My first translated book SAPPHIC COWGIRL in Spanish to VAQUERA SÁFICA

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Looking for Lesbian Fiction in Spanish?  Here is my first translated Novella!

Marley se ha convertido en una exitosa ranchera y criadora de caballos.  Los caballos Gypsy Vanner se han convertido en su vida.  Ella toma TODAS las decisiones de su vida, de su trabajo, y de su hogar, pero está terriblemente sola.

Alexandra, o Alex como la llaman sus amigos, ha sido independiente y estado sola durante mucho tiempo.  Muy exitosa en su trabajo, el cual le da gran satisfacción, encuentra que estar sola es su desventaja más grande.

Cuando las dos amigas de toda la vida se reúnen después de años aparte, ¿podría la chispa que ahora sienten cerrar la brecha que las separó durante tanto tiempo? ¿Han ambas crecido y superado la mezquindad y la competencia que las guió antes? Como mujeres adultas, ¿reconocerán la chispa como atracción y harán algo al respecto?

Para Alex son muchas primeras oportunidades, ¿podrá sobreponer su vacilación de la atracción que siente por su ex amiga, podrá confiar en Marley lo suficiente como para entrar en una relación sexual que afectará la vida de ambas?


Snowmobiles and my knee

Lapland, Arctic Circle Snowmobile 1  When I was a child I was driving a snowmobile, I must have been about 10-11 years old…far too young to be riding much less driving alone…sure enough I got in an accident. SmallSnowmobiles_sm-16I was riding alongside a snow fence…you know those fences they put up to keep the drifting snow from drifting too far, it creates a snowdrift right next to the fence, perfect for snowmobiles to ride on…or so I thought. snowmobile1My left knee was hanging off the snowmobile an inch too far and I got an inch too close to the fence.  It caught my knee and ripped me off the machine.  It also damaged my knee cap pretty bad.  The snowmobile continued on without me, coming to rest with it’s runners on each side of a tree, no damage to it fortunately.  As I was over at a friend’s house, wasn’t supposed to be riding the snowmobile without an adult (my mom’s edict), and had been going fairly fast in the yard…I was relieved there was no dents or dings to the sled.  I limped my way over to the sled, turned it off, and made my way into my friends house to tell her what had happened.  I immediately started to cry in an effort at sympathy as I had been in accident, probably was now reacting to the pain in my knee, and didn’t want to get into trouble.  Since the sled was okay, the logic of two 10-11 year old kids was, everything is okay…right?   I also didn’t want our parents to know because it would certainly curb our activities (I was a tomboy so we didn’t want that).  I called for a ride home and hid it from my brother who picked me up, as well as my mom, whose eagle eye didn’t miss the bruise…she just didn’t see how severe the bruise was close up.

As a mom, I realize now I should have gone to the hospital for x-rays as apparently there was internal damage and that could have been fixed back then.  But what 10-11 year old thinks like that?  Instead, I hid my limp pretty well, the bruising (which was extensive) as well, and didn’t tell my mother until I too was an adult…but she kinda guessed in that whole mother-knows-all kinda way.   Mom’s…we know things.

Today I hiked into town (since I live in a village outside of a major town in the Big Woods), it’s only a mile.  I consider it my mandatory way to exercise since as a writer I frequently keep myself housebound…you guessed it…writing.  My doctor would be proud at that two mile (one into town, one back) hike…including going to the restaurant I was headed for (Subway, this time), and the gas station to check my lottery tickets (I didn’t win you can tell or this would be a whole different blog!).   I frequently have trouble with my joints due to chemotherapy and radiation from my cancer scare over a decade ago.  But, I can’t help but wonder if my knee is due in most part to hiding my injuries as a child and keeping that secret from my Mom.

Occasionally I will be walking up stairs and that knee just gives out.  It can be embarrassing in public.  It is definitely annoying as I live in three-story duplex and whether I am going upstairs to the bathroom or the bedrooms, or downstairs to the rec room or laundry room…I can get ‘stuck’ on a step and unable to use that left knee properly.  The cat has never been too sympathetic to my maladies…but I notice as she get’s older, she too has troubles with steps.

I can’t help wondering if it’s just the change in weather that has me thinking about my joints and most particularly my knee…or perhaps it was the mile hike in the beautiful fall weather, watching the leaves blow across my path into town, the ones left on the trees changing colors before they too will fall, or if it was the throbbing pain in my knee because I don’t use it often enough?

I don’t exercise as much as I could, but it is a great way for introspection and I have concluded I should have told my Mom that information so long ago.  I also have concluded that kids are sneaky beings who bear watching.  My own, I convinced them that I had eyes in the back of my head…but then that is a blog for another day.

