Guest Post: "Why Horror?" by Author Derek Clendening

Today we have Horror author Derek Clendening joining us as part of his blog tour for his new book, "Breeding". It was released on October 26th of this year, by Mausoleum Press.

Derek is the author of adult and young adult novels. He likes to hear from his readers so drop him a line at derek.r.clendening at gmail dot com. He personally answers every e-mail.

Website: http://www.thehorrorofderekclendening.blogspot.com/

Book Blurb (from goodreads):

It began in New York. Then it spread. Zombies outnumber humans ten-to-one and they must retool the Earth to suit their needs. Capitalism has survived the Apocalypse and a billionaire zombie plans to cash in by opening a human breeding farm near Buffalo, New York. He will provide sustenance to his fellow zombies . . . at a price . . . . Remaining humans have been imprisoned, paired, made to breed and have been treated like the lower form of life that they have become. A deadly ultimatum forces their darkest family secrets and worst fears to surface. The strong will survive. The weak will perish. 

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A few years back, I read a rather pretentious article regarding Stephen King’s apparent inability to write (both plot and prose, I presume) and how kids who read Harry Potter books might as well have read nothing because they’ll never discover Kipling’s The Jungle Book or Just So Stories. The author’s punch line here is obvious: Stephen King novels have no literary merit. I feel that, by extension, he is making the same argument about the horror genre.  


I’m not saying that mindless hack and slash offer a tremendous amount to the world either, but I prefer to think that the horror genre is so much deeper. Horrific things happen all the time. A rule I abide by is that if it can happen in real life then it is fair game to tackle it in fiction. Given the state of the world (depending on how you view it) that leaves a broad playing field. 


 At this point I should add that I’m sometimes asked why I write horror because, as they questioner asks, ‘Isn’t there enough horror in the world?’ Well yes, there is, but it’s how we deal with it as people that matters. That’s where horror’s literary merit kicks in. The scary things that happen in a book or short story set up the situation and some of the consequences, but what follows represents how a person could or should act in such grave circumstances. 


 I wrote a long fiction piece titled The Business about a retired, crippled professional wrestler whose life literally depends on his ability to become a better person. There is some hack and slash in it, and I understand that some people get off on that, but I think enough people would miss the point. The blood and gore alone would be enough to write it off as a work of serious fiction. 


 My character’s inability to change makes his situation all the more horrific for him. I’ve written other works that I hope can be considered to be scary that involved not a hint of gore or even violence (I.e The Employer). This is where I believe literary merit in horror fiction is very prevalent. Of course, it’s definitely not just my work. Some great books by writers like Rio Youers, John Langan, Robert Dunbar, Lee Thomas and Peter Straub are great examples of how much literary merit horror has. 


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To enter to win a Kindle Fire, leave your name and e-mail address in the comment form below. You can enter once per blog stop. Visit each blog stop to increase your odds of winning. If I crack the Kindle Top 100, I will give away another Kindle Fire. E-mail me for the tour newsletter including a full listing of tour stops at derek (dot) r (dot) clendening (at) gmail (dot) com.

Review of "Legends of the DragonRealm Vol. III" by Richard A Knaak

Publisher: Gallery Books
Release Date: November 22, 2011
Series: #3 Legends of the Dragonrealm
Buying Links:  Amazon     The Book Depository

Book Blurb:
 
The epic fantasy series Legends of the Dragonrealm continues in this omnibus edition by New York Times bestselling author Richard A. Knaak...including three bonus novellas in print for the first time!

The classic Dragonrealm series comes alive once again in this heart-pounding, action-packed omnibus that features two complete novels and three bonus novellas!

In The Crystal Dragon, sinister dreams haunt the wizard Cabe Bedlam, leading him and Darkhorse to the desolate peninsula of Legar. Here a desperate band of wolf raiders, their empire in ruins, have discovered the resting place and sorcerous artifacts of the inhuman Quel. Now Cabe, Darkhorse, and the Gryphon are trapped between two hellish hordes and to defeat them, Cabe must become the willing pawn of the oldest, most enigmatic drake of all... the Crystal Dragon.

In The Dragon Crown, the young, shape-shifting drake Kyl, heir to the dragon emperor's throne, is the focus of many who seek to control the realm's destiny. Cabe most of all hopes that this new emperor will be the signal for peace among drakes and men, but knows that he might just as well prove the spark that brings the land to war. However, first Kyl must survive and in trying to assure that, Cabe will have to confront a nightmarish foe from his distant past, one who can strike at him even from within the wizard's own sanctum...

This omnibus also features three novellas, now available for the first time in print: Past Dance, Storm Lord, and The Still Lands.

Teaser:

For a brief second, she saw an expression, one that hinted at gratitude. "You always call me Tylan. Your cousin calls me Shade, just as all others do. The names I pick are always remembered, but in the end everyone calls me Shade. I strive to be more than the dark legend, to once again be the man, even if always a slightly different man." A gloved hand rose and caressed her cheek ever so slightly, then withdrew as if having presumed too much. The gratitude vanished from the warlock's voice as he finally answered her question. - From "Past Dance"


My Thoughts:

I had never read any of Knaak's stories before but I found that I had little trouble starting with this volume, which includes previously published works.  I read the new novellas and mostly enjoyed them. Knaak's language is a little stilted at times, occasionally cliched but overall it's a smooth style and my attention and interest were quickly engaged.


"Past Dance" is a ghost story of sorts, complete with a haunted house. In it, we get to see a kinder, gentler side to Shade. Valea is engaging and her determination to solve the ghostly mystery that she gets dragged into was intriguing. I did guess the connection between the Wyr Stone and the Manor but overall it was a good story.
 
In "Storm Lord", we meet Aurim, Valea's brother. It's a story of forbidden love, the foolish decisions one can make and what one man, Shade in a return appearance, will do to survive. I enjoyed the love story; the battle was less interesting, maybe because I was able to predict much of what happened.

Valea returns in "The Still Lands". Valea is determined, after her encounters with Shade in "Past Dance" to confront him, once and for all. That path leads her to the realm of the dead.Naturally, things don't go as planned. Valea's entire family gets involved. The ending was a surprise, and I'm intrigued enough to want to read more and find out what happens.

Overall, it's an enjoyable collection, easily read even if you haven't read any of the prior books.

I received the paperback from the publisher for review.

