Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Straight Chatting from the Library: CJ Perry


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What is the favorite book you remember as a child?

That depends on what age we are talking about. If you mean, Dad reading me a story before bed - The Cat in the Hat. I was a mischievous kid, and I dug the whole idea of The Cat in the Hat breaking all of Mom and Dad’s rules – and getting away with it.

A little later, in my teenage years, I carried around a copy of Dragons of Autumn Twilight (Weis and Hickman) like a security blanket. Even when I ran away from home and lived in the woods (true story) it came with me. I have no idea how many times I read that book. I used to have my favorite sections dog-eared and would just read them over and over. It was my first real love in terms of Fantasy novels. Dragonlance is my standard for what fantasy should be. At the time, I had no idea I would ever become a writer, but looking back, it had a lot to do with the decision.

What is your favorite book today?

The Soulforge, by Margaret Weis. Yup, more Dragonlance. The Soulforge came out in 1998, but it still holds my #1 spot. If you’re a fan of Dragonlance, how can you not love the Raistlin origin story? Whenever I introduce someone to Dragonlance, I give them my old beat-up hard cover of The Soulforge like it’s a holy artifact and say, “Start here, at the beginning. You’re welcome.”

Tell us about your current book in 10 words.

Armed only with faith, Ayla leads a revolution against minotaurs.

What are you reading right now?

Im actually beta-reading a fantasy humor book by DC Fergerson called The Singer and the Charlatan. It’s irreverent and clever comedy with a hint of the dark. It takes place in a different part of the same world as Dark Communion, but are two totally unrelated stories. DC Fergerson is actually one of the editors of Dark Communion and has been my brother-in-law for the past 14 years. The great thing about his writing is the dialogue. It makes each one of his characters unique, and utterly hilarious whether they mean to be or not. It comes out early to mid-2017.

What books do you have on hold at the library?

I hate to admit it, but I haven’t been to a real library in about five years. I mean, I carry one around in my pocket every day, so there isn’t much motivation to drive out there. I still love the library though, even if only in my memory. I have Kindle Unlimited, and kinda dig the convenience of it. But my “to read” list for this week and next week is:

Stone Heart, by Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps (Book 3 of the Heart of the Staff Series.)
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (My wife got the hardcover for our collection)
Beta-read Livelihood, by Lindsey Williams. (Sequel to Motherhood)

I wish I had time to read more, but with the Kickstarter (for Dark Communion), Dark Communion’s impending release, the audio book production, getting back to my blog, and building a social media platform – my head is spinning too fast to do more.

E-Reader or print? and why?

Both. When I’m looking for a new series or a new author to read I turn to downloads. I don’t have time anymore to peruse the bookstore. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE bookstores and if I’m at the mall for the second time in a decade I will spend an hour reading the first few pages of a bunch of books in the fantasy section. But I’m on the toilet a bit more often, and multitasking saves time. (I have lost a cellphone or two that way though.) If I find an author or series that’s appealing, I download it. If I REALLY like it, I will buy a physical copy of the next book. Then if I REALLY REALLY like it, I will get a hardcovers of the whole series for my shelf.

Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)

Depends on the book. If it is a beautiful hardcover, I use a bookmark or just remember the page number. If it’s a paperback… good lord… the dog-ears in some of my paperbacks have dog-ears.

Favorite book you've read this year?

Motherhood, by Lindsey Williams. Her clean, direct, and fearless writing style is why I begged her to be a beta reader and later, my editor. It’s a sci-fi alien abduction story – which normally I am not into. She asked me for a review on my sad little blog and I hesitantly agreed. But once I sat down and started reading, I finished it in one sitting. That’s not something that happens to me too often. I highly recommend it, even if you aren’t typically a sci-fi reader.

Favorite genre?

The easiest answer is Fantasy. It’s the majority of what I read. But before Margaret Weis and Dragonlance came Stephen King. I read Pet Cemetery way too young and it scared me to the point of begging for a nightlight in my room again. (I had a little brother down the hall, the same age as Gage and I had nightmares about him coming in my room and cutting my Achilles tendon from under the bed.) I LOVED it and turned into a huge King fan. I read everything by him, and then even experimented with Dean Koontz. (Not a fan) I like being scared out of my wits, so horror is a real passion of mine. Unfortunately, I have not read a horror novel that has scared me in a very long time. (And Ive read many) I think it could be my age or a level of desensitization due to reading books so analytically now. (Writing changes you) But it is that horror influence at a young age that colors a lot of what I write.

