3 Completed Manuscripts - Not yet published
Angel of Mt. Diablo
Hate was born the day Cain slew Abel. Racism was born the day man discovered the existence of another unlike himself. Murderous psychosis is the illegitimate offspring of that incestuous pairing and will thrive in the haters among us until the cleansing winds of universal oblivion. Holy men teach that “all men are equal in the eyes of God.” God may actually believe this, but man is not so inclined. Man has no strivings for divinity if it means he cannot drink from the cup of hate. Abhorrence for another has no place in things spiritual, but it is all about things human…
Excerpt - Chapter One
In 1901, Catarina Maria Melendez was a typical teenage girl of the time or of any time really. She and her friends planned for their future weddings as they dreamed of lives with handsome and virile young up and comers. Her hopes for an idyllic life ended the day she came home and found her parents murdered and the killer passed out in the bed beside her mother’s nude body. He had raped the poor woman and cut her throat before he slept. Catarina was terrified but in enough control to retrieve the knife from beside him on the bed where it had slipped from his sleeping fingers. She plunged it up to its hilt in his vile heart. Her rage allowed her to stab him a dozen more times before she collapsed on the floor. In her grief, she sobbed for hours. No child should have to witness the sight of murdered parents. She was still but seventeen.
Juan Garza’s Dilemma
Excerpt - Chapter One
Juan Garza was just hours away from execution for the murder of his cousin, Jose Maria. The case has drawn great interest because several members of the influential Garza family have died under strange circumstances. Within the past nine years all but one of the adult family members have fallen victim to tragic accidents. This was the first death ruled a homicide and the evidence led to his conviction, the bastard made prince.
His vehicle was seen speeding away from the victim’s house in town where the ambush had taken place. But the most damning evidence was his monogrammed rifle, a gift from his grandfather, was found at the scene. It had been recently fired. The bullet in Jose Maria’s back matched the rifle so he was arrested, tried and convicted and sentenced to be hanged.
He had an alibi for when his cousin was murdered. He was with Consuelo, the wife of Jose Maria. His dilemma was should he try to save his life by destroying hers? Or should he remain silent saving her reputation while surrendering his life? He struggled with the issue of accepting death for a murder he did not commit because the alternative would appear to be the work of a weasel throwing a woman to the wolves. His ego would never stand for such groveling. The question boiled down to was his macho self-image more important than his life? He felt that of course it was, but then again, he wasn’t ready to die just yet. A man’s natural impulse is to fight by whatever means available to keep breathing for as long as possible. But still, hiding behind the skirts of a woman was as unseemly as anything he could imagine. The last few hours of his life promised to be full of compelling contemplation!
Rude Raymond’s Rules for Getting Some
Disclaimer
If you are a woman reading this, you will undoubtedly get highly pissed and scream that I’m a misogynistic asshole. I freely admit to the latter, but I vehemently deny the former. I love women; I’ve married enough of them. I love the way they look; I love the way they smell, and I love the way they feel…hell, I even write poetry…sober! This is meant in jest poking fun mostly at me since I use myself as an example in several sections. So please don’t get your balls in a knot and take it for what it is…a bizarre “How To” guide for the socially challenged drooling, mouth-breathers among us seeking to become more presentable…hell, even drooling mouth-breathers need some love…don’t you think? So if everyone has calmed down, let us begin with the object of the exercise,