Guest Post by Kat Flannery: Cowboys and Love

 

 

Romance author Kat Flannery is joining us today to talk about . Her new book, "Chasing Clovers" was released in October and is a historical romance about a mail order bride and her potential husband.

Kat has loved writing ever since she was a girl. She is often seen jotting her ideas down in a little black book. When not writing or in school, Kat enjoys snuggling on her couch with a hot chocolate and a great book. Kat has had her writing published in numerous periodicals. Her first novel, Chasing Clovers, was released by Imajin Books this Fall. She is now hard at work on her next book. When not focusing on her creative passions, Kat is busy with her three young boys and doting husband. 

You can find her online at her:

Website - http://www.katflannery-author.com/

Blog - http://www.kat-scratch.blogspot.com/

Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-Flannery/131065966999142

Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/@katflannery1
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History has always fascinated me, but I am especially fond of cowboys. This could be from my parents over indulged love of John Wayne westerns. Family movie night often consisted of similar choices, Big Jake or True Grit. It wasn’t so much the gun fights and the Indian raids that intrigued me, but the characters these films were created around.

I’d stay up late watching re-runs of the Lone Ranger, and wondered if there was more to Tonto than the half hour episode every week. Just like my own characters, I explored their personalities—what their reactions would be to an action. Half way through the novel, they began to speak for themselves. Their expressions came naturally because I knew who they were. 


Chasing Clovers is a story of hope, faith and love. It is set in the west where Mail Order Bride, Livy Green is grieving the loss of her only child while running from an elusive past. I chose to write this story from an emotional perspective. I placed myself in Livy’s shoes. How would I deal with losing a child? How would I react to other children? And how would I treat a man I’ve never met who I agreed to marry? 

Livy is angry and resents those around her. She doesn’t think she deserves a second chance at life, or at love. But John Taylor changes all of that. He demands that Livy, distant and cold, fit into his family and raise his two children.  


In Chasing Clovers, Livy and John’s story is an adventure filled with laughter, sorrow, and forgiveness. It is a tender tale woven solely for you, the reader, to enjoy and fall in love with. 

Excerpt from "Chasing Clovers" by Kat Flannery: CBLS Promotions Virtual eBook Tour

Today we have an excerpt from "Chasing Clover", a historical romance, by Kat Flannery. It was released October 9th, 2011 by ImaJinn Books, as an ebook. CBLS Promotions is having a virtual launch party/end of tour party and there are prizes! There are 3 ecopies of this book up for grabs, now through midnight EST of December 4th. For more info, click here.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Kat Flannery has loved writing ever since she was a girl. She is often seen jotting her ideas down in a little black book. When not writing or in school, Kat enjoys snuggling on her couch with a hot chocolate and a great book. Kat has had her writing published in numerous periodicals. Her first novel, Chasing Clovers, was released by Imajin Books this Fall. She is now hard at work on her next book. When not focusing on her creative passions, Kat is busy with her three young boys and doting husband.

Website - http://www.katflannery-author.com/

Blog - http://www.kat-scratch.blogspot.com/

Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-Flannery/131065966999142

Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/@katflannery1

 

Book Blurb (from the author):

Mail order bride, Livy Green, is desperate to escape the memories of her past. John Taylor will never love another woman again, but his children need a mother. Will they learn to trust each other, or will their pasts interfere?

Longing to escape the awful memories and the saloon she once sang in, Livy Green lies about her past so she can be a wife to John Taylor and mother to his two young children. Overwhelmed by the task, she struggles to put her resentment aside and love them as her own.

John loved his first wife and is still heartbroken over the loss, but he needs a mother for his children. When his distant and unfriendly mail order bride arrives, he begins to doubt his decision, though one glance into Livy's terrified green eyes tells him he can’t turn his back on her.

As Livy's past catches up with her and suspicious accidents begin to happen on the ranch, she is tempted to come clean and tell John the truth. But will he send her back if she does? Or will they forever be CHASING CLOVERS?

BUY LINKS:

Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Clovers-ebook/dp/B005UFQMWA

Smashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/95336

Read on for an excerpt.

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CHAPTER ONE

Calgary, 1884

The stagecoach pitched to a stop, jostling Livy Green from fitful nightmares of a past she longed to bury and the stranger she was about to marry. Her neck stiff and her back aching, she massaged her shoulders. She straightened and tried to stretch her arms, but the tiny space wouldn't allow it.

A loud sigh blew from her lips when she realized how rumpled her clothes were. Frowning, she ran her hands along her skirt. Nothing but a hot iron would get the wrinkles out. With only two other dresses in her wardrobe, and no time to change anyway, she had no choice but to meet her fiancé looking as she did.

Her stomach dropped. What if I'm not what he's expecting?

She peered out the window and wasn't surprised to see a few North West Mounted Police mingling with the other townspeople. Their bright red uniforms stood out like apples on a tree. She reached for her satchel and held it tightly before she stepped out the small door. You can do this. She squeezed the handle on her luggage. You have to.

Fort Calgary was a bustling town with two hotels on either side of the street, a small dress shop with ladies hats and fabric displayed in the window, and a red-bricked bank on the northwest corner. She watched people walking along the wooden planks and filtering in and out of the shops.

A loud squeal sounded behind her.

Livy jumped. She was almost trampled by a young boy running from his mother. Her heart lurched at the sight of the child. The familiar ache inside her soul willed her to look away. But she continued to watch mother and child until they disappeared inside the mercantile.

She took a deep breath, forced all thoughts of the past out of her mind and scanned the streets again. Her face flushed when she thought of what she was about to do.

Bag in hand, she spotted the blacksmith across the street next to the barbershop. Her stomach twisted at the sight of the saloon two buildings down. The all too familiar swinging doors waved back and forth, taunting her. Two drunken cowboys left the saloon, weaving their way down the boardwalk.

Livy clenched the satchel and tensed.

She turned away, closed her eyes, and took another deep breath. Here she would be the wife to John Taylor―a man she'd never met―and stepmother to his two children.

She took another breath. She would start over. Again.

She surveyed the busy boardwalk in search of a tall man with dark hair. Almost every man she saw fit the description he had given her, so she decided to move over to the bench in front of the mercantile and wait for Mr. Taylor to find her. Hands folded together on her lap. She tapped her toe restlessly. Where could he be?

A rough looking cowboy sauntered toward her. His brown greasy hair, and ripped denims were paired with an evil smile.

Livy tucked her chin into her chest. Oh, please don't let that be him. She'd seen his type before and knew what they were capable of. The man lingered beside her for a few moments before continuing on down the boardwalk.

