I’ve been called a quirky earth mother type. Which is funny because I can’t grow a thing. Don’t tell my mother, it will break her heart. She could grow a dead stick and get a whole garden. I’ve been writing stories for as long as I have known how to write. I come from a long line of people who write prolifically for their own amusement. So just for kicks I thought I’d break out of that pattern and share some of the nuttiness rolling around in my head. Voila! A romantic suspense on Amazon and Kindle (Forgive Me Not), one more on the way, and a murder mystery after that. And here, a project close to my heart, Olivia's Last Request.