Killing the Secret

Killing the Secret (A Sheriff Lexie Wolfe Novel)

Somebody is murdering the women who played on a championship high school basketball team twenty years ago. Sheriff Lexie Wolfe searches for the link between the women that provoked someone to want them all dead. Lexie’s investigation intensifies when a local woman dies and the towns’ people blame her for the death. When Lexie discovers there are three secrets instead of one she fears more will die while the investigation goes in multiple directions. Her dilemma is further magnified by the fact that one of the women appears to be destined to be First Lady of the United States—provided she doesn’t die first.

“Donna and Sheriff Lexie grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.” ~ Gloria T. via

“The perfect mix of intrigue, humor, small town sensibilities, with just a touch of romance… what every girl really wants!” ~Lizalou via


Deadly Search

Deadly Search (A Sheriff Lexie Wolfe Novel Book 2)

Sheriff Lexie Wolfe becomes entangled in a web of deceit as she searches for her father’s murderer. At the center of the investigation is her mother, Margo, a beautiful temptress who used the love and attention of Diffee men to feed her ego before rejecting them. Her mother may be the reason Lexie’s father, Nodin, was killed. But which of Margo’s pawns did it: the judge, the lawyer, the mayor or someone else? The investigation and Lexie’s betrayal of the man she loves propels her life into a dark downward spiral. If she finds her father’s killer what price will she pay for revenge?

“The author really keeps you turning the pages. Couldn’t put it down.” ~pwilliams via 

“Just as good as the first book. I could not put it down.” ~Joanne via


Terror's Grip

Terror’s Grip (A Sheriff Lexie Wolfe Novel Book 3)

Shadows and fog filled Sheriff Lexie’s brain. No familiarity. No point of reference. Where am I? Spots ached inside her flesh—deep bruises that disturbed her nerves. Her left hand touched her forehead, but the dried blood wouldn’t allow the hair to be pushed to the side. Her right arm suspended above her held by a chain attached to a two-inch metal clamp around her wrist. The chain trailed through the broken cellar window.

Lexie braced one hand against the wall to bring herself to standing. The movement sent pains pulsating through her body. Up and down her stiff legs marched like a wooden soldier. Her left hand fisted and punched forward as if a boxing bag, or her captor’s new face, dangled in front of her. Lexie’s scream filled the cold darkness. “I WON’T DIE WEAK!”