Fifteen years as a Private Investigator/Bounty Hunter has given me more than enough material to write my murder mysteries. Triple Cap and Blood Hold are a published series with more on the way. I can't remember not writing...my dad gave me a story I wrote
+ more bio informationGuardian Angels are among us! I have an army of them. Fortunately, I have many witnesses to this fact or I would think I was crazy. So many times I've heard, “that had to be your mom watching over you”. Knowing I have an army of guardian angels tends to make me push my limits a bit – okay, a lot. It's hard ...
Blood Hold - Chapter 1 Grace was in the middle of her morning routine when Rikki arrived at the office. The coffee aroma tantalized Rikki's taste buds. She wished she liked the taste as much as the smell. As it were, Grace knocked-back the whole pot, while Rikki guzzled Diet Mountain Dew. "O-si-yo (hello), hoe-down." Rikki r...
It was midnight when my blind date dropped me off at home. He promised to be back at one-thirty to pick me up at the corner and take me to Pasadena, Texas with him. Quietly, I entered my house. The image of my dad sitting in the recliner horrified me. He should've been in bed already. How was I going to get the suitcase out ...
He gets up in the morning…I’m kidding! There are some men that don’t cheat but in my business I don’t run across them very often. As a private investigator I’ve seen more than my share of cheating spouses…it’s not just men. I don’t even work domestic cases very often. That do...
My autopsy will unearth black ink in my veins and blood on my laptop. My heart and soul are exposed; my blood, sweat and tears scattered within the pages of my words. The craving to feel the keys of my laptop under my fingers easily compares to an alcoholic taking the first drink of the day, “Aw, I needed that!” ...
Let's find the humor. A snotty beauty queen struts around bragging about her latest triumph over the ugly girls. No one listening to her arrogance bothers to tell her, the skirt she is wearing has been ever so neatly tucked into the back of her girdle. The discovery of her girdle eating her skirt is a moment that can change ...
Asleep on the couch, the seventeen year old was oblivious to the world around her. Her body jolted by a blow to the head, over swept with fear to the depths of her soul. The violent attack never let up, her head and ribs absorbed hit after hit. All she knew to do was fight back. Her fist connected with someone, while her eye...
My eyes were as big as a rib eye steak and my chin dropped on the table. Our first date at a very elaborate restaurant and we ordered the most expensive steaks on the menu. The fillet mignon we ordered arrived and Charles (not his real name), shoveled the inside of his baked potato out with his fingers, piled it on top of hi...
Seventeen years of single parenting began with a one year old and a two year old. Yes, both still in diapers. Each childhood stage brings a whole new set of challenges and I've been through them all, alone. So allow me to enlighten you on the secret to successful single parenting. This one thing alone, will make every other ...
SURVEILLANCE... Minutes turn to hours as you're slouched in the driver's seat of the surveillance car, eyes never veering away from your target's front door. Occupying the passenger's seat are binoculars, cell phone, cameras (still and video), notepad and pens, 9mm Smith and Wesson pistol, handcuffs and cigarettes. It's five...
Roxanna Kay
Tahlequah, Oklahoma US
Member since: June 2009
Articles Written: 28