I can’t help myself. My editor told me not to do it. But here is an exclusive except from my oon to be released thriller. Title pending: “Blood On My Hands”

Somewhere in Southwest Louisiana

  “Ten minutes after walking into a gas station he had never been to, in a town he was not supposed to be in, Cooper Ellis found himself under arrest. It was eleven o'clock at night. He was about two hours into an eight hour drive from Houston, Texas to the Florida Gulf coast.

About a mile back or so, he crossed over a body of water that legally marked the border between Texas and Louisiana, otherwise known as the Sabine River. Minutes after driving past Vidor, Texas, a layer of dense fog descended on the highway; and thickened as he drove across the border into Louisiana. His line of vision shortened to the point he barely saw anything more than thirty yards ahead of him on Interstate 10. Headlights from slow moving automobiles showed a lesser distance from his rear view and side mirrors. He and other road warriors were forced into an excruciating driving speed of around twenty miles per hour.

Now Cooper was not a man who looked for trouble, but a problem or two often wrapped around him pretty snug like an ugly Christmas sweater. Usually at unexpected times in unexpected places. …”

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Please enjoy a brief excerpt from my story that my beta readers are loving: “MY FIRST DEAD BODY”

“Tom Graves decided today was the day he was going to kill someone.  It was the perfect day for it really.  The temperature was a balmy seventy-eight degrees. Not a cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see.  Humidity so low, who would believe summer was fast approaching.

If we are to be blunt faced honest with ourselves, no one really wants to die on a shitty day with crappy weather.  We all hope our last hours are spent soaking in sunshine, blissfully recalling our fondest moments.

But I digress.  Committing murder was something Tom always wanted to do. So it was high time he got off his ass and made it happen.  He conceived the notion on the night he turned twenty-one.  It rang louder than the Liberty bell in his head.  It became sort of like his credo or mantra. Maybe a calling, a bubbling urge if you will.  He held with deep conviction that there were certain things a man should do at least once in his lifetime. 

Now being that it is two months after his thirty-fourth birthday, he can't risk settling down before he knocks this one thing off of his life’s to do list.  Fifty he surmised is just around the corner, then it will be too late to do anything.  By then he figured blurry vision, arthritic hand cramps, chronic joint stiffness and ankle pain will have set in.  If none of those ailments haven't wrecked his life, then the gorgeous wife and adorable little Grave children will be in the picture.  His time will not be his own anymore.  Knowing full well that as a committed family man his time will become theirs, as it rightfully should be.  And well, Tom always believed murder was a young man’s game.”

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Just because you stopped by, here is an exclusive except from my new thriller titled, “Acceptable Risk”

“…One year ago…Brasilia, Brasil

Max Grimshaw reluctantly accepted a contract he should not have. A desperate client paid him one million dollars for his services. Four times his usual fee. And for his momentary lapse in judgment, armed killers hunted him like a pack of ravenous wolves.

Maybe he was hired as a disposable asset? Or maybe, an uncommon equalizer for what the situation needed?  The ex-soldier turned private security. His trade was survival. Lethal, when necessary. Max Grimshaw was the best in the business.

Still, he should have known better than to take the job.…”

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