I thought I'd put up a picture of my Grace, just to show everyone why I've dedicated all my novels to her. She's beautiful isn't she. Of course that was in her younger years when she modeled and virtually terrorized the hearts of men. Even this joker. And why she picked me I'll never know but I've never looked a gift horse in the mouth. And most importantly she's as beautiful on the inside as out. I love writing these novels of the Bob and Grace series because they are so easy when I'm around my muse. She inspires me and makes love to me with her eyes. Those blue pools I talk about so much....

I really enjoy writing about my alter ego. It makes me think that given the same set of circumstances I would react in the same manner. I'm not sure that's true but I can hope. I've been told that the amount of pain inside me must be overwhelming to write about a man that can kill without remorse. But I feel as though it's just the opposite. Evil puts Dr. Bob in a position that gives him no choice. The men that hunt him live by no rules. Their end is to have money and power that they try and achieve at anyone's expense. Few can fight back; Dr. Bob and Grace are two of the few. With this...

I have fun writing this kind of book. The characters take over inside my head and all I do is transcribe. The toughest to write, of course, is the Old Indian. No one has ever called me cryptic. To me he is the main man, ever looming over everyone's shoulder waiting to jump out of the page and into your heart with a campfire, a skillet, a fire stick, and a stack of fry bread ready to heat up and eat. He's that voice in our head that tells us the right things to do. With it we understand right and wrong. Cryptic as he may be, he always leaves enough for you to know.

This has been quite a ride for me. This Bob and Grace series is giving me the time of my life. Just when I think it's over there they are in my head again wanting to jump on a few pages that end up hundreds. What more could a writer want. Nothing To tell the truth I think Grace whispers in my ear when I'm asleep. I'm sure it's something crazy and my brain starts working with it then poof I have to sit and write another. I've done six so far but I've already got the idea for the seventh. I'll be itching real soon to sit and see what comes from the recesses of the convolutions of this brain of...

This novel is about a topic that is so ugly that I had a tough time wrapping my head around it. It's tough for a person like me or anyone that has a rational mind to even think that one human could do this to another. It's pathetic and sick in a most unnatural way. We must stop this scourge on our souls, our country, our lives. How to do this is simple. We care. Care enough to build shelters that are for our young. Provide them with a way home or jobs that make a living. A trade, schooling, or whatever it takes to get them off the streets and out of the hands of no account bastards that make...

I think the time has come for all of us to take part in the effort against human trafficking and drugs. Two of the most devastating scourges on our society. The number on the front of this book is real and all you have to do when you see this blight occurring is make a phone call to it or 911. As someone said once. "It's when good men do nothing...etc." Of course this is a novel but nothing is impossible. We have to change things now and make it right again. We can do it and I'm hoping that the pen is mightier than the sword. I'm going to keep writing about the ugliness of it all, hoping and...