She sighed with relief. How am I going to do this?

No longer Angel Green, she was now Olivia Green. The past was far behind her, except on those long dark nights that would not allow her to escape it.

She chewed on her bottom lip and stared at the busy street.

Her new life would begin here. She would survive.

She blew out a shaky breath. It was all she knew how to do.

"Olivia?" a male voice asked.

A tall man stood beside her, his hat pulled low so she couldn't see his eyes. He hesitated, then extended his hand. "Olivia?" He had a polite, resonating voice.

She shaded her eyes with a hand. "Livy will do fine." She was uncomfortably aware of his presence as he towered over her.

He smiled and took off his hat. Wavy black hair curled above the collar of his coat and his skin was tanned from the sun. He looked nothing like the dirty cowboy. Thank goodness. Instead, he wore a clean flannel shirt tucked into faded denim pants.

"John Taylor. Good to finally meet you. My buckboard is over there." He pointed the way, then peered around. "Where are your trunks?"

"I only have this one."

Her cheeks reddened as she lifted her tattered brown satchel. She held it slightly behind, not wanting him to see the holes and stains on it.

Nodding, he offered his arm. She ignored it. Friendly eyes stared back at her. After what had happened to her in Great Falls, she hated being touched by men.

"Do not be insulted, Mr. Taylor," she said, staring at his boots, "but I'd rather you show me the way instead."

She headed in the direction he'd pointed out earlier. When she heard a low chuckle from behind, she pursed her lips and walked faster. I need no one, least of all a man.

In truth, she needed John Taylor more than she could admit.

As soon as she reached the buckboard, she tossed the satchel up onto the seat, gathered her skirts and climbed up. She had sat down when she noticed he was still standing on the walk.

"Uh, Miss Green?" He tipped his hat back, crossed well muscled arms and smiled at her. "That's not my buckboard."

Her face flooded with heat.

If this wasn't his wagon, why hadn't he said something earlier, instead of watching her make a fool of herself?

Her eyes misted. How had she gotten here, in this place, with a man she didn't even know? She swallowed. How could she have thought he was the answer to her problems?

Review of "True Surrender" by Tracey Cramer-Kelly

Publisher: CreateSpace
Release Date: September 29th, 2011
Buying Links: Amazon     AbeBooks


Book Blurb (from goodreads):

When Major Aaron Bricewick is rescued from Afghanistan terrorists, he thinks the worst is over. But his personal journey is just beginning... The first surprise is the amputation of one of his legs. The second is the woman he left behind, now a widow with a 4-year-old son - and his new prosthetist (artificial limb maker). He vows that losing his leg won't derail his career. But maintaining his outward appearance as a got-it-together officer becomes increasingly difficult as he faces one personal demon after another - and sees his career aspirations slipping away. And though he has no intention of expanding his life to include a woman, his heart has other ideas - and he finds himself questioning the very foundation of his personal beliefs. When violence - and unexpected redemption - touch his life again, Aaron must make a stand. Which will he choose: duty or love?

Teaser:

He tried to think of something appropriate to say. How does one address a lover they haven't seen in 12 years? And in this, of all situations? Try as he night, he could not get his brain working. The drugs, he thought. It's the drugs.

My Thoughts:

"True Surrender" is heart-breaking, tear jerker of a story. This is not a bad thing by any means. It grabbed me from the beginning and held my attention right to the end. It's about faith, love, courage, duty, and honor. Aaron Bricewick has been through a lot and his troubles are not over. He has to learn how to live, physically and emotionally, with only one leg; cope with the emotional after effects of what he and his teammates endured in captivity; and deal with the consequences to his military career. In the midst of all this, he also re-unites with a former lover, discovers God, and loses a friend.


It sounds like a lot to deal with and it is, but it's a fast read, and an absorbing one. Despite the seriousness of the topics, it doesn't beat you over the head with them and it's ultimately a story of hope and love. I questioned, at times, the behavior of Bricewick's superiors and what was happening with his career. As it turned out, those questions were crucial to the story and played into the ending. Unfortunately, I felt like the resolution to those questions and how they played was melodramatic and over the top. The book was a four star read for me until about 80% in when it turned melodramatic and then it became a three star read. Despite that, I recommend this book, it was a good read.


Some quotes:

"Leaders can only make the best decisions they can, with the information they have at their disposal at that time-however limited that information may be."

"My point exactly," she said. "And how can leaders not make mistakes when they are forced to work with less than optimal information? They're only human after all."

Scott knew. Knew that he'd shut God out, even while needing Him more than anything. But could he let go of his anger?

 

I  received a PDF for review.

Review of "Ashes of a Black Frost" by Chris Evans

Publisher: Gallery Books
Release Date: October 18, 2011
Series: #3 Iron Elves
Buying Links: Amazon     The Book Depository

Book Blurb (from goodreads):

In the bestselling traditions of Terry Brooks, J.R.R. Tolkien, and Bernard Cornwell comes the third novel in the acclaimed epic fantasy series following The Light of Burning Shadows.

Musket and cannon, bow and arrow, and magic and diplomacy vie for supremacy once again in this all-new epic adventure from acclaimed author Chris Evans. As the human-dominated Calahrian Empire struggles to maintain its hold on power in the face of armed rebellion from within, the Iron Elves’ perilous quest to defeat the power-hungry elf witch, the Shadow Monarch, now takes on greater urgency....

Packed with wit, high adventure, and political intrigue, Ashes of Black Frost will hook readers on this bold and exciting series.

Teaser:

He turned his attention back to Feylan, watching where he put each foot. Feylan's right boot raised, and started to swing forward to the next step, but then he paused in midair and came back down. Konowa tensed and put up his hand to signal to Pimmer behind him to stop. Feylan crouched down and brought his musket to rest on his hip, the bayonet pointing straight ahead. after several seconds, he quarter-turned so that Konowa could see the side of his face. His jaw was clenched as he whispered out the side of his mouth.

My Thoughts: 

This is another book that I would probably not have picked up without encouragement and I'm glad I read it.  That's been happening to me a lot lately; clearly I need to be more open-minded about my choices. I resisted at first because I'm not a fan of military stories, I hadn't read the first two books, and I read very little traditional fantasy lately, preferring urban fantasy and paranormal stories.

