Wednesday, August 29, 2018


This still makes me laugh, and I wrote it!


"You still killed a DEA agent."

"He had it coming."

"You have to answer for that, Mr. Delvecchio."

I narrowed my eyes. "I've been kidnapped and nearly raped by a SWAT officer, kidnapped and tortured by a crooked cop, attacked by another cop, stabbed by an assassin, attacked by my father-in-law, held hostage at gunpoint, shot at by people who kidnapped my husband, assaulted by mob thugs, kidnapped by an insane doctor running a drug lab, sold as a sex slave, kidnapped and held hostage by drug dealers running a child slavery ring, hid out with an Irish mobster, crashed twelve cars, and—"

"Thirteen cars, caro," Sal added. "You forgot the one you drove through the front of the art gallery."

I shot Sal a quick smile before glaring at the DEA dick again. "I've crashed thirteen cars and been crushed by an elephant. My husband is commander of one of the most elite SWAT units in the city. My uncle is the police commissioner. My parents are Lancaster and Cynthia Harris. My best friend is the son of a mobster. My husband's best friend is an FBI agent. I have a blood bond with the head of the Irish mob. I have twin baby girls who went through teething at the same time."

I crossed my arms as I took a step closer to the DEA agent. I smirked when he took a quick step back. "Do you seriously think you scare me?"


Wednesday, August 22, 2018



Cade Creek 19
coming September 20th
Happy and Marc have been together for a couple of years and things are going good for them. Once they bring a puppy into the family, Happy starts to wonder if they need to expand their family. He's positive Marc would make an excellent father, even if he's a little unsure if he would himself.
Deputy Marc Walker had no idea when he rescued Joy that she would come to mean so much to him and Happy. She was the little girl he had always dreamed about, and she was in need of his protection and the love of life only Happy could provide.
When someone comes for Joy, Marc has to decide if giving Joy up is the best thing for her or if it will destroy the sweet little girl he has come to adore. He'll need to call in his friends and co-workers to help keep her safe while they figure out who is after her.

Happy was going to bounce right out of his boots. He was...well...happy. Marc had the rest of the day off and they were spending it together, and they were attending Happy's first fireworks show, and he'd made a double batch of cookies.
Could the day get any better?
"Okay, Happy," Marc said as he walked into the house, "everything is loaded in the truck. Are you ready to go?"
Happy nodded enthusiastically. "Mama said she would meet us there. She has something she needs to do first."
"How is she going to get there?" Marc asked. "The fireworks show is at the fairgrounds."
"" Happy's brow puckered as he glanced toward the backdoor. The stairs that led to his mother's one bedroom apartment over the garage was just outside. "I don't know."
Maybe he should go ask?
"Well, run up and ask her. I'll wait in the truck."
Happy grinned before taking off out the backdoor. He hurried up the stairs and started to reach for the doorknob when he remembered what Marc had said about barging in unannounced. His mother deserved her privacy.
Happy didn't totally understand it. Why would she need her privacy, especially from him? She was his mother. Whatever the reason, Happy loved his mother and would do anything to make her happy.
He raised his hand and knocked. A moment later, the door opened. "Hi, Mama."
Anna O'Brian smiled. "Happy."
"You sure look pretty, Mama." She wore a light layering of makeup that seemed to make her green eyes stand out and gave her a youthful look he'd never seen on her face before. Her light brown hair was pulled back from her face and secured on her head in an artful bun.
"How are you getting to the fireworks show?" he asked. "Do you need me and Marc to come get you? We can. It would be no problem."
Anna smiled as she patted Happy's arm. "It's okay, son. I have a ride. I'll meet you there."
Happy cocked his head to one side as something that might have been confusion filled him. "You have a ride?" He didn't understand the flush that filled his mother's cheeks, but it sure looked pretty on her. "With who?"
"You go on to the fairgrounds, Happy. I'll see you there."
Happy's jaw dropped when his mother shut the door.
She shut the door!
In a daze, Happy walked back down the stairs and out to the truck. He didn't understand any of this. It had been weird enough when his mother got her hair cut then started wearing makeup. She'd even gone on a shopping trip and bought a bunch of new clothes. Now she was being weird?
What was going on?
Happy climbed into the truck and shut the door. When the truck didn't start moving, he turned to look at Marc. "We're going to be late."
"They won't start setting off the good fireworks until it gets dark out," Marc explained. "Where's your mom?"
Happy frowned as he glanced back toward the stairs that led to his mother's apartment. "Mama has a ride."
"With who?" Marc asked.
"I don't know." And he didn't like that one darn bit. "She said she'd meet us there."
"Maybe she has a date."
Happy gasped as he snapped around to stare at Marc.
"Happy, your mother is still a young, vibrant woman. She never got the chance to date because of your grandparents. Now that they are gone and you're all grown, this is her chance. You have to give it to her."
"Yeah, but..."
Marc's hand curved around the nape of Happy's neck. "But what, baby?"
"But she's my mom."
"And she still will be, Happy. Nothing will change that. Ever."
Happy's heart clenched. "Will she still love me?"
Marc's eyes rounded. "Oh, baby, of course she will. Your mom will love you until her dying day, and probably beyond. Even if she meets someone and falls in love, she will still love you."
"Are you sure?" Happy didn't think he could stand it if his mother stopped loving him. For most of his life, she was all he had.
"Did you stop loving your mother when you fell in love with me?"
Happy's head snapped back. "Of course not. She's my mom. I will always...Oh." Happy grinned when he suddenly understood what Marc was trying to tell him.
Happy nodded. Not all of his fear was gone, though. "What if she falls in love with someone who hurts her?" She'd faced enough hurt to last a lifetime.
"Well, we can't control who she falls for. That's between her and whoever that person is, but we can help her if she needs us." The hand around the back of Happy's neck moved to the side of his face. "And I promise, if someone hurts your mother, they'll have to deal with me."
Tears welled up in Happy's eyes at Marc's fierce words. "Yeah?"
Marc smiled. "Anything for you, Happy."

