The Movie Star’s Son – now available!

Cover The Movie Star's Son


Now available as a Kindle ebook on Amazon for .99¢ – my latest romance novel The Movie Star’s Son!

The Movie Star’s Son was the first romance novel I wrote and originally titled Lifeguard Affair. If you like Seattle, the beaches in Los Angeles and Del Mar, and visiting Hearst Castle, then reading Chris and Dave’s love story is a must on your to-be-read list.

Girls dream of growing up and marrying a movie star, but how many have their sights set on his son?

When Chris Stewart rescues actor Ben Jenkins from the ocean, she doesn’t know his son Dave is the nasty lifeguard who busted in her truck window. When they meet up again, Dave knows he’s found the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with and convinces Chris to leave Seattle and join him in Los Angeles.

Dave is everything Chris has been looking for in a man, and the Los Angeles life is perfect – beaches, surfing, movie stars, sunshine, palm trees, and falling in love. When their pasts catch up to tear them apart and cut their story tale romance short, Chris decides to start a new life on California’s central coast. She didn’t count on Dave’s determination to keep searching for her and bring her home.

A lost dog and a surfing accident bring Chris and Dave back together, but can they put the past behind them for a Hollywood happy ending?



Squinting her eyes against the glare of the strong Southern California sun reflecting off the ocean, Chris saw an older man flailing his arms, bobbing helplessly as two to three foot waves washed over him, sucking him under and then spitting him back to the surface. Tossing her shoes onto the sand, Chris yelled at her dog to stay, and ran into the surf. Seeing as how she used to be a lifeguard for the City of Seattle, her old instincts kicked in and she knew she had to do everything in her power to get this man to safety. Breakers crashed over her and she lost sight of the man. Just when she was beginning to question her sanity and wondering if he had made it safely back to shore, Chris rode the crest of a wave, and spotted him struggling in the water.

“Hold on! I’m coming!” She hoped he heard her over the thundering surf.

He turned to her and their eyes locked, his full of fear and hers bulging wide with adrenaline.

“Help!” he cried.

Within moments Chris reached him. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” He gasped for breath. “I’m tired. The ocean’s stronger than usual and I can’t get back to shore.”

“Is anyone else with you?” Chris fervently hoped she wouldn’t have to do a double rescue.


“Okay, roll on your back and I’ll tow you in to shore.” There was something familiar about this man. She wrapped her right arm across his chest and kicked for shore. “My name’s Chris. What’s yours?”


She stared more closely at him. Ben? Not the TV and movie star Ben Jenkins! She’d been watching him in movies and on television since she was a little kid. Wow! Who would ever believe this? To keep him distracted while swimming back to shore, Chris asked him questions about his family. In-between uneven gasps of air he told her about his wife, his son who co-starred with him on a popular TV drama, another son, one daughter, and several grandchildren.

The current was strong. The waves tried to suck them back out to sea. Chris became tired and disillusionment washed over her. It seemed she was not making any progress and after a couple of moments of silence Ben spoke.

“This is useless. I’m in your way. Let go of me and save yourself. Swim back to shore.”

Right, Chris said to herself. I really want to be known as the person who let Ben Jenkins drown. Even though she was tiring, there was no doubt in her mind that she would get both of them safely back to shore.

“Nope, we’re going to do this together. You help me by kicking.”

The little extra help on Ben’s part or perhaps a sudden lull in the waves did the trick. The ocean momentarily seized its grip on them, and encouraged that the safety of the beach was close, they found a renewed energy. It was a short-lived reprieve. One strong wave reared and pounded them into the unforgiving Pacific. They were sucked underwater, caught in a tumbling spiral. Chris held on tight to Ben, and just when it seemed she couldn’t hold her breath much longer, the ocean spat them out.

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Read a free sneak preview on Amazon



Recipes My Mother Forgot – now released as eBook!

Recipes My mother Forgot

Recipes My Mother Forgot … family style cooking and a caregiver’s guide to Alzheimer’s Disease was originally published in 2000.

It is now available as an ebook at Amazon

My mother was a great cook and she travelled all over the world recreating the recipes she tried abroad. She wrote her recipes in a cookbook and eventually transcribed them all over to a word processor. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease in the 1990’s and didn’t cook any more. And a good thing too because we never knew what might end up in the food. One day she was getting ready to cook and had a bottle of kitchen cleanser on the counter with her. I’m not sure if that was intended to be a garnish!