Meanwhile, secrets….they are fun to figure out…

Read my latest SMALL TOWN ANGEL where a small town gal comes to town and brings her secrets with her!Front Cover (2)

Small towns are notorious for secrets … but what if you bring your secrets with you?

Amy Adams arrives in Northpoint, Wisconsin on a Greyhound bus.  Small towns are well known for not taking to strangers, but THIS stranger decides to stay.

Amy has a look around and to her, it ‘feels’ like home. She rents a cabin in the woods outside of town and proceeds to look for a place to open a store.  Renting to own from one of the locals, she soon finds herself making friends and making waves.  She won’t discuss where she is from and has nothing to say about her past.

People are extremely curious. This Southern Belle has them talking.

Abby Shipman, the Chief of Police in this neck of the woods is intrigued by the decidedly mysterious

and straight redheaded whirlwind that has blown into town. It’s curious that she won’t talk about her past and she is certainly uncomfortable around Abby … or is it cops in general?

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A fan letter from Russia

e543_olde_tyme_writing_setWith all the wonderful fan letters that I get via email, social media, and…occasionally…via snail mail this one stood out.  Because, not only is it from Russia, but she tries so hard to master the difficult language of English.  I can only imagine how hard that is.  I can only imagine how hard Russian is!  I am however pleased and thrilled to have heard from her and want to share her wonderful letter.   Enjoy!

Dear KAnne!

My letter is not going to take much time from you. I just would like to express my respect to you and  everything you are doing and say thanks for that.  I am very happy you are reading the letter!Thank you very much!

My name is Inna Baskakova. I am twenty three years old. I live in a small town in the South of Russia.

I have been studying English for seven years. My best dream ever was can speak, write and listen English.  Time ago I  found your books in internet. I was so impressed by your way of thinking!! I was compleatly charming! And everything thank to your  personality! You are the wisest author I have ever read! Your good works dont let me give up studying English! When I am feel so bad and helpless I open your website and watch covers of your books. It is reassuring and i feel able to study again. You are who give me the power of spirit to go ahead. And  you are beautiful woman! I know you are very strong person and very talented author.  One day I would love to be like you – beautiful,intelligent, wonderful!!! You are unlike the others. There is something about you.You are the queen of the genre. You are truly master of writing. Thank you very much for inspiration!
It was always attraction to me the USA, the language, the culture, the literature!  I am dreaming to visit it one day!
As there are not english teachers in our town(nobody wants to work for a small salary), our children cannot learn English at school. So happened to me. I started learn English by myself when i was sixteen. English is hard to stydy. i must say:) But i was studing. Now I make a lot of mistakes but i can write. But I cannot speak. I have nobody to speak English to. But my deep desire to know the language doesnt permit me quit. I speak with myself. Every day whenever i have time for it.

Thanks to the web i am able to download your books. That is so beautiful!!! Actually i have not much time for reading, as I work. But every evening I open PDF-file and really enjoy reading.  Reading is a better world to me. It is a miracle.

I would love to be an English teacher. I really desire to read English authors and tell about it to world, to children!! There is nothing beautiful  in the whole world than English language and Literature. I would love to do it professionally. I want to have a degree. I tried enter university for four year but i never pass exams. The next year i am going to do it again.

I am writing to you beacause I would like to ask you for authograph. I would love to have one. I know i should study more to become a real reader of your booksl but you are who give me an inspiration.Thank you very much for your writing and your beautiful way to live!   Thank you very much for reading my letter.

Blessing.With all my respect and love.

Thank you!

bookthanks-1For a writer of Lesbian Fiction, we don’t get the same monies, status, or acclaim that other authors get.  We do it for the love of the story, for the fans, those who love to read a story that has two female characters (or more) in it.  I personally love to write romance and all the little drama that goes into it to get them where they need to be.  I want to thank my readers for their following of my books, my stories, my babies as they and I have grown.  I was delightfully surprised when my latest offering to you SMALL TOWN ANGEL reached #4 on Amazon! Capture and continues to be in the top 100 of Lesbian Fiction!  The feedback I get on my books makes me feel so proud that my story affected someone so much!  Your reviews have been kind, I got 5-5 star reviews almost immediately.

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 I just want my fans to KNOW how much I appreciate them and their kind words, support, and the sales almost immediately: Capture for my little old mystery story about Wisconsin….

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and by next month I’ll be offering my new PIRATE novel:

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as well as my new novella in the ongoing Malice series:

 Macerating Malice Book 18   This author SINCERELY thanks you for ALL your support.  Feel free to e-mail me with your thoughts, books you’d like to see, or opinions on the books of mine you have read!  Check out all my books at and watch this blog for more news!

