Author Page

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Until Next Time...Debra

Redemption-Excerpt

“Ouch!”

“You told me to pinch you.”

Kay Diggs rolled over in bed and went nose to nose with her husband. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” She giggled. “I really pulled it off this time, didn’t I?”

“You did. And probably broke the record for advances on a first book.”

Kay flung herself onto her back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of another rush of adrenaline that made her tingle from head to toe.

Once the exhilarating sensation settled down, she flipped back toward her husband. “Just how many zeroes are behind that five?”

Bill Diggs’ answer was an amused chuckle. Then he wrapped his powerful arms around his wife and eased her close to him.

They cuddled and kissed for the next thirty seconds before the alarm clock buzzed and Bill reached over to the night stand and tapped the button to shut off the annoying sound.

“We can play hooky today,” Kay suggested.

Sky blue eyes looked down into darker ones. “You can. You deserve to. But this old man has a house to get under roof.”

A short kiss and Bill tossed back the sheet with the intention of getting up. That is until Kay’s fingers tiptoed along his firm, tanned chest, then downward, getting the response twenty-five years of marriage had taught her to expect.

This round of lovemaking was without the foreplay the earlier one had, but the result was just as sweet.

Kay lingered in bed, watching and admiring her husband as he pulled on faded jeans and a tee shirt. When he sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his work boots, she ran her hand up and down his spine.

Bill twisted around and gave her a quick kiss. “Gotta go, babe. We’ll celebrate some more tonight.”

Kay waited until he was through the bedroom doorway to call out to him. “One more thing.”

Bill poked his head inside. “I’m listening.”

“You’re not an old man, lover boy.” She winked and sent him off with a smile.

Once Kay heard Bill’s pickup engine groan before kicking on, she flung off the sheet and got to her feet.

If she was going to cram everything she wanted to accomplish into the day, there wasn’t time to lie around thinking about what she was going to do with all that money.

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Deadly Arrows-Excerpt

Something moved across my back.

Shoving the quilt off my head, I not
only heard Kitty's angry meow and
hiss, but a persistent buzzing. When
I reached for the alarm clock on the
nightstand, my cherished calico sprang
off the bed, obviously peeved. As my
fingers fumbled for the off button,
my eyes focused on the red glow
of the numbers. It read a little
after three in the morning. Then
it dawned on me, the annoying
buzz was coming from my front door.

Sliding out of bed, I shivered from the cold and shrugged
into my furry robe and slid my feet into my slippers. I made
my way out into the hallway and down the open staircase.
What sensible person calls at such an ungodly hour? It had
to be Mitch.

I flipped on the porch light, but my fingers fumbled with
the door lock.

"Open the door, Fay. It's cold out here."

When I swung the door open, Mitch, a gentleman when it
suits him, took off his Stetson, exposing a mass of graying
waves. However, the gentleman didn't bother to wipe the
snow from his cowboy boots before entering my house.

I followed him toward the kitchen, deciding which question
to ask first. When he opened the upper cupboard door, where
I keep the hard liquor, I gritted my teeth.

"Don't do it, Mitch."

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Dangerous Bedfellows-Excerpt

Jackie’s gaze wandered from headstones to somber faces. But not to the casket that held the body of her only true friend Desmond Sinclair. She recognized all of the people standing around her. Except for…

Now she knew she hadn’t worn the black net veil because it matched her black suit. She’d worn it to hide her eyes. She continued to stare at the man. The handsome stranger who looked familiar even though she was positive she’d never met him. She searched her memory until it came to her. Andrew Michaels. She saw his picture in her Los Angeles newspaper a lot. The last time he’d posed on the courthouse steps, relief radiated from his eyes as he smiled for the cameras after achieving a guilty verdict on a high profile murder case.

How dare he show up here? Thanks to her Desmond couldn’t harm anyone anymore. A cold chill rolled through her. Perhaps the district attorney had come for her.

Undecided if she should bolt or approach the man, Jackie was suddenly frozen in a time past when Marcus DeMario stepped into view.

The sight of him took her breath away just like the first time she saw him all those years ago. She watched him step away from the limousine and weave around headstones in her direction. As he neared, she saw his features had changed little. What had changed was the hardness in his composure, a coldness that sent another chill through her.

With her chin tucked into her chest, she watched him step up to the casket to pay last respects. Once or twice his steely eyes glanced her way. But he showed no signs of recognizing her.

Of course he wouldn’t recognize you, she reminded herself. You were just a disposable piece of property to the man.

But Marcus did recognize her. Not the first time he glanced in her direction. The second time his gaze traveled up her black nylons he knew of only one pair of legs so perfect. But what was Jackie Bertoni doing at Desmond Sinclair’s funeral? What was she doing in America?

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Twitter

Since twitter appears to be the new social network place to be, I thought I'd give it a try. It seems pretty simple to figure out. Now if only I remember to post there. Anyone who wants to follow my tweets you can get there here.

The other news is I updated my website. Go have a look see when you have a spare minute.
My Website

Until Next Time...Debra

My Books

I Got My Wish

for a coating of snow for Christmas that is. The beautiful white stuff covered everything in sight earlier today. Another show of the white flakes is due to hit Sunday. Enough with the weather. Are you ready for that exciting news I have to share? Here goes:

Harlequin offered to buy the mass-market reprint rights to my novel, A Dangerous Woman for their World Wide Mystery line. A wonderful Christmas present don't you think? I can't wait for this edition of the book. I don't have a publication date yet. But you can be sure I'll share as soon as I do.

Wishing all a wonderful holiday season.

Until Next Time...Debra

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

The shopping is finished, gifts almost wrapped. Next up is the baking and cooking. Then all that's needed is a coating of snow for the big day.

