Thursday, January 29, 2015

Straight Browsing from the Library - Just a Theory by Annie Wood

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Just when Martin thinks his life will never go anywhere remotely interesting, he meets an eccentric quantum physicist who gives him the ability to travel to his parallel lives where, in one of them, he runs a successful bed and breakfast with his beautiful wife in Italy.

Only problem is, Martin has no control over any of this.

Martin was hired by the brilliant, yet eccentric, quantum physicist, Professor Welles, to shoot a documentary about him. The professor has a large grey mustache that curls up at the ends. He's balding, wears glasses, and speaks in excited, hushed tones as if he’s constantly on the edge of revealing something huge. Little children often mistake him for a peer. Or a very large baby. The man practically bubbles over with enthusiasm.

He is so giddy that he often bursts into laughter for no apparent reason. It’s as if he’s carrying on a continuous conversation of inside jokes between himself and himself.

The professor is in the middle of theorizing. He sits behind a large desk, on which there’s a bust of a smiling Albert Einstein.

“You see, Einstein didn't much care for chance. His theories demand that the universe is orderly and predictable. But, on the scale of atoms and particles, the truth is, the world is one thrilling, fascinating, mind-blowing game of chance. At the quantum level...uncertainty rules.” The professor loves this last bit so much he is positively beaming with joy as he puffs on his pipe and smiles wildly into the camera. It would seem that quantum physics really turns this guy on.

Also, he loves the attention. His eyes smile too, keeping his mouth company. Tyra Banks calls this smizeing. The professor is a master smizer. He anxiously awaits for Martin to ask him the next question.

Annie Wood is a Hollywood native, lifelong actress and writer. She was the host and co- producer of the nationally syndicated dating game show, BZZZ! She has appeared in many films and television shows and is an award winning playwright. The digital-series she created, wrote and stars in, Karma’s a B*tch was Best of the Web on Virgin America. Annie is committed to telling stories that have plenty of her two favorite things - humor and heart.

Also, she can juggle oranges for about three seconds and spider monkeys creep her out.

Now you know everything.

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Friday, January 23, 2015

Straight Browsing From the Library: Legacy of Fear by Ryshia Kennie

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1_21 legacy Cover_LegacyOfFear Andra Vandersan is an expert code breaker, as fiercely independent and beautiful as she is brilliant. Working at the highest levels of deciphering, she’s always remained at a safe distance from the seamy underworld of Hong Kong’s criminal elite—but that’s about to change. When her next-door neighbor is brutally murdered in a way that suggests the work of the Chinese triads, two things become clear: Andra was the intended target of the hit, and the assassin is going to return.

Max True is a world-class linguist, a colleague of Andra’s who once helped her break a code that would destroy a terrorist cell. When he shows up at Andra’s door with a mysterious message, they realize they may have stumbled on a long-lost women’s language that holds the secret to incredible power—and one that the most vicious men in Hong Kong will stop at nothing to get their hands on.

As Andra and Max work to solve the puzzle of the language, they find themselves in a desperate race against time to escape the mysterious forces who all want the secret of the message—even as they surrender to the forces of an undeniable passion that brings them inexorably and irrevocably together.


“Max,” she repeated. “You think too much.” She cupped his head, pulling him down to her, and this time the kiss was lush and long, and when it ended only silence breathed between them.

“You’re right.” She breathed. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
His hand traced along her wrist and she shivered.
 “This is craziness, all of it.”

“Maybe,” he replied, standing up. “In the meantime, there are few we can trust. The police have no interest in supposition and we have no time to wait for whatever is about to come to us.”

“What are you saying, Max?”

He went to the window. She followed.

Her hand brushed against his.

Her gaze followed his into the distance, where outside a fringe of fog swirled around thestark decadence of Victoria Peak. “It’s unbelievable, really, a village of women.” She took a deep breath. “And the one man who says he has seen this village is threatened about reporting what he has seen.”

She sighed, turned around and picked up the satchel, pulling out the doll. She ran her fingers along the doll’s cloth body as he had done what seemed a million times before. The expression on her face changed from calm to surprise.

“Max! There’s something here.”

