that folks have blind spots and are imperfect. As always, the theme of “love me for who I am” is artfully depicted and as usual with this author, I consumed the story in one delightful gulp.

A copy of this story was provided to me for review

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Goddess Fish Promotions 10th Anniversary (VBT, guest post)

Congratulations to the hardworking team that comprises Goddess Fish!

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Ways to make your characters more real

The Goddess Fish team

I’ve been watching the TV series, “Numb3ers” recently and have been fascinated by the little tidbits they add in to create their characters and make them real and different. One of my favorite characters is Professor Larry Flineheart.  He’s real, and deep and intelligent, but also incredibly quirky.  How? Here are some examples:

1.     Larry only eats white food.  Who thinks of stuff like that?

2.     He loves baths. He does his best thinking there.  At one point, he’s homeless, but refuses to stay at Charlie’s house because there is only one tub there, and he doesn’t like to share.

3.     In season three he homes back from the space station to a kind of spiritual awakening.  He struggles with the dichotomy of belief in God and belief in science, though he doesn’t find them anomalous.

There are so many other things about him that are fascinating and interesting.  How do you make your characters different and memorable? Is it how they dress? The pets they keep?  A phobia? A quirk? Think outside the box when you’re doing character creation… no two people are the same.  No two people are perfect.  I want to read about someone I’ll think about for weeks, months or maybe years after. 


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Welcome to the Goddess Fish Promotions Tenth Anniversary Month Long Celebration!

Who is Goddess Fish Promotions? And what do we do? We're glad you asked!

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Yeah, for some reason, Judy won!

Even better, her poem is correct. We DO offer editing as one of our options

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I worked with Marianne on a complete edit and was very happy with the results. Her feedback was clear, easy to follow, and she probed on things I hadn’t thought of. She was also responsive whenever I had questions and helped me work through a few issues. Her feedback and guidance improved the quality of my manuscript, all at a very fair price. I’m working on my next book and plan to use their services again.

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Choosing the right editor for a project is incredibly important to an author. Let’s face it, we want the best for our books. When I was considering editors for my first indie-published book, Regenerate, I naturally thought of Goddess Fish Promotions–and I’m so glad I did.

Marianne Arkins and Judy Thomas are incredibly attentive and professional during the entire editing process. Their input was invaluable and the story is much stronger because they cared enough to help unsnarl plot points and find order in the chaos..

I can’t wait to work with them again. Truly, a top-notch editorial team! – Sarita Leone, award-winning author of Regenerate

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We hope you enjoyed getting to know us a little (more information is below) and we'd like to do the same. We'd LOVE to see a little poem that tells us a bit about you in the comments. We'll be awarding random book giveaways and $5 Amazon GCs to some of the best poetry we find. It might not be at every stop, but when something really makes us smile, we'll reward it! Come on, be daring...

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About Goddess Fish Promotions

Goddess Fish Promotions was established October 14, 2008. Why? Well, when Marianne became a published author and got her the first taste of trying to promote a book on a budget, there was only one other virtual book tour company in place at the time, and their fees were simply too high for a small press author. After coordinating and running her own tour, she knew other authors could use the same service for a reasonable price. Thus, Goddess Fish Promotions was born.

Because both Judy and Marianne were authors and editors prior to running Goddess Fish Promotions, they approach the business with a unique point of view, and treat their clients how they would expect to be treated.

The people behind the fish

Judy Thomas

Judy has a college degree in English and she’s worked in retail, education, at her local library as well as an editor for a small press and for the now defunct ShadowKeep Ezine. She’s also a published author so can see things from both sides of the fence. In 2013, she “retired” and now spends her days helping authors make their dream come true—as well as working as much as she can with her local theater group.

Marianne Arkins

Grammar freak and coffee lover, Marianne wrote her first novel at ten years old, built her first commercial website in 2000, and published for the first time in 2006. She worked as a professional editor for just over a year, and knows what it’s like to write, edit and promote a book on a budget.




