It’s time to stock up on summer reading and I have just the book. Best of all it’s 13 brand new stories and the cost is only 99 cents. My friends; New York Times, USA Today and Amazon best-selling authors, got together and published Romancing the Paranormal with fun and sexy stories for hours of reading on a sandy beach, back yard lounge chair, or favorite under the ceiling fan reading spot. It boils down to 8 cents per hot guy and is worth every penny.
My book in the collection, Fang Chronicles: Tyboll, can be read as a standalone and is a humorous tale of a grumpy bear shifter who meets his match with a bear shifting witch. I promise you’ll laugh at what it takes to straighten him out.
Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TUI7KK6
Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00TUI7KK6…
On a side note, I will get the rights back to my latest police story, The Forever Team, on June 1st. It’s currently available on Amazon in the 10 Code collection and all proceeds benefit the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund in Washington, DC. When this story returns to my hands, the gritty content will be removed making it appropriate for age 10 plus readers. The original story will no longer be available so if you don’t have a copy and want to read it with true-life verbiage here’s the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PR9QWJM
Now if the weather would finally get warm and stay there, I could pretend I was on a beach!
As a child I had a fascination with police officers.
They represented authority, an awesome uniform, and a courageous presence that I found intriguing. Why do kids grow up wanting to be cops? What will the next generation bring to the badge?
Cowboys and Indians were big when I was a child. I always wanted to be the Indian; wild and fighting back against the big bad cowboys. Yes, I know this is politically incorrect today, but in the sixties it was big. I had a small bow and arrow set and fought, totally out-gunned, against metal cap pistols. I played with the boys because girl games were boring. Add small plastic dinosaurs and Match Box cars when indoors and I could entertain myself for hours on rainy days.
Read more of this post at Uniform Stories. The pictures, including the banner at the top, are of me as a child. And yes, I caught those fish all by myself.
Until next time,
These past years have been difficult when it came to writing non-fiction police books and blog posts. I spent six of my eight years with the Small Town Police Department as lead detective in Sex Crime and Homicide cases. I can easily look back on those first two years in law enforcement and smile.
After the first two, the reasons to smile faded and many of my cases were heartbreaking and tragic. In the bigger picture, I had a fear that if victims knew I wrote non-fiction police stories about my adventures as an officer, they would stop trusting me.
A victim in one of my cases asked me about my writing one day. I managed to keep my author identity fairly quiet but somehow she heard. I gave her the Bad Luck Blog information so she could visit my blog and see the people and stories I wrote about.
Her wonderful response emphasized the need to keep my detective cases private.
Chief Scott Silverii approached me months ago and asked me to join the 10-Code project—ten fictions stories, written by cops, honoring fallen officers. All proceeds will go to the National Law Enforcement Officer’s Memorial Fund. I was extremely honored to take part in Scott’s incredible endeavor.
Today, 10-Code is available at major online retailers. Below you will find the buy links. If you’ve pre-ordered, I hope you are sinking your teeth into this awesome book. If you didn’t pre-order you need to download your copy now. Please, it’s only $2.99 and all proceeds go to NLEOMF!
My story, The Forever Team, is dedicated to my police academy friend Philip Rodriguez. I miss him and his smile so much. Writing each word brought him up front and center in my thoughts. I try not to be sad but his loss had a profound effect on so many. Once a year, I visit the Officer Down Memorial Page and read the newest comments on Philip’s page. I’ve left several of my own but this time I couldn’t. Philip’s dad had the top post and it needed to stay there.
Here is the poem to Philip from his father.
I only have a picture now,
A frozen piece of time,
To remind me of how it was,
When you were here, and mine.
I see your smiling eyes,
Each morning when I wake,
I talk to you, and place a kiss,
Upon your lovely face.
How much I miss you being here,
I really can not say,
The ache is deep inside my heart,
And never goes away.
I hear it mentioned often,
That time will heal the pain,
But if I’m being honest,
I hope it will remain.
I need to feel you constantly,
To get me through the day,
I loved you so very much,
Why did you go away?
The angels came and took you,
That really wasn’t fair,
They took my one and only Son,
My future life. My heir.
If only they had asked me,
If I would take your place,
I would have done so willingly,
Leaving you this world to grace.
You should have had so many years,
To watch your life unfold,
And in the mist of this,
Watch me, your Mum grow old!
I hope you’re watching from above,
At the daily tasks I do,
And let there be no doubt at all,
I really do love you.
May 5, 2014
Each story in 10-Code is dedicated to an officer who changed our lives and lost their own. Thank you Philip for making mine better.
To readers: Merry Christmas and joyous holidays. Thank you for visiting me.
Seeing the worst of humanity becomes second nature and the daily expectation when many officers put on their uniform.
It wears on you, causes depression, lack of motivation, and discontent in our jobs. When those down and out times come along and I’m not seeing the sunshine through my patrol vehicle windshield, something always happens to lift my spirits.
