A drunk loser meets the girl of his dreams. Then he discovers that she has a horrific secret...

Question - What does an ambitious journalist and the wife of a successful writer have in common? Answer - Getting to the truth, chasing the money, and then each other of course. This is a story of a reclusive writer called Curtis. He came out of nowhere, became the New York Times best seller overnight and accumulated wealth beyond measure. The trouble was nobody knew how he did it, because he refused to give interviews. Cue Jake, an equally obsessional journalist who didn't take no for an answer. However, getting to meet the reclusive Curtis was only half the battle. He didn't account for the duplicity, and deception he'd have to uncover just to get to the truth.

Former psychoanalyst Fiona Butters is sent to a notorious girls’ reformatory in the middle of the Nevada desert by "Mr. Las Vegas"--her powerful and persuasive boss--to check on his daughter's welfare after the inexplicable disappearance of a counselor. The reluctant Butters is suddenly thrust into the unintended role of private investigator in a search for answers to questions she doesn't yet know to ask. A junk food junkie with a knack for rubbing people the wrong way, Butters encounters evasion by the reformatory Head Mistress, roadblocks by the authorities, and a "handler" compliments of Mr. Las Vegas--a surly alcoholic who would rather spend his time in the local bars. It isn't until Butters forms an unlikely alliance with a button-down professor and an eccentric WWII veteran with a penchant for alliteration and sexual innuendo that she begins to learn the secrets of the desert.

Poems about changing the world by being true to ourselves and expressing who we really are through the things we do in every day life. So we can reclaim our strength and overcome the inequity and stupidity of the crass and greedy.

The tale relates the impact of protest against corporatism with players in the construction industry, the international defence systems and the personal relationships of a construction manager with two very different women.

Thirty-seven-year-old John Morgan's personal life is already in disarray when he receives a phone call that his brother and niece are dead. His relationship with his father is nearly nonexistent, he barely speaks to his sister, and he has no real friends to lean on. As the tragic news slowly begins to sink in, John realizes he is floating aimlessly in the middle of an unpredictable sea of emotions with no one to rescue him. In this compelling tale that movingly illustrates the devastating effects of a dysfunctional family, John must learn to change what he can, accept what he cannot, and make the difficult decision to leave some things behind. I'm excitedly working on a second novel. Thanks for checking out my work. PS: for those that wish to own my book it can be purchased in multiple formats and found on various major online distribution channels. Thank you!

dedicated to Reggie, a beautiful woman I met too late.

During her last years my cousin Anne devoted a great deal of time to researching family history. On her death I inherited a black box file bearing the name , William Benson. William Benson was my father. I have no real recollection of him. Of course, I have family pictures inherited from my mother, but most of them are photographs of my parents, and in nearly all of them my father is wearing an army uniform. I have only one picture of us as a family group. In it my mother, father, and I appear to be sitting on the steps of a summer cottage. I am dangling on my father's knee and he seems to be looking at me with loving eyes. At least I like to think of it that way. On opening the file I discovered a battered leather wallet. Hidden away in an inner pocket I discovered several sheets of neatly folded paper that had browned with age. Written on the paper was the rough draft of a letter - a letter dated the day before I was born. Maybe my father wrote it as he awaited my delivery. Stunned by the contents of the letter, and wondering if it had ever been posted, I was inspired to research my family history. "End of the Line", is the product of that investigation.