tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19286187936632696322024-03-14T13:26:35.438-04:00Chris Redding, AuthorChris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.comBlogger1019125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-74062573764928620982016-12-28T12:00:00.002-05:002016-12-28T12:00:50.725-05:00When Hairy Met SallyI have a new book out. When Hairy Met Sally is the first in a trilogy about three shapeshifting brothers. You should check it out on my website. www.chrisreddingauthor.com and then go to Amazon and buy it.<br />
Just a heads up, I'm shutting down this blog in 2017.<br />
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<br />Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com87tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-59138110521293375592016-10-15T09:17:00.002-04:002016-10-15T09:17:49.645-04:00Awaken from Death<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Born
from Death</span></i></b><b><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> book 2<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i>Will they discover the
truth of their ancient connection before it destroys them both?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Ilona continues to struggle with loss, as well as trying to
find where she fits in with other people, if she ever really will. She starts
taking dangerous risks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Archer is desperate to protect Illona and discovers more
about himself in the progress. When Ilona is in danger of being mauled by a
dog, he desperately tries something that shouldn’t be possible. And yet he succeeds.
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This is just the
beginning of his discovery of who—what—he truly is.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10.5pt;">Release date
10/15/16 from Inkspell Publishing.</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01INUMQVE"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Amazon</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> | </span></b><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1124079175"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">iTunes</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> | </span></b><a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/awaken-from-death-1"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Kobo</span></b></a><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Add to your to your to-read on </span></b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30527158-awaken-from-death"><b><span style="color: #0033cc; font-size: 14.0pt;">Goodreads</span></b></a><span style="font-size: 16pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Strong as Death, Born From Death book 1<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i>Ilona discovers what it means to
have a mother who is a modern woman and a father who is a 19th-century
gentleman ghost.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">After being hit by a car and taken to the hospital, Ilona
starts to realize she’s different from other people, and that her mother has
hidden the truth from her. She sneaks out of the hospital in order to discover
the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and
introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died
in 1890. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ilona must
discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and
powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her
mother told her—love is stronger than death.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">Sneak Peek at <i>Awaken
from Death</i>:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The blond
boy didn’t walk up to a urinal or into one of the stalls, or even up to the
mirror. He stood in the middle of the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Invisible,
Lettie watched curiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Something
moved backward away from him. Out of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She
recognized Archer’s shiny black hair and strong frame even before she could see
his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She
gasped. <i>But ghosts can’t inhabit people.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The blond
boy shook his head and looked around. “Fuck.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“I’m
sorry,” Archer murmured so the boy wouldn’t hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Lettie
stared at both of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The blond
boy turned, leaned his hands on the counter, and looked at himself in the
mirror…not the way people usually looked at themselves. It was more like he was
trying to see something more than was in the reflection.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Archer
watched him, as if waiting for him to see something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Then
Lettie understood. Archer hadn’t merely inhabited the boy—he’d possessed him.
But there were only a couple ways that’d be possible—if he were half ghost, or
if he…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A memory
struck Lettie like a horse galloping across a battlefield. An ancient memory.
Lettie had been around since the beginning of time on Earth, but most of those
thousands of years she let slink around the crevices of her mind. It was mostly
just walking the bridge with the newly deceased. There were a few memories,
though, that burned into her every time she let herself pull them forward. And
burned was precisely the right word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She
knew—or rather, remembered—why Archer would never leave Ilona.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">M.S. Kaye has several published books under
her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in
Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense
and the unusual at </span><a href="http://www.booksbymsk.com/"><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">www.BooksByMSK.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-17568219204928072682016-07-04T01:00:00.000-04:002016-07-04T01:00:34.298-04:00Incendiary for 99 cents<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jake always thought bad things happened in threes. If
so, he wondered what would round out the trio.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> The arson
counted as number one. Tim Hagerty on his doorstep might be number two. They’d
parted as friends when he left, but a lot of years passed since then. Jake had
spoken to him for the first time three weeks prior to his return to Biggin
Hill. In fact, he wouldn’t be back except for Tim’s offer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Tim, come
in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; text-indent: .3in;">
<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Just wanted
to see how you’re settling in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Jake led Tim
back to his kitchen. He didn’t know what to expect of this visit. Or what to
think about it. “Beer?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Sure.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> He opened
two imports and handed one to his old friend. Silence ensued as Jake took a
swig.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “So, you
glad to be back?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Jake
frowned. “Not sure yet”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Tim sat on a
metal chair and placed his beer on the table. “I know it’s only been a few
weeks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Not much
has changed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Not much
does in a small town. A few more houses built. That’s about it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Jake sipped
his beer. “It feels right to be back here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Does that
have anything to do with Chelsea?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> The sound of
her name kicked his heart’s beat off rhythm. “I haven’t really talked to her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Tim’s
eyebrows shot up. “No? I would have thought she’d be your first stop. Then
maybe Brad’s reaction to your relationship with her might stop you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Jake rubbed
the back of his neck. He ignored the comment about Brad. The two old friend’s
hadn’t parted on the best of terms. “I’m not sure I’m on her A-list.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “True,
considering how you left.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> A stab to
the heart. Was Tim after Chelsea? His hand found his chest. “Ouch.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Tim shrugged
then lifted his beer. “Truth hurts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> His friend
had never been the most tactful person. “So what’s your interest in her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> A grin broke
out on his face, or a leer. “What any red-blooded American male would want.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Really?”
His heart hurt. “Does she return the interest?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Tim retained
some unrequited love for Chelsea when they’d been younger. So the torch still
burned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I think she
plays it close to the vest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Jake
couldn’t deny that when it came to men, Chelsea didn’t broadcast her feelings.
At least she hadn’t to him. Maybe she hadn’t felt anything for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Booth leaned against the wall in
the firehouse, his gaze glued to the beer trailer. When the contract had come
down, he hadn't believed whom he would have to kill. She couldn't look any more
harmless.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She did know how to defuse bombs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Go figure.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The kill would be easy. Still, he
hadn't been given the go ahead yet. He'd practice his shot until it was time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Even if that wasn't how he'd kill
her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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For a moment his heart wasn't in
it. He tamped that down. It was unprofessional. Exactly what they'd feared
would happen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He shook his head. No. He'd do the
kill.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shifting his shoulders to ease the
tension, he wondered if he was getting too old for this life. He longed for a
beach somewhere. The millions he'd stashed away would work for him for many
years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Just one more, he kept repeating to
himself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One more dead body and he was free.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He could feel the sun on his face
already. There'd be beautiful women to attend to him. There were no virgins in
heaven for him and he was fine with that. He wanted his reward in this life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He rubbed a hand down his face. The
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His mark stepped out. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Time to put on his concerned face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As she trudged to answer
the door, she attempted to shake off her bad mood. She hoped her public face
would cover the emotions churning inside of her. Taking a deep breath, she
plastered a smile on her face and opened the door. "Tim?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He leaned against the
doorjamb as if he owned the place. His gray suit and brown wingtips screamed <i>banker</i>. His paisley tie sat loose and
crooked on this neck. He didn't look rakish, just unkempt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">A smile blossomed. In the
right light it resembled a leer. "Chelsea."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She hung onto the door
tighter than she needed to. "What can I do for you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He pushed his way in and
swaggered to the office. "This is a friendly call."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She bit back an oath.
"Oh?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He turned to face her.
