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Saturday, March 31, 2012


The Evidence:


      Ginger ended up being the one who opened the door for me, all smiles and practically drooling all over herself when she saw me standing before her in all my splendor, not only due to the suit-and-tie combo I had on, but also due to the fact that my blond curls must have been glistening from the corridor light that shone down upon me from behind.

     “Every once in a while, I forget how handsome you are,” she said,” and then you suddenly appear before me and turn me to Jell-o.”

     “Fascinating, ain’t it?” I said, pushing right on past her.


       The gal who’d just pulled herself out of the swimming pool and into view looked over at me, squinting quite a bit due to either the blazing sunlight she was staring into, or more likely, it was the blinding beauty of my blond curls and handsome mustache that caused her to regard me in such a manner. 


  In all honesty, looking myself over as I stood there with my shirt unbuttoned all the way, I looked damned fine! 

  Not only did the blond curls that adorned my scalp have that all-natural, slightly tousled appearance, not only did my full, blond mustache appear to have every single hair in perfect alignment, not only did my mangled earlobe add a discreet touch of macho bravado to my overall appearance – aside from all of those sterling attributes which embodied the very essence of what it meant to have Adonis-like features – aside from all of that, when I bounced my pecs a couple of times and saw how incredibly sexy everything looked on me, I absolutely knew that it was time to apply the old screws to Paula Marshall.


 Yup, the bushy blond mustache looked as awesome as ever, and my mop of curly blond hair had to be regarded as truly one of the great wonders of the universe. 


And the evidence AGAINST such a charge?

Oops! Can't find any!

Ciao for now!


Friday, March 30, 2012

"BRETT ALWAYS WINS" - Paperback Edition


"BRETT ALWAYS WINS" - Brett Cornell Mystery - #3

(Priced at $12.95)

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

"BRETT ALWAYS WINS" - Now on Amazon (Kindle edition)

Click on the link below the cover image & check out the page for "BRETT ALWAYS WINS" now available on Amazon for only 99 cents !!!

Can't beat that, right?

(Well, maybe you could, if it were 98 cents, or 97 cents, or. . .Surely I jest!)

Paperback edition (priced at $12.95) should be available sometime next week!

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Monday, March 26, 2012

DINING WITH BRETT -- Always an Experience !

Throughout the course of the novels, BRETT can usually be depended on to cause extreme embarrassment for his companions whenever they happen to dine in an expensive, classy restaurant.

In this scene from "BRETT ALWAYS WINS":  Having just finished consuming an extravagant meal with his date Vicki Finnegan, BRETT has lit up a Marlboro, and upon being told by the waiter that he's sitting in a no-smoking section, he's refused to put out his cigarette. (No surprise there, of course!)  About 5 minutes later, the waiter re-appears at his table.

(from Chapter 14 - "Brett Acts Up in Public")

That sad-sack waiter of ours came back over to our table, and he had a bulky-looking individual with a stern face standing right behind him. They both positioned themselves in such a way that they stood perpendicular to where we sat, and the smaller guy of the two – the one with the rotten attitude – announced in a somewhat hostile manner,

“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to ask you people to get the bill squared away and to leave – as soon as possible.”

 Vicki froze up upon hearing what the guy had just said, and she looked over at me as if expecting that I was the person she had designated as the one to make the next move. So, I looked back at her and raised my cigarette to my lips.

“No problem, baby. Just pay the guy, and let’s screw. This place sucks anyways.”
“But –“ she stammered like a useless, empty-headed twerp, which is probably what she really was, despite all the sweetness she’d displayed so far while in my company, and despite the excellent rapport she had established earlier with Friendly Freddy (ahem). Hey, she might be good for one or two more laps-around-the-track, but that was about it.

 “You heard me, baby,” I repeated, this time speaking to her minus the charming smile I’d been wearing up till then. “Pay the guy, and let’s get the hell out of here.”

In a bit of a huff and, in my opinion, with extremely poor grace, Vicki rose to her feet, stuck her hands in her purse, said something about being embarrassed out of her skull, and brought out a few bills which she immediately slapped upon the table and said,” There!” in a real fresh voice. Then she turned on her heel without so much as a parting Have-a-good-night to the two stoical visitors to our table. 
 Watching her storm away from us, I chuckled a bit as I pushed my chair back and then smiled at the two guys, both of whom were still standing off to the side, wearing solemn expressions on their faces.
 Completely ignoring the smaller guy of the two, I stepped up real close to the big stern-looking guy who hadn’t said a word so far on account of he was too busy trying to look tough. Only inches from his face, I raised my cigarette to my lips and kept it there, then I winked at him and said softly, so that he was the only one who could hear me, 

“Don’t worry, man. She’ll be all over me within the next five minutes, guaranteed.”

Then the guy tightened his jaw as I slapped the side of his face in buddy-buddy fashion and then headed out the door.

The question then arises: Will she REALLY be all over him within the next 5 minutes?

Hint: As Brett always says, "It's great being me!"

So then, the answer is obvious -- ain't it? ? ?      (There I go, sounding like Brett again!)

Thanks for reading this!

Complete novel -- soon to be available!