Stalag Sunflower Set for Release March 1st 2021
Currently, I have one novel published with Wild Rose Press. It is a historical novel set in Kansas in 1935 call Dust and Roses in print, Kindle edition and in Audible. My newest novel, Stalag Sunflower is still in the editing stage for publication, and I will keep you posted on its progress. Currently researching the sequel to Dust and Roses. Sara’s journey will continue.
Unlike many in 1935 Depression-era Kansas, 23-year-old, single Sara McGurk has a comfortable life, but a trip to the doctor reveals she is with child. The results are banishment from home and a violent argument with her lover that leaves her bleeding and abandoned in front of a forbidding limestone house.
A group of social outcasts take her in. Now, Sara must face an uncertain future while coping with her odd fellow residents. Can she keep her baby? Will she make peace ever again with her father? Can she escape her shame and find love and happiness?
Tune in for the shattering climax.
Listen to the first chapter of Dust and Roses
In 1943 Heinrich “Henry” Rohling was a German POW in a Midwest internment camp. Fifty years later, he journeys to a reunion for Camp Conrad veterans. This should be a time of brotherhood and rejoicing—and Rohling meets again the farmer’s daughter he fell in love with so long ago. But the elderly Berliner has his own agenda to fulfill. He holds a letter that proves a fellow comrade was murdered by the National Socialists who ran the camp behind the barbwire.
But things are amiss. With each passing hour, Henry becomes convinced that Brian Novak’s killer is still alive—and at the reunion. When another veteran dies from an apparent accident, Henry is convinced he will be the next to fall. Will Henry find the killer before it is too late? Will he get a second chance to renew his first love? Or will the killer find him first?
The climax will bring the house down.
I grew up in a small Kansas town where the biggest yearly event wasn’t football but the annual wheat harvest during mid-June. For days you’d see huge trucks with tractors and folded-up combines mounted on long flat-beds roaring up and down Main Street. For a couple of weeks custom cutters harvested fields of wheat and soon move on to another town. It was always interesting to watch as a kid. I remember as a kid playing around in the back of a big wheat truck while waiting for the combine to dump a load of grain. Then it was off to the mill to empty the wheat. It was so cool to be in the cab and feel the front end of the truck raise so all the grain fell out.