Preview my new release, More Than Truth!

The first book in this series, More Than Memories, released in the spring quite a while ago… years ago actually! It was a standalone romantic suspense novel, and it wasn’t until about two years ago that I realized there was much more to tell here.

The first book revolved around Molly’s return after a four year absence due to memory loss. That loss comes back in this book; as you’ll see, it opens during the summer after all of them graduated.


https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FZRSTN46

More Than Truth on Amazon

Some truths should stay buried. Others refuse to die.

When a convicted killer is released on new DNA evidence, Trent Williams expects controversy. Instead he gets a new case and a possible killer in town. They were all at the lake party that summer long ago, the night Wendy Harper vanished. The real killer could be any one of them: one of their friends, a local cop, or town resident.

The original evidence was ignored, which pointed to several suspects. The wrongly imprisoned man now wants to find the truth. Then a copycat murder rocks Ridge City—and Trent’s family becomes the target of a chilling message: You ruined my life.

It all happened the summer Molly Williams disappeared. Her memory of that time is scattered at best… and yet certain images keep coming back to haunt her, like a cabin in the mist.

The past is haunting them all. But is the killer hunting them right now?


Prologue

The July Fourth After Graduation

A shooting star streaked across the black sky high above their campfire and circle of chairs. Eighteen-year-old Alicia tracked it until it disappeared behind the old growth forest crowding around the lake. Was it a sign? It had to be good luck for the rest of their lives, starting this summer.

A few of them were singing or humming along with the song playing in the pickup a ways off. A fitting song about living in a small town.

She shivered as the night air settled around them, even though her face and arms were hot from the fire. They’d all swam in the lake as the sun set, and her damp hair felt cold on her neck.

Once it was dark, some of the guys lit fireworks over the lake and on the sandy beach where it was big enough to be safe. She liked watching them… But this was better. The quiet noises of nature, the crackling fire, and laughter.

Suddenly another huge star blazed across the sky, this one so bright it had a long tail.

“Did you see that?!” Alicia squealed and pointed up, sitting across the bonfire from her older brother Trent. Slightly older brother Trent. “That’s the biggest shooting star I’ve ever seen!”

She looked back down at their circle of friends: Trent and Molly, Wendy and Colby, Mark, and his cousin Jaycen with his girlfriend Lauren. They were a couple years older, so that automatically made them seem more sophisticated. Plus, they’d driven up from California two weeks ago, both with golden tans and honey blond hair like a Hollywood couple. So far everyone liked them.

“It’s technically an asteroid,” Colby said under his breath to his girlfriend Wendy. Alicia rolled her eyes but didn’t comment.

“Let’s make a wish!” she said.

“I wish…” Wendy closed her eyes while her mouth moved silently. Her dark hair looked extra shiny in the campfire light.

“I want another six pack!” CJ yelled from out in the darkness, and a couple football players with him whooped. They were hanging out about thirty feet away by the tree line, at the back end of the pickup truck with the tailgate down to hold the beer coolers.

Groans followed from around the campfire where her group sat.

In between songs, an owl screeched off in the distance, probably across the lake from them, reminding them of all the nature out there in the dark. Sometimes they even heard coyotes out here but no one really worried about them.

“Seriously!” Alicia added loudly. In a normal voice, she added to her friends, “What should we wish for? For all of us?”

“More nights like this,” her brother Trent said, soft orange light dancing on his face. He turned his head to gaze at his girlfriend Molly. They sat snuggled up, their heads resting against each other, her dark curls falling on his shoulder.

Molly was Alicia’s best friend… and it was a little weird that she was dating Trent. Or, it was at first. Now it seemed like it was always meant to be.

“Yes!” Mark raised his beer. “More campfires! Fishing trips. And smooth sailing when we apply to the Police Academy.”

Alicia raised her Pepsi with only a little hesitation. She wanted her brother to be happy. Both Trent and Mark wanted to be officers on the Ridge City police force. Mark was focused on his goal, ignoring everything else. Trent, on the other hand, spent a ton of time with Molly. Was that good for someone who wanted to be a cop?

Mark and Alicia were the only two single people sitting around the fire, but they’d always been just friends. He was good-looking. Tall, lean, an easy smile. Curly blond hair that made all the girls want to touch it. Maybe the two of them never entertained the idea because he was her brother’s best friend. But he had been there for her too.

Everyone here was woven into the memories of her growing up years. Almost everyone out here at the lake too. Ridge City was a small town and everyone knew everyone. The jocks, skaters, and smart kids had their own groups but it all overlapped.

“Mol, what about you, babe?” Trent asked, pulling their blanket over her shoulder where it was slipping. Molly leaned her head back to give him a sly smile.

