​I live in Cincinnati. I've got three dogs, Max, Shadda and Chewy, all rescues (see them in my "The Usual Suspects" photo gallery, along with their friends). I spent most of my life pursuing a career in art while doing a variety of jobs to pay the bills. I love reading, always have.

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In 2010, I was working for the Census as an assistant crew leader. One of the workers who turned in their work to me confessed to having written a novel. I asked to read it because I was bored with the usual offerings at the library.

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He liked my feedback and asked me to help him edit the book for the popular fiction market.  It didn't go well. I said tomato, he wrote asparagus. I said "cut this", he said, "I can't live without it!" I gave up on this talented but perverse man after two months. The experience taught me that I knew something about fiction, and I really, really wanted to prove it (Tomato! NOT asparagus!). So I made a bet with myself that I could write a novel.

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I spent four months scribbling on a stack of small, newsprint drawing tablets. I wrote about what I knew (the dog park) and what I love (my dogs and my friends). I thought about everything I loved in books: real people, warmth, humor, a few chills and a good dollop of romance.

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The result surprised me. It surprised my mother (another avid reader), who insisted I get an agent. I said, "To heck with that" and became an Indy publisher.

 

My only goal is to entertain you. I'm hoping you'll let me continue to do so.