Born and raised in Anaheim, CA, b.l. richards has been secretly stashing stories in the cobwebbed corners of his mind for over 30 years. Little did he know that just like his grandmother, keeping stuff and never throwing it out can have drastic consequences.  Now that he has opened the vault, he doesn't know where to put it all. 

Not until he finished college at Cal State Fullerton, did he figure out where his destiny lie. And not until he went through life's little trivialities like death, love and having the poorest career of all: freelancing, did he figure it all out has he landed a job as a private investigator.

Many stories that bounced around in his brain, including a private dick or two, a femme fatale that looks an awful lot like an ex-girlfriend, and just plain lunacy, found a comfortable partner and monetary supplier in the surveillance field. What a surprise when he found out that there was good money in it unlike his Bogart like predecessors.

He has kept his skills sharp by writing for a local newspaper and a magazine or two but is going full speed ahead on publishing his first novel, the first of many to come.