Twisted Sisters – Modern pulp short stories

Twisted SistersPreviously published as three standalone short stories using the same titles. Now includes the following:

Marina Mystery – A dead body introduces Detective Jim Nash to Coroner Allie Sands. Despite warnings from just about every woman working in the same building, Allie throws caution to the winds while helping Jim solve a murder. As their relationship deepens, someone is intent on digging a grave for Jim deep enough that he will never climb out.

Twisted Sisters – Detective Jim Nash has a problem. He has a murder victim in an alley and a dead woman in his bed. His own homicide division wants to charge him with murder. To say he’s got serious commitment problems would be an understatement. He’s on the lookout for twins, but he doesn’t want to date them. He wants to know who murdered them.

Sleeping with a .45 – Detective Nash still has a couple of problems. He doesn’t know who killed the woman found dead in his bed. As if that wasn’t enough, someone is trying to kill him, and the killer’s methods aren’t very inventive. In fact, they’re pretty old-fashioned. His boss says he’s too close to both crimes and won’t permit him to investigate. The women in his life fare only a little better. Lucy and Zelda narrowly escape an attempt on their own lives.

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Payback

Payback is a bitchHarry must put his life on hold and return to the Dark Continent one last time to discover why a women he thought was long dead is still alive and begging for his help.

Harry’s comfortable family life is turned upside down when he gets a phone call from a former comrade he thought long dead. When the second call comes in an hour later, the caller asks for his help. He knows his life will never be the same until he can learn what happened to the woman who launched a rescue mission to save his life after his plane was destroyed during a firefight on a bush landing strip in East Africa. Third short novel in a series following Dead Reckoning and Long Way Home, in that order.

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Dreams Die Hard

Dreams Die HardFrank Ross is heading for the anonymity of the bright lights and big city in an attempt to make good his escape from a cartel hit squad. He’s got a reformed junkie riding bitch on the back of his motorcycle that someone tries to kill with a Molotov cocktail–and Frank doesn’t even drink. When he ends up working at a strip club, the seedy edge of the city finally catches up, forcing Frank to dig deep within to triumph over drugs, greed, arson and murder.

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Dead Reckoning available at iBookstore and Kobo

Dead ReckoningDuring Harry’s well-deserved R&R on mainland Mexico, he picks up something he doesn’t own that will force him to flee across the Sea of Cortez to the Baja. While Harry hides out on an isolated beach, two gringas show up to complicate Harry’s life, attempting to implicate him in their own scheme that will result in a mad dash up the Baja to escape the consequences of their actions.

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Midnight at the Oasis

Midnight at the OasisFrank Ross is headed down Mexico way, but first he must escape the high desert and the clutches of a sweet-talking, nimble little thing that has spun her web and led him down the road to good intentions gone bad. Following a trial by fire, Frank manages to get back on the road, but not before narrowly escaping a damsel in much distress when he refuses to take her along for the ride. Some adult content.

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Long Way Home

Long Way HomeWhen Harry’s ex-wife, Sasha, and their daughter accompany her oil-company boyfriend on a working vacation to Africa, the trio goes missing. They get out a call for help that will lead Harry on an air and ground chase across the Horn of Africa to rescue his family before kidnappers can move them to their den on the Indian Ocean.

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Long Way Home

I’m currently at work on a sequel to Dead Reckoning. Long Way Home hooks up with Harry, Sasha, Mike and Barbara ten years after their Baja escapades. They’ve all moved on with their lives, but an incident occurs that draws them into a final skirmish far away in Africa.

If you love them, let them go…

When Harry’s ex-wife, Sasha, and their daughter accompany her oil-company boyfriend on a working vacation to Africa, the trio goes missing. They manage to get out a call for help that will lead Harry on an air and ground chase across the Horn of Africa to rescue his family before kidnappers can move them to their den on the Indian Ocean.

Odds and ends

Dead Reckoning is up to its third draft. I have a completely new cover to add whenever I manage to get it completed and uploaded to Smashwords.

Dreams Die Hard is at 20,000 words. Yeah, yeah, I know, but it’s riding season. So leave an admonishing comment. I’m doing this for fun, not fame and fortune.

Dreams Never Die is still on the radar.  I’m fleshing out the beat sheet. The beginning, mid-point and end is done. I’m working on filling the rest of it in, but it’s summer out here in hill-billy heaven. I won’t be making a serious attempt at writing it until sometime in the fall when riding season is over.

I may have to ride down to the Keys to do some research for this one. My fading memory is even worse when I try to take it back to the ’80s. I’ve not been down that way since then, so that should be a treat. By now, traffic on that two-lane causeway is probably a real bear.

On one of my forays through Miami I recall hitting the south end around midnight. I was too tired to go any farther, so I checked into the first motel I saw. It seemed like the thing to do at the time, but I was kept up most of the night by the girls parading up and down the street under my ground-floor window, clickity-clack, clickity-clack, back and forth until the wee hours. And those Cuban girls were LOUD in those shoes. I think they used that walking sound as a form of advertisement. Not for me, though.

Come light of morning, it was obvious what the motel was used for, but at midnight after a day-long ride from dawn, I never noticed.

I wonder if the old, good-time chickee bars are still there – like anything ever stays the same, right? The girls I used to know are probably grandmothers by now. It’s long past time for a whole new adventure in the Keys.

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