A Small Glance at Chapter 4

The hedge across the street from the Riley house had become his regular hiding place. James’ daughter and son-in-law arrived with the older couple that had picked them up at the airport. He watched them unload their luggage from the trunk, confirming where they would be staying.

Once James was in the house, he started to climb out of the hedge. He stopped when the black Shelby parked in front of his hiding place. He thought it was safe to move when the driver started to walk across the street, but then the driver returned to the car.

Startled, he stepped back into the hedge, causing a rustling sound. The driver walked closer, staring into the hedge.

He held his breath; his heart was beating so hard it felt like it would explode.

It was at that moment that he heard the distinct howling of cats fighting. The two cats ran through the hedge, ran past the driver, and continued running down the street.

The driver shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Now, he had never been a fan of cats, but those stupid cats had just saved his butt. He decided it was time to get out of there. He had all the info he needed for now.

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Announcing My New Book

September, 1967

After twenty-seven years with the FBI, Assistant Special Agent, James Riley, has officially retired. Finally out of the crazy and unpredictable world of law enforcement, he and his wife, Meg, are excited to start the next chapter of their lives in the small town of Monrovia, California.

Meg throws James a surprise retirement party that brings their daughter, Clair, and her husband Tom, home from Ohio and reunites James with his old friend Bob Maywood. When Clair announces that she and Tom will be moving back to Monrovia, James and Meg are thrilled. However, their excitement turns to terror when Clair and Tom fail to return from a short walk. A search of the neighborhood leads James and Bob to an abandoned house, where they find Clair’s opal and diamond necklace and a chloroform-soaked rag.

James and Bob team up with his former supervisor, Special Agent Hank Welch, to find Clair and Tom. They will soon find themselves caught in a web of lies, revenge, and deception that threatens the Riley family and friends.

AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE, JULY 22, 2019, ON AMAZON. KINDLE BOOK PREORDERS AVAILABLE NOW.

What’s New

The audio version of ‘Crimson Gold’ went live on December 24th. Producing and publishing the audiobook was an interesting journey from selecting a producer to approving the final product. It is exciting to know that I have introduced my book to a new audience.

Now that this project is completed, I am writing my next book, Hands Across The Grave,  a sequel to “Crimson Gold”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Audio Books

 

I was interested in publishing an audio book. I went to Amazon’s ACX service that helps you convert a novel into an audio book. I started the process, but didn’t know what I was doing. I stopped the process and basically gave up on the idea.

In June we had a speaker at our monthly Sister’s In Crime mtg. The speaker, a screenwriter turned author, talked about audio books and using the ACX service.   I was so inspired by her presentation,  I left the  meeting determined to give it another try.

So today I finished the registration process on ACX and submitted my book for auditions. I will let you know how it goes.

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Trip to Alaska

I was finally ready to publish ‘Crimson Gold’ in July of 2013. However, there was one more thing I needed to do, take a trip to Talkeetna, Alaska. Talkeetna was the last town before the prospectors made the long, difficult hike to the mining camps. Also, the majority of my Grandfather’s letters were mailed out of Talkeetna.

In August of 2013, my husband and I boarded a plane for Alaska. We flew to Anchorage, rented a truck and started on great adventure.

Referred to as a village, Talkeetna is a major tourist attraction filled with original buildings and cabins that have been preserved and serve as restaurants and gift shops. We visited the Talkeetna Historical Museum where we found a glass case displaying Helena Jenkins’ pearls and several newspaper articles about the murders.

We were directed to Petersville Road. This was the road that my family hiked to get to their mining camp. We were able to follow the road for several miles, taking in the beauty of a wilderness that is virtually unchanged.

I thought that I might need to make some edits to the book once I actually saw Alaska, but my grandfather’s descriptions of Alaska were incredibly accurate.

We spent seven wonderful days in Alaska, and can’t wait to go back.

 Talkeetna
Talkeetna

Talkeetna
Talkeetna

Talkeetna Lodge
Talkeetna Lodge

Talkeetna Village
Talkeetna Village

TalkeetnavHistorical Museum
Talkeetna Historical Museum

Talkeetna Village
Talkeetna Village