Go Go Gato, by Max Everhart: A Ballplayer Vanishes

go_go_gatoGo Go Gato ($14.95, 278 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-911-4), by Max Everhart, is the first book in a new mystery/suspense series set in Asheville, North Carolina, and featuring Eli Sharpe, a former baseball player turned detective.

“Sharpe becomes, like every good literary PI, an engaging, magnetic, flawed, multi-faceted, and most importantly, interesting character who’s more than meaty and likeable enough to carry the narrative. And without any hint of spoilage, the story itself wraps up with a satisfying denouement. Go Go Gato is a solid, realistic, and thoroughly baseball-based mystery with an entertaining and believable main character in Eli Sharpe, and Everhart’s appealing writing style enhances this book to an eminently enjoyable, winning level.” Read more….

—Mark Schraf, Spitball Magazine (December 31, 2014)

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Go Go Gato is the debut entry in a promising new series by Max Everhart, and it’s a fast-paced, entertaining tale. Eli Sharpe is a very appealing character who combines just the right amounts of wit, humor, intelligence and courage, and it will be fun to watch him in action as the series continues to grow and develop.”

—James L. Thane, author of Until Death and No Place to Die

“An excellent debut. Eli is a memorable character…. I enjoyed the realistic description of pro baseball and the challenges of youthful highly paid athletes. I look forward to reading more Eli Sharpe mysteries.”  Read more ….

–Bill Selnes, Mysteries and More

“Everhart has crafted a first-rate private eye yarn in Go Go Gato. From the blonde who walks into his office to the cat in the rusted out car, he understands the genre, folding all the elements hard-boiled fans love into a modern tale about a young Cuban baseball player, greed and betrayal…. Baseball fans of the young star at the center of the mystery have nicknamed him “Go Go” Gato.  Fans of P.I. novels who read this are sure to say, “Go, go, Max Everhart!”  Read more ….

–M. Ruth Myers, Gal Gumshoe

5 Stars: “This excellent neo-noir mystery expertly blends baseball and detective work. How have we not seen this before? There is a patience and quiet observation to both that make the pairing particularly effective. Throw in some fascinating characters and ingenious twists and you’ve got Go Go Gato. This is an entertaining read, one that will make you want to know more about Eli Sharpe and his world of booze, baseball, and bad guys.”

—Elizabeth Dutton, author of Driftwood and 1,033 Reasons to Smile

“Pitch perfect dime store PI …. I’m looking forward to reading more of Sharpe and his future investigations.”

—Just a Guy Who Likes To Read blog

“The author really created a world that has so many interesting characters that he will have no problem with future books in the series. The ex-fiances were my favorite characters and the fact that Eli still talks to them really says a lot about his character. The Private Eye Genre is getting smaller and I am glad that there are authors out there still writing about them.” Read more….

—Deal Sharing Aunt

The author really created a world that has so many interesting characters that he will have no problem with future books in the series. The ex-fiances were my favorite characters and the fact that Eli still talks to them really says a lot about his character. The Private Eye Genre is getting smaller and I am glad that there are authors out there still writing about them. I – See more at: http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/2014/10/go-go-gato-by-max-everhart-review.html#sthash.MPh4rAGA.dpuf
The author really created a world that has so many interesting characters that he will have no problem with future books in the series. The ex-fiances were my favorite characters and the fact that Eli still talks to them really says a lot about his character. The Private Eye Genre is getting smaller and I am glad that there are authors out there still writing about them. I – See more at: http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/2014/10/go-go-gato-by-max-everhart-review.html#sthash.MPh4rAGA.dpuf
The author really created a world that has so many interesting characters that he will have no problem with future books in the series. The ex-fiances were my favorite characters and the fact that Eli still talks to them really says a lot about his character. The Private Eye Genre is getting smaller and I am glad that there are authors out there still writing about them. I – See more at: http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/2014/10/go-go-gato-by-max-everhart-review.html#sthash.MPh4rAGA.dpuf

“From its hero to its milieu to its eccentric, three-dimensional characters, Max Everhart’s Go Go Gato is a terrific read. The North Carolina minor-league baseball scene feels authentic and beloved, and I was always rooting for protagonist Eli Sharpe. The best news is that this excellent mystery is first in a series. Fans of Harlan Coben will want to check out Max Everhart, a major new talent!”

—Steve Ulfelder, Edgar finalist author of Wolverine Bros. Freight & Storage

“Max Everhart scores a homerun with this first novel in his new Eli Sharpe mystery series. Eli finds much more than he bargained for in his search for a missing baseball player in this fast read, best enjoyed with a glass of George Dickel in hand since that’s Eli’s favorite ‘poison.’ Like a good curveball you won’t see the twist ending coming at you.”

—Paul D. Marks, author of the Shamus Award-Winning novel, White Heat

“A missing persons case turns deadly. In Go Go Gato, Everhart executes the classic mystery with ease and more than a few twists. All the modular scenes are there—the sleuth’s office, first encounter with the femme fatale, the victim’s lair, digging up the past, witness interviews, suspect interviews, and that essential—the corpse. But we’re not in LA or Boston. We’re not in SF or NYC. Everhart sets this fine novel in Asheville, NC, and he breathes new life into an old form with a convoluted plot, detailed characters, and a very flawed detective. Chandler would be proud.”

—Jack Remick, poet, essayist and author of several novels, including Montaigne Medal and ForeWord BOTY Finalist Gabriela and The Widow

When Almario “Go Go” Gato, a handsome young Cuban baseball player, goes missing mid-season, his agent Veronica Craven hires a private investigator to track down her best client. No police. No press. Enter Eli Sharpe, an Asheville, North Carolina-based ex-ballplayer turned private detective who specializes in investigating professional athletes.

Eli begins by questioning Maria Gato, Almario’s roommate and fraternal twin. Maria watched while both her parents drowned on the boat ride from Cuba to America, so she is naturally desperate to get her only brother back. She tells Eli a secret: Almario may have a problem with drugs and alcohol.

Eli tracks down Almario’s supposed girlfriend, a rich sorority girl, but is soon led to another woman in his life, Sheri Stuckey, his cocaine supplier and fiancée who works in tandem with a gay bartender named Dantonio Rushing. Stuckey, a drug abuser and single mother, claims Almario split because she wanted the two of them to check into rehab. But Rushing, dazzled by Almario’s boyish good looks, tells a different tale: Almario has taken out a $500,000 life insurance policy on himself and named Stuckey as the primary beneficiary.

With the help of his a mentor—a former homicide detective—and five ex fiancées who still care about him, Eli follows Go Go’s trail, determined to locate the elusive ballplayer before one of the nasty people in his life—or his own bad habits—do him in.

Says Everhart, “Eli Sharpe is an amalgamation, a Frankenstein I cobbled together out of spare parts just lying around the junkyard in my brain. From television, I constructed my detective from Atlanta Braves games circa mid-1980s, reruns of The Rockford Files, the first season of The Wire, andthe Fletch movies. From hard-boiled PI books, I borrowed elements from Lew Archer, Philip Marlowe, C.W. Sughrue, Archy McNally, and dozens of other fictional detectives. From my own life, I drew on half-remembered conversations between my father and me, fragmented images from my time in Asheville, and god-only-knows what else. But in the end, Go Go Gato is the kind of story I like to read, and Eli Sharpe is the type of detective that I, as a reader, would become obsessed with. Hopefully, other readers will share my obsession.”

Max Everhart has a master’s degree in creative writing from the University of Alabama, Birmingham. His short stories have been published in CutBank, Elysian Fields Quarterly, Slow Trains Journal, and juked. His short story, “The Man Who Wore No Pants,” was selected by Michael Knight for Best of the Net 2010 and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Dzanc Books’ Best of the Web Anthology. Currently, he teaches English and Creative Writing at Northeastern Technical College and Coker College. Go Go Gato is his first novel.  Click here to find Max on the Web.

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Veronica pushed her sunglasses atop her head and produced a key. She unlocked a little red box above the other elevator buttons and pressed the only button inside. “The penthouse,” she said. “Top floor.”

“So you’ve already seen her today?”

“Yes, I drove from the airport to DMSI Investigations and then straight here.”

“So you lied to me.” Eli stood on his tiptoes and looked down. “You’re taller than six feet.”

The elevator opened directly into the fifth floor penthouse.

“This way,” Veronica said, and Eli followed.

The apartment was open concept with more white marble floors and walls. The main living area had twenty-foot ceilings and a large glass window overlooking the downtown cityscape and the Blue Ridge Mountains beyond. There was a 50-inch plasma screen TV mounted on the wall, and a red velvet loveseat and matching armchair arranged around an ultra-modern coffee table made of dark wood with a white lacquered surface. Marquez’s novel Love in the Time of Cholera lay dog-eared on the coffee table along with a Statistics textbook. Eli shuddered at the memory of taking STATS 215—all those nights spent guzzling instant coffee and staring at a blank sheet of graphing paper. Something spicy was cooking somewhere, and his stomach groaned.

