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Some changes around here…or so I hope

Over the past 6 months or so I seem to have drifted away from some of the things I love most about the internet.  The interaction with other bloggers who have similar interests.  But, I plan to remedy that and have already started.  I will begin participating in memes again.  Not only are these fun, but a great way to interact with other bloggers to find out more about them.

I have also started to drop cards at Entrecard.  I used to do this all the time but stopped when life got in the way.  It’s time to make some time for this as it’s fun and beneficial.

But, the biggest commitment I plan to make is trying to make it through my FeedDemon posts and commenting on at LEAST 5 blogs a day.  This is very important to me because I know how much comments mean to me.

I am also going to beef up my blogroll.  I have lots of buddies and they aren’t on my blogroll.  I plan to remedy that.  I also would be more than willing to add you to mine as long as you would return the favor.

I also plan on reading books that have been sitting on my shelf collecting dust.  Hopefully every other book will be one of these but we’ll see.

So, these are just some of the changes I hope to make in the future.  Thanks for visiting as always!

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Booking Through Thursday

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Suggested by Jennysbooks:

Something I’ve been thinking about lately: “What words/phrases in a blurb make a book irresistible? What words/phrases will make you put the book back down immediately?”

I had to think a little about this one:

Blurbs that make me want to pick up a book include: “horror”, “paranormal”, “mystery”, “suspense”, “historical fiction”, “fantasy”, “magic”, “true crime”…can you tell, there is somewhat of a theme here, lol!  I love scary stories or anything crime related.

That said, there is really only one kind of book that turns me off for the most part and that is anything that is very religious.  Happy Thursday everyone!

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Interview with Lady Colin Campbell, author of “Daughter of Narcissus”


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Lady Colin Campbell is a highly successful and prolific author of several books, including London and New York Times bestsellers, and has been a prominent and often controversial figure in royal and social circles for many years. She perhaps is best known for her international bestselling book Diana in Private, 1992, and her subsequent extended and revelatory biography of the Princess of Wales, The Real Diana published in 2004. She has written books on the Royal Family, been a long term columnist and appeared numerous times on TV and radio as an experienced Royal Insider and expert on the British aristocracy. In 1997 she published her autobiography, A Life Worth Living, which was serialized in The Daily Mail. Born in St. Andrew, Jamaica, she was educated there and in New York, where she lived for seven years. She is connected to British royalty through common ancestors and marriage. She has two sons and lives in London.

You can visit her publisher online at http://www.dynastypress.co.uk/.

Could you please tell us a little about your book?

Daughter of Narcissus is a memoir of my family’s struggle to cope with and move on from my mother Gloria’s narcissistic personality disorder.

NPD is not an easy disorder to deal with, but by being as frank as I could be, I hope I have provided some insight for the reader into what one’s choices and options are, as how one can recover from an NPD parent and go on to be a happy, fulfilled and productive individual.

Did something specific happen to prompt you to write this book?

Something specific did indeed inspire me to write Daughter of Narcissus. I was staying with a great friend in New York and we were discussing our NPD mothers when one of America’s most respected psychoanalysts suggested that I write a book on the subject using my family’s personal experience as the vehicle. She said that she believed I had the ability to do justice to the subject. This in itself was highly complimentary, as she is such an eminent psychoanalyst that a vote of confidence from her, especially on a subject like as complex as NPD, was worth anyone else’s recommendation a hundredfold.

Who or what is the inspiration behind this book?

The eminent American psychoanalyst Dr Erika Freeman was the inspiration for Daughter of Narcissus. When she first suggested that I write about how my family and I survived our mother’s narcissism, I recoiled at the prospect of violating my mother’s privacy. But Erika convinced me that since Gloria was dead, and my family’s experiences might help or inspire others, I almost had a duty to share what I had been through with others. Upon reflection, I thought her point of view had merit, and when it became apparent that my sisters had no objection, I decided to go ahead.

Who is your biggest supporter?

I have never had any one person who would qualify as my biggest supporter. However, I have always had several people who are supporters. In my early days as a writer, Barbara Taylor Bradford was particularly helpful. Later on, the Australian journalist/author Catherine Olsen stepped into Barbara’s shoes. Other friends who are not professionals and might therefore not want their names mentioned have also been supportive over the years.

Your biggest critic?

My biggest critic is fortunately dead. His name was Nigel Dempster, and he was a vicious, poisonous gossip columnist who waged vendettas against a variety of people, including Sir James Goldsmith, the Aga Khan, and Queen Noor of Jordan, for no reason at all except that he was full of hatred and loved hating. When he was retiring – he died of a rare neurological complaint – the Daily Mail in London compiled his Hit List. I was No. 2 on it, immediately below Jimmy Goldsmith. People used to say that I should take being in such hallowed company as a compliment of sorts, but that was scant consolation for the vile and evil things that he used to say.

What cause are you most passionate about and why?