"Can we talk? Somewhere private?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She motioned back to the
office.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"You first."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Shrugging, she brushed
past him, plopped into the chair behind the desk then picked up a magazine to
fan her face. The air conditioner hadn't gotten up to speed yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"I'd offer you
coffee, but we don't have any."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"How are
things?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Chelsea restrained her
eyes from rolling. "Cut to the chase, Tim."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He settled himself on a
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She put her hands behind
her back, instead of what she wanted to do. Wouldn't he be surprised if she
grabbed his lapels and demanded to know what the hell he was doing here?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-59670833020048100482016-07-01T01:00:00.000-04:002016-07-01T01:00:24.161-04:00A HUMAN ELEMENT for 99cents<div class="CM4" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .3in;">
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">by Donna Galanti<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Two loud cracks shot out over the
howling wind. The hands on him fell away. He let out a huge sigh, dizzy from
holding his breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ben opened his eyes and craned
his head around to see what had happened. Under the bright moonlight the
outline of the two big Samoans rose up from the overgrown road. They didn't
move. The wind whipped the giant leaves of the banyan and guava trees about like
sails on a great clipper ship. The buzz of traffic from the new Pali road
carried up to him from below. He scanned the area. What had happened? Who else
hid out there? He pulled at the stakes. His hands shook as he tried to break
free. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Forget it, kid, they're
held down in cement," a deep voice said. "These stupid locals make up
these playgrounds just to mess with us <i>haoles</i>." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ben swallowed the saliva stuck in
his throat and focused on his surroundings. There stood the green-eyed man,
hidden in the swaying banyan trees. His black outfit blended into the dark
forest. He moved toward Ben and holstered his gun, then popped open a
switchblade from his back pocket. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"I am not here to hurt
you," the man said when Ben shrunk into the rock. "I'm going to cut the
ropes." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">In a few swift movements he slit
the ropes binding Ben, who staggered back. The man caught him and held him up,
then ripped off the duct tape. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Who are you?" Ben's
body trembled from the rush of fear and a fierce headache pounded in his temple.
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The man didn't answer. He bent
over one of the dead Samoans and pulled out a wallet. He looked inside and
threw it at Ben. "It's yours." Then the man led him by the arm down
the overgrown road where he handed Ben his clothes from the brush. He tried to put
them on but his hands shook so bad the man had to help him. He winced from the
whip marks brushing against his jeans and shirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Come on," the man
said. Ben looked back at the dead men sprawled face down. They oozed like two
fat walruses sunning themselves in the moonlight. "Don't worry about them.
I'll dump them later, somewhere they'll never be found." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">In a daze, Ben followed his
savior up the rough road, stumbling behind him in the dim moonlight. Those men
had carried him unconscious down this road. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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eyes glowed in the moonlight that filtered into the car. "Someday you
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Laura Armstrong’s friends and adoptive family members are being murdered, and
despite her unique healing powers, she can do nothing to stop it. The savage
killer haunts her dreams, tormenting her with the promise that she is next.
Determined to find the killer, she follows her visions to the site of a crashed
meteorite in her hometown. There, she meets Ben Fieldstone, who seeks answers
about his parents’ death the night the meteorite struck. In a race to stop a
madman, they unravel a frightening secret that binds them together. But the
killer’s desire to destroy Laura face-to-face leads to a showdown that puts
Laura and Ben’s emotional relationship and Laura’s pure spirit to the test.
With the killer closing in, Laura discovers her destiny is linked to his, and
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</span></b><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Be afraid.
Be very afraid. And be utterly absorbed by this riveting debut that had me
reading till the wee hours of the night. A thriller star is born.” –</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">M.J. Rose, </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">International bestselling author<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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elegant and haunting first novel. Unrelenting, devious but full of heart.
Highly recommended.” –</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Jonathan
Maberry</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">, New York
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Donna
Galanti</span></strong><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> is the
author of <em>A Human Element</em> and <em>A Hidden Element </em>of The Element
Trilogy (</span><a href="http://www.imajinbooks.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Imajin Books</span></a><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">) and the <em>Joshua and The Lightning Road</em>
series (</span><a href="http://www.month9books.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Month9Books</span></a><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">). Donna is a contributing editor
for International Thriller Writers the </span><a href="http://www.thebigthrill.org/"><i><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Big Thrill</span></i></a><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> magazine and blogs with other middle grade authors at </span><a href="http://project-middle-grade-mayhem.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Project Middle Grade Mayhem</span></a><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">. She’s lived from England as a
child, to Hawaii as a U.S. Navy photographer. Visit her at </span><a href="http://www.elementtrilogy.com/"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">www.elementtrilogy.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> and </span><a href="http://www.donnagalanti.com/"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">www.donnagalanti.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-7678387919265627542016-06-23T01:00:00.000-04:002016-06-23T01:00:05.066-04:00One-Hit Wonders<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">
Even One-Hit Wonders Deserve a
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How often have you thought about an
old TV show or movie you enjoyed and wondered whatever became of the stars who
kind of faded from view? When you see <i>Sixteen
Candles</i> on AMC, for example, you don’t have to search far to find Molly
Ringwald or Anthony Michael Hall because they’re still active, but oh…what
about Jake Ryan? ;) Every once in a while I’ll see a “where are they now”
click-bait story revealing the whereabouts of former actor Michael Schoeffling,
and others like him, and it’s this curiosity that partly inspired my newest
romance, <i>Finish What You Started.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m not an actor, but I have
undergone the career shift from teaching to writing. When we hear stories of former
child stars it seems some are bleaker than others. A few transition to
adulthood and keep their careers, some fall into financial or legal trouble,
and others retire from the public life and start over. <i>Finish What You Started</i> is about two former child stars determined
to shed the images thrust on them by their iconic TV roles. Gabby wants to work
behind the camera, Dash wants to be a serious actor and leave the geek
character he played behind. Initially it doesn’t work out, but when these two
meet up after ten years they have a second chance at fame, and love.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All Dash wants to do is prove he has
talent beyond his Urkel-like character on TV. Hollywood is ready to dismiss him
as a one-hit wonder or one-trick pony, but he’s about to prove everybody wrong.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What is your favorite one-hit
wonder? It could be a show, song, a movie, whatever. I’d love to know. I’d also
love it if you entered the giveaway below. I’m sending out to one winner a
prize pack featuring a delightfully snarky coffee mug, a gorgeous mini-notebook,
and one audiobook from my backlist, to be gifted via Audible. Good luck!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Finish What You Started </i>by Kathryn
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<b>Contemporary
Romance<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Totally
Bound Publishing<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Buy:
https://www.totallybound.com/book/finish-what-you-started<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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In this business, it gets hot under
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Once a teen idol, Gabby Randall now
spends her time behind the camera. With her show Danse Macabre scripted and
greenlit for a popular streaming site, she has everything she wants…except her
star. Deadlines are looming and she’s desperate to cast the role of a
modern-day, motorcycle-riding Grim Reaper. She never thought she’d end up
hiring her former co-star, TV’s most beloved geek…and her ex-husband.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until the day he dies, people will
remember Dash Gregory as Freddie “Grody” Grodin, the token geek friend of the
cool kids at Wondermancer High. After years of casting agents overlooking him
for plum roles, Dash wants to show Hollywood he’s more than a one-note player.
He’s ready to break the vicious typecasting cycle, and he’s set his sights on
the lead role in a sexy new series too hot for network TV.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When the director yells “Cut!” the
star wants to keep up the action behind the scenes. Are Dash and Gabby willing
to make ratings history again?<o:p></o:p></div>
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When he returned to the main room,
he found the trays folded and back on the rack, and Ace snuggled into Gabby’s
side. “Later, buddy.” He snapped his fingers and the terrier bounced toward the
bathroom. “He’s too suave for his own good,” he told Gabby with a smile, which
soon fell on seeing her suddenly melancholy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What’s wrong? Was it dinner? Do you
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“No, everything was great. Perfect.”
She moved to sip her wine, but instead set it on the coffee table. “I was just
thinking of what we had here tonight, and it played out like a typical night at
home.” After a beat she added, “Well, a typical night if we—I—were a couple.
Married…whatever.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I hear you.” Damn, she looked cute
when she rambled. “I haven’t done typical in a while, and it’s not bad. I still
owe you a dinner out, though. I do want to celebrate with something fancy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’d rather do this again.” Gabby
kicked off her shoes and tucked one foot under her. Comfy, at home, not bad at
all. “I’ve wanted to do something like this every day for the last ten years.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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With you. She didn’t say the words,
but he imagined them on her lips as she bit down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He sensed a flood coming as she
blinked rapidly, and he looked around for something to help stem it. He never
bought tissues, usually used TP if he needed to blow his nose, and the idea of
handing her a full roll seemed absurd. He settled in next to Gabby, ready to
lend a shoulder. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“We don’t have to talk about it if
it hurts too much,” he said, more for himself. His mother had once offered to
pay for therapy to help him through the worst of the breakup, but he’d refused.