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Sweet Sacrifice by L.D. Rose (Spotlight, excerpt, review, and GIVEAWAY) GFT

by L.D. Rose


GENRE:   Fantasy/paranormal



Former Navy SEAL Sebastian “Bash” Lockard died in Afghanistan after leaping on a grenade to save his comrades. Little did he know his act of heroism would grant him a ticket into Heaven’s elite army as one of the few and powerful Archangels. Struggling with his new existence, Bash still retains his human memories, leaving behind a wife he loves with all of his heart. Although he’s forbidden to see her, he can’t resist her lure, or the mortal desires he harbors for her.

As a young widow and nurse, Irene Lockard still mourns her husband two years after his untimely death. His absence is everywhere, and when her best friend weds, she hits an emotional rock bottom. As if summoned from the skies above, Sebastian appears before her, and they share an unforgettable night. But when he once again vanishes, she wonders if she’s truly gone mad with grief.

The only way Sebastian can remain with Irene is if he makes the ultimate sacrifice. But will she overcome her fear of losing him again to another war?



Her eyes snapped open, her vision blanketed by huge white feathers, before a giant wing shoved her back. Her arms flailed as she fell hard on her tailbone, the impact rattling up her spine and clacking her jaw shut.

Pain and awareness ripped into her, the veil of fantasy torn from her eyes as she gawked at the rail in front of her.

She was outside. In the dark. Ready to jump from her hotel balcony.

Her sharp intake of air scraped her ears, her heart kicking against her ribcage as she covered her gaping mouth with her hand. Holy shit. Did I sleepwalk? Was she really about to plummet to her death from fourteen stories high?

And did a huge bird just save her life?

Backpedaling across the concrete, the air cool against her thighs now that she’d nearly torn her dress in half, she hit the glass of the sliding balcony doors. Reaching up with a shaking hand, she clutched the handle and pulled herself haphazardly to her feet, yanking the door open and stumbling inside. She slammed it shut behind her, the glass rattling from the force of the blow as she flipped the lock closed. Retreating farther, she toppled onto the bed, staring at the night outside with growing horror.

She recounted her steps from when she’d arrived at the hotel. The elevator, the housekeeper, entering the room, sitting, crying, falling asleep, the river, the blood, the panic, the tree—

The tree.

Climbing the tree, touching its leaves, remembering . . .

A loud thump hit the balcony outside, muted by the thick glass. Her bleary eyes shot to the figure standing on the ledge and she released a cross between a sob and a shriek, then stifled her mouth with a hand.

Tall, bare-chested, his suit jacket and shirt bunched in his fist as he tossed them aside. Tattoos covered his arms, shoulders, and the base of his neck. Closer now, she discerned the pattern of inked wings, pale muscles rippling, lines and cuts he’d never worn before. His dark hair fell a little longer on top, disheveled from the wind, his face still carved with gorgeous edges, but thinner, wearier. His eyes were black holes, endless, consuming. Infinite.


His knuckles rapped on the glass, the sound sending a terrified jolt into her nervous system. His eyes bore into hers, cutting through the darkness.

“Reen. Open the door.”

Reen. Her nickname rumbled from his lips, his voice still that resonant timbre she adored. God, some nights she’d pleaded to hear that sound again, just to listen to him speak one last time.

This had to be another dream. He had to be a dream. She was hallucinating.

Christ, had Phillipe spiked her drink?

“Reen.” He grasped the handle, tugged on it, his inked bicep contracting. “I know you see me.”

She couldn’t move, nailed to the bed with fear, paralyzed by disbelief. He pressed both palms flat on the glass, big hands with callused fingers, hands that had memorized every part of her body. He broke eye contact, dipping his head as he murmured, “Please, baby. Let me in.”

As if his plea granted her motor skills, Irene was suddenly on her feet, hurrying across the carpet toward him. She struggled to control her shaking hands, trembles reverberating through her entire body. It took her three tries to flip the latch, and then she backed away, recoiling, afraid of this man who looked so much like her dead lover.

