I have finally published my debut novel, Death In The Window. It was an idea spawned from my days hanging off of high-rises in Calgary. I always thought, what if I saw a murder inside one of the apartments I was cleaning the outside windows on? 

All these years later, my dream has come to fruition. 

Death In The Window became live for purchase on August 18, 2025. My second edition has now been released on Amazon KDP.  It is available on Kindle Unlimited and as a paperback through Amazon. Just go to the link Death In The Window. 

And please, it would be amazing if you buy a copy to leave a review. In case you want a sample, here is Chapter 1 below,

Chapter 1

Calgary, August 28, 2019

Kamlei stared at the plastic test kit. Her hands shook and her body trembled as she waited for him to arrive. She took a second test to make sure. There could be no doubt about the results.

Her heart pounded as she paced her large apartment. She felt bile creep into her throat and swallowed hard to keep from emptying her stomach. She glanced at the leather couch and considered sitting down.

There was no way she could sit still right now. Could she hide it from him? Maybe she should just go to the doctor and get rid of it. She ran a hand through her hair and touched her belly. She already knew she couldn’t kill it. Would he be angry?

Kamlei stared at a painting on the wall. It was The Scream, and she hated it because it overwhelmed her senses and made her afraid. The cartoon caricature of fear gave her a sense of desolation. But he liked it. How could anyone like such a terrifying image? Her stomach wanted to shrink and disappear when she stared at it too long. She fixed her gaze on the TV screen’s CCTV lobby display.

There he was, headed for the elevator. Her pulse increased as she wiped her hands on her skirt.

Kamlei moved to the apartment door and opened it, trepidation surging through her. She walked back and forth across the carpet in the living room. When she heard the elevator door open down the hall, she took a deep breath and prepared herself.

She welcomed him as he walked in and smiled at her. Kamlei stood back and stared, trying to decide which man was in front of her. Was it the kind one, or the angry one? She almost blurted out her news but stopped herself. There was lots of time to tell him.

She entered the kitchen and grabbed the drinks she’d prepared: Scotch for him and tea for her. Would he notice she didn’t have wine?

He took the scotch and looked right through her.

I’m pregnant and it’s yours.

The thoughts erupted inside, but she restrained them. Finally, he faced her and stared at her cup of tea. He raised his left eyebrow and pulled his laptop out of his bag. He set the bag on the floor and the laptop on the table, the power cord still in his hand.

She wanted this to be right so badly. She needed him to want the new life growing inside her. She kept silent, afraid of his reaction. Kamlei stared into his eyes and tried to see into his mind. She longed to feel his heart somewhere in there. Did he love her? After ten years as his plaything, she hoped he felt something for her. When he’d taken her as a child from her home in Thailand, she’d been nothing more than a conquest for him.

He stared back at her. She knew he could tell she was hiding something.

“Kamlei, why aren’t you drinking wine? Why are you making me drink alone? Are you feeling all right?” His words broke the spell.

“I feel amazing.” Kamlei smiled, set down her tea, and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed into him, wanting to share her heart.

“Mmm, yes, you do. Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t want any wine?”

“I am fine.” Kamlei grabbed his glass and set it down. She took his hand and placed it over her heart, then stared into his eyes.

“Do you feel my heart? It’s beating just for you. Soon, there will be two hearts inside, beating for you.” She held his eyes and smiled, desperately wanting him to share her joy.

His expression hardened, and his jaw clenched. Something was wrong.

“What do you mean? Two hearts? What are you saying, Kamlei?” His frown was reflected in the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Larry, I am pregnant. It is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. We are bringing another life into the world.”

“Pregnant?” A dark look came over his face. “That was never part of the deal. You need to get an abortion as soon as possible. We can’t have a child together. Do you understand me?”

“But Larry, I want this child. It will bring us closer together.”

“No, it will not, in fact, it would end us. You are going to get an abortion.”

“No Larry, I won’t do it. Even if I have to raise it on my own, I’m having this child.”

Kamlei put a protective hand over her belly. Larry pulled it away, gripping her firmly by the wrist.

“Larry, that hurts.”

His grip tightened. He shoved her and in one quick motion had the laptop cord around her neck.

“Stop.” She gasped as the cord tightened. “You are hurting me. I hoped you would be happy—”

She tried to pull away, but he held her firm, pulling the cord tighter.

Why?

Her eyes begged him to let go. It was as if he was possessed. His eyes were beyond reach. He was lost to her, and she couldn’t stop him.

He kept squeezing. She pushed at him with her hands. He was too strong. She’d never seen such rage in him. She tried to wriggle out of his embrace. Her hands went to her neck, struggling to pull the cord away. If only she could reach his eyes and scratch them.

Who was this stranger stealing her life away?

She fought harder, pushing on his chest, trying with everything she had to pull the cord from her neck, but it was too tight.

How much longer could she hold on? Her eyes searched past Larry, hoping for salvation. In the window she saw a glimpse of something. Was it a man hanging there?

Kamlei swung her arms at him, desperate to escape. It was all she could do to pull in a trickle of air. She kicked her feet, and the drinks flew off the table. For a split second, he stopped choking her. Then he glared at her, pulling tighter on the cord.

She hoped the man in the window could do something, anything. But there was nothing anyone could do.

Her strength ebbed. Her vision blurred.

If he didn’t let go soon, it would be too late.

She searched his face and pleaded with her eyes. An unspoken why hung in the air between them. All she saw was a stranger staring back at her: a madman full of rage.

She struggled for a breath, but nothing came.

Her arms reached up again as she tried to scratch his eyes, but she was too weak. There was nothing left. Spots filled her vision.

Kamlei struggled for one more breath as her chest heaved.

Nothing came.

She tried to squirm and get away. He pushed her down on the couch, lifted his knee, and put it on her throat, crushing the last bit of life from her body.

Everything went black.