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January Gets Her Gunn
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 January Farrell comes to Riverton, Arizona to follow her dream of working in law enforcement. Little does she guess her training officer will seriously ruffle her normal level-headed manner as well as stir her libido. He manages to press every hot button she has. Raised a tomboy who tagged after her adored big brother, Jan can hold her own in the male-centered world of the squad room. She can even face the harsher aspects of her chosen career with aplomb, but can she tolerate Thad Gunn’s sly and hurtful quirks and resist the tug of lust long enough to get through probation?
Although a good cop, Thad Gunn carries some heavy baggage. He’s known as a tough but fair officer, and one who puts his rookies through the wringer. When he is assigned to train January, all he can think of is making her quit. Somehow he must get her out of the line of fire, clear of the danger zone, sensing that it would kill him to lose her. He isn’t sure he knows what love is but he does know he desperately needs to keep her safe. When she won’t cooperate, what can he do?
Dealing with the day-to-day business of police work and finally tracking down a dangerous serial rapist, Jan and Thad, both individually and together, must confront a deluge of challenges before January gets her Gunn.
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Walking Down My Shadows
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 When I compiled my first poetry book, Mother – Daughter Lines, I intentionally left out a number of verses I had written over the years. First, they did not seem to fit with the first book. Second, they were far too voluminous in number to be included. Last, I was not ready to share them and their emotional baggage with a world that included my husband, for whom a separate mass of poetry had been created over the course of our relationship.
Here are those missing verses. This group of poems shares a common theme, one that seemed to occupy my thoughts a great deal for much of my life--the many faces of love, especially the passion-inspiring love of female for male, girl for boy and woman for man. Perhaps it is natural that I would write romantic fiction, also. Now in my fourth year of widowhood and the last quarter of my life’s pattern, it is finally time to share these heartfelt lines, blood, tears, warts and all.
From the age of twelve of so when I developed my first crush all the way through to my later years, I had a proclivity for developing attachments which were neither productive or in many cases reciprocated. The memories of these people and the effects they had on my life came to be as shadows, casting darkness over much of my character and endeavors. I thought to exorcise them by throwing open to the light of day the overwrought words they had inspired. This is to be an exercise in capturing and controlling the errant emotions, eradicating their lingering ill-effects.
Cursorial hunters such as humans and the wolves with which we early became partners traditionally hunt by running or walking down their prey. This involves following in dogged pursuit until the quarry is exhausted and can be captured. Thus the title of this book. In it, I am walking down my shadows in an attempt to gain mastery over them. In other ways, I know I spent much of my life following shadows instead of forging ahead into the light, so it also represents a failing or weakness in my life’s behavior. Perhaps others may gain wisdom through reading my words without having to do the same thing for three score years to see it.
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