The cause I am most passionate about is civil liberties. I think that we in the West are in danger of seeing our supposedly democratic governments erode many of the freedoms our forefathers spent nearly a millennium acquiring, starting in 1215 when the Magna Carta was signed.

When I was a student in New York in the late 60s we were taught that Thoreau was wise indeed when he said that ‘the least government is the best government’ and that ‘civil disobedience’ could be something admirable. That does not mean that governments should not be responsible and that they should not provide services, but it does mean that they should not be regulating our lives to the extent that the government in Britain does, nor that the US government should violate international treaties such as the Geneva Convention, or use the threat of terrorism to suspend habeas corpus and hold people with charge, trial, or legal representation. We must as a civilization realize that MILLIONS of people died to achieve the freedoms we took for granted for the second half of the 20th century. Do we really want to throw a victory to haters of liberty, whether they come draped in exotic garments or in pin striped suits in Westminster and Washington?

What is the most important thing in your life right now?

My children are by far the most important thing in my life. I cannot envisage ever putting anyone before them, but that does not mean I spoil them. Indeed, one of the lessons I learnt from having a narcissistic mother is how important it is to NOT spoil your child. I believe in praise when it is deserved and scolding when that is appropriate, and while I would hardly say I am a perfect mother or that my boys are angels, they are pretty good guys who can see through the rubbish that is so prevalent in every day life.

What are you currently working on?

I never start one writing one book until I have finished promoting my last one, but I am already contracted to edit and write the foreword for an 18th century memoir dealing with the French Revolution, after which I will be doing a book on the social skills that secure success.

What do you feel has been your greatest achievement as an author?

I think my greatest achievement as a writer to date has been producing the only contemporaneous biography of the Princess of Wales that have stood the test of time well enough for all its contents and conclusions to have been proven to be factual. It took quite a lot of courage to let the world know that Diana was not a saint or an angel, but a complex, contradictory woman with both virtues and vices. When I wrote Diana in Private, I was roundly lambasted – indeed, some of my critics were so hysterical that you would have thought I had said she was Joseph Stalin in drag. As the well-known English anchor, Richard Madeley, had the good grace to admit on his television show, “You were right and we were wrong”.

What do you feel sets this book apart from others in the same genre?

I will rely upon the opinion of Dr. Anna Brocklebank, who feels that Daughter of Narcissus is set apart from other books in its genre by virtue of being a “penetrating and insightful examination of a serious subject in the form of a memoir which actually raises that medium to new heights”.

What is the most important lesson you have learned from life so far?

The most important lesson I have learnt so far is that what ultimately makes one’s life worthwhile isn’t what happens to one, but what one does with what has happened. I believe that the ancient alchemists lost their way when they thought that we can convert base metal into actual gold, but the principle of alchemy nevertheless applies in spiritual terms, and all base metal can be converted into spiritual gold if you have the right attitude. In Daughter of Narcissus I show how my mother had every gift God could have given anyone, yet she ended up a bitter, twisted, miserable human being because she never assumed responsibility for herself and her fate.


ABOUT THE BOOK:

Daughter of Narcissus is a stunning analysis by Lady Colin of her own dysfunctional family positioned at the heart of upper class Jamaican society from the middle of the 20th century to the present day. Covering the end of the British Colonial Age and the rise of a liberated generation, whilst addressing the narcissistic personality of her mother, the author brilliantly interconnects the sociological, political and personal. As she dissects the family dynamics lying beneath the appearance of wealth and power, Lady Colin’s understanding of personality disorder is revelatory: compelling the reader to comprehend the destructive and tragic reality concealed by rational language and behavior.

Set against a backdrop of glamour, wealth and fame, this compulsive book is both a fascinating history of one socially prominent family, and a uniquely detailed analysis of narcissism, its manifestations and how to survive them in order to lead a purposeful and affirming life.

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“The Broken Teaglass” by Emily Arsenault Book Review


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Emily Arsenault has worked as a lexicographer, an English teacher, a children’s librarian, and a Peace Corps volunteer. She wrote The Broken Teaglass to pass the long, quiet evenings in her mud brick house while living in rural South Africa. She now lives in Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts, with her husband. You can visit Emily Arsenault’s website at http://emilyarsenault.com/.

Review:

I picked up this book without really knowing what it was about.  And I have to tell you if you love words and you love mystery then this is certainly the book for you.

This book centers around the Samuelson Dictionary company – a fascinating place in it’s own right.  Billy Webb has just recently accepted a job as an editorial assistant, and although it isn’t necessarily his dream job he is just happy to find work.  He soon finds that he works with some very unique individuals, but the one he enjoys the most is Mona Minot.  He meets her after he is given a letter to answer by a man who is possibly “stalking” her with his questions – he goes to her to find out a little more about the so called stalker and they strike up a friendship of sorts. 

But, the real star of his book is The Broken Teaglass, a book that is quoted numerous times in the cit files of Samuelson.  But, Mona has done extensive research and has not found any evidence that such a book exists.  So, what are the cits that they find, and who is Dolores Beekmim?

