Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas to all my readers!

May you have a Merry Christmas, Happy Channukah, a Peaceful Kwaanza and a spiritual Solstice!

With appreciation, Will Zeilinger

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

NOW AVAILABLE - Something's Cooking at Dove Acres

My YA Mystery - "Something's Cooking at Dove Acres"  is only $2.99 at for all formats of Ereaders including Kindle, Nook , Kobo and Sony... as well as download and readable on your Mac or PC.

Contact me if you have any questions.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Now Available at the Apple iTunes Store "THE NAKED GROOM"

My E-novel "The Naked Groom" is now available for the iPad and iPhone

iTunes - Books - Romance - Will Zeilinger


Monday, October 24, 2011


I sighed and went back to my car. After the way my morning had been going I shouldn't have been surprised when I found “BITCH” scrawled on my windshield in red lipstick.  I had a pretty good idea whose lipstick it was, and I wasn’t going to take this from her.  I drove over to Catalina Disposal, parked right in front of the office window and pressed the horn.  Luke rushed outside and saw the scrawl on my windshield.
"You better talk to Raylene." I shouted, "This is getting out of hand and you need to do something."
Luke scratched his head, "Just a minute..." He ducked into the office and returned with a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle of glass cleaner.  "I told her this was all a big mistake." He mumbled aloud as he scrubbed the crimson "B" off my windshield.  "She is hot. I mean drop-dead gorgeous..."
"Luke!  How can you even say that?"
"...and way too young.  Where's your sense of humor?"
"Well, it's not funny.  I'm scared what she might do next.  Obviously, your message didn't get through to her.  Talk to her again or talk to her parents."
While he scrubbed the "IT" off the glass he commented, "Yeah, her parents... that could be a problem.  You see they're divorced, her dad's in jail for assault."
"What about her mom?"
He just shrugged after he wiped the "CH" off.
"Who knows?"  He sprayed some of the cleaner on his hands and wiped off the red stains. "I gotta get back to work, but I promise I'll talk to her and Pinkie today." 
Avalon, I've learned, is a small town.  Even if it's only about thirty miles from the second largest city in America, but small town it is and news travels fast.  I'm sure most of the people here saw the big red letters on my windshield.  This wasn't one of my better days since I've been here.  I dropped the mail on the table, poured a glass of lemonade and went onto the patio where I closed my eyes and took in a big cleansing breath.
My eyes popped open when I heard Luke's truck coming up the road.  What was I going to say?
“Hey," He began, "I was just talking to...”
“So what are you going to do about it?” I was firm with my arms crossed.
He stood there looking at me, “Well, I don’t know, I thought I’d check to see if there is anything I could do.”
“You wanted to check to see if there is anything you could do?  Well that’s stupid, it’s your problem bleeding over onto me.”
“How is this my problem?”
“Don’t be self-righteous with me, Mr. Luke Garrett.  I have nothing to do with it.  I talked to Pinkie and she agrees it needs to be handled.”

Monday, October 3, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

Watch for my next book - coming in October!

My next Ebook is a young adult novel (15-24 yrs)
"Something's Cooking at Dove Acres"
by Will Zeilinger

Young Maddie Van der Wald inherits an estate on the backside of Catalina Island after her great aunt is killed in a freak barbeque explosion.  She'd like to prove she is grown up but mysterious happenings make her wonder if she has what it takes to be live on her own.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

A peek inside "The Naked Groom"

I was heading for the shower when I noticed a message on my answering machine.

"Richard, it's me...Tiffany, where are you?  Are you okay?  I tried paging you and calling you.  I even drove by your place.  I'm worried, please call."

Even after a quick shower, I discovered it was after five when I picked up the phone to call Tiffany back and tell her a story I hoped she would believe.  My lousy timing intervened and Mitch answered the phone while chewing on something.

"Well if it isn't mister my-life-is-too-important-to-care-about-his-fiancee-or-her-family."

"Is Tiffan -?"

"We're in the middle of dinner."

He hung up.  The cigar smoking jerk hung up on me.  I pushed redial but no one picked up.  He'd probably turned off the ringer.  I'm going to have to come up with a good story if I'm going to patch things up with her family.  Oh Hell, I'll just tell the truth.  At least they'll have to respect me for that, or else Mitch might cancel our golf date.  That would be okay too.