Do you loan your books?

I believe in sharing. I preach it to my kids, and practice it in life. Also, it gives me and friends something new to talk about and enjoy together. You can recommend a book 100 times, but they may not remember or bother to pick it up. Lend someone a book, and the chances go up that tomorrow at school or work you’ll be talking about your favorite moments from the early chapters and trying not to let a spoiler slip. (Isn't fighting to keep quiet about the spoilers and dropping hints part of the fun?)

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The minotaurs have kept Ayla and Deetra's people in chains for 200 years. With nothing left to live for, and a death sentence in her womb, Ayla trades her soul for a chance to break the curse which holds her people in slavery. Armed only with her faith, she and Deetra start a revolution, and bring about the return of the Goddess of Darkness.

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Ayla lifted the woman’s chin with her finger. “What is your name?”

“Ava.”

“How far along are you?” They both knew what she really asked; are you carrying a calf?

The woman met Ayla’s eyes and did not look away.

“Three months.”

Ayla’s heart ached with pity. Judging by the size of her womb, if she had carried a human child, she would only have two months to go. Horses clopped up the drawbridge until the other wagon stopped behind the first. The people on the back leaned to see what went on up ahead. Ayla knelt down in front of the pregnant woman on the cool stone of the gatehouse.

Her voice echoed off the stone walls. “Who is this man with you?”

The woman bowed her head. “My brother, Gaelan, milady.”

Butch’s chest rumbled. “It’s Priestess.”

The woman looked up, then back down and hurried to correct herself. “He’s my brother, Priestess.”

Ayla shook her head at Butch with a stern look and he dipped his head in silent apology. She lifted the woman’s chin again. Her voice kept the compassion it had before, but with an edge.

“You are too far along for any surgeon to help you.”

“I know, Priestess. That’s not why I came.” The pregnant woman’s green eyes held Ayla’s gaze and did not waiver. She set her jaw. “I want to fight.”

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My deep and abiding love of fantasy began when I was six when I first saw the 1981 film Dragonslayer on VHS with my father. He loved fantasy movies too, but didn’t have the courage to be a dork about it like I did. That movie was a gateway drug that led me straight to the hard stuff - CS Lewis. I was far too young for such potency but by the time I was ten I had read the whole series. That’s when I found my first Dungeons and Dragons group. When I started playing, my friends and I used pre-made campaign settings and published adventures, but I quickly grew restless with their limitations and trite story lines. I needed my own persistent world: something adaptable to my whim and that no one else owned.

Back in my day, there was no internet, so I took out every book about castles and medieval history from the school library and read them in Math class (I'm still terrible at math as a result). I came up with an entire world and brand new history. I read books on cartography and hand drew maps of my new world. I created a cosmology, a hierarchy of gods, and the tenets of their religions. I read the Dungeon Master's guide a dozen times, and every fantasy novel I could get my hands on.

Then, one day, I sat down and told my friends, "Hey guys, wanna try my story instead?"

Even 15 years after the original D&D campaigns ended, former players tell me that they share our incredible stories with their children. I'm honored to say that most of those players still have their original character sheets 16-20 years later, and a couple have even named their children after them.

Now, I'm 39 years old and a loving father of 2 girls, and I still play those games on occasion. My passion has evolved into putting those ideas and amazing stories on paper for the whole world to enjoy. My first novel took me and co-author DC Fergerson 10 years to write and topped out at 180,000 words. Being too long and too complex, I finally ended the project and took its lessons to heart.

I learned that Dungeons & Dragons did not translate well into a novel. D&D made for great times, but also for some meandering plot lines, pointless encounters, and poor character motivations. No matter how memorable some of the moments were, if I wanted anyone to read my story, I needed to learn a lot more about writing.