I found many of this books fascinating, from the job of a lexicographer, to the mystery behind The Broken Teaglass.  I would highly recommend this!

Thanks to Cheryl of Pump Up Your Book Promotion for letting me be part of Emily’s virtual book tour!

ABOUT THE BOOK:


The dusty files of a venerable dictionary publisher . . . a hidden cache of coded clues . . . a story written by a phantom author . . . an unsolved murder in a gritty urban park–all collide memorably in Emily Arsenault’s magnificent debut, at once a teasing literary puzzle, an ingenious suspense novel, and an exploration of definitions: of words, of who we are, and of the stories we choose to define us.

In the maze of cubicles at Samuelson Company, editors toil away in silence, studying the English language, poring over new expressions and freshly coined words–all in preparation for the next new edition of the Samuelson Dictionary. Among them is editorial assistant Billy Webb, just out of college, struggling to stay awake and appear competent. But there are a few distractions. His intriguing coworker Mona Minot may or may not be flirting with him. And he’s starting to sense something suspicious going on beneath this company’s academic facade.

Mona has just made a startling discovery: a trove of puzzling citations, all taken from the same book, The Broken Teaglass. Billy and Mona soon learn that no such book exists. And the quotations from it are far too long, twisting, and bizarre for any dictionary. They read like a confessional, coyly hinting at a hidden identity, a secret liaison, a crime. As Billy and Mona ransack the office files, a chilling story begins to emerge: a story about a lonely young woman, a long-unsolved mystery, a moment of shattering violence. And as they piece together its fragments, the puzzle begins to take on bigger personal meaning for both of them, compelling them to redefine their notions of themselves and each other.

Charged with wit and intelligence, set against a sweetly cautious love story, The Broken Teaglass is a tale that will delight lovers of words, lovers of mysteries, and fans of smart, funny, brilliantly inventive fiction.

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Interview with Carol Sue Gershman, author of “The Jewish Lady, The Black Man and the Road Trip”

 

Carol Sue Gershman

About the Author

Constantly reinventing herself, Carol Sue Gershman attended the Miami Dade College memoir class and decided that she would turn her two and a half page “Adventure in Love Story” into a book. Never having written before, it was passion that drove her each day to write.

After spending 25 years in New York City, she was one of the first to arrive into the new phenomenon of Miami Beach (South Beach) She is presently writing her next book while working on laws to ban
smoking in residential buildings.

Now at 73 she will take her completed book back on the road re-living the cities and states visited on the road trip. You might just see her driving her hot yellow mustang convertible packed with books, hats and what it takes for life on the road.

Finding Love After 50

I personally have had more love affairs after 50 than ever before. In fact, love started pouring in after 50.

How can I explain this…

As a 14 year old teenager I fell in love with a guy. I knew the moment I saw him that I wanted to marry him, and while I did date, I was more of a lady in waiting for him to come around. Yes, I did win him over and we had many, many happy years together and are dear friends to this day.

However, we ended up separating after all, and I began to date.

I had the opportunity of going back to when I was 19 in spirit, the age that I married and re-living those same years. It was at the time that the younger man, older woman came into focus so I had a slew of potential dates.

I travelled all over the world and met men; in fact I probably enjoyed the company of men in most countries of the world. Please do not get me wrong as I was not promiscuous. I was making up for my teenage years and having experiences.

I had shorter term relationships as I did not want anything close to marriage, but as I grew and got older, my relationships got longer. I can honestly say that fifty is fabulous, sixty in sensational and seventy sizzles all with passion and all by dating. My theory is to keep yourself in good shape, keep yourself healthy and stylish and stay up with the times. If you do that, it makes no difference what so ever how old you are.

I think on line dating is terrific. When I put up a great picture and smile and write something clever I am inundated with responses. I might do that for a month at a time, stopping and later picking it up again. I have met some great guys on the free sites like Craigslist, Google; there is no need to sign up for expensive sites that lock you in.

I imagine it is good to set your goals, rich man, poor man, handsome, charming, etc. but I am an independent woman so good companionship is what I look for. I also have no qualms about sharing expenses with a man. Unless if he is very wealthy, I am sure he is watching his money as well, and I do not take advantage. At this point of life men usually have a ex-wife or kids to think about, so sharing is fine with me.

There is nothing wrong with calling a man, in fact setting it up that way is a blessing. Nobody likes waiting by the phone.

The next time you are attracted to a man ask him for his card immediately!. How often have I made that mistake and sometimes the opportunity passes…

Love after 50 or 60 is more passionate than back then. And with the right partner it can be a lot more fun. We know the tricks.

Carol Sue

The Road Trip

About the Book

A late 60 year old, interracial, innovative, passionate couple travel from Miami to Montreal in a hot yellow mustang convertible visiting family and friends that takes the reader far past the turns of the road.

Cleverly written in flashbooks, this memoir is about life: Marriage, children, grandchildren, race, sex, guilt, loneliness, birthday parties, facelifts, travel, and obsession.

