Rylee is on a mission to stop a bill that is fast tracked in the state senate that will close the free clinics in the state. Problem is she doesn’t know a thing about politics and the state representative she goes to for help is as cold as ice.

I had a sports reporter who was bemoaning the fact that it was so hard to write a fiction novel, let alone get it published, tell me I couldn’t do it. He came to this conclusion because I was a business writer and my degree was in business not any writing type degree. I was infuriated and was complaining later to my husband telling him that a writer writes. It shouldn’t matter what the writing was about. Dude, I took minutes at municipal meetings. If that isn’t creative writing, then I don’t know what is. I then picked up a brass shark I found at the house we moved into and said, “I should be able to write a story about this shark.” My husband being a wise person said, “Okay, do it.” I haven’t looked back. I still have the shark.

What does a monstrous hog, ravenous sea gulls, and an island that is a hazard to marine navigation have in common? A bunch of old geezers, that’s what. Oh, and Dave too.