“A nice house, babies… and some kind of cool business.”

Everyone snickered. Molly had a different business idea for every day of the week. Alicia almost cracked a joke but the love was sizzling between her brother and best friend.

“Maybe some wedding bells in there?” Trent said, his low voice making Molly giggle. Those two.

“Yes, some wedding bells too,” Molly whispered.

“Get a room!” Colby said even though he was tucked in with his girlfriend too. Or, actually, Wendy was in her own chair.

Alicia wanted romance like that. Sometime later, maybe. She had plans and didn’t want to get sidetracked.

“I wish we could stay longer,” Lauren said wistfully. She was an outsider, but she came here with Mark’s cousin, Jaycen.

Alicia looked her way and tried to read her expression in the flickering orange light. She was kinda fancy for their group, not that they were snobs or anything. Just… Lauren really dressed to impress even though it sounded like she came from a small town too. Alicia’s mom had commented it seemed like Lauren was “putting on airs” to make up for something.

Anyway, her wish surprised Alicia.

Lauren’s light blond hair gleamed as the fire crackled and popped. They were a fun couple. Well, Jaycen was super fun. Always singing and joking. Maybe it’d be cool if they got to stay longer, but he’d come for a seasonal summer job.

“You never know, honeycakes,” Jaycen said jokingly, but in that honeyed voice of his, while his arms wrapped around her so one draped between her knees. “You never know what the future holds.”

Lauren didn’t smile. Alicia tried to read her expression better but couldn’t. It was Jaycen’s face catching the light, his wide smile and thick blond hair. It was straight and shiny, a little long like he wanted to look dangerous. Or sexy. Dangerous was a funny word to use.

“Alicia, what about you?” Molly asked her, breaking into her thoughts. “College and taking on the world?”

“Yeah, what about you?” Wendy asked from right next to her. Everyone was under a blanket with their boyfriend, Wendy included. She was sitting with Colby.

Alicia turned their way. “You first.”

“I want…” Wendy paused, thinking, but Alicia knew her friend had plans. Maybe she was nervous to share them. “I want to go to U of O, for Ocean Studies.”

“For what?” Colby asked in a condescending way.

“Ocean Studies,” Wendy said with a scoff. “As if you care. Or know what that is.”

“That’s super cool,” Alicia told her, cutting off the argument before it started. Wendy was one of her close friends. Not quite as close as Molly, her best friend. Still, she hoped all of them would stay close after this summer. Everything was changing…

An awkward silence was building so Alicia shared.

“I wish… that I get all A’s in college.”

“Seriously?” Colby asked while also covering a burp with his elbow.

“Gross!”

“Seriously,” Alicia said, raising her soda can in a toast to herself. “College and taking on the world.”

She wasn’t ready to tell anyone she wanted to write novels.

Campfire smoke caught her in the face then and she tilted her head back to breathe.

She saw another shooting star. This time, she made a silent wish. Two wishes.

I wish to be a writer someday.

And… I wish we’re always friends.

Chapter One

Molly Williams – Present Day

Molly Williams stepped outside her front door to retrieve the morning paper. She paused to appreciate the soft mist clinging to the tall evergreens on the other side of the private road leading deeper into the property. The morning sun was burning through the mist to create a halo bursting through the old growth trunks.

Robins hopped through the Rhodies growing close to the house, chirping good morning to everyone. She loved their yard, and this entire property where they would ride horses and take the kids on picnics.

She sipped her steaming black coffee and grabbed the paper, then stilled as she caught sight of a few words.

…Killer Colby Whitbourn…

She knew that name.

She shook it out to read the full title before stepping inside and hurrying back toward the kitchen and her husband, Trent. Her two children stopped their play to look up as she sped by, trying not to slosh coffee.

“It’s okay, kids!” she called. Shyann had poked her head into the hallway. Molly glanced back to make sure her daughter had rejoined Lucus. They were already giggling.

Trent startled, setting his own mug down without taking the planned drink.

“Have you seen this?” Molly slapped the morning edition of the Ridge City Review down on the table in front of his coffee, anger and fear burning in her chest. “Candice didn’t think to call us?”

Candice, a tall reporter with pretty brown eyes, ran the local paper on her own, and was somewhat of a friend. At least, they helped each other. Before retiring from the police force, Trent shared some information with her and she did the same. Candice had been working with Trent’s sister Alicia on a book, too, about a true crime here in Ridge City.

They kept a subscription to the paper over their friendship.

Trent lifted the paper to read the headline out loud, “DNA Evidence Exonerates Convicted Killer Colby Whitbourn. What…? How is this possible?”

