The "Cannabis Preacher" Series

Connor Beauregard is always looking for ways to make money. Despite his many failed business ventures, he is determined to succeed when a unique opportunity to become a legal drug dealer comes his way. With the charisma of an evangelical preacher and an ego larger than God, Connor knows that nothing will stop him from achieving his goals.

As he delves deeper into the business, he faces ever-growing challenges and finds himself taking more and more risks – with the potential for great rewards. Yet he is stymied by his business partners, including the affable Rafael and the mysterious man known only as AI.

This fast-paced financial thriller will keep you on the edge of your seat. Will Connor succeed and become the biggest name in the cannabis industry? Or will the risks that he takes ultimately prove to be his undoing?

https://www.amazon.com/Cannabis-Preacher-financial-thriller-Manufacturer-ebook/dp/B0BG638FQL/

The biggest grow op in the world is broken, and one man spent a fortune to own all of the pieces. How do you resurrect it? Is it even possible?

Tadeo Ivers has an idea. He forces Rafael to make it happen—or else. Failure will not be accepted.

Rafael fears there's no way to breathe life into the company, no matter how hard he tries.

Every step of the way reveals another obstacle instead of the success he needs. No one is more surprised than Rafael, when amidst all of his efforts, he finds love in the most unusual places right when he wants to give up.

Connor Beauregard is far from anyone's mind, but he never stops wheeling and dealing to get back the company he still calls his own.

Rafael's efforts, his new love, his strange boss, and his former friend collide in a heart-pounding moment, and someone will not see the next day.

https://www.amazon.com/Cannabis-Preacher-financial-resurrecting-navigating-ebook/dp/B0C76WKGY3/

In the aftermath of a shocking murder, only one question is on the mind of everyone at Perfect Cannabis: Who killed Tadeo Ivers?

As the investigation takes an unexpected turn, Rafael Covin is thrust into the spotlight of suspicion and forced to give up his leadership role at PerCan. The fragile bond between him and Kayla is put to the ultimate test, forcing them to navigate treacherous waters of doubt and loyalty, where the line between love and betrayal becomes dangerously blurred.

Meanwhile, the enigmatic founder of the company, Connor Beauregard, emerges as the prime suspect. Connor's sudden return to the country with a new identity only fuels the rumors, prompting him to take desperate measures to evade custody

With both of the initial leaders pushed out of the company, Al Ivers is thrust into a treacherous world of power, suspicion, and deception. Inheriting the majority shares of the nation's largest cannabis manufacturer, Al is determined to elevate the company to unprecedented heights of success and renown. But as he delves deeper into the company, his every move is shadowed by an insidious web of betrayal. His own brothers and closest friends fall under the cloud of suspicion for their father's murder, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. With each passing day, Al finds himself without anyone to turn to, his leadership of the corporation relentlessly challenged.

Can these three men come together to pull Perfect Cannabis out of the red and into the black? Or will the mistrust and secrets between them destroy everything they’ve built?

https://www.amazon.com/Cannabis-Preacher-Sermon-thrilling-pulse-pounding-ebook/dp/B0CHHGD4JC/

The Absolute Madness of Naming Characters

Let’s talk about one of the most ridiculous struggles of writing a book. No, I’m not talking about the part where you stare at the blinking cursor like it personally insulted your ancestors. I’m talking about naming characters. It should be easy, right? Just slap a name on them and move on? Oh, my sweet summer child. If only. See, naming a character is like naming your kid—except worse, because nobody is going to complain if your kid and their cousin both end up being named Liam. But if your main villain is named Liam and you accidentally give the quirky coffee shop owner in book three the same name? Cue the existential crisis. Let’s walk through the madness. The Overthinking Spiral of Doom You start writing, and there’s that moment: your brand-new character walks onto the page, full of potential. All they need is a name. A simple name. Something strong, something fitting, something— Oh no. Nothing sounds right. This one is too complicated. That one is too simple. ...

A Labour-Free Labour Day? Yes, Please!

Hello and Happy Labour Day to all my lovely North American readers! Now, isn’t it just a little bit ironic that a holiday with the word labour baked right into the name is universally observed by doing absolutely none of it? Zero. Zilch. Unless, of course, you count the rigorous work of flipping burgers, casting fishing lines, and chasing wasps away from the potato salad. Then yes—we are a nation of highly skilled, recreational labourers. Olympic-level loungers, really. This year, I’m wholeheartedly leaning into the contradiction. After an exceptionally busy summer filled with writing deadlines, creative misadventures, and one unfortunate incident involving a Papillon, a pie, and a squirrel (don’t ask—Pixie is still refusing to discuss it), I’m embracing the art of not doing much at all. My Labour Day weekend plans include: Reclining in my favourite chair like a dramatic Victorian heroine recovering from a fainting spell. Watching the endless activity in the harbour just outs...

Am I Perfect? Are You Kidding Me?!

Well, folks, let’s talk about something we all love to pretend we’re not – imperfection . If there’s one thing I’ve learned on this wild ride of being an author, it’s that I am definitely not perfect . And you know what? That’s perfectly fine! (And if anyone tells you they’re perfect, just remind them that we’re all human—unless they’re a robot, in which case, we need to talk about your AI skills.) You see, every time I look back at my earlier works, I cringe just a little. Okay, maybe a lot . Plotholes that I patched over with the kind of flimsy excuses I’d never accept from my kids on homework. There are commas that should be in the witness protection program, hiding far away from the sentence they’re supposed to be part of. And some of the phrases? Oh boy. If I could go back in time, I’d sit myself down and say, “Honey, that line? It’s not even funny, it’s just… confusing.” But here’s the thing – I wrote this . It’s my work, my journey, my creation. And that’s something t...

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