Work served him well, when he got it, and he preferred to keep his feelings
about Gabby to himself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, himself and one other person.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’ll be fine.” Gabby stuck a pinkie
finger in her eye to rid it of a tear. “You know me, I’ve always been an
emotional gal. Remember when we filmed Doctor Arturo’s death scene?” She sighed
and looked at him. “I bawled for days.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So did he. He’d just bought a house
when he was written out.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I also don’t normally wear skirts this
short,” she said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He had no reason to object. “Yeah, I
wondered about that. You were always a conservative dresser.” Product of a
Catholic family, he guessed, but he liked that about her. Gabby wore everything
well, but his mind kept returning to the naughty librarian fantasy. Maybe stick
a few pencils in her hair, done up in a bun with a few tendrils hanging loose…<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What’s that look on your face?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hm?” The bubble popped, and he
shrugged. “I just remembered I need to renew my library card.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You are so silly. What does that
have to do with what we’re talking about?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He chose not to say. “I’m sorry.
Just a crazy day. So there’s a reason for the wardrobe change?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gabby smiled, flushed. “It goes back
to that ‘special friend’ misunderstanding.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ah.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I hoped to outdo her. Yes, I’m
shallow.” She rolled her eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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“No, you’re a human with
insecurities. Just like me. It doesn’t help we both grew up in show business
families where that sort of thing is encouraged.” He could spend the rest of
the evening reminding her of all the crap stage parents foisted on their
children. You had to have a cuter face than the other boys reading for your
part. Your dimples had to go deeper, your freckles had to cross the bridge of
your nose just so. How often had Walter and Marie drilled the importance of
looking better than every ingénue in California into Gabby’s head?<o:p></o:p></div>
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It didn’t go away easily. He could
relate. Though his mother hadn’t been as bad as Marie Randall, she’d put
pressure on him more than once during casting calls. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He stretched out his arm, inviting
her close. For a moment they sat on the sofa and he held her, and it felt nice.
It felt like home, like what the last ten years should have been for them. “You
will always have a special place in my heart,” he said. “Whatever happens
between us on this show, it can only result in good things.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She pulled back a bit to regard him.
“I want to tell you something.” After a beat she added, “Since our first time
in Vegas…there hasn’t been a second time for me. With anybody.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Huh? “For real? Why are you telling
me—”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m not asking for you to say the
same thing, Dash. I never expected you to go celibate, and I didn’t think it’d
be this way for me. I just got busy with work.” She shook her head. “I wanted
you to know because…” she swallowed hard, “I never wanted another first time
with anybody else.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She gazed into his eyes. Her deep
brown gaze, smooth as chocolate and calling to his soul, drew him closer. He
was done for.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">
<b>About
the Author<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Kathryn Lively is an award-winning
writer and editor, Slytherin, Whovian, and Rush (the band) fan. She loves
chocolate and British crisps and is still searching for a good US dealer of
Japanese Kit Kat bars.<o:p></o:p></div>
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MORE ABOUT KAT:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Site & Blog:
http://www.kathrynlively.com<o:p></o:p></div>
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Twitter:
http://twitter.com/MsKathrynLively<o:p></o:p></div>
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Facebook Page:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kathryn-Lively-Author/674430962660461<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pinterest:
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Goodreads:
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Mallory bit down and then yanked at
the arm. Her meager strength came from another rush of adrenaline.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Whoa, Mallory. It's just me."<o:p></o:p></div>
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The familiar voice froze her before
she could do any damage. Oh crap. As if her day hadn't tanked already.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One by one she uncurled her fingers
from around his wrist. Her shaking hands grasped the steering wheel, knuckles
white.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her eyes fell closed. If she had a
list of people she never wanted to see again, his name would be at the top. Why
here? Why now? This was the last thing she needed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She steadied her breath and her
gaze scanned the parking lot. No one stirred or walked to their car. She couldn't
be seen with him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Don't turn around. Just
drive. I'll be hunkered down in the back."<o:p></o:p></div>
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She started the car and drove home.
Her knuckles remained white. "What the hell are you doing here?" <o:p></o:p></div>
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"I think you know."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of course. "The bomb in our
trailer?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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Emotions roiled her stomach. She'd
have to stock up on antacids if Trey was back in her life. And she had just
been thinking how nutty this week of fair preparations had been. Now it all
looked so easy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her thoughts shifted to the events
of the evening. Who had put the bomb there? It wasn't a prank if this guy was
here. This was bigger than all of Coleville, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Centre</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>.
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She pulled in front of her house, a
two-story <st1:place w:st="on">Cape Cod</st1:place> set down a long driveway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"We're here and no one can see
you from the road," she said. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She got out of the car, leaving her
guest to follow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank you, Chris, for hosting me here
today. You know, I get a real thrill when I come across a great bad guy or gal
in crime fiction. A character I really love to hate. Unfortunately, not all writers
take the same care in developing their antagonists as they do with their
protagonists.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Writers put a lot of time and thought into
creating their heroes, giving them backstories, motivation, even throwing in a
few flaws, which they may or may not overcome. But they too often ignore their
antagonists, which is a big mistake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Villains are some of the worst characters
I meet in manuscripts, and not in a good way. What I mean is that they are
frequently cardboard. Most are presented as purely evil: Mwoo-ha-ha villains,
as we call them around the office.” Notes New York literary agent Donald Maass
in <i>The Breakout Novelist</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Even characters who merely oppose, rather
than attack, the protagonist—and provide much-needed conflict in a novel—are
often poorly developed. Without strong resistance, readers probably wonder why
the protagonist has such a hard time in reaching his goal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In my stories, I avoid completely evil
antagonists because I can’t believe in them. No one is bad all the time. Antagonists
lash out because of jealousy, fear or greed—feelings all of us have had. Some are
driven by personal demons. And some antagonists can be sympathetic. What’s important
is that they are well-rounded and believable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I invest some time in creating my bad guys
and gals, opening up their unexpected sides and justifying some of their
actions. In my latest Pat Tierney mystery, <i>Raven
Lake</i>, I have two antagonists. Both are smart and strong, as smart and as
strong as Pat Tierney. One is driven by jealousy, the other by greed. I found
myself really liking one of them. In other circumstances, I could see this character
being my friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">These are some of the things I like to explore
in an antagonist:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What is his/her main
problem, conflict or goal? What does he want the most?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Does that conflict with my
protagonist’s goal?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">How plausible is his
motivation?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What is the opposite of
what he wants? And can he want <i>both</i>
things at the same time?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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What would be the consequences of failing to achieve his goal?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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novel and make plotting it easier. And a great villain can take a story to a whole
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Rosemary
McCracken has worked on newspapers across Canada as a reporter, arts reviewer,
editorial writer and editor. She is now a Toronto-based fiction writer and
freelance journalist. Her first Pat Tierney mystery, </span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Safe Harbor</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">, was shortlisted for Britain’s Crime Writers’
Association’s Debut Dagger in 2010 and published by Imajin Books in 2012. It
was followed by <i>Black Water</i> in 2013. “The Sweetheart Scamster,” a Pat
Tierney mystery in the anthology <i>Thirteen</i>, was a finalist for a
Derringer Award in 2014.</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Rosemary’s third Pat
Tierney mystery, <i>Raven Lake</i>, has just
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<b><u><span lang="EN-CA">Safe Harbor:</span></u></b><span lang="EN-CA"> <a href="http://mybook.to/SafeHarborTierney" target="_blank">myBook.to/SafeHarborTierney</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">by M.S. Kaye<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">She was once his secret
desire… Will she be again?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Father
Aiden, an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he
struggles to stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he
can’t keep her out of his dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Then
one day she shows up for a pre-marital counselling session with her fiancé,
Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who he says he is, but what does that
mean for Maylynn, and for himself?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Will be released August 4, 2016 from
Inkspell Publishing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px; text-align: start;">Amazon preorder link: </span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GIL5MO8&source=gmail&ust=1465039081498000&usg=AFQjCNHMZh1wAgtXaxaSZ6Ovmr1MMCcF7A" href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GIL5MO8" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px; text-align: start;" target="_blank">https://www.amazon.com/dp/<wbr></wbr>B01GIL5MO8</a></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">M.S. Kaye has several published books under her
black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in
Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense
and the unusual at </span><a href="http://www.booksbymsk.com/"><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">www.BooksByMSK.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">To receive news on upcoming releases, sign up for
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<b><i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Once</span></i></b><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "cambria" , serif;">, book one<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing</span><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Her first and also her once</span>.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths
cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other
has to say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But Jonathan is three days from
entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable
to find peace.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without each other’s comfort
and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories
of the one day that changed everything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Once & Forever</span></i></b><b><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">,
book three<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Will be released December 2016 from
Inkspell Publishing.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Eden,
a nun, is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets,
and her attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year
separation, Eden is finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t
she reached out to him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer,
confessing their pasts to each other, will they be able to resist getting too
close?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“You’re studying to be a priest?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">He made himself meet her eyes. “I am a
priest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">She let go of his hand and stepped back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Her smiled was tight. “I’m glad you found
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Quiet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">He couldn’t quite read her expression. The
distance between them felt like a gorge chiseled into the earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“Are you all right, Maylynn?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“I’m really happy for you.” Then she added,
“Father Aiden.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">For some reason, her words stabbed him in
the gut. He usually liked when people used his title—it seemed to imply a
certain amount of trust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“I’m sorry, Maylynn.” He wasn’t entirely
sure why he was apologizing. He just didn’t like to see her uncomfortable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“I’m happy for you,” she repeated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Then he realized what the problem was. He
hadn’t anticipated this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">He moved closer. “I’m so sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Her forced smile finally dropped. “Why
didn’t you tell me sooner?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“It didn’t occur to me…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“That I might be attracted to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“Why aren’t you wearing your collar?” Anger
prickled the edge of her voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“My mother’s last wish was that I find my
father. I’ve been following her notes. She was convinced he was somewhere in
this area.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“Wait… Your mother’s name was Adalina?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">He nodded. With the number of times the
shelter was mentioned in the notes, he figured his mother and Maylynn had met.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">A pause.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Anger flashed in her eyes. “You still
should’ve told me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“I’m sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“Why’d you play with me like that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“I swear that wasn’t my intent.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“You knew damn well what was going on. Was
it a game—see if you still had it? If you could still get the chicks?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Under the anger in her eyes, he saw the
hurt. He swore he could feel it exactly, as if it was his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">He shifted even closer, just in front of
her. “I’m sorry,” he said again. His voice lowered, quieted. “I didn’t see what
you were feeling because I was fighting so hard myself. I still am.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“Fighting what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“What I felt the first time I saw you, what
I’m still feeling.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">She waited, glaring at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">“I’m attracted to you,” he said.
