Out at the Inn ~ 2nd edition and NEW cover!

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Along the majestic shoreline of the central coast of California lies a secret.  Leah Van Heusen has discovered an ancient house amongst some overgrown foliage.  The house is amazing and eerie.  Most women wouldn’t have taken a step inside, but Leah is intrigued and feels drawn to the old mansion.

After seeking out the owner and purchasing the entire estate for a single dollar, Leah wonders if she has taken on more than she bargained for.  As she begins the restoration, she learns who her real friends and real family really are.  What’s a few ghosts between friends?

Between repairs, upgrades, and the old house’s secrets, Leah has her hands full.  When she finds a hidden staircase, Leah realizes that coming to grips with her sexuality and dating are now the least of her worries.  Then, just as her beloved dream of running an inn is about to become a reality, she suddenly finds it is in jeopardy. 

Will Leah discover who is willing to kill for the inn and the immense fortune she has found in time to save her dream?

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August 31, 1997 is one of those days that a lot of people know EXACTLY where they were.  It was the day that Princess Diana died.  I remember that day vividly.  I was in San Luis Obispo County, California, shopping for a second home.  We were contemplating a move from our home in Huntington Beach and possibly selling the townhome we owned.  My boys and I were staying in a hotel in Atascadero when we heard the news.  I called my mother immediately as I knew she was an avid royal-watcher.  We were both devastated.

I’m sure news like this, such as the Kennedy assassinations stay with people as days that are burned into your psyche for life.

In January of 1998 we moved my businesses up to Morro Bay and we moved to Los Osos, slowly.  I’d ‘commute’ the four hours between San Luis Obispo or SLO as it were called to Huntington Beach, every few days.  We had our standard black poodle Abner in those days and he was a good companion.  Sometimes, my boys would go with me, depending on if it were a weekend.  Each trip I took a trailer load of things from our house to the house we were renting as we hadn’t found one to buy, not yet (that would come later).

In the middle of this move my mother suffered three strokes.  I joked with her that she was just trying to get out of moving heavy boxes.  After rehab where she relearned to talk and walk, I took her to Los Osos.  That brisk, clear air not only helped her recover faster, but my son’s childhood asthma went away.

We lived in that area for three and a half years, with both homes (as I later bought a house up there too) and my boys and I explored the Central Coast.  We went up to Big Sur and climbed the cliffs on the coast, hiked in the mountains, and collected jade and moonstone along the beaches.  By then we had a Golden Retriever we named Sophie and the beaches were a great source of enjoyment for myself, the boys, and the dogs.  A place exactly like what takes place in my book OUT AT THE INN.  It’s where I got the idea for this story, those locations are so very distinctive.

It is with great pleasure that I announce a second edition of my book, newly edited, tweaked, and a few things polished.  I’m also thrilled to show you the new cover.  I hope, if you haven’t already read it, that you enjoy your first read-through, and if you have already bought a copy, hit me up, I’ll send you the updated copy (proof of purchase required).

Purchase your copy here!

Mile High Club, 2nd edition

Mile High Club

A short story that isn’t quite what you expect it to be. Warm, loving, and erotic, joining the MILE HIGH CLUB wasn’t going to turn out like expected.

Available on my website along with the various links where you can buy it!

Love of my LIFE, 2nd edition

Love of my LIFE

When I meet the love of my life, a whirlwind romance of love, passion, and happily ever after will follow, right?  Marriage…until DEATH do us part.

Drama, intrigue, romance, and passion…what a great combination for $0.99!

Available here with all the corresponding links!

Squirrel

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I have a standing joke with several of my friends where, when we become distracted, we say SQUIRREL or SHINY, or, if it’s really bad, SHINY SQUIRREL.  You get the reference, squirrels are always easily distracted and if it’s shiny, it’s worse.  Authors aren’t much different.  So, I find this funny.  I also find squirrels cute, as I didn’t have to deal with them trying to get in under our roof, building nests, being destructive when I grew up, my mother had some stories that made them seem like the pests they can be.  They also tend to create havoc when bird feeders are involved.