When her lover walked out, it was obsession that drove her to write. Carol Sue Gershman took all of her negative energy and pain and turned it into a book. She hoped that she would shock him with their story; they would read it together, realize their mistakes and go right back together again. She describes her obsession at this age not to be any different from when she was 14 years old.

This book is long overdue; Having grown up in the 50’s she holds back nothing about what it took for her to cross the racial boundary. She details older people having passionate sex telling the younger generations, YES WE DO.

In this page turning and sometimes humorous memoir, she lives agelessly and passionately. Women and a few good men will learn that THEY CAN TOO, if they do not pay any attention to how old they are!

Explore your own passion and purpose as you read this sizzling memoir.

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“The Cutting” by James Hayman Book Spotlight

Join James Hayman, author of the thriller, The Cutting (St. Martin’s, June ’09) , as he virtually tours the blogosphere in October on his first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotion!

Like McCabe, I’m a native New Yorker. He was born in the Bronx. I was born in Brooklyn. We both grew up in the city. He dropped out of NYU Film School and joined the NYPD, rising through the ranks to become the top homicide cop at the Midtown North Precinct. I graduated from Brown and joined a major New York ad agency, rising through the ranks to become creative director on accounts like the US Army, Procter & Gamble, and Lincoln/Mercury.

We both married beautiful brunettes. McCabe’s wife, Sandy dumped him to marry a rich investment banker who had “no interest in raising other people’s children.” My wife, Jeanne, though often given good reason to leave me in the lurch, has stuck it out through thick and thin and is still my wife. She is also my best friend, my most attentive reader and a perceptive critic.

Both McCabe and I eventually left New York for Portland, Maine. I arrived in August 2001, shortly before the 9/11 attacks, in search of the right place to begin a new career as a fiction writer. He came to town a year later, to escape a dark secret in his past and to find a safe place to raise his teenage daughter, Casey.

There are other similarities between us. We both love good Scotch whiskey, old movie trivia and the New York Giants. And we both live with and love women who are talented artists.

There are also quite a few differences. McCabe’s a lot braver than me. He’s a better shot. He likes boxing. He doesn’t throw up at autopsies. And he’s far more likely to take risks. McCabe’s favorite Portland bar, Tallulah’s, is, sadly, a figment of my imagination. My favorite Portland bars are all very real.

You can visit our website at www.jameshaymanthrillers.com.

Someone is Stealing the Hearts of Beautiful Young Women.

NYPD homicide detective Mike McCabe left New York for Maine to escape his own dark past and to find a refuge from the violence of the big city for himself and his teenaged daughter, but on the fog-shrouded, cobblestone streets of Portland he finds far more than he bargained for.

On a warm September evening the mutilated body of Katie Dubois, a pretty high school soccer star, turns up, dumped in a Portland scrap yard. Her heart has been neatly and expertly cut from her body. The same day Lucinda Cassidy, a young Portland business-woman and competitive runner, disappears during her morning jog.

Soon other bodies turn up. All young, all blond, all athletes. Very quickly McCabe discovers he’s on the trail of no ordinary killer. Rather his prey is a brilliant, psychopathic surgeon who kills in a bizarre way to satisfy his own strange and frightening desires.

McCabe knows he has to move fast. He has less than one week to find the killer before Cassidy dies and Casey, McCabe’s own daughter is threatened.

He also knows the clock is ticking.

Standing here in a scrap yard in Portland, Maine, McCabe suddenly had the feeling he was back in New York. It wasn’t like he was imagining it. Or remembering it. It was like he was really there. He could hear the rush of the city. He could smell the stink of it. A hundred bloodied corpses paraded before his eyes.

His right hand drew comfort from resting on the handle of his gun. Mike McCabe once again lured to the chase.

He knew with an absolute certainty that this was his calling. That it was here, among the killers and the killed, that he belonged. No matter how far he ran, no matter how well he hid, he’d never leave the violence or his fascination with it behind.

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“The Peruke Maker” by Ruby Dominguez Book Review


The author, Ruby Dominguez, is challenged by the conflicting complexities of the past and future. Undeterred, she strokes with pen the somber and bright hues of her visions.

THE PERUKE MAKER, inspired by true events, is a meticulously researched screenplay that is laced with relevance and substance. We follow the unforgettable spiritual and emotional journey of BRIDGET CANE, a stunning 17th Century woman and SARAH, a product of the
2lst Century who are inextricably bound together in a tenuous journey that comes full circle.

The banality of evil which pervades 17th Century Salem, Massachusetts is captured by the screenwriter with penetrating insight as we follow one young woman’s deadly encounter with the forces of Good and Evil. This compelling journey is deftly played against a storyline that has
meaningful things to say about the inherent vulnerability of the human condition.

First Line:
Legend has it the the mythical BANSHEE’S ghoulish image with sunken nose, scraggy hair, fiery, glowing red eyes, looms over Gallows Hill and its deafening mournful weep resonates to presage the impending death of a dear family member.