His fingers brushed lightly against hers as they ran along the age-thinned cloth. The spark from just that brief touch had him fighting not to take her in his arms and take her to places he had so far only imagined. He leaned closer and then felt something subtle yet foreign beneath the doll’s cloth body.


1_21 legacy AuthorPhoto_LegacyOfFearThe Canadian prairies are where Ryshia Kennie makes her home with her husband and one opinionated and slightly geriatric, Irish Terrier. The winner of her city’s Writing Award in 2011 and a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Awards, her novels have taken her characters from the depression era prairies in her first book “From the Dust” to the ancient stones of Angkor Wat and to lost languages in her latest book, “Legacy of Fear”. There’s never a lack of places to set a story as the too long prairie winters occasionally find her with travel journal in hand dreaming of adventure on foreign shores. While facing off a monitor lizard before breakfast or running through the Kasbah chased by an enraged Water Carrier aren’t normal travel experiences and might never find a place in one of her stories, they do make great travel stories. Sometimes it’s just the memories of other worlds close or far away: the words of a stranger, the furtive look one man gives another, that often become the catalyst for a suspenseful story with a deadly villain and an intrepid hero and heroine who must battle for their right to love or even their right to live, in a place that neither - or both, may call home.

When not dreaming of other stories, Ryshia can be found baking a new batch of dog cookies, reading pretty much anything - although romance is a favourite, and, depending on the season; biking, scouting garage sales, golfing and the occasional beach run before the algae rolls in, and winter is for long walks, and taking those long-thought-about trips. For more, visit her website at Buy the book at Amazon or Barnes and Noble.


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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Straight Reading from the Library - The Girl of the Book by Princila Murrell

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Twelve year old Courtney Parker is devastated to have to leave her friends and South Africa behind when her father accepts a lucrative contract and the family relocate to Saudi Arabia.

Jeddah feels like a different planet to Johannesburg. In spite of her initial reluctance to venture out of the comfort and security of their new home, she quickly forms friendships with Nizar Bukhari and Lana Alahmadi. However, not everyone is happy with the situation.

Courtney must learn to adapt to an alien, seemingly unforgiving culture and stand up to the bullies that are making her school life hell.

Nizar and Lana must both try to overcome their family prejudices in order for their friendship with Courtney to survive. Will they succeed? Will they be able to set aside their differences? Can they bridge the cultural divide?

"Girl of the Book" is a compelling, contemporary story that will get older children thinking. More than that, it is a story of friendship and forgiveness that will tug at your heart.


Kids don't have much say in the matter when job transfers force families to move and leave friends behind, and it's never easy to go through.  It's even worse, however, for Courtney though, because at 12 years of age, she not only is leaving her friends--but her country and even her culture.

This is the story of what she goes through as she tries to adjust to living in an a Muslim country-- the difficulties with the language, the dress, the traditions.  She had a lot of freedom in her home of South Africa-- going to the beach, wearing shorts, friendships with boys-- that are strictly forbidden in Saudi Arabia.  

The adjustments are not only on her side, though, but also on two friends she does make-- Lana and Nizar.  There are misunderstandings, problems with parents, problems at school. 

I think kids 12 and up will like this book and will be able to identify with Courtney as well as the issues she is facing. Even as an adult, the story caught my attention and I wanted to see what happened with Courtney as she faced her problems.

One of the best things about this book is it serves as a stepping stone for kids and their parents to talk about differences and similarities between cultures.  I don't know if the author has a second book planned for Courtney, but it would be interesting to see how her second year in Saudi Arabia goes.

4 stars.

The class was quiet when she left. I noticed the girls were glancing at me and whenever their eyes met mine, they shifted their gaze.

One of them, a wide-eyed girl, finally spoke. ‘Where are you from?’

‘Are you American?’ another girl asked before I had time to answer.

‘No, I’m from South Africa,’ I replied, trying not to sound bothered by their curious looks.

‘No way!’ one of the girls to my right exclaimed. She had a brown abaya decorated with sequins on the front, and a matching scarf hung around her neck. Her skin was fair, just like mine. Her hair was a pale brown, and it hung in beautiful curls that seemed to spring whenever she moved her head. ‘You can’t be African. You’re white...’

