A Glass Half-Empty

 Some Things Are Worth Crying Over

Praise for Spilled Milk:

I recommended it to everyone who like suspense. – Amazon customer
A fast read and entertaining from beginning to end. – Amazon customer
I just could not put the book down. – Amazon customer
I enjoyed it and looking forward to the second part. – Amazon customer

Gerrold Smith, a desperate father turned terrorist now facing triple life sentences, is only focused on doing time. But when his former hostage turned partner in crime, Melissa Cooper, offers to break him out of prison, events spiral rapidly out of control.

On the run toward Florida, the last-known location of Detective Bryce Rogan–a man who holds the key to bringing down the child-sex trafficking ring Gerrold’s reign of terror inadvertently exposed–Gerrold and Mel discover both the depths of their passion for one another as well as the lengths each will go to survive and bring to justice the corrupt power-brokers who helped ruin their lives.

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About the Book…

Some might object to making two criminals the protagonists of a novel. But that is precisely what Gerrold and Mel are. They are criminals. They operate outside the law. They often do the wrong thing. They repeat these mistakes.

In their defense, they do want to do the right thing—finding the evidence that will expose a horrible child sex-trafficking ring—and they are driven outside the law because the law itself has failed them. But in the final analysis, they are criminals. Gerrold himself is a murderer.

So why do it? Why make two criminals into the heroes? Why write this novel at all? The answer is quite simple, I believe. It isn’t that people are innately good. Five thousand years of recorded human history have exposed the fallacy of that lie. I chose criminals because, on a very real level, that is what we all are.

Even though we want to do what is right, we fail. Repeatedly. We make the same mistakes. Regularly. We are a fallen race: still capable of imagining heaven, and all too frequently engineering hell.