“Wait here,” Veronica said and clicked her heels into the kitchen, which was separated from the rest of the space by a wall that only reached halfway to the ceiling.

Eli sat down in the velvet armchair and picked up Marquez’s novel. He didn’t read Spanish, but as he stared at the opening paragraph, he remembered the book’s opening, something about death and the smell of almonds. He put the book back where he found it and walked to the large picture window. The traffic inched along Biltmore Avenue below. Sunlight gleamed off the hoods of cars and neighboring buildings. A small band of Phish fans milled around the fountain, strumming guitars for spare change and smoking cloves. Eli walked to a door leading out to the terrace. A selling feature for most, but he didn’t care for heights. Or stainless steel furniture. He returned to the red velvet armchair and waited.

Several minutes later Veronica waved Eli toward the kitchen. She leaned in close, grabbed hold of his jacket lapels, and stared into his eyes. “No bullshit, Almario is all she has.” She bit her lip and let go of his jacket, smoothed out the wrinkles she’d made. “At the moment, he’s all I have.”

Eli got his first look at Maria Gato in the kitchen, which was massive and cold like the rest of the apartment. Raven-haired with a dark brown face sprinkled with pimples, Maria stood over a steaming sauce pan, her marble-black eyes focused on what looked like chicken bubbling in a reddish sauce. Her skin tone was much darker than Almario’s, and standing next to Veronica, Maria appeared dwarfish and plump, bordering on fat. Her clothes weren’t flattering either: a baggy tie-dyed T-shirt splattered with flour and red sauce and Jordache blue jeans that hung loose off her wide hips.

Eli introduced himself, and Maria lowered her eyes as she shook his hand. Firm grip. Strong, callused hands.

Veronica opened a drawer, removed a clean white apron, and slipped it over her pencil skirt, tying it off in the back. She put a hand on Maria’s shoulder. “Eli Sharpe, the quiet one here is Maria Gato, Almario’s twin sister. Maria, Mr. Sharpe is the private investigator I hired to find Almario. He needs to ask you some questions. Don’t worry, he’s here to help.”

Maria nodded a second time and continued stirring her pot with a wooden spoon.

Veronica nodded at Eli.

Eli said, “Veronica tells me you received an email from Almario yesterday. Is that right?”

“No, it isn’t,” Maria snapped. “The email was from Almario’s address, but it wasn’t him.”

“Do you mean someone other than Almario wrote it?”

“Yes, someone else wrote it.”

“How do you know?”

“The grammar. It was full of mistakes.”

Dead in the Water, by Lesley A. Diehl: A Mob Hit in the Swamps of Rural Florida

dead_waterBetween the pressures of her consignment store and her uncle getting whacked, Eve’s feeling a little swamped.

In Dead in the Water ($13.95, 246 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-937-4), a new cozy mystery by Lesley A. Diehl, consignment shop owner Eve Appel vows to find the killer of her wise-guy uncle after he is shot in the head on a sightseeing trip.

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Dead in the Water is the second Eve Appel Mystery, set in rural Florida. The series began with A Secondhand Murder. Lesley has five other published mysteries: A Deadly Draught, Poisoned Pairings, Dumpster Dying, Angel Sleuth, and Grilled, Chilled, and Killed.

“A well crafted cozy mystery that has action, adventure and detective work involved through a few interesting and fun characters to read about. While reading the book I got intrigued enough by Eve and her list of quirky friends that I’d like to read more books in the series. Especially about Eve’s Indian friend.”  Read more….

—Mystery Sequels

“There is action galore. The plot becomes more convoluted as new developments take place just as answers seem evident. Each twist is followed by a further twist, the action is continuous, and Eve is suitably confused…. RECOMMENDED.”  Read more ….

—Michael F. Hennessey, I Love a Mystery

“How can you not love a cheeky Yankee-chick-consignment-shop-entrepreneur who’s willing to fight alligators, the Russian mob, and treacherous blackmailers to avenge her uncle’s murder? Eve Appel is strong-willed and sassy and will stop at nothing to save her kidnapped friend and learn the truth, even it means putting herself in danger or ruining her Jimmy Choos. Eve does it all with class and a gaggle of smitten lovers and quirky friends. Dead in the Water is a laugh-out-loud cozy with just the right balance of suspense, plot twists, romance, and airboat rides.”

—Sharon Potts, author of South Beach Cinderella

“Lesley Diehl has outdone herself with Dead in the Water. She still has her carefully drawn characters you enjoy knowing and the sense of humor that makes you laugh out loud. But in Dead in the Water, Diehl has developed her most involved plot. With murder, kidnapping, the mob and alligators, you won’t want to put the book down. This second Eve Appel Mystery is a must read.”

—James R. Callan, author of Cleansed by Fire and A Ton of Gold

“Like the biblical Eve, Eve Appel, the main character in Lesley Diehl’s Dead In The Water, is an impulsive, curious, and determined woman who doesn’t always live by the rules. Those characteristics place her in extremely dangerous situations and add to the intriguing plot in this second book in the series.”

—Patricia Gligor, author of Mixed Messages, Unfinished Business, and Desperate Deeds.

Sabal Bay consignment shop owner Eve Appel is fit to be tied—family tied. Just as she is basking in the warmth of a renewed relationship with her long-lost Uncle Winston, disaster strikes. He and his less welcome companion, Darlene, have come for a visit, and their request to participate in one of rural Florida’s most popular tourist activities, an airboat ride through the swamps, ends with her uncle being shot in the head. The killing looks suspiciously like a mob hit.

Turns out Uncle Winston was “connected.” Was he simply a bag man, or something more? Who is Darlene, really, and how did Winston acquire three Russian stepchildren, one of whom has been kidnapped by yet another mob family—this one Russian? Winston claimed to prize family above all else, but what “family” was he talking about: his niece Eve, his relations by marriage, or his mobster employers?

When Eve’s best friend Madeleine is kidnapped, Eve doesn’t know where to turn. Her mob-boss buddy Nappi Napolitani? Her new Miccosukee Indian friend, the long, lean, and luscious Sammy Egret? Her ex-husband, Jerry, who is in Nappi’s employ? With two mob families on her tail and her boyfriend, PI Alex Montgomery, mostly away on assignment, Eve has to act fast. Before whoever wrecked her car and left her to the mercy of the alligators finishes the job they started.

Says Diehl, “In A Secondhand Murder sassy gal Eve found she a lot to learn from mob boss Nappi Napolitani, and she’s still learning. I had so much fun with Nappi, I knew I’d feature him in Dead in the Water, but add another crime syndicate, the Russian Mob to make things even crazier. Then I introduced Eve to a very different kind of man by tossing her into the swamps with a hunky Miccosukee Indian. Of course, Eve discovers she likes him for more than simply his survival skills. American mob, Russian mob, handsome Indian. Boy, will Alex be mad at this turn of events.”

Lesley A. Diehl retired from her life as a professor of psychology and reclaimed her country roots by moving to a small cottage in the Butternut River Valley in upstate New York. In the winter she migrates to old Florida—cowboys, scrub palmetto, and open fields of grazing cattle, a place where spurs still jingle in the post office. Back north, she devotes her afternoons to writing and, when the sun sets, relaxing on the bank of her trout stream, sipping tea or a local microbrew. Click here to find Lesley online.

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“You need something?”

“A ride on your boat. How much?” Why else would I be here? Not for the polite conversation.

He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward. “It’s kind of late in the day. And it’s cold. You sure you wouldn’t want to come back another time?” He looked me up and down, then settled his gaze on my boots. His surly attitude swept my hesitation to one side. I was determined to have a trip on that boat today.

“I need to go now.”

His sweeping visual assessment of me made me feel as if my clothes hid nothing.

He nodded. “Emu?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand the Seminole language.”

“I’m Miccosukee. I wondered if your boots were made of emu.”

“Oh.” I gave a nervous laugh. “Ostrich.”

“Well, we were both wrong then, I guess. That’ll be twenty bucks.” He held out his hand for the money.

I extracted the bill from my jeans pocket. When he took it, he held onto my hand just a moment too long. The touch was electric. When he let go, I felt as if my hand had been branded. The heat of his touch remained. He gestured to follow him to the boat.

I walked behind him, marveling at his height. He had to be at least six feet six. I’d never seen a native this tall. Most were shorter, rounder.

As if he could read my thoughts, he turned and stopped. “My mother was white. Tall like you, but she had more up top.” He then continued down the path.

“Listen, you—”


He stopped and walked back toward me.

“You want to go someplace in particular.” It was a statement, not a question.

How did he know that?

If the first airboat was like being on a carnival ride, this smaller boat slipped and slid over the surface of the water like a toboggan on ice. I hung onto the side of the boat as if expecting to be thrown into the water at any moment. Just when I told myself I had adjusted to the swaying motion and could move with it, the boat made a sudden jerk to the left. I gripped the side with both hands. I could almost feel the pilot smirking at my fear.

I had told him where I wanted to go, simply describing the place as the one where the other airboat company visited the resident gator. I didn’t have to provide anything more in the way of directions. My guide nodded. “I know the place. It’s the one where the Hardy boy likes to annoy Mathilda.”