Two photos sat side by side on the front page. On the left, a mug shot showed a young and despondent Colby Whitbourn, his head tilted forward as he glared at the camera. His dark blond hair looked greasy, slicked in different directions. Molly could remember his light green eyes that made up for his plain face. The photo didn’t capture his eye color well.

On the right, a young woman with light blue eyes and dark hair smiled for her senior photo. How sad that her life and name would always be shadowed by her murder.

“What happened that summer?” Molly asked, sitting down and springing up again to pace. “All these memories are swamping my brain…” She bracketed her head with her hands, flustered. “I didn’t forget this too, did I?”

Trent held out a calming hand, waiting until she looked him in the eye.

“It’ll come back, and if it doesn’t, I’ll talk you through it, okay?” He waited for her nod and refocused on the paper.

She’d lost her memory a long time ago, and although she regained it, once in a great while something popped up that made her question things from the past. This was one of them.

“What evidence? Is it new?” he mumbled to himself, beginning to read.

Colby Whitbourn spent over a decade in prison–for a crime he didn’t commit. Whitbourn was convicted for the murder of Wendy Harper, a recent high school graduate at the time. All the clues pointed to him, and he was convicted on circumstantial evidence.

Whitbourn maintained his innocence and this past year the Innocence Project worked with state authorities and new technologies to clear his name.

While police did discover DNA evidence during the investigation, it was inconclusive at the time and not usable in court. However, new techniques have developed ways to test the old samples, and this revealed that Colby Whitbourn is innocent. This story is unfolding and more information will be forthcoming.

Trent leaned back, his gaze focused on the slider. It offered a view of their expansive backyard that backed into forest, but Molly doubted he was actually looking at the view.

“This says Colby wasn’t a match to the DNA sample, but that doesn’t mean…” He glanced over and let the rest of his words fade away.

Molly folded her arms and chewed on a fingernail while pacing. It sounded like Trent was already working a case while she was trying to process this.

“I’m not sure why it’s upsetting me so much,” she said quietly. “It’s like I’m remembering it for the first time since… since that summer and what happened. I feel horrible, like I simply pushed it out of mind all this time.”

“Mol, hey,” he said, reaching out to her. She didn’t go to him. “That was the summer before you lost your memory, when you hurt your head and your parents took you and fled town. That year before has always been fuzzy for you. Don’t blame yourself.”

He had a point. She’d spent four years in California after that, no memory of who she was or what had happened here in Ridge City. That could be why this got all but erased. Now, however, it was burning up through her memories and wrecking havoc on her stomach.

Almost like there was more to it.

Trent rose and pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing a hand up and down her back. They stood together, body to body, sharing heat and strength. Molly laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, going back in time.

Did she remember that year correctly, or was it tinted through the trauma of the next few years?

“That was a great summer until things went south,” he murmured, and she knew he planned to talk her through things and calm her nerves. “We were so young. Fresh out of high school. We were secretly talking about marriage anyway. Maybe not so secretly. Alicia was all fired up about going to college. Mark knew he wanted to go into law enforcement.”

“So did you.” She remembered all of that, and how they were trying to fit in as much life and memory making as possible, because some of them were moving on. Life was a big open road ahead of them, full of possibilities, and change. “Do you remember her?”

“Wendy Harper… Yeah, of course I do. I knew we weren’t super close, but she went through all twelve years of school with us. She hung out with us a lot our senior year and that summer.”

“I remember going to the lake with everyone… more than once.”

“More than once,” he echoed with a small laugh. “More like once a week. Our smaller group, anyway. You and me,” he started listing, “Mark, Alicia, Colby, Wendy, and Jaycen. That was Mark’s cousin, and Jaycen’s girlfriend, Lauren too. They stayed for two months.”

“I don’t remember him…”

“They were just visiting anyway.”

As she remembered, she smelled the lake, the campfire smoke, and Trent’s cologne that he wore back then. She could see the stars in the black sky, the tree line across the lake, as she sat by the campfire with everyone.

She remembered swimming in the lake in the evenings, jumping off the dock, and then how cold the air grew late at night.

She remembered that summer… but not the exact night Wendy vanished.

“Hmm.” Trent made a noise that meant he wasn’t happy about something. “The thing that’s always stuck out to me… It wasn’t what I saw, but what I missed. I don’t know if I talked to Wendy that night, and I just barely remember seeing her once or twice. I didn’t have any useful information.”

“That’s not your fault.” She tried to look up at his face but couldn’t see his expression.

“Still.”

“Wendy went to the bathroom,” she said almost like a confession. “And didn’t come back. Once we realized, everyone started looking and yelling for her.”

Molly leaned back. Trent loosened his embrace so they could see each other before he said, “It came out that Wendy was starting to see another guy and Colby found out. I’m not sure if you were here to hear that, or the end of the investigation.”

