California, where the jagged Pacific coastline meets the rolling hills
cascading with vineyards. She writes romance novellas that feature strong,
independent women, who when faced with adversity, or tragedy, fine strength and
overcome the perils that stand in their way. She’s an avid supporter of animal
rescue, and happily donates a portion of sales from her books to rescue
organizations. She has two adult children, and two granddaughters. In her spare
time, she loves to garden, travel; enjoy family, and her beloved rescue dogs,
Dash and Briar. Her real passion of course is writing, and she uses her 20+
years as a military wife as inspiration for her stories. The Salty Dog takes
places in Bodega, a small fishing community she has the pleasure of visiting
often. The project she is currently working on involves travel to exotic and
foreign places, another area she has experience.
self-discovery as she puts the pieces of her past together. Pat always knew she was adopted; she was
reminded of it daily. What she didn’t know was the depth of the cover-up. With
her private investigator husband, Charles, the couple takes off from California
to Iowa to uncover the deep, dark secrets
that have plagued her for more than half her life. Her journey to find out the
truth exposes a more meaningful discovery giving Pat the peace she always
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After we had returned to the mainland, we settled into marriage great. Our union was a happy one filled with much laughter and kindness. I craved those things, and Charles made sure every day was filled with both.
We still were hitting the pavement, chasing bad guys, or gals, and reaping the monetary awards for a job well done. The work seemed to never end. We were newlyweds, though, and so in between our jobs, we always made time for one another.
Charles was the greatest lover on earth. Not that I had anyone to compare him to. I just knew there was no one better than him. Feeling more comfortable with our union, I decided to take a bit of liberty with my role as a wife. I would greet him at the door with a cocktail, and a warm wet kiss; letting him know there was more where that came from. I would prepare his favorite dinner; letting him know dessert would be in the bedroom. He never seemed to find my gestures too forward. He loved me, and I loved him.
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