Rose was supposed to go with me to Kansas to a meeting. When I got there, I couldn’t find her. I looked all through my luggage. No Rose.
I asked some people at the meeting, “Have you seen Rose?”
“Rose who?” they asked, as they clutched their Pink Baby Alligator books.
I wanted to take a picture of Rose. With me. In Kansas. No Rose anywhere. Definitely not in Kansas.
On my flight home, I got a text.
“Found Rose. She couldn’t find pink flamingos to hide with so she hid in the pink flowers.”
There she is!
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I live on a farm with Farmer Man, two great dogs: TJ and Toby, and a dozen sassy chickens. I write thriller, mystery, and post-apocalyptic science fiction novels. All my books are series because even though each book solves a crime and stops a murdering criminal, there's always something more to life, isn't there? My exciting books with unusual main characters that are now readers' favorite people are for sale by your favorite bookseller for your reading pleasure!
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We were both surprised.