During one of my Christmas day shifts, I was trying to shake off a fatality car accident caused by a drunk driver. I wondered if this was really the job for me. I hadn’t slept well the previous three days since the crash and feeling Christmas harmony was far from my mind. Though I enjoyed working the holidays, that particular day I wanted to be home with family to take my mind off the images that wouldn’t go away.
I stopped at the local twenty-four hour convenience store to grab a cup of hot coffee and try to put a buzz in my dragging boot steps. A man dressed in weathered clothes walked up to me and handed a plain black folded wallet over. He said he found it on the ground in the parking lot. I asked for his name and information but he said he didn’t want to give it. He turned and walked away. I thanked him but he never looked back.
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10-Code: Written by Cops, Honoring the Ultimate Sacrifice is now available for pre-order at Amazon and will be listed at other outlets soon. Here’s the cover, which I love, and a little more about the project.
New York Times Best-Selling Author John Gilstrap is writing the forward. I’ve been a long-time fan of John’s since he burst on the mystery scene with Nathan’s Run. It continues to be one of my favorite books. Pick any one of his books and you’ll be enthralled until the last word. I’m so very excited he’s giving our project a huge boost.
Here’s the blurb for my story:
The Forever Team
After losing her partner to cancer, Detective Lacy Jolett is impossible to work with and has a higher complaint record than her solved case ratio. Her sergeant says enough is enough and sends her away for training with a new partner. Suii is just as stubborn as Detective Jolett but has a cute nub tail and uses it to break through Lacy’s mental brick walls. How does she say no to one-hundred-fifty pounds of K9 Rottweiler who understands heartache?
You can read the first chapter on a previous blog post HERE.
Lacy is such an incredible character! Combine her with a fierce but lovable dog they are a team made in heaven. I am honored to be part of this incredible project. Proceeds for the sale of the book will go to The National Law Enforcement Officer’s Memorial Fund. Thoughts about another story featuring Lacy and her sidekick are running through my mind and screaming to get out. They will escape, I promise.
Please pre-order your copy today and also like our Facebook Page to boost awareness for our project.
I love the holidays and always have. During my years on patrol, I worked every Thanksgiving and Christmas. I loved the cheerful smiles when citizens saw me out on holiday patrol. And, I missed these days after my promotion to detective.
I’ve been invited into people’s homes for dinner, handed gifts, and thanked numerous times for my service. If you know anything about me by now, you know lots of hugs happen on these days too. Maybe that’s why they will always hold special memories.
Here’s what I was thankful for during my years in uniform.
In 2005, my patrol car was fitted with a back cage for the first time. Why you may ask, wouldn’t a patrol car have a cage? Simple really… budget. I always worried someone I arrested would slip their cuffs and assault me from behind. So, in 2005, I was thankful for a cage. Visit UniformStories.com for the rest of the story…
Yep, you read correctly. I’ve been asked to participate in a cop anthology dedicated to officers killed in the line of duty. It’s fiction but taken from my experiences on the street. I just received my story back from editing so I swear this is the real deal. The book “10 Code” releases January 6th, 2015. All proceeds will go to the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Foundation. Can you tell that I’m excited?
I’ll give more information and the cover when release day is closer. Just to tease you, here’s the first chapter…
The Forever Team
Detectives work best in teams. It’s that whole right brain, left brain scenario. In a good, well-established team what one person misses the other zeros in on. That’s what I lost when my partner Tony died of cancer. It’s been two years and I still can’t find that someone who complements me, pushes me to be a better detective, and puts up with my moods. Not to mention my outside-the-box speculations of possible events in a crime. Tony was always first to congratulate me when I was dead-on, even after making fun of my leap from evidence to outrageous. He also pointed out when I was wrong and made sure I remembered several times over.
My department has five detectives and I’m odd man out, or in my case, woman out. Of thirty-two certified officers, I’m one of three females, and the only female detective. I work in a man’s world. That’s another reason Tony and I meshed. He didn’t care if I had a vagina and inverted balls. He wanted to solve cases, and the two of us were damned good at it.
For the past two years, I coasted along barely making the motions. I continued solving cases, but not at the same rate as Tony and I had managed to. I also tried working with different detectives looking for that spark I had with Tony. Don’t get me wrong, my relationship with Tony was in no way sexual. He was happily married to Beth, and Beth and I were close. We stayed in touch for a while after Tony died; a drink now and then with happy and sad memories of the man we both loved. Now, after two years, she was remarrying this fall. I knew because I received a “save the date” card. Of all the stupid things to come up with in an already ridiculous event called weddings, they added save the date. A fork lodged in my throat was more appealing. And to make it worse, once Beth hit the dating market again, our friendship dwindled. Her life without Tony moved on. Mine was ending here today at a dog kennel.
Yes, an overdramatic statement, but in my opinion accurate. After years of grievances made against me by fellow officers and detectives, my sergeant, Lou Spence, stopped listening to my excuses. He was partnering me with a dog. A trained K9—the miracle partner. One who never files complaints.
