Don’t forget about the Outer Banks Suspense Series!

Altered Beginnings

Book One of the Outer Banks Suspense Series

(Read as a series, or enjoy each book alone.)

Destiny Booze

The headline in the small town newspaper read Young Woman Missing, Presumed Dead or Worse.


Leigh Lawson returned to Nags Head, North Carolina after four years with a huge shock. That big and bold headline was about her! Everyone thought she was dead!


truth was that she was doing well. While gone, she had gotten clean
from drugs and worked hard to get her bachelor’s degree in engineering.
With her life back on track, she returns home in hope that she will
receive a warm welcome. Instead, she gets the townsfolks’ disdain.


hates her, everyone except Jason Altarez, an ambitious and resilient
reporter with his sights locked on Leigh. He chases her with oozing
charm and romance, but does he really want her or is he after his next


life soon spirals out of control when the police recruit her for an
undercover assignment. They want her to go back to the life of her
troubled teenage years, back into the drugs, and help them to bring the
local drug supplier to conviction. It may be Leigh’s only chance to
redeem herself with her family and friends. If she can complete this
one assignment, the town will forgive her. The only problem is that she
needs to figure out how to stay alive in the process…


is her continuous partner through it all, proving his dedication to her
as he struggles to keep her safe. Leigh wants to believe he is a man of
his word. She wants to believe that her heart isn’t completely foolish
for falling for him, especially when she discovers evidence that Jason
may be working for the very drug dealer that Leigh is trying to have
arrested. Will he betray her in the end or will he demonstrate the most
romantic notion of all – that love at first sight truly exists?




“I’ve got to find her. She could be in danger,” Emma mumbled and turned to leave.

“No, Emma, listen to me. You have to stay out of the middle of this!”

She glared at him. “She doesn’t have anyone, Shawn.”

He groaned loudly, and cursed again. Emma needed to stay away! Why was he always unable to say no to this woman?

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll come with you.”

had to convince her to try Jason’s house before going after Freddie
Garrett like the crazy woman had a mind to do. He thought she was
unreasonable and overemotional and impossible to please, but he also
knew he was madly in love with her. “I’m pretty sure she’s with Ice.
She took off the earrings earlier, but the team said they were sure she
was with a guy.”

It didn’t take them long to make the trip. A
Lexus pulled up behind them in the driveway. It was Jason. “What are
you guys doing here? What’s wrong?”

Emma answered. “We’re looking for Leigh.”


swallowed back the panic that those words immediately caused. Leigh was
probably just inside. Why the hell hadn’t he come straight home like
he’d wanted to? Because Nate said he needed your help and you couldn’t
say no, and you convinced yourself that she was smart enough to wait
for you. “I just got home. Let’s see if she’s here,” he said calmly.

one expected to see the house in shambles or Leigh on her knees in
Jason’s living room when they walked in. Slick stood in front of her
where it looked as if he’d just pushed her there. The air of the house
grew thick with expectation as Slick pointed a gun at the three in the
doorway. “Come in and shut the door,” he said.

They did as they
were told. Instinct directed everyone’s hands up in the air. Leigh was
staring at the floor, her face hidden behind her thick, black hair.

took a step closer, but made no move to draw his own weapon. No one
spoke at first, afraid to disrupt the scene or upset the man with the

Slick directed his attention to Jason. “I did a little
redecorating. Hope you don’t mind, Ice.” Then, he looked to Shawn.
“Just the man I’m looking for. My boss would like to see you, Shawn.”

Emma gasped. Jason’s eyes remained glued to Leigh. Shawn said, “Let my sister go.”

look in Slick’s eyes never wavered. He continued to look Shawn in the
eye when he suddenly backhanded Leigh across the face so hard that a
noise echoed in the room as if he’d hit a wall.

Leigh moaned softly. She still did not look at anyone, eyes shut and head bent to the floor.

reacted without thinking when he charged Slick. He was brought up short
when the gun redirected to point between his eyes. “Don’t be a hero,”
Slick’s velvety voice murmured.

The emotion could be seen surging through Jason as veins popped from his neck. “Stop this!” he roared.

Slick kicked Leigh in the side and repeated, “My boss would like to offer you a job, Shawn.”

Emma began to cry.

Shawn only stared.

Leigh took another kick that made her scream in pain.

Shawn broke his silence. “What do you want from me?”

“You’re a pretty smart guy. I’m sure you can figure out what it means to be on Freddie’s payroll.”


Slick jerked Leigh back to her knees and punched her. “I need an answer, Shawn.”

Emma cried out, “Please, stop this!”

Shawn stepped forward. Tears glistened in his eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it.”

withdrew a wad of cash from his right pocket and threw it on the floor.
“That will get you started. Freddie will expect to see you at the club
to confirm that answer. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that I’ll be
back to finish this if you don’t cooperate
, and I mean soon.”

