So excited that SOMEDAY MAY NEVER COME is on Sale For 99 Cents for One Week!



Starting May 17th through May 24th, Someday May Never Come is on sale on Amazon for 99 cents! If you like murder mysteries wrapped in a little romance, check it out. Great beach read. Below is a short excerpt:

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Present Day

Anna knew he measured every movement she made. She clicked off the recorder and leaned back in her chair. He sat with his hands clasped together on the window ledge, pausing for breath. He took a sip of water. His orange shirt looked too small for him, the material stretched taut across his belly. Even his neck looked too thick for the crew neckline of the shirt.

She stared him down before she spoke. “How can I be sure what you say is true?”

“I know people, especially women. Besides, Fiona and Meagan confided in me until that bastard detective got involved.”

“Who do you mean?”

He slapped his hand against the ledge. “Don’t play stupid. I’m talking about the detective, Frank Navarez. Do you get hot like Fiona did when I talk about him?”

Anna jumped. She’d gotten so caught up in the story, a sense of shock swept over her when he stepped out of character. Angry for forgetting this was a murderer she was talking to and not some shaman, she said, “Are you jealous of Frank?”

He snorted. “Why would I be jealous of that loser? He’s stupid enough to think people can change, or that women can be trusted. We know better, right?”

“Are you ever sorry for killing those women?”

His eyes glittered savagely. She backed her chair farther away from the glass, even though knowing he couldn’t touch her. The scrape of the chair attracted the attention of the correctional officer on her side of the corridor, and he looked up. She motioned to him that she was all right.

He leaned so close to the window, the Plexiglas fogged over. “I don’t give a damn what they do with me in here,¬† all I want is the truth out there. You’ll do the story the way I say. I want justice. What do you want most, Anna?”


Do you ever think about those books that most affected you growing up? When I was a little girl, my mom and I would read¬†Heidi, and then we’d eat toasted cheese sandwiches and drink sweet tea instead of eating toasted cheese and drinking goat’s milk. (Yuck!) I know two of my all-time favorite books when I was a kid were To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee and A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith. I was eleven when I first read these books, and they were my first grown-up books. To Kill A Mockingbird was amazing because it was about young kids who could actually influence adults into action. Coming from parents who thought children should be seen and not heard, this was an incredible breakthrough for me. I think it was the first time that I believed my thoughts mattered and I wasn’t just a silly kid for thinking and feeling the way I did. A Tree Grows In Brooklyn was about a young girl and her family growing up poor in Brooklyn. And while my family wasn’t as poor as their family, I knew my parents had been that poor, and I admired Francie Nolan’s courage in trying to better herself through education. Also, Francie had a father who drank, and unfortunately, I could relate to this situation in my own life, too.

My love of books started at a very young age, when my mother used to read stories to me at bedtime, and that love has never stopped. I believe it is that love that compels me to write my own stories. What books affected you the most when you were growing up? Do you ever reread them? I’d love to hear about the books that have influenced you over the years.

Thanks for stopping by. It means so much to me to be able to share with my family and friends. If you get the chance, get your copy of Someday May Never Come at






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