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Check out the book trailer for my new romantic suspense novel FASHION GOES TO THE DOGS - A Kate Killoy Mystery. I hope you enjoy it. Peggy
“THEN WE WILL be dead, and the message will not get to Brad. We don’t operate that way. If your discipline is anything like ours, you won’t take a chance on shooting us and sweeping it under the rug. First, I’m sure there are others behind us who would have heard that first shot, and they will want an accounting of why you fired it. Second, the message we have might stop all this useless warfare, and you wouldn’t be averse to…Continue
“EASY, ROD. I called to you.”
“Hey! Couldn’t hear you.” He recovered quickly and smiled at his friend.
“Yeah. That yellow thing you have to get rid of. It advertises you, and this isn’t the place for it.”
“Yeah, I know. All I could find,” he replied.
“Here, put this on.” Jon pulled a black parcel from under his dark, non-reflective cape.
Rodney glanced at it. “How did you know?”
“I was no…Continue
THE FINAL CONFLICT began in 2020. It lasted two days. In that time America had been decimated by the bombs of its enemies and had in turn destroyed beyond repair the hopes of the gentle peoples of the world. Only a few locales, widely separated by thousands of miles on different continents held pockets of humanity. They struggled and most failed. This is the story of Waterbury in the former state of Connecticut, as unlikely…Continue
A WIDE STAGE, festooned in red and black, curtained in some dark, heavy material, formed a backdrop for four luxurious and ornate plastic chairs, two facing two. In their center, slightly behind the chairs, stood a podium. Lights glared into the scene from an intricate network of steel and wire at a lofty height. At the podium stood the game show host. The TV cameras were rolling.
“Now contestants, we enter the final phase of our program. Mark and Annabelle have lost the last round…Continue
This is a repeat of a story I released in May of this year, except for the ending. The test was, did the tone of the story change with the ending. Which did you like best? You decide.
HARRY SAUNTERED DOWN Brooklyn’s Spencer Street with his hands in his brown corduroy pants pockets. His new blue shirt felt a little scratchy under his parka, but it looked super. That’s what Mama told him. One of the tails of the shirt hung out a little. Mama said…Continue