L. Dee Walker

L. Dee Walker

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Why you want to know about little ole me is mind-shattering, but here it goes. I was born in a town, in the middle of a state, with a mom and a dad. Being the oldest, I ruled the scene... until others invaded. They say that everyone's life is a story all its own. If I ever got around to writing mine, it would be held in the fiction aisle. Drama. Comedy. Horror. Unbelievable. It's a wonder I escaped it much less lived through it. But... enough about that! 

When the writing bug attacked every organ in my body was right after I turned twelve... I believe. It was so long ago. It was fun creating stories, characters, situations for them to work through. My mind dove into the criminally insane, the helpless victims, the abandoned brokenhearted. It was fun. Addicting. Turned into one craving after another. Playing 'what if' turned into me writing for hours on end. Thank God for the computer! No more wasted paper. Don't like something? Delete it. Voila. Magic. 

I'm not happy if I'm not creating or editing something. Websites. Blogs. Stories. Characters. Worlds. It's nice when one finally comes together enough to take shape and then need editing... and more revising... over and over 100 times or more. Ah, the life of a writer. Glamorous, eh? I love it. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I slaved... err... loved writing it! Thanks!


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Current Projects

Seven gruesome animal attacks and a 5,000-year-old secret.

Private Investigator Dusty Garner much prefers to stay in the background, keeping out of sight from prying eyes. Leading an easy-going life in Cider Lake, Tennessee – a town holding two gas stations, three diners, a Holiday Inn, but small enough to not have a McDonald’s – she couldn’t ask for anything better. After tying up a seemingly unconnected case involving three 18-year-old best friends, she turns her attention back to Tammy Barker's missing person's report. Within a week of it landing on her desk, the number of missing women had grown to five. Now, one by one, they turn up in different parts of the city, savagely attacked by animals. They must bring in an expert. She reluctantly agrees.


Jonas Sparx – with his sarcastic one-liners – is the handsome, charismatic animal specialist. When Dusty is unaffected by the charm that most women – and men – find irresistible, he is intrigued. Soon, he realizes that Dusty needs to know the truth, no matter how farfetched it sounds.


The two face problems which force them to trust each other to stop an age-old supernatural being – three thousand years tends to warp one’s mind a bit – from fulfilling an ancient scroll’s dire forewarning. If all that isn’t bad enough, Dusty’s clandestine past starts to catch up to her.

Dusty, Jonas, Antoine, and Hooch are off to the next go round to find the second stone. Where is their next adventure? Egypt! Taking full advantage of Queen Deva LaDevia's generosity, they fly first class, stay in exquisite hotel presidential suites.


After a death that hits too close to home, Dusty finds she has to continue on. No time for tears when the world and her possible love interest - though she swears it's heartburn - Travis Knight, are in danger.


What secrets unfold in Egypt that takes them through the pyramid? "I wonder why they don't put that on the tour?" Kings, princes, Egyptian lore soon plague them as they try to find the stone and save Travis... before Seth gets tired of waiting and fulfills his promise of painting the walls with his blood.

Coming soon.

If you have to bury a dream, make sure it's dead first. The price to exhume it is often higher than it was to bury it.


The picture frame of Elyse Tanner's decade-long marriage is cracking. The house full of children her husband Mike promised her, has turned into a house of empty excuses. Her “more like a cartoon character” crazy sister, Tania comes up with a brilliant plan. After all, Elyse has tried every “down home remedy” in the book to help with her situation. However, Tania “almost guarantees” that it will get her the baby of her dreams. All it takes is some fun in the sun on a California beach for ten days… and writing out a contract for her soul.


Now, with her biological clock speeding toward midnight, she accepts the solution her oversexed sister Tania offers. 


The plan works to perfection until, as with all schemes, the piper comes to collect. And his bill comes with an unexpected up-charge.

When the apocalypse happens, which side are you on?


After it rained for three weeks straight with no explanation, just as quickly it stopped. The torrential downpours may have left, but the quicksand-like mud lingered. It could be the reason for all the fussing and fighting, or so everyone thinks. But after the sun goes down, it gets much worse. People everywhere turn into psychotic beings, trying to eat each other. Some yelled they were zombies. Others claimed it was an illness. All agreed it wasn’t normal.


Three different groups: holiday campers in a West Virginia campground, stragglers at a local Walmart in Walkersville, Maryland, and a group of brilliant scientists holed up in an underground secret lab in Frederick Maryland. All three have one thing in common: the will to survive.


They must fight the clock and each other to stay alive long enough to figure out what happened. The survival ratio is low. Those that do must ration food, water, matches, toilet paper, and ammunition. Everyone must come together, despite any petty arguments, and do what they must to live.

Coming soon.

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