Bernadette Y. Connor is a woman whose motto for her life has always been to live life as fully as she possibly could. She gave her parents what they expected from her, she gave her children what they expected from her, she gave her ex-husband the boot the moment she realized she had made a mistake and she is now free for the first time in her life to do as she pleases with her life. Writing has always been an outlet for me and I now find that it is also my joy. To be able to write and share my joy with others means the world to me.

I wish I could say that I selected the subject of The Parcel Express Murders, structured and molded a manuscript, but I can’t. When I set about writing a story I never know one thing about the subject or the characters. I meet them as they reveal themselves to me on my computer screen the same way they do my readers. I am as amazed as anyone how these people flesh out their existence in my stories and come to life. As wonderful as I’m sure I am, I don’t think I could sit down and create a story that comes together the way The Parcel Express Murders has on my own. There is something inside of me that can at times express itself so eloquently that I can only acknowledge that I’m privileged to be its transcriber.

The only common thread in the story was the way the murderer discarded the weapons. I don’t think I could have given it any other title that would have been more appropriate.

My passion is romance and it is always a strong element of any story I tell because love and hate are the emotional motivators of man. However, my romance has always been rejected by the publishing houses because it did not meet some unknown criteria that has yet to be brought to my attention. The years of rejection have obviously taken a toll on me and nearly every novel I’ve written since has a murder in it and I have now developed a reputation for being a cross-genre author. I have dubbed myself The Frustrated Romance Writer.

These were two of the funniest guys I have ever encountered in my work and I absolutely loved their camaraderie. It was an opportunity to show that men talk just as much as women and gossip even more than we do. I think their humor perfectly balanced the horror of their jobs and they gave the story a smoother, more human touch.

Samoa Tate is the woman most of us wish we could be. She treated men like men treat women and it is empowering until like the rest of us, she runs into a man that she “loves” and it changes everything.

Taylor is an example of how tired I am of being bombarded with broken down African American hookers who don’t know how to dress, live, or anything else. I wanted to see a beautiful, intelligent, black woman practice the oldest profession, live large and accomplish something. Taylor and Samoa had several characteristics that were alike and the story revealed how upbringing and environment really does toss the final stone on the scale of our lives. Taylor made men pay for her attentions and felt absolutely nothing for them while Samoa made men pay nothing for her attentions and felt absolutely nothing for them. Both women were emotionally defective but did either one choose the correct way of dealing with her defect? Is there really a correct way to deal with damaged emotions? If so, who has the handbooks and when are they going to start passing them out?

To date I’ve completed twelve manuscripts and two screenplays. The Parcel Express Murders is my second published novel and Damaged! was my first.

Yes, I am currently working on a book and the title is Pearl and Angela. If you think Samoa and Taylor sent my readers for loop, wait until they are introduced to these two.

I am a night writer who has to hear music to stimulate the voices in her head. I don’t think I will ever be a writer who could perform on the road or in hotel rooms unless it was perfectly quiet and the only thing I heard was the music.

I would like my readers to know that this book was written solely for their entertainment. It is constructed to transport them to a place with no name that is filled with characters whose foibles and accomplishments are for their enjoyment with minimal emotional investment. I read fiction for escape and I sincerely hope I gave them a wonderful hiding place that for a while relieved them of whatever was happening in their lives and it gave them just enough breathing room to face it all again with a renewed vigor.