New Title: Veronica Mars – the TV series: Miss Mars Goes to Washington (Book 3)

Now available exclusively from Amazon via Kindle Worlds: After spending a holiday weekend in New York with Piz, Veronica gets an unexpected surprise back at Quantico: the FBI actually hands her a case! A New Agent Trainee needs to hire a PI to track down his wife’s cyberstalker. Already at odds with her past, Veronica is reluctant to take the case. Even her supervisor, Agent Long, warns her against it. But how can she turn down someone who’s devoting his life to keep America secure? As usual, she can’t work on Bureau time or use their resources. Which is even more challenging than usual, because she and the other interns are going on a two-day field trip to FBI Headquarters itself. Here’s a preview of this book on Kindle Read the First Chapter (more…)

New Title: Veronica Mars – the TV series: Throw Veronica from the Train (Book 2)

Now available exclusively from Amazon via Kindle Worlds: Veronica has just completed the second week of her internship with the FBI in Quantico, VA. After hopping on the train to New York City for a three-day weekend with Piz, she notices something odd. A middle-aged man is overly anxious and drinking heavily. She’s immediately reminded of the Bureau’s mantra: “If you see something, say something.” But what has she actually seen? And is it really that suspicious? Logic tells her to pay him no mind. But with three hours to kill on board, that’s easier said than done. Here’s a preview of this book on Kindle Read the First Chapter MY SECOND week as an FBI intern in the woods of Quantico, Virginia, was a marked improvement over the first. And the best part? Spending a glorious holiday weekend (Memorial Day) with Piz in New York. Just two crazy kids out painting the town. And not just my first trip back to New York since Dad and I vacationed there last summer, but my first train trip as well. Even after my friendly, Monday morning brush with AD Mueller (okay, did they really not tell her anything?), I was still anxious about seeing Dad’s buddy, SAIC Agent Robinson, in class. Whether he said anything to Mueller or not, I owed the man a solid. Melanie, Nicole, and I were all nervous as kittens (Melanie sat on the aisle, just in case she had to throw up again), but Agent Robinson never said a…

New Title: The Black Spectre: Ghosts in the Asylum!

Now available exclusively from Amazon: Reporter Vicky Rose wants desperately to move up from City Hall to the crime beat. When the Mayor of Terminal City is murdered one night in his office, she sees her chance. Even though it smells of a Mob hit, all evidence points to someone else. The only person who can help her get to the truth is reclusive millionaire Brent Gregor, shunned since he was ten when an intruder’s bullets left his father dead, his mother insane, and him in a wheelchair. Gregor refuses to get involved until an old Gypsy woman promises she can help him walk again – but only if he dons the cloak and mask of The Black Spectre and “brings justice to those who have none.” This is the first full-length Black Spectre novel.

New Title: Veronica Mars – the TV series: There’s No “V” in Team (Book 1)

Now available exclusively from Amazon via Kindle Worlds: After spending a few days in DC on vacation with her father, Veronica reports in for her 12-week internship at the FBI. As as excited as she is about the program, she feels really guilty about leaving Neptune. Due to Keith’s efforts to keep her out of jail, he lost the election to Vinnie and now faces a possible jail sentence when he returns. On her very first day, she’s warned by the Assistant Director that the FBI won’t tolerate her usual behavior. Veronica vows to leave her old ways behind and become a true “team player.” But her plans are upended when fellow intern Melanie Phan needs her help to locate a missing FBI laptop. If Melanie doesn’t find it before Monday, she could be kicked out of the program. Veronica is immediately forced to reconsider her old ways. But isn’t helping a friend the true meaning of being a team player? This is the first title in a new series about Veronica's internship with the FBI. (more…)

The Key to a Woman’s Heart

A Black Spectre Adventure SPRING was in the air. The time when men and women alike are consumed with thoughts of love and romance. The citizens of Terminal City all walked with an extra bounce in their step, a new twinkle in the eye. L’amour! Its spell was inescapable. For everyone except Charlie Hecht. Charlie threw back another swig of bourbon. He let it settle in the back of his throat for just a moment, then swallowed it down slowly to let the alcohol do its magic. It had been a rough day. One of the biggest stories of his career had just fallen apart on him (turned out his source had been lying through her false teeth). But that wasn’t what was really nagging at him. No, this one was a matter of personal pride that just cut him to the heart. “Thought I’d find you here,” Ben Gelbert, fellow reporter at the Terminal City Standard, muttered through his chomped cigar as he meandered into O’Doule’s Bar, their usual hangout. Charlie poured himself another drink from the bottle he’d purchased. Gelbert bellied his squat girth up beside him. Against Charlie’s lean (if oily) good looks, they were the picture of opposites. “What’s eating you, Pal?” Gelbert asked. “I’ve lost my touch, Benny Boy. Afraid I’m all washed up,” Charlie confessed. “Might as well send me out to pasture. I’m thinkin’ of joinin’ the priesthood.” Gelbert shook his round head in disbelief. Not this again. Dames. And he knew just…

