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Who Good question. It depends on who you ask. I’m the best friend and wife of a South Texas Lawman. Mother of five, mother-in-law to five, grandmother to eight. My family says I’m more than a little crazy. I think I’m an eclectic taste.
Interests When I’m not busy embarrassing my children or grandchildren by dancing in the middle of a country road during a rainstorm, I can be found running around with my camera creating visual art.
Network My support system, outside of my family, includes a number of authors and members of the Facebook group, 10 Minute Novelists—an amazing group of people who are always willing to help another writer no matter the skill level.
Desk My desk is in a corner of Darlin’s knife shop. We really enjoy spending time together even if we are working on separate projects. The walls surrounding my plastic folding table are covered ceiling to floor with white boards. Two windows allow me to stare out at the trees and brush when I’m stuck. The table is covered by a desktop computer, two laptops, and three external hard drives plus two printers and a Cricut.
Outrageous Once upon a time ago, I used to build and race quarter-mile drag cars. We put a V8 engine in a 1974 Chevy Vega. Then I had my first child. I had to decide which was more important—kids? Cars? Kids? Cars? The kids won.
Window Outside my window is seventy-five acres of mesquite trees, wildflowers, prickly pear cactus, and red dirt inhabited by rattlesnakes, bobcats, road runners, coyotes, badgers, and the occasional mountain lion.
“His life is perfect. Too bad it’s built on a lie.”
Texas Ranger Noah Morgan has his life together—with a great job and the girl of his dreams. Too bad it's all based on a lie. A single phone call threatens to bring it all crashing down. After an irate citizen complains shoddy workmanship has left him with a booby-trapped driveway, and the local sheriff's office is too busy to respond, Noah takes the call. The investigation of local scam artists uncovers a human trafficking ring, Noah fights to avoid being swept back into the sights of his murderous family—people he escaped at the age of seventeen.
Can he keep his past a secret or will his carefully crafted life come to a violent end?
“While we wait for the mobile crime scene lab to arrive from Austin, I need you to sign this consent-to-search form. Next, Ranger Trammell and I will photograph the scene to preserve it in situ—as it currently is.”
“Now you wait one cotton-picking minute,” the old man growled. “How long will all that take? What if I don’t want to sign your verdammt form? I need my car. The old lady has several doctors’ appointments in San Antonio this afternoon.”
Noah lifted his hat again and brushed sweat off his forehead before it rolled into his eyes. “Tell you what. Sign this piece of paper giving us permission to search your driveway, and as soon as we finish the photography, Ranger Trammell and I will change your tire. Then you can pull your car out of the driveway. If you don’t sign it, we will have to find a judge and get a warrant. Going the warrant route will delay things considerably.” Noah shrugged. “The choice is yours. Either way it goes, you won’t be able to pull back in for some time. We’re going to have to tape off your driveway and process it as a crime scene. Is there somewhere you could stay for a few days?”
“Crime scene?” Mr. Schmidt crumpled as if he’d been kicked in the solar plexus. Bewilderment flooded his features. For the first time since the rangers arrived, the man looked old. “My driveway is a crime scene?”
“I’m afraid so, sir,” Noah said, using the tone he reserved for scared kids, grieving family members and sagging old men who hadn’t tasted sweet tea in more than sixty years. “Hip implants, bits of bone and teeth are not normally used for road base. It looks like someone may have disposed of a body in your driveway.”
A sixth-generation Texan with Scottish roots, Glenda Thompson can 'bless your heart' with the best of them. As a former emergency medical technician married to a south Texas Lawman, she's used insider information from both their careers as inspiration to build her Broken world of Texas Rangers with hidden pasts and dark secrets.
When she's not busy embarrassing her children or grandchildren by dancing in the middle of a country road during a rainstorm, she can be found huddled in her writing cave with her law enforcement technical adviser/husband working on another story in her Broken universe.
You can keep up with the future crazy cat lady's hi-jinks at www.glendathompson.com or follow her on Twitter @PressRattler or Facebook @Glenda Thompson, Author.
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