“Mama gator.”

“He told us they were all mamas.”

“Yeah, well, he’s dead wrong or will be when he chooses one of the big ones to hassle during mating season. What that boy knows about gators wouldn’t fill a shot glass.”

City of Tigers, by Leif Chappelle: A Fantasy World Where Machines Prevail Over Magic

city_of_tigersCity of Tigers ($14.95, 280 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-973-2) is a work of fantasy by debut novelist Leif Chappelle about a street musician who conjures music out of the air, despite the disapproval of the authorities.

City of Tigers is Book 1 of a new fantasy series: Under the Sunstone.

“Mr. Chappelle has crafted a dark and moody journey through an alternate Earth filled with interesting characters, intriguing magic, and creative alternative technology.”

—John Patrick Lowrie, author of Dancing with Eternity

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Raised by his mother in the small town of Havlandsby, young Sigurd watches the projektors make their rounds, keeping the town lit and warm in the dark, cold winters, ensuring that water fills the wells. Their communion with the elements is as old as the world itself, but the projektors are losing their influence, and fewer of them are being born. Their duties are slowly being taken over by inanimate objects—the machinae—and the people they serve are fleeing their homes in droves for the cities.

After Sigurd’s mother dies, he joins the exodus to Tigrebyn, the City of Tigers, where he must fend for himself among the petty thieves and heartless merchants. Finally Sigurd meets Ragna, who has taken it upon herself to track and protect the remaining projektors, now punished for practicing the ancient art of projeksjon and labeled conspirators against the Crown. Sigurd’s particular art is nothing as mundane as bringing forth light, warmth, and water. Sigurd can command the very air to transform the sounds in his head into complex musical compositions, conducting an invisible orchestra of instruments and effects.

The professors at the University, who answer to the Queen, wish to use Sigurd’s gift to invent the greatest machina yet—but first they must bend the young man to their will.

Says the author, “I envisioned a world where magic is practiced that is not a form of sorcery, but a natural part of everyday life—utilitarian. It started with the question: ‘What if we never needed to invent modern technology?’ But then the secondary question arose: ‘What happens when the magic—control of the elements—goes away?’ A lot of current fantasy literature centers around post-apocalyptic worlds where technology goes away. The most human reaction, of course, is to replace what has been lost by any means necessary. Thus, the creation of ‘machina.’ From there, I imagined what sort of conflict would arise if the replacement for magic grew in popularity while some magic users still existed and were trying to earn a living. What social stigmas would be placed upon them? What kind of oppression would they fall victim to? What sort of uprising would take place? These are the questions that set the stage for City of Tigers.”

Leif Chappelle was born and raised in Seattle, WA, and studied music composition at Cornish College of the Arts. He has written accompaniments for a number of collaborations with dance choreographers, music for classroom education software, and a number of video games. Most notably, he has contributed to critically acclaimed PC game Guild Wars 2, writing music and contributing all manner of nefarious plot developments in the game’s ongoing story. His music can be found on his studio’s website, www.woodlandalien.com, as well as Soundcloud and Bandcamp. For more information, go to www.leifchappelle.com.

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It is becoming very warm. Sigurd loosens his collar, unfastening the first button. The motion shakes the droplet free, and it falls, landing directly on the incomplete chord. The ink runs, dragging its tail along the rest of the page. Sigurd swears. It’s enough to let the music leave his ears. Other sounds drift in to replace them. A low bass that is not a bass. A roar that is no instrument.

Sigurd tears the thin door open, eyes flitting across every surface of the burning landscape. He attempts to spring up from his kneeling position, but his foot hooks under the edge of the table, sending him sprawling halfway out of the room. He lands stomach-first on the jagged step up, pressing the air from his lungs. Gasping, he drags himself out of the side room and into the inferno. From all directions, scents of charcoal, oolong, and chai waft over him. He hears every small creak and pop of the wood expanding and bursting while the flame engulfs it in its monstrous roar. His only coherent thought is, Where am I?

Sigurd takes several short breaths, wincing from the pain they cause. Nothing serious. Just winded. Think, Sigurd! Exit. Find the exit. A loud crack like breaking bone rings out from above. Disoriented, Sigurd hears the sound of the beam falling before he sees it. It strikes a table, which collapses under the weight of the flaming mass. It is all he can do to stand his ground.

Thoom. The sound of something large crashes against what he now recognizes as the front door. Thoom. Instinctively, Sigurd dives for cover behind the front counter. With a resounding crash, the door bursts open, revealing a terrifying sight: a creature, pitch black like the stories of The First People, wide eyes reflecting the blaze. Its gaping mouth leads not to a throat, but outward into a tube, twisting around to its hunched back. It stomps into the structure, dominating the doorway, his only way out. Three more follow, their faces as grotesque as the first.

A crazy thought pops into Sigurd’s head as he crouches there, creatures on one side, stairs on the other. He remembers the words of the professor: all you do is based on lies and deception. Not true, he thinks, as he focuses his attention on the sounds around him. When he closes his eyes, rear-eyelid patterns swirl and jolt to every small irregularity in the air. The patterns begin to reform themselves into a landscape of sound. The white noise of the fire is easy to isolate. He fades its oppressive roar to a faint hum, and then it’s gone. A puzzling thought buzzes above all the rest of the chaos in his ears: Where is everyone? It was as if two versions of the teahouse existed: the one he entered, and the one now burning. What has happened?

Dancing with Eternity, the Audiobook, Read by Author John Patrick Lowrie and Ellen McLain

HaettenschweilerOptima2400x2400LrThe audiobook version of John Patrick Lowrie’s amazing sci fi novel about the perils of immortality, Dancing with Eternity ($21.95, ASIN: B00KWGBHUO), is finally available for download on Amazon.com, iTunes, and Audible.com.

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Author John Patrick Lowrie provides the narration and male voices and his wife Ellen McLain the female voices. Both are voiceover artists of note. Lawrence Albert, Producer, Jim French Productions DBA Imagination Theatre produced. The unabridged recording is in the style of a radio play, with ambient sounds and sound effects throughout. Because John is also a composer, his piece for orchestra, In a Strange Land, and his piece for chamber orchestra, Conversations With Piltdown Man, were chosen to lead into and out of each chapter, as well as supplying music pads in the scenes that called for music. Illustrator Philip Howe provided the cover art.

John Patrick Lowrie has played Sherlock Holmes for Imagination Theatre’s The Further Adventures of Sherlock Holmes for the last fourteen years, so it was no surprise when Larry Albert suggested that Imagination Theatre produce the audiobook of Dancing With Eternity. Imagination Theatre has been producing radio plays since the ’70s and possesses an encyclopedic library of sound effects. Ellen McLain, the award-winning voice of GLaDOS in the hugely popular video games, Portal and Portal 2, was brought on board to play Steel and all of the female roles.

The novel, Dancing with Eternity, first published in 2011, earned rave reviews.

Dancing with Eternity (A++, top 10 novel of 2011) is a stellar debut that shows why science fiction is still the most interesting genre of today,” wrote Liviu Suciu of Fantasy Book Critic.

Dancing with Eternity was the inaugural winner in ForeWord Magazine’s ForeWord Firsts contest. J.G. Stinson wrote in the five star review: “Readers of the genre will likely recognize the influences of Olaf Stapledon, Fred Pohl, Cordwainer Smith, and other writers from the early years of American science fiction. Lowrie has taken those influences and kneaded them into his own life experiences to produce a story that is at once fantastic and recognizable, populated by real people with real dilemmas against a backdrop of stellar travel and adventure.”

“In the best tradition of A.E. van Vogt’s Voyage of the Space Beagle ….” wrote Robert Enstrom of New Myths, “the author explores human relations in a future without death–or nearly so. In some ways, perhaps unintentionally, the book conveys an almost religious message: Beliefs and sorrows spring from the past, and hope looks to the future, but only love transcends time.”

What would happen if Odysseus met Captain Ahab in the Fortieth Century? Only Captain Ahab is a beautiful woman named Steel who owns her own starship and Odysseus is an unemployed actor named Mohandas who’s stuck on the backside of a backwater moon because he won’t pay his taxes. Oh, and everybody—well, almost everybody—lives forever, did I mention that? And there’s a telepathic Internet that allows the entire population of the galaxy to communicate at will and even experience the world from another person’s perspective. Dancing with Eternity is a sprawling galactic odyssey that takes Steel, Mo and the crew of the starship Lightdancer on an incredible voyage of adventure, self-discovery, and revelation … And they get to go to a lot of really cool planets, too.