I put on a clean sports shirt, tied my hair back and drove over to the Stonebridge home.  Tiffany's mom, Andrea, greeted me with an embrace and asked if I was all right.  I assured her I was okay and was out practicing for my golf game with her husband next week.  At least that part wasn't a lie. She kissed me on the cheek and escorted me into the family room.  I was relieved that at least one other Stonebridge liked me.  I read somewhere that a girl's mother is the best indicator of how your wife will look at that age.  If Andrea was any indication, then I had nothing to worry about.  When Tiffany saw me, she ran over and threw her arms around me.  While she hugged me, I watched Mrs. Stonebridge say something in Mitch's ear.  He glanced over at me, shook his head and turned back to watching the ball game.

"Where were you all afternoon?" Tiffany asked as I took her hand and led her back down the hall where her parents couldn't hear us. "I was getting a few golf pointers for my game with your Dado next Friday." There wasn't any need to tell her who my golf instructor was.

"Eww." Tiffany scrunched up her face in a most unattractive, whiny sort of expression.  "I hate golf.  Why would anyone want to hit a little ball and chase it around for hours?" There must be something Tiffany liked to do that I wasn't aware of.  "Sand gets in your shoes.  Have you ever tried hitting the ball after it lands in one of those sand trap thingies?  And I don't even want to talk about trying to get your ball back after it lands in one of the stupid ponds they always have on golf courses." With a finger to my lips, I whispered, "Please don't let your Dado know I was practicing.  You know how he gets."

"He took me golfing once.  That's probably why I hate it, he takes it too seriously... I don't want to talk about golf anymore."  Tiffany placed her arms around my neck, "You smell good, did you just take a shower?"

"Sure, I didn't think you'd want to hug me if I was all sweaty." I hope that was as innocent as it sounded, or was I feeling guilty for spending the afternoon with another woman?

She picked some lint off my shirt and pouted that I could've at least called her.  Meanwhile, Andrea asked if I'd eaten yet.  When I shook my head, the two Stonebridge women took my arms and escorted me into the kitchen.

"So..." Tiffany asked, "Where'd you go to practice?"

I tried to be as vague as I could. "There's a driving range a couple miles from the truckstop." I turned to her mother, "I was trying to make this a surprise.  I didn't think everyone was going to worry because I had a Saturday afternoon to myself."

Tiffany hugged my arm while her mother set a massive roast beef sandwich in front of me.  It was a work of art.  Thick crusty sourdough bread, beautifully garnished with fresh basil, tomatoes and hollandaise sauce.  I may have to include this on my restaurant menu.

"We need to sit down and set a date for the wedding pretty soon. - I was thinking of a Christmas theme." She looked back at Andrea, "That sounds romantic, What do you think Richard?"

I counted the months remaining on my fingers, "That gives us about two hundred days.  It might work."

"Can you come down next Saturday morning when we shoot the TV ads?" She pouted. "The camera crew always has a great catered lunch."

"I can't do Saturday morning - I've got an important interview with some people about... the possibility of a chef's job in L.A."

"Really?" Andrea asked, "Is it a restaurant or hotel?"

"I don't want to say anything yet - I might jinx it."

Tiffany took my hand, "I just thought that since you proposed to me - we should spend more time together."

"I love you... but I have a lot of stuff to do.  I work all week, Saturday is the only day I have free to take care of it." I took another big bite from the sandwich, hoping that would save me from having to lie any further. 

"Good luck sweetie." Tiffany leaned over and licked a spot of mayo off my lip. "I'll pray for you."

That's great.  Like I'm not feeling guilty about this already, Tiffany's dragged God into the mix.

"I'll have to spend some time this week polishing up my resume for my interview, so you won't see too much of me." I took another big bite of my sandwich and chewed for a few moments before I said, "I'm doing this for our future Tiffany.  After I get a chef's position we can spend a lot of time together."

Andrea looked up from the sink, "Tiffany, we'll be in Tampa with Julie until Wednesday."

Friday, August 19, 2011

The Naked Groom is Now available

The Naked Groom by Will Zeilinger is available as an ebook for $2.99 on AMAZON.COM