There’s a new teller at the branch where I bank, and he probably wonders why I remember his name and not anybody else’s. No, he probably thinks it’s because he’s cute. Well, he is cute, but the reason I remember his name is that it’s…
Tag: 1968
I love clickbait titles. I usually don’t click on them, but I love making up wiseass responses. Like, “Oh, I bet he said ‘prune juice.’” Sometimes I crack me up. ANYWAY, here is a scene from my paranormal suspense book set in 1968. The elderly…
Here’s an excerpt from A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE, my paranormal suspense set in 1968. The narrator here is Mitch Franklin, a 17-year-old orphan who was hired out of the orphanage to work for the town’s wealthiest family. Lydia, who volunteers at a local…
