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A Lethal Dose of Love, murder at Lake Ontario
What on earth were Sean and Payton doing in the middle of Main Street? Claire stopped the little hatchback two feet from Sean Adams’ left elbow. He never flinched, never looked her way. He stabbed an index finger in the air just above Payton Winters’ left breast. Payton held her ground.
Good girl. Time someone stood up to him. Claire turned down the CD playing Neil Sedaka’s “Bad Blood.” She rolled down the window and was assaulted by a chilly May wind off the harbor.
Sean’s index finger moved up, now poking the space just under Payton’s nose. “We had a deal.”
Payton didn’t back an inch. “There was no deal.” She said each word with definition, no backing down there, either.
He took a step and a half forward and leaned in her face. “We had a deal.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” She made two sideways steps, but he grabbed her arm and jerked her back. She shot him a glare rivaling Scarlett’s to Rhett.
He was going to hurt her. Claire got out of the car and dashed toward them. Why couldn’t he just leave people alone?
Sean spotted Claire. “What do you want, you old biddy?”
Claire positioned herself arm-to-arm with Payton. The united front—or possibly the crowd of onlookers who’d gathered on the sidewalk—forced Sean to slap his mouth shut and stalk across the street and inside his café.
Two taps on a horn spun Claire around; she threw the driver a shrug and went to move her car out of the way. What were those two fighting about? Yesterday at the yacht club meeting everything was fine. Wasn’t it?
Come to think of it, maybe everything hadn’t been fine. Sean asked Payton to be his sailing partner, and she said she was buying a boat and partnering with someone else. Still and all, that shouldn’t lead to something like this. He’d been spouting something about a deal. Deals meant money. Claire got out of the car. Maybe Payton wanted to talk; when Claire was upset it helped talking to Mamie.
But Payton had disappeared.
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Lethal Dose of Love
Payton Winters thinks she's leaving her skeletons behind when she starts a new life in Sackets Harbor, NY. But starting over isn't as easy as changing hometowns. An errant word or action can spawn gossip and trouble. Big trouble. In Sackets…AMAZON.COM
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Golden Girl - Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat, Think With Your Taste Buds: A Book and A Dish
Amber Fielding may be young but that doesn't stop her from enjoying a life of luxury to its fullest. Her father, who owns one of the best hotels in South Beach, has made sure she wants for nothing but also that a price comes with everything which includes her working for what she has.
Her beauty won her a feature in Teen Vogue and she has now become an item of publicity but the publicity manager her father found for her isn't quite what she had dreamed of. Then she meets Nick Crawford who is doing a documentary on the architect of South Beach. Not only is Nick 'hot' he also seems to have an attraction to Amber and has promised to include shots of she and her best friends in his documentary. But... there is something not quite right. He seems to be attracted to her friend Shay too. And when he sends a beautiful arrangement of flowers to her friend Zia, that really struck a note with Amber. He was becoming her boyfriend, wasn't he?
Being the owner of a hotel like the Fielding often has its perks. One of the perks turned out to be Johnny Wilde and his band The Changelings booking the whole 11th floor of the hotel. So when Amber is invited to the after party she can't wait. This was going to be fun, or was it?
Author Mary Kennedy has written a book that follows Amber Fielding and her best friends through good times as well as bad. She has given Amber character with morals as she takes her through trust and believing in people, but also shows how that trust can sometimes be deceiving. This book is one that I feel most young ladies would enjoy reading and even learn a little from.
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Joyce Zeller
October 14 at 12:26pm
#BooktownUSA Just released novel of ghostly possession. A couple renting a house while shooting a film are caught in a centuries-old feud between two ghosts.
Lancaster County, 2005
The farmhouse stands alone, hidden by massive, black-leafed Crimson maples—a silent testimony to the triumph of tenacity over time. For two hundred years the old house has withstood the indignities of neglect, locked in a struggle for survival, for there is unfinished business to settle.
It began as a simple, two-story box of gray fieldstone, laid by the hands of an unskilled German immigrant. Before the Civil War, new owners doubled the size, added gables, and a wide porch—front and back—two houses combined as one.
Thus it endures—tall, vacant windows staring with dead eyes in shocked surprise at the mortal world. Past injustices must be resolved before it can crumble and return to the earth.
Occasionally tourists, exploring the narrow by-ways, notice the house set well back from the traffic. They pull the car into the lane thinking, perhaps, to take a picture, because the house is very old. Some will mount the rotting steps to the porch, trying to see through windows opaque with dust, curiosity getting the better of their judgment.
The moist air thickens around them, humidity gathers into a mist that pulsates with menace and they are seized by a panicked craving to return to the sunlight. The feeling is so intense, they swallow their heart and run for the road, shivering in the sudden cold; considering for the first time in their lives, the possibility of ghosts.
An unheard voice, filled with longing and grief, cries, "A child, a child is coming." The sound of sobbing fills the air and a frightened rabbit runs wildly for its life, scribbling a frantic path in the tangled grass.
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Marilyn Levinson
A excerpt from my new YA horror-suspense, The Devil's Pawn:
Pol stopped swinging and fixed her gaze on me. It was too dark to see her amazing blue-green eyes, but I felt them studying me.
“Did you hear?” she asked. “A girl died yesterday, over in Chatham Falls.”
Death. My stomach started swirling.
“She was going to visit her cousin two blocks away, only she never got there. It was dusk—like it is right now. They found her the next day, lying on the side of a road outside of town.”
Andy said, “The weird thing is, there were no wounds or bruises on her body. No sign of strangulation, stabbing, head wound, or gunshot. Just like the other one.”
Pol yanked her brother’s arm. “We don’t need the details.”