“End of the investigation?” She didn’t follow.

He sighed. “A month later, a hiker found a gravesite out past the reservoir. It turned out to be Wendy.”

She stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself. Did she remember that? Her memory grew foggy sometime during that summer.

Little Lucas ran into the room, giggling, with Shyann right behind him. She wiggled her fingers in front of her like monster claws. They ran around the table, and back out again, with Shyann’s curls making a long cape behind her.

Trent watched them with a soft smile on his face. Molly waited for him to call out for them to slow down but he was too distracted. He refreshed his coffee mug and handed it to her. With a wave toward the paper, he said, “Candice probably thought we knew. I mean, I’m not on the force but Mark’s my best friend.”

“Surely he knew? He’s the chief now. How come he didn’t know?”

“Or didn’t tell us,” Trent said softly, implying that Mark Stone, the Ridge City Chief of Police, might have chosen not to tell them. “I’ll find out more when I head in. I’m sure Mark will want my help digging into the old files.”

Again? She didn’t like how often he was pulled back to the station, to his old life as a detective. They ran a retreat on their property now, which had been Trent’s idea.

But, the old life still pulled at him. The past always wanted them back.

Corvette Coverup – a thriller mini

So, it’s taken me a good while but I finally did a thing – I created a reader magnet, a novella that you get for free when you sign up for my newsletter. Of course, you might already signed up here for my blogs, but I wanted to share this gripping story and the cover with you.

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Corvette Coverup

When a famous actress is found murdered in her Corvette, the similarities to Aubry Lane’s upcoming novel are impossible to ignore—especially when Aubry’s name is discovered at the scene. Facing public suspicion and police scrutiny, Aubry steps into the spotlight to control the narrative, confident that stories—when told correctly—can protect as much as they reveal. But the deeper she digs into her past, the more she begins to suspect the real danger isn’t the story she told… …it’s the one someone else has been editing for years.

Assitant for Hire: A High-Stakes Thriller of Lies, Luxury, and Survival

What would you do to save your sister?

Zoe Montgomery needs money fast—more than she could earn in 10 years as a nurse—to keep her little sister alive long enough to receive a heart transplant. Then she finds a possible miracle.

Looking for a female assistant. Must travel. Must adapt. Must disappear into a role.
Payment: life-changing.
Terms: classified.

When she finds an ad seeking a female “travel companion” for a two-week luxury trip, she knows it’s dangerous. Vague. Too good to be true.

And she goes anyway.

Soon Zoe is swept into a world of billionaires, boardroom sharks, and carefully staged affection… all in paradise. Her new role? Pretend to be the girlfriend of the elusive Leighton Forester. Why? She has no clue and isn’t allowed to ask. No touching, no questions, no complications.

But rules are only real until someone breaks them.

Someone else is pulling strings behind the scenes. Someone who knows why Zoe was chosen, who benefits if this relationship fails publicly—and who won’t let her walk away.

Zoe thought she was being paid to play a part.

Now she’s realizing she’s the weapon in someone else’s war.

~ ~ ~

Why did he hire Zoe? Why is he lying to everyone? What’s really at stake?

Find out…

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Paws for Clues, a new cozy mystery series by friend Gabriele Ewerts

I hope you had a Merry Christmas … and Happy New Year! It’s almost 2026 – so crazy!

I’m spending today, the last day of 2025, thinking of everything I’ve accomplished this year, including writing a new series and planning several new thrillers. My next novel, Assistant for Hire, is releasing in mere days!!

Before that, however, I wanted to give a shout out to my friend Gabriele Ewerts, who is launching her first cozy mystery series. She’s been writing fantasy for years and how has a super fun mystery series! I enjoyed the story and had to share. It’s available in KU and print – check it out at https://a.co/d/fcWzzZc

A telepathic dog, a dead body, and a widow who refuses to roll over.

Still reeling from her husband’s sudden death, Trudy barely has time to grieve before his secrets start surfacing—beginning with a telepathic dog who won’t stop talking. After losing everything, the widow moves into a quirky mobile home park with her outspoken new companion and vows to rebuild her life.

But when she stumbles upon a dead body, Trudy’s fresh start takes a deadly detour. Determined to clear her name, she and her four-legged sidekick dive nose-first into the mystery. Can this unlikely duo sniff out the killer before she becomes the next victim?

Ghosts of Echoes Past – new cozy mystery! (Sneak peek!)

Book Three in the Mystery Falls Cozy Mystery Series

Sometimes the past echoes through generations


When Drew Davenport finds an old plane ticket tucked inside a used book, he never expects it to uncover a century-old tragedy… Or a family secret that ties him to Mystery Falls. The faded notes on the ticket point to Colette Davenport, a young woman lost in a plane crash and parents who vanished into the mountains soon after.