The description compares the books to Tolkien and Brooks, and I have to say, that's dead on. (The Cornwell I've read was a contemporary so I can't really judge). Evans' style and some of his beings remind me of both Brooks and Tolkien but not in any derivative fashion. He takes traditional mythological and faery tale beings and puts his own spin on them but not changing them so much that they are unrecognizable. (The back of the book contains a glossary, which I found very useful). There's a lot of fighting and some military strategy but they're not as frequent or as dense as in Tolkien. There's action, adventure, humor, politics, romance, and a solid, engaging story. There's also a lot of character growth in this story and Evans plays with reader expectations concerning certain characters, going the unexpected route. I enjoyed seeing them change and loved that Evans was willing to go beyond stereotypes and cliches. He also doesn't hesitate to kill off characters, I teared up several times.

The story dragged a bit at times, a little trimming would have been good, but it's a well done ending to the trilogy. In my opinion, you could read it without having read the first two and only be mildly confused. Still, you would better appreciate the story and the character changes if you read in order.

I received a hardcover from the publisher for review.

Crafting with Cat Hair

A few weeks ago, I did a post entitled "I NEED This Book!". It was about using your cat's fur to make projects. The publicist for the book saw my excited post and offered to send me the book. It arrived today and I've been having fun looking at it. I've identified several projects That I want to try. Once I've done a couple, I will post a review.

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On the Mend

I returned to work today, after being out for almost 2 weeks. I was sooooo happy to be back and the kids in both of my classes were happy to see me. I was a little worried, they had so many subs in the rooms while I was out, that my being back would just be one too many transitions for them but they all did beautifully.

Over the weekend, my energy level varied greatly, going up and down in no apparent rhythm, and I had doubts at times about my ability to resume work, and then last night my chest tightened up. Eeep. I tried to find a balance between resting and accomplishing things. Apparently I was successful as I worked a full day and I'm not nearly as tired as I expected to be nor did I have any significant breathing problems. Still, I'll take it easy tonight. After I leave the library, I'll pick up a few things at the grocery store, maybe treat myself to take out pizza, and then rest on the couch with my cat. One good thing about returning to work this week is the shortness of the work week. Because of the Thanksgiving holiday on Thursday, my school will be closed both Thursday and Friday, meaning I'm only working three days. :)

I saw my specialist on Friday and that was interesting. First, he was furious with my primary care doctor's medical practice. In order to see a specialist, I have to get permission, called a referral. My primary's referral review committee had denied my referral, a few weeks before I got sick (I had put in for it because I needed to schedule a check up with my specialist). So, when I got sick, I had to go to my primary care office and the doctor who saw me the first time, was in and out in five minutes, and the treatment didn't meet my unique medical needs. When I crashed and burned on Friday, Nov. 11th, I went to the primary care again, and saw the nurse practitioner. She spent more time with me and made better decisions, including sending me to the ER by ambulance. (I told the kids the story about my ambulance trip, made it sound like a grand adventure, and they loved it. They were disappointed when I said there was no fire truck or police car, just the ambulance.) At the ER, when further treatment failed to produce results, I was admitted.

My specialist is also frustrated because I'm in a holding pattern. My asthma is NOT well controlled (though back in the spring things looked good, that state didn't last). We have tried every currently available treatment, I take 5 different meds in an attempt to control my asthma, I have made changes to my living environment and still, asthma rules my life. A few years ago, it was so bad I nearly had to quit work and go on disability. Things aren't that bad now, but clearly, things are not OK. Until some new treatment becomes available, I'm stuck, just trying to get by one day at a time. 

Despite that, I'm feeling pretty optimistic at the moment. I am feeling better, both physically and emotionally and I can see an end to this flare. Granted, that end will probably not be for another two-three weeks (mind you, that's how long it will be until I'm 100% again), but nevertheless, after today, I am quite hopeful.

Over the weekend, one of my accomplishments was to make headway on my review reading and writing, and revising reviews that I had started before being hospitalized. I also read just for fun. Now that I've made some progress on catching up, I'm feeling less stressed about the blog.

Thank you all for your support the past few weeks. It made a difference. :)

Review of "Theodora" by Stella Duffy

Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
Release Date: September 27, 2011

Buying Links:  Amazon     Abe Books

Book Blurb (from Goodreads):

Roman historian Procopius publicly praised Theodora of Constantinople for her piety-while secretly detailing her salacious stage act and maligning her as ruthless and power hungry. So who was this woman who rose from humble beginnings as a dancer to become the empress of Rome and a saint in the Orthodox Church? Award-winning novelist Stella Duffy vividly recreates the life and times of a woman who left her mark on one of the ancient world's most powerful empires. Theodora: Actress, Empress, Whore is a sexy, captivating novel that resurrects an extraordinary, little-known figure from the dusty pages of history. 

Teaser:

Well trained, Theodora knew better than to lower her market value. Time after time when she didn't feel like it and she didn't want to - perform or f**k or greet or charm or act or dance or smile - time after time when, no matter how she felt, she rose from her bed and washed and put on her makeup and combed her hair and dressed for the part and stepped out on to the stage that was theatre or bed or family or stranger or - as it had been here in Apollonia - the Governor's mansion. New stage, new Theodora mask, same old strength required. Theodora was nineteen years old, sick to death of carrying on, and she carried on.

My Thoughts:

I don't currently read a lot of historical fiction, though I have gone through phases where I do. This one was interesting, an actress who went on to become an empress? One I'd never heard of? It seemed worth trying. I'm glad I did. It sat in my TBR pile for a few months and I wish I'd picked it up sooner. It's a well researched novel but I never felt as if I was reading a treatise or an info dump. Duffy does an excellent job of writing a fictional version, based on what seems to be solid research, and really making us see and feel what  Theodora saw and felt. She was not always a likable person, but the fictional Theodora, at least, recognized and admitted her faults.


"Theodora" is at times a dense read, with all of the background and the different time period to familiarize yourself but I was hooked from the beginning and cared about Theodora and what happened to her. The book ends as she is crowned empress, leaving me going, "But...but...what happened next? What kind of empress was she? Was she happy?" So, I must, it seems, hunt out books, probably non-fiction, to get my answers. Theodora had a remarkable life, very full, and it's a pity that she is not better known. I strongly recommend this book.


I received an eARC from the publisher.

Featured Books: Forever's TURNING UP THE HEAT Tour

Forever Romance has two hot new romances out, "Sinfully Delicious", a wicked, erotic contemporary romance by Lilli Feisty, and a historical romance, "Too Wicked to Wed" by Cara Elliott. As part of our feature on these books Forever Romance has offered a giveaway of two sets of both books to two commenters. Entry is at the end of the post.

