My Newest Book

This is the cover of my newest release, and my first ebook. 

When Catherine Lyons comes home from college she discovers her family has disappeared, vanished, leaving her alone.

Fifteen years later when Catherine is on vacation in France, she sees her father getting on a bus, but he's had a stroke. When she tries to talk to him the nurse taking care of him won't allow it. Cat shows up at the clinic the next day, but the people there claim to know nothing of the man. This time Cat isn't going to give up. A Scottish photographer, Colin Montrose, suddenly appears, offering to help. She refuses.

Cat learns the name of the nurse she talked to and goes to her apartment and finds her dead.  Colin follows Cat and asks if she murdered the woman. Before she can answer, they hear police sirens and flee. Cat quickly discovers Colin lied about being a photographer, and Cat can’t abide liars.

Colin Montrose is with MI-6 and doesn't know who this woman is who has stumbled into his operation, but he wants to know. Together, Cat and Colin chase after Cat's father, trying to discover the truth behind her life and her parent's lives.

Animals Know

Joel here. I learned early on to trust my horse, Razor, as a judge of character. Razor is an athlete.  He works in the rodeo arena, helping me to rescue cowboys off bucking horses. Unfortunately, Razor is known to be prickly and doesn't like strangers to come up on him and stroke him. More than one cowboy has found out the hard way not to try to touch Razor uninvited.

Well, I cautioned Kaye the first time she approached Razor. She offered him a carrot, and he acted like a puppy, loving to be stroked. I felt like an idiot with my warning, but noticed how my horse took to Kaye. Razor's reaction ran straight into my heart and I knew there was something special about this lady.

Branigan

I'm going to break in my characters chat and talk about the real Branigan that Billye Ludwig Zimmerman owned in the book.  Here's Branigan real information.  He is one handsome dog and as in the book, he is a hero.

Friends

Kaye here. When my brother asked me to take over his job as the person putting together the charity rodeo for the local ranchers to raise money for  seed and hay for their animals, he suckered me by telling me how good I was at organizing things. Have you ever had someone do that to you? Your brother or sister? Little did I know how that rodeo would change my life.

Joel thought he was off the hook, but he was wrong.  He had to pull his weight, too.  I also came in contact with was my best friend from high school, Billye Ludwig Zimmerman. When I ran into her while buying a new washer and dryer after the lightning strike zapped them, it was being transported back to high school.

Out of her failed marriage she got two wonderful children and a great dog,  Branigan.  He's an Irish wolfhound and a true champ.  Billye got the better end of the deal.  Isn't he handsome?

Going Home

Kaye, here.  I don't know too many adults who like going home.  For me, I was running.  When I lost my parents and grandmother New Year's Eve my senior year in high school, well the easiest way to cope with the pain was ignore it.  But that came back to bite me hard.  When I went home, all those memories--good and bad were there.  Facing them wasn't an easy thing, but God provided a friend, Caleb Jensen, to be there, someone I could rely on.  I knew I could trust him when I freaked out during a massive rain storm and flashed back to Iraq.  Caleb held me, and didn't asked any questions.  That's a man you can depend on.

And I'm just dying to tell you, when lightning struck our ranch house, blowing out all our electronics.  Do you know what I found in my brother's bathroom?  A hairdryer.  He didn't have an explanation.  Who knew?

The Voice of Truth

Let me introduce myself. Joel Kaye, older brother to Captain Kaye. Sounds funny, but Brenda will always be my younger sister. Of course, I saw a different side of my sister when she was in the Army. The professional that my sister became made me proud. Of course, how such a smart woman married the loser she did, I don't understand, but then again, I'm most comfortable dealing with the four legged females.

I will tell you, no brother should see his baby sister in the hospital with broken legs, scars on her arms and legs from bomb shrapnel. When I walked into the hospital at Fort Sam Houston, I thought my legs would give out and I was seeing her three months after the suicide bomber injured her.

'Course I remember my sister as the pest she was when we'd been growing up. She thought it was her job to compete with me.  She wasn't interested in stuff in the kitchen and cooking with mom.  She wanted to be in the barn helping my dad, but that was my sis. After our parents were killed in that car accident, Brenda slept walked through her senior year, denying herself any comfort or joy.  It was no wonder she joined the Army the day after she graduated from high school.  I will say, she made her way and I'm proud of her.

A Meeting to Remember

Hi, Caleb Jensen here. I'll let you in on a little secret. The first time I met Kaye in person,  I'd just walked out of the barn and saw this figure walking up the steps to the kitchen of my friend's ranch.  I would stay with Joel Kaye when I wasn't working as a pick-up rider for various rodeos. Living in one place, having a normal bedroom, and not the little space in my horse trailer, was a treat for me. And working with Joel and his grandpa--Gramps, as I called him, felt like a vacation for me.  So when this woman turned around, I recognized Joel's sister. Well, she kinda knock me on my bu-- on the back pockets of my jeans. Of course, being a gentleman, I got my thoughts in line and drove her to the hospital where Gramps and Joel had gone.

Kaye wasn't happy with what I told her, but I recognized a wounded soul when I saw one. From that moment on, the lady intrigued me, and I wanted to know more, but I had a few of my own problems. I didn't think I could fall in love, I but then the heart doesn't listen to logic. And God can do miracles, for which I am grateful.