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One look at the bloody wet body of Richard Franklin laying in the empty BART parking lot was enough—homicide is never acceptable in the tony eastern suburbs of San Francisco. Sharon O’Mara knows there is more to life than settling insurance claims so she joins forces with the local cops in the pursuit of the killer. Was it the land deal, his wealth, or his alcoholic wife that led to Franklin’s murder? Or was it a deranged killer who hides beneath a cloak of respectability and privilege. O’Mara struggles with the insane thought that he was killed to cover up a bigger crime, a crime of lurid vengeance…

“Guns and handbags, all you need to start a war!”

What’s in those millions of steel containers crossing the oceans and on our roads and railways? Could it be young Chinese girls kidnapped and locked away for the sex trade in America? On a blistering beach in Mexico, Sharon O’Mara discovers that it’s also luxury fashion knockoffs and dead bodies. What is the connection between stylish handbags, Chinese Tongs, the Mexican Cartels and these young women? O’Mara is irresistibly drawn into finding out the source of this depravity locked in the boxes stacked on the wharfs of Oakland and hidden in the back alleys of San Francisco. Can she rescue these women from a fate worse than death? Can she help to stop the madness?

Sharon O’Mara is asked to help a friend’s dying godfather return four magnificent Impressionist paintings to their rightful owners. Seems simple but Sharon learns they were stolen during the final days of World War II from a plundered Nazi treasure trove. She is confronted with horrific events that throw her back into Hitler’s obscene war against the Jews. O’Mara runs up against the New Reich in a race to find a secret key hidden in Paris that will enable these international criminals to restore the Nazi’s to their former vile glory.

Sharon O’Mara is hired for a simple job; find out who killed the great America’s Cup skipper and technical genius, Catherine Voss. Was it out of envy and greed? Or was it an international scheme to steal her high-tech boat? As the ultra-rich battle for the America’s Cup on San Francisco Bay and the canals of Venice, Sharon fights to find the truth. Who would kill for the secrets hidden in the technological heart of Voss’s lightning fast hydrofoil? Will Sharon discover who is behind the murder before they kill her? Can she outwit the ruthless bad guys and stop World War III?

Sharon O’Mara’s newest client doesn’t need her help for what he’s done, but rather for what he left behind. When baseball great, Toro Rodriquez, defected he had to leave his wife and child in Cuba. Now a ruthless government agent whose allegiance isn’t to Castro, but only to herself, holds them prisoner.

Since O’Mara’s friend, Kevin Bryan, is off on a security gig in London to prevent the theft of diamonds worth a quarter of billion euros, she turns to old friends and comrade-in-arms to help rescue Toro’s family. Her team’s failure may mean vanishing into a Cuban prison or . . . worse.

O’Mara and Bryan have no idea their client’s paths will not only merge but crash bloodily into each other on the night of baseball’s All-Star Game in San Francisco.

Sharon O’Mara and her band of international friends head off to Ireland to help Kevin Bryan with his new found inheritance: an old and dilapidated baronial estate that overlooks the Celtic Sea. What could go wrong? The insatiable greed of the evil New York developer who wants the land, the indigenous smugglers and their tunnel to the sea with its ancient past, or the local history that colors the land, not Irish green, but bloody English red.

There is a great Irish house o’er the sea,

That Kevin did inherit most curiously.

It is a simple tale,

One sure to fail,

Of developers, lawyers, and foul deeds.

   Venice during Carnevale, is the dream destination for American police detective Alex Polonia. She plans to lose herself in the maze of canals and forget her ex-husband’s conviction for operating a meth lab on Cleveland’s south side. In prison, he can’t hurt her anymore.

The legacy of the Bosnian War’s brutal ethnic cleansing has brought journalist Marika Juric to Venice on a single-minded crusade: to present evidence to the world to prevent one of the Bosnian War’s masterminds becoming Croatia’s next president. However, both women have enemies and they follow them to Venice.

