You know how dreams are normally scary or just plain weird? I had a good one the other night. I dreamed my daughter made an unexpected trip home and I won ten thousand dollars. Of course, I woke up before I had a chance to spend it, but still a pretty good dream. The night before I dreamed someone thought he was a vampire and kept trying to bite me. That's more like the dreams I normally have:) What about you, got monsters after you or people giving you money?
Did you go see Catching Fire? Did you like it? I thought the beginning was a little bit jerky but once it got going I was hooked. Unfortunately, we had rowdies on both sides of us, the downside of going to an opening. We usually wait a week or so when a film comes out we want to see, that way the theaters not so packed and you can avoid some of that. I'd also recommend reading the books before seeing the movies.
1-3, The complete Series Box Set (Value Pack)
Sydney Rye series of mysteries features a strong female protagonist and her
rescue dog, Blue. This series is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some
violence, don't mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to
mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!
box set includes all three of the Sydney Rye Books.
(A Sydney Rye Novel, #1)
the series begins Sydney Rye is named Joy Humbolt. She does not like people
telling her what to do, so it comes as no surprise that she was just fired from
her last job. When she buys Charlene Miller's dog-walking business on
Manhattan's exclusive upper east side, it seems like the perfect fit: Quiet
environment, minimal contact with people.
then one of her clients turns up dead, and Charlene disappears. Rumors say
Charlene was having an affair with the victim--and of course, everyone assumes
Joy must know where she is. Joy begins to look into the crime, first out of
curiosity then out of anger when there is another murder and threats start to
come her way.
police detective Mulberry is assigned to the case, Joy finds a kindred
spirit--cynical and none-too-fond of the human race. As they dig deep into the
secrets of Manhattan's elite, they not only get closer to the killer but also
to a point of no return. One last murder sends Joy Humbolt hurtling over the
edge. Her only chance of survival is to become Sydney Rye.
THE DARK (A Sydney Rye Novella, #2)
the beginning of Death in the Dark we find Joy Humbolt hiding, not only from
the law, but also from her past and the mistakes she's made. Living this
isolated life doesn't last long though when a visit from Mulberry brings Joy to
accept her new identity as the Private Detective, Sydney Rye. To complete the
transformation, Joy must learn to control her emotions as well as her giant
aggressive dog, Blue. With the help of an expert trainer, Joy learns to fight
with her mind as well as her body. However, when the daughter of a close friend
is brutally murdered in the desert, Rye turns away from her mentor to seek
revenge. Sydney's quick temper and deadly intentions lead her into a trap that
she will need all of her new skills to survive.
(A Sydney Rye Novel, #3)
third book in the series begins with private detective Sydney Rye living a
simple, disciplined life in London, but when a dangerous man from her past
calls, Rye finds she cannot turn him away. Robert Maxim explains that the
daughter of a powerful friend has gone missing and he wants Rye to find her. In
exchange he offers her something she had given up hope of ever having; freedom
from her past.
her dog, Blue, at her side, Rye meets up with her new partner, a handsome man
she's not sure she can trust. Heading for Mexico City, they go undercover,
posing as husband and wife. After meeting with the bereaved parents, Rye starts
to sense that there is more going on than just a missing girl. But it isn't
until they arrive in the Yucatan Peninsula, hot on the girl's trail in
Paradise, that all hell breaks loose. Sydney has to reach out for help from old
friends and deal with the consequences of her past, if she's going to find the
girl and keep them all alive.
release!STRINGS OF GLASS (A Sydney Rye
STRINGS OF GLASS is the fourth novel in Emily Kimelman's Sydney
Rye Series of dark murder mystery novels. This series features a strong female
protagonist and her rescue dog, Blue. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy
some violence, don't mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to
mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!
Sydney Rye is hanging out in India with her boyfriend, Dan,
reading paperbacks and sipping beer. No violence and no reminders of her past.
But when she and Blue, are attacked by a pact of wild dogs, Sydney starts to
feel that old itch again; to do good by being bad.
Trouble finds Rye when she stops the attempted rape and murder of
Anita, a reporter working on a story of corruption and human trafficking. The
atrocities Anita describes send Sydney, Blue and Dan on a quest that takes them
across India after a dangerous and, up until now, untouchable, figure. While
Sydney struggles to accept her true nature she realizes that it is the only way
to end decades of abuse and exploitation. But Rye fears that she will lose
herself, becoming no better than the monster she fights against.