I threw myself into being a full time student of novel crafting. I read every book on writing by Dwight Swain I could find. I paid Chuck Sambuchino (Editor for Writer's Digest) to critique and edit my older work. I took James Patterson's Masterclass, went to college, and joined online writing communities. All the while, I read my favorite fantasy novels again, only this time with a mental highlighter. I reworked my stories, outlined them, and decided to start from the beginning. Many, many years later, I am in the final edit and proofreading stage of Dark Communion, the first installment of the Shadowalker Chronicles. My role as a father of two girls heavily influenced the characters I’d known for over 20 years, shaping them into women that my own daughters could respect. My characters took on a depth and quality that brings them off the page and into the minds of readers, because they have become all too real. I was privileged enough to work on two careers at the same time to accomplish this feat - a fun-loving and involved stay-at-home dad, and a full time writer.

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Straight Browsing from the Library: Sinners and Saints by Kristina Garlick


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My name is Zoey Major and I live in Fort Star, New Jersey. I am also a survivor in the zombie apocalypse. Seems very cut and dry but I have been hiding something- like really huge. My secret is game changing. I am not like the others... I know, what a surprise twist! Unfortunately, I can’t tell you why I am different. If you really want to know, you have to figure it out. Hey, even in these dark times, a girl needs her secrets.

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United we... united we... we were supposed to stand together as a society but it did not work out like that. The United States and much of the world, actually went to sh*t for a little bit when the zombies came. Perhaps the only saving grace was the fact that man learns to adapt. We always do. A prime example would be the invention of the wheel, the television or even a toaster pastry because why the f*ck not eat something bad for you?

For you see, if man has a want or desire, it may take years, but he'll invent it. One thing I am still waiting on is that damn time machine. I am looking at you, Doc Brown. Ha! However, not all inventions should ever leave the paper. Sometimes an idea is just an idea as biological weapons rarely ever make anything better. Yeah, perhaps not every weapon should be tested or even used, as the results can't always be contained. United we... united we... we were supposed to stand together.

Present Day, June 30, 10:25 pm

Catey: "So is it cool that I sign you up for speed dating?"

Zoey: "What? No, f*ck no."

Catey: "Why not?"

Zoey: "There should be no speed dating in the zombie apocalypse."

Catey: "It's post apocalypse so get it right."

Zoey: "For now."

Catey: "And this is why you are single. You are so negative."

Zoey: "Huh, I didn't know that was the reason. I just thought it was because every eligible bachelor who isn't a toad has been either taken or eaten but hey, maybe I am wrong."

Catey: "I think it's because you put up a wall."

Zoey: "Stop analyzing me, or at the very least give me a Rorschach test or at the very least a crossword puzzle to pass the time then."

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Kristina Garlick lives in Warren County, New Jersey. She holds a Masters in Parks & Resource Management from Slippery Rock University. While she loves the outdoors and has many hobbies such as soap making, writing has always been her passion. Kristina wrote her first full length fantasy story at ten and had her first book published when she was fourteen. She has a unique style of writing, which she calls Diary-Play format. Kristina is also available for book signings, panels, discussion groups and other special functions.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Straight Browsing from the Library: The Fiduciary Delusion by John Molik


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An unambitious young man finally finds himself, only to nearly lose everything in an apparent web of international economic terrorism and intrigue. But, as his world begins to unravel, has he become genuinely delusional? Or is he really on to one of the most dangerous global conspiracies of all time? Against all odds, only love and a true friend's faith can save both him and the world as we know it from the abusive power of evil.

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'Reynolds? Of MI6?' shouted Marshall Rand, the Inspector General of the US Treasury.

'Yes, agent Patel has confirmed this with that reception desk employee at the hotelwhere the memory stick was dropped,' replied Arun Marwah, Director of the India Intelligence Bureau.

Marshall Rand squinted. 'And this employee? He can swear that he can identify him as the man who actually dropped the flash drive?'

'That is correct, sir.'

Marshall squirmed and mumbled a few things then quickly, but politely, ended the phone call.