John Patrick Lowrie, voice of The Sniper in Team Fortress 2 and characters in over 25 video games, was born in 1952 in Honolulu, Hawaii and raised in Boulder, Colorado. At 16 he left home to make his way as a singer/guitarist/flautist/trombonist in a rock ‘n’ roll band, sleeping in parks and communes and getting to know several hippies. Surviving the draft, he graduated with highest distinction from the Indiana University School of Music and for a few years managed to make a living as a composer and guitarist in his acoustic fusion duo The Kiethe Lowrie Duet, garnering critical acclaim and opening for people who were much more famous than he was. He then decided to become an actor because the pay was better and the work was steadier. To this day he remains the only person he knows of who has done this. He met Ellen McLain, his wife of twenty-eight years, in Arnhem, Holland on a European tour of a Broadway show and started his acting career in Palermo, Italy, telling jokes to an opera house full of Sicilians who didn’t speak English. John and his wife now reside in Seattle, where they divide their professional time between acting in live theater and voice acting for computer games and radio dramas. You can find him online at lowrie.camelpress.com.

Ellen McLain, the voice of GLaDOS, the passive-aggressive AI in Portal (2007 AIAS Interactive Achievement Award for Outstanding Achievement in Character Performance) and Portal 2, (2011Spike Video Game Award in the category “Best Performance by a Human Female”) is also the voice of Gipsy Danger in Guillermo del Toro’s film, Pacific Rim. Ellen has worked in theater and opera for over thirty years. Her professional career began on Broadway with Rex Harrison in My Fair Lady and with the legendary Peggy Lee in her show, Peg. Ellen’s credits range from Linda Loman in Death of a Salesman to Mimi in La Bohème. McLain provides voices for many characters in several video games from Valve. Among them are the Administrator in Team Fortress 2, and the voice of the Combine Overwatch for the Half-Life 2 series. She also voices Broodmother and Death Prophet for DOTA 2. McLain is the only person to have her voice in all the games in The Orange Box. She sang the ending credits song to Portal, “Still Alive,” and Portal 2, “Want You Gone,” both written by Jonathan Coulton, and Ellen sang all the voices in the Turret Opera “Cara Mia Addio” by Mike Morasky featured at the end of Portal 2.

Mrs. McVinnie’s London Season, by Carla Kelly: An Outspoken Scotswoman Makes a Splash in Society

mcvinnieMrs. McVinnie’s London Season ($15.95, 344 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-955-8), a regency romance by Carla Kelly, was first published in 1990. It features a pretty young widow whose no-nonsense attitude enchants London Society and helps to put a chaotic household of unhappy children to rights. Along the way, she discovers it is possible to love more than once.

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Carla Kelly is the recipient of two RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America for Best Regency of the Year; two Spur Awards from Western Writers of America; two Whitney Awards, 2011 and 2012; and a Lifetime Achievement Award from Romantic Times. Kelly’s Mrs. Drew Plays Her Hand reprint was selected by Publishers Weekly as one of the top 5 romances in 2012.

“An enjoyable Regency romance bringing to life the dandified world of Almacks and Beau Brummel.”  Read more ….

–The Historical Novel Society

In the near future, Camel Press will also reprint Carla’s With This Ring. Miss Whittier Makes a List, Miss Chartley’s Guided Tour, Miss Billings Treads the Boards, and Miss Milton Speaks Her Mind are already available. Camel released Book 1 of Carla’s all-new Spanish Brand series, The Double Cross, in August of 2013 and will release Book 2, Marco and the Devil’s Bargain, in September of 2014. These stories feature life, love, and danger on America’s southwest border in the 1780s.

Carla Kelly is particularly celebrated for her regency romances. The Romance Reader has called her “the Grandmistress of the [Regency] genre.” According to Romantic Times, “Carla Kelly’s Regency Romances are always superb and a timeless delight.” Library Journal wrote, “one of the most respected Regency writers.”

Widowed at 24 by war, Jeannie McVinnie wishes to free her father-in-law to join his old regiment for a Highlands fishing trip. She practices a small deception by accepting an invitation issued to another Jeannie McVinnie: a plea for help from Captain William Summers to his former nursemaid to oversee the London Season of his spoiled ward. Their chaotic household also includes the captain’s snobbish sister, a boy eager for adventure, and a desolate child.

The task is daunting, but Mrs. McVinnie finds herself aided by her Scottish brogue, country-bred beauty, plain-speaking, and Beau Brummell himself, that supremely influential dandy of all dandies. Tempting as the Beau might be, Jeannie is drawn to gruff, quixotic Captain Summers. But what kind of future can a man so shackled to life at sea offer a woman who yearns for her own Scottish hearth? And how can she explain the secret she is hiding from those dear to her?

Says Kelly, “I’m a fan of the Regency, and the quixotic Beau Brummell has always interested me. I’m also a student of the Royal Navy during the Napoleonic Wars. Combining the ultimate dandy with a seafaring man—a hard man in a hard service—seemed like an interesting writing challenge. So it proved.”

A well-known veteran of the romance writing field, Carla Kelly is the author of thirty-one novels and four non-fiction works, as well as numerous short stories and articles for various publications. Carla’s interest in historical fiction is a byproduct of her lifelong study of history. She has a BA in Latin American History from Brigham Young University and an MA in Indian Wars History from University of Louisiana-Monroe. Click here to find Carla online.

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A small group of men stood at the assembly-room entrance, laughing and talking with one another and scanning the ballroom. One raised a quizzing glass to his eye; another languidly consulted a pocket watch tethered to an enormous gold chain. A third man tugged at his flamboyant waistcoat, a coat of many colors that should have cast Joseph himself into the shadow.

She gulped. It was Sir Peter Winthrop, minus his blue paint.

The fourth man wore no lace or waistcoat of biblical splendor. He was dressed soberly in black, broken only by the almost startling white of his shirtfront and the single gold watch chain that stretched across his chest. He was a crow among peacocks, and she could not tear her eyes from him. He was understated, underdressed, and elegant, from his brilliantly polished shoes to his carefully arranged hair. He was the man she had raked down so thoroughly in the menagerie only that afternoon.

The man was the picture of perfection. Jeannie looked about her in amazement. Everyone was watching him, even the couples who had already begun the waltz. If the musicians scraped and twiddled at their instruments, she did not hear it. Jeannie McVinnie watched the elegant man in silence and she began to be afraid.

Without even seeming to turn his head, the man looked about the room and raised his hand to one of the group surrounding Larinda. He started in that direction and then stopped and looked at Jeannie, bowing and smiling.

Without taking her eyes from him, Jeannie tugged at Captain Summers’ sleeve. “Captain, who is that man over there, the one, oh, you know, that one?”

Amused, Summers looked where she nodded. “I cannot say for sure, considering that I have been at sea for too long, but bless me, Jeannie McVinnie, you must mean the Beau. No one else is as beautiful. Not even me.”

Jeannie managed a slight smile at his joke. The blood drained from her face as she noticed that the man in the doorway was watching her. “Who … who?”

“Beau Brummell, you owl,” said the captain. “Yes, I am sure that is who you mean.” He gently lifted Jeannie’s hand from his arm, where she was digging into the gold swirls on his sleeve. “People say he is the most elegant thing in London, and a great friend of the Prince Regent.” The captain motioned to his sister, who stood with her friends nearby, also mesmerized by the man in the doorway. “Agatha, come sit you down with us and tell us—is that Beau Brummell?”

Lady Smeath accepted the proffered seat. “Dear me, yes, William,” she said, her voice so full of reverence that Jeannie could only stare. She tapped Jeannie playfully with the fan. “And let me warn you, Mrs. McVinnie. That man has the power to ruin a woman’s chances at a come-out with only a word or a glance.”

Two Dogs Lie Sleeping, by Lia Farrell: A Dead Visitor Stirs up the Past

2_dogsTwo Dogs Lie Sleeping ($14.95, 282 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-969-5) is the second cozy mystery by Lia Farrell in a series featuring Mae December, the successful owner of a dog boarding business in Rosedale, Tennessee. When a well-loved former resident who spent fifteen years in hiding turns up dead, a small town police force looks back in time for answers.

4.5 Stars: “The story is told from several points of view—Mae’s, July’s, Ben’s, and others—and each point of view adds greatly to the story. Not only do the different viewpoints bring more information to light, but more characters are developed and the reader is drawn into the lives of a number of them. And through it all, there are a number of dogs who add even more charm to a delightful cozy mystery. This is the second in the Mae December Mystery series and I have read the first as well. The books stand alone just fine, but my choice would be to read them in order so that the growth in some of the personal relationships can be fully savored. Mystery readers can’t go wrong if they take a trip to Rosedale, TN, to meet Mae December and the entire cast of Two Dogs Lie Sleeping.”  Read more….

—Cyclamen, Long and Short Reviews

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“I have read both books and really enjoy Lia Farrell’s cozy mysteries. This is the kind of book, where from start to finish it is hard to try and figure out who committed the murder. Ms. Farrell brings back most of the characters from the first book. This is one item I really like about an author. Even if you haven’t read the first book in this series, some give you the back ground on the characters so that you are not confused as to who is who.” Read more….

—Sharon Salituro, Fresh Fiction

“A mix of drama with some comedic moments (well, there are dogs; and a four-year-old), TWO DOGS LIE SLEEPING is an enjoyable read.  You really want to know how Mae and Ben get along; if Dory will move up in the police and if Mae’s sister will – at last – get over Tom Ferris and make peace with her husband.”

