The Sneaky Freaky begins in 1966, in the fishing town of Sneads Ferry, North Carolina. Naomi's husband is fighting in Vietnam. The sight of Courthouse Bay, Camp Lejeune, from her window reminds her every day of that fact. The reality of the war is everywhere. It's on the nightly news, it's in the movies, it's in the music, and all Naomi wants to do is get away from it all. A magic cat, omens, the stars and dreams figure into a big dose of reality for a woman caught in the hippie era.
Thallasophile - lover of the ocean. That's me. I have a strong affinity for that entity and express those feelings through my writing--my books. They may span many genres but are all connected to the place I call home. Genres published: historical fiction, literary, murder, essays--they all are set on Topsail Island where I grew up. It is my way of perserving this wonderful place and the people with whom I share my life. The first book in the Murder by the Sea series is WATERLOGGED. Don Belkin is a former Marine, now a detective with the Surf City Police Dept. He's a conflicted man, to say the least, as he struggles to accept his past and find solace in the small beach town. Bitterness runs deep between the locals who have populated the area for generations and the "new" folks who think they've found paradise. Oh, Topsail Island may be the perfect tourist attraction, but in the summer it's just plain MURDER. (there are 5 more books in the series)
. It takes a certain kind of person to be a fisherman-gotta have a certain amount of courage to face the unpredictable ocean every day. You have to be willing to go through uncertainty and disappointment, and you have to be able to adapt to changes quickly. The world depends on you.
Book Excerpt
The Sneak Freaky
Fishermen made a good living in Sneads Ferry. Sure, it was a lot of hard work, but it paid off. And as long as people ate seafood, he’d always have a job. Alfred Simpson was proud of his son for choosing to be part of the family business, for serving his country and for putting money down on a house. It might have been fifty years old, with a creaky stairway and a roof that leaked, but it was his, or at least on the way to being his.
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