Last Line:
Love and forgiveness triumphs beyond the grave, and a chance at love and life is bestowed upon Sarah at he stroke of midnight of the Autumnal Equinox.

Review:

I haven’t had a chance to read any scary books lately, even with Halloween so near.  So, I was happy to have the chance to read a book based on the history surrounding the Salem witches.  The first part of this book is centered around The Peruke Maker’s daughter, Bridget.  Bridget’s mother was tortured and executed because it was thought that she was a witch.  Due to neighbors witnessing her sexual escapades with her neighbors (even though it was consentual) she is also accused of being a witch, and using her witchcraft to entice them.  She never admits or denies these accusations, and much to the despair of her father, is tortured and executed.  They remove her beautiful red hair (along with some of her scalp) during one of their torture methods.  He decides to make a beautiful wig out of it, and he also creates a vengeful curse.

At this point we jump to modern times.  Sarah is in a horrible car accident that leaves her with some terrible scarring on her face and head.  She has lost all of her beautiful hair as well.  She is suffering from depression and doesn’t know how she will ever find happiness again.  And then she notices an ad in the paper for a wig.  But not just any wig, a wig that will cost her nothing and is also a beautiful shade of red.  When the wig arrives, it makes her gain back her confidence, but at what price?  The wig is the cursed wig of The Peruke Maker, and makes Sarah do things that are horrible. 

Overall I felt the story was well done but would like to see it written as a book instead of as a screenplay.  A nice little Halloween scare.

 

 

THE PERUKE MAKER – The Salem Witch Hunt Curse is a compelling and suspenseful story that focuses on the infamous Salem Witch Hunt Curse, an ancient and evil practice which is unearthed from necromancy and violates the course of natural events in a modern day world.

Inspired by true events, The Peruke Maker is a well researched screenplay about the spiritual and emotional journeys of Bridget Cane, a stunning 17th century red haired beauty, and Sarah, a thoroughly 21st century woman. Their paths become inextricably bound across time and space as Thomas Cane’s vengeful curse continues to threaten the virtuous during this relentless quest for an avenger of innocent blood.

Like the book’s 21st century time traveler, Sarah, the author’s readers are introduced to this earlier, frightening world by the startling image of Bridget Cane, scantily clad, frozen in fear, her own imminent death portended by the Banshee’s bloodcurdling cries, set against the background of a witch hunt that has reached a feverish pitch in a society where the fear of sorcery and the devil is as real as God.

The story builds with heightened tension and conflict and fittingly ends in present day New York City when Sarah’s journey ultimately comes full circle as Michael’s love for her triumphs over the evil she must face in 17th century Salem. The suspense leading to her final redemption climaxes in a dramatic and magical act of rebirth which transcends the grave at the exact stroke of midnight on the Autumnal Equinox.

This is a beautiful illustration which captures the very essence of what this story is all about: love and forgiveness.

Prologue
The wig advertisement on a website cuaght my attention, and it read: “Wigs made from 100% hand tied human hair, grown, and harvested from reliable and youthful donors.”

An eerie sense crawls up my spine. But I ordered one anyway, and it came in a beautiful golden box, to my delight. Excitedly, I positioned the wig on my head and applied red lipstick on, while Mudd my pet dachshund curiously spies from under the bed. Appreciating my reflection in the mirror, I somehow lost track of time, have fallen into a deep slumber and dreamed…

The pale moon peeks at the seams of dark foreboding clouds. My long red hair flowing in the wind. Clad in a bloodstained sheer white lingerie, running barefoot after Mudd across the field. Mudd is running farther away, streaked with blood stains.

I ended before a big arch wooden door and knocked frantically, calling out for my father’s help. The door opens and I find Mudd next to him. Breathlessly I asked, “Father, what’s wrong with Mudd?” Mystifyingly I hear his mind speak, “It’s not blood, it’s ink.”

 

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“A Match For Mary Bennet” by Eucharista Ward Book Review

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About the Book:

A unique and inspirational Pride and Prejudice sequel that will resonate with all readers who can relate to Mary Bennet’s determination to live according to God’s wishes

Written by a Franciscan nun, this is a sympathetic tale of the middle Bennet sister from Pride and Prejudice. Pious Mary Bennet tries to do her duty in the world as she thinks God envisions it.

Initially believing (mistakenly) that her sister Elizabeth married well only in order to provide for her sisters, Mary is happy to be relieved of the obligation to marry at all so that she can continue her faithful works.

But she begins to have second thoughts after further studying marriage through her sisters’ experiences as well as spending time with two young men. One is a splendid young buck whose determined courtship must have ulterior motives; the other is a kindly, serious young clergyman whose friendship Mary values more and more. One day she realizes that God very much made man and woman to be together…but which is the man for her?

Review:

This book is centered around the middle Bennet sister Mary.  Never wanting to marry, she was thrilled that two of her sisters satisfied her mothers’ wishes by marrying wonderful men and relieving her of that duty.  She was always devoutly religious and was thankful that she could now focus on that.  Although her mother still wished for her to find a good man she had no such wish.  She was content with her books and music, and saw no need for involvement with men to make her feel complete.