A wonderful article about me and my works

Recently I released some information that THE SEATTLE LESBIAN saw fit to share, nationwide.  Please take a moment to go to her article and share it!  I really enjoy what she has put together for me.  Enjoy!

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Those were the days

The good old days….

When my boys were younger and I was richer (relatively speaking) we had two dogs.  One, a standard poodle by the name of Abner and one, a golden retriever by the name of Sophie.

Mary, Chip, Abner Morro Bay 2000We had gotten Abner when he was a year old.  I had seen him when he was only a few months old and the owners mother was watching him.  He was exuberant, beautiful, and he took my son down in three strides, lol.  I said to her, if you ever get rid of that dog, give me first right of refusal.  Sadly, her daughter passed away and as she had gotten the standard poodle as a status symbol along with the Mercedes.  Her husband HATED the dog and let his little dogs nip at his long legs.  She wanted to rehome him and approached me.  She wanted $300 for him and I would have his papers.  I said, no, he’s to be a pet, not a show dog and I don’t care about his papers, but I do love the breed.  She mulled it over and offered me him for $100.  She brought him by to see if we were compatible.  He had never been trained, was ill mannered, and humping everything.  My mother, who lived with me (or was that me with her?) said NO!  Then we discussed it, I would train him (I used to show dogs) and we agreed to take him.  The woman brought him over, no collar, no receipt, no nothing and we acquired the dog we named Abner.  He was so ill-mannered I had him into the vet in three days to have him fixed, a collar on him in minutes, and was working on his manners that same day!  Poor guy never knew what hit him as I trained him to be the polite dog he became.

Sophie 6-8-03Then it was time a year or two later to get Sophie.  I had promised my oldest son a dog of his own.  We started hitting up the pound.  The only two golden retrievers we could find were Sophie and another dog that could JUMP six foot fences.  They didn’t tell us Sophie could dig under them JUST AS FAST!  She was ill-mannered to a degree too.  She had been found wandering the streets and for that first year she looked longingly at pick-up trucks and for a guy…must have been her former owner.  We picked her up from the vets office because our county insisted on all pound dogs to be fixed…she already had been but they didn’t see the scars until they opened her up again and couldn’t find her girl parts.  So Sophie got fixed TWICE!  She was afraid to get in our SUV though.  We took her home, Abner was delighted to have someone to play with, but when he tried to dominate her, she turned on him so quick that he was shocked and learned his place pretty fast.  He did teach her to love car rides, it became a competition between them.

Christmas that year was a delight with the boys so young and the pets (we had three cats too).  Everyone got presents.  I got Sophie a nice squeaky plastic tube of dogpaste…so she could keep her teeth clean as she squeaked and chewed.  Abner got a nice hedgehog that seemed to delight him, until he realized Sophie got a toy too.  It was funny to watch them as they both enviously watched the other with THEIR toy.  Eventually, they switched and were very pleased with the trade.

That hedgehog marked the year of change…in a lot of ways.  I began traveling a LOT and each time I came home I brought presents…always a hedgehog and something else for the dogs.  Sophie had a thing for hedgehogs from that year on.  Not because she liked to make them squeak, but because she would chew the seams until the stuffing would come out.  Then she would enjoy the outside to her hearts content…I called them roadkill.  It didn’t matter what animal it was, hedgehogs lasted longer and were special.


One year, I brought home toys made for great danes.  I figured that at least then Sophie (we had let Abner go at this point) wouldn’t be able to chew through them as quickly.  The eighteen inch high hedgehog I did not give her.  I put him on a six foot shelf in my bedroom.  Sophie would look at him up on the shelf each time she came in the bedroom. I knew by the soft brown eyes she used on me (golden retrievers are masters at that) that she wanted him..she looked at him so longingly.  She’d come into the room, look up very deliberately at the shelf where he sat, and then glance at me to see if I was watching her.  It was really quite amusing.  She had all these other toys, the ones she was slowly destroying to roadkill, and yet, the one she wanted the most, the hedgehog just sat there…for years.

I finally gave in, after all it was kinda mean but it was also time.  I handed him to her when we moved and it took her two weeks to turn what was a beautiful specimen of a toy into roadkill.  She loved every moment of it.  Over the years she had other hedgehogs, but none were ever as big as that one, or as special because she had to wait for it.

I miss having a fur baby in my household.  Someday I will again.  Meanwhile, my memories will hold me over…RIP Sophie and Abner; you were a special part of mine and my kids’ lives….