Be back with you soon with that news I have to share. Debra

Exciting News

I received news the other day that still has me wondering if it's real. I know it is, but until the deal is closed I'm not celebrating too much. All I can say for now is I will have exciting news to share soon. So stay tuned. Yes, this has to do with one of my books.

On a personal note, I'm excited about some recent contacts. Must be something in the air because I've had three old friends I haven't spoken to in years contact me. These are friends from way back in high school and that was a long, long time ago.

For now, I'm going to enjoy the exciting news and old friends because you never know what tomorrow might bring.

Until Next Time...Debra

My return, finally

Wow, I can't believe I haven't posted since late June. Not good for my readers so I do apologize. It was a busy summer and fall is about as hectic.

Did I tell you I'm working on a new book. It's the first in a new series. I'm really excited about it. I love the characters. Though I get a bit tired of the sleepless nights a few are causing me.

I'm also trying to finish the third book in my Fay Cunningham Mystery Series. This book has some real big surprises. I must warn that it's a lot darker than A DANGEROUS WOMAN and DEADLY ARROWS.

I'll post a brief synopsis and possible excerpt of both soon.

Until Next Time...Debra

Video-Dangerous Bedfellows

Dangerous Bedfellows-Released

Hurray! Dangerous Bedfellows is now available as an e-book. A combination of terror and excitement is settling in. Will readers like it? Will they hate it? Will they get it? Now you see why the emotional roller coaster. Anyway, for those eager to give the book a shot, just give a click here.

Dangerous Bedfellows-Cover

I'm thrilled with the cover for my upcoming release Dangerous Bedfellows.

The e-book will be available for purchase soon. So all interested, please keep checking back.

Here's an unedited version of the opening paragraph:

Jackie's gaze wandered from headstones to somber faces. But not to the casket that held the body of her only true friend Desmond Sinclair. She recognized all of the people standing around her. Except for...

A longer excerpt is posted here.

New Contract-New Book

I'm back with great news. I just signed a contract for a new book. Dangerous Bedfellows will be available soon as an e-book. This book is a stand alone and quite different from my Fay Cunningham series. Yes, there's mystery and murder. But Jackie, my main character isn't anything at all like Fay. She's a much darker character. I'm not even sure readers will like her. I guess you'll need to read the book and let me know.

Dangerous Bedfellows is the disturbing and rewarding story of Jackie. Damaged goods. That's one way to describe Ms. Bertoni. Survivor is another after the traumatic childhood she endured at the hands of her father in Italy. With the help of the American filmmaker her boyfriend sold her to for a week of sexual pleasure, she is able to fulfill her lifelong dream to escape to America. Life is good to her in the land of the free. She becomes a successful movie producer. Sixteen years slip by before the big betrayal when Jackie knows she'll never be free-never whole-able to trust another man until she gets even with the three who stole her life.

Sound interesting? To those who answered yes, check back often for the release date and purchase information. I promise it will be soon.

Until Next Time...Debra

That Magical Time Of The Year Is Here

It Snowed Today

and the upcoming holiday isn't Christmas. I love the white stuff once a year. On Christmas day. So I'm hopeful the weatherman is right and the snow will be history before Thanksgiving.

For all in this country who celebrate the holiday, have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'm cooking and looking forward to enjoying the feast. Actually, it's the leftovers I crave. Nothing like a hot turkey sandwich smothered with gravy. Yum.

Now I'm off to kill someone. For anyone just tuning in, I write murder mysteries. So that will be one of my characters dying tonight.

Until Next Time...Debra

Halloween/New Mystery Series

Halloween used to be one of my favorite holidays. But for some reason I just couldn't get into it this year. Am I getting old? Or probably more accurate, I don't scare that easily anymore. Which brings me to one of the problems I'm facing.

I've been trying to get back to work on my third Fay Cunningham mystery, but continue to hit a snag. It's not that the story isn't working. It's Fay. She's a changing and I'm not sure I like where she's headed. So I'm thinking it's time to work on the new series I've been contemplating. Next problem, I can't seem to find a lead character I'm going to enjoy spending weeks, months, and hopefully years with. I've almost decided to just take this new character and make her as different as night and day to Fay. Then when I become frustrated with her, I'll return to Fay and have some fun. I guess that's the real problem here. As Fay grows as a character, I'm having trouble letting it happen. I want her to stay the same. I guess my earlier statement that I don't scare that easily anymore wasn't true because my indecision about Fay and creating a new character I want to spend countless hours with is scaring the heck out of me.

The thing is I know I'm going to have one of those moment's when it will hit me and I'll know exactly what to do. I'm not sure when this will happen. But it will. The sleepless nights will be history and my fingers will be flying across the keyboard as I spin a web of lies for readers.

Until Next Time...Debra

Yuwie

For everyone who enjoys myspace, I wanted to let you know about a new site that is similar. The big difference is you get paid to do all that networking. Go have a look and check it out. Click on Yuwie.

If you want to see the page I have there, click here.

Until Next Time...Debra

Not Dead

Or on Summer Vacation. Yes, I've been way bad by not adding to my blog. Will it help if I tell you I've been a busy little beaver working on a book? It's true. When I'm drafting a book I tend to get lost in my make believe world. Sorry, but there just aren't enough hours in the day to do all I'd like. If only I didn't have to take time to sleep. I know I'd be able to accomplish most of my to-do-list.

I will confess I don't spend 24/7 working. What fun would that be? Although I will admit I love my work most of the time. When the words are flowing, it's heaven. When they're not...well, let's not go there.

It's been a productive summer for me and I'm not in any hurry for it to come to a close. But, fall is my favorite season. So with any luck, I'll finish my manuscript by the time the leaves change and I have more time to chat.

Until Next Time....Be Well And Take Time To Read A Good Book....One Of Mine Will Do Just Fine....Debra