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Cade Creek 18
coming August 30, 2018
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All Hector Cruz wanted was a place to call his own, but buying a rundown farm came with more problems than he'd been expecting. Between the needed repairs, the problems at work, and the man hiding out in his basement, he was starting to wonder if finding a place to call home was worth the headache.
Wilson Jacks was hiding. He'd done some really horrible things and now he was paying the price for his crimes. Being alone in the world made him ache for all the things he couldn't have. He had no friends, no home, no one to call his own, but that was a punishment in itself, one he felt he richly deserved.
When his world collides with the one man who doesn't expect perfection, learning to accept that he might not be a monster isn't as hard as accepting the fact that Hector is attracted to him. The fragile peace Will finds in Hector's arms begins to shatter when the chaos he's been avoiding comes knocking on the door.

Wilson Jacks's heart thundered painfully in his chest. He could hear voices rumbling above him, but he couldn't quite make out the words. His trouble breathing only grew worse when he heard a door close then footsteps walking across the floor.
He knew hiding out here was a really bad idea, but the house had been vacant when he found it, dilapidated and rundown as if no one had lived there in ages. He'd thought it would be the perfect place to hide.
Then Hector moved in.
Will knew who Hector was. He'd heard the man's name mentioned enough times by those who came by the place to realize the man who'd bought the house was the same one who'd been shot the day Will had been shot.
He also knew the man had been roommates with Terry Iverson, the man Will had been forced to humiliate by accusing him of sexual misconduct. Will had hated to do it, but it had been his only option.
Will was terrified of what Hector would do once he discovered his uninvited houseguest. Hector had been shot because of him. His friend had gone through so much misery because of him. Dan Wilson had been forced to arrest his own father because of him.
So many horrible things had happened and they all led back to Will.
Will sniffled then wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. He wished he could just run away, run as far as he could go until he found someplace where no one knew him or knew about what he'd done.
Unfortunately, he had no way to run. He'd lost his job as a paramedic. When he lost his job, he could no longer afford his apartment. He'd sold most everything he owned, keeping just a few personal items. He didn't even have his car anymore.
He felt guilty about taking Hector's sandwich, but with no way into town—not that he'd actually consider going into Cade Creek after what he'd done—he had no way to buy groceries. Since he sold almost everything he owned, he had no way to cook food even if he had it.
It wasn't like he planned to spend the rest of his life in Hector's basement. He just needed enough time to figure out what he was going to do, which was proving to be harder than he thought it would be.
Will's breath caught in his throat when the door at the top of the basement opened. He scooted back away from the light shining down the stairs as far as he could go.
"You can come out now. The sheriff is gone."
Oh god, he was gonna die.
Will just knew it.
Hector was going to figure out it was him hiding in the basement and the man would kill him. Will was no dummy. He'd seen the size of the man's muscles. Hector could squash him with a snap of his fingers.
"Come on out," Hector said. "This passage is too narrow for me to come down there without squeezing myself into a pretzel."
Will believed it.
Hector's voice was a lot lower and more menacing when he spoke again. "Don't make me come down there. I won't be happy."
Will grabbed his bag in case he needed to make a run for it, and pushed himself to his feet. He kept a tight grip on the handle of his bag as he slowly stepped into the light. He swallowed tightly then glanced up to the top of the stairs. The second his eyes met Hector's eyes, Will dropped his gaze.
Hector's massive chest heaved when he sighed. "Come on up, Will."
It took every ounce of Will's control to force himself to take that first step. One by one, he climbed up the stairs, his eyes never leaving the pulse beating in Hector throat.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he wasn't sure what to expect. He was almost positive that Hector was going to grab him, force him down the hallway, then toss him out the front door. He never expected the man to simply step back and allow him out of the basement.
Will clutched his bag tightly to his chest and quickly stepped through the doorway and out into the hallway. He took a couple of steps back, making sure there was plenty of room between him and Hector. He wanted a head start if he needed to run.
Hector shut the door then walked right on past him. "You want some water or something?"
"No, thank you," Will murmured.
Hector's dark eyebrows were raised when he glanced over his shoulder. "Are you sure?"
Will shrugged. To be honest, his throat was so parched, it hurt, but he wasn't going to admit that.
Hector grunted before continuing toward the kitchen. Will waited for a moment before following after the man. He paused in the archway and watched as Hector grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. He licked his dry lips when Hector unscrewed the top and took a long swallow.
Hector stared at him for a moment after lowering his bottle of water then turned and reached into the fridge for another bottle. When he held it out, Will threw caution to the wind and grabbed for the bottle.
He quickly scooted back to the doorframe before opening the bottle and swallowing down almost the entire thing. He tried to save some of it for later, but it was so hard. He hadn't had anything to drink since the previous day.
Hector crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. His eyebrows were pulled tight together in a pensive expression, almost as if he was trying to figure something out but didn't have all the pieces together yet.
Will clutched at his bottle of water, tensing his muscles in case he had to make a mad dash for the door. The air was thick with unease. Will was pretty sure most of it came from him.
"Were you in my house before or after I bought it?" Hector finally asked.
Will gulped. "Before," he whispered.
"Did you do the work on the baseboards and crown molding?"
Hector cocked his head. "Why?"
Will dropped his eyes to his hands as he shrugged his shoulders. "I ate your food. I wanted to pay you back."