He pulled the slider open in a smooth, fluid movement, the cool ocean breeze escaping into the airless hotel. Setting his sights on her, he stepped over the threshold, his presence filling the room, overwhelming her entirely. When her back hit the main door, the opportunity to flee opened up wide, but she stilled as his scent wafted into her nostrils, a blend of sandalwood and her husband.

Sebastian. Her Sebastian.

The slider closed behind him, the finality of the sound echoing through her bones, and she couldn’t run.

Not from him. Never from him.

An almost strangled sigh escaped him and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. A gut-wrenching pain glittered in his dark eyes while he drank her in, his gaze skittering over her from head to toe, as if reacquainting himself with his broken disaster of a wife.

Finally, he approached her in the dark, closing the distance between them, and she pressed harder against the door. If he held her, if he so much as touched her, she would be lost to him, squandering any semblance of sanity she’d managed to retain in these awful years without him.

Blistering tears flowed freely down her cheeks as he halted mere inches away, so close, so goddamn close his warmth radiated off his bare chest. He lifted a hand and she flinched, stopping him as if she’d slapped him. The pained expression on his face yanked a wretched sob from her throat, and she just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe he stood right there in front of her.

The medal, the flag, the decorated casket, the salute . . . had it all been a lie?

His finger brushed her cheek, tentative, soft, waiting for her to strike. When she didn’t, he cupped her face in his hand, his skin still rough and callused, wiping away her tears with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, unable to resist his warmth, and he framed her face with his free hand, staring into her eyes with a need so raw it stole what little breath she had left in her burning lungs.

“My God.” He whispered the words, as if he didn’t have the strength to give them voice. “I’ve missed you.”

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L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she's been known to delve into horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. L.D. Rose is a PAN member of the RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious cats.

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My review:

4.25 stars

Sweet Sacrifice by L.D. Rose is a contemporary paranormal/fantasy romance that is part of ‘The Soul Mate Tree’ series.  Widow Irene Lockard has still not gotten past the loss of her heroic SEAL husband who sacrificed his life to save the others on his team. Sebastian “Bash” Lockard is still coming to terms with his role as a newbie archangel but the requirement that he put aside the love and devotion he still has for his wife may be the one thing that he can’t comply with.

I always enjoy stories that highlight military heroes and the twist that includes archangels and an even larger war being conducted made this a fascinating tale for me. I liked the different slant on such things as the manifestation of wings and weapons, and the intense connection between the main characters is lushly romantic although I was definitely puzzled about how things would work out. There are a few things that I’m not quite satisfied with (including the explanation of how Bash is reintegrated into the role he chooses at the end) and wow, what a harsh and ascetic afterlife! Those who are squeamish should be advised that there is a bit of violence depicted with a fair amount of clinical detail. I was captured by the story immediately and loved the gradual revelations. I wasn’t quite sure about the Soul Tree’s involvement with these two except for very brief encounters and I think a lot of things were a bit glossed over but this was still a very fun and entertaining read.

A copy of this story was provided for review

Monday, October 15, 2018

Reckless Beginnings by Tina Hogan (VBT, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT

I am happy to share a guest post by author Tina Hogan Grant (who I am fascinated to learn is the daughter of a science fiction author whose works I have enjoyed), who shares...