‘You’re also white,’ I remarked.

I was referring to her alone because her skin was lighter than those of the other girls. But she probably misunderstood me because she said, ‘We’re not white. We’re brown.’ She pulled the sleeve of her abaya up her arm and stroked her skin, as if to emphasise her point. ‘Arabs are brown. Africans are black and you’re not. So where are you from?’

‘I’m from South Africa. There are white and black people in South Africa if you didn’t know,’ I said, a little angry.

‘Fine, fine. So are you Muslim?’ the girl in the brown abaya said.


They gasped as if I had said an abomination.

‘You’re not?’ One girl spoke for the first time. She had long straight hair, and her skin was a little darker than those of the other girls. ‘You don’t pray?’

‘What do you mean by I ‘don’t pray’?’ I asked. ‘I pray every day before meals and when I go to bed.’

‘No, not that kind of prayer,’ the wide-eyed girl said. ‘We mean salat.’

‘Salat? What’s that?’ I asked.

‘Prayer, stupido.’ The girl in the brown abaya rolled her eyes.

‘Now, look...’ I was about to say when Ms Lopez walked into the classroom. I glared at the girl in the brown abaya. Whatever her name was, I hoped we weren’t going to be in the same class.


Princila Murrell lives in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia with her husband and two kids. She startedwriting when she was about 10 years old and made the leap to Indie author about two decades later because she could not wait to share her stories with the world. Besides being a nerdy dreamer, doodler, busy mum, and housewife, she is also an avid netizen and reader of children’s books. She loves to cook, shop and, most of all, play with her kids. Girl of the Book is Princila’s debut novel.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Straight Browsing from the Library: Hearts on Fire Cover Reveal

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Country music star Jessie Grant has it all. An amazing voice, a string of multi-platinum albums, and a sold-out concert tour. But just before her Hearts on Fire tour rolls into Las Vegas, her lead guitarist is badly injured and is unable to play. Desperate to find a replacement before the night of a televised live show, Jessie is forced to accept help from the last person on earth she wants to see again.

Drew Carmichael has earned a well-deserved reputation as one of the best up-and-coming musicians in Nashville, without cashing in on his renowned father’s name. When Jessie’s manager calls and asks him to fill in for her band’s injured guitar player, he agrees to help Jessie out even though she cut him out of her life four months ago.

In Sin City, sparks fly between Jessie and Drew, and it isn’t long before they give in to their mutual attraction. But when the dark past Jessie has successfully hidden for ten years explodes in the media, their tenuous bond is put to the test, and both Jessie and Drew must learn to trust each other if they don’t want their newfound romantic relationship to go up in flames.


As if sensing she was being watched, she turned and their gazes collided across the stage. Her smile faltered as the seconds ticked by. She remained rooted to the spot, so he moved forward. One of them had to make the first move; it looked like it would be him.

“Hey,” he said as he halted in front of her.

She thanked the roadie, who smiled and left them to attend to Tara and Renee.

“Hello,” she replied, her tone formal and her eyes guarded. “Thank you for agreeing to help us out.”

“You’re welcome.” He rested his arm along the top of his favorite guitar, a Fender Strat that he’d bought when he was sixteen, after years of saving his allowance and hoarding the money he’d earned doing odd jobs around town.

Although his father had made good money and left them fairly well-off after he died, his mom always believed that he should learn the value of money. It was a lesson he’d learned well, and to this day, he hadn’t touched one dollar of the money his father had left him. He wanted to make something of himself on his own terms, not because he had connections or an inheritance.

“Wally gave me the set list yesterday. It looks like it’s pretty much the same as before,” he said, after an uncomfortable silence.

“For the most part.” Jessie tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “The only difference is, I’ve changed up the order so that some of my older stuff is sprinkled throughout the set. Works better that way.”

He nodded. “So what the hell happened to Kenny? Wally said he broke his arm?”

Jessie rolled her eyes. “The damn fool decided to take a swan dive off the stage, and because he’d had a couple of fireballs before the show, he miscalculated how close the audience was to the stage and fell smack dab onto the concrete floor.”

Drew gasped, equally shocked and amused at the picture she’d painted. “Jesus. Are you serious?”