After my mother went into extended care I took her recipes and compiled them into a cookbook, complete with a layman’s guide to Alzheimer’s, tips for caregivers, and some of the things my mother did as Alzheimer’s disease took over her life such as how to test croissants for freshness. Yes – in a major grocery store my 75 year old mother was poking her finger into the croissants in the bakery section!

A sneak peek to Recipes My Mother Forgot can be read at Amazon.

Here’s the back cover blurb:

Isobel Rhodes enjoyed entertaining, hosting fancy dinner parties, and cooking until she faced an adversary known as Alzheimer’s disease. No longer able to cook, her recipes have been compiled by her daughter in an extraordinary journal sharing scrumptious meal ideas and an insider’s look into the challenges of caring for someone with Alzheimer’s disease.

Featuring 108 recipes such as Party Soup, Creole Style Fish, Chopstick Tuna Casserole, Snow Crab Casserole, Vegetarian Lasagna, Nanaimo Bars, and Broken Glass Cake, you can put together a meal while reading about Isobel’s passion for cooking and her struggle with Alzheimer’s disease.


Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior – Blurb and Excerpt

My newest release Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior is available as an ebook for $2.99. If you like murder mysteries, women sleuths, horses, and Standardbred horseracing check it out at Amazon!

Cover Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior trail photo


Racing Standardbred horses is usually all the excitement DeeDee Logan needs in her life, until suddenly she’s dealing with an amorous polo player, jealous twin sisters, a lovelorn horse groom, and a racetrack derelict intent on medicating her horse.

Trying to get away from the recent craziness in her life, DeeDee saddles up her horse for a relaxing ride through the woods, but murder gallops after her when the horse leads her to the polo player, Miguel, dead on the trail.

When fingers start pointing to DeeDee as a suspect, she and her husband Grant discover some of those accusers had motives for eliminating Miguel. To avoid becoming next on the hit list, Grant and DeeDee must use good old horse sense to find out what happened to Miguel and race to stop a killer.


I guided my Appaloosa horse, Jupiter, into the trailhead and moments later we were swallowed up by the brush. Well, I could see the twin’s farm through the trees but I believe I was pretty much concealed from their peering eyes. That is if any of them were actually awake over there other than their barn boy, Harvey. Jupiter walked out quickly, his ears perked ahead. I was just ready to squeeze my legs into his sides and let him run when he came to a dead stop, causing me to temporarily lose my balance and my chest smacked into his upraised neck. He snorted.

“Hey, boy. What’s up?” I murmured, suddenly all too aware that I was a woman riding alone in the forest early in the morning and that Grant had no idea where I was. What if there’s an evil person waiting to attack me? I briefly thought about those courses I’d seen advertised in horse magazines offering riders instruction on how to protect themselves from danger. As luck would have it those courses were all offered in New York and California. None of them local or I would have considered attending. I contemplated ending my ride and turning Jupiter back home when he took a couple of cautious steps, halted, and snorted. I tensed up, hating myself for doing so, knowing full well that my smart horse would pick up on my nervous energy. He warily took a few more steps and I was fully alert looking all around me and ahead down the trail for any danger. I perked my ears as best I could, but not as good as Jupiter who held his head high and slightly to the right, rigid ears pointing ahead. I couldn’t hear a thing other than birds whistling in the distance and a light wind rustling the branches. I prepared myself in case Jupiter made an abrupt about face and ran back to the farm. I was thinking that heading home might not be a bad idea. Jupiter plodded a few more steps and then sidestepped to the right. He held his head high, staring to the left with his eyes bulged out. He snorted and stopped. What was he looking at? As hard as I strained my eyes, I couldn’t see. Though I did notice how the grass and plant life were pushed down as if someone had walked this way or pulled something into the woods. Has somebody dragged garbage out here again? I hate it when that happens. You name it, I’ve seen it. Old fridges, car parts, kitchen sinks, and household crap. That’s what had my silly old horse acting weird. Some jerk had dumped their shit out here. I relaxed and urged Jupiter ahead so I could see what was hidden amongst the plants. Depending on what I found Grant and I could return later to remove it or contact the city to pick up the rubbish if it was too big or bothersome for us to handle. At first I didn’t see anything, but then I saw what looked to be clothes. Blue jeans caught my eye, and then a black jacket and boots.

And the man they belonged to still wearing them.

Happy reading!