“Intensely.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Security guard Evan
Dunstan pedaled faster. He didn’t have to check his watch. He knew he was
behind schedule thanks to Jenson Freakin’ Morlee, the world’s biggest
supervisory douche bag. What in holy hell had he done to piss Jenson off this
time? Or was the moron so bored that he thought it would be fun to make the
bike patroller ride across Southwest Trades & Technology’s entire campus
just to unlock a damn door for the janitors? The foot patrol guard in this zone
could have handled the request. Judging from the radio silence, the newbie
hadn’t had a busy shift.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Evan raced down the
walkway next to the stream that ran along the eastern perimeter of campus. It
had rained an hour ago then stopped. But the April night air still felt so damp
and heavy that Evan figured the sky would crack open and dump on him any
second. Thank god his shift was nearly over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;">He’d almost reached
the footbridge when a large dark blob in the stream caught his attention. Shit.
When would people stop dumping bags of garbage in the damn water? With a new
subdivision being built north of campus, a light industrial area to the west,
plus six crowded dorms on the premises, the culprit could be anyone. Evan skidded
to a stop and frowned. Although floodlights from the engineering building cast
some light on the narrow stream, it was too dark to clearly see the bag. Wait a
sec. Something was off. What was that white stuff protruding from the bag?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Propping the kickstand,
Evan removed the small flashlight attached to his belt then stepped nearer the
water. Oh shit! It was a hand! A freakin’ hand! And legs! He moved the
flashlight up the body until he spotted the grey fringe circling a bald head
that glowed like a moon. Evan shivered. Was the guy alive? He wouldn’t have to
perform CPR, would he? That first-aid course last year didn’t go so well after
he broke that manikin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Hey!” Evan called
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;">No response. Sweat
broke out on Evan’s back. He glanced around for help but no one was around.
Where the hell was the foot patrol guy anyway? He was supposed to help monitor
water levels whenever it rained. On his knees, Evan extended his arm and
touched the wrist. Oh, man. Ice cold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">Debra has published more than one hundred short
stories, essays, and articles for publications including <i>Chicken Soup for the Bride’s Soul</i>, <i>B.C. Parent Magazine</i>, and <i>The
Vancouver Sun</i>. Her criminology studies and experience as a patrol and
communications officer in security, provided inspiration for her Casey Holland
mysteries and Evan Dunstan novella, Dead Man Floating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="background: white; color: #333333;">One
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="background: white; color: #333333;">Security
guard Evan Dunstan didn’t expect to find a body floating in a campus stream. An
empty vodka bottle nearby suggests that the highly despised George Krenn, head
of the plumbing department, had drunkenly fallen in. Refusing to let the death
of a vile man ruin his romantic plans, Evan decides to leave the body for the
next shift to find.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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it’s discovered that Krenn was murdered, Evan has a lot of explaining to do. So
does his friend Sully, Krenn’s least favourite student. Evan uses his hacking
skills and campus knowledge to keep them both out of jail, but the
investigation forces him to question Sully’s innocence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="background: white; color: #333333;">Uncovering
the truth proves to be more than challenging. It may cost Evan his job, his
friendship, and his woman. Will Evan find the killer, or will the killer find
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swept up the mountain and across the frigid snow, giving no warning, no
threatening growl, just spreading tendrils, searching for a victim while Stone
Mountain Resort buzzed with energy, unaware of the impending doom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Kalin
Thompson gunned the engine of her snowmobile, forced its skis over a mogul, and
sped toward the summit of the Alpine Tracks run. The Holden ski team owned the
race course for next twenty minutes, and when the local team finished, Kalin
planned to ski the gates, just for one run, just for the adrenaline rush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Her
sled hit a patch of ice and slid toward a chairlift tower. She gripped the
handlebar and leaned left, edging around the structure, brushing the metal side
with her ski pants. Damaging equipment five days into being the director of
security at the resort would not impress her boss. She regained control and
drove toward the summit. Exhilarated by the ride, she skidded to a stop beside
Ben Timlin and let out a whoop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her a wink that could seduce even the coldest of hearts, Ben said, “Enjoying
yourself?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Kalin
glanced around and checked no one was looking in their direction. She leaned
over the handlebar, their ski helmets thudded, and she kissed Ben. “I am now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">At
the starting gates, a super-G racer sliced his skis backward and forward,
leaning hard on his poles in an aggressive stance, anticipating the signal to
launch onto the course. Frozen breath exploded from his lungs as he waited for
the skier ahead of him to clear the course.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Kalin
undid her helmet’s strap and pulled her neck tube over her chin. “How’s the
training going?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">“Not
great. I’m surprised Coach Jenkinson hasn’t cancelled the session.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">“Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">“More
than half the racers either slid off the course or fell. One sprained his ankle.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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injection?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">“Yup,
the course is a skating rink.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mountain’s one hundred and fifty-six-person chairlift covered five meters per
second from the bottom of the Alpine Tracks ski run to the summit, and the lift
clanged around the unloading station, dropping skiers and their gear several
meters from where Ben and Kalin waited. Kalin counted the last of the team
members arriving at the summit. Six skiers still had runs to conquer before she
could ski.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kristina Stanley is the best-selling author of the Stone
Mountain Mystery Series. Her first two novels garnered the attention of
prestigious crime writing organizations in Canada and England. Crime Writers of
Canada nominated DESCENT for the Unhanged Arthur award. The Crime Writers’
Association nominated BLAZE for the Debut Dagger. Her short stories have been
published in the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and The Voices From the Valleys
anthology. She is also the author of THE AUTHOR’S GUIDE TO SELLING BOOKS TO
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">The Traz</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">: Cops vs bikers on the Alberta prairie—oh, and throw
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Katrina looked past the parking lot to the brilliant autumn colours.
