Having cleared all previous cases, Sammy Greyfox starts a new week with a clean slate. But when she saves a woman from being deliberately run down, a complicated new case starts. This is compounded by a call from the medical examiner questioning whether the body on his mortuary table was really killed by accident. Not yet eight in the morning and already she has two homicides to handle.

She could never have predicted it, but the two cases come together, and it that weren’t enough, her Sergeant is working another case where someone is discarding newborn children’s bodies in the Mangrove and Sammy begins to wonder if the cases aren’t all connected. If she’s right, there will be a race against the clock to prevent further deaths. But can she get there in time?

If only her personal life were settled – but it’s not. Throughout each of the following days she struggles with personal issues, one of which may result in her taking a life. But would she be able to deal with the consequences?

Targeted Age Group:: 25 +

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to write a book in first-person, and thought I might as well try a female hero as trhe main character. So this has been a fun double challenge. Feedback from people to help me understand how well (or otherwise) I have achieved these two tasks, would be gratefully appreciated.

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How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted a character with a complicated personal life, but also someone strong enough to handle complex homicides. By choosing a female lead, I think I have the best of both worlds. Someone smart and determined, but emotionally struggling with a variety of challenges in her personal life. Also, as the story is based in Naples, Florida, I have chosen a Native American which allows me to explore a little of the culture in the Seminole Nation,

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My black and white was still in my reserved space, but someone had slashed all four tires and it was sitting on the rims.
So much for an early start. I call this in and wait a full half-hour for a tow-truck to arrive. The guy was still loading the car when a B&W pulled in and my least favorite deputy grinned at me from behind the wheel. This man didn’t even need to speak to wind me up, and I fought the surge of adrenaline in my bloodstream, but I was ready for a fight. No doubt about it.
He threw a couple of stupid one-liners my way, but I stayed cool. I became that helpless sixteen-year-old and asked him if he could climb up onto the tow truck and recover my Glock from the front seat.
His expression said it all. I was pathetic, and he was God’s gift to pathetic women. Of course he would. All this without saying a word.
He climbed out of the B&W and up onto the rear of the tow truck.
I jumped into the B&W, threw it into reverse and shot backwards out of the parking area in front of my high-rise, spinning the car around, and before he could even react, I left him sucking exhaust and smoking rubber.
I could see him in the rear-view, jumping up and down on the tow truck, his face red, shouting and waving his fists after me.
Suddenly, the day didn’t seem so bad anymore. In fact, it felt downright great.

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Everything you are about to read is true;
even when you think it isn’t.

The characters in this book aren’t characters, but real people who did these crazy, weird, and wonderful things while I, the bartender, witnessed it all.
If you are a bar patron who’s always wondered what the bartender is thinking, here’s your chance to look behind the curtain.

If you loved Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, you’ll love Barflies.

Get the bartender’s side of the story.

Targeted Age Group:: over 18

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Barflies is a memoir. I bartending in the middle of nowhere California for three years. The experience shaped the person I am today.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Barflies is a memoir. I bartending in the middle of nowhere California for three years. The experience shaped the person I am today.

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Barflies – A Bartenders Memoir is a work in two parts. For a period of three years I bartended at two different locations at the same time. Some nights I worked at a rickety dive bar that was more desert dust than anything else. Other nights I bartended at a golf resort. I am keeping the names of the facilities and people anonymous. Everything in this memoir is a hundred percent true, every naughty, tawdry, and head-scratching bit of it.
Part one: Dive Bar, covers my experiences bartending at the beer and wine only love shack in Seeley, California.
Part two: Golf Resort, covers my experiences bartending at a golf resort outside of Holtville, California.

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A tortured gunfighter. A Navajo outcast. – And the Creature whose claws would stain the stones of the Mojave red.
Flush with raw silver and ruled by a baron with an iron fist, the tiny mining outpost of Shank’s Point is under siege by a sinister evil.
When the rising sun reveals the claw-torn bodies littered among the rocks, John Swift-Runner calls on his old friend, a vagabond gunfighter, to stand with him against the slaughter he knows will come.
But as their band of misfits hunts for the creature on the burning sands of the Mojave, they stumble into a generations old mystery that goes beyond shamanic curses and into the bloodstained pages of legend.
Can the killing be stopped?
And can a tortured gunman like Kit Barker – with a terrible secret of his own – prevail against something as savage and eternal as the Beast?