Death is a Silent Intruder

A Black Spectre Adventure “GOOD-NIGHT, all!” Karil Grantham called out to the last of her guests as they left for the night. She locked the door securely, then by force of habit, checked it again to make certain it was bolted tight. Her mother was so worried about her moving into an apartment of her own, in Terminal City of all places. She had promised her many times over that she would be careful. Lately, there had been several break-ins in her South Village neighborhood, just on the outskirts of downtown, so careful she was. As she turned back around to face her now empty apartment, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of disappointment. While she’d had a good time with all of her new friends at the art school where she’d been working as a secretary these past few months, the evening hadn’t gone nearly as planned. Among her invited guests was a young artist from the school, Cyrus Martin. Known at the school for his daring abstracts, he’d always been very flirtatious with her. When he readily accepted her house-warming invitation, her heart leapt. Her mother would have called this behavior “much too forward” and “asking for trouble,” but she was a city girl now, she reasoned, and life was different there. Much different, in fact, from sleepy little Prairieville where she’d grown up. All of her teenage years she’d dreamed of moving to the big city. After a couple of years of college, which included…

Of Black and Scarlet

A Black Spectre Adventure LITTLE Ricky Bartholomew sat poised on the edge of his cushioned seat high in the balcony of the ornate Orpheum Theater, his gaze transfixed on the action that took place on the stage far below him. He didn’t care that he and his kind, careworn mother, Mrs. Estelle Bartholomew, were seated in the cheapest section available, nor that his feet didn’t quite touch the floor and he was forced to maintain a careful balancing act throughout the entire show to keep from flopping backwards. None of that mattered to his ten-year-old mind, for he was living a dream that night, one that his mother had brought true by carefully saving pennies, coupons, and Green Stamps in order to afford it. His heart and soul were on that stage, transported back to 1790s Paris, and he bravely fought the unjust as The Scarlet Pimpernel. It was the most glorious night of his young life. When the play was over, young Ricky dropped to his feet to join the standing ovation then quickly realized that he couldn’t see anything and had to pull his seat back down so that he could stand on it. Once again, he was involved in a precarious balancing act. His mother worried that it wasn’t proper behavior, nor was it very safe. But there was no deterring him from joining in the applause full-force. When the actor and actress portraying Percy and Marguerite had taken their final bows, Ricky knew in his young…

The Red-Headed Ruse

A Tom Miller, Hollywood Newshawk Adventure I aimed my bucket with all horses blazing towards UBC radio at the corner of Sunset and Vine. Didn’t let off the gas until I slammed to a stop. The skid was heard two blocks away. No worries about the cops, though. Because Lt. Hap Underwood, my portly compadre at the L.A.P.D, burned to a stop right behind me. “Breck call you, too?” I queried. “Of course,” Underwood chuckled. He squeezed his extra-wide frame out of his police-issue coupe. “This is a police matter, too, you know.” We breezed in through the double glass doors. Tossed a quick wave to the cute little blonde jane behind the desk. Under other circumstances, I wouldn’t have minded waiting. But this wasn’t other circumstances. No need for protocol. The horn-rimmed station manager, Herman Breck, was already waiting for us. Puzzled expression and all. “So, what’s this unbelievable scoop?” I asked him. He sucked in a quick breath. Then exhaled: “I’ve got the ‘monkey wrench’ back in my office. Wants to go on the radio and tell his side of the story.” Underwood and I both did a double-take on that one. “When did he get here?” I asked. Underwood, being the silent type, was more than willing to let me take the lead. He knew I would anyway. “’Bout an hour ago. Seems he hitched his way down from Fort Lewis, up in Washington.” (more…)

Invitation to Death

A Black Spectre Adventure Note: This story follows the events of "The Undressed Widow." CHARLIE “Cherry Nose” Caifano had been cooped up for the past three days in the hotel room where he lived in the lower South Side of Terminal City. It had been that long since he’d received The Spectre’s mark – a note card inscribed only with an “X.” He would never have admitted to anyone that he was scared, and certainly not even to himself. He was a hired gun for Vito “Spats” Gennaro, after all, boss of the South Side mob. He’d plugged many a guy that had it coming to him. So many, he’d nearly lost count. In fact, just the week before he’d taken down Frankie Maritote. Walked up and plugged him with a shotgun right outside his house, just after dark. Only it hadn’t gone off as planned. Just as Cherry Nose had squeezed the trigger, Frankie’s four-year-old little girl opened the door. It was a darn shame. But these things happen, Cherry Nose told himself over and over. Frankie had it coming. No one else was supposed to have been home. It was an accident. So why should Cherry Nose even worry? He didn’t have anything to be afraid of. But the fact was, Cherry Nose hadn’t gone out since getting that card. He’d heard plenty of stories about The Black Spectre. Stories about how he may not have even been human. Stories that couldn’t possibly have been true. But Cherry…

The Gentleman Thief

A Black Spectre Adventure JULIA DAVENPORT walked quietly through the large, Greco-Roman-styled Lakeview Heights mansion she shared with her husband, the baby, and their small cadre of servants. She never liked being alone, and even though the servants were there, she certainly felt alone when her husband wasn’t. They had planned to go out together that night.  It was a business function and, as one of the most prominent attorneys in all of Terminal City, her husband, Cecil Davenport IV (heir to the Davenport fortune) always made an excellent impression with his young, beautiful wife dutifully at his side.  As such, their social calendar was always full – either going out on the town or hosting grand, lavish parties at home.  But she had come down with a headache just before they were to leave and had “with deep regrets” opted to stay home and retire early.  It had simply been an exhausting day. Julia went into the sitting room with hopes of finishing the current novel that simply everyone was reading.  She would love to brag to her friends at lunch the next day that she had already completed it.  She curled up in her large Queen Anne chair and opened the tome to her bookmark. There was more left than she remembered. She had been reading for some time when a man walked into the room and began to peruse the shelves.  She thought it was Johnson, their manservant, and looked up with surprise to see that it wasn’t. …