Some reviews of the books: The Book Girl     Smexy Books     Drey's Library

New Kelley Armstrong Cover!

Kelley just shared on facebook and twitter the new cover for the next Women of the Otherworld book, titled "Thirteen". Isn't it gorgeous? I LOVE the colors and I'm delighted that the pentacle necklace is on the cover. I can hardly wait for this book even as I don't want the series to end.

Review of Charmed Knits by Alison Hansel

Publisher: Wiley 
Release Date: May 7, 2007
Buying Links: Amazon  Barnes and Noble




Blurb: 
Sit and Knit a Spell

Off to the Quidditch match

You'll soon be knitting enchanting things you didn't know were within your powers. Charmed Knits offers dozens of patterns for items that evoke the mystique of Harry Potter - a Wizard Robe, an Invisibility Shawl, a Quidditch Sweater, Ron's Ragg Raglan, a Clock Blanket, Harry Christmas Ornaments, and more. Easy-to-follow patterns, color photos of the finished projects, and illustrations of special stitch patterns and design elements make it easy for all knitters - from beginners to those at Mrs. Weasley's level - to work knitting magic. Charmed Knits whisks you away on a wonderful journey. Along the way, you can pick patterns inspired by the Weasleys, stock up at Diagon Alley, show your house colors, conjure up gifts, or create pieces to help you feel at home in the magical world of Harry Potter.

My Thoughts:

I thoroughly enjoyed flipping through all the patterns, even the ones that I don't want to try. But could not resist putting a homemade touch on my kids' Halloween costumes. Last year my daughter only had the scarf, but I managed to get the set completed for this year's festivities. The patterns are very easy to read and follow.  And the author gave the brands and color names for everything she used. (It's so hard to make sure you're getting the right colors when ordering online.) 

Not everything is exactly like the movie...the Invisibility Shawl is a pretty lace thing. And I don't recall the Wand Cozies at all - but I still think I'll make a go of them before next Halloween. But all in all, I'm very glad I picked up this book, both as a Potter fan and a knitter. I usually won't pick up a book of patterns unless there are at least two that I would want to do...in this book, I think there are maybe 3 that I wouldn't want to do. Out of 28 patterns, that's a deal. 

Home!

The doctor sent me home today. My white blood cell count was back to normal, there's no more wheezing in my lungs, etc. etc.

As I expected, I'm on bedrest, but, in in unexpected, and happy, news it's only partial. :) The doctor who was taking care of me was a hospital staff doctor; tomorrow I see my primary care doctor and I still have to see my Asthma specialist.

I've heard back from some of the publicists I emailed over the weekend and they've been wonderfully understanding. Jax, although she's starting a new job, is going to pick up some of the slack while I recover, and we have a guest review from Liz, who did a guest review for us a while ago.

I did get some good news yesterday - I was one of the winners of an eARC of Demon Bait by the writing team of Moira Rogers.

So, I'm home, resting, trying not to overdo it. I very much appreciate everyone's support, both here and on Twitter. It's made the experience more tolerable. Thank you. :)

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Iron Fey Blog Tour Interview with Julie Kagawa

We'd like to thank Julie for stopping by to answer a few questions on her blog tour!

Julie Kagawa was born in Sacramento, California.But nothing exciting really happened to her there. So, when she was nine she and her family moved to Hawaii, which she soon discovered was inhabited by large carnivorous insects, colonies of house geckos and frequent hurricanes. She spent much of her time in the ocean, when she wasn’t getting chased out of it by reef sharks, jellyfish and the odd eel.

When not swimming for her life, Julie immersed herself in books, often to the chagrin of her schoolteachers, who would find she hid novels behind her math textbooks during class. Her love of reading led her to pen some very dark and gruesome stories, complete with colored illustrations, to shock her hapless teachers. The gory tales faded with time, but the passion for writing remained, long after she graduated and was supposed to get a real job.

To pay the rent, Julie worked in different bookstores over the years, but discovered the managers frowned upon her reading the books she was supposed to be shelving. So she turned to her other passion: training animals. She worked as a professional dogtrainer for several years, dodging Chihuahua bites and overly enthusiastic Labradors, until her first book sold and she stopped training to write full-time.

Julie now lives in Louisville, Kentucky, where the frequency of shark attacks is at an all- time low. She lives with her husband, two obnoxious cats, one Australian Shepherd who is too smart for his own good, and the latest addition, a hyperactive Papillon.

You can find Julie at her blog,  website, twitter, or facebook, Plus more information about the Iron Fey series here.

What is your favorite part of being an author?

I don’t know if I have a favorite part; I just love it all so much.  This was what I always wanted to do, and now that I’m here, it’s a dream come true for me.  =)

If you could pick one of the characters from The Iron Fey series to have dinner with, who would it be and why?

I’m going to have to go with Ash, because I know he’d at least be polite.  Unlike a certain faery prankster, who might put something in my food or turn the waiter into a hedgehog.  Meghan would also be a good choice, we could catch a movie afterwards.  Grim…not so much; he’d order the most expensive thing on the menu and then turn up his nose at it. 

When you first started this series, with The Iron King, did you know then that there would be multiple books? And did you know you’d want to write them with a changing point of view?

When I first began The Iron King, I knew I wanted to write at least a trilogy, but I left an open ending on the first book in case the publisher didn’t want to buy the whole series.  Fortunately, they did, though I did intend the series just to be a trilogy.  I didn’t think I would write a fourth book from Ash’s POV, but it made the most sense to continue the series with him.

The Iron Knight is the fourth book in the Iron Fey series. Will there be more? What can we look forward to?

Meghan and Ash’s journey has come to a close, but it’s not the end of The Iron Fey series.  In 2012 there will be a new series starring Ethan Chase, Meghan’s little brother, when he is older.

In The Hospital

I"m attempting this post as an email from my cellphone, I hope it works. Yesterday, I tried accessing my Blog from my phone and doing a New Post but it didn't work. I then emailed Jax, asking for help but she was unavailable to help.

Anyway, as the title says, I'm in the hospital. I've been having trouble with my asthma for the past two weeks. I went back to the doctor on Friday November 11th, she sent me to the ER and ultimately, they admitted me. I don't, at this point, know how long I'll be in. Once I'm home I'll be on bedrest for a week or two. I hope That will let me catch up on the reading I've been too sick to do. I am behind on my review reading. Once I'm home, I'll have time to read and write but as my regular readers know, I don't have internet at home. So, I won't be able to do posting, except for pieces like this, until I can drive and go to the library or McDonald's for free wifi.

