Way Out of Line

I’m thrilled that Way Out of Line is back in e-book format. It was published a few years ago by Uncial Press, and then my contract ran out and I decided to take back all my rights and published it in print.

Now it is in both print and electronic format and I couldn’t be more pleased. It is a suspense thriller set partially in the US and partially in Mozambique and Zimbabwe, and I like to think of it as the first book in which I go back to my roots in Africa. I’m currently working on the next one.

Way Out of Line is available at Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07T3FZGJ8



Introduction to the Blogger

This is my wonderful and amazing nephew. So proud of how he has handled all that life has thrown at him, and I know Glenda, who has suffered so much pain herself, has been a pillar to lean on in the darkest of times.

The journey of love, life and grief. My ramblings and experiences.

My name is Kevin Finegan. I am 49 years old and am very happily married to Glenda and have a beautiful 18 year old daughter Jasmine. We live in Durban , South Africa.

My Blog is to articulate my experiences on my very unexpected Grief journey following the death of our Son, Darren, on 13 August 2017. It is written for my sanity, to express myself and hopefully heal and process my thoughts/feelings.

One thing my journey is teaching me is that Men and grief are complex companions. There are countless support groups for parents that have lost a child however I am yet to find one that has any men actually attending. My Dad committed suicide in 1996 and I really struggled post that to deal with it. I was told to be strong, I was the head of the house etc. As a 26 year old I saw…

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A New Year — a New Beginning

Every year at this time, we have another chance to put all the bad and cheerless happenings from the past year behind us, and move forward with a clean, polished slate.

We all make New Year’s resolutions, most of which, we do not keep for the entire year. Losing weight is the favorite, so it seems — and the hardest to maintain.

As a writer, my resolution for 2019 is to get better every time I start typing, and to that end, to read as many diverse and well-written books as possible as a method of growing my vocabulary and writing style.

As a person, this year I am determined be positive, and not to think, speak or do anything negative. Our lives are controlled by our innermost thoughts and the words that come out of our mouths, and it seems to be human nature to dwell more on the negative than on the positive. Think of a road-rage incident for example. We may get home in one piece, but we’ll harbor that bitter anger for hours after the incident, bringing more negativity to our lives.

If you believe in the Law of Attraction, you will know that we attract things with our thoughts.

Angry thoughts bring more reasons to be angry; irritation brings more reason to be irritated; sadness brings more reasons to be sad.

It makes so much sense to push bad feelings aside and channel one’s thoughts into the positive, thereby bringing peace, joy and happiness not only to yourself, but to the others whose lives you affect–your spouse, your children, your parents, friends, and co-workers. Something as simple as a kind word or a smile can brighten a stranger’s day.

So stay positive and share a little laughter this year.

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Gonarezhou National Park, Zimbabwe via Pafuri and Crooks’ Corner

My husband David and I recently went on what some have called the ‘trip of a lifetime’ to Gonarezhou National Park in Zimbabwe, where we took part in the annual game census.

My next novel, yet to be named, is set in Zimbabwe, and therefore I can consider this vacation as research.

Monday October 22, 2018

‘Crooks’ Corner’ is a name given to the place where three countries meet — South Africa, Mozambique and Zimbabwe, and was a favorite escape route for shady characters in the past, for obvious reasons. These days there are border posts and some control over who passes between the three countries.

We went early to fetch our rental 4×4 vehicle from Bushlore, a Toyota Hi-Lux extended cab. It was kitted out with just about anything a person could need for overlanding in Africa, including a complete kitchen set, a fridge with its own battery that kept running when the vehicle was off, a table, chairs, multiple accessories, a tent complete with bedding, a water tank, jerry cans for extra fuel, an extended fuel tank, two spare wheels and a heavy-duty jack. There are several of these companies, but this one was recommended — https://bushlore.com/ (thanks to Viv Thome from 2BWild Safaris, http://www.2bwild.co.za/ ) They also provided most of the required paperwork for the border crossings, plus vests and red triangles and the signia on the vehicle, but we had to buy our own third party insurance for Mozambique–available at any Outdoor Warehouse store.

There are no shops in Gonarezhou, and nothing to speak of in that part of Mozambique, which means we had to create a menu to plan what food and drinks to buy.

Malaria is prevalent in the region, so it is recommended that one take preventative drugs. Being the driest time of the year, we opted for homeopathic malaria control, available from pharmacies in South Africa.