(A Sydney Rye Novel, #1)
sun was slipping behind the brownstones across the street and turning the sky
pink when I left for Nancy’s. “Hey,” said the guy on the corner who always said
hey. I ignored him. “Hey, pretty lady, you got a beautiful ass,” he tried
again. I watched the concrete and power-walked away.
minutes later I was at Nancy’s, a low-key lesbian bar with a nice backyard. If
you wanted to talk to a stranger you could, but there was no pressure. If you
wanted to take someone home you could, but again there was no pressure.
gimlet, straight up,” I said. The bartender, whose name I was pretty sure was
Diane, nodded and moved off to make my drink. My face, reflected in the mirror
behind the bar, peered from between a bottle of Blue Curacao and Midori. I
needed a haircut. My fashionable bangs had grown out, and now I just pushed
them behind my ears. Last night’s fight with Marcus and my early-morning
journey to the pound had left puffy, blue-tinted circles under my eyes. All
those tears had left the white around my gray irises streaked with red and—I
leaned forward a little to make sure—my upper eyelids a bizarre orange.
placed a martini glass brimming with sheer red liquid on the bar, and I handed
her a ten. I moved toward the backyard, trying not to spill my drink all over
my hand while spilling my drink all over my hand.
Bio and Links:
Emily Kimelman lives on a boat in the Hudson Valley with her
husband, Sean and their dog Kinsey (named after Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone).
Kimelman has a passion for traveling and spends as much time as possible in the
pursuit of adventure.
Her "Sydney Rye Series" are dark murder mystery novels
which features a strong female protagonist and her rescue dog, Blue. This
series is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don't mind dirty
language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking
We went to the Southern Christmas Show. It was
amazing. Decorated Christmas rooms. Christmas dollhouse displays.
Performers. Vendors, from all over the South, for everything you could possibly want or not realize you wanted:)
are thinking about going let me tell you what not to do. Don't pick one
of the busiest days and get a late start. Even though I'd been warned I couldn't believe the number of people. It was like being at a popular amusement park, wall to wall people. But it was all kinds of fun.
Did you see this article about the little boy who helped save his family from the tornado?
Investigating an unlikely murder, Ex-SEAL and
part time PI Craige Ingram discovers an officially sanctioned
assassination. His investigation quickly stirs beyond the dirty backrooms
of the nation’s capital with more killings across Europe and the Middle
East. The dead woman is somehow connected to stolen artifacts from a time
before Babylon. As he probes apparently unconnected clues, he locks horns
with an enigmatic enticing secret agent with her own agenda and her own way of
doing things. Craige faces train wrecks and deadly assassins doing
business with a rich mercenary selling biotoxins, rare stamps, deadly nerve
gases, and smuggled nuclear material to the highest bidder. As Craige peels
away at the shadowyOperationNymrod, he finds an elusive
power-hungry dead-set mind – a driven obsession with a frightful arsenal of
bioweapons ready to fulfill ancient prophecies with a very personal Armageddon
that makes the monstrous last day of the twin towers of the World Trade Center
pale in possibilities.
For years I'd used the old house for
everything from a hay barn to a tractor shed.The split shake roof was next to nonexistent.Rafters and studs rotten and termite
honeycombed from subflooring up.Termites long gone, courtesy of nearby mounds of fire ants.The hackberry tree off its back porch looked
solid until that hail and windstorm.A
blue-white crack of lightening split through its rotted heartwood, toppling the
trunk across what was left of the wobbly canted bricks of the chimney.The storm cleared leaving the shaky stump of
the fireplace and knobby chimney jutting up out of a tumbled pile of
bricks.Bright sunshine slashed across
pearly teeth in a decomposing skull; the neat bullet hole bull’s-eyed just
below the hair line.
It wasn’t long before Lucky was
pawing at the back door.Yelping that
peculiar excited bark I've learned not to ignore.The last time it was a possum with her
litter."Okay, come on...show me
what you found."
He gave a sharp high-pitched
yip.Pulled away for a few yards.Stopped, looked back, made sure I was
following.Then took off across the soy
bean field toward the airstrip.Stopped
ever so often.Looked back, checked to
make sure I was still coming with him.He disappeared over the top of the low rises behind the hangar.When I topped the rise, I saw the storm
damage to the old house with Lucky up on the tumbled chimney’s pile of
bricks—tail wagging, looking down.Getting closer, I spotted what had gotten him so riled.Pieces of field mouse chewed cloth poked out
from under the bricks.After pulling
back several, it didn't take an expert to recognize the mildewed remnants of
clothing sunk against desiccated skin gnawed down to gleaming cheek bones.I left Lucky to guard.Hurried back to the house.Brought back my digital camera.Photoed the body, the surrounding area, the
smears of hydraulic fluid on the runway and grass with the matching set of
wheel marks.Each set in landing gear
positions, adding up to a pair of choppers.We'd stumbled into the muck of someone's cockamamie conspiracy, and
someone was already on my case.I called
Gray before I called the local sheriff.
