Today I have as a very special guest Police Chief Mark Tame and his lovely wife, Shelley. Welcome, you two. Why don't we start off with Mark. 

Tell me about yourself? What is your occupation? Why? What are your strengths & weaknesses?
My name is Mark Tame, I’m a police chief and I’ve been married for over 20 years to Shelley. I have two daughters.  My strengths are solving crime and being a family man.  My weaknesses,as my wife will attest, are getting enough rest, eating well and exercising regularly.
What’s your family like and how does your upbringing affect you now?

We’re a closely knit family. My wife is a teacher, so we’ve both always taken a lead role in our children’s upbringing. Both Shelley and I were close with our families as children. 

So what is your earliest childhood memory?

Going fishing with my dad and our Retriever Max.
Sounds nice. Now Mark, if you could pick something to symbolize you, any tangible object. what would you pick and why?          

I’d love to say a gun, but Shelley would slug me.  There’s a picture of me and my partner hanging in my office.  It was taken the day I became a police chief.  I’d say that picture symbolizes me because it’s solid, proud and is collecting dust, which is how I feel some days ;)

How did you and Shelley meet? What was your first impression of her?

I met Shelley through my partner Richard.  My first impression of her was that she was too  nice; she still is. Some days I feel I don’t deserve her.  She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. 

What do you like about Shelley?

Shelley is the only truly selfless person I know.  Everyone else’s needs always trump hers; she’s always been like that.

Sounds like a real peach! So tell me, what is it that you want out of life?

To be happy, which I am; healthy, which I am…sort of. I want to keep my family and my community safe. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep crime off my streets.

I'm sure your community appreciates that. Mark, has life handed you any major disappointments?

I admit I was a little disappointed about having a heart attack, but I lived, so I’m thankful for that.  Right now Richard and I are trying to track down a serial killer; I’m disappointed that he’s gotten as far as he has. I’ll feel much better once he’s behind bars.

I'm sure everyone will! How about a lighter question. If you had an unexpected free day, what would you do with it?

Go to the cottage and fish. I’d take Shelley with me.

Aside from Shelley, tell me about your next best friend.

Richard, my partner, he’s about as good as it gets.  Aside from Shelley, I trust nobody as much as I trust Richard.  He’ll be Police Chief once I step down, if he can get over some of his fears.  I’ve been helping him with that.
Considering you're chasing a serial killer, that must be a tough job. Now, if you owned a CB radio what would your "handle" be? What would Shelley’s be?

Chief, of course. Shelley’s would be Red, because she has red hair.

And finally, what CD is in your CD player right now?

Dire Straits…laugh if you like, they rock.

 Shelley. You've been waiting so patiently! Tell me about yourself?  What is your occupation? Strengths, weaknesses?

My name is Shelley Tame. I teach fourth grade.  I’ve been teaching for a little over 20 years now. I think I’m a good teacher, so I’d say one of my strengths is dealing with kids and problems. I’m also great at interior design; it’s a hobby of mine. My major weakness is worrying too much about everyone else; Mark will attest. I coddle a bit too much too. Oh, and I’m also a great cook…adding to my strengths ;)

What’s your family like and how does your upbringing affect you now?

My dad had an affair on my mom when I was a teenager and she threw him out immediately. She never cried. I’ve always admired her strength and courage. I’m thankful I never have to worry about Mark ever cheating on me; it’s not in his blood. The trust we have helps when he works long hours. 

My mom is eccentric but she’s very helpful and supportive.  All it ever takes is a phone call and mom is right there for me. She was the one who I can thank for getting Mark such good care after his heart attack.

What is your earliest childhood memory?

When my parents took me to Disneyworld.  I was seven. I was afraid of the Dumbo ride, but dad kept coming back to it, easing me into it.  By the end of the week I’d been on it 3 times.  He was so proud of me.

Now I'm going to ask you like I asked Mark, what tangible object would symbolize you? 