I can stop and watch a video of a squirrel because I find them amusing, clever, and cute as hell…hence the ‘distraction’ when I’m trying to write.14717122_998578910251411_550216731590625770_n

Since my friends know of this quirk of mine, I get a lot of squirrel pictures or share them with a select few.  I even went so far as to make the Shiny Squirrel, something several of them find funny or roll their eyes at.the-shiny-squirrel-cover

Last fall, I went to visit my girlfriend who lent me their family cabin for a week so I could relax after traveling so much, be near enough for her to visit, and to get away from it all.  It was beautiful and I posted pictures in my Facebook timeline before about the house I had to myself…or, as it turns out, not so to myself. 20161019_111321.jpg

I tend to ‘hear’ things.  I am told it’s because I’m sensitive to things beyond my knowledge (for now).  Some of it is ghosts, my mother has let me know messages from beyond, and others who either live with me, reach out, or even haunt me.  My cats are frequently seen in my house, definitely heard, and knock stuff around…the last one died before this last trip so the fact that these cats are gone means I’m hearing their ghosts…it’s annoying but I live with it.  Just last week the one that I last put down sharpened her claws on my carpeted steps…she’s been gone since September.  IMG_20150809_104958She really needs to stop acting like the living and move on…I’m told she won’t move on until I do from this house…that’s another story. (see how I get off track from a story…squirrel)

So, staying in this fairly remote (and beautiful) cabin, I heard the first night a rather high-pitched peeping noise.  Turned out it was a plug in to keep mice at bay.  I told my girlfriend about it and she said, unplug it.  Then she seemed ‘obsessed’ about preventing an infestation of mice, involving her father in the whole thing, putting down a TON (and stinky, you can have TOO much of that ‘spring fresh’ scent) mass of dryer sheets to ‘keep them away’ and discourage their living in the house.  She was rather overboard about it, and I didn’t think anything of it.  bounce-sheetsI just thought she was concerned about me staying there, wanted my time pleasant, and mice are destructive.  Turns out, there was another story to it that she just told me…FOUR MONTHS LATER.

She had been visiting me, we were sitting at the kitchen table chatting.  My back was to the room, her valiant husky was on the floor…sleeping (the lazy thing)big_husky and, apparently, we had another guest that she didn’t quite tell me about…a squirrel.

Since my back was to the room she glanced beyond me, saw something out of the corner of her eye (I frequently see things like that when the ghosts are particularly active, but when I tell her, I can hear her mentally rolling her eyes).  The something was a squirrel…in the cabin.  It hopped to the steps, climbed them to the first landing, and then perused the room…looking at both my girlfriend and I, analyzing the threat of the sleeping, and lazy dog, husky-hates-dog-shampoo-smelland deciding we weren’t that much of a consideration as it continued on up the steps.  When my girlfriend excused herself to make a phone call, I thought nothing of it.  After all, we are both busy individuals.  When she came back from the phone call (more than one I have now found out) was when we HAD to go shopping and pick up those dryer sheets to lay all over the cabin…as per her father’s ‘suggestion.’  Apparently, she had demanded that he come down and catch the thing.  He told her he had TRIED over the years to no avail and to use the dryer sheets which they can’t stand the smell of.  She next tried her sister, again demanding that she come down and catch the thing.  She was told she had exterminators in there who had tried to catch the things…again, nothing.  So, the stinky (and overwhelming) dryer sheets were apparently the answer.

I have now envisioned the possibility (because I’m creative like that) of waking up with a squirrel sitting on my chest, squirrel-officer-8looking into my face, waiting for me to wake up…and my girlfriend, saying nothing, because she didn’t want to ‘scare’ the squirrel, and, of course, pet-halloween-costume-312__605the dog doing nothing because she was too lazy and sleeping…

Anyway, that’s my squirrel story and I’m sticking to it (for now, until I can embellish some more) and I worry that my girlfriend kept the true parts of this story to herself for four months, feeling I might feel uncomfortable staying there with a rodent in residence, which, her father assured her, was probably up the chimney at that point.  I did hear the patter of ‘little feet’ on the roof as I recall during my stay there…but contrarily, I also heard branches against the windows and those killer ‘ninja’ squirrels could have gotten me…and then, where the hell would I have been?hqdefault

Hope you’ve enjoyed the latest ‘story’ 16176050_10155035355992682_1729968539_n as well as the one coming soon!

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