—I Love a Mystery Reviews

“The dog days of summer have never been quite like this. From its opening with a single gunshot on a sultry August evening to its satisfying conclusion, Lia Farrell’s tale of greed and murder explores a compelling range of human (and the odd canine) relationships with an intriguing cast of characters and an imaginative plot. Fast paced, multilayered, and thoroughly enjoyable.”

—Kathleen Hills, author of The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies

Book three in the series, Three Dog Day, will be released in December, 2014.

“Mae’s second adventure is even better than the first …. The mystery was quite suspenseful, while still fitting accurately within the cozy genre. If you’re looking for a compelling mystery, then this series is for you. I was kept guessing right till the end trying to figure it out before Mae and Sheriff Ben did. Lia Farrell writes very character-driven mysteries. All my favourite characters from One Dog Too Many are back and there is a new canine to love. ‘Tater’ is Mae’s new corgi puppy and she’s just adorable! Animal lovers everywhere will fall in love with Tater. Two Dogs Lie Sleeping was another fantastic whodunnit from Lia Farrell. This series is now one of my firm favourites and I’m really excited to see where she takes the series next.” Read more ….

—Cozy Mystery Book Reviews

It’s early August in Rosedale, Tennessee, and July December Powell is alone at the historic Booth Mansion, putting the finishing touches on the Showhouse room she designed for tomorrow’s grand opening. A loud noise draws her to the nursery, where a man lies dying. Not just any man, but Tom Ferris, the love of her life, who she hasn’t seen since he disappeared with no explanation some fifteen years earlier.

Who shot Tom in the back? What drove him away in the first place and made him stay away, even after his parents were killed in a car accident? What was he trying to tell July with his last breath?

The gossip mill is in high gear in the small town of Rosedale, and July is the sister of Mae, a dog breeder and kennel owner who happens to be dating the sheriff, Ben Bradley. Ben’s close relationship with the December family has thrown a wrench in his investigation, forcing him to rely on Detective Wayne Nichols, his deputies, and his office manager Dory to do most of the legwork. Meanwhile July’s marriage is imploding, and Mae already has too much to deal with—including a new corgi puppy and Ben’s four-year-old son. Mae is torn between loyalty to her boyfriend and her sister as she does her darndest to get the bottom of a case that just seems to involve more and more of their friends and neighbors.

Says Lisa, “We were inspired to write our second mystery by thinking about the expression ‘Let sleeping dogs lie,’ and just how dangerous old secrets can be.”

Mother and daughter writing team Lyn Farquhar and Lisa Fitzsimmons live in Michigan and Tennessee respectively. Both are life-long readers who are also dog lovers. Lyn owns two Welsh corgis and Lisa has two pugs and a Siberian husky. Lisa works as a Muralist and Interior Designer and her mother, Lyn, is a Professor of Medical Education. Click here to find them online.

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She pushed Matthew’s car seat out of the way. Carrying the dog beds under one arm and the Tater wriggling in the other, Mae walked into the kitchen. Popping the Tater into her crate, she asked her sister, “Should I put these two in the laundry room with the other dogs?”

“Yes, please.” July was avoiding her eyes. “I was hoping you could keep them for me for a week or so.”

Or so? Could this day get any better?

July followed her into the laundry room with Soot and Ricky. The puppies jumped happily on Tallulah, their mother, who was napping in her bed beside the utility sink. Tallulah growled. Mae set the dog beds down on the other side of the room.

“Listen, July, this might not be the best time. Matthew and Katie are upstairs right now and I’m expecting Ben any minute. I’ve got the Tater to potty train and Matthew’s here all weekend.”

“I’m sorry, Mae,” July said. Her face was tight. “I’m going to the lake house. I need a break from Fred.” She was frowning. “If you can’t keep them, I understand. I just don’t have a fenced area for them at the lake. The man who was going to build it can’t get to it until September. He’s all covered up with work this summer.” July leaned against the wall and began to cry.

“Its fine, July, don’t worry. I can keep them.” Mae looked at her sister with alarm. July hadn’t cried in front of her in years. Now, for the second time in three days, her normally self-contained big sister was dissolving in tears. July put the bag of kibble on top of Mae’s dryer, unhooked the leashes from her exuberant young porgis and turned to leave the room.

Ben appeared in the doorway with a quizzical look on his face. “Hey, July. Thought we said ‘no backsies’ when you took these two in the spring.”

“Funny,” July said. She did not sound amused. Two spots of color appeared on her cheeks. “You know what, Ben? I sure would have appreciated a heads-up on the fact that you were sending your people to trash my house today.”

Mae stepped forward, hands on hips. She glared at her boyfriend, who was staring at her sister. “Hello, Ben. Your son and his mother are upstairs. And I would have appreciated some notice about you having July’s house torn up, too.”

Ben looked at Mae. His face began to flush. “You can’t be serious—either of you. This is a murder investigation. I don’t let suspects know that we’re going to be showing up with a warrant. That gives them time to hide evidence! I’m not going to compromise an investigation that I’m already getting grief about for my involvement with your family.”

Her sister stepped around Ben as if he wasn’t even there and walked out. In the silence, Mae heard the slam of the door.


Stealing the Moon & Stars: The Heat Is On for a Team of Scottsdale PIs

Stealing_moon2Stealing the Moon & Stars ($13.95, 242 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-983-1), by Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, is Book One of a new romantic suspense series set in Scottsdale, AZ. A well-heeled beauty and a graduate from the school of hard knocks struggle to resist their chemistry as they try to solve an apparent case of embezzlement.

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“Smith and Steffens is the team to watch or better yet, the team to read. Stealing the Moon & Stars is a smooth and clever story. But don’t get too comfortable because it is also a well-crafted, suspenseful ride with unexpected twists and riveting characters. By the way, hands off. I have dibs on Eddie.”

—Maria Grazia Swan, bestselling author of Mina’s Adventures and the Lella York Series.

“A sassy maverick heiress and a sexy good guy making amends for his bad guy past form a dynamite PI team in this promising debut from Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens. A fun, romantic read, Stealing the Moon & Stars will keep you engaged all the way through its action-packed climax, and make you wish for the next book in the series. A winner!”

—Kris Neri, author of Revenge on Route 66 and Magical Alienation

“With an action-packed, tightly crafted puzzler of a plot, Stealing the Moon & Stars is an impossible book to put down. Smith and Steffens have created delightful characters in Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino that keep the reader laughing as well as shouting out warnings. Jordan and Eddie are the best mystery solving duo since Nick and Nora. Is there a fire alarm ringing? Because their relationship is smokin’ hot!”

—Jenn McKinlay, New York Times bestselling author of the Cupcake Bakery Mysteries and the Library Lover’s Mysteries

“The action and sexual tension are as hot as an Arizona summer. The Shea Investigations team put their lives, and their hearts, on the line in this action-packed crime novel.”  Read more ….

—Lesa Holstine, Lesa’s Book Critiques

“Take a private investigator who is one smart, independent lady, add a sexy business partner with a mysterious and none-too-savory past, throw in a dash of embezzlement, a dollop of betrayal, and a pinch of organized crime, and it all equals a suspenseful and witty tale that will keep you reading way past your bedtime.”

—Donis Casey, author of the Alafair Tucker Mysteries

“The romantic/sexual tension between Jordan and Eddie is palpable, but it doesn’t detract from the story at all. STEALING THE MOON & STARS is an excellent start to a brand new series with a straightforward mystery and compelling characters.” Read more ….

—The Bibliophilic Book Blog

“Enjoyed it so much it was hard to put down. Got caught up in the investigations and the love affair …. Quite a few surprises that take everyone for a turn. Throw in a mix of family members and you got a good read. Light romance and sex but enough to help move the story along and it’s the forbidden love that will make this series continue as they work together on more cases.”  Read more ….

—Julie Barrett’s Blog

“This is a great, lighthearted read. I highly recommend it for those readers who like PI, mystery and light romance!”  Read more ….

—Hily’s Beehive

“If you enjoy a fast paced romance, this will fill the bill. Add suspense and spice and you have a romantic suspense with a bit of a twist. If you are in the market for a great beach or escape reading experience then this is the work for you. It seems that we may have a new dynamic duo in private investigations.”  Read more ….

—Leslie Ann Wright, TicToc Reviews

“Their romance certainly had my heart pounding, and I can’t wait to see how their relationship evolves in book two, especially since Jordan’s left wondering if he’s being completely honest with her about his actions. But throwing more obstacles in their way only seems to bring these two closer together.”  Read more ….

—Connie Char, The Character Connection

“It was a treat reading about warm and sunny Arizona while toiling through an extremely long and cold winter. Between the desert heat and the sparks flying off of Jordan and Eddie, this book definitely made me feel all tingly inside.”  Read more ….

—City Girl Who Loves to Read

“I found this to be an adventure filled romp, sometimes a dangerous endeavor when it comes to solving this crime. As the investigation goes on, you are taken deeper into the mystery of it all. Smith and Steffens keep you guessing at every turn. If you like a thrilling suspense novel with a steamy romantic twist, you will definitely enjoy this book.”  Read more ….