Standing up, he put his hands on his hips, walked over to the window and stared down at the mass in motion filled with cars, trucks, and taxis, all crawling along the avenue below the banks, hedge fund hyenas, fancy restaurants, and big office towers. Above, he could hear the sound of a commercial airliner departing Washington's National airport to the Northeast. A city humming, entirely greased by cash, credit, money, moolah all created out of thin air by a cartel running the world's private banking operations. Those that bank on that sexy fiat drug, that fiduciary smack attack that greases the invisible hand, are depending on just one thing, its continual unending supply and endless promise. Any rapid withdrawal of the punch bowl, and the party's over. The hooked speculators, opportunists, horders, spenders, trickle downers, everyone in the system, look up to us, all strung out and begging for a chance for a seat, any seat, at the global banquet. But, what happens when it's over? He began to sweat just thinking about how all civilizations must inevitably go through this when he suddenly noticed the deciduous trees along the park that stood there resolute, having had lost most of their leaves. Quickly glimpsing the street lights changing from green to yellow to red, he lost himself in his thoughts. It's a cycle, a historical cycle that not one civilization or empire has ever been able to avoid. It starts with the warrior stage, heroism, honor. Next comes the intellectual phase with its laws, order, justice, art, music, and entertainment. Society, now cocooned, is able to flourish. Then, comes the Merchant phase with its rapid wealth distribution, free trade, increases in standards of living, and the development of modern conveniences. Oligarchs form to control resources, then begin warring. Greed, selfishness, and avarice marks the end of the stage. My job, my sole purpose, is to protect the Intellectual phase and to keep it running, but this noble pursuit has been exposed by history as being inevitably futile. It's as if there is an inner knowing deep seated in the human mind that senses what comes next. Chaos. The final stage of outright theft, civil unrest, and collapse. All that was built up, falls. The thieves, these naked emperors, who connived, pillaged and lied to the population are hunted down and destroyed. A power vacuum is formed and once again, the warriors assert themselves. The cycle begins again.

Rand shook his head, then walked back to his desk and pulled up his secured Adobe Connect entering a password. An entry popped up: London. Private. He clicked on it.

'Sir, I am so sorry to bother you,' started Rand, 'but something serious has come up.'

'Yes, well what is it then?' replied the man with disinterest. He had a voice and accent much like John Major, the former British Prime Minister.

'I'm sure Eckhart has informed you on what the agency had uncovered in India.'

Silence.

'Well, unfortunately, it goes deeper.” He hesitated. “Much deeper than we ever imagined.”

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John grew up in Rancho Palos Verdes, California and graduated from UC Davis with a B.A. Degree in Economics and has worked in numerous corporate finance and project management jobs in the consumer electronics and IT industries. In 1990, after taking an extended backpacking trip of the South Pacific before attending graduate school, he met his would be wife and in 1991 was married. They settled back in Irvine and South Orange County area of California. In 2003, he and his family (now with two kids in tow) relocated to Christchurch, New Zealand.

John's interest in writing began when he was a student at UC Davis, having worked as a Feature Writer for the California Aggie Newspaper. Possessing the desire to write again, and with a bucket list goal of eventually trying his hand at thriller novels, he took the plunge, and in 2014, began writing his first novel, The Fiduciary Delusion. John's interests also include: science, existential philosophy, health, and both western and eastern holistic medicine. John also plays guitar, piano, sings and writes music. In addition, John is an admitted “gym rat” and can be regularly found lifting weights, trudging up hills, sea kayaking, and getting out and about enjoying the beautiful wild outdoors.

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Monday, September 19, 2016

Straight Browsing from the Library: The Truth She Knew by J.A. Owenby


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Mama didn’t want me. In fact, she would’ve traded my soul back for someone different if God would’ve let her, but he didn’t, so she was stuck with me.

For eighteen-year-old Lacey, life at home is a rollercoaster. She doesn’t think she’ll ever be good enough to truly deserve Mama’s love.

But when Lacey enters college and meets Walker, everything starts to change. Suddenly, Lacey is face to face with the realization that maybe what she’s always seen as normal really isn’t. Her entire life—and everything she’s ever believed about herself and her family—is abruptly hanging in midair.

Lacey is left facing two paths, and she has to make a choice. The first means walking away from everything she’s ever known. The other means never really knowing the truth.

The Truth She Knew offers an honest and powerful glimpse into mental illness, the meaning of true love, and the psychological waltz that a daughter dances as she endures her mother’s unpredictable emotions, manipulation, and abuse.