As soon as the man was gone, Jason was by Leigh’s side. “Leigh, talk to me, sweetheart.”

She was unconscious.

“Call 9-1-1!”

This book is under contract by Whimsical Publications.

Predetermined Endings
Book Two of the Outer Banks Suspense Series

(Read as a series, or enjoy each book alone.)
Destiny Booze

Angelica Chappell’s story makes huge headlines.  Only a few months ago, she released a new pharmaceutical drug called Krytonix that effectively slows the spread of cancer cells.  She has no idea her story will attract the attention of a serial killer.  Suddenly, she is a target whether she realizes it or not.  This killer is interested in more than her life.  He wants her reputation, too.  His first mission is to sabotage Krytonix.

Pierce worked undercover for the FBI for five years to bring down a
ruthless mobster that he ultimately is forced to kill.  Two months passes by since that assignment.  Still, William saw things he couldn’t talk about.  He did things he couldn’t talk about.  He believes his soul is damned.  Returning to “normal” everyday life isn’t an option.  He isn’t the same man he used to be.  He refuses to return to FBI headquarters.  He becomes a rogue agent with an agenda.

two characters literally collide when Pierce’s agenda leads him to
Chappell. It will take both of them to keep Angelica alive and to
figure out who is trying to kill her. William soon finds himself
developing feelings for Angelica. Too bad for her killer, William
worked as a trained killer for the mob. Will he find her killer and
hand him over to the legal system to see that justice is served or will
he search and destroy?



She wished he would leave her alone. She even considered putting up the
privacy window between the front and back of the car. Of
course she wasn’t okay.
Didn’t he understand just how serious this situation was?
“Want me to turn the radio to that funky station you like?”
The “funky” music he referred to was a hip-hop channel that
played a combination
of some rock, some rhythm and blues, and a bit of rap. It was
actually the most
listened to station of the area. It was also Patrick’s
favorite. The old man had odd

tastes. One of her grandfather’s rules was that the station
had to be turned off, or
tuned into a classical station unless otherwise requested by
the passenger. That
rule applied to Chappell family or guests. Patrick was asking
if she wanted that

music so he could listen to what he really wanted to. She
wondered if he knew she
was onto his little deception.
“Sure,” she said.
“Here you go.”
A new Justin Timberlake song filled the car. It didn’t help
Angelica to relax. Her chest
burned with stress and fear. The air she breathed actually
hurt. Her life as she knew
it could be over.
After another couple of minutes, Patrick tried again to start
a conversation. “This will
blow over, honey. Trust me. Everything does. People aren’t
going to blame you.
Everybody loves you.”
He was so wrong on so many levels. The public would want
someone to blame and
she would get that honor. She would be crucified. She expected
that reaction and it
was justifiable. She knew the burden was hers. Truth be told,
she didn’t care what
people thought and never had. Why should she? She never saw
anyone outside of
the lab anyway. She didn’t care if people hated her because of
Krytonix. She did
care that people were going to die because of her drug. It was
her failure. It was her
responsibility to figure out what was wrong. People’s lives
were on the line. She
accepted that accountability.
“Oh shit. Hang on.”
The hair on Angelica’s neck stood up when she heard the panic
in Patrick’s
statement. Her stomach nosedived to her feet and returned in
utter turmoil. Her eyes
darted to the road to find the source of the problem. They
were close to home, a
quiet part of town where tourists didn’t venture and traffic
was far less dense. The
road was curvy, leading to a steep grade to the top of a
deserted hillside that held

the Chappell Mansion.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Patrick said again.
They were traveling much too fast for the winding road, even
heading uphill. Patrick
was wildly stomping on the brake, but nothing was happening.
The car continued to
accelerate as if he held the gas to the floor. He fought for
control of the steering

wheel, but it looked as if it simply rotated round and round
with the ease of an
arcade game. Patrick’s face was flushed bright crimson and
sweating, his eyes wide
and glazed.
“Do something!” Angelica cried in desperation, torn between
shock and fear.

It was obvious Patrick was doing his best. The sharp curve
before them would be
upon them in seconds, and unless some kind of miracle intervened, they were going straight ahead—over a sand dune and into the ocean.
Angelica grabbed onto the seat and held as tightly as she
could. The car continued
to accelerate. Everything seemed loud. Patrick was groaning.
The radio was
blasting. The roar of the tires was like drums beating a tune
of anticipation.

In the last second, when all possible hope of rescue was gone,
Patrick screamed.
Angelica dipped her head in her lap and closed her eyes. The
Lord’s Prayer was on
her lips when she felt the car lurch into the air and plummet
into empty space.


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