This used to be her favourite time of the year, with the fire of the foliage
under the mellow glow of a sun riding low on the horizon, the honking of geese
flying white against the azure sky. Hunting with Grandpa... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">The sound of traffic rattled her window and she slid open her eyes. A
diesel truck was grinding its way out of the parking lot and a motorcycle was
roaring in. The Harley stopped right outside her window. The rider dismounted and
tossed his jacket over the seat. Katrina caught sight of the emblazoned orange
letters of The Traz motorcycle gang on the black leather....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">She turned to watch the biker enter. He was about her dad's age. Unlike
her father though, he was a huge man in both height and weight. A tapestry of
tattoos snaked up his bulging arm muscles and disappeared under his T-shirt. He
could've sat in any seat in the diner, but he slid onto the bench across from
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rugged appearance was a disguise. There was definitely an aura of mystery about
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">His face was a block of carved features, topped with a shock of short
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published three novels in her ongoing gritty Young Adult BackTracker Series: <i>The Traz, Fatal Error</i>, and <i>Firewalls.</i> <i>The Traz</i> also comes in a School Edition. As well, she has to her
credit two adult science fiction novellas, <i>Schrödinger's
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farm near Tofield, Alberta, Canada, she now lives with her husband in Alberta’s
northern boreal forest in the St. Paul area. In addition to writing, she enjoys speaking to
youth and adults about the magic of literacy and the social and personal issues
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relieve as much weight as she could from Devyn as she helped her hobble to the
waiting vehicle. Once Devyn was seated in the cramped back seat, Morgan dug out
her emergency supply bag. She handed Devyn a blanket and a bottle of water. “I
have a first aid kit, but I think you need something a little more than a
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Morgan could see
why Nick trusted Devyn with his back. As she looked at the battered and bruised
woman, who had taken off into the desert in the middle of the night in bare
feet to prevent a criminal from getting away, she had to admire her. Devyn had
to be in extreme pain, yet not a complaint escaped her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Morgan looked up
to see Nick trudging toward her with an inert man slung over his shoulder. She
raced to the tiny back cargo area and moved a few items around so Nick could
squeeze the body in the vehicle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Not quite, but
we need to get him medical help A.S.A.P. The bullet didn’t hit any vital
organs, but I’m not sure how much damage he suffered from the knock to the
head” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Morgan watched as
Nick set the man down in the vehicle, and then she joined Devyn in the back
seat. Turning around and kneeling, she was able to lean over the seat and
assess his injuries. She folded up a handkerchief and placed it over the
gunshot wound and applied pressure. She wasn’t sure which was bleeding more,
the bullet hole or the bump and cut to the head, but she had to try and slow
the blood loss any way she could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“You okay?” Nick
asked as he turned to face Devyn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“I’ve had better
days, but sadly, I’ve had worse.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Morgan Hunter
sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she
wasn’t willing to do to succeed...until now. When she uncovers evidence that
the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must
reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she
finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at
nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust,
Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never
stopped loving. <span style="color: #333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Kim McMahill grew
up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of
the outdoors. She started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic
world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and
happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense.
Along with writing adventure novels Kim has also published over eighty travel
and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook.
Kim recently relocated to Colorado. When not writing, she enjoys gardening,
traveling, hiking, and spending time with family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-59289030856248404952016-04-03T01:00:00.000-04:002016-04-03T01:00:13.404-04:00Once<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Book One, by M.S.
Kaye<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Her first and also her once.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Jonathan and
Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear
what the other has to say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But Jonathan
is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his
peace. But he is unable to find peace.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without each
other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with
only memories of the one day that changed everything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>But are they able to forget and let
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell
Publishing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Add to your to-read on </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22096558-strong-as-death"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Goodreads</span></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">.<b><u><o:p></o:p></u></b></span></div>
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M.S. Kaye has several published books under
her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in
Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense
and the unusual at <a href="http://www.booksbymsk.com/">www.BooksByMSK.com</a>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To receive news on upcoming releases, sign
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<b><i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Once
& Again</span></i></b><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">, book two<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Will be
released September 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>She was once his secret desire…will she be
again?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Father Aiden,
an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he struggles to
stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he can’t keep her
out of his dreams. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then
one day she shows up for a pre-marital counselling session with her fiancé,
Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who he says he is, but what does that
mean for Maylynn, and for himself?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Once & Forever</span></i></b><b><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">, book three<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Will be released December 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Eden, a nun,
is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets, and her
attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year separation,
Eden is finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached
out to him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer, confessing their
pasts to each other, will they be able to resist getting too close?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“What’s
the answer?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
paused. “A switchblade.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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With
my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you
win?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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His
eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou
shalt not kill.’”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my
lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and
his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was
shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away.
But I knew him. Already, I knew him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re
still a good person,” I said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His
jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I
have faith in you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for
strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
leaned closer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
only watched him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still,
to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were
gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my
cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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My
heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to
pass?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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His
lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair,
the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely
touching. His warmth invaded my head.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“God
give me strength,” he murmured.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The
door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He closed his
eyes. Then he slid away from me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-25149334557028878252016-03-31T01:30:00.000-04:002016-03-31T01:30:03.848-04:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Madison Renault is a client service manager and
single mom living in New Jersey. Raleigh St. James is the new CEO of an
engineering firm in Connecticut, and Madison’s biggest client. Madison starts
to receive threats from a disgruntled former employee, and Raleigh uncovers a
web of corruption, targeting businesses up and down the East coast, including
his own. Now their already complicated lives are being invaded by bodyguards,
local police, and the FBI. Will their budding, long distance, relationship survive
the stress?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif;">Madi
took a sip of her wine. “How do you do it?” she asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif;">“Do
what exactly?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif;">Madi
spread her hands, “This. Your job. Risk your life to protect people. How do you
do it? Or perhaps a better question would be, why do you do it? You don’t even
know me, yet you would die to protect me. How is my life worth so much more
than yours?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif;">Dawn
looked baffled but realization dawned on Steve, “Saw your bodyguard in action
didn’t you?” Madi nodded. Steve took her hand, led her to the table and gently
nudged her to sit. “Look Madi, you can ask anyone in law enforcement, it’s not
a profession we choose, it chooses us. Almost like it is hardwired into our
DNA, ‘to serve and protect’ isn’t just a motto, it’s what we live, what we
breathe, with or without our uniform. It’s just what we are. It would be like
telling a singer she couldn’t sing, or a musician he couldn’t play, or a writer
she couldn’t write, yet they’d each find a way, because it is who they are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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James has a wife and two young kids.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif;">“Stop.”