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I took my seat belt off and turned to face him. His blue eyes captivated me. I could lose myself in them forever and never care. A soft patch of hair shadowed his upper lip. My gaze lingered as I wondered what his lips would feel like against mine.

“What are you thinking?” he asked and trailed his finger lightly across my cheek.

I blushed and silently cursed my pale skin as I reached for his hand. His fingers intertwined with mine. They were strong, rough, and soft all at the same time.

“I’m not good for you, Walker.” I glanced down, embarrassed that those words had slipped out of my mouth. No way had I intended to say anything like that, but my mouth had a mind of its own. My plan had included ending the night with a thank-you and letting Walker go, but instead, it was turning into a tug-of-war between my heart and my brain.

“Lacey, I highly doubt that,” he replied and squeezed my hand.

“How would you know? We just met.” I dared to glance at him. If he knew what I meant he would kick me out of his car right then, leave, and never look back.

Walker leaned his head against his seat as he ran his free hand through his hair. His eyes settled on my face.

“If we date, you’re going to hear things about me and my ex-girlfriend. You and I share some mutual friends and enemies.”

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J.A. Owenby lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two cats.

She's a published author of six short stories, and she is currently working on her second full-length novel. She also runs her own business as a professional resume writer and interview coach—she helps people find jobs they love.



J.A. is an avid reader of thrillers, romance, new adult, and young adult novels. She loves music, movies, and good wine. And call her crazy, but she loves the rainy Pacific Northwest; she gets her best story ideas while listening to the rain pattering against the windows in front of the fireplace.

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

Straight Browsing from the Library: The Lizard's Tale by Kurt Kamm


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Kurt Kamm has written a novel that's a literary crime novel, with a strong thread of non-fiction running through it. The Lizard's Tale is a tale of crime—with an a wide-ranging cast of characters.

When the DEA goes up against the Sinaloa Cartel, an orphan and an endangered lizard are caught in the conflict. The action moves from Guatemala to Mexico to Catalina Island off the coast of California.

Alejandro, a middle class Guatemalan, wants his share, and makes a deal with the cartel. Now he’s risking his life to deliver the goods.

El Dedo, a brilliant financier, is the Sinaloa Cartel’s banker. He worries about what to do with the billions of dollars collecting dust in his underground vault.

Ryan, a DEA Special Agent, needs to make a high profile case to get a promotion. Is the big yacht headed for California carrying a Mexican drug shipment?

Kate, a wildlife officer on Catalina Island, smells smoke. When she heads out in the middle of the night to investigate a fire, she makes an astonishing discovery.

Jorge, an orphan from the streets of Mexico, is abandoned in the United States. Will he find his way back home and track down his mother’s killer?

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Gina wasn’t looking for a husband—she was far too independent to let a man run her life—but she needed male companionship. After coming to Catalina, she spent a lot of time alone until she met Brad, a captain with the Los Angeles County Fire Department. He worked at Station 55, and was big, strong, and good-looking. All her Latin lovers had been dark and she was attracted to his blond hair. She loved running her fingers over the blond carpet that covered his chest. At thirty-six, he was five years younger than she was, and married. Brad was perfect.

Their affair lasted almost two years. She didn't see him every day—in fact, she didn't want to see him every day. His wife and daughter lived in Seal Beach, and once a week he took the ferry to the mainland and spent three days at home. But he didn’t always head home right away, and they often stole a few hours together on one of the remote beaches on the rugged, wind-swept west end of the island. During the off-season, they sometimes managed to spend a night at a local bed and breakfast in Avalon, and occasionally she cooked dinner for him at the ranch house. When nothing else worked, they drove up into the hills and screwed in the back of his SUV. For Gina it was a perfect relationship—she got what she needed without making a major emotional commitment.

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Malibu, California resident Kurt Kamm has written a series of firefighter mystery novels, which have won several literary awards. His newest novel, The Lizard’s Tale, provides a unique look inside the activities of the Mexican drug cartels and the men dedicated to stopping them.

Kurt has used his contact with CalFire, Los Angeles County and Ventura County Fire Departments, as well as the ATF and DEA to write fact-based (“faction”) novels. He has attended classes at El Camino Fire Academy and trained in wildland firefighting, arson investigation and hazardous materials response. He has also attended the ATF and DEA Citizen’s Academies. After graduating from the DEA Citizen’s Academy in 2014, he began work on The Lizard’s Tale.