postgraduate degrees and faculty appointments in several medical universities,
Hawk MacKinney has taught graduate courses in both the United States and
Jerusalem. In addition to professional articles and
texts on chordate neuroembryology, Hawk has authored several works of fiction.
began writing mysteries for his school newspaper. His works of fiction, historical love
stories, science fiction and mystery-thrillers are not genre-centered, but
plot-character driven, and reflect his southwest upbringing in Arkansas, Texas
and Oklahoma. Moccasin Trace, a historical
novel nominated for the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in
Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award, details the family
bloodlines of his serial protagonist in the Craige Ingram Mystery Series… murder and mayhem with a touch of romance.Vault of Secrets, the first book in the
Ingram series, was followed by Nymrod
Resurrection, Blood and Gold, and The Lady of Corpsewood Manor. All have
received national attention.Hawk’s
latest release in the Ingram series is due out this fall with another
mystery-thriller work out in 2014. The
Bleikovat Event, the first volume in The
Cairns of Sainctuarie science fiction series, was released in 2012.
question, Hawk is one of the most gifted and imaginative writers I have had the
pleasure to represent. His reading fans have something special to look forward
to in the Craige Ingram Mystery Series. Intrigue, murder, deception and
conspiracy--these are the things that take Hawk's main character, Navy
ex-SEAL/part-time private investigator Craige Ingram, from his South Carolina
ancestral home of Moccasin Hollow to the dirty backrooms of the nation's
capital and across Europe and the Middle East."
Thank you to the lovely Sandra Cox for
asking me to tell my story! And to think I tell the authors I work with that I
The time: A cold, wet evening on the first
of November, perilously close to Hallowe’en, the night when all manner of
spooks and psychos and undead monsters stalk the streets. The place: Leicester,
England, at the headquarters of Zombie Earth: Apocalypse (http://www.zombieearth.co.uk/). The
person: Rebecca Hill, Ellora’s Cave editor and, for one night only,
blood-thirsty ghoul with a craving for human flesh.*
Zombie Earth: Apocalypse is something like
a computer game come to life – a mixture of urban orienteering, finding clues
to the next location, and fending off hordes of slavering zombies, some of whom
can move surprisingly fast for dead people.
My fellow zombies and I assembled at HQ for
professional makeup, plenty of fake blood made of syrup and food colouring, and
a stern reminder that we should not actually attempt to bite anyone. Being on
the diminutive side, I was dressed as a little girl, in a fluffy pink dressing
gown and clutching a teddy bear. Once teddy and I had been thoroughly
zombified, we were led off to our location, a pub (not open to the public),
where the weary participants were tantalised with the promise of a drink and a
wee before the “landlord and landlady” (Zombie Earth actors) opened the door to
reveal yours truly, lurching and moaning.
I’ve never seen anyone move so fast! In dim
lighting and to adrenaline-addled people, I’m told that I did indeed look like
a child, which added an unsettling element to the shock of a zombie attack. The
majority of people left needing the toilet rather more urgently than they had
when they came in. One quite large, tough-looking young man left on the verge
of tears of fright after I cornered him and offered him my cuddly toy, and it
was hilarious to see people pushing their friends out of the way in order to
get back out of the pub door! Be warned: in the event of a zombie uprising,
your friends and family will almost certainly sacrifice you to save themselves.
It was a surprisingly exhausting evening
but tremendous fun, and I’d recommend it to anyone who has a theatrical streak,
or likes to see grown men cry. Although I still smell faintly of syrup – that’s
stuff is hell to get out of your hair.
Now, how I came to become a zombie is a story for another day…
* Any suggestion on Sandra’s part that this
is a normal state of affairs should be ignored.
Note Zombie Contacts
Curious about the difference between a labyrinth and a maze? Find out more at CJ's Blog:
About the Book: Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock
cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage
pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law, and she is
desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk
will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.
return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas
are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers
all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous
secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot
be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both—if the truth
doesn't rip them apart.
A note from the author: On
becoming a Montlake Author:
Let me tell you about my wonderful
publishing experience! I have to back up a little bit… to this past spring. I
self-published a romance titled Reclaim My Heart. The book received
great reviews immediately, and it sold well from the beginning. Very well. In
fact, during the first week of August I was enjoying a mug of coffee while
perusing the USA Today Bestseller's List (my usual Thursday morning routine),
and I nearly choked when I saw that Reclaim My Heart was
sitting at #123 on the list. A couple of days later I was contacted by an
editor from Montlake. She told me she'd read one of my books months before and
had been keeping an eye on me. She said she'd read Reclaim My Heart and
loved it. Now, what author doesn't love to hear that? She made an offer I
The Montlake editor and the design team
loved the cover that was on the indie version of the book; however, Amazon had
trouble licensing the rights to the image. So we searched for weeks before
finding the picture that's on the current cover. I love it! And I hope my
readers do, too.