That’s a toss up.  An apple because I’m a teacher, or the t-shirt Mark gave me for our wedding anniversary.  It’s so tacky; Mark had our wedding picture ironed on to a really cheap shirt.  But I love it because he gave it to me.
How sweet! Describe Mark for us. What was your first impression of him and did it change over time?

Mark is definitely my hero both figuratively and literally.  He was so young and shy when we met.  After we got married and he became Chief of Police, I was so proud of him.  He’s the most loving, protective, caring man I’ve ever met.                

Sounds like a real sweetheart! Is there anything about Mark that you would consider a flaw?                

The only flaw Mark has is that he doesn’t take good enough care of himself.  Thankfully I chase after him a lot.  He’s completely selfless.

Funny. That's what he said about you! Shelley, what is it that you want out of life?

There is nothing I need or want more than I already have.  Except for Mark to be safe; once he captures this killer on the loose, we can all sleep better.

I can tell that ways on you. Has life handed you any major disappointments?

When dad cheated on mom, and when Mark had his heart attack.

On the lighter side, if you had an unexpected free day, what would you do with it?

I’d go to the spa with my best friend Sara.

Sounds better than fishing. Sorry, Mark. Shelley, what CD is in your CD player right now?’s embarrassing.  Madonna.  I love her.

Nothing wrong with that! Well, time's up! Thank you both for being with us! And now let's hear a little more about these two's story from THE LIFE OF A LESSER MAN.

About The Wife of a Lesser Man


They were deeply in love, their days and nights filled with scintillating romance and passionate love making—even after 20 years of marriage. Then fate delivered a hammer blow when a heart attack led to Mark’s impotency and Shelley’s unbearable frustration.

Encouraged by a friend, Shelley becomes flirtatious and unfaithful, finding those moments of glorious intimacy for which she hungered with another man. Mark, a police chief, suspects nothing as he channels all his time and energy into tracking down a serial killer. But when the murderer leaves a terrifying final clue too close to home, only Shelley can solve the case. 



Present Day

I stood and listened, waiting to hear anything that would tell me he was alive. I was standing in the vestibule between the waiting room and the emergency room. My ear was pressed up against the metal doors, which left only a small opening so that I could eavesdrop. My hands supported my weight; fingers spread out, knuckles white. My heart was racing, I felt like I would throw up at any second, and an incessant shiver coursed through my body. Yes, people were staring at me. But I was sure no one had just arrived with their husband showing no vital signs.

“Nurse! Get the paddles! We’re losing him again!”


A bang and a strange noise, then silence.

“Again!” “Clear!” The same strange noise and more silence.

My tears began to flow. More people stared at me.

“Excuse me, Ma’am? Maybe you would be more comfortable waiting in the private room?” I heard her voice off in the distance, but I ignored it. I was waiting for the next words from the doctor.

“Ma’am? Mrs. Tame?” I looked at her but her words didn’t register.

She put her arm around my shoulder, like we were old high school chums. Her voice was comforting but firm, like when my mother used to know that I was sick and insisted I take my medicine. “Come with me, Mrs. Tame; you’ll be more comfortable in another room”. She took one step but I didn’t follow. My feet stayed firmly planted on the floor.

“Please Ma’am, you shouldn’t be here. You need to come with me.” Her voice was unrelenting. Her hand grasped my side but I broke free.

“No! You cannot take me away! I need to know!” I was yelling.

“We will update you as soon as we hear anything Ma’am, I promise.” Her words became comforting again.

“No! I’m staying right here! My husband is right in there! I’m not leaving this spot until I know!” I yelled, pointing at my feet. My tears and blubbering barely made my words understandable.

The nurse’s name tag read “Lilly”. She was plump and looked like she could restrain me if I made trouble. Lilly looked around the room, duly noting all the faces staring at me. Her point proven, she attempted once more to remove me from the door. I relented.