But, this viewpoint changes as she meets Stephen Oliver.  Stephen is looking to be a minister…what could be more perfect?  But, Mary isn’t even sure she likes him, at least at first.  Will her feelings change?  And will he help break down the hardened heart of Mary and allow her to see that love is a wonderful thing?  Or will that feat fall to James Stilton, someone who Mary never imagined having feelings for, but who slowly starts to win her over.  But, why is he so eager to have her hand in marriage?  There must be an alterior motive, or so she believes.

For the most part I really enjoyed this book.  I am not an overly religious person so I did struggle slightly with that part but I did find it a good read.

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Guest post by Gary Morgenstein, author of “Jesse’s Girl”

In addition to Jesse’s Girl, Gary Morgenstein’s most recent novels, both available exclusively on Amazon.com, are the political baseball thriller Take Me Out to the Ballgame and the romantic triangle Loving Rabbi Thalia Kleinman. His chillingly prophetic play Ponzi Man played to sell-out crowds at a recent New York Fringe Festival. A PR consultant for Syfy Channel, he lives in Brooklyn, New York, with lots of books and rock and roll CDs. You can visit him at www.facebook.com/people/Gary-Morgenstein/1011217889.

Guest Post:

PRAYER WORKS – ALONG WITH BLOOD, SWEAT, TEARS AND TOIL

While racing out of the cave every morning in my loincloth and shaking the spear at the sky might’ve had some impact on getting published, the old-fashioned dictum of persistence prevailed. That, and opening my eyes to the new paradigm in publishing.

My first two novels were published through traditional houses. But a friend of mine, the best-selling author Maximillien de Lafayette, encouraged me to publish my latest thriller Jesse’s Girl, about a widowed father searching for his adopted teenage son who has run away from a drug treatment program to find his biological sister, through Amazon. I followed that with Loving Rabbi Thalia Kleinman, about a divorced man who falls in love with a beautiful woman rabbi.

I figured if it was good enough for President Obama (he choose Amazon rather than traditional publishers for his two books) then it was good enough for Gary Morgenstein.

What a pleasure it’s been. While I certainly think traditional publishing has a critical role to play, it’s wonderful that authors are not constrained through just one avenue anymore. Agent/editor/acquisition board, you are pursuing a very narrow path where one person can easily erect a roadblock to your art.

Once Amazon has accepted your book just like other publisher, they pay excellent royalties, the quality of their design is top-flight and by the way, they are the largest online store in the world. Not too shabby. Unlike bookstores, they won’t send your book back to the warehouse if it doesn’t sell after two weeks.

The greater challenge becomes promoting. The gap isn’t as great as it once was since most traditional publishers don’t market writers’ books anyway, only the top sellers, forcing authors to do their own guerrilla marketing and PR.

So you must promote promote promote. Target your audience and then target where they might go. The vast preponderance of books is bought online. Go to book bloggers. Figure out niche markets. For Jesse’s Girl, my building blocks beyond the general audience were parents and the addiction and adoption communities. I also retained Pump Up Your Book Promotions, run by Dorothy Thompson, who has been brilliant and extraordinarily helpful.

Be relentless, passionate, articulate. Rejection is a way of life to a writer and more people will brush you off then welcome you. But the most important thing you can do is get your work published. Traditional, Amazon, or e-books. You are the writer and you have to make sure that no one stands between you and your readers. That is the wonder of the new paradigm.

How much should a parent sacrifice for a troubled child? In Gary Morgenstein’s taut new thriller, Jesse’s Girl, the answer is – anything. Anchored around a floundering father-son relationship, finding roots and re-uniting vanished bonds, the timely novel about teen addiction and adoption follows a desperate father’s search for his son, who has run away from a wilderness program to find his biological sister in Kentucky.

Available exclusively from Amazon.com, Jesse’s Girl opens as a jarring phone wakes lifelong Brooklynite Teddy Mentor well after midnight. It’s the Montana wilderness program saying that his 16-year-old adopted son has vanished – and they haven’t a clue where he’s gone. Only two weeks ago, Jesse had been taken to the program by escorts to deal with substance abuse problems.

Jeopardizing his flagging PR job in New York, Mentor rushes across the country to find Jesse, who is off on his own quest: to find Theresa, the sister he’s never known. When Teddy finally discovers Jesse at a bus stop in Illinois, he is torn between sending him back or joining his son on a journey to find this girl in Kentucky. He decides to go. They become embroiled in a grisly crime when Theresa’s abusive husband Beau attacks her – Jesse stabs the big beast of a man, leaving him for dead.

Given Jesse’s misdemeanor criminal record, Teddy can’t go to the authorities without risking his son’s arrest. However, Beau is not dead, merely wounded, and he hunts them down, thirsty for revenge. Teddy, Jesse and Theresa flee across the Bluegrass State with Beau in hot pursuit. Seeking safety but finding trouble, their story leads them to an ultimately shattering question: is Theresa really Jesse’s sister or has he been scammed?