I'm happy to be writing romance novels
for Montlake. I feel wanted and appreciated, and it can't get much better than
that in the publishing industry!
Bio: Donna Fasano is a three time winner
of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best
Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and a Golden
Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have
been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle
Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17.
He couldn't dismiss the tone of
those two small words, nor could he ignore the magnitude of emotion clouding
her expression. He had no choice but to relent.
"Sit down," he murmured.
He closed the door of his office and then returned to perch himself on the
corner of his desk. He steeled himself before asking, "What's on your
She seemed to shrink a little as a
thousand thoughts ran though her head. Seconds passed, and still she didn't
Lucas witnessed the phenomenon
almost on a daily basis. The people who wound up in his office often felt as if
they were carrying the world on their shoulders. He knew her anxiety would
eventually discharge, and from the looks of it, he wouldn't have to wait long.
Finally, she pressed her hand to her
chest. "I can't breathe."
"Relax. Do you want some
She shook her head, a lock of her
long, platinum hair falling over her forearm. "No. I need to get this out.
I promised you I'd hurry."
He couldn't keep his brows from
arching a fraction. She hadn't kept her promises in the past. Why would he
expect her to now?
Tyne ran her tongue along her full
bottom lip, hesitated another moment, then blurted, "I need a
Lucas closed his eyes and stifled a
sigh. He could have guessed as much, of course. He'd worked hard to get himself
into the privileged position of being able to pick and choose his clients. The
last person he wanted to represent was Tyne Whitlock.
"A good lawyer, Lucas."
Common sense told him Tyne wasn't
attempting to flatter him. She was speaking purely out of desperation.
"Look, Tyne—" Something
made him stop. He sighed, and then he stood, taking his time rounding his desk
and sitting down. The leather-upholstered arms of the chair were cool and
smooth under his fingertips.
"I know some of the best
attorneys in the city." He plucked a pen from the cup on his desktop.
"And many of them owe me a favor or two." He reached into his inside
jacket pocket, pulled out one of the business cards he always kept handy, and
turned it over, poised to write. "Let me give you some names and
"I don't want just any
attorney." Her chin lifted. "I want you. Why else would I have come here?"
His gaze lowered to the small white
card in his hand. With much deliberation, he set down the pen and the card, and
then he looked her directly in the eyes.
Every muscle in her body appeared
"Listen to me—" he kept
his tone calm "—when people find themselves in trouble with the law, or
victimized, or wrongfully sued, or unjustly accused, they tend to get lost in a
strange, I don't know, franticness. A recklessness that they almost always
regret. Believe me when I tell you that no situation is hopeless, and
circumstances are rarely as desperate as they might be perceived. Whatever
trouble you're in, don't let panic and fear haze your thinking."
"You don't understand."
"I think I do," he rushed
to assure her. "I see it every day. Honest, hardworking people finding
themselves in dire straits. And this unfamiliar territory throws them. They
grasp at help from the first source that comes to mind."
"Just like that old adage
warning that only a fool acts as his own lawyer, it's also foolish to choose an
attorney in haste. You and I have a past, Tyne, and even though all of that
took place years and years ago, the fact remains that we have a history. I
don't believe I would be the best person to represent you in a court of law.
You need someone who'll be totally unbiased. Let me give you some names. I'll
make some calls for you myself—"
"Stop!" She lifted her
hands and scooted to the edge of the seat. "You don't understand. And I
can't make you understand if you won't shut
up for a minute."
His eyebrows arched and the
frustration in her statement had him leaning back a bit.
She frowned. "I'm sorry.
Really, I am. I had to stew all day yesterday." She fisted her hands in
her lap. "I didn't expect to reach anyone on a Sunday, but do you know
that your firm doesn't offer an emergency number on the answering
machine?" She exhaled with force. "I'm a nervous wreck just being here. Seeing you. But all that aside, I shouldn't have snapped at you.
Please accept my apology."
He didn't react, didn't move. He
just waited for her to continue.
"The thing is… what you need to
Once again, she grew terribly
cautious, and Lucas found that extremely curious. What the hell was it she
found so hard to tell him? What kind of trouble was she in?
She blanched, but then her spine
straightened. "I'm not the one who needs a lawyer. I want to hire you,
yes. But I'm not the one needing representation. It's my son who's in
trouble." A nerve at the corner of her eye ticked, but her gaze never
veered from his as she added, "Our