Wednesday, February 10, 2010


I'm knocking off the cobwebs & working on something new. Look for launch date soon.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Happy Holidays from your Google team!

  Happy Holidays from Google  

As we near the end of the year, we wanted to take a moment to thank you for the time, energy, commitment, and trust you've shared with us in 2009.

With sharing in mind, this year we've decided to do something a little different. We hope you'll find it fits the spirit of the holiday season.

We're looking forward to working with you to build lasting success in 2010.

Happy Holidays,
Your Google Team






Saturday, December 5, 2009


I haven't been slacking off, I promise. I've put my little hands in too many pots, and now I have to prioritize and regroup. Look for more after the holidays. Thanks for your patience.  HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Or maybe you’re somewhere in-between. Wherever you stand, I’d like to know. Tell me why and what parts you loved or hated…I’m a big girl, I can take it! Could you use a little more twists and turns? A lot of deception? A sprinkle more romance? Longer or shorter entries? Or do you think I should chuck my laptop into the Seine and look for a new career?

Just remember, when I started the blog, I said that writing is my passion. So no matter what the responses, I’ll still be here doing what I love and what makes me feel warm & fuzzy inside.

I hope you’ll come back for the next installment.

Stop by in about a week or so for Sweet Petite—the short-short edition of Tesa’s Mystery Spot.

Saturday, November 7, 2009



Chuck thought about Tonya’s last moments alive. He was glad she had a chance to fight back, even if it was brief. And then he thought of Dara. She wasn’t given a chance to react. She was beaten to a pulp and shoved into a locker. But she was alive. No double jeopardy. No retribution. No justice. It made him sick.
“And the affair?”
“There was no affair.” She laughed. “Dorian was there to beg her not to come to Buffie’s party. He didn’t want his baby to be upstaged again. Pretty pathetic, I know.”
Chuck shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It didn’t make sense. One person died and another was on the verge, all because of a party. “I agree. So why were you there?”
“Oh, that’s neither here nor there.” Liza stood and rubbed her stomach. “The amazing thing…you remember. When the cops came to arrest me, Rick was so sweet. ‘Don’t hurt her. She’s having my baby. I love you.’ I mean, how awesome is that? Being arrested for killing his kid, but he’s more worried about me and the little one I’m carrying.”
Chuck remembered it well. It was one of the most pathetic spectacles he’d ever seen. Rick Somers was twice her age, strong and powerful, yet he was almost reduced to tears when Danica slapped the cuffs on her and shoved her into the car.
Liza tilted her head and allowed him to see a new pair of diamond earrings. She looked at her watch. “Well, I can’t keep my guests waiting. See you around, Chuckie.”
“Count on it.”

Friday, November 6, 2009



“Okay, so I tell her, ‘Stop moving you twit. Did you honestly think I was going to let you ruin my life? I’ve worked too hard to let you destroy everything.’ But she kept babbling about how she was going to make me suffer. How she would see to it that I got nothing. I couldn’t take it anymore. After I cracked her in the jaw, she looked a little stunned. I think she knew she was going to die.
“Chuckie, I’m almost finished. ‘Squeeze her harder, Dorian. She can’t talk if she can’t breathe. Not unless she wants to give me what I came for. No? Okay, have it your way. This will be quick, I promise.’ I picked up the comb and slowly ran my fingers along the slender, pointed handle. Poor Tonya tried to move, but her strength was gone. I chose the ribbon that matched her undies, you know, I wanted her to die in style. But it was the darnedest thing. I think she knew what I was planning to do because she wouldn’t open her mouth for me. Never fear, I fixed that. I cracked her again. The girl had a glass jaw. Problem solved. I think you know how the rest of the story ends.”

Thursday, November 5, 2009



Chuck was finding it hard to sit still. They should be behind bars for the rest of their lives, not walking around free to move on with their lives. Their investigation proved that Tonya was the wicked witch everyone said she was, but that never justified murder. He took a sip of his drink and waited for the story to continue.
“This is when it gets really good. Dorian was squeezing the life out of her, and she was flailing like a caged animal. ‘Stop moving or I’ll beat you to death myself!’ You really had to be there to appreciate it. The blood had rushed to his face, and he was sweating like a pig. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his face was so distorted and intense I was afraid he was gonna hurt himself. I’m telling you, I see the man every day, and you would’ve never guessed he was our esteemed governor. Anyway, it was time for me to step back in, because Dorian had lost control. Are you still intrigued?”
Chuck could feel his service revolver against his ribs. What he wouldn’t give to pop off a few rounds to put a stop to this. “Can’t you tell I’m glued to my seat?”