Lucky Shot Setting


Lucky Shot (Pink Pistol Sisterhood Book 9) will release June 20!

The book was one I ended up writing on the spur of a moment. Typically, I start thinking about a book weeks if not months before I get to write it.

Not Lucky Shot.

I decided on a Thursday evening to write it. Checked with the Pink Pistol Sisters to get their okay (since I was filling a slot left open when one of the others had to step back from the project) on Friday morning, and started writing as soon as I received a thumbs up to go for it.

Five days later, the book was written. And it’s not a short story either. You get a full-length novel with this one.

I couldn’t linger over decisions and decided right away to set this story in Star, Idaho. A few months of my life (many years ago), I drove through Star on my way to work in Eagle, Idaho. My husband I both grew up on the Treasure Valley region. The area is one familiar to me, which is one reason I set the story there. The other is that there is a VA Hospital in Boise, which is perfect because my heroine, Grace, is a nurse, and Levi, is a wounded war veteran who is dealing with scars on his body and his soul.

Anyway, it turned out to be such fun to write a story set there during the summer of 1972.

I was just a baby then, but from my early childhood years, I have so many memories of things in this area, like the Karcher Mall (the first indoor shopping mall in the state of Idaho) that had red carpeting throughout and I thought was such a “fancy” place to visit when I was a little girl. No wonder I love shopping at malls!

At any rate, I thought I’d share a little scene with you. It’s from Levi’s first interaction with Grace at the hospital. Enjoy!


The doctor made a few notes in the chart, handed it back to the nurse, then smiled at Levi. “We’ll see you again in six weeks.”

“Yes, sir.” Levi wanted to argue. To insist the appointments were unnecessary. Regardless, it made him feel marginally better to hear the doctor say he was healing well.

The only problem, though was the fact that he hadn’t counted on meeting a spunky young nurse with soulful eyes. When she smiled, her face transformed from pretty into beautiful, showing off exquisite cheekbones. If life was different—he was different—he sure wouldn’t have hesitated to ask her out.

Now, though, he just wanted to escape her presence.

As though she sensed his thoughts, she reached behind her and lifted his shirt. She held it out for him to slip his arms into the sleeves.

The very idea of having her help him dress infuriated Levi. That simple act smacked of him being an invalid. A victim. Weak. Needy.

And he wouldn’t stand for it.

With a fierce glower, he snatched the shirt from her hands and rammed his arms into the sleeves. The hint of her tropical fragrance teased his senses as reached behind her for his hat, further infuriating him. He stormed out of the office, shirt tails flapping in the breeze created by his fuming stride.

Angry with himself, angry at the world, he got into his pickup and sped back toward Star. He was nearly home before he remembered he needed to go pick up parts for his dad and groceries for his mother.

Checking to make sure no one was coming, he turned around in the road and roared back into town. As he drove, a vision of a lovely brown-haired nurse refused to budge from his head. How dare that woman make him feel like a bumbling fool!

Lucky Shot – Coming June 20!


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6 Responses

  1. I love this. I was in high school in the 60s, graduated in 1969 then went to nursing school and graduated from there in 1972, so this story really speaks to me. I had friends and acquaintances who fought in Vietnam and know how hard it was for them to return to “normal” life.

    1. Oh, wow, Elaine! How neat you were a graduating nurse then. So, so pleased the story speaks to you, and can only imagine what your friends went through returning from Vietnam. So grateful for their service! And for you!

  2. I don’t want to make myself a nuisance, but for me, this book is where the rubber meets the road. I am also a Vietnam veteran and arrived back into the bay area in early 1967 right into the epicenter of the antiwar movement! For almost a decade, I kept a low profile in simply flew under the radar, not wanting to suffer the insults of the anti-war movement. I am currently reading your book with teary eyes because it brings back those painful memories. Finally, thank you. Over and over for the way you love and support our military and veterans!

    1. You would never, ever be a nuisance, Jeffrey! I’m so glad you are enjoying Lucky Shot. And I’m so grateful for you and your service. Thank you for your sacrifices. I can’t even begin to imagine how challenging it was for you when you came back from the war to the insults of the anti-war movement. I am so deeply thankful for our military and veterans. They are all too often unsung heroes!

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