—Tribute Books Mama

Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino, Scottsdale private eyes, are hired to find out who’s stealing from the Moon & Stars Children’s Foundation. Foundation employees are suspected, but just as the pieces start falling into place, Jordan discovers a hidden agenda that puts her in the crosshairs of a crime lord. Who can she trust?

Everyone has a dangerous secret, and the bodies are piling up. Even her partner, Eddie Marino, has a dark and mysterious past. Does she dare act on their attraction? Will it destroy their partnership?

The two have landed in a hornets’ nest. Nothing to do now but stir it up.

“Jean and I met via Desert Sleuths’ Sisters in Crime,” says co-author Sally J. Smith. “We had been friends for a while when one day, over coffee, we had the idea of writing together. Scottsdale, home of the rich and famous as well as the calculating and criminal, is the perfect setting for the Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino Novels. A newspaper article about embezzled funds from a local charity delivered the plot idea for Stealing the Moon & Stars. We work together side-by-side, word-by-word, literally finishing each others’ sentences. Laughter and sarcasm abound during writing sessions, with occasional disagreements, sometimes involving right crosses or karate-ninja moves. Partners in crime have never had it so good.”

Arizona native Sally J. Smith lives in Scottsdale with her husband. She stays busy at her chosen professions of writing (novels, short stories, and articles) and freelance editing. Other works include The Ghost Wore Polyester. Jean Steffens also lives in Scottsdale with her family. Her published work includes “The Night Before Christmas” in the Desert Sleuths Sisters in Crime Anthology, How Not to Survive the Holidays. Both authors are members of Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. Click here to find Sally and Jean online.

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To cool her jets and keep him from seeing the burning spots on her cheeks, she wandered over to an abstract acrylic on his wall. “New painting?”

“Mmm,” he mumbled. “You like it?”

“Yes, I do.” She headed back to his desk. “Great splash of color. Intense. It figures.”

He pulled the laptop around and flipped up the top. “It figures? How’s that? I assume you want me to burgle my way into this, as usual.”

“If you please.” She answered his last question first. “Well, you like intense art because you’re an intense person.”

He raised his eyes from the keyboard. “You think I’m intense?”

She was compelled to look away from his laser-like stare. I rest my case.

“Sometimes,” she lied.

He went back to work on the laptop and chuckled under his breath. “Intense, huh? Nah. I’m such a softy, especially where you’re concerned, angel.”

“You know my name’s not ‘Angel,’ Mr. Marino.”

“And you know my name’s not Mr. Marino. We gonna get in trouble hacking this hardware?”

“Afraid not.”

“Oh darn. That takes away all the fun.”

“I didn’t mean to ruin your day.”

“You could never do that. Just hearing your voice perks me right up.”

While Jordan watched him work, she imagined herself slinking over, grabbing him by the shirtfront and planting a kiss that would make his ears smoke.

The computer beeped several times.

“How’s it going?” Her voice sounded husky, even to her.


She paced but stopped in her tracks when he exclaimed, “Bingo!”

He spun the laptop back around. The desktop was open and active. “His middle name and birthday. Not very imaginative. It looks like there are a bunch of deleted files. You want them?”

“Deleted? Can you get them?”

“Forget who you’re talking to, darling? I’m the magic man. No problemo.” He pulled a small external hard drive from the bottom drawer of his desk and hooked it to the laptop. “Just give me a second.”

Jordan watched, marveling at the speed and competence of his invasive attack.

Eddie had worked as a Special Ops cryptologist in the military. He never talked about it. Every time she asked him about any of his cyber miracles, he said, “If I told you my secrets, gorgeous, I’d have to kill you. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

Yes sir, cryptic. That was Eddie Marino all right, but his skills certainly came in handy. At times like this, for instance.

“You’re a genius. Thanks! This could give us the break we need.”

She leaned across the desk and gave him a peck on the cheek. The kiss was innocent enough, just a spontaneous display of thanks and affection.

The response she got was totally unexpected.

Eddie latched onto her arm and got to his feet so their faces were on the same level and thrillingly close. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

Jordan was surprised. “Dinner?”

“Yes. I’ll pick you up at eight.”


He’d thrown her off balance.

“Dinner?” she asked.

“Sure. Why?”

At that very instant Eddie’s office door flew open and banged against the wall.

Before she could draw a breath, Eddie yanked her to the floor, threw himself on top of her and pulled his gun.

She twisted her head. The FedEx deliveryman quaked against the wall, three packages on the floor in front of him.

She looked at Eddie. “Overreact much?”

Sticks & Stones, by R. Franklin James: When Words Can Kill

sticks_stonesIn Sticks & Stones ($14.95, 264 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-919-0), by R. Franklin James, a woman’s efforts to clear the name of her murdered friend put her own life in danger.

Sticks & Stones is the second mystery in a series featuring amateur sleuth and paralegal, Hollis Morgan. Next Up: Return of the Fallen Angels Book Club. The series began with The Fallen Angels Book Club.

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4 Stars: “A fast paced mystery with lots going on…. I really liked the human touches…. Hollis finds a box of letters written to the dead woman in her probate case and I learned a lot about Hollis from the way in which she reacted to the letters. She goes way beyond what was required for her job to see that the outcome of the case is what it should be. Hollis also comes in contact with a young man named Vince, ‘a revering addict on the other side of withdrawals.’ Hollis buys him lunch several times and when he asks her why she is being so nice, she answers, ‘Because I could.’ Readers are sure to be captured by this plot-twisting, exciting mystery. It is a real page turner and I certainly am going to keep reading this series.”  Read more ….

—Cyclamen, Long and Short Reviews

“Who knew a simple nursery rhyme could be so dangerous? Someone knows. Someone has all the answers Hollis seeks. You’ll want to keep turning the pages to see if Hollis survives long enough to uncover the truth.”

–I Love a Mystery Reviews

“Sticks & Stones is a great read, a fun legal mystery about a great researcher who really knows her stuff. Holly is in fact more than a researcher, she’s really quite the detective too …. I enjoyed reading the book, the plot moved at a fast pace, and Hollis was a great character that is easy to like. There was even a light romance, which did not overpower the plot.”  Read more ….

–Mystery Sequels

“Sticks and Stones can break my bones ….” Despite what the old children’s rhyme says, words can cause grievous harm. A lesson ex-con Hollis Morgan, a casualty of her deceased ex-husband’s white collar crimes, knows all too well. Now she hopes to clear the name of a friend accused of libel by philanthropist Dorian Fields, a man whose charitable giving looks a lot like money-laundering. Only problem: the evidence has disappeared and her friend Catherine is found dead. A suicide, they say, although that is quickly disproved. Hollis’ friend was murdered.

Catherine was writing an article about Fields for a tabloid. Hollis and attorney Mark Haddan convince the magazine to let them carry on with the libel defense, but they have fewer than 60 days to prove Catherine’s exposé was well-founded. In the meantime Hollis has other distractions, such as awaiting the results of the bar exam. Now that she has received an official pardon, she is free to pursue her dreams of moving up in the world from paralegal to attorney. She is also helping to settle the estate of Margaret Koch, a rich client of the law firm who died leaving no heirs. And then there are the two men vying for her attention—one a police detective, the other a private eye.

Normally Hollis trusts her built-in lie detector, but in this case, too many people are lying for too many reasons. One of them is not only a liar, but a killer.

Says James, “The germ of this story came from an actual libel case. An article that ran in a supermarket tabloid recounted the exploits of a well-known personality who had sued the tabloid and forced it to print a retraction. The story itself was fairly scandalous and I imagined, since the apology didn’t appear until months later, that all types of personal damage had been done in the interim. I wondered how much insurance a tabloid would need to protect itself. And Sticks & Stones was born.”

R. Franklin James grew up in the San Francisco East Bay Area and graduated from the University of California at Berkeley. She and her husband currently live in northern California. Click here to find R. Franklin on the Web.

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Less than an hour later an unmarked car pulled up behind a police vehicle. Hollis could only imagine what her new neighbors were saying. She went to open the door.

“Hello, Ms. Morgan.”

Hollis stepped back in surprise and then felt a smile creep over her face.

“Why, Detective Faber, since when does homicide show up for a San Lucian burglary?” Hollis moved aside so he and the female officer behind him could enter.

He motioned to the officer. “Officer Vega is here to get your information. I just heard your address come across the radio. I was in the area and I thought—”

“You thought you would drop by,” Hollis said. She glanced around the room. “Well, I can assure you I’m usually a much better housekeeper than this.”

He stepped into the room and gave her a sympathetic look.

Officer Vega had already slipped on blue disposable gloves and was walking around with a small notebook. She stopped in front of the large desk in the dining room that had been emptied.

“How long were you out of the house?” she asked.

Hollis sighed. “I just got home from work. I was gone most of the day. I actually came home early.”

Vega looked into the kitchen. “You’ll need to make a list of anything you find missing and get it to us as soon as you can.”

