Wednesday, November 11, 2015


Celebrating the release of MIST with a giveaway!

Find out more about MIST, SHADOW, and the BLUE-LINK series here!

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MIST BLOG Tour stops:

The MIST Blog Tour at NOT YOUR USUAL SUSPECTS.  "It's a series...but it's not."

The MIST Blog Tour on USA TODAY's HEA blog. "
7 Questions with Maureen A. Miller."
The MIST Blog Tour at The Angels Pearl.

Stay tuned for more stops!

Friday, November 6, 2015

Hooray, MIST is coming!

I am happy to share that MIST will be released on November 16th! It is now available for pre-order on Amazon and iTunes. To celebrate this pre-release period you can get both SHADOW and MIST for 99 cents each until November 15th. 

To further celebrate this pre-release period, I'm having a party! A BIG party! What better way to celebrate a romantic suspense release than to share some of the most talented romantic suspense authors with you? On November 13th between 2pm and 9pm EST there will be giveaways, romantic suspense discussion...and fun! Please come join the party.

MIST is the second book in the BLUE-LINK trilogy. What is BLUE-LINK?
BLUE-LINK is a fictional global company run by the enigmatic, Amanda Newton−a woman whose signature accessory is a blue diamond ring.This trilogy features the adventures and romance of the employees of BLUE-LINK. The trilogy consists of SHADOW, MIST, and coming soon, DUSK. These are all stand-alone novels without cliffhanger endings. 

Here's a little about MIST...

A mysterious footlocker washes up on Livvy McKay's shore. Minutes after recovering it she is assaulted by an intruder. Wounded and unable to give chase, she is startled by a knock at the front door. A stranger is looking to rent a boat from her business, McKAY'S CHARTERS. Livvy doesn't believe in coincidences. Especially when the stranger is wearing black−just like her assailant.

Jack Morell is a desperate man. After receiving a cryptic phone call from his uncle−a call spiked with the sound of gunfire in the background, he is frantic to locate his uncle's ship. Warned to use discretion, Jack opts to rent a boat from McKAY'S CHARTERS for his search.

 A defiant Livvy grills Jack, but deems that he is not her assailant. In fact, she learns that the trunk belongs to his uncle. Together, they uncover its contents, and now they are being hunted. 

Someone doesn't want the world to know what is in that trunk. Someone who is well-connected. 

Unable to trust the authorities, Jack and Livvy have only each other. Will it be enough to survive the Atlantic's frigid clutch?

Amazon | iTunes

Details coming soon!

Friday, August 14, 2015

The Force Is With Us

We still have a few months until that magical day that the new STAR WARS movie is released. I happened to see the trailer again this week. My skin got all goosed up. And yes, by the end of that 1:59 teaser, I had more than a few tears in my eyes. That might be an acceptable reaction if it was the first time I saw the trailer, but no...I'm guessing if I hit PLAY again, I'd react about the same each time. 

So why?  Why can a two-minute trailer of a movie have such an epic affect and reduce me to a pile of dribble? There have been many grand movies in our lifetimes, movies more critically acclaimed. What is it about STAR WARS?

It's the Force.

As Luke states in the trailer..."My father has it, I have it, my sister has it...and now you have it."

Well Luke, we have all watched you grow. We had our trading cards, our models, our sleeping bags, our dreams, and now I can honestly say, "My mother had it, I had it, my brother had it...and now my nieces have it." The Force is strong in us.

STAR WARS wasn't a movie. It was a world we all escaped to. A world with characters who truly became family. (And no, I'm not talking about those Jar-Jar Binks movies) There are quotes we utter without even know we're quoting a movie. It's instinctual. These aren't the droids you're looking for. And the music. That music! When the first strains came on in the trailer, the tears were already forming. Hearing that haunting tune in the beginning of the trailer immediately transports you back to a time when the Force was so strong. So much excitement. Bonds with friends. Bonds with family. This was STAR WARS! A time when you could say to your mother, "Mom, I can't possibly come to the dinner table, I'm battling the Imperial Storm Destroyer!" And she would say, "Oh!" and grab an X-wing fighter and join you. 

It was the frustration every time the Millennium Falcon didn't jump to light speed. I think my fingers went through my palms, my fists were so tight. It was the sheer impact of the last ten minutes of Empire Strikes Back. Right along with Luke we vaulted from our childhood into some grim reality where Darth Vader shocked the hell out of us and Han Solo was taken away. You can't take Han Solo away! He can't be frozen in carbonite forever! I think I walked around like a zombie when that movie ended.

And today, how long has passed since you saw STAR WARS? A week, a year, a decade, several decades? If someone put a blinder on you, could you not identify the sound of a light saber?

No matter what this new movie holds, good or bad, I'm cherishing the memories it evokes. I'm cherishing the feelings it stirs. The Force is strong in me.

Where were you when you first saw the original STAR WARS? In the movie theater? On VHS? On DVD?

Wednesday, July 15, 2015


No, I didn't sneeze.  Gunalcheesh is Tlingit for, "Thank you."  The Tlingit are from Southeast Alaska. Their name translates to People Of The Tides.

A nice young local man tried to explain how to pronounce Gunalcheesh. He said the closest he could think would be, "Good-ass cheese".

Southeast Alaska was beautiful...and blessedly cooler. People warn that it rains there a lot, but I had 8 out of 10 days of sunshine. 

Here are a few photos to share.

A jacket!!  Back home it was 97 degrees and here I'm wearing a jacket. Awesomeness!

