Thanks, and a Teaser

I know it’s a cliché to write about what we’re thankful for at Thanksgiving. But it’s one of those clichés that is one because so many of us do it. It is the perfect time of year to count our blessings and remember what is important to us. I have a lot to be thankful for, especially this year: my family, my friends, my fledgling writing career. A big thank you to all who help make my life so rich.


I’m wishing you all a great Thanksgiving! Even if you don’t celebrate this particular holiday, may you find time to be with people you love this season.


Fools Gold will be released soon, on December 4! Here’s the link  and a teaser:


Southeastern Alaska, 1898

Ellie stood on the foredeck and watched the lush green coast pass by as the steamship chugged along. The fresh, cool breeze filled her lungs. A pod of killer whales broke the surface of the water in the distance, black and white bodies rolling, tall fins arcing toward the sky, then back into the ocean. The whales exhaled in puffs of spray. A seal rested on a small iceberg nearby, and Ellie couldn’t help but smile as she surveyed its dark, liquid eyes, gray fur, and white whiskers.

A killer whale knocked the seal off the berg and seized it in its mouth. Ellie gasped as the seal struggled for life. When the killer whale rolled under the waves—seal still in its jaws—Ellie, pulse beating at her temples, leaned forward over the rail, staring at the spot where the whale descended.

“Careful, there.” Ellie’s breath halted as a pair of strong hands grasped her waist and lifted her up and away from the rail. Her bottom brushed against someone as she was set down on the deck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Turning to a wall of wool-clad chest, she then looked up to see a young face with a thick, brown goatee and an arrogant smile.

“Pardon me, miss.” A twinkle pierced the man’s blue eyes. “If the ship had made a sudden move, you’d have been thrown into the water.”

“Well, I never.” Ellie dismissed him with a sniff. “I wasn’t that far over the edge.” She was not used to being manhandled and wouldn’t put up with male condescension.

I love to share my passion for Alaska and its history in my writing for young adults and their grown ups.

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