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

I was determined to discover the connection between the De Anza Hotel and Frances. What was it, that involved meeting people in seedy hotels? Leaves for days on end; her itineraries cloaked in secrecy and deception. I deduced the answers to my internal questions werent pleasant, and I didnt want to believe what I suspected. Im screwed. 


December 31st Rachel returned from LA.I promised before she left, that I'd take her to Roger and Connies annual party. She arrived on the train and I picked her up at the train terminal.


She approached me in the lobby, strutting like a model on a cat-walk runway. She looked completely different. Gone is the red hair, replaced by a short straight white-blond bob. Her baby-blues were outlined in mascara and her lips were seductively brushed in red lipstick. She wore an exceptionally short black leather skirt and a cowgirl fringed sequined silver blouse that augmented her breasts like Dale Evans on silicone implants.


Chapter 55: Blancos and Negroes