My apologies to all of you, authors, readers, Publishers, publicists and everyone else. I will do my best to catch up. Once I have access to my regular Google calendar and not my cellphone's limited version, I will start rearranging things. Please don't hesitate to email but bear in mind I can't answer any calendar related questions just yet.

Sorry for any typos I missed.

Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience.

Bea

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I NEED This Book!!!

Ok, I don't need it but I want it, for the curiousity factor alone. What book am I talking about? This one.

Now, I'm not particularly crafty. I never even liked arts and crafts in school or the Girl Scouts or at summer camp. But.......making use of all that cat hair that my beast Goof (see pic in my header) sheds? And he's a short hair. Where was this book when I had a long haired cat? O_o I have joked with my friend Patti about sending her my cat's fur to knit into mittens. When I groom the beast, I end up with a pile of cat fur about baseball size, though much less dense of course. I found the link for this book on Twitter, via Publishers Weekly. Here's a link to their article.

The blurb for the book on Goodreads says:

Got fur balls?

Are your favorite sweaters covered with cat hair? Do you love to make quirky and one-of-a-kind crafting projects? If so, then it’s time to throw away your lint roller and curl up with your kitty! Crafting with Cat Hair shows readers how to transform stray clumps of fur into soft and adorable handicrafts. From kitty tote bags and finger puppets to fluffy cat toys, picture frames, and more, these projects are cat-friendly, eco-friendly, and require no special equipment or training. You can make most of these projects in under an hour—with a little help, of course, from your feline friends!

So, who's gonna buy this for me for Christmas? You just may end up with an original Bea and Goof craft project as a thank you. :D

In My Mailbox #9

In My Mailbox was started by The Story Siren. It's a way to share and highlight all the books we receive, even if we don't review them. l share books that I buy, that I receive for review, get from the library, borrow from a friend, etc.

Kindle Freebies

     

They're all romances of one variety or another, though someone on Twitter said that What A Demon Wants wasn't really a romance. I guess I'll find out. :D They're all new to me authors so here's hoping I find one or two that I like.

Review

     

Holding On To Heaven is an erotic historical romance and will be the first book I've read by Keta Diablo. Fate's Edge is part of the Edge series by Ilona Andrews, but the books can be read as standalones. Zero Day introduces a new hero for Baldacci but otherwise promises to be another one of his trademark political action thrillers. Acquainted With The Night is an urban fantasy but geared for mainstream readers. The author, Piper Maitland, will be here on the 19th, with a guest post.

Gifted

The author, Kay Springsteen, is an acquaintance of mine and was kind enough to send me a PDF of this book, which released in October. It's a sequel to Heartsight, which I reviewed back in June. I won't be reviewing it, this one's just for fun.

What did you get this week?

The Black Sun's Daughter Giveaway! Win Books 1-4

Thanks to the kind folks at Pocket Books, I have the first 4 books in the Black Sun's Daughter series by M.L.N. Hanover to giveaway, in print. The fourth book, Killing Rites, is due to release on Nov. 29th. US residents only, sorry. The giveaway will end on Wednesday, Nov. 23rd and I'll announce the winner on Friday, Nov. 25th. 

In a world where magic walks and demons ride, you can't always play by the rules.

Jayné Heller thinks of herself as a realist, until she discovers reality isn't quite what she thought it was. When her uncle Eric is murdered, Jayné travels to Denver to settle his estate, only to learn that it's all hers -- and vaster than she ever imagined. And along with properties across the world and an inexhaustible fortune, Eric left her a legacy of a different kind: his unfinished business with a cabal of wizards known as the Invisible College. 

Led by the ruthless Randolph Coin, the Invisible College harnesses demon spirits for their own ends of power and domination. Jayné finds it difficult to believe magic and demons can even exist, let alone be responsible for the death of her uncle. But Coin sees Eric's heir as a threat to be eliminated by any means -- magical or mundane -- so Jayné had better start believing in something to save her own life. 


Aided in her mission by a group of unlikely companions -- Aubrey, Eric's devastatingly attractive assistant; Ex, a former Jesuit with a lethal agenda; Midian, a two-hundred-year-old man who claims to be under a curse from Randolph Coin himself; and Chogyi Jake, a self-styled Buddhist with mystical abilities -- Jayné finds that her new reality is not only unexpected, but often unexplainable. And if she hopes to survive, she'll have to learn the new rules fast -- or break them completely....

 

In the battle between good and evil, there's no such thing as a fair fight.

When Jayné Heller's uncle Eric died, she inherited a fortune beyond all her expectations -- and a dangerous mission in a world she never knew existed. Reining in demons and supernatural foes is a formidable task, but thankfully Jayné has vast resources and loyal allies to rely on. She'll need both to tackle a bodyswitching serial killer who's taken up residence in New Orleans, a city rich in voodoo lore and dark magic.

Working alongside Karen Black, a highly confident and enigmatic ex-FBI agent, Jayné races to track down the demon's next intended host. But the closer she gets, the more convinced she becomes that nothing in this beautiful, wounded city is exactly as it seems. When shocking secrets come to light, and jealousy and betrayal turn trusted friends into adversaries, Jayné will soon come face-to-face with an enemy that knows her all too well, and won't rest until it has destroyed everything she loves most....

When you’re staring evil in the eye, don’t forget to watch your back . . . 
 
For the first time in forever, Jayné Heller’s life is making sense. Even if she routinely risks her life to destroy demonic parasites that prey on mortals, she now has friends, colleagues, a trusted lover, and newfound confidence in the mission she inherited from her wealthy, mysterious uncle. Her next job might just rob her of all of them. At Grace Memorial Hospital in Chicago, something is stirring. Patients are going AWOL and research subjects share the same sinister dreams. Half a century ago, something was buried under Grace in a terrible ritual, and it’s straining to be free. Jayné is primed to take on whatever’s about to be let loose. Yet the greatest danger now may not be the huge, unseen force lurking below, but the evil that has been hiding in plain sight all along—taking her ever closer to losing her body, her mind, and her soul. . . .

JaynÉ Heller has discovered the source of her uncanny powers: something else is living inside her body. She's possessed. Of all her companions, she can only bring herself to confide in Ex, the former priest. They seek help from his old teacher and the circle of friends he left behind, hoping to cleanse JaynÉ before the parasite in her becomes too powerful. 