Steve reproved. “And you only have one, and Dawn would take care of him and
love him if you were gone. Is that what you were going to say?” She didn’t
answer, but her silence spoke volumes. “If you start thinking like that, you
will drive yourself crazy. If James wasn’t assigned to you, he would be
assigned to someone else, doing for them exactly what he is doing for you. If
you want to protect him, then don’t give him a hard time, do exactly what he
says, when he says it, so he can focus on his job and not have to worry if
you’re a wild card in the scenario.” Steve pressed her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">International award winning author of The Bradford
Series historical romance novels, Christina Paul, mom of three, is married to
her childhood sweetheart and lives with him in Central New Jersey. She loves
escaping into the written world of her characters and enjoys watching the story
unfold as she writes, letting it surprise her as it does her readers. Christina
is currently working on the next installment in The Bradford Series as well as
several unrelated contemporary romance novels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Title: “Immortal
Relations, Love and War” book #2 of the current three part series.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was a short flight from Moscow to
St. Petersburg. There our party was met by two limousines and whisked along to
the historic Hermitage Museum. Arriving, it looked to me like the whole world was
there. I didn’t know why President Kolukov had asked me to wear the Russian
General’s Uniform he gave me, but I wanted to humor my good friend. We exited
the limousine onto a red velvet carpet that had wide gold piping down each side
and which looked to be almost 400 meters long. I thought it odd that President
Kolukov had me stand to his left and next to him, when Stephan was senior in
rank to my uniform. When we got to the head of the carpet, we turned. Stephan
and Adam moving behind us, I looked up and turning the corner onto the same red
carpet we had just traveled was someone I would recognize anywhere, under any
circumstances. It was Magdalena, on the arm of Roger, our doctor. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was confused, but when I saw the dress she wore, an exact copy of her hand made
blue dress, only in brilliant white and then heard the music, I realized what
was happening; Magdalena and I were getting married! My friends had somehow
arranged all this without even a hint that I picked up on. I had already
glanced at some of those on either side of the isle and thought I recognized
some political figures from various countries.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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look anywhere else; she was the only thing that existed in my universe. When
she got close, I noticed she had a ribbon with a gold star hanging from it
pinned over her left breast. I’d seen a similar medal, back when it was called
“Hero of the Soviet Union,” but this one had the double eagle of the Russian
Federation. Only an old “war horse” like me would notice that when the woman he
loved stood in front of him!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">An Eastern Orthodox Priest spoke the
vows, translated into English for me. Magdalena didn’t need a translator as she
spoke several languages, Russian being one of them. We both answered “I do” and
“I will,” then I was asked to put the ring on Magdalena’s finger – I started to
panic, but Kolukov stepped forward and handed me a ring. My eyes bulged when I
looked at it as it must have been five carats of a Red Ruby mounted in Gold! He
said it's just a little bobble courtesy of the Russian people and the
Hermitage. I placed it on the finger of my bride, we were officially married
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<b><span style="color: #1d1d1d; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Blurb: Immortal Relations, Love and War amps up the action of
the first book to a fever pitch. The greedy leaders of Communist China plan to
capture the oil, gold and mineral rich fields of Siberia by decapitating the
Russian Federations’ Government as a prelude to invasion. Minions of rich OPEC
Sheiks seek to stem the flow of Russian Oil so OPEC can raise prices to destroy
the economies of the West. They plan to use a “dirty bomb” to destroy the main
pumping station and have the radiation make the oil fields unusable.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of poisonous radiation could happen at any time. Worse, some scientists predict
the damaged nuclear reactor at Fukushima, Japan could collapse and cause a
potential Extinction Level Event! Who, or what, can be called upon to save
civilization and mankind and what impact will the vampire covens experience?
Could potentially catastrophic events turn out to offer unforeseen
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<b><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%;">Born in Washington D.C. early in WW-II, mother and child moved to
Texas as father went off to war in the Office of Strategic Services
(later became the C.I.A.). After the war, mother and child returned to
Arlington, VA to be joined by father now working in Wash. D.C. and on
"temporary duty" around the world. Guy was a long-distance runner,
which he continued when the family moved to Northern California in the late
50s. He graduated from Los Altos High School, obtained an Associate of Arts
from Foothill Junior College and Transferred to Texas Christian University,
graduating with a Bachelor of Science degree and a commission in the U.S.A.F.
While in Air Force he obtained a Master of Arts at Ball State University’s
European Campus. Upon his retirement from the service he completed a Master of
Education at Hardin-Simmons University. While in this program he
taught undergraduate Psychology, Sociology and Counselling at local
colleges as well as writing a book on the assessment and treatment of
Attention Deficit Disorder. He was then employed by the Texas Department
of Criminal Justice (TX Prison System) to write treatment programs for inmates
with addictions and later worked as an Associate Clinical Psychologist
performing intakes on prisoners. Guy retired early to care for his disabled
mother upon the passing of his father. He, his wife and their Pomeranians live
in West Texas. They have two grown children in other parts of Texas and four
grandchildren.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Life had its strange ways, presenting him with
a chance to love her as he should’ve loved her centuries ago</span></b><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">… </span></b><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">He must learn
how to bear a lonely life. As Kate had said, what kind of life could he give
her? Of course, she’d referred to Phantom and<span style="border: none;">
Christine, but Kate might as well have spoken of him and her. Yes, he could
provide for her, but not give her his heart, and love without heart just wasn’t
love.</span></span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">A corner of
clear plastic case sticking out of the pink wrapping on the passenger seat
caught<span style="border: none;"> his eye. Kate had the CD in her hand when she
left the car. She’d put the soundtrack in her purse. How had the case found its
way back to the car? Perhaps she left it behind to make sure he would return
it. No, she wouldn’t do such a deceitful thing. She <span style="border: none;">had
promised she believed him when he’d said he would see her again. He placed the
CD inside the glove compartment.</span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">He opened the
door and set one foot on the concrete. Emina’s ethereal whisper stopped him
from exiting his car.</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">‘</span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">The CD is a guarantee you’l<span style="border: none;">l pay Kate a visit.</span></span></span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">’</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">His heart ceased
for a few beats, pain stabbed at his chest. “Emina, my dove. You must not
interfere.”</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the backrest. How could he keep his vow whe<span style="border: none;">n he spent
every moment thinking of what life might’ve been had she lived? “That is one
promise that will have to go unfulfilled. I can never love another.”</span></span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">‘</span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">I will not cross over until you fulfill my
dying wish</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">. </span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">And there’s a matter of karmic debt you cre<span style="border: none;">ated
during your time with servant Kate. It must be repaid with this Kate. The
imbalance in your life goes back over three centuries.</span></span></span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">’</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">He raked his
fingers through his hair. Karmic debt, the concept of compensating for the ill
treatment of an essence durin<span style="border: none;">g its past life had to
be repaid to the reincarnated soul was not new. Emina was right. Her wish was
selfless. She had thought of him and their children, wanting him to find
someone who’d love them and who they’d love in return, and reclaim the balance
in <span style="border: none;">his life.</span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">‘</span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Open your heart and you’ll see there’s room
for love. Kate is not just another woman</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">. </span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She loves you to a fault</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">.’</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">“This Kate is
not the same woman I love—” He clamped his mouth shut before his tongue could
complete the word. Preposterous to think<span style="border: none;"> he had loved
a servant. “You saw me kiss her in the car?” Blood rushed to his head. What
would she think of him?</span></span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">‘</span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">You should be ashamed for allowing your
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love?</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">’ Her whisper fade<span style="border: none;">d, and he
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“I’m not
stubborn. It’s a sense of propriety. Stay with me, love. Let me explain. Don’t
leave.” Desperation edged his voice and closed his throat. ‘</span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">With you gone, I fear the beast is stirring
inside me,</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">’</span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;"> </span></span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">he <span style="border: none;">confessed, despite his qualms.</span></span></span><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;"> </span></span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">By not admitting
the fact he hung onto a false hope that he imagined the urges and the voice
every time he succumbed to desire for Kate.</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; line-height: 200%;">Warmth spread
over his chest. Emina’s whisper echoed in his mind. ‘</span><i style="line-height: 200%;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="border: none;">The beast is part of <span style="border: none;">you,
has been for centuries. Without it, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Once
you allow yourself to love Kate, the entity residing in you will be placated.</span></span></span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="border: none; line-height: 200%;">’</span></div>
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finals. Matthias Zrin, a three centuries old immortal, born into an
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her to write down his story to settle his late wife’s earthbound spirit. His
tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her
summer trip to Rušinić Castle. Their coming together settles the old spirit and
breaks an ancient curse and, in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries
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Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods
near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and
mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be
king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How
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He concentrated on Samantha. He’d never seen a woman as
gorgeous as she. Her howl stated she was in search of mate, but surely a woman
as beautiful as she would have suitors falling over themselves to have her. No
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“Have you been mated before?” he asked in a subtle attempt
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“Please don’t go.” Just having her near soothed him. She was
cute, feminine, and wore a timid expression that hinted at the suffering she
had endured. Even though he had only known her for a short time, he already
wanted to be her shield, protecting her from any harm that would come her way.
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her challenged him to be more than just a warrior. Ever since her howl in the
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military romance, contemporary, paranormal, and sci-fi. She lives in the
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There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training. [Haruki Murakami, writer, and runner]</div>
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Out of all disciplines, all the sport we have available, a marathon seems to be a very special race; not simply because of the length and the stamina required to ‘go the distance’ but also because it has become an incredibly popular distance for runners.</div>
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A marathon: the queen of all disciplines.</div>
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the large ship since this was her first cruise. The first night she has a
vision of one woman’s rape and murder. It’s not long before she is confronted
by the spirits of other young women who had also been raped and then murdered.