Her lips curved upwards with a ghost of a smile. It was something, even if it wasn’t the usual mega-watt smile she gave him when they used to hang out together. “It’s true. I couldn’t make something like that up. Broke his arm in two places.”

“Ouch.” He winced, thinking of the pain Kenny must have been in. “So he’ll be laid up for a while?”

“Looks like it,” she said. Then, without warning, her tone turned frosty again, and the laughter vanished from her eyes. “Well, we should get started. Do you feel comfortable with all the songs?”

“Yeah. I could do them in my sleep,” he said, then frowned. “Did that sound cocky?”

“No. Just confident.” Her unreadable eyes roamed over his face. “Wally wants us to do a duet.”

“I know.”

He’d taken a look at the sheet music and recognized the song immediately. Anybody who’d ever attended a wedding in the last twenty years would probably be aware of the hit ballad that was popular in the early ‘80s. It was a nice song, and one that would suit his and Jessie’s harmonies to a tee.

“I’m not sold on the idea, but he seems to think it’ll be good for the CMT taping.”

“Whatever you decide is fine with me.” He brushed his hair back from his eyes and held her gaze. “I miss talking to you, Jessie,” he said, unable to stop himself.

Her eyes flickered with some unknown emotion, which vanished as quickly as it came.

“We should get to work. Time’s a wastin’.” And with that, she turned her back on him, moved to the center mic near the front of the stage and never looked back.


Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern Nevada where she’s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot machines in every grocery store.

When not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over her head, and supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most of her free time writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and spending time with her family and friends.

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Friday, January 16, 2015

Straight Browsing from the Library - Running Away With You by Suzanne Sweeney

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Juliette Fletcher’s life has been full of surprises ever since she began dating NFL superstar Evan “Big Mac” McGuire. He’s everything she could ever have wished for – strong and tender, and wrapped up in an exquisite package. She has experienced more happiness than she ever dreamed of, but she’s also survived enough pain and anguish to last a lifetime.

It’s Evan’s rookie season as starting quarterback with the NJ Sentinels, and it looks like he just might take the team all the way to the playoffs for the first time in five seasons. And now Juliette is planning her dream wedding in the dazzle of the paparazzi’s camera flashes.

But Juliette is about to learn how quickly a dream can turn into a nightmare. Dark secrets begin to emerge – the kind that wreck careers and break hearts. Is silence a betrayal, even when the truth could cause anguish to the ones you love? And when the past threatens to cast its shadow over the present, how far is too far to make certain it stays buried?

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Chapter Two ~ Learning the Ropes

I hear the water running in the bathroom while Evan showers. AC/DC is blaring, and when I hear Evan singing along to “You Shook Me All Night Long”, I can’t help but smile. We have a routine when he’s got an away game, and “You Shook Me All Night Long” pretty well sums it up. The first few weeks of the season, I felt guilty for keeping him up all night so close to a game, but then I realized that the night before the game, he’s safely tucked away in his hotel room by eight o’clock. That more than makes up for whatever sleep he may have missed the night before.

He doesn’t need to bring much with him when he travels. He’ll wear a suit jacket on the plane, and then again on the way home, so there’s no need to pack that. He needs workout clothes, something to wear to dinner, and lots of clean socks and underwear. God, he has great underwear. Some say Armani on the waist. Others say Andrew Christian in gold. They are all tight-fitting boxer briefs and all make him look sexy as hell. Not that he needs any help in that department.

“Why are you staring at my underwear?” he laughs. I am so caught up in my thoughts, I never heard him turn off the music. Now, he’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets cling to his skin, and all I can think about is licking them off one by one.

My God, he’s delicious.


Suzanne Sweeney is a graduate of Georgian Court University where she studied Education
and Sociology. For some time now, she has been sharing her love of literature with the young minds who sit before her in class each and every day. After years of teaching the art of writing, Suzanne has finally taken her own advice and put pen to paper in order to produce her most recent book, Running Away With You. She writes what she lives, residing in the community she loves, Point Pleasant, with her family who provide a constant source of inspiration and support. For more information on this novel and author, please visit

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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Straight Chatting from the Library - Veiled Intentions by Elieen Carr

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What is the favorite book you remember as a child?
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I loved that book and Little Men and Jo’s Boys, too. I read and reread them. I imagined myself as a character in the books. I really felt like I was Jo’s BFF. I still want to pull Amy’s hair for marrying Laurie. That’s got to be some kind of major violation of the sister code.