Our first conversation on the subject was brief.
“How do you feel about dogs, Detective Jolett?” he asked as he leafed through a stack of papers.
“I’ve dated a few.” I paused a moment thinking he’d look up, but he didn’t, so I continued.
“They smell and need a tight choker collar with a few kibbles thrown their way every now and then. It doesn’t help much, though, and they generally remain an all-around nuisance.” I was trying to push the sergeant’s buttons, but it didn’t seem to work. He didn’t acknowledge my condescending reply in the slightest.
“Here, take this.” He handed me a small packet. “Your training begins Monday at 0800. You’ll be gone for eight weeks. Don’t worry about your cases; they’re being reassigned. Make arrangements with your current mongrel so he knows you’ll be out of town.” He looked directly into my eyes and the corners of his mouth tipped up slightly. For a second I thought he’d smile. “Don’t call me, Lacy, I’ll call you.” By using my first name he was telling me I was completely SOL.
Six weeks of dual-purpose canine training later, with two more to go, I was receiving my official K9. Jack Mallory, the head of the Arizona Police K9 Reserve Program, was walking me through the kennels so I could check out a few prospects. Jack was around my age and too sexy for his own good. It made the process of finding a dog much harder. During our six weeks of training, Jack’s grumpy, I-prefer-dogs attitude grew on me. This is what loneliness did to a woman, and I had to mentally shake myself so I could focus on the reason I was here. I pulled my eyes away from Jack and looked at the cages. Shepherds, Belgian Malinois, and even one Staffordshire Terrier stared back at me with perceived contempt. I’d trained with all three breeds these past weeks and couldn’t care less what the dogs thought of me. One of the Shepherds tried to take off my hand when I laid it flat to the bars of the cage. I didn’t jerk my hand back and managed an evil glare that didn’t intimidate the dog at all.
Speaking over the Shepherd’s barks and growls, Jack surprisingly tried to reassure me,
“Cocamo’s a good dog, but will take some adjustment time.”
Not the dog for me. I wanted as little work as possible. One of the Malinois caught my eye, so Jack brought him out of the cage.
“Sterling has a good disposition and he’s not too high strung. He may not act it now, but he’s fierce when necessary and likes to play during his down time. He’s young and needs lots of attention. You’d make him a good partner.”
I didn’t want a partner. I was here to get my sergeant off my back. Lots of attention was another problem. I barely paid attention to my own appearance. Each workday, I lotioned my face and threw my dirty blonde hair into a ponytail. I exercised regularly, which for my job was necessary. My high cheekbones and small chin had most people thinking I was much younger. I had good genes to thank for that. Like I said, though, I really couldn’t care less what anyone thought of me. And a needy dog was more than I was capable of. I actually pitied the mutt who got stuck with me.
I turned slightly and caught sight of a black lump curled up in the corner of a cage toward the back of the room. He or she refused to give me or Jack the time of day.
“Who’s that?” I pointed at the reticent dog.
Jack looked between me and the Rottweiler a few times before answering. “That’s Suii. He’s lazy and getting up there in age. He has maybe two years left before he’s retired.”
I had eight, but we were sorta equal if you stretched it by comparing human years to dog years. “Bring him out.” That was another thing about Jack; my short, clipped phrases apparently didn’t irritate him. He opened the cage.
Suii lifted his head seemingly uncaring. Jack snapped his fingers. The dog slowly uncurled his massive body while gaining his feet. Big. Damn big. I’d judge Suii pushed one-fifty. The dog walked out of the cage and sat beside Jack’s legs. It was a slouching sit. Lazy. The perfect dog for me.
Jack attached a leash and handed me the end. Suii didn’t budge. Jack just looked at me, waiting to see what I’d do. I gave a firm tug and snapped my fingers. Just as slowly as Suii came out of his cage, he walked the three feet separating us and sat-slouched again. His huge head tipped sideways and back as his big chocolate eyes stared into mine.
I didn’t take it as dominance. The dog appraised me like I appraised him. “I have a large couch, a television, and a small back patio. If you can handle that, I’ll take you,” I said in a no-nonsense tone.
His head cocked a little more and his floppy ears lifted just a bit. I took that as an affirmative and looked at Jack. “When do we go home?”
“We can start the next phase of training right now. Suii’s trained in German. You’ll have two additional weeks to become acquainted and learn his language before you can leave. Do you have questions about him, like why he’s here?”
I really didn’t care, but nodded anyway. Jack obviously had something to say.
He looked down at the dog and his lips compressed. “His handler left him in the car. The call went bad, and Officer Bradly was shot and killed. Suii hasn’t bonded with anyone since, so don’t get your hopes up. He’s unenthusiastic and can be difficult.”
Jack just described me and I was relieved—bonding was something I didn’t need. Suii and I would get along just fine.
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