We spent the day packing our supplies.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

We set off at 7:00 am from Colin Jackson’s place in Wilro Park, Gauteng, our home away from home. We met up with John Franklin and Jenny Crickmore Thompson at a petrol station on the N14 Highway. We had connected with them online, and agreed to drive together.

We parted company when they headed for Punda Maria Camp in Kruger National Park and we went further north to Pafuri River Camp adjacent to Kruger’s Pafuri Gate.

Masisi is a small village with one petrol station, and is the last place once can fill up with diesel before the border.

It is well-signposted and easy to find.

Pafuri River Camp is privately owned–not a part of Kruger National Park, and situated beside the gate into Kruger Park.

It is delightfully rustic if that’s your thing. The tented cabins are on raised platforms, each with a well-equipped kitchen underneath and a separate toilet. We had a hot shower in the communal ablution block.

Each cabin has its own yard, bonfire place, and braai ( barbeque).

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

We left Pafuri River Camp at 7:00 am and entered Kruger National Park via Pafuri Gate, where we had to pay a ‘conservation fee’ in the amount of R166. You have to go through the park to get to the border post. There is no way around.

We arrived at the South African Pafuri Border Post just after 8:00 am and met up with John and Jenny.

There was a slight delay when the South African police had to call Johannesburg to verify that we were allowed to take the vehicle across the border–despite the confirmation letter we produced, but we weren’t held up for long.

At the Mozambique Border, we had to go through immigration first, then customs and then the vehicle was searched. There is a limit on bringing alcohol into the country, but I haven’t been able to find the definitive information. We had a little extra hidden away in various different locations.

The customs officials questioned us for a while and asked if we had any cool drinks or beer, but at no time did we feel threatened or uncomfortable. They eventually gave up and gave us directions to the closest Limpopo River crossing.

We turned at the first left turn in the track, after 1.7 km, as they had explained, and followed a winding, narrow dirt road through a stand of fever trees and across the floodplain down to the Limpopo River. (About 3 km). Coordinates of the crossing are: S21deg 12” 54.88’ ; E032deg 12” 27.24’.

At this time of the year, the great grey-green greasy Limpopo River (Rudyard Kipling) was very low, and the water posed less of a challenge than the soft sand. We stopped to let the tires down to 1.8 kpa, and both vehicles made the crossing without a problem. We left the tires at that pressure for the entire visit, as the going was rough and slow the entire time and there were lots of sandy river crossings.

If you can’t read the writing on John and Jenny’s Land Rover, it says: ‘The Soutpiel Safari’.

We followed the dirt road through villages and primarily along the border with Zimbabwe for 57.5 kms altogether. The Nuanetsi River crossing, (22.5 kms) was all sand.

The road was predominantly straight, and was not maintained, (nor were the roads in Gonarezhou), with potholes, ditches, gullies, dongas, washaways, rocks, sand and corrugations, not to mention dust, and travel was slow. A couple of times, it wound through villages and was not that easy to follow.

At one stage the road forked and both roads looked like they were well-traveled, so we randomly took the left fork. It was a welcome surprise when we reached the tar road in the Mozambique border town of Chicualacuala, and the border post, after about two-and-a-half hours from the Limpopo River.

They don’t like cameras at the Mozambique border post. I took a picture of the building and was told immediately to delete it, but then they allowed me to take another one after I had requested permission from the officer at the gate/boom.

In Zimbabwe at the Sango Border Post I asked permission and they said photographs were not permitted. I managed to get one of the sign, though. After some questions and another search, we were allowed to proceed.

They questioned John and Jenny for a long time and we waited for them outside the boom–perhaps because John had a British Passport as opposed to our South African ones.

Five kms after entering Zimbabwe, we reached the Gonarezhou National Park gate and were allowed to enter after our reservations had been confirmed. We drove what we later found to be the long way round to Mabaluata, where we signed in and paid for our accommodation because we hadn’t been able to pay online for whatever reason. We then drove 5.6 kms to Swimuwini Chalets (the place of baobabs) on the Mwenezi River, with a huge baobab just outisde.

We stayed in the one-bedroom Cordyla Chalet, which was a delight.

The large bedroom contained a king size bed complete with mosquito net, and led into a spacious bathroom with a wonderful doorless shower.

These chalets were all on solar power and we didn’t see any places where we could charge our electronics. We used the vehicle for that, plus a solar phone charger that worked well.

