J.V. James

The man in the picture is the best storyteller I ever knew – my old dad. He’s no longer with us, but every story I write is for him.

He never wrote down his stories, and now he never will, so I’m doing it for him.

He taught me about justice and honor, and that a man truly is what he DOES, and not just what he SAYS.

Because of him, my stories are filled with western action and adventure, and good men who always try to do what’s right — someone has to, because there will always be those other men doing what’s wrong.

My old dad reckoned the best parts of life to be love and laughter — so if you don’t want to read stories with those two things in them, you’d best choose one by someone else. But if you’re like him and me, I hope you’ll give my westerns a try. And if you enjoy them, I hope you’ll raise a glass and thank him, the best storyteller I ever knew.

“To Bob…”