As winter closes in, a modern-day couple disappears near the same ridge. Locals whisper about ghostly lanterns and voices that echo through the canyon. Together with Ava Fairchild, Drew follows a trail of letters, legends, and lies into the snowy wilderness to stop history from repeating itself.

Cozy, haunting, and full of heart, Ghosts of Echoes Past weaves small-town charm with a chilling mystery of love, loss, and the secrets we inherit.

Chapter One: Drew

A swell of pride and contentment filled me as I parked by my bookstore entrance. I glanced up at the partly cloudy sky as I carried the last box of books inside the store. The air had a bite that hinted of snow but not quite yet, just the sharp, clean chill that made my breath curl in front of me. 

I nudged the door open with my hip and stepped into the stillness of Booksy Bar, where the scent of roasted coffee beans and old paper mingled with the invigorating, woodsy pine from the garland Ava had hung.

The place was dark and quiet on this Sunday morning before Thanksgiving, our usual day off. No soft laughter drifting between the stacks, no clinking mugs, no friends gathered near the fire. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love that bustle too, seeing customers linger and talk, their voices blending with the low hum of the espresso machine, but I love being here and doing what I want. I can browse books, organize, sit by the fire to read without anyone around. 

Well, seeing as I’m alone, I can be honest and say my very favorite time here is with my business partner Ava, sitting at the bar counter with her hair in a messy bun, debating what new cider to try or teasing me about organizing books by emotion instead of genre. 

I dropped the boxes off in the back sorting room and went to make a hot chocolate at the café counter. The weather called for it. I would need something warm before the hike into Mystery Falls in a few hours. We were all going, partly because Ava, and our chef Tony, had yet to see the falls. I actually hadn’t been in a few years, either. It’d be fun to hike in, forage for mushrooms, and spend time with our team away from work. Well, as long as the skies played nice and didn’t rain on us. 

Steam rose from the mug as I settled onto a stool by the sorting table. The boxes came from the attic at home, the one room I haven’t completely gone through since taking ownership of my late parents’ house. When I saw the boxes contained books, I stowed them in the car to bring them here. 

The first box held old novels and comic books, odd finds, since these came from my parent’s stored things in the attic. I expected to find my father’s historical texts or my mother’s cookbooks, not pulp covers and superhero capes. I smiled, shaking my head. Dad had probably tucked them away to “keep them safe,” which usually meant forgotten.

I started a small keeper pile on the shelf I jokingly called my Vault: books too interesting to sell or too rare to part with. The comics looked promising due to their age and the pristine packaging.  

The next box held paperbacks with faded beach covers. Mostly romances, book club fiction, dog-eared adventures. A few big hits like The Help by Kathryn Stockett. There were a few old westerns and even crime fiction. The Dan Brown titles had been huge. 

Maybe these had been yard sale finds, or possibly a stash they started because I always talked about opening a bookstore. My mom had loved the idea of me starting one here.

I sorted them into stacks, mentally plotting a “Summer in December” sale with the beach reads. They were used so it’d be a nice deal for anyone wanting to stuff stockings.

One book, The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown, had something wedged inside the pages. I flipped it open to find an old plane ticket dated 2010. The name read Arthur Davenport, my grandfather.

Oh, wow. Maybe these boxes had been his.

I brushed dust from the edges, intrigued with this little piece of history. I found plenty of makeshift bookmarks inside used books: grocery lists, receipts, even a pressed flower, but never a plane ticket.

The flight was from Portland to Bend. He must have driven from there. My parents had lived here about eight years at that time. I wasn’t able to make it here to see him… I only remembered because it was the last time my grandfather came here before he died. If only I could pick up the phone and call Heaven, and tell him, “Guess what, Grandpa! I moved to Mystery Falls too!”

I’d have to search for photos from that visit. Acute regret and longing hit me.

Blinking tears away, I turned the ticket over to see if it had any other info. On the back, someone had scrawled notes in neat, purposeful handwriting:

Birth mother — Colette Davenport
Birth place — Mystery Falls, OR
1944 or 45?
Thomas Jones? William Gray?

“What in the world…?” I set the ticket on the table, heart ticking faster. “My grandfather was born here?”

Was this some forgotten piece of family lineage, that didn’t mean much, or was it hidden on purpose? I had no clue I had any ties to Mystery Falls, and I couldn’t fathom how or why my parents overlooked telling me.

I had never heard of Colette, but she had to be my great grandmother. My grandfather was born in 1945.

A flash of irony made me look at the book’s title again: The Lost Symbol. Interesting.