 Juneau harbor is a parking lot for cruise ships.

I didn't take a cruise, but they sure are impressive.

 Downtown Juneau.

 Mendenhall Glacier.

 I tried my luck at panning. Managed to find a flake or two of gold.

 Took a whale-watching tour from this harbor.

This was one of those, 'pull off the side of the road and take a picture' moments.

Hiking through the wilderness. What you don't know is that at this very moment, bug spray was my best friend. 

 I want to live on that boat.

Humpback whales!

Monday, January 19, 2015

Release Day!

SHADOW is now available!

The Shadow was watching her again. Sophie Diem could not see him. She could not prove he was there. 

Sometimes he would approach. On those occasions she tried to run. Running was pointless, though. He would always return. And he would always ask the same question−over and over and over… 

Where is Nathan Bethard? 

Sophie's boss has skipped town, abandoning their counseling firm. Now a stranger is stalking her. Granted, the man is drop-dead gorgeous, but nonetheless, he is still a stalker. In an attempt to flee him, she seeks a new London. 

Surely crossing the Atlantic will be enough to deter her shadow.


Sophie Diem closed the trunk of her Corolla with her elbow. It popped back open, of course. There had to be a sensor that detected just how many shopping bags she could juggle at once. Throw in a cold October rain and she realized that the free pinky on her left hand did not possess enough power for the deed. With a sigh she dropped three bags down on the wet sidewalk and slammed the trunk shut. Stringing her fingers through the plastic bag handles, she cursed when the paper towels toppled out. 

Something made her pause. That keen sense of being watched. It crawled up the back of her neck as surely as if the perpetrator stood behind her with his fingers around her throat.

It was him. 

He was watching her again.

Her shadow. 

She could not see him. She could not prove he was there. She could never prove that he was there. But his eyes bore into her back. 

Would he approach her today? He had done so in the past−the tall man with eyes the color of the darkest storm. The man who moved with catlike agility, but looked as if he rarely slept. The man who evoked chills even when she could not see him. 

She had told others about him. Under their encouragement she had even approached the police. There was nothing they could or would do, though. She had no name for this man. No identity. Anytime she tried to trap him, he disappeared. 
Oh, she had tried. She had even attempted to record him once with the microphone on her cell phone. But what good did a voice do? In the eyes of the police there was no physical threat. There was no name or body for them to go after. And again, the man would slip back into the night.

“Hello Sophie.”

The deep voice rumbled in the rain. The drops concealed his tread as he crossed the street to stand at her side. Dark rain coat. Dark pants. Gleaming dark hair. A face cast in shadow. He was a manifestation of the street itself−as if the pavement had morphed into this daunting figure. 
She did not bolt, though. If she ran as she had done in the past, he would just let her go. 

But he would always return. 

He would always find her.

And he would always ask the same question−over and over and over…

Where is Nathan Bethard?



Friday, December 26, 2014

SHADOW Cover Reveal!

I am happy to share with you the cover reveal for my new Romantic Suspense, SHADOW

Now available for pre-order!

The Shadow was watching her again. Sophie Diem could not see him. She could not prove that he was there. She could never prove that he was there. But she constantly felt his eyes. 

Sometimes he would approach. On those occasions she tried to run. Running was pointless, though. He would always return. And he would always ask the same question−over and over and over…

Where is Nathan Bethard?

Sophie's boss has skipped town. Now a stranger is stalking her. In an attempt to flee the man, she seeks a new London. Surely crossing the Atlantic will be enough to deter her shadow.

SHADOW is the first in a 3-book series featuring dealings with a fictional company called Blue-Link. This company offers global risk management assessment. If you are a business seeking to open a branch abroad there are factors to consider. Civil unrest, health epidemics−even the impact of nature. Blue-Link will be there to assess and advise.  Coming soon...MIST.

Thursday, August 14, 2014


Today, I take a step away from writing to talk about fish. I would like to introduce you to Spot.  Spot is a Cory Catfish. Cory Catfish come in several different varieties. I have an Albino Cory and a Pepper Cory. I never like to name my fish because they often don't last. I simply referred to my two little catfish as 'the Roombas'. 

The Roombas are the happiest damn fish I've ever seen in my life.  Cories like to school, or have others of their own kind around them. These two Roombas are best friends. They sleep side-by-side. They play together. I always sing Me and my shadow to them.

I went to Petco for something for the tank. I had no intention of getting another fish. The Roombas were happy and I didn't want to tamper with their peaceful existence. Then I saw Spot. I named him Spot the second I laid my eyes on him, already disregarding my rule. He is a Leopard Cory, and he was the only catfish in a giant tank of other breeds. The poor fellow was all alone, with none of his kind to play with. Huge sap that I am, I knew I had to bring him home.
In this picture, see the long beautiful tail of the fish in back,
and then look at Spot's!
Well, when I got him there I realized that Spot had no fins! He'd lost his tail and he'd lost his top fin. Those bullies in that Petco tank must have been nipping at him all this time, and now he's just a chubby little body who wiggles like crazy in order to move.

I am proud to say that the Roombas welcomed him immediately! They have a habit of touching each other, or laying down next to each other. It's a big tank, and yet the trio all sleep together in a tight little row. (Yes, Catfish sleep). Nobody nips at Spot now, and in time he will heal and grow his fins back.

***UPDATE 8/28
I am happy to report that Spot is thriving and his tail is growing.  This leaf is a common resting place for the other two fish.  Without a tail, Spot hadn't been able to swim up there. Now he's sleeping on it too!