Faber walked through the condo, went upstairs and returned to the living room. “I’m not convinced this was a burglary. I think they were looking for something in particular.”

Vega’s eyebrow lifted.

Hollis was taken aback. “Why would you say that?”

He pointed to the floor. “Only papers, books, folders are thrown around. All your electronics are still here. The stuff that’s easy for a real burglar to fence.” He walked into the kitchen and using a pencil, poked at her computer. “Why take the time to destroy your laptop?”

Vega stood in the hall doorway. “It would help if we could take it with us. Was there something important on it?”

Hollis shook her head. “Not really, mostly just class downloads and my study pages for the bar exam.”

Vega picked up the laptop and put it in a large folded plastic bag she pulled from her back pocket. “I’m going to head back to the precinct and write up a report. You can check online in forty-eight hours. You’ll need it for insurance purposes.” She handed Hollis her business card.

“Officer, I have a few more questions for Ms. Morgan,” Faber said. “I’ll meet you back at the station.”

Vega nodded and left.

Faber frowned. “Ms. Morgan, do you have any idea who might have done this?”

“Could you please call me Hollis?” She righted one of the dining room chairs and sat. “No, I don’t know anyone who would care enough about my law school notes and monthly bills to break into my home.”

“Is there a friend you can stay with or someone who can stay with you?”

Hollis shook her head. “No, there’s just me. I’ll be okay.” She sat on her shaking hand.

If Faber noticed, he didn’t say anything. He rubbed his hand over his head. “Okay, all right. Vega will take it from here.” He walked over to the front door. “Actually, there’s another reason I came in on this. I … I bought these tickets to see Yo-Yo Ma on Sunday. I know it’s short notice, but I just got them today and the only person I could think of to ask to go with me was you.”

Hollis looked up to the ceiling.


“John, call me John.” He laughed.

His laugh caught her off guard. It was surprisingly contagious.

“John, I adore Yo-Yo Ma, and I would really like to go with you—”


Hollis nodded. “But someone else already asked me.”

“Already asked you to hear Yo-Yo Ma?”

“I know. What a coincidence!” Hollis slapped her thigh. “I don’t have a date for six … never mind.” She blushed.

John laughed. “Look, maybe some other time then.”

“I would really, really like that. Please ask me again.” Hollis said in what she hoped was her most earnest voice.

He looked her in the eyes and said, “You can count on it.”

After the detective was gone, Hollis just sat, dejected, in the middle of the room. Taking a breath, she started to put the sofa pillows back in place. She didn’t usually cry, but she felt tears were just a few eye-blinks away. Pulling her thick hair back into a ponytail, she began to return books and CDs to their places on the shelves. Who would want to burgle her? She exhaled a long sigh and replaced the dining room chairs around the table.

It took the rest of the evening to return her condo to a semblance of order. She wiped her kitchen counters down with disinfectant and vacuumed the carpets twice.

A folded piece of paper under one of the corners of the living room throw rug caught her eye. It looked like binder paper—the type a child would use in school. It was folded several times until it was about one-inch square. She opened it carefully. She didn’t watch much TV, but enough to know there might be fingerprints.

She froze. It contained her name and address.

John was right, this wasn’t a random crime. She had something someone wanted, but what?

The Hard Way, by Cathi Stoler: Death by Diamond Dust

hard_wayThe Hard Way ($14.95, 280 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-949-7), by Cathi Stoler, is the third book in the Laurel and Helen New York Mystery series, which began with Telling Lies and continued with Keeping Secrets. A free getaway to Vegas turns ugly when the contest winner is murdered.

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“The scenes in this book are colorful, taking place in Las Vegas and New York. Yet when the changes occur, the writer does it so easily that readers have no problem following the tale as they ‘view’ both locales leading up to a super-terrific ending. Enjoy!”

—Mary Lignor, Suspense magazine

“Las Vegas, New York, designer duds, diamond thieves and—crucially—characters you care about make a killer combination. With crisp prose and gym-fit plotting, Stoler delivers a slice of the high life and its underbelly that keeps you turning those pages right to the tricky, tricky end.”

—Catriona McPherson, award-winning author of As She Left It and the Dandy Gilver series

“Flashy with underlying grit, just like diamond dust!”

—Laura K. Curtis, author of Twisted.

“Fast-paced, and lots of fun, The Hard Way is a Vegas tale that’s full of glamour and intrigue. I had a great time following Helen on her latest adventure.”

USA Today bestselling author Alison Gaylin

“The transitions between Las Vegas and New York are done smoothly and naturally, so there is no trouble following the flow of the action. The pacing is good, with never a slow moment. There are surprises around every corner, with mysteries within mysteries. Helen is a gutsy, smart PI and I felt her character was very well drawn. The murder mystery is complex and I didn’t solve it until nearly the end. The mystery surrounding the diamond was much easier to figure out in advance, but it was enjoyable to watch it all play out. Mystery lovers, especially those who enjoy a well-drawn setting, are sure to be captivated by this exciting adventure.”  Read more ….

–Long and Short Reviews

“There’s a lot of drama that unfolds once we get into the investigation of what is going on. I don’t want to say too much because this was a fun read and I want you to check it out as well! There is a lot going on but I didn’t find it difficult to keep track – even with it bouncing back from different sides of the country.  There also isn’t a drawn line of who is “good” and who is “bad”  – some seem to switch sides and some may be both – so how can Helen figure out who to trust and who not to trust while she tries to get to the bottom of this? Her life could be at stake! A quick and easy read – and a must read for anyone who loves a good murder mystery! A lot of twists and turns that kept me on my toes!”  Read more ….

–Concert Katie

Private Investigator Helen McCorkendale’s childhood friend, Jimmy Scanlan, has just opened January, the most lavish casino and hotel resort on the Las Vegas Strip. After attending the grand opening, Helen returns to New York and encourages her friend, Laurel Imperiole, Senior Editor at Women Now magazine, to create a get-away contest for readers offering a weekend at the hotel as the grand prize. The winner, Dawn Chapman, a jewelry store employee from Cincinnati, denies entering the contest and initially refuses the trip. Finally persuaded by Laurel to accept, she arrives at the hotel and nearly faints when she passes the hotel’s elite meeting rooms where the International Diamond Dealers Consortium is holding its annual meeting. She insists on returning home immediately.

Suspicious of her behavior, Jimmy visits her suite to encourage her to attend the Saturday afternoon pool party, saying she can leave on his private jet the next day. Later in the afternoon, he finds Chapman’s dead body by the pool. She’s been murdered—an unusual double poisoning by cyanide and diamond dust.

Dawn Chapman was not who she appeared to be, and therein lies a mystery. But to Helen and Laurel, the main task is to take Jimmy Scanlon off the suspect list and clear his name. Will their luck hold? Or will it be a crap shoot, as they roll the dice and do it ‘the hard way,’ going for doubles when the odds are against them. Losing may mean losing their lives.

Says Stoler, “Most of my writing is inspired by real life events and situations. One recent event that fascinated me was the brazen robberies being committed by a gang of European jewel thieves. Focusing on the biggest jewelers on the continent, the gang staged a series of dramatic robberies that netted them millions and millions of dollars. I imagined what it would be like to plan a fictitious heist with an incredibly valuable payoff—an almost priceless red diamond. And, what better place to set the story than in Las Vegas at a new luxury hotel hosting an International diamond convention?”

Cathi Stoler is a native New Yorker who has devoted much of her life to writing. After graduating from The Fashion Institute of Technology, she followed a career path from fashion copywriting to the world of advertising. There, she honed her skills as a Creative Director/Copywriter developing award-winning campaigns. Cathi has also published several short stories and posts regularly on the Women of Mystery blog. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America and a board member of the New York Chapter of Sisters in Crime. Click here to find Cathi online.

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George Clooney leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. Droplets of water shimmered in his hair from the boat’s spray flying up from the clear blue water. The bright, Italian sun was high in the sky and slanted across the right side of his face, highlighting one chiseled cheekbone and a perfect white smile. Helen rested her hand gently on his sculptured chest and smiled lovingly up at him. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. How lucky could one woman be? Motoring on Lake Como with this gorgeous man on such a beautiful day. If only the seagulls would stop cawing. They were making so much noise; it was hard to hear what George said. Such a racket.

Helen awoke with a start, heart pounding, the image of George Clooney slowly fading away. Her phone rang in her ear. She reached for it, still half in her dream, reluctant to let it go.

“Hello?” She inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath.

“Helen, she’s dead! She’s been murdered.”

“Jimmy?” Helen sat bolt upright, recognizing her friend’s voice, the pleasant moments from her dream totally forgotten. “Is that you? What are you talking about? Who … who’s been murdered?” She eyed the clock on her bedside table. Three o’clock a.m., which meant it was midnight in Vegas. What the hell was going on?

“That Chapman woman.”

Fully awake now, she heard the anxiety in Jimmy’s voice loud and clear.