The open-plan verandah housed a kitchen, living room and dining area, and of course there was a braai (barbeque) available. The staff at this camp were extremely helpful with directions, and knowledgeable about the local flora and fauna and the condition of the roads through the park.

The baobabs were in flower, and there was a little zen birdbath.

We had been told that the vehicle fridges were not very good, and we were afraid the meat would defrost, so we put veggies in the car fridge and the meat in a cooler with lots of ice. The fridge froze the vegetables and we had to throw them all out.The fridge in the chalet had an excellent deep freeze and we were able to re-freeze the meat.

So now had nothing with which to make a salad.

The sunset on the river was spectacular.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

We decided to drive to Muwatomba and Rossi Pools in the hopes of seeing some game and also beautiful scenery.

We saw impala, buffalo, kudu (which were very shy), duiker but no elephants.

The Pools were beautiful and we had a lovely picnic in the thatched lapa and watched the crocodiles way below.

That evening we took chairs to a remote part of the river and watched the sunset again, with sundowners, of course.

Words cannot describe how peaceful and perfect it was to sit out there in the middle of nowhere in Africa with no one else anywhere around us. The gates to the park closed at dusk but no one seemed to mind us sneaking in after dark.

Then we remembered — there is no ‘they’ in Africa to tell you what to do.

Friday, October 26, 2018

We drove up north to our next camp, Chipinda Pools, through the center of the park.

The signs were not always visible, like these that had been smashed up on all four corners, and it was extremely important to have a map. Our GPS needed town names and did not accept the names of the camps in the park, so it was mostly useless. It could show where we were, and when we came to a crossroad, but the roads were not named, and we relied mostly on the map, and measuring distances between points.

We saw these giraffes on the way, plus impala, kudu, and a flock of guinea fowl.

The route into Chipinda Pools requires a river crossing using the Causeway on the Rundi River.

This crocodile didn’t want to get out of our way while we were crossing.

In Chipinda Pools we stayed in the “Tented Camp.” The sleeping quarters were made up of a spacious tent on a concrete floor, with a brick kitchen and bathroom attached, and a deck overlooking the Rundi River..

There is also a separate campsite with communal ablution blocks, where each campsite has a lapa with a concrete table and floor.

The monkeys stole our bread before we even knew they were around. So, no more sandwiches. They watched us all the time after that and we had to make sure we left nothing open for even a few minutes.

The view from our tented chalet across the river was stunning, with elephants browsing across the river, and hippo’s grunting all night.

One evening a croc took a young nyala that was enjoying the new leaves just below our chalet.

There was an elephant browsing near our chalet, with an injured leg which he dragged, and it obviously caused him some pain.

He objected to us walking too close, and charged us. We had to duck behind one of the bomas separating the chalets, and then he stood outside for a long time before moving off and crossing the river.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

This was the day we were to take part in the annual game census. We left at 6:30 am and drove with another team, Chris and Les Grobler and Hugo to Tembawahata Pan some 5 hours drive away.

We crossed the Runde river at Bopomela to the south side of the river and later crossed back to the North side at Chamuluvati and headed up to Tembwahata Pan. Here we encountered a herd of disgruntled elephants and waited for them to move off before continuing.

The pan was stunning and teeming with elephants, impala, zebra, and waterfowl. At one time there were probably more than 100 elephants drinking and eating the weed around the perimeter of the pan.

We found a good position on top of an anthill.

The game count started at 12:00 midday Saturday and went on all through that night until midday on Sunday.

The elephant herds just kept coming, with lots of newborn calves, and we witnessed a matriarch rescue a tiny calf that went into deep water and started drowning. Wish we could have captured it on video.

There wasn’t a lot of activity overnight, but two male elephants walked past our vehicle at close quarters in the dark hours. We could hear lions, but despite the bright moonlight, we didn’t see them.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

We packed up and left the pan at midday when the count was over.

We decided to drive back on the north east via Pombadzi River, where we encountered a lot of game including eland, Roan and a very large herd of buffalo. We saw numerous small parties of elephants., mostly bulls. We arrived back at Chipinda in good time for sundowners after a much-needed shower.

This was the view from our deck.

That night we had another gorgeous sunset as we tallied up our count and filled in the paperwork.