Kurt has built an avid fan base among first responders and other readers. A graduate of Brown University and Columbia Law School, Kurt was previously a financial executive and semi-professional bicycle racer. He was also Chairman of the UCLA/Jonsson Comprehensive Cancer Center Foundation for several years.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kurt Kamm LITERARY AWARDS
TUNNEL VISIONS (MCM Publishing 2014)
2014 USA Best Book Award -Fiction: General – Finalist

HAZARDOUS MATERIAL (MCM Publishing 2013)
Best Novel 2013 – Public Safety Writers Association
Winner of the 2012 Hackney Literary Award for best novel of the year ($5,000 PRIZE)
Reader's Favorite 2013 – Finalist – Urban Fiction
The 2012 Dana Award – Finalist
Eric Hoffer Award - Finalist (2014)
Excerpt published in Birmingham Arts Journal http://www.birminghamartsjournal.com/pdf/baj10-2.pdf

ONE FOOT IN THE BLACK (MCM Publishing 2012)
The 2012 USA Best Book Awards – Fiction: General – Finalist
The 2013 Beverly Hills Book Awards – Fiction: General – Finalist
Excerpt published in Felons, Flames and Ambulance Rides: Stories About America's Public Safety Heroes

CODE BLOOD (MCM Publishing 2011)
Writer’s Type - First Chapter Competition. January 2011- First Place
2012 International Book Awards - Fiction: Cross Genre Category – First Place
National Indie Excellence Book Awards – Faction (fiction based on fact) - Winner of the 2012 Award
The 2012 USA Best Book Awards - Fiction: Horror - Winner
LuckyCinda Publishing Contest 2013 First Place – Thriller
Reader's Favorite 2013– Finalist – Horror Fiction
Knoxville Writer’s Guild - 2011 Novella or Novel Excerpt – 2nd Place

RED FLAG WARNING Aberdeen Bay 2010
The Infinite Writer– Mystery 2010 – First Place
The Written Art Awards - Mystery/Thriller 2010 – First Place
Royal Dragonfly – Mystery Category 2011 – First Place

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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Straight Browsing from the Library: Tainted Bride by A.S Fenichel


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Only trust can save her….

Sailing to London, Sophia Braighton only hopes to escape certain ruin. But when she arrives, her Great Aunt Daphne has other plans for the American-born beauty. Determined to marry off her niece to a man of means, she propels Sophia into London society, not knowing that the young woman’s trust in men is shattered. In fact, Sophia never expects to ever feel anything for a man. Then again, she never expects to find herself in the company of the dashing earl of Marlton….

From the moment he sees Sophia, Daniel Fallon feels alive in a way he has not since his broken engagement. Though the vulnerable beauty shies from the passion burning bright between them, Daniel is determined to court her and make her his bride. And when he learns of the painful secret she harbors, he is equally determined to take revenge on the man responsible. But will the quest destroy him—and his future with his beloved?

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“I think you will marry.” Regret dripped from his voice.

“No.” Her eyes filled with tears and she moved away to hide in the shadow of one of the pillars surrounding the veranda.

His mind screamed at him to apologize and walk away, but his body disobeyed and he followed her into the shadows. He tugged the glove from his hand and gently caressed the soft skin from her elbow to the cap sleeve of her gown. He dropped his hand.

She turned, only a breath away. The warmth of her body reached him though they didn’t touch.

“Please do not cry.” The soft tone hardly resembled his voice. She moved him in a way no one else ever had.

“I won’t. I’m sorry to make such a scene.” She dabbed at her eyes. Once again, the tigress returned, sad, fierce and distant. The tears made her seem even fiercer, somehow making her even more perfect. This was no stuffy debutante, with little thought for anyone but herself. She was soft, emotional, filled with life and he wanted nothing else in the world but to pull her into his arms, to watch her tigress’s eyes close as his lips covered hers.

“I think I’m going to kiss you, Miss Braighton.” He inched closer.

Her eyes widened and she gasped, as he rubbed his lips lightly against hers. “No.” The word was less than a whisper.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pressing his cheek to hers.