My parents retired here twenty years ago. My father died ten years ago, and then this last summer, my mother. But they were both alive when my grandfather visited with this ticket. They never mentioned any links to the town. In fact, I felt sure they led me to believe they had chosen this place for its quaint setting, friendly people, and close access to hiking and outdoor adventures. They’d never said anything about my grandparents being from here—or anyone named Colette.

That was the other thing. My grandfather was adopted? Or was I misunderstanding this?

What else could this mean, other than he was looking for his birth mother? The part that made me doubt my assumption was the two names that followed: Thomas Jones and William Gray.

Why would my grandfather have his mother’s name, Davenport, if he was adopted? 

If I wanted to dig any further, I’d have to run home.

“Oh, shoot,” I muttered, checking the time on my phone. Eleven. I was supposed to meet Ava and the others here at noon for the hike. I came here planning to stay until it was time.

Still, curiosity tugged hard. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had stumbled onto something important. Plus, if I ran home, I could switch vehicles in case I ended up driving out to the falls.

I used the boxes to organize the books for the used book sale, the ones I wasn’t keeping anyway. 

Taking the book and plane ticket with me, I made a trip to the café to reheat my cold cocoa. It was quiet on the bar side, but Ava was probably up… I thought about sharing this with her but something completely stopped me. It felt like a fresh wound. 

I locked up and headed out to the car.  The white Camry had belonged to my mother, and it made sense to keep it for the better gas mileage… and the memories. 

The town’s decorations had morphed from creepy to full-on harvest time, including some decorative turkeys. A few leftover pumpkins sat on the street corners, some with holes pecked into them. Straw brooms with fake orange flowers marked the tail end of autumn. Some businesses had strung up orange lights, making our streets cozier. 

Our claim to fame was, “Most Bigfoot sightings in the world!” But we also leaned into the small town charm, especially for Christmastime. Did that charm hide something? Something deeper and mysterious? Maybe there was a reason for the Bigfoot sightings. I mean, where else can a bitter wife frame a 100-year-old ghost for her husband’s murder?

That was a good point: it was always a person behind it, not some paranormal activity. Even the Bigfoot sightings. Nathan Harper had dressed up as Bigfoot this year for Spooky Fest and kept his identity hidden for the entire week, winning the yearly costume prize.   

Back home, I went inside and jogged up the stairs to my father’s old office. I had sorted this room during this summer and fall, carefully boxing letters and sorting ledgers, so I wasn’t sure what I hoped to find now. 

I rifled through drawers and checked the file cabinets but didn’t see anything helpful. Where would they keep that? I wasn’t sure Dad would have it in here…

The photo albums! I hurried downstairs and turned to take in the wall of family photographs. It reminded me of the night I had Ava over for dinner and she spent a good while taking them all in. At the foot of the wall, my mom had a short, long shelf full of photo albums. I kneeled down and began sliding them out one at a time, looking for her labels.

I pushed an album in and reached for the next, but stopped when I found a folder labeled Family Records. Bingo. 

I laid it on the floor and opened the cover, hoping documents would be in some kind of chronological order. There were a few marriage certificates, copies of birth certificates, school related papers, and the older documents.

One thin, very old paper had family information typed out. The top of the page showed my mother’s family tree, going back four generations. 

On the bottom half, it listed the four generations of the Davenports, but it oddly didn’t mention Colette or her parents. It started with someone else.  

Harold & Elise Davenport (m. Portland, Ore) 

→ Arthur Davenport (1945–2018) 

→ Michael Davenport (1966–2015) m Elaine (b. 1973) 

→ Drew Davenport (b. 1994)

Strange… Arthur was looking for his birth parents here in Mystery Falls, not Harold and Elise. They must have adopted him… So how were they related to Colette? She lived here but her baby was raised elsewhere. I had so many questions. There was only one thing I could draw from all of this. My family hadn’t just come to Mystery Falls. They’d come back.

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For people who like small town cozy mysteries with ghosts, Christmas, and slow burn romance!

Cover Reveals & New Releases!

So the third Mystery Falls novel is releasing right now… the paperback is out and the ebook will release Sunday. That one has holiday cheer, ghosts, a bookstore, mystery, inherited secrets, and slow-burn romance… and it was so much fun to write! It really put me in the Christmas spirit as the story starts around Thanksgiving and goes through the holidays.

Click to see this bookstore cozy mystery series on Amazon!

I’ve been working on a few thrillers too and wanted to share the covers…

Check out my Thrillers page for a full description…

Assistant for Hire is a game of “What’s really going on?”

That’s what drives my thrillers – the curiosity and journey of trying to discern who is really doing what.

The tone of this story is similar to The Perfect Husband… and a bit different from my other stories because it happens in paradise with warm weather and tiki drinks. And lots of intrigue.

This will be out this month!!