Ever since he’d got the call in the middle of the night that Molly had died, Teddy Mentor had moved the phone away from the end table by the bed. Here in this bedroom, once theirs, then hers, now his, it sat on a pea green marble table just beneath the window. Even across the room, six feet away, the phone still jolted him. On the second ring, he stiffened like some zombie come to life.

It was about Jesse. It was one of his dealers calling about money. It was a desk sergeant. It was the morgue. On the third ring he remembered: Jesse was safe. Let it ring. He had no one else to lose.

He stumbled toward the phone and stubbed his toe on the end table. Down he went to one knee. At fifty-four, stubbing your toe was like being shot. He scowled at the digital clock which he’d also moved so he wouldn’t count the sleep lost, the hours ticking off into the ozone, never to be retrieved.

Slamming down the clock because, of course, that was to blame, Teddy grimaced and answered the phone on the fifth ring. One-eighteen and he had to pee for the second time that night.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely.

A faint crackle like a connection from space hummed, followed by a cheerful voice with a Western tinge.

“Hello, Mr. Mentor, this is Paul Jennings at the Mountain Wilderness Center.”

Teddy flinched. Oh no. “Hi.”

“I am so sorry to bother you so late.”

“What happened?”

“Well sir,” Paul hesitated, “we had a little incident with Jesse last night.”

He closed his eyes, as if that would help. “Is he okay?”

“Nothing like that. He wasn’t hurt or anything.” Pause. “He left the premises during the night.”

Teddy rubbed his eyes hard, trying to wake up because this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be when the nightmare started ending. But from the window came the smell of bagged garbage drifting up the courtyard two floors below, carried on a warm late July breeze, so he knew it wasn’t a dream, it was real and it sucked. “Great. Why?”

“We don’t know for sure.”

“Did you try asking him?” Teddy couldn’t remember if Paul was the fat one with glasses or the thin one with a red beard. He had only seen their pictures from the staff page on the web site.

“Well that’s the rub, sir.” Paul cleared his throat. “Jesse hasn’t returned yet.”

Teddy sat cross-legged on the floor and wished he hadn’t quit smoking. “How long has he been gone?”

“We’re not really sure, sir.”

“What the hell do you mean? I just paid you ten grand and you lose my son after two weeks?”

“I understand you’re upset.”

“That’s one word for it.” How late was the mini-mart on Seventh Street open, he could get cigarettes there. “He disappears in the middle of the night and you just discovered that now?”

“Oh no, sir,” Paul chuckled, eager to deliver reassuring news. “We saw he was no longer in the cabin around seven this morning when the residents gathered for breakfast. He’d tucked a pillow under his blanket, darn old-fashioned trick but seemed to work…”

“He’s a clever boy,” Teddy said. Here we go again. Here we fucking go again.
“That’s one word for it,” Paul answered slowly. Right. Paul was the fat one –

Teddy remembered now. “One of his roommates contacted the tech on duty and we then set out looking for him. The group just returned a few minutes ago and that’s when I called you.”

“So where do you guess he is?” His armpits were drenched.

“That’s the good news. Nearest town is Morton, that’s more than twenty-two miles away. Twenty-two point three, actually, sir. So it’s unlikely he would’ve made it that far.”

“He could’ve hitched a ride.”

“Folks around here know better than to pick up one of our kids. We’ve got the sheriff on this, he’s sent out an alert. Not many places for Jesse to hide, doubt he had any food. He’ll come back hungry and thirsty, they usually do.”

“Or he won’t because he’s hurt.”

Paul chuckled again. “I don’t think so, sir. Like I said, this happens sometimes. Kids get anxious, frightened, think running away is an option.”

“But you don’t know for sure he’s okay. You don’t know for sure where he is.”

Teddy’s lower back ached, from muscles or bones or everything else. He wanted to lie down and close his eyes and make it all go away.

Paul’s voice hardened slightly. “We know these kids, sir. Just wanted to give you a shout and let you know not to worry.”

“You don’t think I’m going to worry that my 16-year-old son is missing somewhere in the middle of Montana?” Teddy shouted.

“Sir, it sounds far worse than it is.”

“Silly me for over-reacting.” Teddy chest tightened. “When will you call me back?”

“When we find him, sir.”

“When do you think that will be?”

“Hard to say.”

“Few hours, few days, few weeks, what’s the standard time frame when you misplace an adolescent?”

“Is none. Don’t worry. We will find him. Just hang tight and we will stay in touch.”

Teddy sat there for a moment, his head aching. Damn you, Jesse, he muttered. Damn you for doing this. For saying fuck you, Dad, once again.

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Interview with Ruby Dominguez, author of “The Peruke Maker”


The author, Ruby Dominguez, is challenged by the conflicting complexities of the past and future. Undeterred, she strokes with pen the somber and bright hues of her visions.