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A.S. Fenichel adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story. Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey. She now lives in the southwest with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When she is not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history and puttering in her garden.

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Monday, September 12, 2016

Straight Browsing from the Library: The Deepest Dark by Joan Hall Hovey

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Following the deaths of her husband, Corey, and ten year old daughter Ellie in a traffic accident, author Abby Miller sinks ever deeper into depression. She contemplates suicide as a way to be with them, and to end her unrelenting pain.

In a last desperate effort to find peace, she drives to Loon Lake where they last vacationed together, wanting to believe they will be waiting for her there. At least in spirit. Barring that, the pills Doctor Gregory gave her to help her sleep, are in her purse.

The cabin at Loon Lake was her and Corey’s secret hideaway, and not even Abby’s sister, Karen, to whom she is close, knows where it is.

But someone else does. He is one of three men who have escaped from Pennington prison. They are dangerous predators who will stop at nothing to get what they want - and to keep from going back to prison. Having already committed atrocious crimes, they have nothing to lose.

Unknowingly, Abby is on a collision course with evil itself. And the decision of whether or live or die will soon be wrenched from her hands.

READ AN EXCERPT


The three dark figures moved quietly among the shadowy, rain-dripping birches, pines and alders toward the old farmhouse where amber lights glowed in the two lower windows. They crept with the stealth of foxes intent upon the chickens in the hen house, hungry and deadly, already tasting blood. And the Nichols’ actually did keep a few chickens of their own, mainly for the fresh eggs, but not altogether for that reason. They liked seeing them clucking and pecking about the yard; they were good company and cost only a bit of seed. Once, they had operated their own farm, and a fair sized one it was, too. These days they kept a small vegetable garden and Ethel Nichols tended the flowers that grew along the walkway and in her window boxes, mainly morning glories in heavenly blue and pansies in shades of lavender and sun-yellow.

In their early eighties now, and in relatively good health, they were enjoying the fruits of their labor in these latter years, including the big screen TV on which they were presently watching an old rerun of All in the Family, one of life’s pleasures that Hartley and Ethel shared.

When the commercial came on, Ethel rose from the big stuffed chair across from her husband’s Lazy Boy. She was white-haired, ample of figure, and quick to smile. “Cup of tea, Hartley?”

He looked in her direction and grinned mischievously. Though his own hair had long gone and he walked with a limp, to Ethel he was as handsome as the first time she saw him walking into Mr. Biggar’s class in grade nine. She could still see him as he was then, tall and lean, with a thatch of fair hair fallen over his brow.

“Wouldn’t mind having just a tiny slice of that apple pie you baked to go with my tea.” An affectionate coaxing twinkled in blue eyes that had faded only a little over the years.

Looking at him, she mentally shook her head. He knew he had trouble getting to sleep if he ate after he’d had his supper. “Sure,” she said. And it will be tiny, Mister Nichols, you can bet on that. She had started for the kitchen when she stopped in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, thinking she’d heard a noise outside. She listened. Heard it again. A squeaking of the porch swing chain?

“Did you hear that?” she called into the living room.

“Hear what? Didn’t hear nothin’, Ethel.”

“I’m not sure. Sounded like... oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. The wind.”

MEET THE AUTHOR


Joan Hall Hovey is the definition of an ‘artist’. From her writing that has taken the form of suspense novels, as well as short stories and articles, this woman has not only taken the suspense world by storm, but also dabbles in the theatre community. In addition to it all, Joan takes the time to work with other authors, giving them the information and help they need to embrace their talent and become a part of the literary world.

Born and raised in Saint John, New Brunswick, Joan has a family she adores; including, Scamp, the family dog. She is blessed to look out every day at the tall pine trees and the stunning view of the Kennebecasis River. But although that view is certainly inspiring, her fans will tell you that it is Joan’s view – the scenes and characters within her own creative mind – that is truly unforgettable. This is a talent who brings vibrancy to the page, creating locations that, even in the light of day, chill fans to the bone.

An insatiable reader, the works of Poe, King, and other masters of the mystery world, inspired Joan to write. And now, with her latest novel – THE DEEPEST DARK – she once again hits the nail on the proverbial head, drawing readers into a world of fear that will leave them absolutely breathless.

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