Monday, October 29, 2018

We drove over to the Chilojo Cliffs viewpoints via the causeway, and then through Bhenji Weir, Tondo camp and the Nyavasikana. The cliffs themselves are quite unique and beautiful, and the view from up there is awesome.

Interestingly the vegetation up there was very different from the lowlands and appeared to be well-grassed. There were quite a number of kudu and impala on the plateau as well as elephants, which really are all over the park.

Later we headed for Chilojo 2 campsite where we were to spend the night.

We crossed the river at Fishans Causeway and met up with John and Jenny again, and they joined us camping at what was a delightful camp site providing a wonderful view of the river and cliffs from the bottom.

Contrary to all warnings from various folks, we never encountered any baboons at the camp. It appears they had nicer pickings that day at Hlaro and Directors camp.

Tuesday October 20, 2018

Back to the south via the Nyavisikana Game Trail and then to Center Pan and Gorwe pan. David saw a lion at Center Pan where we stopped to brew a cup of tea. The only carnivore we saw all the time, and it was very shy and didn’t hang around. We did hear lions most nights, and one of the nights we heard a hyena.

We travelled south to Points 4 and 3 on the map, and then across the main road and back to Swimuwimi.

Center Pan

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Sad to leave. Heading home. Bye bye Zimbabwe until next time. We left the park at 7:30 am.

When we arrived at the Zimbabwe customs post at Sanga, there was a slight problem. The official who had let us through the boom into Zimbabwe had forgotten to write our details in ‘the book’ so they had to call a military intelligence officer, who was very pleasant and righted the problem without any fuss.

Looking at the book, we noticed that we were the first vehicle to pass through the border post in three days.

In Chacualacuala, the Mozambique customs official had not remembered to bring his office keys, so we waited while he fetched them. He was extremely helpful, and spoke good English. He organized a guide to get us onto the right road to head back towards the Limpopo River crossing and South Africa. This was the him, with the guide on the back of the motorbike.

The only traffic on the road to the south was in the form of donkey carts, which moved out of the way to let us pass. I always feel sorry for the animals.

For most of the way there was no sign of human presence on the road, but there were a couple of villages with signs telling their name near the Nuanetsi River. The village near the Limpopo didn’t have sign, but it was easy to spot the pink house. The road winds its way around and in between a few huts, and if you get to the blue huts, stay to the right. If you go round them to the left, you’ve gone the wrong way and your GPS will take you to the crossing 12 kms away.

The crossing over both the Nuanetsi and Limpopo Rivers went smoothly, and we arrived back in at the South African border post at 12:30 pm.

Most of the time we drove alone, and decided not to take a satellite phone, even though we had no phone service. We felt confident that we would be okay, but for anyone who is nervous and doesn’t have anyone to travel with, it is probably a good idea.

Driving through Kruger National Park, we headed for Punda Maria Camp, where we stopped for lunch. They have a petrol station, a general store and a restaurant and bar.

We got back to the Pafuri River Camp in the late afternoon.

Thursday, November 1, 2018

Drove back to Midrand, Gauteng and returned the vehicle in pouring rain.

Friday, November 2, 2018

Boarded the plane for the flight back to the USA.

FINAL NOTE: We were both born and grew up in what was then Rhodesia and is now Zimbabwe, and our hearts go out to the people who are struggling for survival. As we did not leave the park and there are no shops there, the horrific shortage of cash was not readily apparent, although we were aware of it.

We can only hope and pray that a solution will be found.

Tempestuous Taurus

I finally submitted my completed manuscript for Tempestuous Taurus to my wonderful editor, Caroline Tolley https://www.book-editing.com/caroline-t/  at Soul Mate Publishing,  http://soulmatepublishing.com/   and now I wait for her to read through it and find the errors and omissions, and to make suggestions. I’m incredibly lucky to have her, as she edits for several best-selling authors.

The book will be dedicated to all those who do wonderful work in horse therapy.  I never cease to be amazed at the results they achieve with children and adults of all ages. I posted something about it in this blog when I first started writing the story.


This is the premise:

Tempestuous Taurus

Tara-Grace Ericson is driving from Arizona back to her home town Hardship, Texas. Her aunt has recently passed away and left the family home, property and the Taurus Equine Therapy Center to Tara, her brother Cory and her sister Cassie.

Tara is reluctant to go to Hardship because her parents were brutally murdered in the home when she was a teenager, and she still has nightmares about the incident. Her boyfriend at the time, and the only man she ever loved, Jared White, was convicted of the murders and is sitting on death row at the notorious Huntsville State Penitentiary awaiting execution.

