Wednesday, January 22, 2020



Writing Murder, Just Because  was not easy. Being in the mind of a serial killer is something I don’t ever want to tackle again. But I did my best to follow through to where my character took me. Many times, I thought of just finishing it and putting it in a drawer. It didn’t need to see the light of day, but an author I trust, read it and said it was some of my best work. So, despite my own doubts about the subject matter, and maybe due to my own vanity, I went to publication.

Still, I was afraid of what the story said about me?

I didn’t want to identify with or be identified with the character of Stowy Jenkins, on any level. Or else I wanted plausible deniability.

And yet truth be told, as most writers know or believe, all characters are part of the author, and despite my dislike of Stowy Jenkins, I have to admit that while Stowy is a complete fabrication, the story itself comes from a very personal place. 

Despite his murderous personality, Stowy Jenkins grew out of my mind, and I can only place his creation to a darker side of my life. I was a victim of violence, and not once but several times.  I’ve spoken of this before, so I won’t go into detail. I’ll just acknowledge it as part of my life and admit those experiences had more influence on my life and many of my decisions. More so than I care to admit, but it also influences my writing. 

But this time I'm the one in control. I wrote the horror, but I also wrote a love story and a tale where despite the terror, it's love and goodness that wins out. A happy ending. We're all looking for that in life. I find it in my writing.

Another reason I hesitated to publish was due to the response to The Snowman, the first book where Stowy Jenkins, my antagonist, appeared. After the publication of that book, I received many questions and rebukes from other authors who couldn’t understand how I could write such a book. And all I could think was: if a man had written this subject matter, there would be no questions. No surprise. No, “OMG, what were you thinking.”

What was I thinking? Maybe that I don't like being the victim but I am, I was, and sometimes I question how one person (me) could be so dumb. Yes, that’s how I feel. I mean fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. But fool me three times, damn girl, wake up! Yes, I still question, how could I let this happen?

I know that kind thinking is all wrong, but the problem with common sense when emotions are involved, well, there is no logic. And even though it’s been years since the abuse happened, the emotional part of me still finds those questions unanswerable.

While some can’t understand how or why I wrote The Snowman or Murder, Just Because I won’t apologize.

Sexual violence happens daily, hourly! It happens to children and adults alike. When a man kidnaps a young woman and rapes her, it’s not to make love to her, it’s to abuse, violate, and destroy. There is nothing pretty or ‘comfortable’ about it.

These two books are very different from the first three, but these books are a part of me, a truth I’ve known, and for me, a way to survive the un-survivable.

Where do your characters originate?

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If you'd like to be part of my book tour or simply read the novel and write an honest review, please let me or Mason Canyon know.

Thank you!

Learn more about Stowy Jenkins on my other blog - Murderous Imaginings


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Monday, January 20, 2020

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Yolanda Renée © 2020
     I’ve been away from blog posting for way too long. I’m finding it hard to get back to it. I miss everyone, but boy did I enjoy exploring my new world, Myrtle Beach, there’s a lot to discover. Plus, we remodeled a new condo, which took up most of the last year.

     Still, there’s something to be said for participating on a regular basis. Especially for keeping up with all the friends I’ve made in the last ten years. I feel as though I’ve lost a lot in that regard, personal successes, new releases, and just news with regards to writing, marketing, and publishing.        Every once in a while, I would check in on Facebook. But what a cesspool of ads for everything I don’t want or need and the political garbage is just too much.

     I wanted to delete my FB account but haven’t due to contact with the readers and potential readers. Staying away does nothing to help with my already lousy social networking skills. Getting myself out of ‘shy writer’ mode is sometimes almost impossible. Especially when it takes so much to sell just one book. For a while, I thought I’d just keep writing and forego that, but I’ve never been a quitter. So here I go again!

      I’d hoped to start right away in January, but illness hit, and it slowed me down. But no more excuses! No more procrastination, it’s time to get started!

      I’m posting an excerpt from Murder, Just Because which is out now, and I have a book tour scheduled for April. If you’re interested in hosting please let me or Mason Canyon know, she’s the organizer. As I’ve said before it’s a violent story, but it’s a great read! Honest!

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy the excerpt I’ve posted.

“This is where they landed,” Sky said. “Their chutes were hidden in the rocks, but for whatever reason, they didn’t bother hiding the evidence of their stay here.”

         Helen collected samples from two piles of human waste. “If nothing else, this shit will prove once and for all that Jenkins is alive.”

         Brent laughed. He looked at the piles and said. “I’m hoping it’s bear scat. The bear ate the bastard, then had tummy problems.”

         “If only,” Steven said and chuckled too.

         Helen, sick to her stomach for the job she had to do, didn’t find the conversation the least funny.


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Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Welcome 2020

This is your opportunity!

