That's right! This humorous tale of a girl and her dog, her ghost and a sexy cop -- and a murder or two! -- is out now from Resplendence Publishing. Here's a taste:

“Precious eats at five.”
Damn. Bobby’s back. I don’t know which is worse, his popping in and out or the schedule he has set for Precious. In all fairness, I suppose his mother set the schedule since the damn dog was hers for the last fifteen years. Still would be if Bobby’s mama hadn’t gone one serving too far on wing night at the all-you-can-eat buffet and choked to death on a bone.
I didn’t make it to the funeral. First of all, it was on a Wednesday, when the boss springs for doughnuts at our over-the-hump-day meeting. Second, I’d met Bobby’s mother exactly once, a week after my senior prom. He’d taken her to the grocery store to buy whipped cream and bananas. I was there to pick up a pound of cheese for my mother.
Who could imagine I’d make such an impression on the woman that she’d remember me in her will? Granted, the document was scribbled on a napkin grabbed from the table dispenser as her last conscious act on this earth, but I was still surprised.
Especially since Bobby’s mama met her maker six weeks ago, and it has been ten years since that chance encounter in the deli department.
Trust me, I wish I’d left my inheritance unclaimed. Bobby says his mama willed Precious to me because in those few minutes together, she could see what a caring, loving person I was. Myself, I think she found out what Bobby and I did in the back seat of his Mustang for three weeks straight, and leaving Precious to me was her way of making me atone for my sins.