Short Film and Smiles

November 28, 2016 1 comment

Half portrait of a seductive spy with gun in hand. Studio shot in low key light

I received an email today that brought a smile to my face. You know as a middle-aged, opinionated woman I’m often guilty of wondering what this world is coming to and shaking my head at the younger generation (the older generation has received its fare share lately too). Does this show my age or what? I swore I would never be this way *hangs head and sighs* but I’m guilty.

It was wonderful to see hard working college students taking on a sizable project and going for it. I hope you will take the time to read the email and watch the inspirational video by following the link. You may want to help out these future movers and shakers too.

Hi Suzie,

My name is Bailey and I stumbled upon your books/blog when I was doing research for a script I was helping develop. I was new to this genre and wanted to get more familiar with the general idea so I was perusing the internet when I found your book Bad Luck Cadet. I read it and loved it! It not only gave me a better idea of the world I was entering but it also made me laugh and I truly enjoyed it!

This was several months ago and now the script your book helped me develop is becoming a reality. Me and the writer/director of this story worked hard to develop this story hoping to create it as one of our school projects, but our school rejected it saying we could not make it within their time frame. This was disappointing but we believed in the story and decided to make it anyway. We gathered an amazing team and the film, Calvari, is becoming a reality.

Calvari is a short film that follows Jeff, a city detective, and his wife Jenn as they go on a long awaited night out downtown. Jenn probes Jeff to let her in on what is happening in his work but he is reluctant, worried that she cannot handle the harsh realities of his experiences. As Jeff begins to let Jenn in he realizes his work has spilled into his personal life. A mobster seeking revenge has put a hit on Jeff, and he and his family are now in grave danger.
I wanted to share this with you for a few reasons. One I wanted to personally thank you and show you how your book impacted me and is helping me follow my dreams of telling stories on screen. Two I wanted to share with you a story that you helped impact. Your book helped me get a better idea of the world I was entering and has helped me develop the idea further with my director.

Thanks for taking your time and I hope you enjoy the story just like I enjoyed yours 🙂

Categories: Life In Blue

Release Day: Street Justice by Holly S. Roberts aka Suzie Ivy

October 4, 2016 Leave a comment

99 CENTS and the best 99 pennies you’ll spend this month!

I’m really excited to announce the release of my new book, Street Justice. It’s included in the Cuffed & Claimed Box Set with 9 other authors. These are romance stories about police officers. All author proceeds will go to the families of officers who gave their lives in the line of duty which is something near and dear to my heart.

The stories range from sweet to steamy (mine’s on the steamy side) and all have lovable characters to curl up with and escape every day life.

Street Justice has humor, steamy romance, strong language, a small amount of violence, and a goofy but lovable dog who will steal your heart. The set is on sale for a limited time so grab your copy now!


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Categories: Humor, Writing

The Small Things

December 31, 2015 6 comments

Thank you for your service!


dreamstime_l_35373793My husband and I were shopping at Cosco when an older man stopped us and asked him about the Durango, Colorado shirt my husband wore. I took a trip to the lady’s room while the two of them spoke about Durango. When I came back there was a woman, who I thought was the daughter of the older man, standing beside him waiting patiently for the conversation to end. She was around our age.

My husband and the man shook hands and we turned to walk away. The woman said to the older man, “Sir, I would like to thank you for your service.”

I hadn’t taken notice that the man’s hat said Vietnam Vet until she spoke.

When we finished shopping, the two of them were eating together in the small food service area. I take my hat off to this woman. I know she made that man’s day. She also made mine.

The people we take for granted.


Every Tuesday we collect the garbage from our trash bins, empty them and move the large outside bin down to the street. The trash is picked up at around 11am.

I love our front deck and it’s a great place to read a bit and catch the morning sun. It’s high above the street which offers a bit of privacy. I was lost in my book when I noticed the loud rumble of the garbage collection truck turning up our road.

The young boy who lives next door, about five or six years old, ran to the road to watch the truck. He was jumping up and down and waiving at the driver. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, due to the noise, but there was something in his hand. The driver stopped his truck, turned off the engine and jumped down to see what the boy had.

Here is the conversation…

“My dad is teaching me to whittle and this is what I’m making.”

“That looks mighty fine. Remember to be careful with knives and be sure to show it to me when you’re finished.”

“My dad is teaching me to be careful too.”

“He sounds like a great dad. You be a good boy, now.”

He turned and went back to his truck, started the engine, and picked up the garbage.

These small acts of kindness made me smile.

My goal in 2016 is to pass it on and hope that someone somewhere smiles over something I do.

