James Cuffy, better known as Cuff, is living in paradise with his
girlfriend, on the small Caribbean island of St. Croix, where the sky is as
blue as Cuff's eyes, the ocean as pretty as Rosie's cheeks, where the gentle
lapping of the waves is a lullaby, and the swaying of the palm trees is a
dance. The sandy beaches are as white as sugar, and the horizon is a world
away. St. Croix indeed is paradise, the perfect place for living, laughing, and
loving.
But the sandy beaches and the turquoise sea can provide no cover from the deadly eyes of the unknown stalker pursuing Cuff. Murder leads to murder as he attempts to untangle the terrible web in which he has suddenly become entangled.
The twists and turns are relentless, the roads of the fast action leading in all directions, but time is running out, and Cuff, his faithful Rosie at his side, knows it.
But the sandy beaches and the turquoise sea can provide no cover from the deadly eyes of the unknown stalker pursuing Cuff. Murder leads to murder as he attempts to untangle the terrible web in which he has suddenly become entangled.
The twists and turns are relentless, the roads of the fast action leading in all directions, but time is running out, and Cuff, his faithful Rosie at his side, knows it.
These were not naked eyes,
for the distance between these eyes and the beach bar at Cathy's Fancy was too
great for the naked eye to discern who was who. No, these eyes had planned
meticulously. The eyes were glued to a pair of terribly expensive and
unbelievably powerful Swarovski Optik binoculars. The balcony on which they now
worked, taking in the scene before them, was the perfect place to see but not
be seen. The powerful binoculars saw to that.
The distance, the palm trees,
and the rays of the sun all helped. The position had been hand picked, after
careful consideration. Every angle had been considered, and, one by one, they
had all been discarded for one reason or another until this very spot, the
perfect place to observe while not being observed, had been selected.
Yes, the eyes had seen it
all. The eyes had seen precisely what they had hoped to see. They were like a
master puppeteer. They planned,
controlled, and observed, but from a safe distance. They did not miss a trick.
The eyes. The deadly eyes of
St. Croix.
I have resided in and have
visited many places in the world, all of which have contributed in some way to
my own published writing. I have literally traveled throughout the world, on
numerous occasions. I have lived in Finland, Germany, Thailand, Saudi Arabia,
and the U.S. Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Croix, where DEADLY EYES is
set. I gained the wanderlust to see the world, to experience other cultures, at
an early age, and this desire has never left me. If anything, it has only
gained in intensity as I have aged. I try to travel internationally at least
once a year. In the interim, I spend lots of time traveling around both my home
state of California and other nearby states.
I spent my early years in the
small town of Lone Pine, California, the home of almost every western movie, in
addition to a wide variety of other genres, made in the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, and
60’s. In fact, Hollywood still films parts of big-time movies there today. My
dad, the town’s lifeguard at the time, personally knew John Wayne, Lloyd
Bridges, and Lee Marvin, all of whom came to the town’s pool, the Memorial
Plunge, at times to cool off after a hectic day of working in the sun. I was
even an extra in a movie filmed there in 1957, MONOLITH MONSTERS, a B-cult
favorite even today. I was ten years old at the time. Even though I resided in
a small town hours from the big city, I was exposed to the excitement of action
and heroes at a formative age, and, thus, my interest in writing novels of
suspense such as DEADLY EYES was born.
As a recent retiree from a
forty-year career as a professor of writing, I now live in Southern California
wine country with my wife, Kitty, and our two other cats.
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