“You started it. I’m just filling in the facts.”
“Poor kid,” Pol said. “Melissa went to Shady Brook, but I didn’t know her.”
A band squeezed my chest so tightly I could barely breathe. “Not Melissa Gordon.”
“Uh-huh,” Andy said. “They think she was murdered.”
“Murdered? I can’t believe it. Last week I was teaching her to swim.”
“I’m so sorry, Simon,” Pol said.
“She was nine years old,” I mumbled. “The same age Lucy would be...”
The twins stared at me.
“Who’s Lucy?” Pol asked.
I shook my head. “Gotta go.”
I took off like a lightning bolt, desperate to get away. I ran down a street I’d never been on before, rubbing away tears brought on by thoughts of my dead sister. I was angry at myself for breaking the one rule I’d set for myself since losing my family: keep your cool, no matter what. But Melissa Gordon! Jeez! She was a cute little thing—two skinny pigtails and a good belly laugh. What monster would kill a kid like that? A few days ago I’d finally got her to put her head in the water. How proud she had been!
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Many thanks, Mayor! #BookTownUSA I'd like to share a positive review I received by Kirkus for my new historical novel#EvangelineTheSeerOfWallSt. I hope everyone here is doing well.
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A fanciful, fictional memoir of the real-life Evangeline Smith Adams, the most famous astrologer of the early 20th century.
Anyone who can predict the future should be able to write her own obituary. Adams, the astrologer, known as the “seer of Wall Street” for advising clients like J.P. Morgan, reportedly predicted her Nov. 10, 1932, demise earlier the same year. Adams, the author (The Seventh Ritual, 2009, etc.), pushes that prediction backward three decades to establish the primary tension driving his story—professional ambition versus the ticking clock. (The author has no familial relationship to the astrologer or her ancestors, U.S. presidents John and John Quincy.) The fiction closely follows fact and includes reprints of newspaper stories. In 1899, the 31-year-old Evangeline, unconventional and career-minded, cancels a wedding engagement; moves from Boston to New York to launch her astrology business; predicts the Windsor Hotel fire; gains notoriety; and sets up shop at Carnegie Hall. She later beats fortunetelling arrests in court; maintains a long-running relationship with an actress, playwright, and suffragist; and marries her young business manager, who propels her career via radio, books, and speeches to the pinnacle of fame and fortune. Mirroring Evangeline’s affinity for gaudy antiques, Adams has a penchant for piling up modifiers: “Hands rested aimlessly upon the 19th-century mahogany teapoy table, faces stared into the Italian Gilt Wood Grapevine mirror blankly, and mindless chatter took place around the Baroque ‘Putto Face’ cast iron wall fountain.” Whether such constructions enhance the story’s verisimilitude or detract from it depends on personal taste; they occur often but neither make nor break the story. Style aside, the story itself is intriguing, the pace is lively, and the pages turn quickly. The author infuses his characters with consistent personality traits, believable motives, and outlooks that are changed by events over decades. Most importantly, he gives Evangeline a fitting central quest: reconciling her confidence in the infallibility of the stars with her own life choices.
After this fine historical novel, it’s easy to predict new fans for Adams.
Pub Date: June 1st, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-9768375-7-2
Page count: 376pp
Publisher: Credo Italia
Program: Kirkus Indie
Review Posted Online: Sept. 25th, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15th, 2015
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DARK MOON RISING, paranormal romantic suspense from Luminosity, available in All e-book formats and now in print. Check out the complete Five Star reviews on Amazon:
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“This novel delves into the world of the paranormal with incredible suspense and romantic intrigue.” Patricia Gligor
“Dark Moon Rising is an intriguing story that combines supernatural mystery, suspense and romance in an exciting brew.” K.G. McCullough
“Seewald’s well-written novel keeps readers guessing to the very end.”
Susan Coryell
“Dark Moon Rising is a gripping story that will have you turning pages until the surprising outcome.” Nancy J. Cohen
“…a suspenseful, bang-up denouement that will keep readers breathing hard even more than with the steamy sex scenes.” Nancy Means Wright
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Short Stories from a Small Town Filled With Secrets, Comedy, & Drama
Posted by Duane Simolke
The following #excerpts are from stories appearing in The Acorn Stories, copyright 1998, 2003. Read reviews of the book at Kirkus, Amazon.Com, bn.com (2nd edition reviews), and bn.com (1st edition).#BookTownUSA #IndieBooksBeSeen #TexasBooks
From the story “Paying the Rent.”
I couldn’t help but notice how fat Lisa had become. She looked like one of those women who see themselves as big-boned, full-figured, girthful, well-rounded, plump—the kind who get blind dates as someone with “a nice personality.” She barely resembled her former self. Sure, she had always carried a wide load in the back, and her face retained baby fat all the way through twelfth grade, but I expected more—or rather, less—when, after a seven-year disappearance, she called to say “Guess who?” I still loved her bright blue eyes and bouncy blonde curls, but the rest of her looked like something created in a misshapen Jell-O mold.
From the story “Timothy Fast.”
“Very well,” said Memphis Lee. “But first, I have a gift for you.” He reached behind his back and retrieved something furry.
“A stuffed tarantula!” Ruth Feinstein grabbed the oversized toy from him and cradled it against her neck. “You’re so sweet. I’m sorry I called your place a dump and everything.”
Rubbing his temples, Timothy Fast said, “About those ties. . .”
“Look by the cash register,” said Memphis Lee. “We have the new graphics line. Senator Briggs was complaining about their violent imagery leading to street gangs and the disintegration of the American family, but the company made a contribution to his party, and now he calls them ‘the family values ties.’ I just love politics!”
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