Happy New Year,



Writer’s Fact Check: 48 Hour Missing Person Myth

September 14, 2015 1 comment

Months ago, my husband and I were watching a movie when I came unglued over a scene where the police made a woman wait 48 hours before reporting her friend missing. This is total BS and is harmful to the public. My dissing an incorrect police procedure from Hollywood is a common occurrence in my house but I don’t usually jump out of my chair and scream at the television. My poor husband almost had a heart attack.

A few days ago, I was reading a really good romantic thriller and ran across the same situation. I marched downstairs, Nook in hand, and read the passage to my husband. He was working on his fantasy football draft. I must give him credit because he listened patiently to what I had to say. When I finished, he asked, “Didn’t that recently upset you in a movie we watched?”

woman screaming1See, my screaming had a lasting effect and he remembered my outburst even during football draft.

So Authors! Get your facts straight. The 48 hour rule is not just a myth, it’s dangerous to the people who read your books and believe you know what you’re talking about.

As a detective, a woman in my community waited 48 hours to inform the police that her son was missing. I helped dig his burned body from a shallow grave. This is why I scream and stomp my feet. If you write mystery, thrillers, police procedural, the last thing you want to do is spread false information that could possibly do more harm than good.



So let’s take a look at the truth:

  • Police take the totality of circumstances into consideration. It’s not against the law for an adult to take a trip and leave without telling anyone however police will always file a report.
  • Did the missing person pack clothes, toothbrush, wallet or other essential items? What about their vehicle, is it gone too?
  • Was there a family fight? Police can and will place an alert on a vehicle license plate.
  • Is this a common occurrence?
  • Do you live with the missing person and if not have you checked their home? The police will do what’s called a welfare check. I’ve done my share. Many are for the elderly after out of town relatives call. Several have ended in finding a person dead of natural causes.
  • Does the person have special needs; medication, mental or physical disabilities requiring assistance?
  • Why do you feel they are missing and endangered?

It should go without saying that any missing child, 18 years of age and younger, is endangered.

Stop the myth and do your job as an author. Research please. Screaming fits in my living room are extremely bad for my husband’s health and my blood pressure.

Rottweilers and Detectives

June 2, 2015 Leave a comment

The Forever Team is available in paperback ($5.99) and eBook (99 cents).

The Forever Team2

Six months ago The Forever Team released as part of 10-Code Project to raise money for the National Law Enforcement Officer’s Memorial Fund. I don’t have the figures yet but I’m very excited to see how much money we raised. Thank you everyone who purchased a copy.

I worked very hard this past month to make The Forever Team appropriate for age 10+ readers. This means I cleaned up the language and sexual innuendos that made it true to life. The changes don’t effect the story but for the first time, my grandchildren can read a book I’ve written.

As a long-time rottweiler owner, I want you to know this story is very close to my heart. I had just lost my six-year-old Rottie to cancer when I wrote The Forever Team. There were so many tears shed it was hard to see my computer screen at times. I’m hoping there are a few more Detective Jolett books in me because I really want to revisit her world.

Buy links: Amazon Kindle * Paperback

New Cover

bad-luck-cadet-4Bad Luck Cadet has a new cover and is re-edited to include more of the story and pictures.

Buy link: Amazon Kindle

Summer Reading

May 23, 2015 Leave a comment

RTP 1It’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.

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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 10codeMemorial 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:

Now if the weather would finally get warm and stay there, I could pretend I was on a beach!

Happy reading,


Categories: 10-Code

What Type of Girl Grows Up to be a Cop?

February 22, 2015 Leave a comment
Suzie 18-months-old

Suzie 18-months-old

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 against metal cap pistols totally out-gunned. 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.


Even my music back then was considered badass for the time. I sang “Sunshine” by Jonathan Edwards loud and proud. “He can’t even run his own life I’ll be damned if he’ll run mine.” Cher’s “Cherokee Nation” was another. “Took away our ways of life. The tomahawk and the bow and knife.” I realize now, by screaming these lyrics at the top of my lungs, I was preparing for defensive tactics. What I was subliminally saying… “No one is taking away my weapons and I’ll fight any cowboy who tries.”

My mother had a lead foot when driving our 1966 Buick Sportwagon. I met quite a few friendly police officers who liked my mom’s smile. She was always respectful and courteous. I honestly don’t remember her getting a ticket. “Slow down ma’am,” and we were back on the road. My mother never passed the buck. “I need to drive slower,” was her usual response when we pulled away. I had blue stars in my eyes because the cop cars were so much cooler than ours.

I was the kind of girl who broke her arm playing football and broke it again roller skating down suicide hill. In high school I became a cheerleader. Not because I actually wanted to cheer the boys on but because they wouldn’t let me play football. Standing so close to the sidelines, I could hear all the grunting, swearing, and yells clearly. It made the short skirts and ponytails almost bearable.

I was the kind of girl who grew up to be a cop.

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