Tina Hogan Grant
If most authors are like me, this is an area that at times can feel overwhelming. Writing the book was the easy part. Now we have to learn marketing. I am learning new things everyday and researching tips and ideas by reading an endless list of books, browsing the internet, talking to other writers and joining many groups to interact with others. Marketing is time consuming and tedious and results do not happen overnight. It takes time to figure what works and will bring results. It’s a case of trial and error. Some methods will works, while others fail miserably.
Here is a list of what I am doing to promote my book.
Have a website - It’s a no brainer that you will need a platform where readers can see your work, get updates and get to know you on a personal level. Be sure you use a custom domain name that people will recognize. Mine is Set it up as soon as you can and add content that will engage your readers and entice them to keep coming back. On my site I do the following:
      A weekly blog
      A day in my life
      Author’s corner with interviews and book reviews
      Top ten lists
      Writing tips
Be on social media: Social media is huge and I believe a necessity when it comes to promoting your book. I think the most important ones to be a part of are Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. These are the three where I post the most. Make sure you have an author’s page on Facebook. Join some writing, reading and author groups. Interact within the groups. Post regularly on twitter and Instagram. Don’t just talk about your book. Talk about what you are currently reading, a day in your life, your writing progress, your goals. Make it interesting and mix it up.
Podcasts & Media: If you can get a podcast or media interview that is great. Send them an email describing your book, why you wrote it and how people will benefit from your story.  You never know, one of them may contact you.
Hold contests: Once my book is available I plan on holding a weekly giveaway on Facebook for one signed copy. You can also organize giveaways on Goodreads and your website.
Book clubs: Contact book clubs on and off line to read your book. Offer to attend a discussion about the book either in person or via skype.
Contest: Enter your book in contests. There are hundreds online to choose from. Some are free. Other have a fee.     
 Do a virtual Book Tour : Spread the word about your book and get the exposure you need with virtual book tours. Fees vary depending on what kind of tour you want but i think they are worth it, versus trying to organize a tour on your own.
These are just a few idea I have to market your book. Everyday I try and think of new ways to promote my book and apply different methods to see what will work and what won’t.


Tina Hogan Grant


GENRE: Women’s Fiction  (based on true events)



Tammy Mellows, a fourteen-year-old native of England, was shocked when her father and troubled older sister, Donna, moved to the States.

With her family now separated by divorce and divided by an ocean, Tammy felt helpless when she learned Donna had run away and couldn’t be found.

Thanks to her father insisting she stay behind in England to finish school, Tammy could do nothing for the next three years but pray that Donna would be found safe.

When Tammy’s lifelong dream of moving to the States was finally fulfilled, she had high hopes of looking for Donna. But with no leads and faced with turmoil in her own life, there wasn’t much Tammy could do.

After a forbidden secret love affair and a catastrophic dispute with her father, Tammy eventually meets Steven, settles down and has his child, only to discover he is a heroin addict. Thrown into a life of drugs and violence. Shadowed by his addiction, she becomes the silent and forgotten one. Living in fear of what Steven might be capable of and struggling alone to provide for her young son.

What consequences might she face if she leaves Steven? Is she ever going to find her sister alive? Will she have enough courage to conquer the impossible challenges of her twisted world and still come out on top?



“What should I do?” Tammy asked. “Should I come over there or should I call him on the phone?”

Joanne sighed. “Well, your father doesn’t want to see you right now.”


“He needs to calm down and accept this in his own time. It may take him a while and, if I were you, I wouldn’t rush him. Let him call you when he’s ready.”

Tammy couldn’t believe her father didn’t want to see her. “Does he hate me?”

“No, he doesn’t hate you. You’re his daughter. He’s just upset right now. He’ll come around eventually. Just give him some time.”

Tammy was astonished. She didn’t realize how much this was going to hurt her father. Their relationship had always been good and they’d never experienced any conflicts, up until now. Lost in her thoughts, Tammy’s head buzzed with questions and fears. Mainly, she feared her father would never forgive her.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Tina Hogan Grant was born in England and grew up in a small town on the Yorkshire Moors. She is the youngest daughter of science fiction author, James P. Hogan. After moving to California, she became a commercial lobster fisherwoman, fishing off the coast of Southern California for ten years with her husband Gordon.

For fourteen years, she’d had a notion of writing her debut novel “Reckless Beginnings”. But it wasn’t until the sudden death of her father in 2010 and a battle with breast cancer a year later that she made the decision to get it done. Seven years later, she finally completed it. She is now working on a sequel titled,  “Better Endings.”

She currently resides with her husband in the small mountain community of Frazier Park in Southern California. Together they enjoy anything that involves the outdoors, fishing, hiking, kayaking and riding quads.

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