BIO
Let the wildfires simmer as the heat rockets up on romance!
Sparks Flew
ISBN : 1-4184-9911-0
by Barbara Jennison-Payon (bio)
Enjoy this psycho-thriller saga of sex, murder and country music! Read on...the first page is below!
The Ballad of Lacey Jay
by Larry and Barbara Payton (bio)
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Soft Cover ISBN : 978-1-4259-8007-8
Hard Cover ISBN : 978-1-4259-8008-5
E-Book ISBN: 978-1-4259-8009-2
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Yeah, he looks severe, but he cooks a decent burger and has a great future with Lacey Jay.
About the Paytons
Ballad of Lacey Jay
and
Sparks Flew
The collaborative voice of the Paytons reads like a single, forceful persona, yet this is their first effort together. Their years in West Texas and South Central New Mexico bring their settings to life for the reader who will recognize the truth of life in Sonora, Texas, and Silver City, New Mexico.
A polished romance writer under the name Barbara Jennison, she has 11 novels and numerous short stories and essays to her credit. For Larry, The Ballad of Lacey Jay is a first endeavor into mainstream fiction. He cut his teeth as an investigative reporter, political columnist, and later as a news bureau chief in New York, before coming to Texas as an editor on the old Dallas Times Herald. For the past twelve years he has been senior-level to technical writer.
With well over half a century of experience together, they met as strangers to write this little tale, originally titled A Ball of Yarn. By the time the book was published, they had fallen in love and married. The couple lives and writes in Little Elm, Texas.
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A Texas lady with a flair for danger and heart-pounding romance. Larry chose this partner well for influence on himself - and Lacey Jay.
First Page
of
Ballad of Lacey Jay
Silver City, NM, March 1981
Slowly, he climbed the fuzzy staircase from sleep to consciousness, memory of some innocuous dream already fading as his mind cast off its sleep shroud. Around him, the blue shadows of familiar furnishings in the windowless bedroom were more ominous than comforting. He was cold.
I must have left the window open.
Lucas Peterson shivered in the chill of the pre-dawn morning as he stumbled from the bedroom. He walked numbly out to the northern window in the kitchen/dining area at the rear of the shotgun apartment. With units on both sides of him, open windows was the only way to move any air through the old adobe fourplex.
Sure enough, the curtains billowed with the cool March morning breeze. It was another of those high-desert mornings when the temperature could easily vary 50 degrees from yesterday’s highs — or from today’s warmth, for that matter.
He pushed the aging casement down, then plodded back across the frigid linoleum and crawled in beside the beautiful blonde coed he’d met last night, and drew her towards him. She was cold, too.
“Damn, sweetheart,
you’re cold as ice, but we both know you’re not frigid,
right?” he said into her ear, letting his warm breath caress her
coolness.
She didn’t stir.
“Are you still asleep, darlin’?”
No answer.
Raising to one elbow
with a sense of déjà vu, he looked into her eyes. The
pale blue orbs stared back at him, open but unseeing. Panic gripped him
by the throat.
The alarm inside his head left a metallic taste in his mouth. A bit of
vertigo
accompanied shaky knees as he swung his feet off the bed to the floor.
He felt the urge to vomit.
The lifeless form of Beth Miller lay motionless in the center of the bed, the sheet and blanket partially covering her nude body.
Not again, please Lord, not again!
I read this book and enjoyed it immensely. Psycho-thrillers are outside my normal reading parameters, so I had to be asked. However, from time to time, something catches my interest.
Lacey Jay took me for a page-turning trek around west Texas, Dallas, and into the scenic Mugollon Mountains - (pronounced muggy-own).
The twist and turns, the suspense and the heartbreak hold the eyes open and keeps the adrenaline flowing.
- Terry Money