I was born just after man landed on the moon. I grew up with New Wave and Friday Night Videos as the soundtrack to my teen years. My first computer was a Commodore 64 that I bought with money I earned from Sea Cadet camp. I was a geek when it wasn't cool, tapped into an international FidoNet and an Internet no one knew about at 1200 baud.
My Mom was a Navy Wife; my Dad was an Officer and a gentleman. I stole my Dad's National Geographic and Popular Science magazines. My Mom gave me her wisdom, patience and and enough rope.
The Berlin Wall fell during my first try at University. I served during the Persian Gulf War as the first shocks of the New World Order started rippling outwards.
I was married, had a wonderful son, and divorced. I've gotten remarried, to an amazing friend and bright light in my world.
I'm into Steampunk, the Society for Creative Anachronism, table-top Role-Playing Games, and MMORPG gaming. Hal-Con, WolfCon, NovaCon, ConSeption, DraCONis, Steamcon.
I'm a 30-mumbleyear IT professional that started with NetWare. I ran my own consulting company for a decade. I'm an author, writing people-positive action-adventures and romantic fiction.
I've been around the world in 180 days. I'm thinking about building an Earthship. I still fight with swords.
I'm a bit complicated, a bit hard-nosed and a bit soft-hearted. My friends are my awesome.

In the summer of 1996, an innocent woman is murdered in a graveyard and less-than-innocent arms-dealer is murdered on their yacht, resulting in an unlikely alliance between an infamous member of the Vampire Secret Police, and a Nun from Vatican Special Forces. In the neon-and-shadow nights of Glitter City, no one can be trusted, and the lies and manipulations abound.

Can Gabriel Lafleche, known by those who fear him as 'The Fist', and Sister Adrielle Seton, his partner-of-convenience, figure out what's going on before counter-plots and direct dangers claim them both as victims? To complicate things, he can't ignore her looks and zest for life. To her, he's the ultimate bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

From dive-bars to ballrooms, the sparks fly and tension climbs with every lead they follow and every move they make together.
Even if they can unravel the twisted threads, there is no guarantee that justice will be served. In the Night of Glitter City, sometimes, might makes right.