As we walked to the ‘private room’, Lilly picked up a tissue out of a nearby box and handed it to me. The one-ply tissue came apart the second I dabbed my eyes. Thank god I didn’t wipe my nose with it. I used the cuff of my jacket for that. The corridor that she led us down was a comforting reminder of the hospital where our kids were born. Jessica was born nineteen years ago, when I was just twenty years old. She was unexpected, or a ‘surprise’ as everyone called it. Mark and I were not engaged but we were living together and so in love.

Jennifer, our baby, was another ‘surprise’, born just a year later. The hospital where I gave birth had a unique weave pattern on the wall covering, just like this one. I ran my fingers down it as I walked, feeling the texture. It brought me back to a place where we were all healthy and celebrating new beginnings. I realized just then how much I missed my kids; they were off at college. I was alone. The thought of being alone the rest of my life was terrifying.

I willed myself not to think about it. Mark was still alive; he had to be. He was being pushed too hard down at the station; he was the police chief for his precinct over the last fifteen years and it was finally too much. The doctor had repeatedly warned him that his blood pressure and cholesterol were really high. The cardiologist put him on a strict diet and exercise program and insisted that he reduce his work hours. That was six months ago. But Mark has always been very devoted and loyal, and most of the time he spread himself too thin.

Lilly opened the door to the private room, switched on the light and gestured I should take a seat. There was a comfortable looking three seated couch on one wall, and several other waiting room style chairs along the other walls. Right in the middle of the room stood a large coffee table lined with various magazines ranging from tabloids to medical journals. There was also a phone at the end of the table. Lilly indicated that I was welcome to use that phone if I needed to do so.

I sat on the couch and immediately began chewing my nails.

“Can I get you anything Mrs. Tame?” she asked, taking a small pad and pen out of her pocket.

“Shelley,” I offered.

“Sure. Can I call anyone for you Shelley?” She asked, leaning over me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I whispered “Um….no, I, I’m going to call my kids.”

She nodded and was about to leave when I quickly raised my head “Just please let me know the minute you have any news of my husband,” I begged, unable to stop the tears.

She nodded and closed the door behind her.

For a moment I wished Lilly would return, so I wouldn’t be alone. I slowly rubbed my face and ran my fingers through my hair. I found a box of two-ply tissues underneath the coffee table. They give the better tissues to the people who really needed it, I thought to myself. I wiped my face and blew my nose then picked up the phone. My memory failed me; I couldn’t remember Jessica’s dorm room number. She had just received a new one the other day and I hadn’t recorded it in my cell phone. I knew Jennifer couldn’t handle what was happening to her father; she had just broken up with her first boyfriend, so I thought it best to wait.

The one number I could recall was Sarah’s; my best friend since high school. She introduced Mark and me, and owned a small costume jewellery store downtown. Since it was only eight o’clock and I knew she would still be at the store, I tried her there.

“Good evening Sarah’s,” she greeted cheerfully.

“It’s me,” I said, trying to stifle a sniffle.

Sarah’s voice turned serious “Hey….is everything okay?”

“No, it’s Mark.” I began to cry again.

I could hear keys jiggling in the background “Where are you?”

“The hospital….in the private room.”

“Jesus Christ. Sit tight, I’m on my way.”

If only Mark had used our home library more in the past year, instead of cooping himself up in that office. Speaking from experience, I know that he could never get a moment’s peace in there. So many times I would call or even stop by on my way home from work, and he would be bombarded by handfuls of people constantly. It came to a point where I had to stop myself from visiting because it was unfair to him with all the pressure that he was under. He was considered a man of integrity and respect at the station, so nobody ever second guessed him and they always looked to him for direction. Mark was a strong leader at his precinct long before he made chief of police. The look on everyone’s faces told me that title was just a formality. He earned his loyalty after the shootout.