Ex’s history and a new enemy combine to leave JaynÉ alone and on the run. Her friends, thinking that the rider with her has taken the reins, try to hunt her down, unaware of the danger they’re putting her in. JaynÉ must defeat the weight of the past and the murderous intent of another rider, and her only allies are a rogue vampire she once helped free and the nameless thing hiding inside her skin.

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Excerpt from "For Love of Livvy" by J. M. Griffin

 

Today we have an excerpt from "For Love of Livvy", the first book in the Vinnie Esposito series, a comedic mystery, by J.M. Griffin. It was originally released October, 2009. The books have recently been re-released by Lachesis Publishing and Ms. Griffin is taking the opportunity to get out and do some publicizing of the books. 

JM Griffin grew up in the Maine countryside. Inspired by the Nancy Drew mysteries, JM wrote her first story at age twelve.

With 5 books written and more in the works, JM's first book in the Vinnie Esposito series published in February of 2009. The first and second Vinnie Esposito books has been re-released through Lachesis Publishing. The third novel in the series, Dead Wrong, was released in ebook format in October 2010, and the book has been recently released in paperback as of April 2011. Stay tuned for more of the Vinnie Esposito series.

In addition to the Esposito series, JM has written a fun-filled mystery featuring faeries, pixies, murder, tea and cupcakes. Lyrical Press, Inc. presented the ebook on August 16th of 2010. The paper edition was released in June 2011.

Murder on Spy Glass Lane, a novel filled with the antics of Sarah McDougall, a psychic artist, her dog Sparky, a Bassett Hound, and their pirate-like neighbor is ready for publishing. Stay tuned for an update on the progress of this book.

JM and her husband John reside with two wild and crazy cats who rule the roost in New England. Their home is surrounded by a forest, a nearby reservoir and natures creatures. 

You can find Ms. Griffin on facebook and her website. 

Book Blurb (from author):

After her favorite aunt is found dead and an alarming box is mysteriously left on the doorstep of her aunt's house now legally hers, Lavinia Esposito wants explanations. But, having cleared the package of explosives, the local cops are dumbounded by the precious stones which came without an explanation, just an address??her Aunt Livvy's. Frustrated by the cops' refusal to share their theories, criminal justice instructor Lavinia Esposito, a.k.a. Vinnie, takes investigation matters into her own hands. Vinnie is soon dragged into situations beyond her control, finding herself in hot water with the law, the crooks, and her Italian father. Willing to put her life at risk to find out what really happened to her beloved Aunt Livvy, and why jewels would be addressed to her aunt, Vinnie plunges ahead with her usual tenacity, bravery, and keen wits to solve and survive this mystery. 

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Chapter 1

The front door knocker rapped twice after the door bell rang. I hustled from the rear deck of the gargantuan house to answer the summons. Someone seemed impatient, and I was curious as to who it was. My watch read just after eight o’ clock. I swung the heavy door open to find my prospective visitor absent.

It was so quiet, the town ghostly in its seemingly deserted state. Sundays were always lazy days in Scituate, once church was over. With a glance up and down the street of the small historic Rhode Island village, neat colonial homes stretched along the sides of the road in both directions. No one came into view. On the doorstep, a package addressed to my recently deceased Aunt Livvy sat wrapped in brown paper. Again, I gawked up and down the street, but only empty sidewalks and barren roadway appeared in the waning light. The idea of a jaunt along the main drag entered my mind. I figured it would be senseless since the street was visible for about two hundred yards in either direction. Whoever had left the package was gone, long gone.

An eternity passed, or so it seemed, while my gaze locked onto the square, little box. Reluctant to touch it, I decided to call the local fire company to come take a gander. Call me paranoid, but as a criminal justice instructor, a recent audit of a class on bomb components remained fresh in my mind.

I quickly stepped to the living room and grabbed the phone. I dialed the private number of the fire station up the street. A grunt came across the phone line that could only be Bill MacNert.

“Hey Nerd, its Vinnie,” I said. “A package was just left on my doorstep, could you come down and check it out for me?”

“Sure, you got a secret admirer or somethin’?” He cackled, as only senior men can.

“Not likely, but you never know. This package is addressed to Lavinia Ciano, not Lavinia Esposito and is wrapped in brown paper. Nobody’s here to accompany this little surprise either.”

“I’ll be right down, Vinnie, don’t touch it.” He warned.

“Okay.”

Anxious, I paced back and forth across gleaming hard wood floors in the spacious living room of my newly acquired colonial. My fingernails tapped the enamel on my teeth as I wandered to and fro. As irrational as it seemed, I finally leaned against the door jamb inside the entry to wait for MacNert to arrive.

It wasn’t long before the limber old guy came into view as he hot footed down the street with a stethoscope in his hand. This particular piece of equipment wasn’t quite what I’d expected, but then he wasn’t a bomb expert either.

When he arrived on the doorstep slightly out of breath, he glanced at the parcel, and then turned toward me.

“This was just delivered, you say?” MacNert squinted toward me with wizened brown eyes that twinkled all the time. It was as though there was a private joke going on inside his head.

“Yeah, someone knocked on the door, and when I got here to answer, there was nobody around. It didn’t seem prudent to mess with it, so I called you.”

“You just finished that bomb class, eh?” He chuckled and then sobered quickly. Since 9/11, everyone took stuff like this with a serious attitude. While he chuckled, I knew MacNert was no different.

The stethoscope ends plugged into his ears, Bill laid its diaphragm on top of the package. Removing it, he gingerly set it against the sides and listened again. I didn’t make a sound as he stood and glanced up. 

“There’s no tickin’ but that doesn’t mean it’s not an explosive. You should probably call the state police barracks up the road. Have them send their bomb guys down for a lookie see, just to be on the safe side.”

“Geez, I hate to do that. I’ll feel stupid if it’s a joke,” I whined.

“It’s up to you, but if you were nervous enough to call me, then you should call them. It’s just my opinion, Vin.” He stepped over the box and wandered into the entryway. “Got anythin’ to eat? Wifey’s out of town visitin’ her sister and I’m starved.”
 
Bill didn’t seem over concerned, but then again, he hadn’t recently taken a bomb class either. My eyes never left the box as I answered him. “There’s food in the fridge, help yourself.”