“Someone killed her … right at the pool, this … this afternoon … at the party. They … the police … they’ve been questioning me.” I had to tell them about her. How she won the magazine contest but didn’t want to come. That we got her to agree ….” Jimmy’s voice was rising and falling with each word. His anxiety was almost palpable, coming at her in waves over the phone.

“Are you at the police station? Are they holding you? Did you call Ben Hirschfield? He needs to be with you.” Helen scrambled out of bed and searched for clothes. If Jimmy hadn’t called his attorney, she’d do it.

“Ben’s with me. We’re not at the station. I’m back at the hotel. Jeez, what a nightmare.”

“Listen to me. Give me ten minutes to get downstairs and make some coffee and I’ll call you right back. Okay? Can you do that? Just wait until I get back to you. We’ll figure this out.”

“All right. Please hurry. This is bad, Helen, really bad.”

The Infinity Program, by Richard H. Hardy: A Quantum Computer Run Amok

infinity_programIf a computer told you it could save the world, would you believe it?

The Infinity Program ($13.95, 250 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-933-6), is a work of science fiction by debut novelist Richard H. Hardy.

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5 Stars: “Hardy is smart to use a sci-fi hook in order to discuss these crucial cultural issues. He draws readers in with an otherworldly premise that promises to entertain, while enlightening them about the challenges that people face in everyday life that are no less extraordinary or important than a super intelligent species looking to take over the earth. He mixes the mundane with the fantastical to maximum effect, causing readers to think with their minds and their hearts. Framed in this context, prejudice and intolerance are just as frightening as getting encapsulated in gelatinous slime or being resurrected by nanobots.” Read more ….

—Nicole Langan, Scranton Book Examiner

“I was highly impressed with the storyline and the way everything played out. With ups and downs, a touch of romance, and a bunch of pig headed supporting characters, The Infinity Program by Richard H. Hardy is sure to please the high tech science fiction readers as well as the readers who are not so technically savvy.  In general, this novel was absolutely fantastic!  I am more than ready to see what Hardy comes up with next.”  Read more ….

—Jennifer Hass, BC (blogcritics), Room with Books Blog

“The Infinity Program proved to be a fantastic and captivating read, providing interesting and well rounded characters with a definitely relatable situation. Hardy’s work is well written, though potentially overwhelming for your non-tech speaking fellows, offering insight to those who both enjoy alien conspiracies and technology mixed into one. He pulls upon the idea that we are not alone in this universe, and definitely holds his own in the Science Fiction Genre. I highly recommend any science fiction lovers to give this book a try.”  Read more ….

–The Librarian Fatale

“I plowed through The Infinity Program, thoroughly enjoying it despite not understanding approximately 20% of the terminology…. It’s not so different from reading Dan Brown or Robert Ludlum …. Jubilant, self-indulgent mind candy. Enjoy!”

—S. Millinocket, Readers Lane

5 Stars: “With ups and downs, a touch of romance, and a bunch of pig headed supporting characters, The Infinity Program by Richard H. Hardy is sure to please the high tech science fiction readers as well as the readers who are not so technically savvy.  In general, this novel was absolutely fantastic!  I am more than ready to see what Hardy comes up with next.”  Read more ….

—Jennifer Hass, Blogcritics

This is definitely a nice book to read if you know about computers or like to read about aliens. There was a great balance and I felt as though I could understand all the computer “lingo”. Harry has no idea what he is unleashing. Will he be able to fix what he has done, or is it too late? I liked that Jon and Harry were friends, but not best friends. They were believable as coworkers. The ending was good. I also thought that the book was paced pretty good. I am giving this book a 4/5. – See more at: http://www.dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-infinity-program-by-richard-h-hardy.html#sthash.sRgaBU3p.dpuf

“This is definitely a nice book to read if you know about computers or like to read about aliens. There was a great balance and I felt as though I could understand all the computer ‘lingo.’ Harry has no idea what he is unleashing. Will he be able to fix what he has done, or is it too late? I liked that Jon and Harry were friends, but not best friends. They were believable as coworkers. The ending was good. I also thought that the book was paced pretty good. I am giving this book a 4/5.”  Read more ….

—Deal Sharing Aunt Blog

“Until close to the end, I wasn’t sure which way things were going to fall. This book reminded me of early science fiction stories…. Hardy did an excellent job of making the details accessible for a layperson…. I know next to nothing about [the programming world], and I was pulled into the story. So, it works for the layperson too…. a fun, light read.”

—Cora Foerstner, Exploring Speculative Fiction

This is definitely a nice book to read if you know about computers or like to read about aliens. There was a great balance and I felt as though I could understand all the computer “lingo”. Harry has no idea what he is unleashing. Will he be able to fix what he has done, or is it too late? I liked that Jon and Harry were friends, but not best friends. They were believable as coworkers. The ending was good. I also thought that the book was paced pretty good. I am giving this book a 4/5. – See more at: http://www.dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-infinity-program-by-richard-h-hardy.html#sthash.sRgaBU3p.dpuf

Jon Graeme and Harry Sale are unlikely friends. Harry is a world-class programmer, but his abrasive personality alienates co-workers. In contrast, Jon is a handsome and easy-going technical writer, the low man on the IT totem pole.

Sharing a love of nature, the men set out together, planning to go their separate ways—Jon on a hike and Harry, fly fishing. Three days later, Jon arrives at the rendezvous point, but his friend is nowhere in sight. When Jon finds Harry unconscious on the floor of a cave, Harry claims to have been lying there the entire time. But he is neither cold nor hungry. What Jon doesn’t know is that Harry fell into an underground cavern, where he came into contact with an alien quantum computer.

Back at work, Harry jettisons his regular tasks and concentrates exclusively on inventing new operating language to access the alien system. In the process he crashes his office’s Super Computer and is fired. Jon convinces the company to give Harry a second chance, arguing that the system he has invented will make them millions.

Jon has no idea what havoc Harry is about to unleash.

Says the author, “When I worked with programmers, I saw them blow up and walk out the door over a point in logic and react to criticism like a mother who had just been told that she had an ugly baby. I saw them working thirty-six hours straight, absolutely ecstatic when they had a breakthrough, or banging their heads against their desks when they failed. They were passionate, intense, and larger than life. I soon decided to write a book about them. Not the same people, of course, but imaginary characters filled with that intense passion and bubbling over with that odd mix of logic and irrationality.”

Richard H. Hardy was born in Glasgow, Scotland. His family later moved to England and then on to America. Most of Richard’s career has been in Hi Tech, where he was soon promoted from technical writer to Senior EDI Programmer, creating EDI maps and writing UNIX scripts and troubleshooting on AIX systems throughout the U.S. and Canada. The Infinity Program is Richard’s first published novel. He and his wife live in New Hampshire. Click here to find Richard online.

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When Harry blinked his eyes open, he didn’t know where he was. He tried to recall where he had been and what had brought him here, but the effort only confused him. Not only did he not know where he was, but he also couldn’t recall who he was.

He grunted when he felt a sudden pressure against his genitals. Looking downward, he saw that his body was enveloped in an odd, greenish light. Some kind of mechanical arm was holding him up. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that the arm was attached to an amorphous, though vaguely pyramidal, shape. Suddenly, the metal arm began to move upward. He could see his feet lift from the floor as the steel arm swung in a short arc.

A driving spray of oily fluid pummeled his body. He opened his mouth to scream but could not. The bitter oil flooded into the back of his mouth and choked him, and he began to cough convulsively, kicking and struggling against the steel arm that held him. Seized by panic, he fought like a demon, throwing his arms out wildly and kicking against the steel harness. He barely noticed the minute sting of a small needle as it stabbed into his upper right thigh. In the next instant he went completely limp, engulfed by a rush of euphoria. He began to giggle foolishly. This is all just a crazy dream, he thought. A second later, he was asleep.

When consciousness returned, he lay in a prone position. As his eyes began to focus, he saw that his entire body was encapsulated in a clear, gelatinous material. A half-dozen ribbed plastic tubes were connected to his chest. He tried to follow them to their source, but they stretched into an unknown blackness.

The scene overwhelmed him and he could make no sense of it. I must be in an intensive care unit, he thought, and under heavy-duty drugs. But then he was struck by another realization: since he had woken, he had not taken so much as a single breath. He tried to breathe deeply and found that nothing happened; he could not even feel the movement of air into his lungs or the physical expansion of his chest. It was as though nothing was there. He was a disembodied entity, floating in gelatinous womb.

Am I dead?

He tried to move his hands and feet but could feel no sensation in his entire body, save for a thickening in the back of his throat. What had happened to him? The memory of falling and the recollection of his own screaming voice came rushing back.

Something to his left caught his eye. A vaguely familiar shape, pyramidal in form, glided toward him, its motion as smooth as a puck on ice. It had a single mechanical arm. Where had he seen it before? Attached to the end of the arm was the largest hypodermic needle he had ever seen. It was at least eight inches long. Harry’s eyes widened in terror and he tried to scream, but his vocal cords, like the rest of his body, would not respond. He felt the contact of the needle at the base of his neck penetrate upward toward his head. Time seemed to stretch into eternity before he slipped into merciful oblivion.