After that one, I’m working on a story with lots of mystery, family drama, intrigue… I’ll share more soon but I LOVE this cover and just had to share it with you.

The Enemy’s Game releases this Friday!

The Enemy’s Game – Romantic Thriller

Releasing Friday in Kindle and Kindle Unlimited! For readers who enjoy remote cabin thrillers… out in the Oregon wilderness… and stories about lies, games, and intrigue… You can pre-order to ensure you get it Friday!

She can’t trust him. She can’t survive without him.

Cora suspects her father’s employer isn’t above board, and then her father suddenly disappears. The only person who can help is the one man she can’t trust: Nick Holloway, the employer’s son.

Instead of helping, he follows his family’s orders and takes her to a remote cabin in the mountains. They think he’s proving his loyalty. Nick says he’s keeping Cora alive and buying time for her father.

Nick swears he’s on her side. That he’s risking everything to protect her. That his lies are meant to keep her alive. Is he playing both sides for some secret goal?

When Alexander Pierce, a man even the Holloways fear, offers his own brand of help, Cora realizes she’s trapped in a deadly game of deception, desire, and betrayal.

Someone knows where her father is. Someone knows what happened to the missing money. Everyone wants her under control.

The clock is ticking. The lies are closing in. And the only way to save her father… is to play the enemy’s game.

TEASER ~~~

“Where are you taking me?”

“There’s a tiny cabin up in the mountains,” he answered while glancing in the rear view mirror at Alexander’s head lights. Or was it Alexander behind them? Maybe Nick was lying so she’d cooperate. “Please don’t be scared, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Her rattled nerves didn’t need this.

“Then why are you driving me out to a secluded cabin?” While speaking, she slid her arm down the armrest, feeling for a lock button. There didn’t seem to be one. She glanced at the door, saw the controls, and slammed her hand into them.

Nothing happened. Neither button opened the window.

Nick glanced at her hand. “Alexander disables the locks and windows on all the passenger doors. He altered my car a few days ago too.”

Tears stung the inside of her eyelids. Mortified, she rubbed her face, hoping he wouldn’t notice. It seemed likely he was playing both sides, acting like he wanted to help her even as he kidnapped her.

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Introducing… the Mystery Falls Cozy Mystery Series

Mystery Falls… where the small town charm comes with a twist of murder…

Nestled in the foothills of the Pacific Northwest, Mystery Falls boosts the most Bigfoot sightings in the world. They celebrate with a Bigfoot festival in August, but they really shine in the fall time. Every year, Mystery Falls is the home to the weeklong Spooky Fest which leads up to Halloween.

Ava Fairchild came to Mystery Falls looking for a fresh start and her own place to open a bar. She didn’t expect to find intrigue and constant mystery.

Drew Davenport visited over the years because his parents retired here. Now he’s a full time resident and bookstore owner.


I’ve had a great time exploring this small town and getting to know these characters! Ava and Drew are intriguing, and there’s a cast of quirky townsfolk plus their friends. I’m so excited to share their stories with you! The first two books are out now with another planned for Christmas.

The covers have a story too; my son Caleb illustrated the historic Bank Building for the first cover, the building where Drew and Ava have their businesses. I drew the second cover with a fun Halloween theme. Both show the spooky atmosphere in this not-so-sleepy town.


A BAR, A BOOKSTORE, AND A BODY

She came to open a bar. Instead, she opened a murder investigation.


All Ava Fairchild wants is a fresh start. A small town in the Pacific Northwest, a chance to open her dream bar, and maybe—just maybe—leave her ruined reputation in New York behind. Mystery Falls seems perfect… until she finds a body in the stream by her bar.

Local Drew Davenport is opening a bookstore next to Ava’s bar while grieving the loss of his mother—but now everything is tangled up with Ava and this murder mystery. If an unidentified body wasn’t enough… Their landlord is missing, their building hides secrets of its own, and the clues show that everyone in town is a potential suspect in the murder.

With the sheriff eyeing her as an outsider, Ava has no choice but to follow the clues herself. But the closer she and Drew get to the truth, the more dangerous the town’s secrets become.

In Mystery Falls, even the friendliest neighbors might kill to protect what’s theirs.


MURDER IN BOOKSY BAR

Spooky Fest was supposed to be all tricks and treats—until a real murder crashed the party.

It’s mid-October in Mystery Falls, and Spooky Fest is in full swing—a week of costumes, carnival booths, and just the right amount of small-town chaos.

Drew’s bookstore is packed with cozy Halloween displays, while Ava’s bar glows with cobwebs, candles, and “ghoul-tails” for the grand opening. Across the street, local author Janet Harper draws crowds with her new true-crime book Murder at Midnight… in Mystery Falls, retelling the century-old legend of killer Jonathon Miller.