I’d known the homely man and his family for years and respected his opinion. Tapping my fingers against my lips, I called after him, “You’re right. I’ll ring the state police now, but stick around okay?”

Unwilling to be nailed as over-dramatic by the staties, I reluctantly punched in the numbers. It was bad enough that the local cops had bugged the shit out of me for the first month after Aunt Livvy’s death. They still stopped by now and then, annoying me even more with stupid questions. Questions to which I had no answers.

After the trooper covering the desk answered, I explained what I’d found on the doorstep. He seemed unconcerned until I mentioned my name and address, and then he stated someone would be down momentarily. The swift change in his manner piqued my curiosity. I wondered why he’d suddenly capitulated when his initial response had been of disinterest.

In the living room, I paced while awaiting the arrival of the state police. Within minutes a sleek, grey Crown Victoria pulled up to the curb out front and a tall, lean trooper got out. Broad shouldered and well built, he walked with assurance and a certain amount of swagger.

I stepped into the open door entry and watched him saunter through the front gate onto the walkway. He stared at the package and then at me.

“Did you call about this box, ma’am?” Keen hazel green eyes traveled over my face and down my body. 

Craggy features, sculpted from granite, faced me and I felt my blood run hot as the breath caught in my throat. What was this about? I gazed at him admiring the neat package wrapped in the trim uniform.

“I did. Bill MacNert from the fire station thought it would be a good idea since it was mysteriously left on the doorstep. He checked to see if it was ticking, but it isn’t.”

“Are you Lavinia Ciano?” The trooper’s glance strayed from the name on the wrapper to me as his eyes showed a glint of humor and his mouth twitched.

Could that humor be over the name? I wondered, as I said, “No, my name is Esposito. Livvy was my aunt.”

Our eyes held and my heart pounded. I licked my parched lips and then glanced away.

An oversized van idled up behind the patrol car and the trooper glanced back. Two men stepped from the vehicle dressed in heavy gear and acknowledged him.

He turned to the lead man, mumbled a few words and then stared at me again. If this was an action film, I would have expected Bruce Willis to jump out of the truck announcing he was about to kick someone’s ass. 

This wasn’t an action film, but a real life situation instead. The two guys angled through the front gate and hitched their gear as they hauled a peculiar looking lidded barrel toward the front door. By this time, a few neighbors had taken notice of the activities. Several people straggled along the sidewalk across the street to
watch. 

You’d think it was a freakin’ sideshow. I smiled and waved. Nobody responded, they just continued to gawk. A little excitement for them on an otherwise dull Sunday, I guessed. The trooper stood aside and watched the crowd, but said nothing.

The overdressed bomb guys corralled the box between them. With delicate finesse they lifted and stowed it into the metal container, loaded it into the truck and drove off. I stared in disbelief. Hell, I wanted to know what was in the package. I had a right to know, didn’t I?

The trooper turned to leave and I stepped forward.

“Uh, I’d like to know what’s in the box, if it’s not too much to ask.” My hand snuck up to my hip as my cocky Italian attitude slid into place.

Tall and Curious stiffened at my tone and turned to stare at me. It seemed he wasn’t used to being spoken to in this manner, which wasn’t any big surprise. Women tend to respond differently to men in uniform, especially a man such as this luscious creature. Well, not this chick.

I teach guys like him all year long and the “I’m so wonderful” thing gets old fast.

“I’ll be sure to let you know, Miss Esposito. If we have any questions, you’ll hear from us right away.”

I gawked a moment and my eyes narrowed. His opened wide in contrast and he waited, his body tense. 

Maybe he thought I’d pitch myself off the steps onto his perfectly toned frame and pummel the daylights out of him or something. It was a thought, but I really wanted to know what was in the package. Besides, his muscles were bigger than mine.

In an effort to change tactics rather than be handcuffed and dragged off to jail, I smiled and spoke in as nice a manner as I could muster.

“I’d appreciate any information you could give me officer, since the package was left in such an alarming way. Should I call headquarters tomorrow?”

His look narrowed. I suspected he was unsure of where this was headed. There was a moment’s hesitation before he answered the question.

“Sure, that would be a good idea.” He gave a nod of the stiff brimmed campaign hat that covered cropped brown hair.

“All right then. I’ll call the colonel first thing.” My voice remained light and sweet, and the smile was charming, at least I hoped it was.

The colonel runs a strict police force and is a tough disciplinarian with an intense dislike for any impropriety, implied or otherwise. I’d gleaned that much from the cops in my criminal justice classes.

A tight lipped smile crossed his face. I figured he couldn’t decide whether I really knew the colonel or if this was a ploy. To be truthful, I lied by omission. I hadn’t said I knew the colonel, I just said I’d give him a call.

“That won’t be necessary ma’am. As soon as there’s any information, I’ll get in touch with you.” With a nod of his head, he turned and left.

Don’t you hate that ma’am thing? It makes me feel old. I know I’m thirty-something, but really.

Bill MacNert stood near the doorway sucking down a sandwich filled with sausage and peppers. My mother had sent the food home with me the day before. The smell of rich tomato sauce and fragrant sausage tantalized my taste buds.

“Guess it wasn’t that serious then?” Slurp noises preceded a sauce blob that dripped down his uniform shirt.

I glanced at Bill’s shirt, snagged a tissue from my pocket and dabbed at the drip.

“I won’t know until tomorrow, but if I’m the town laughing stock you’re in for it and don’t forget it. By the way, did you leave me any food?” I chuckled at his expression.

Bill’s guilt ridden grin assured me that he hadn’t, but he swore that he had. He handed me the empty plate before he headed toward the fire station. I watched the stethoscope bob up and down from the back pocket of his pants. He trotted up the street, and I felt sure the story would make the rounds since Bill was an avid gossip.

The crowd had dispersed, and I was alone again. Livvy would have had a fit over the whole affair had she been alive, but I figured there was no sense in being stupid. I act that way often enough, thank you.

Mystery still surrounded Livvy’s non-violent death. While the police weren’t forthcoming with information, the state troopers’ attitude on the phone caused me to reconsider the promise to my father to not investigate on my own. I wandered through the house deep in thought over the situation.

Darkness had descended as I headed toward the bedroom. Changing into a t-shirt and boxer briefs, I climbed into bed with a notebook. The troopers’ attitude niggled at me. I leaned back against the pillows scribbling notes about the package delivery. Words ran across the page as the scene and the trooper came to mind. The trooper’s name wasn’t on his badge, but I remembered the badge number.