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them. Can she help these women find the justice they deserve?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As she neared the ship, her legs became heavier, hindering
her movement. Dread filled her heart and she wondered if it was an omen that
the trip would be plagued with sickness or could it possibly be a doomed ship
that would sink into the vast ocean. “Something’s wrong,” she said, exhaling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Tony placed a hand around her arm to lead her onto the
ship. His blue eyes pleaded with her. “Come on. There’s nothing to be afraid
of.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">He pulled harder but Lana planted her feet firmly,
refusing to move. “I’m not afraid. It’s a feeling, an omen, that something's
wrong. Definitely wrong." But as suddenly as the dark cloud had descended
upon her, it was gone—a heavy burden lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps the
foreboding was her fear of the large vessel, of being in the middle of the sea
without any land in sight. She took in a deep breath to steady her nerves,
determined she wouldn't go there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Tony frowned with apparent concern. “You okay? Should I
cancel the trip?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">She forced a smile. “No. I’m fine now. Besides, it’s too
late to get your money back. I can do this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t care about the money. I just want you to feel
safe. I’ve done this many times, although, it’s been a while and I can assure
you it'll be okay.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him, and she
laid her head onto his shoulder.<br />
She snuggled deeply into the curve of his neck and placed a light kiss on his
jawbone. “I trust you. I don’t know what happened. A deep-seeded dread came
over me and all of a sudden I couldn't move.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Where did it come from?” he asked, cradling her head to
his chest as she turned in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t know. But as suddenly as my imagination went
wild, it stopped. At first, I thought it was a sign that we shouldn’t go, and
now I feel an urgency to board, like something is beckoning to me, like someone
needs my help.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Will there ever be a trip where someone doesn’t need your
help?” he asked with irritation but continued to strum her long brown hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Please, Tony, don’t be like that. We’ve been married over
a year. By now you should understand that I have no choice. It’s a calling and
if there was anyone else to do it, I would step aside and let them have at it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">His frown turned to a smile. “I’m sorry. I know. It’s just
. . . I don’t know. I guess I’m just hardheaded sometimes. I’d hoped this would
be one trip taken without any ghost drama. I should’ve known better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You’re normally so understanding about my ghost drama,”
she said, mimicking him. “What’s with you today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">He shook his head as if trying to clear it from an
unwanted thought. “I sense something sinister myself. I’ve never felt this
before now. Could your gift be rubbing off on me?” True concern spread across
his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background: white; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif;">Other Books Available in the Series<o:p></o:p></span></b></h1>
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<strong><span style="border: none 1.0pt; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;">In book one,</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="border: none 1.0pt; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.kimcoxauthor.com/lana-malloy-paranormal-mystery-two-book-set/#hh"><span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #1982d1; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;">HAUNTED HEARTS</span></a><strong><span style="border: none 1.0pt; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;">, Lana sets out to solve her first case—the twenty-year old
cold-case and double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé. If
she succeeds, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck
as Haunted Hearts. With the help of the ghosts and a new love interest, she is
able to find the murderer.</span></strong><strong><span style="border: none 1.0pt; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; padding: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="border: none 1.0pt; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;">In book two,</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #373737; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.kimcoxauthor.com/lana-malloy-paranormal-mystery-two-book-set/#good"><span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #1982d1; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;">GET OUT OR DIE</span></a><strong><span style="border: none 1.0pt; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt; padding: 0in;">, the success of Lana’s first case has spread throughout the local
Charleston area and her business is booming. At one pro-bono job, Lana helps a
widow communicate with her late husband where she learns of a frightening new
ability—an ability that could give the next spirit, an angry ghost, the upper
hand if she’s not careful.</span></strong><span style="font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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three, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0134YIW8U/"><span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #1982d1; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif; padding: 0in;">THE WEDDING
CRASHER</span></a><span style="font-family: "book antiqua" , serif;">, Lana is on
her honeymoon in Gatlinburg, Tennessee when she learns that a reoccurring
vision about an abducted woman took place in nearby Knoxville. This case takes
her hiking up mountainsides and trekking through rough terrain to find a madman
before he can harm this young woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background: white; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif;">About Kim Cox<o:p></o:p></span></b></h1>
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<span style="background: white; color: #111111; font-family: "book antiqua" , serif;">Kim Cox is an author of Paranormal,
Mystery, Suspense and Romance. She lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North
Carolina with her chain saw artist husband, their West Highland White
Terriers--Scooter and Harley, and a Yorkie mix, Candi. Kim is published in
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Author
Tina Gayle grew up not knowing what she wanted to be as an adult. Then someone
asked her about my dream job, her answer, "I wanted to be a
pretender."<br />
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So the job of writing books is the perfect job for her. She has a vivid
imagination and enjoys creating new characters and heartbreaking situations
that her readers can sympathize with as they root for the couple's love to
blossom.<br />
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Before setting down with her computer, she worked in the corporate world as
both an accountant and a programmer. Once her kids were born, she decided to
give her dream of being a writer a try and loves to incorporate the heartaches,
headaches and fun of being a mother and a woman into my books.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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When not writing, she enjoys spending time with my family and traveling around
the country. She hasn't hit every state, but she hopes to someday. You might
also catch her on the golf course with her husband of 30 years.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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If you'd like to connect, send an email to tina@tinagayle.com. She loves to
hear from her readers. What elements you liked and what you didn't care for in
the story.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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Also, you can read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her
website or download an exclusive story "My Future Step Brother" and
join her special friend's list. All on her website www.tinagayle.net</span> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million
things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still
grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that
stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of
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Jason settled into the rocker. A
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“Yes, but at least I don’t have to
pick them up. I'm in a carpool with another mother down the street.” Brie
fluffed her pillow and crawled into bed. The soft cushion of the mattress
cupping her body, she melted against the sheets. Peace teased her mind at the
luxury of not having to jump up again in two seconds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, that's when I try to get
everything else done.” Brie reviewed the chores she hadn't accomplished today.
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“Well, there are meals to fix,
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“Don’t worry about it now. Just try
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<b>Fortuna by Elaine
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<span style="color: #262626; font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Aimee
Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection
pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy.
She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might
be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia
is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn
Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new business, Aimee’s
life is anything but dull.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">As they
appeared in the doorway leading into the arena, speakers blasted Rocky’s theme
song as the announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, Rocky Stone is in the building!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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blinded Aimee when they hit her. Rocky gave her a masterful kiss as dry ice
sent fog roiling around them. With Rocky striding out in front, she and Thin
Lips Rich followed, waving to the crowd and clapping the entire time. Rich
spread the ropes apart for her and Rocky to enter the ring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">She
strutted around, throwing kisses and motioning for the audience to stand up. The
crowd went crazy when a wild swirl of bagpipe music filled the arena. They
loved Rocky’s show. Clapping in unison, they cheered, “Rock-y. Rock-y. Rock-y.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">With the
focus off her, Aimee relaxed a little. <i>Thank
goodness nobody’s staring at me now. I hate the outfits Rocky wants me to wear.
‘Your clothes are a part of my stage personality,’ he said. He wants me to look
like a party girl.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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glared at the dress. It was made of spandex covered in electric blue sequins
and was so short it was dangerous to sit down. Not only that, her boobs would
probably fall out of the bodice any time now. The horrible dress had been
designed to push up the assets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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McCoy, whose hair was a greasy-looking, dirty blonde that reached his
shoulders, threw off his hat and black leather vest and shouted something to
Rocky, who ignored him. The barrage of noise intensified as Cade flexed his
muscles at the screaming fans. Aimee clapped her hands to her ears to protect
them even though it would annoy Rich. She’d be deaf before this debacle finally
ended.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was finished for the moment. She glared at Cade, kissed Rocky, and took Rich’s
arm as he escorted her from the ring, taking care not to catch her stiletto
heels in the ropes. The heels had blue sequins on them too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fifteen minutes were pure purgatory. She held her breath when Cade put Rocky in
a headlock and punched his face. He released Rocky and gave him a kick in the
butt that sent him sprawling. Rocky seemed dazed by the punches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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could get to his feet, Cade slipped under the bottom rope and shoved one of the
timekeepers from his chair. He grabbed the chair and took it into the ring with
him. As the crowd roared and screamed, he smashed Rocky from behind with the
chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade
paraded around the ring, jeering at the audience and gloating over Rocky’s
fall. Rocky should have gotten to his feet by now, but he hadn’t moved a
muscle. Cade strutted across the ring and kicked his leg. Hard. Rocky didn’t
move.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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didn’t realize she had gotten to her feet and was moving until she bumped into
the ring. “Rocky, get up,” she screamed, her voice reverberating around the now
strangely silent arena.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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referee hustled over to Rocky. He took the precaution of motioning Cade back,
even though Cade had moved away and wasn’t even close to Rocky. Bending over,
he touched Rocky’s shoulder and said something Aimee couldn’t hear. He barked
an order to the timekeeper, who picked up a radio.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Two
paramedics, exuding competence and authority, rushed to the ring with a
stretcher. They put Rocky in a neck brace and carefully loaded him onto the
stretcher. As they trotted out of the arena, Rocky’s arm fell from where it lay
on his chest. It looked so loose and floppy that Aimee screamed again. She ran
behind the paramedics with tears and mascara streaming down her cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/fortuna-12"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/fortuna-12</span></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/611196"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/611196</span></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina. She holds a master’s degree in personnel
services from Clemson University. She is
a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women
educators and is also a member of Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003
winner of the Timeless Love Contest.
