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I present you my latest novel Deep Beneath the Surface.
The discovery of a century old Model T at the bottom of a northern lake sends shock waves across multiple communities. Buried secrets, hidden scandals, and forgotten tragedies resurface, unleashing deadly threats.
Hauk Ludwig leads the salvage operation. After losing one of his men, he is forced to hire a new diver, Star Fisher. Her investigative skills, feisty attitude, and tumultuous past stir up conflicting feelings and strange events that throw Hauk’s life, and the life of his crew, into chaos.
Disfigured by a violent attack and haunted by recurring nightmares, Star finds solace in the silent depths. The relics she discovers on the sandy bottom links the sunken wreck to the unsolved disappearance of a rich heiress.
Danger lurks above and below the surface. To protect their future, Star and Hauk must unearth the truth before they become victims of the past.
This is the story behind the story:
Years ago, my daughter was exploring underwater wrecks on the Atlantic Coast. The descriptions she gave of the shipwrecks were eerie and fascinating, and they ignited my imagination. As far as I know, she has never seen a Ford Model T underwater, but she was the inspiration behind my female diver, Star.
My daughter was also my technical adviser behind the scene. Not only did she review my underwater scenes, but one day when I was visiting her, she laid her scuba diving equipment on the living room floor, explained how everything worked, and got me to don some on the gear on so I could get a better feel and understanding. Unfortunately, I am a few sizes bigger than she is, or else I would have put everything on.
To thank her, I wrote her a cameo in the story.
Interesting titbits:
- A few months after I finished writing the story, my daughter sent me a newspaper article describing the fluke discovery of an old wreck in a remote lake, except it wasn't a Model T, it was a lost plane.
- When she moved out of the house, my daughter left her diving weights behind. For the longest time, they were in a bag on the lower shelf of the shelving unit in the garage to keep it steady.
Well, time ran away from me. Next thing I know, it's October 31st in the afternoon, I'm not tall enough to get that cord out of the way, and my husband won't come home until after the kids start trick-or-treating. So, I improvise using my daughter's diving weights and garbage/recycling bins, and set the inflatables up in front of the garage. It worked!
Stay Warm & Happy Reading!
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