As a writer, I’m always interested in how or where writers get ideas for their stories.  Story ideas invade our consciousness, often uninvited, sometimes unwelcome if we have other stuff going on, and occasionally, incognito.  And we fail to recognize them as the jewels they are.

The idea for my upcoming release, Love and Murder In Red Satin, came in two parts several years apart.  One idea occurred when I read an article in the Writer’s Digest that listed several items to choose from and include some in a story.  That’s how a red dress took up long-term residence in my head.

The second idea came as an announcement in a grocery store.  So, instead of “Wet cleanup in aisle 4,” I thought, “Homicide in aisle 13.”  But I write romantic suspense, not mystery, so Love and Murder In Red Satin became the title.

This book is set in Colorado and features a marriage counselor suspected of murdering her ex-husband, a cop out for redemption and maybe a bit of revenge, a neat-freak killer, burned pancakes, and hot passion.

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BLURB:

Allie Blair, a divorced marriage counselor accused of murdering her ex-husband, tries to prove her innocence but unwittingly accepts the help of the man who wants to prove her guilt.

Greg Weston, a Denver homicide detective, vows to bring his cousin’s accused murderer, Allie Blair, to justice. To win her trust, he signs up for a class she’s teaching, “What Women Want.”

When Allie becomes a target of the actual killer, her sizzling chemistry with Greg ignites passion too hot to ignore. But Greg knows even if they survive, he’ll lose Allie when she learns he’s a cop.

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EXCERPT:

Ian Feldman had confessed his desire to Allie Blair over coffee an hour ago, but nothing had changed. He sucked in his gut and tugged harder on the zipper. He’d put on a couple of pounds, but slowly the fabric came together encasing him, transforming him.

He puffed out his chest, admiring his reflection in the full- length mirror. Satisfied, he glanced at his watch, ten-thirty. At least a half hour before Laura would be home. Maybe it was time to tell her. Would she still love him? Would revealing his secret eliminate the rush he got from doing this and he’d be normal?

A noise downstairs made him flinch. Oh, my god, Laura was home early. He grabbed the zipper tab then stopped. He’d told Allie how this made him feel, and she wasn’t repulsed.

“Courage,” he said to his reflection and went downstairs to tell his sweet wife.

But it wasn’t Laura.