Welcome to the picturesque big small town located on Indiana's White River. 

The town isn't named for nobles, but after the Noble family. This lovely town is only miles from Indianapolis. We just finished the Indianapolis 500, which is what Indiana is best known for. Football season is over, so no possible Colts players’ sightings. The corn instead of being as high as an elephant’s eye is barely noticeable in the field.
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It does bring me to one of the cool things you can do in Indiana visit the elephants. There are three elephants at Wilstem Farm in French Lick. Visitors have a chance to interact with the world's largest land mammal even help give them a bath. We kept our special copy of the book away from the elephants. One apparently snatches cameras, eyeglasses, and even searches pockets with her trunk.

At each stop, a Sun-kissed author puts something into the box indicative of their region.  I put a amethyst druzy, a Morgan K Wyatt backpack, and a owl note card drawn by an Indiana photojournalist. There are several other goodies inside.
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My town, Noblesville, is built around a town square. There are several family owned businesses including a pottery studio, coffee shop, and several restaurants. On the Unseen Press Ghost Walks, participants learn that the local jail once held Charlie Mansion. Syd’s, a local bar, also hosts the original owner’s ghost.  The employees always leave a shot on the counter when they leave, which is empty when they return the next day.

There are many wonderful things to do in the summer including outdoor movies at the park. Sunday evenings include band concerts in Seminary Park. Near the end of July, it’s time for the local production of Shakespeare in the Park. Families arrived with lawn chairs,  baskets and pick out their choice seat on the hill.

Come on over for a visit.

Taciturn agent and provocateur Simpson from Love and Deception is back in a new romantic suspense, He Loves Me Not. Northern California doesn’t turn out to be the easy-going spot he planned for his retirement from the spy game. Instead, he hooks up with his old special ops pal to hunt down land sharks among the unsuspecting locals. 

Mina had a suspicion her marriage wasn’t the best, but she never expected her husband wanted to kill her. A traumatic kidnapping by her volatile ex has Miranda seeking sanctuary in an abandoned lighthouse. Nick’s worried about his sister and the stranger she rescued from the sea. Add a storm of the century, a sociopath, a web of lies, and water phobic Labrador and you have major problems. 

Determination, a will to live, and a whole lot of luck might allow someone to come out alive. 

EXCERPT
Lucian stood at the railing watching Mina’s body appear to fall in slow motion. She didn’t scream as he expected, but maybe the roar of the waves gobbled up the sound. If she did cry for help, it would be a genteel little squeal. It seemed like everything she did was small and delicate. At first, he’d liked the idea of petite wife that played up his masculinity. He even had her join that Bible-Thumper church that emphasized women were servants to their husband. The idea worked for a while, until he found himself bored and Raquel joined the firm.

The tall, long-legged law intern embodied a take no prisoner attitude he liked. Her bravado along with a waterfall of ebony hair and double D’s drew him like a magnet, and she flirted with him while stating she didn’t do married men. Her appeal kept all the males swarming around her like honeybees, which irritated the women lawyers. They didn’t care for Raquel and did what they could to make her stay unproductive. As far as the law went, even with her attitude, he doubted she’d be successful. Too many female jurors would side against her at her client’s expense. Because he doubted she’d be there for long, it was best to get her while he could.

He wouldn’t make the mistake of marrying Raquel. That ball buster would take him for all he had, no doubt. She was also savvy enough to sniff out his hidden accounts. He pulled off his jacket turned it inside out revealing a different colored windbreaker. Zipping it up, he was certain no one would associate it with him. To be sure, he reached under the seat for a NASCAR ball cap, which covered most of his sable colored hair. Almost done, he unfolded his wife’s carefully typed suicide note and put it in the glove compartment. Typing might look suspicious, but people who knew Mina, knew she typed everything, even her grocery lists. He’d wait until tomorrow to report her missing. They’d find the car and ID it with the plates.

He pocketed the keys. Wouldn’t do for any teenagers to take his wife’s Lexus convertible for a joyride. It would make it hard for the police to find the evidence. He hesitated. Her purse was in plain sight. What if someone took her purse? Not likely since this locale housed billionaires’ seaside cottages they seldom used. That’s why he chose the spot. The few returning residents would have little reason to be up so early.

​Morgan K Wyatt, raised on a steady diet of superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees, barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine, her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.
 At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now. Website    Facebook   Twitter  Goodreads  Pinterest