Targeted Age Group:: 16+

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Writing Shadow of Wolves was about creating the story I wanted to read. It was probably around 2004 that I picked up a paperback somewhere that promised a “cowboys versus monsters” adventure and was just utterly disappointed with it. The cowboys were simply dudes with big hats and the monster turned out to be swamp gas or something. It bothered me so much that I decided to write the story I had imagined when I saw that simple premise. Ultimately it became much more than that as characters and scenarios came to life, but at its core my writing is about telling the stories I would want to hear.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
It depends on the character's place in the story. Protagonists are a mixture of the traits I find most admirable and the flaws most likely to hinder them. Villains and antagonists are based on the traits I find most appalling but tempered by a sense of what would reasonably accomplish their goals. And with all characters, I strive to give them traits that are realistic and human.

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A bolt of pain shot up through Cannon’s body as the horse halted, lurching him forward in the saddle.
The mare snorted and laid her ears back against her head. Her hooves shuffled nervous furrows in the dirt and the whites of her eyes shone in the dark. Cannon looked around, realizing for the first time how fast the night had come.
“Easy, girl,” Cannon hissed through cracked and swollen lips, “easy now.”
A growing sense of unease rose in Cannon’s throat as he turned in his saddle and surveyed the night. The deep shadows of evening seemed to shift and move, groaning against their natural boundaries. He swallowed.
It’s all in your head, Tim, he thought. He should find a place to stop the night and build a fire. But not here, he thought as he looked through the darkness. Maybe he could find a better place to camp up ahead.
Cannon touched his spurs to the mare and the animal cautiously stepped forward. Its head held low, almost cowering. They reached a gully in the desert floor and Cannon guided his mount towards it, but the mare refused to move into the ditch. She snorted and whinnied, tossing her head and stamping her hooves against the ground.
“Alright, damnit,” Cannon hissed, turning his horse to the right and cresting back up on the trail.
There must be a coyote around, Cannon mused. Or maybe apaches, he thought as a cold fear crept into his mouth. Had there been any trouble with Indians near Shank’s Point? He tried to remember if he had heard of any and decided he had not. His fear began to subside.
Then Cannon heard the scraping rasp of claws on stone from the brush to his left.
The mare stiffened under the saddle and sidestepped awkwardly. Cannon struggled to keep the animal under control with only his right arm. The mare was on the edge of panic, and Cannon could feel the horse’s terror seeping into himself as well.
Tim Cannon slid one of his revolvers from the holster with his swollen fingers and aimed it into the night. He could only see a few yards, but he aimed in the direction his horse was staring and waited.
There came a wet hissing sound from beneath him, and the stale smell of urine as his horse vented her bladder into the sand.
Then Cannon heard it. A low growl rumbled through the brush and shadow, and the pounding footfalls of something racing across the sand – something fast and heavy.
Cannon felt the pistol buck in his hand, roaring into the silence and splashing fire over the night.
In the bright flash of the muzzle flare, Cannon saw it coming – and it was no coyote.
As darkness collapsed back in on them, the mare turned and bolted over the sand. Cannon instinctively grabbed at the saddle horn with his broken arm – felt the searing pain as the fractures crackled – and clung tight, all hope of controlling the horse now gone. Over the rasping snort of the mare’s breath, he could hear the beast pursuing.
He turned in the saddle and fired twice more. The first muzzle flash threw light over the dark form closing in behind, and then in the second flash it was gone.
For a moment, Cannon let himself believe he had hit the thing.
A crashing in the brush on his left brought his attention around. There it was beside him, running abreast of the panicked horse. It turned its great head and looked at him, its yellow eyes aflame in the darkness.
Cannon thumbed back the hammer on his pistol, tried to aim, but the horse was bounding over rock and brush and as the hammer fell, he knew he had missed.
The creature roared at him and angled away from the galloping mare and vanishing into the shadows. Cannon struggled to aim again, fear and adrenaline soaked through his body.
Suddenly, the beast reappeared on a rock outcropping ahead of them and off to the left. Cannon leveled the pistol on the massive lupine head.
The beast just stood there, waiting.
Before Cannon could squeeze the trigger, he felt the sick lurch of gravity leaving his gut. Even as he fell, Cannon knew the mare had run off an outcropping and into space. What was more, somehow, he knew that the beast had planned it.
They struck the desert floor with a shattering crash. The mare screamed – a shrill and horrible sound – as both her front shanks broke, and she ploughed headfirst into the ground. Her neck snapped and the weight of her carcass rolled through the dirt. Cannon was flung free from the saddle and struck the ground with a rolling bounce. The air was forced from his lungs and pinpoints of light burst across his eyes. He slammed into the side of a cactus, his body crushing the plant and spraying pulp on the stones.
Cannon lay on the sand, certain that the beast would come for him. Darkness swelled around the edges of his vision, and gratefully he passed out.

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