In 2025 a coronal mass ejection licked from the sun to the orbit of earth, destroying most life in fires, flood, snow and then ice... recovery is slow.In 2043 the post-apocalyptic world is ravaged by sweeping sand and dust, Elizabeth Baker has found a means of escaping the sandbox with enough credit to live well. Working for Oliver S. Trenton as scribe and office cleaner she intends making the well-paid position hers permanently. Though the man runs a world spanning company, Liz has no idea what other mysterious projects he works on day after day in his library/museum/office.The mystery he presents falls to the side when an irreplaceable book vanishes. The impenetrable security makes such a theft inconceivable.A missing book is the least of Liz's concerns when she discovers a body in her washroom the third week on the job. All hints suggest it's a message for her.What kind of work does Oliver S. Trenton really do? Why does his own board isolate and work against him?Liz already knows he's lied to her, how many lies does she have to work through to find the truth? When she's asking too many questions, Oliver S. Trenton suggests she cease.Liz is a survivor of the apocalypse, a day to day survivor of the windstorms sweeping New York City… so his annoyance is hardly going to deter her.Besides, she's made a quiet game of pressing against his stoic demeanor. When her search hints at a greater mystery with unearthly connections… will the next body in the restroom be hers? Time is running out for the survivors on planet earth. Liz and her boss are suddenly in a fight she never bargained for.Can Liz trust Oliver S. Trenton? Can she trust her feelings? The path of lies Liz has to wade through leads to a truth she can barely believe. Has surviving the near extinction of the planet given her the wit to continue?The more they learn of their planet's fate, the more they must work together. Fighting time and otherworldly intervention, can Liz stop fighting her feelings and allow trust to grow? Born and raised in and around Baltimore, Maryland.(I started the year the Orioles moved there) I started reading at an average age, then I found fiction - Ghost stories - and my imagination kicked into gear. Between reading science fiction, fantasy, comic books, detective stories, westerns and other tall tales I didn't have much time for writing. But in those spare moments when the dreamer held rein... I considered what might go on paper.During a busy life I met all kinds of interesting people and have seen some interesting situations, both fun and tragic. What that richness has given me, (besides two wonderful daughters) is a wealth of information to create characters who enjoy telling the stories they're in.I've created worlds, universes and tales in stacks of notebooks (yes, I write with a pen) that I enjoy and I hope others will as well. It takes time and effort to write but I find it takes nearly as much to get my stories to the epub stage.This isn't much of a profile or bio, I suppose, but I hope you find more enjoyment in my stories. It's always more fun to read the story than look to see who's behind the curtain making it up...
