My first book, a domestic suspense/thriller, came out about ten years ago. It was the first novel I ever completed, and I was blessed to have a wonderful manuscript evaluation and edit done by successful author M.R. Henderson.  

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After entering several contests, the e-book was first published by a small press from New Jersey, and then, when they closed, I was picked up by Splice Publishing, who put the book out in e-book and paperback. Unfortunately, Splice also closed after a few years, but my dream of getting a book out into the world definitely became a reality.

In the last ten years I have been working on two other suspense/thrillers and a psychological thriller with horror elements. I’m currently gearing up to begin the query process and look forward to getting more of my books out into the world.

One year I participated in Nanowrimo and managed to create a prequel to When Love Won’t Die, which is still in the rough draft stage, but who knows? If there’s enough interest from my readers, I may publish this novella titled, Losing Charlotte.

For those who read my book, and for those who love this genre, I’m including a short excerpt from Losing Charlotte to give you a brief snapshot of my villain, Mel Hanson:

Charlotte ducked as the plate hurled past her, smashing against the cupboards and spewing tomato sauce and noodles all over the floor.

“Can’t you do anything right?” Mel shrieked.

Charlotte wouldn’t look at him. She knelt down and began to pick up the larger pieces of the broken dish. She cringed at the sound of Mel pushing his chair away from the table. Her body still ached from the beating he had given her two days ago and she shuddered, waiting for another attack.

“I’m going out to get something decent to eat,” he said. He leaned over her and pulled her up by her hair, turning her around until they were face to face. “And this house had better be spotless when I get back!”

“I’m sorry, Mel,” Charlotte whispered.

Mel smacked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m sick of all your sorrys.” On his way past her, he pushed her down with so much force she splayed across the floor, her hands slamming into the broken shards of glass. It took her a moment to compose herself enough to sit up. Her palms stung as she removed the sharp pieces of the broken bowl from her skin, her blood mixing with the splatters of tomato sauce seeping onto the floor.

She waited. Waited for the sound of the front door slamming and the rattle of Mel’s car revving up in the driveway before she slid toward one of the kitchen chairs and used it to help her stand. She could feel the warm stains of the tomato sauce on her back. Looking down, her clothes were covered in splatters, but she couldn’t worry about herself. She had no idea how long Mel would be gone and she knew better than to have the kitchen anything other than spotless for his return.