The Claim

Hey Folks, This week we’re back to more science fiction with the sequel to In the Siberian Fields: The Claim. Adolph Hitler, terrible as he was, was nothing but a pawn. One in a series of strings tugged by a puppeteer. Hitler was vanquished, but the entity that gave him rise never went away. Two centuries and two decades after the rise of Hitler, the same entity is still pulling strings. And he’s almost accomplished the … Read more

The Implications

Hey Folks This time I thought I’d go back to a crime/mystery/suspense novel. In The Implications, a body washes up on the beach in a normally quiet rural town. Naturally, the marshal suddenly finds he has his hands full. But when the body proves to have ties to known mobsters, the marshal’s job gets a lot tougher very quickly. And the coroner’s brand new assistant being a dead ringer for the marshal’s deceased wife only adds … Read more

The Clearing

Hey Folks, Back to books written under my own name. Something for crime/mystery/detective fans out there. The clearing. It’s beautiful. It’s remote. It’s a perfect setting for magic and romance and the plucking of young, ripe, forbidden fruit. And it’s a graveyard. This is a strongly emotional, fast-paced crime thriller / psychological suspense novel. On one side, Randall B Cregg’s father has always hoped his son would feel a calling to take over the church someday. … Read more

Suction Cups

Disraeli Jones was in a bad way. He sat on the white marble floor in the lobby in the Hampton Arms. His right leg was splayed at an angle out from his body. His left leg was the same way to the knee, but there it bent back toward his right. The sole of his left shoe pressed against the inside of the right leg of his trousers just above the knee. His back was against … Read more

The Fading of Jill Montgomery

Soon Jill Montgomery fell into an easy rhythm on the trail through City Park. Her arms and legs pumped, her shoulders and hips rolled. It seemed easier than ever before. She felt light as a feather, could barely feel her footfalls on the gravel path crunching beneath her. The furrows on her brow smoothed away, as if slipping from her forehead on beads of sweat. They trickled down her cheeks and off her jawline. Running every … Read more

Ice Scream

Warning: This is a psychological-suspense horror story. It contains strong mental images. Susan Jordan jerked awake, naked and frantic and chilled. Her eyes were wide, her breath caught in her throat. But she was dizzy. Groggy. Like dreaming of being in a dream. She found her breath, and in it, relief. A nightmare. It was a nightmare. Only a nightmare. And it was vibrant. As she left the IGA, she looked over her shoulder. She smiled … Read more

The Spring

In jeans and an olive-drab t-shirt, Mark Smith sat on his front porch in the late evening hours of November first. His M-14 rifle—well, the civilian version, a reasonable facsimile still in 7.62 millimeter—lay across his lap. Over the past half-hour, he’d disassembled, cleaned and reassembled the rifle. It was a weekly chore, and it kept him connected. The sounds of some inane sitcom filtered out through the door, complete with the laugh track. He shook … Read more