Yolanda Renée © January 1, 2020

“Strength shows not only in the ability to persist, but the ability to start over."
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

WEP - Footprints

The novel finally published.
I found a new WEP challenge.
But no matter what was tried.
my mind was fried.
So I went for a walk on the beach.
Hoping for inspiration and peace.
The sky was very blue.
The ocean too.
Clouds floated silently by.
Overhead the seagulls flew high.
My thoughts wandered
As I pondered and pondered.
With no success.
My ability to concentrate was a mess.
Frustrated and blank.
My hope to participate sank.
Inspiration via nature had failed.
All dreams and schemes had sailed
No matter the number of prints in the sand.
I’ve no story of love or murder at hand.
So, I hope you won’t care.
That I’ve only two silly little poems to share.


What if you only got one chance at love?
 Is it your choice or your heart's choice?

Imprint of Love

Chivalrous, my first impression of you.
It didn’t hurt that tall, dark, and handsome fit too.
Our connection felt real.
A true match the deal.
My heart was bound after that first date.
The truth I learned came too late.
We were more than compatible
But your lie was unsurmountable
While the relationship was ideal for you.
Love takes two.
My heart shattered, and my folly upended.
With a shrug, your goodbye was rendered.
Unrequited affection the worst anguish of all.
Because despite my correction.
My heart had permanently defected.
For one love, this life was granted.

Yolanda Renée © 2019

Happy Holidays!

Hi, everyone!

     I wanted to participate sooner, but things just never worked out. Why have I been away for so long? There are many reasons, but the best reason has to do with the complete remodel of our new condo. We got a great deal on an oceanfront view but had to take it down to the studs because everything in it was original to the mid-1980s. Doing so gave us a chance to make it our own, and what fun. Frustration, to the maximum, don’t get me wrong, but now, well, it’s perfect. We’re thrilled and finally enjoying our new home.

        I also finished Murder, Just Because. The 5th book in the Detective Quaid saga. It’s a brutal book, but I hope one where evil is balanced out by the love story.  The monster in this book, despite my reluctance to write him, made his voice heard. If you abhor extreme violence this isn't the book for you, love story or not!

         Hopefully, I'll move on to lighter, more fun subjects. In fact, if it’s possible, I want to write a more humorous book for the next Quaid story. Surely there’s a way to make murder fun/ny? We’ll see.

         I’ve made no goals for 2020 yet. I’m still working them out. An open book for sure—the fun will be in seeing what fills the page.

Thursday, December 5, 2019



Stowy’s new home, an A-frame chalet reminiscent of houses on an alpine slope, was replete with lovely exposed beams, a distinctive wiggle board treatment, and fanciful railings on the deck. Its expansive picture windows provided breathtaking panoramic views of the picturesque valley, and its open floor plan could’ve easily sprung from the glossy pages of a modern design magazine. But that was all for show. Nothing more than selling points to make any Realtor swoon. Stowy didn’t care about any of those things, because his real living area was underground. In the basement. Away from prying eyes.

And now that he was situated in his new base of operations, Stowy wasn’t going to wait any longer. He’d been fighting his natural urges ever since the escape, but no more. He had to do it. Had to. He needed it. Like a junkie without a fix, his skin was crawling with need.

He had to kill.

He felt safe. Cocky, even. Thanks to those Snowman-like murders Zeke committed, any blood Stowy shed now would just be chalked up to the copycat, that is, if he were sloppy enough. Who else would the idiots blame? After all, the whole world believed the real Snowman died in the explosion.
“Time to feed the beast,” he crowed as he loaded his kill bag.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Murder - A Holiday Gift!

It was a matter of beginner’s luck, but rookie detective Steven Quaid’s career and reputation as an elite investigator skyrocketed when he captured one of the most sadistic serial killers in Alaskan history: Stowy Jenkins, AKA the Snowman.

But that was ten years ago.

And now… Jenkins is back.

Escaped from prison and on the move, his bloodlust is stronger than ever, and his methods of torture are even more horrifying than before. As his bloody rampage continues and the number of mutilated bodies mounts, terrified Alaskans increasingly doubt Quaid’s ability to catch the killer again.

The detective’s reputation is on the line, and he’s going to need a lot more than luck, because this time, Jenkins is driven by more than the thrill of a random kill. This time, it’s more personal. He’s out for revenge…and his ultimate target is Quaid.

In a deadly game of cat-and-mouse, Jenkins starts picking off the people in Quaid’s life…slowly, gradually tightening his circle of corpses…and drawing ever closer to the most important person in Quaid’s life...his wife.

Can Quaid do the impossible again? Can he outmaneuver the killer, or has the detective's luck finally run out?


Please note: The Snowman's return is violent, brutal and not for the weak of heart. Read at your own risk.

Monday, November 18, 2019