Betrayal Only Comes in Green

*****5 Stars from Readers Favorite*****His wife is dead. His only son is a drifter. He lives alone in his quaint San Bernardino town and likes it that way, until well-known Nevada criminals discover something about Saul Jessup that makes him rather interesting.New neighbors move into town, raising eyebrows in their wake. A young mother and her small daughter seem to find Saul's quiet street very fitting, and bring only a pick-up truck of things. They don't bother unpacking; instead they close the doors and window coverings, and remain for days.Saul is the one to catch little Suzie when a car speeds through the boulevard…but the driver isn't finished…yet. As eyes watch through the rearview mirror, a master plan is being made, and Saul Jessup's name is first on the hit list.A story of heartbreak and triumph, Betrayal Only Comes in Green shows us that money truly is the route of all evil, but it can also bring people together in ways we never thought possible. Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!