Welcome to my website! Since this is what's called an "Author's Page," the goal should be pretty clear—introduce you to my stories and convince you to dash over to Amazon and purchase them. And it also meets the requirement that everyone on Earth have a website.
The stories I tell are fictional and are meant to entertain and give you, the reader, a bit of vicarious fun. Maybe they'll help you pass a rainy day or even let you forget a few of your troubles. The tales have a little of everything: romance, adventure, and even a few jabs at the meaning of life.
- The Wolves stories start with what seems to be a mystery, but things evolve quickly (but suspensefully) into an epic First-Contact Science Fiction yarn. So, while the protagonist drives an unmarked police car, don't let that mislead you.
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- Marius of Rome is a totally different beast and it stands alone. Gaius Marius was a real person, born in 157 BCE, and while the story could be historical (he was Julius Caesar's uncle), it's far from that. Instead, it sweeps across 2000 years and many lives with adventure, romance, and a fond travelogue of Italy. Add a contemporary threat involving artificial intelligence and you're set for some fun. There are even some pretty deep thoughts about the meaning of it all.
I hope you enjoy all the books - there will be more to come; I'm sipping Chardonnay and dodging bullets even as we speak !
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Okay, I gave up the right to remain silent.
Before I was a writer, I had real jobs. After part-time gigs in college delivering machine parts to coal mines and working at a car dealer, I became a police officer. There, I found I was right in planning my career; the job was not dull since, when people called 9-1-1, I showed up. And, yeah, I had adventures. Our job description was to "handle it," so the rose-tinted glasses were knocked off pretty quickly.
My adventures included tracking a burglar through the snow by the light of a full moon and pulling a dead body from under a train. I also found a missing two-year-old (alive and well) and kicked down doors in a burning apartment building. I was a good cop, even if I did wreck a few cars - sorry about that, Sarge.
I rescued damsels in distress during my time (that part was fun) and I even offered to shoot a few bad guys. For some reason, they never took me up on it - I guess the 'perps' (we didn't really call them that) believed me when I told to "freeze!" One even jumped off a second story balcony rather than stay and chat.
After a while, I got tired of crashes, criminals and crises, so I nabbed another degree and went to work in Human Resources. HR was a day job with weekends off but was still stressful since I was still dealing primarily with problems like harassment and (involuntary) terminations. At least no one tried to hit me over the head with a fencepost - every job I've ever had, people told me they would never do what I did. I wonder about my choices sometimes. But I kept at it and worked in HR in both hospitals & public utilities in Florida, Alaska & California.
Changing channels one more time, I retired. My goal now is to avoid trouble and spend time with my daughter. No criminals, anger management dropouts, or poor performers need apply. Also, just to confuse the record, I'm writing a few things down, and the police stuff (and touring through Italy) sounded way more interesting than HR (this could have been really boring...).
Hopefully, my efforts to entertain (and even enlighten) readers who may wander by is successful.
A reminder: some things in the books are real. I used to specialize in high-speed pursuits, I've talked to lots of scuffed-up people in ERs, and I've been to the morgue on a cold winter morning. But maybe things can balance out - I've also been to Rome, Venice, the Amalfi Coast and Capri, and watched the fireflies in Tuscany.
A word of caution: I tend to exaggerate, so you'll need to figure out what's real and what I made up. If there are any questions, however, I might have to invoke the right to remain silent again. That's why it's called fiction, folks.
