I'm Harper Dale and I thank you for joining me here.
I left my career in the news business for the creative freedom of writing fiction. It's such a joy to delve into my imagination and craft stories around things I've seen. I learned that no matter where I worked~ from the East Coast to the West, people are the same. Some are leaders, some followers. Some are cruel, others selfless.
People love. People lust. People hate.
I've covered and interviewed everyone from mass murders to governors, sat with the loved ones of murder victims and interviewed their killers in prison. It was a colorful career that translates into stories.
The people I write about are compilations of people I interviewed and observed over the years~ but what they have in common is they're all colored by my imagination. No one is real in my books, but I might take a tic from someone who is real and implant it in one of my characters.
I am forever grateful to my publisher, RupertBossier for giving me this opportunity to be here.
Always~
Harper
Hey, guys~
I'm Harper Dale and I thank you for joining me here.
I left my career in the news business for the creative freedom of writing fiction. It's such a joy to delve into my imagination and craft stories around things I've seen. I learned that no matter where I worked~ from the East Coast to the West, people are the same. Some are leaders, some followers. Some are cruel, others selfless.
From that moment on the sidewalk, her proud chin denying her fear, I was obsessed with Darya Marks. Then, I found out Sergei Markova was taking over this Bratva. Right then, I should've bowed out. Let it go. Accepted that she was forbidden fruit. But I didn't."
He’s an arrogant, stubborn, immovable object blocking crime reporter Kat Coe from the story she’s determined to tell—about the savage slaying of a wealthy Texas heiress.
Detective T. J. Callahan is one to drool over. But his sole focus is finding the killers, and Kat’s news stories are getting in his way.
“There’d be no news if all reporters did was swallow your crap. The people have the right to know.”
He stops and turns to face me with a fry-in-hell glare.