But when Janet’s festival séance takes a chilling turn and a traveler is found stabbed to death in the Booksy Bar bathroom, the laughter dies fast. The victim’s wife swears the ghost of Jonathon Miller did it. Janet insists she “opened a door.” The ever suspicious Sheriff Tandy thinks Ava and Drew are cursed magnets for murder.

To clear their names, Ava and Drew must untangle a web of gossip, superstition, and staged hauntings before the town’s Halloween spirit turns to panic.

Because in Mystery Falls, ghosts don’t kill people… but neighbors just might.


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The Killer Between Us

Visit the brutal coast of the Pacific Northwest and dive into this shocking psychological thriller in Kristen’s newest standalone release, THE KILLER BETWEEN US, a Domestic Psychological Thriller set on the Oregon Coast

Colette can’t tell who to trust, who’s playing her, and who’s hunting her…

I’ve been so careful… Somehow my past found me just as I’m sucked into the mystery of a missing woman. Are they related? Is the killer really back? Or am I losing it?

Colette Baker has spent her life trying to stay invisible and outrun her past. Her mother abandoned her as a baby. At twelve, a tragedy in foster care forced her to start over with a new name. She’s learned not to need anyone. No one else has ever needed her…until now.

On a cold, foggy Saturday morning, Colette waits for a client. Instead she’s handed a mysterious envelope and meets a crying toddler who grabs onto her. Apparently she looks like his lost mother. But where is Brandon’s mother? Why does his father, Ray, grab onto Colette like some kind of lifeline and ask for her help?

Even as an outsider, Colette can tell something isn’t right about the absence of Ray’s wife. What if he’s involved? And though it seems impossible, could this be related to the envelope she received the same day she met them?

Too many strange things happen, connecting Ray’s situation with Colette’s haunted past. Could his wife’s disappearance actually be related? She escaped from a killer’s clutch once before… twice would be tempting fate.

Colette doesn’t want to lose everything and start over again. But, what if she’s putting Ray and his son in danger? Even while hiding her own past, she has doubts about Ray. As more and more dots connect, she questions everything.

What if it’s all a ruse to push her over the edge? Or catch her in a killer’s snare?

Order THE KILLER BETWEEN US to find out!

Handsome guy, wrong situation. Colette can’t tell who to trust, who’s playing her, and who’s hunting her…

You can hide from your past but you can never truly outrun it.

Available now in Kindle KU and Print

The Perfect Husband – new thriller release

Most summers I’m busy outside in my garden, taking care of bees or chickens, or getting out to paddleboard or hike. Summer is also event season for my food truck. So, I’m excited to have some bookish things going on this year.

I have an audiobook for The Killer Between Us in production right now, and it’s been fun to listen to my story as the narrator brings it to life. I’m working with Mary Ann Aude for the narration and she’s doing such an amazing job! I was driving through Newport the other day, where the story is set, and listening to the chapters. The audiobook should be out later this summer. We plan to work together on my Ridge City Series and other books, and I can’t wait to share those.

I’m working on my next release in the Ridge City Series, More Than Justice (Book 4) which will release next month. I also published a separate Trilogy with the first three books – you can view that here.

Between all that, I had a fun project – a domestic thriller called The Perfect Husband. It’s a fast read with lots of suspense. Like The Killer Between Us, it has some romantic tension – in a way you could say both books have a little romance but there’s a big helping of doubt and suspicion thrown in. That’s what I love about domestic thrillers!

The Perfect Husband

She wakes from a coma to a life that doesn’t feel right and a husband she doesn’t recognize. Is he lying to her? What’s really going on?

Megan wakes in the hospital after a horrible car accident six weeks prior. At least, this is what she’s told. Eli is by all appearances the perfect husband, but everything feels wrong. Why does the doctor speak to Eli alone, and why does the hospital wing seem deserted?

Eli presents evidence of their marriage and life together, and tells her how they’re building a house by the river. Yet her few emerging memories show a very different life. Everyone she meets seems to be in on it, unless she’s suffering from paranoia due to her brain injury. She can’t trust herself or anyone else. When they return “home” to their house-in-progress, Megan plays a double agent, working with “Eli” to rebuild her life while trying to uncover the truth. Why would he do this? Does she know something she shouldn’t?

Ellison is the key to her past and future, even if she can’t trust him. He has an explanation for everything until new answers lead to an even more twisted story. Part of her wants to relax into this dream life he’s built, but can she live a lie? Can she love a man with hidden motives? What will she have to do to uncover the truth and learn her true identity?

Get your copy here!

Summer is just begun so I look forward to sharing these projects and possibly starting more – and getting in some reading time!