Marc is a retired automotive professional who started writing later in life. The Sunshine Machine is his first novel and part of a trilogy with a prequel and sequel in the works. When Marc is not writing he enjoys playing acoustic guitar, hiking trails in the Adirondacks, reading and spending time with his family. Marc is a graduate of the school of Architecture and Environmental Design from the State University of New York at Buffalo. and resides in Buffalo with his wife, Kathi.

Growing up in the household of ABUELA GUADALUPE, a native American woman and a single parent mother, molds FRANCESCA into a young woman of conflicted thoughts about sexuality and self. Her mother, SORPRESA DA RIMINI, a flower child of the sixties, offers little support to her maturation and Abuela Guadalupe provides only mythical native tales of the “The First People” to school her in feminine sexuality and identity. From an early age she discerns that she is different, supported by the fact that she has a mysterious birthmark on her hand. Abuela Guadalupe insists that it is a sign of her wolf spirit, which affirms strength and vision. Others see the birthmark as a curse and bad luck.

Francesca’s halcyon teen years are interrupted by the untimely death of her mother, Sorpresa. At her mother’s funeral she meets the patriarch of the Da Rimini family; GUIDO DA RIMINI. She is surprised to learn he is her grandfather and requests that she return to the family; The Da Rimini family her mother was banished from years earlier, because of her illegitimate pregnancy. She accepts the patriarch’s proposal but later pays a heavy price, when she is raped by her cousin; ROBERTO “Robbie” DELGADO. Francesca's troubles are far from over . . .

The Sunshine Trilogy

Where is she? She said mid-morning and it's almost noon. I just got taken for a fool. The girl is a tease and I fell for it!


The doorbell rang. I opened the door. There she was. She wore a tailored gray Brooks brother wool suit with a very short skirt and black heels.


Gloss red lipstick matched her blouse. An aroma of lavender emanated from her person. A luxurious mass of black hair was pulled into a pony tail and she appeared to be a completely different person from the woman I met the day before.


"Ahh, sure, please come in," I replied dumbfounded.


"Sorry, Im late, my appointment took longer than I planned. Whats that smell?Eggs?


Yeahgive me a minute. Please make yourself at home, while I pour some water in the pan. Would you like some orange juice? I got fresh squeezed from the market.


Frances reached into a large canvas bag and extracted a bottle of Asti. 


Chapter 34: Cowboy Eggs