Tara wishes her brother in Florida could go instead of her, but his wife, Mel has just had a miscarriage and he doesn’t want to leave her.

Her sister, Cassie took off after their parents’ death at the age of sixteen, and has been missing for nine years.

When Tara arrives at the home in which she grew up, memories flood her mind. A pick-up truck passes her just as she is getting out of her vehicle. The driver looks remarkably like Jared, especially his eyes, that meet and hold her gaze as he passes.

She can’t shake the image of him as she unlocks the house and carries her luggage in.


My next novel is already a work in progress. It is set in Africa, where I was born and grew up, and I’m excited to get back to it.


My creativity took a hiatus for a while, but I’m back now and making some changes. I’m giving up my website. I don’t think people want to wade through pages of information anymore. So info about my books and where to buy them is on the next page, with a link to Amazon, where you will find all the detail you need.

I’m also shutting down my blogspot.com blog, ‘Romance Ramble and Book Babble,’ as it’s enough to have to maintain one site.

My next novel in the Zodiac Series is called Tempestuous Taurus. The name could change, but it’s about Tara-Grace Ericson, who grew up in a small Texas town, on a ranch where her mother ran an equine therapy center.

Everything was looking rosy for the future, but it all changed when Jared, her childhood sweetheart and the love of her life was charged with the brutal murder of her parents.

She didn’t believe he had done it, but then the DNA on the bloody knife matched his, and DNA doesn’t lie, does it?


Powell Stewart — an Excerpt from Capricorn Cravings

Capricorn Cravings was the first story I wrote in my Zodiac Series and I think of all the hunky men I’ve created, Powell is my favorite. Here’s a little excerpt from the book.


(Excerpt from Capricorn Cravings)
Powell waved as he passed Riley on the highway. She didn’t see him, which wasn’t surprising considering she had probably never seen his pick-up. He was pretty sure she was going to visit her father. She had mentioned it to him, and Jim Branken had told him he would be taking care of her animals while she was gone for the weekend. She had the dog on the passenger seat with her, so she probably wasn’t on a work related mission.