God, I’d almost forgotten about that. Mark is such a modest man that he never mentions it. It happened about ten years ago. His name was James Gruber, and he was a convicted rapist and murderer who had served his time and was free on parole. He escaped his parole officer’s watch one night and attacked an entire family. It was all over the news. Gruber was in the area of Mark’s precinct and so all hands were on deck to catch this monster. The 911 call came from a neighbour who heard screaming at 2am. Based on Gruber’s past, Mark knew he would go for the wife first. He was no pedophile, so rather than play Gruber’s game; Mark created a diversion and got the wife out first. As the rest of the team got in to free the remaining family, Mark took Gruber head on. Gruber was shot and Mark earned his rightful place shortly after as Chief of Police.

He always took his role very seriously. Sometimes I wonder how he did it. Up until a year ago, Mark had no trouble balancing family and work. Myself, well, my teaching job quickly became permanent part time after the girls were born. My balancing act was never much of a challenge. Our children have always been such a blessing; they never gave us any trouble. There was the expected teenage drama but nothing else. It was easy for me to work part time and still look after the house and the kids. Mark’s salary and mine combined led us into what most would call a charmed life.

Was this what my life would be now? Sitting alone in a room without my kids or my husband? My tears began to flow again when the door opened. It was Lilly, with Sarah in tow. Sarah came to me as Lily closed the door and left the room.

I tried to stand but it was more of a stumble since my knees had turned to jelly.

“Oh my god! What happened?” Sarah asked as she hugged me.

“I don’t know. I was just on my way home from yoga when he called me.” I said, wiping my nose with my hand.

“He sounded weird and said I better come home, that he wasn’t feeling well. And you know Mark, he never complains, so I knew it was bad.”

“So did you make it home before the ambulance came?”

“Well yeah. I mean I was already almost on our street. He hadn’t even called the ambulance yet. When I walked in he was on the floor”

Sarah embraced me tenderly.

“He wanted to call me first before the ambulance. I don’t know why. I guess he didn’t want me to worry if I got home and saw the scene without knowing. God! Why didn’t he just call the ambulance instead of waiting for me?” I stomped my foot in frustation as I let out a large sob.

“Oh sweetie, if he wasn’t well, then he probably wasn’t thinking clearly. Was he fine when you left for yoga?”

“Well, I didn’t see him before that. We spoke earlier and he said he had to work late again so I went straight to yoga after dinner. I didn’t wait to see him.” I said, thinking how selfish I was. I should have waited to see him before leaving. But how was I to know it might be the last time I would see him coherent?

“Oh honey, honey, don’t blame yourself.” Sarah rubbed my back and shook her head.

“You are not psychic. You had no idea this was going to happen. You said yourself; Mark never complains.”

I nodded.

“So what do the doctors say?”

“I’ve no idea, I’m still waiting. I…I….kn..know his heart stop-“My sobbing wouldn’t allow me to finish my sentence. Sarah took me in her arms once again.

“Do you need to call anyone?” Sarah asked.

I sniffled and dabbed my eyes “Oh God, how am I going to tell the kids?”

“You don’t have to do that. That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, I can’t let you do that. They should hear it from me.”

“Well, let’s at least wait until we hear something. I mean, either way, you don’t want to spread panic.”

“You’re right. I need some time to compose myself.”

Suddenly, Lilly walked in with a blank expression on her face. My heart sank and I felt everything in my body let go. Sarah grabbed my arm before I hit the ground. The world went black.

Author Bio:

This is Sandy's fourth self-published book and her
second novel. Her first romantic mystery, Blessed and Betrayed was received very well by readers and reviewers and was given an average of 4.25 stars on Goodreads and Amazon. 

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wo books, which are 
memoirs, while her children were infants. The Message in Dad's Bottle is about her father, who tragically passed at the age of 41 from alcoholism, and I'll Never Wear a Backless Dress tells Sandy's personal story about her life with Scoliosis. 

Sandy is a full time writer and when she isn't 
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1 comment:

  1. Good morning! So nice to have you, Mark and Shelley! And welcome, Sandy Appleyard! I'm glad you could join us.


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