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Come in and look around. I’ve been redecorating. Making changes here and there. Spiffing up, making things shiny. I’m not finished. It goes slow some days as I’m dividing time between here, writing new books and well, life.
I love writing and storytelling. I write romantic suspense /thrillers. The books feature extraordinary women and the men they love. Military heroines. Women at the top of their field in a man’s world. The heroines aren’t interested in a man to take care of them. The men in their lives accept them for who they are and stand shoulder to shoulder with them in their adventures.
I also write short stories. Odd stories. Twisty turny with a dark side.
I’m working on three, what I call the Silver Vixen and Fox, second chance, romances. These are books about gals and guys in their 40s and 50s. Some call them Seasoned Romances or Aged to Perfection Romances. While those names are better than saying Over the Hill Romance, the terms don’t do it for me. They make me think of a roast in the oven and beef hanging in cold storage to age. So, for now I’m going with Silver Vixen and Fox. Relationships between women and men with life experiences, who’ve had success and made mistakes in their lives and know what they want.
I’m also working on another collection with laugh out loud and really creepy short stories. There are a couple of novel length suspense/thrillers in the mix. O. My. Some days my brain explodes with stories. I have so many I want to tell.
If you’re a writer, check out the For Writers page (see the menu at the top left) for tips I hope will help. Please excuse any unfinished construction on the pages. I will get to them soon.
Thanks for your support.
Rita
Mar 16 2022, 1:40 pm in Irish History, Irish Story, St Patrick's Day
Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Duit!
Happy St Patrick’s Day
What is your Irish History?
On my daddy’s side of the family, the O’Brien’s, my Irish history can be traced to the early 1800’s. This family picture was taken about 1897 probably in Braidwood IL. My grandpa was Moses O’Brien, the dashing young man on the left holding the toy gun.
An Irish story
The characters Gemma and Ben, my heroine and hero from Under Fire: The Admiral, shared an experience they had a few months ago while visiting Ireland.
They were in the countryside on a very dark, stormy night–really it was–in the middle of nowhere. They’d stopped at a local pub for dinner and were enjoying the food, pints, and conversation when the pub door slammed open. A soaking wet, obviously upset young man stood in the doorway. He rushed in babbling about a horrible experience.
He was settled into a chair and given a pint. The beer was half-gone before he could string words into sentences and answer the many questions. The young man explained he was backpacking through Ireland and on a deserted road when it began raining so hard he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Finally, a car came slowly towards him and stopped. Desperate for shelter and thinking he was being offered a ride, he got in and closed the door only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel. Even though the engine wasn’t on, the car once again started moving. Ireland’s many ghost stories rumbled through his brain and fear paralyzed him. That is until he looked at the road ahead and saw a curve looming. Gathering courage, he prepared to jump. Then, through the driver’s window, a ghostly hand appeared out of gloom. In terror, he watched the hand turn the wheel, guiding the car around the curve.
The lights of the pub appeared and gathering strength, he jumped from the car and ran for it.
A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying.
Once again the door slammed open, startling everyone. Two men walked in from the dark and stormy night. They too were soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing the young man sobbing at the bar, one said to the other…
“Look ….there’s that fookin idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!”
Rita
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