He had to take this opportunity to go home while she was out of Shady Valley. He couldn’t leave her alone there. Not after looking at the pictures of the other dead girls. It annoyed him that she didn’t seem to believe she could be in such great danger, and he didn’t like the way she rode into those remote areas all alone. She had told him she had a gun, but it wouldn’t be much use to her if it was in her saddlebags.
The drive to Boulder took three and half hours, and he had stopped to buy a burger and fries at Burger King before pulling into the parking space in front of his condo.
He eased himself out of the truck and stretched his cramped limbs. Pulling his bag out of the back of the truck, he headed for the front entrance. Lucy had been collecting his mail, so he headed straight for the stairs, which he always took in preference to the elevator.
He dropped the bag outside his door, unlocked it, and pushed it open. The air smelled stale. He picked up the bag and went through to his bedroom, where he threw it on the bed. He crossed to the window and threw it open, and took a few deep breaths.
He pulled off his boots and socks, and slipped on a pair of flip flops, replaced his denim jeans with a pair of shorts, and headed back down to his truck to retrieve his lunch. He stopped outside Lucy’s door and knocked.
“Just a minute,” she cried. He could hear Sylvester mewing.
She threw the door open and greeted him with open arms. He picked her up and swung her around, before setting her down and kissing her on her cheek. “I knew it,” she said. “Sylvester’s been restless all morning. I don’t know how he knows but he always does.” He stared down at her, taking in the newly permed short gray hair and shrewd brown eyes.
Powell bent and stroked his cat’s soft fur. “Good to see you, buddy.”
“I put your mail on your desk, as usual and paid a couple of bills. You’ll see them there. How long are you here for this time?”
“I can only stay a couple of nights. Have to leave on Sunday again. You had your hair done different.”
She patted her head. “Powell Stewart, if you aren’t the love of my life. I miss you.” She hugged him around his waist and looked down at the cat, which was threading itself through Powell’s legs, purring like a freight train. “He does too.”
The top of her head reached almost to his shoulders. Powell bent and pecked her on the cheek again. “Well, you know I love you too, and I appreciate everything. Come on Sylvester.” He held up the fast food bag. “Burger King fries.”
Lucy clucked her tongue. “You’re feeding him junk food again. I don’t know why he eats it.”
“I bought these fries especially for him. Won’t eat them from Mickey D’s or Wendy’s or anyone else. Only Burger King.”  He opened the door. “I’m going up to my condo but I’ll be back later.”
The cat followed him eagerly up the stairs.
They sat together on his blue leather couch and he ate the burger while he fed the cat fries, one at a time.
After they had finished, he threw the wrapper into the trash and saw that Lucy had put fresh litter in the litter box. Next, he tackled the mail. He threw away most of it, added up the amounts of the bills Lucy had paid, and wrote a check to reimburse her.
“Okay, boy,” he said to the cat, “Let’s go back and see what Lucy can tell me.” He looked at his watch. “Four thirty five. She should be awake and decent.”
He tapped on her door. 
“Come on in.” 
Powell pushed the door open and Sylvester rushed through ahead of him.
I knew it was you,” Lucy said, stroking the cat, which jumped up beside her on the easy chair.
“So, what do you have for me? Any maintenance work that needs doing?” He dropped into the sofa across from her.
Powell filled in as Lucy’s handyman for the condo block in exchange for her taking care of Sylvester and his condo while he was away. “I’ll get started first thing tomorrow,” he said after scanning the list Lucy handed him. “It shouldn’t take me long. I want to go on a climb at Eldorado Canyon on Sunday morning.”
She shook her head. “You and that rock climbing. I wish you’d use ropes and things. I don’t want to hear you’ve fallen to death. It would give me a heart attack.”
“Never happen. Free climbing’s the only way to go. The adrenalin rush is much better. I’m always careful though.”
“Well, I think it’s time for a drink.” She looked at her watch. “I bought Heineken especially for you.”
Powell got up and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. He poured a glass of white wine for her from the open bottle and handed it to her. “Cheers,” he said. They clinked glasses and he went back to his seat on the sofa.
Lucy raised her eyebrows. “So what can you tell me? Anything exciting happen while you were away?”
“Actually, I met someone.” He stared into her eyes.
“Oh oh. You look very intense.”
“I am. I mean, she’s amazing. I think I’m in love with her.”
“Woah there. Love at first sight? Or is it just lust, perhaps?” She smirked and rubbed her neck.
“I still love you the best. You know that. You’ll always come first. I have to admit I do lust after her, but it’s more than lust. She’s gorgeous. She has long blonde hair and green eyes, and the first words I heard her saying was that she wanted to get laid.”
“Well. That would get any man’s hormones going. So I hope she appreciated it when you obliged her.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “That’s what I love about you, Lucy. You never judge anyone. I actually haven’t been able to oblige her in that way. I’ve kissed her, though, and danced with her half naked.”
“Sounds like fun to me. I can’t imagine how that would not have ended in sex, though. Why if I had danced half naked with any one of my three ex-husbands we would definitely ended up with some passionate love-making.” She smiled. “In fact I can remember a couple of times we did.”
“I want you to meet her. I know you’ll like her. She’s… respectable. A veterinarian.”
“Respectable women don’t go around telling strange men they want to get laid.”
“Yeah. She was talking to herself. She didn’t know I was listening.”
“So what are you going to do about her? Why didn’t you bring her with you?”
“The problem is, she thinks I’m the serial killer who murdered her employee. I don’t know how to convince her I’m not.”
“Well that’s simple. You just have to find out who the serial killer is, and turn him in.” It was typical of Lucy, he thought, that she didn’t get all upset and tell him to be careful.
“Easier said than done,” he said. “She also has a boyfriend.”
“You say you’ve kissed her?”
“Oh yeah. And it was good.”
“She kissed you back?”
“I wouldn’t worry about the boyfriend then. She’s not that serious about him.”
“There’s one more problem. She killed her former husband.”
Lucy put her hand in front of her mouth. “Now that could be dangerous for you. Women who kill their husbands and get away with it tend to do it again. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”
“She’s not like that.”
Later that evening Powell picked up his cell phone and punched in a number. “I’m in town. You up for a drink, and maybe play some pool?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”
“Last minute decision. I got sick of living in a tent, and I wanted to see Sylvester. You coming?”
“Okay. At the Brewery?”
“Sure. See you soon.”
Powell showered and changed into khaki cargo pants and a long sleeve blue cotton shirt. He rolled up the sleeves, patted on aftershave and stared at himself in the mirror. “I don’t know how she can think that’s the face of a serial killer.”
Frank Sulista was already in the bar when he got there, sitting at the counter with a beer and a pitcher in front of him. They slapped hands and the bartender handed Powell a mug. He filled it from the pitcher.
“Thanks, Bill.” Powell said to the bartender.
“So what’s up?” Sulista said.
“Looks like we’re gonna be involved with the serial killer investigation. I’m gonna keep a low profile. Why don’t you come up and show the flag.”
“I guess I could. I’m staying the motel, though. I’m done with camping in those fucking woods. How long you here for?”
“I’m going back up there on Sunday night.”
“Better make that Monday or Tuesday. The boss wants to see you in the office.”
Powell groaned. “Why did you tell him I was here?” Sulista just stared at him. “Okay. You’re right. He has to go over the new assignment with me and debrief me about the other gig. That’s gonna take more than a couple of days. Fuck. You’ll have to get your ass over there on Sunday, then.”
“Why? What’s so urgent?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Powell took a long drink of beer.
“Ooh lookie there.” Sulista leveled his gaze on two young women who had just entered and seated themselves a little way down the bar. “Looks like we’re gonna get lucky tonight. I’ll take the blonde. You can have the redhead. They’re too feisty for me.” He picked up the pitcher and his mug.
Powell put a hand on his arm. “Wait. Let me get a good look first.” He studied the two. They were probably only just of legal drinking age, he thought. Both of them were pretty, there was no denying that. The girls had seen the two men staring at them. The redhead met Powell’s gaze and winked. They would be easy pickings. His breathing quickened at the thought of her young body under his.
“That was a come on if ever I saw one. This is gonna be easy. Are you coming or not?” Sulista slid off his stool.
“I can’t.”
He stared at Powell, his mouth open. “What?”
“Can’t do it. My heart’s just not in it.”
“Who said anything about heart? My dick’s in it, big time. I can’t believe yours isn’t. I mean, look at them. They’re hot and they want it.”
“You go. You might get really lucky and get both of them.” Powell drained his mug and filled it again.
Frank perched on the edge of the bar stool. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve never backed down before.”
“I met someone.”
“You met someone in Shady Valley? There’s only one hot chick in that town and she don’t like men. That animal doctor with the blond hair and big cans.”
“That’s the one I met.”
Sulista’s eyebrows lifted. “You been doing that chick? You old dog. I couldn’t get anything out of her.”
“That’s why I can’t do that redhead.” He chin-cocked her. “She’s also the reason you have to get up there by Sunday night, and keep track of her movements.”
“You must be smitten bad.” They turned to look at the two young women again and saw they had been joined by two younger men.
“Sonofabitch. Now look what you did. We lost out.” Sulista banged his fist on the counter.
“Come on, there’s a table free. Let’s play some pool.” Powell couldn’t resist one more glance at the redhead. She stared at him, winked and licked her lips. He knew he could still have her if he wanted.
He didn’t.