These two strangers share more than the City of Masks. They’re mirror images of each other—down to their hair, their smiles, and the same desperation in their eyes. The resemblance isn’t just uncanny. It’s dangerous.

When the secrets of Alex’s escape rush headlong into Marika’s obsession, the fates of both women become entwined. Working together is their only way to survive.

    Alexandra Polonia is a former Cleveland police detective turned international security agent. She’ll go wherever the case takes her, but her family’s past has a way of catching up with her. Her ex-cop ex-husband has a vindictive streak, her father has unknowingly left surprises in a war-torn country, and the villains she’s going up against will stop at nothing to expose any weakness and exploit any flaw. But a big city cop knows how to survive, no matter the mission. To protect her assignment, she’ll do anything to keep them safe and stay one step ahead of her adversaries.

   Moscow schemes as Iowa burns.

Once again Alex Polonia must travel to a region of the world where governments play dice with the lives of their citizens.

Everything is connected now. A disease in a remote village becomes widespread contagion. A trigger is pulled, and bombs drop half a world away. A computer program is activated and encrypted data kills hundreds. A war game becomes reality.

Alex Polonia, security specialist with Teton Security and Defense, is handed a new operation by her boss. Go to St. Petersburg, Russia, and find the man who claims he knows what happened in Iowa.

Once Alex steps off the Allegro express train at the Finlyandsky Railroad Station in St. Petersburg, a complicated and dangerous cascade of events force her to flee with the man and his twin autistic boys who hold the answer to the question: Who set fire to an American town that killed 150 people?

The chase begins in Iowa, crosses a third of the world to the Baltic Sea, goes from Helsinki to St. Petersburg, then on to Stockholm and Estonia. Alex must stay one step ahead of the Russian FSB who will not stop until she is caught. How long can she survive? And what secrets do the twins carry that are almost impossible to learn? Lives are at stake; failure is not an option.

  In Depression racked Chicago, three people crash into each other, each hoping for vengeance and redemption. For Chicago detective Tony Alfano – it’s brutally and explosively different. Is the killer from the mob, the unions, or worse - city hall? Alfano treads the edge of sanity to find out. 

2016 Global Ebook award winner

  Detective Tony Alfano hunts a serial killer with connections to Mussolini’s fascist regime. Can Alfano stop the slayings before the greatest international event in Chicago’s history – the arrival of the Italian seaplane armada – or will the Century of Progress World’s Fair be forced to shut down due to fear, terror, and Chicago politics? As always, it all falls on Alfano’s shoulders.

  They weighed eight ounces—separately. Each glove laced tight to the tape wrapped fists of the fighter’s abused hands. In total, they added a pound of weight—eight ounces of death dispensing leather and horsehair. The gloves were there to defend the boxer and prolong the battle. Men died wearing them and men killed using them.

On the Depression racked streets of Chicago, it was hard to tell the good from the bad; hard to discover the truth among the lies; and especially hard to find an uncorrupt politician.

It was Detective Tony Alfano’s job to uncover a place to start.

“After setting the brim of his hat, Alfano lit a cigarette, and strolled north up the west side of State Street. This night the sidewalks were full; the weather, for a Friday night in mid-September, was warm and dry. Death hung around the fetid alleys, like a fusty hooker flirting for a well-oiled trick.”

Detective Anthony Alfano, tugged his crisply pressed dark grey suit, snugged up his red silk tie, and adjusted the Colt in its shoulder holster. He was tall, sharply thin, the pin stripes in his suit added an inch or two to his height. His face was narrow, with a hard, long jaw, thin mouth, and a fashionably crisp William Powell mustache. The mustache supported a sharp, slightly hooked nose (with a perceptible kink on its ridge due to it being broken a few times) that anchored his face like a spike driven between his dark grey eyes under grey eyebrows. Hidden under his grey fedora was a thick head of black hair, that was evolving to grey at the temples. If grey were a craving, Tony Alfano was a seriously grey serving.