What books do you have on hold at the library?

Ooh! I love this question. I had to go look. It’s not a huge list right now. I have Temple Grandin’s Thinking in Pictures, Ian McEwan’s The Children Act and Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven on hold at the moment.

Do you have any bad book habits?

Do I ever! One in particular gets a lot of people upset. I read the ends of books around the time I’m about one third of the way into a book. I find it very stressful not to know how a book is going to end and if I read the last few pages, I can settle down and enjoy the whole thing without all the tension. I have no idea why people get so hot under the collar about this little habit, but they do! I had someone tell me that I was reading wrong.

E-Reader or print? and why?

E-Reader, E-Reader, E-Reader. The bookshelves in my house are groaning. There’s just no place for more physical books, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more books. With an E-Reader, I can have the book without trying to figure out where to shelve it. Plus I love the way an E- Reader shuts itself off and keeps my place if I fall asleep reading, which happens quite a bit. I adore the dictionary function, too. I’ve found myself pressing my finger against words I don’t know in print books, but no definition comes up! Very frustrating!

One book at a time or multiples?

Multiple. I almost have a book I’m reading and also one I’m listening to in the car. Then if I’m reading a print book, I’ll usually also have an e-book going so I can bring it up on my phone if I have to wait in line or for an appointment.

Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)
Oh, so much worse! They often end up wide-open face down. Very undignified and hard on the spines.

When do you do most of your reading?

The bulk of my reading happens at bedtime. It’s a lifelong habit that I have no desire to break. For me, reading is the perfect way to unwind at the end of the day.

How do you keep your books organized?
What is this organized of which you speak? There is nothing in my life that is organized. I so wish there were. Okay. Maybe they’re a little organized. I have three shelves for signed books. All my Laura Ingalls Wilder books are in one spot and so are all my Wizard of Oz books. Everything else is organized by what I squeeze into a particular spot on the shelf.

What would make you not finish a book?

I have a couple of deal breakers, especially if it’s a book I’m just reading for pleasure and not for school or for book club. If all the people are unpleasant and I don’t have anyone to root for, I might well stop reading a book.


When a Muslim high school student is accused of a crime she didn’t commit, her school counselor gets involved to clear her record in this ripped-from-the-headlines novel.

When Lily Simon finds cops in the lobby of the high school where she’s a guidance counselor, she’s not surprised: cops and adolescents go together like sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. But when the cops take Jamila, a Muslim student, into custody for a crime she didn’t commit, Lily’s high school becomes a powder keg.

Police think Jamila is responsible for a hit and run, and since she’s not talking, they have no choice but to keep her as the main suspect. And since the victim—a young soldier recently returned from Afghanistan—is lying unconscious in the hospital, the whole town is taking sides on whether or not Jamila’s arrest is religious persecution. Determined to find the truth, Lily teams up with a reporter to uncover what really happened the night of the hit and run.


She chanted the words along with the rabbi and the rest of her community, words that have been chanted for centuries. Words of remembrance. Words of healing. Words of prayer. She felt what she almost always did in these situations.


It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the value of ritual. She totally did. She was here, wasn’t she? She’d even worn panty hose, for Pete’s sake, and there wasn’t much on this earth that she’d wear panty hose for. Lily got it. You had to mark things like the one-year anniversary of your mother’s death. It wasn’t a date that you let slide by. You stopped. You noticed. You thought about what it meant. It was the end of Lily’s time of mourning. It was time to move on, whatever that meant.

She hoped her mother appreciated Lily coming here to mark her yahrzeit. Not that Lily believed her mother was watching. She didn’t. Mostly. She was pretty sure that when you died, you went into the ground and the worms ate you. It didn’t matter if you were Jewish or Muslim or Buddhist or Presbyterian. That was it.

