What can I say? I grew up as a military brat and, as a kid, I traveled with my family all over the world. I think that exposure gave me an appreciation of other countries and cultures, which hopefully is reflected in my writing. As an adult, I’ve lived most of my life in Colorado, where I ski, play saxophone in a local community band and make sure the neighborhood feral cats are all well fed. (How do they find me?)
I started writing fiction a long time ago when I dreamed of becoming the next Louis L’Amour. Unfortunately, the market for western novels isn’t what it used to be, but I’ve found some success in writing romance. (Go figure) My first novel, Love’s Last Stand, was a historical romance, marketed by Five Star/Cengage/Gale as “frontier fiction.” That novel is out of print, but used copies can still be found on the internets.
My second novel, Cherub’s Play, is a romantic comedy (a “rom com” as we say in the business) with paranormal elements. In this case, that jargon means the story includes an angel as a main character. Cherub’s Play is available in paperback from the Wild Rose Press. Here’s a taste of the story:
Geoffrey Almaric always found it unsettling to leave heaven for a mission to earth. Heaven was so . . . perfect, while things on earth seemed to get messier every time he paid it a visit. In heaven Geoffrey was somebody. The Archangel Geoffrey Almaric Behir de Giverny, to be precise. Nicknamed “Geoffrey the Avenger” after the Battle of Jericho. In heaven, his credentials were impeccable. On earth, nobody knew him from Adam.
Prior to traditional publishing, I self-published an eBook mystery on Amazon. It’s called Dead on Cuban Time and it’s still available. It’s gotten good reviews. And yes, it’s set in Cuba, during a time when Fidel was still alive. Here’s part of the Amazon blurb:
The body on the beach made a fine dinner for the sand crabs, but Cuban police Lt. Enrique Cienfuegos still recognized the remains of his brother-in-law, Luis. Officially, Enrique isn’t allowed to investigate the murder of a family member, especially when his sister might be the prime suspect, and because Enrique’s estranged father is the Minister of the Interior. Enrique discovers that Luis’s frisky terrier is at least 32, as old as Enrique, and what could have been a simple murder takes a bizarre twist.
So far, so good. Check ’em all out and leave me a comment to let me know what you think.