THE PERUKE MAKER, inspired by true events, is a meticulously researched screenplay that is laced with relevance and substance. We follow the unforgettable spiritual and emotional journey of BRIDGET CANE, a stunning 17th Century woman and SARAH, a product of the
2lst Century who are inextricably bound together in a tenuous journey that comes full circle.

The banality of evil which pervades 17th Century Salem, Massachusetts is captured by the screenwriter with penetrating insight as we follow one young woman’s deadly encounter with the forces of Good and Evil. This compelling journey is deftly played against a storyline that has
meaningful things to say about the inherent vulnerability of the human condition.

Interview:

Who has influenced you throughout your career as a writer?

There is not one singular person but rather a combination of sincere expressions from different people throughout my life who had envisioned me in their minds’ eye who I was. Good as I was with anything that I put my mind on these insights shoved me closer to a world where I belong.

Do you write everyday?

Now that I think about, yes I do. Are they all inspirational? Not really. But it does reflect my patience and desire for solitude.

What has been your greatest achievement as a writer?

Putting it down in writing and sharing it with the world is the greatest achievement I had as a writer.

Have you always wanted to be a writer, or did you aspire to be something else growing up?

I have always dreamed to be on stage, the theater! I loved the instant gratification of the audiences’ reaction and mind you, I have not let go of that dream. My first ever realization that writing was an avenue that I may take on was when my high school teacher informed me that she has sent my short story titled “The Little Christmas Tree” to the school’s newsletter for print. Then later on after having my babies (three boys, as matter of fact) I found myself cooing to them with self made nursery rhymes, my favorite being “That Baby Little Lizard,” sang in an Elvis Presley kind of style.

Are you currently working on anything?

I am currently very involved in promoting THE PERUKE MAKER. However, I do have in the works the third curse of the trilogy titled, “The Red Dragon’s Triangle – Boudicca’s Curse.”

What authors do you enjoy reading?

Dan Brown’s stories fascinating I hope one day, I could write stories in the same manner.

Is there a particular author/s (yourself excluded) who you feel don’t get the recognition they deserve?

Yes, that would be ME! (lol) Oh, sorry I missed out on the “exclude myself” portion of the question. Let me ponder the question for a moment…. EUREKA! That’s it! “ME!”

What is your favorite book?

Books are treasures and I am liken to an “archaeologist” digging for more.

What is a book that has been highly acclaimed but you haven’t liked?

The beauty of creation is that there is something for everybody. Different folks, different strokes!

What word or phrase do you feel is overused?

A word or phrase is never over used as long as it raises the dynamics of your intent and if it doesn’t then that’s when it falls on a flat note.

THE PERUKE MAKER – The Salem Witch Hunt Curse is a compelling and suspenseful story that focuses on the infamous Salem Witch Hunt Curse, an ancient and evil practice which is unearthed from necromancy and violates the course of natural events in a modern day world.

Inspired by true events, The Peruke Maker is a well researched screenplay about the spiritual and emotional journeys of Bridget Cane, a stunning 17th century red haired beauty, and Sarah, a thoroughly 21st century woman. Their paths become inextricably bound across time and space as Thomas Cane’s vengeful curse continues to threaten the virtuous during this relentless quest for an avenger of innocent blood.

Like the book’s 21st century time traveler, Sarah, the author’s readers are introduced to this earlier, frightening world by the startling image of Bridget Cane, scantily clad, frozen in fear, her own imminent death portended by the Banshee’s bloodcurdling cries, set against the background of a witch hunt that has reached a feverish pitch in a society where the fear of sorcery and the devil is as real as God.

The story builds with heightened tension and conflict and fittingly ends in present day New York City when Sarah’s journey ultimately comes full circle as Michael’s love for her triumphs over the evil she must face in 17th century Salem. The suspense leading to her final redemption climaxes in a dramatic and magical act of rebirth which transcends the grave at the exact stroke of midnight on the Autumnal Equinox.

This is a beautiful illustration which captures the very essence of what this story is all about: love and forgiveness.

Prologue
The wig advertisement on a website cuaght my attention, and it read: “Wigs made from 100% hand tied human hair, grown, and harvested from reliable and youthful donors.”

An eerie sense crawls up my spine. But I ordered one anyway, and it came in a beautiful golden box, to my delight. Excitedly, I positioned the wig on my head and applied red lipstick on, while Mudd my pet dachshund curiously spies from under the bed. Appreciating my reflection in the mirror, I somehow lost track of time, have fallen into a deep slumber and dreamed…

The pale moon peeks at the seams of dark foreboding clouds. My long red hair flowing in the wind. Clad in a bloodstained sheer white lingerie, running barefoot after Mudd across the field. Mudd is running farther away, streaked with blood stains.

I ended before a big arch wooden door and knocked frantically, calling out for my father’s help. The door opens and I find Mudd next to him. Breathlessly I asked, “Father, what’s wrong with Mudd?” Mystifyingly I hear his mind speak, “It’s not blood, it’s ink.”

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