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Reviews — Lost Series by D M Thornton

I read Lost, the first book in this series some time ago and recently found the two sequels. If you want to feel the emotions of the characters you will love them. 

This second book in the Lost Series is completely different from the first, in which Brittany Powers and Cooper Owens are the sole survivors of a plane crash in the Amazon.
While it is hard to put yourself in their shoes in the Amazon, every emotion expressed in this, the second book, is something with which readers can totally identify.
The author has done a wonderful job of showing the detrimental effects of the plane crash on both characters, and their struggles to get over their PTSD and mental problems, plus their onw personal tragedies.
The coldness of Brittany’s family and the warmth and love of Cooper’s brothers and parents make for huge emotional conflicts, not to mention the kindness and hospitality of Charlie, Brittany’s only friend in the world.
The two lovers’ desperate need to reunite keeps the reader turning the pages.

DM Thornton is an excellent author. She has a way of making the characters come to life so you care about everything that happens to them, especially if you have followed their story in the other two books.
This author is also gifted in her ability to make the reader feel each and every emotion. You will have your heartstrings stretched taught and then broken as you experience the soaring highs and desperate lows as Brittany and Cooper wallow in the joy of being together again. There is no doubt they are hopelessly in love with a love that will never die.
And then your heart will be ripped from your body.

I love this series and I am a huge fan,, but if you suffer from depression or are easily saddened, you may find this book too deeply emotional.