But there were moments, times when Lily was alone in her mother’s house, when she could swear she smelled her mother’s perfume or woke feeling the caress of her mother’s hand on her forehead. Mainly she wrote it off to wishful thinking. Sometimes, though, sometimes she found herself believing it was more. Not because it was rational, but because she needed it. She needed to feel like it all meant something.

The rabbi wished peace for all who mourned. Lily sat and listened to the rest of the service. Then she obediently trooped into the assembly room for Oneg Shabbat.


Eileen Carr was born in Dayton, Ohio. She moved when she was four and only remembers that she was born across the street from Baskin-Robbins. Eileen remembers anything that has to do with ice cream. Or chocolate. Or champagne.

Eileen’s alter ego, Eileen Rendahl, is the award-winning author of four Chick Lit novels and the Messenger series.
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Straight Chatting from the Library - Who Am I? by Megan Cyrulewski

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What is the favorite book you remember as a child?

I love Christmas and The Polar Express was (and still is) one of my favorite books. I now read it to my daughter who loves the book and the movie.

What are you reading right now?

I’m reading “The Good Son.” It’s about Jackie Kennedy and her relationship with her son, John. I love American history.

What books do you have on hold at the library?

I am so bad because I always buy my books. I have a huge collection because one day (cross my fingers) I will have a library in my house. I’m a complete hoarder of books – I admit it!

E-Reader or print? and why?

There is nothing better that a book in my hand and that “new book” smell. I haven’t bought an e-reader…yet. I’m still trying my best to hold off!

One book at a time or multiples?

Only one. My mom can read multiple books at a time and I’ve never understood that!

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

Dog-ear or flap if it’s hardcover with a cover. What’s really bad is that my friends always buy me bookmarks. Sorry friends!

When do you do most of your reading?

I have to read before I go to bed. It’s my alone time after I put my daughter to bed.

Do you loan your books?

NO and I will tell you why: After the O.J. Simpson trial, Marcia Clark, the lead prosecutor, wrote a book. My mom, without asking, sent my copy to my brother in California! Of course I never saw it again! Ten years later, my mom bought me a new copy because she got tired of hearing me complain about it.

Re-reader or not?

Yes! Sometimes every couple of years, I get in the mood when I have to read all the books I have by the same author.


Megan Cyrulewski is an ordinary person who has faced extraordinary challenges and now wants to inspire people and show them that hope gives them the power to survive anything. Who Am I? is about her journey into postpartum depression, anxiety disorder, panic attacks, visits to the psych ward, divorce, domestic violence, law school and her courageous struggle to survive with her sanity intact - and how a beautiful little girl emerged from all this chaos.


Tyler was out of control—I had to stop him from taking my daughter...

Before I could even react, he snatched Madelyne out of my arms and put her in the back of his car. She started to hyperventilate.

“What are you doing?” I screamed.

Tyler ignored me as he tried to strap her in the car seat.

“Tyler! She’s terrified! You can’t do this! Let’s take her to a park or something. She has to calm down before she can go with you!” Was he crazy? How could he do this to his own child?

I squeezed in between him and the doorframe of the car door. “Tyler! Stop!”

“Don’t touch my car!” Tyler screeched as he tried to slam the door shut. I had my leg in between the door and the frame so he couldn’t close the door. I tried reaching Madelyne who was still wailing and howling. It was a horrific sound. All of a sudden, Tyler put me in a chokehold and dragged me from the car. I could see my dad out of the corner of my eye trying to get someone’s, anyone’s, attention.

“Help!” I screamed. “Help me!” But we were parked too far away from the actual police station and since it was Sunday, no one was around. “Someone help me. Please!”

Tyler tightened his arm around my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Oh my God, I thought. He’s going to kill me. Tyler was completely out of control. I knew if I didn’t do something soon, I was going to blackout.


Megan Cyrulewski has been writing short stories ever since she was ten-years-old. Eventually she settled into a career in the non-profit sector and then went back to school to get her law degree. While she was in school, she documented her divorce and child custody battle in her memoir, Who Am I?, which was published in 2014. Megan lives in Michigan with her 3-year-old daughter who loves to dance, run, read, and snuggle time with Mommy. Megan also enjoys her volunteer work with Troy Youth Assistance as the Fundraising Chair on the Board of Directors.
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