Author Spotlight: Gini Rifkin

This is Author Gini Rifkin’s writing and publication journey in her own words…

Inspiration to start writing…

Gini’s Works…

Break HeartCanyon Blurb

  Unearthing artifacts in Colorado sounded like easy money to Ryker Landry. Then he met the woman who owned the land.

  Una MacLaren vows no fortune hunter will desecrate the ancient relics of Break Heart Canyon—even if the man is a handsome scoundrel. Fighting to keep her goat farm afloat as local cattlemen hatch deadly schemes to make sure she fails, she has enough to worry about.

  Captivated by the courageous redhead, Ryker joins forces with Una and her Deerhound, MacTavish. But what does he desire most, the woman or the artifacts?

When the mythical white cougar again prowls the rocky cliffs, the legend of Break Heart Canyon draws them into a web of danger. Now only daring and blind trust can save them.

One of Gini’s favourite scenes from Break Heart Canyon…

permanence on this Earth. The endless sky loomed overhead, making Ryker feel small. And with no one to talk to except his horse, he felt lonely.

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  Una continued to toss and turn. She knew, her donkeys (Wallace and The Countess) guarded the goats, still the yipping of the coyotes fueled her unrest. Thoughts of Mr. Landry sleeping nearby didn’t help either. His mere existence robbed her not only of her slumber, but of her good

senses. Thank goodness he wouldn’t be interrupting her life for long. She’d only known Mr. Landry a matter of minutes. He was the great unknown, unexpected and exciting—and a

mercenary—practically an outlaw. He would show even less concern for her heart then he felt for the artifacts he hunted for profit.

Fatal Recall Blurb

   Hudson Kincaid prefers the wide-open spaces. But tracking down a serial killer means hanging out in Denver as he investigates neuroscientist Dr. Marilyn Monrose. So far, he can’t figure out if she’s city kitty in high heels, or a country kitten in cowgirl boots?

   Marilyn’s experiments using ramped up virtual reality, captures the final moments of each murder victim’s life, a chilling discovery she’s trying to keep secret. The last thing she needs is a determined private detective barging into her lab—no matter how sexy he looks in his Stetson hat.

   When word of her research is leaked to the press, Marilyn becomes the killer’s next target.

Now the woman Hudson races to save, is the one who has stolen his heart.

   As he studied the room, she studied him. Ruggedly handsome, his sensuous mouth softened

the strong cut of his jaw, and the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow highlighted his cheek bones. Midnight brown hair curled down over his collar, a bit too long, and a bit too intriguing.

  She tried not to fidget. Why didn’t he speak? He’d said he’d come to ask her questions. “Well?” she prompted, breaking the strained silence.

  He stared back and forth between her and the name scrawled on his note pad, and his reason for contemplation sank in.

    Her name, Marilyn Monrose, spelled so closely to her idol’s, often inspired presuppositions as to her appearance—imaginings she couldn’t live up to. “Sorry, no blonde hair or luscious curves. I do have a PhD in biochemistry with a minor in quantum technology and neuropsychology. Oh, and I definitely agree diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”

   The man cleared his throat, stifled a grin, and had the decency to restrict his concentration to her face. “I’m investigating a recent spate of murders, Miss Monrose.”

   “Dr. Monrose.”

  “Okay, Dr. Monrose. I’m not here to judge the worth of your expertise. I’m making basic inquiries, following up on a hunch.”

  “I’m not sure I like being considered a hunch in a murder investigation.”

  “It beats being a victim.” There was an unmistakable sincerity in his voice, and he stood taller as if he’d come to personally champion the ignoble deaths of all three women.