When she isn’t writing or teaching, she enjoys reading, traveling, and
collecting vintage Christmas ornaments. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.elainecantrell.com/">http://www.elainecantrell.com</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.elainepcantrell.blogspot.com/">http://www.elainepcantrell.blogspot.com</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: Welcome to Centerville
Today, a Viewer’s Choice TV program. My name is Rhonda Dalton, and my guest
today is Cade McCoy. Cade, welcome to the show. Could you introduce yourself to
the viewers?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: (Smiles at Rhonda) I’d be
glad to. As Rhonda said my name is Cade McCoy, and I live at Bad Creek Farm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: Are you a farmer, Cade?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: I raise five gaited saddle
horses. All of them are show quality, purebred animals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: Was raising horses your
main goal in life?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: Yes, so far. I was only
wrestling to save money to buy the farm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: Horses are expensive.
What would you do if you won a million dollars?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: I’d get my breeding program
on the fast track and set up group homes and counseling for troubled kids.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: Is there a special lady
in your life?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: (hesitates) Maybe, but we
have a few things to work out between us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: What’s her name?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: I call her Sunshine,
although that’s just my nickname for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Rhonda: I hope everything works
out for you and your Sunshine, Cade. Thanks for being a part of our program
today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Cade: Thanks for having me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Chris Reddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00429148293004912993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928618793663269632.post-50850418424272559522016-03-09T01:00:00.000-05:002016-03-09T01:00:10.361-05:00#Authorexchange-Linda K. Sienkiewicz <div class="ecxp1" style="background: white; line-height: 16.0pt; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz writes women’s
fiction/contemporary romance. Her debut novel is titled</span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"> </span></b></span><span class="ecxs1"><b><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">In the Context of Love.</span></i></b></span><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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the Context of Love,</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"> </span></i></span><span class="ecxs1"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Angelica Schirrick wonders how her life could have gone so far
off-track. She remembers her forbidden high school romance with Joe Vadas, the
son of Hungarian immigrants. Scandal tore them apart, Joe disappeared, and
she’s spent years trying to recover from the split. Shortly after, a
devastating family secret shattered her sense of self, leading to a multitude
of bad choices that include marrying a man with a missing finger and enough secrets
of his own. She leaves her husband and, with two children in tow, begins a
journey of self-discovery that leads her back home to Ohio. She must find a way
to put the past to rest before she can be open to life and a second chance at
love. And what if Joe returns? Will he help her, or tear her family further
apart?</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mi</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16pt;">tchard, author of #1 NYTimes Bestseller, DEEP END OF THE OCEAN, says: “With
humor and tenderness, but without blinking, Linda K. Sienkiewicz turns her eye
on the predator-prey savannah of the young and still somehow hopeful.”</span></div>
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Jo Campbell, author of Michigan Notable Book MOTHERS TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS, says
“Sienkiewicz’s powerful and richly detailed debut novel is at once a love
story, a cautionary tale, and an inspirational journey. It should be required
reading for all wayward daughters, and their mothers, too.”</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’s different.” His grasp was
firm as he examined the top of the ring where the pointed end and the head
overlapped, but you and I know he wasn’t really interested in the ring. He
rubbed his thumb in the center of my palm, studying my eyes. A buzz ran up my
arm to my scalp as if he’d pressed a button or a trigger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What’s a nail wrapped around your
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That I’m tougher than I look.” It
sounded silly, spoken out loud, and I regretted telling him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Man, you’re one weird chick… the
way you dress, the things you say.” He didn’t let go when I tried to take my
hand back. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the inside of my
wrist. The devil’s breath on my pulse. “Do you know how to love, or is being
tough all you know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I gave him a cold, quiet stare,
but he didn’t back off the way another man might have. He held me fast with
black eyes that slid down my throat to settle between my breasts. My resolve
melted like a chocolate drop in his hand. I’ll be honest: I imagined him
picking me up from the stool and throwing me onto my back on one of the tables
behind us, legs apart, right here in the bar, and me liking it. This push-pull
game with a stranger in a business suit troubled and intrigued me. Pool balls
clicked like cap guns. Child’s play. Double dare yous. I reminded myself I was
done with one-nighters as I wriggled my hand away from his. I swallowed the
last shot and set the glass down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Thanks for the drinks and the
barstool analysis, doc. Session’s over.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He hopped up to help me with my
jacket, a gentlemanly gesture that made me self-conscious, as if I were
undeserving. “It’s late. Let me see you home,” he said, smooth as a key turning
a lock. I knew his routine. Next, he’d be pushing his way into my place, and
then his way into me. He slapped a couple of bills on the bar for Rufus and
said to me, “Wait a sec, gotta drain the monster first.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">His audacity made me laugh. The
minute the cocky bastard turned his back, though, I was out the door. And I
almost got away, too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Here’s an interview with Angelica Schirrick, the
narrator of</span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"> </span></b></span><span class="ecxs1"><b><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">In the Context of Love:</span></i></b></span><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1. Do you have a nickname?</span></b></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
<span class="ecxs1">I’ve been called troublemaker, short stuff, hot stuff,
cupcake, angel, and</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="ecxs1"><i>hure</i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i> </i></span><span class="ecxs1">(by my German grandmother — don’t ask why), but most people call me
Angie.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1">I’m the marketing and community service director for Safe
Harbor, a non-profit women’s domestic violence shelter in Cleveland, Ohio. Not
too bad for someone with an associate’s degree from a community college.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">3. What’s your most important goal?<br />
</span></b></span><span class="ecxs1"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">That would be to raise sane children, which isn’t
easy when they have a felon for a father. Of course, if I hadn’t married the
sick bastard, I wouldn’t have two children to begin with. I can’t win.</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">4. Are you wealthy, poor or in-between?</span></b></span><span class="ecxs1"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
I’m comfortable. So what if my plates are chipped, my end tables have water
rings, chew marks from toddler’s teeth and dings from Tonka trucks? Who
wouldn’t want a home out of <i>House
Beautiful </i>with Pottery Barn furniture, cherry wood cabinets, granite
counters and a sunken tub? I’m comfortable. Let’s leave it at that.</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">5. What is your secret desire or fantasy?<br />
</span></b></span><span class="ecxs1"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">That’s easy – to marry Joe, the love of my life, the
man who disappeared as cleanly as if he’d been tied to an engine block and
dumped in Lake Erie.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Author
Linda K. Sienkiewicz</span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"> </span></b></span><span class="ecxs1"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">attributes her creative drive to her artistic mother, who taught
her to sew, and her father, who let her monkey around with the gadgets in his
workshop. Her poetry, short stories and art have been published in more than
fifty literary journals. She has a poetry chapbook award from Bottom Dog Press
and an MFA from The University of Southern Maine.</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="ecxs1">Twitter</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="https://twitter.com/LindaKSienkwicz" target="_blank"><span class="ecxs3"><span style="color: #0068cf; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">https://twitter.com/LindaKSienkwicz</span></span></a><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
<span class="ecxs1">Pinterest</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/lindaksienkwicz/" target="_blank"><span class="ecxs3"><span style="color: #0068cf; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">https://www.pinterest.com/lindaksienkwicz/</span></span></a><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><br />
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