Thursday, November 28, 2013

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Dreams, Catching Fire and Other Stuff

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.


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Monday, November 25, 2013

Book Blast:: The Sydney Rye Series

Books 1-3, The complete Series Box Set (Value Pack)
The 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!

This box set includes all three of the Sydney Rye Books.
UNLEASHED (A Sydney Rye Novel, #1)
When 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.

But 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.

When 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.
DEATH IN THE DARK (A Sydney Rye Novella, #2)
At 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.
INSATIABLE (A Sydney Rye Novel, #3)
The 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.

With 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.
New release!  STRINGS OF GLASS (A Sydney Rye Novel, #4)
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.
From UNLEASHED (A Sydney Rye Novel, #1)
The 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.

Ten 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.

“Tequila 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.

Diane 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.
AUTHOR 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 good mystery!
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Friday, November 22, 2013

It's Here!

I have been waiting forever. Will I see you at the theater? Have a good weekend. Let me know Monday whether you liked it or not.

On a more somber note
Nov 16 - 24 is Hunger and Homeless Awareness Week

Myths about hunger:

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Southern Christmas Show

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:)
If you 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?

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

SBB: Nymrod Resurrection

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 shadowy Operation Nymrod, 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 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.
With 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.

Hawk 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.

"Without 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."

Barbara Casey, President
Barbara Casey Literary Agency

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Monday, November 18, 2013

My Editor Is A Zombie

My Editor is a Zombie

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 don’t bite…

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 ( 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.
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Friday, November 15, 2013

It's Friday

It's Friday. It's also the HH's bday, so we'll be partying down...sedately.
Blogsters, have a perfect weekend. I hope to hear all about it Monday. And speaking of Monday, my editor, the zombie, will be posting.