Monday, September 30, 2013



Author: George A. Bernstein
Genre: Romantic Suspense

The darkness is still, silent. Jackee Maren’s heart pounds reverberating through her body as fear sears her veins. Someone’s coming. No way out. This time they will kill me. Her breath is short, her chest burns. Must run. Faster. Faster! Her eyes fly open, her heart still racing with blinding fear. Jackee breathes deeply with relief and stares at the ceiling desperately trying to calm herself. The same dream. Something, someone is watching… and waiting.

A tragic car accident leaves beautiful, vibrant Jackee Maren completely paralyzed, mentally alert but trapped in “Locked-in Syndrome,” able to move only her eyes. Jackee’s husband, Phil, is devastated and her two young boys left with nothing but a shell for a mother, but still, Jackee senses the foreboding of an evil presence and knows time is short.

Slowly, Jackee learns to communicate with her physical therapist, Kevin, by blinking her eyes. As evidence comes to light that her car accident was no accident, Jackee knows she must expose the person who wants her dead before they get a second chance.

While Jackee works her mind to put all the clues together, she discovers she has the ability to sense the thoughts of others, but she hides this talent from everyone but her sons, not knowing whom she can trust. By actively exercising her new psychic ability, Jackee finally learns who masterminded the accident but seems helpless to stop them from trying to kill her again.

Slowly a psychic plan forms to not only ensure her boys are safe forever, but to exact revenge on her would-be murderer. Jackee vows not to rest until this would-be-killer understands what it is to be TRAPPED! But she must hurry, with only a year to live.


Intense is the first word that comes to mind in this story!  Bernstein does an amazing job at making you feel the frustration, anger, fear, and determination of Jackee.  It took me a little time to understand Jackee's situation, but then I think that is how Bernstein wanted it.  After all, it took Jackee some time to understand as well.  

I didn't feel any slow parts in this story.  The only dragging I noticed was it dragging me ever onward.  It felt like an edge of your seat read, constantly wanting to know what would happen next and how Jackee would cope. All I can tell you is you MUST read this to find out!

Trapped was an exciting read that I'm sure I will read again.  I even plan to buy this in print to have it on my shelf.  Thank you George Bernstein for this great book.

Author Bio

George Bernstein is a youthful seventy-seven-year-old, with a B.A. from Northwestern University, now living in south Florida with Dolores, his wife of 54 years. He is the retired president of a publicly held Chicago company.

George’s main interest now is as a serious novelist. He has attended numerous writers’ conferences and seminars, including that of famous fiction agent, Donald Maass, and he has worked with independent editor, Dave King, all with the goal of improving his craft.

George’s first novel, Trapped, is published by TAG Publishers, after being a finalist in their Next Great American Novel contest. Dee Burks and her staff really love the story, and have put a lot of effort into comprehensive editing and revision suggestions, making Trapped the best it can be. Trapped was also a finalist at the 2012 Florida Writers Association RPLA fiction contest, and has since acquired over seventy 4 & 5-Star reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.

George has also recently released his 2nd novel, A 3rd Time to Die, which has been received with several 4 & 5-Star reviews. The most common comment for both novels is: “I couldn’t put it down.”


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Dream Child - spotlight


I messed up. In my excitement over this book, I posted the review early, but that's okay by me.  When I see books like this, I have no problem sharing more than once!  Plus, you can still go and read the review HERE.
This is a book worth buying!

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Amazon:  ·         Dream Student  ·         Dream Doctor
·         Dream Child  ·         Dream Family  ·         Waking Dream

Smashword:  ·         Dream Student  ·         Dream Doctor  
·         Dream Child  ·         Dream Family  ·         Waking Dream

Barnes & Noble:  ·         Dream Student  
·         Dream Doctor  ·         Dream Child  
·         Dream Family  ·         Waking Dream

Meet the Author

J.J. (James) DiBenedetto was born in Yonkers, New York. He attended Case Western Reserve University, where as his classmates can attest, he was a complete nerd. Very little has changed since then.

He currently lives in Arlington, Virginia with his beautiful wife and their cat (who has thoroughly trained them both). When he's not writing, James works in the direct marketing field, enjoys the opera, photography and the New York Giants, among other interests.

The "Dreams" series is James' first published work.

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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Catching a Sorcerer

Catching A Sorcerer
Author: Sara Walker
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Audience: Young Adult
Formats: Paperback and E-book
Publisher: Sara Walker
Cover by: Melody Simmons
Pages: 198
ISBN-10:  1491049804
ISBN-13: 978-1491049808
Date Published: May 2013

After a sorcerer kills her mother, fifteen year old Melantha is asked to help catch him. She wants nothing to do with it, but then she learns one of her classmates is the son of the sorcerer. With her spell-turner powers not yet developed, the mission will be dangerous, but it will be downright deadly if the sorcerer figures out who she is and decides she will follow in her mother's footsteps. 

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Catching a Sorcerer eBook Cover 72dpi WEBSITEOMG!  I was hooked from the beginning!  I absolutely LOVE this book!  It pulled me through and I didn't want to put it down.  I don't know if Sara Walker put a spell on the book or not, but I am definitely an instant fan.  The character interactions are unbelievably realistic.  In fact, the beginning sounded almost exactly like people I actually know!

Walker has captured the spirit and heart of her readers and I, for one, don't want to be released.  I have added her other books (listed on Goodreads) onto my TBR list and I am looking forward to reading more of her work. 

Not only do you connect with the main character, Mel, but you also easily build a bond with the supportive characters also.  There is no end to people you love, hate, or love to hate.  I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes YA, fantasy, or both.  I wouldn't be surprised if this book wins over new fans to the genre too.

Our Special Guest – author Sara Walker speaks about being a writer...

I'm not sure exactly when I became a writer. It's this thing that's always been a part of me. When I was two years old, I had an imaginary friend, though I like to say she was my first character. When I was in middle school I worked on the writing team for the school play. It was a great experience. I also begged my teacher to let me go to a special book-making enrichment class, even though I was not one of the identified enrichment kids. She warned me that it probably wasn't the kind of book-making that I was looking for, but she let me go. She knew I wanted to be an author, though I'd not told her. I've never forgotten the support she showed me.

After my first son was born I fell into a time of depression, like most new moms do, and I knew I needed to do something about it. I realized one day that I wasn't reading books anymore—I could barely read a magazine, and even then I only skimmed the captions under the photos. I knew I was missing reading and writing, so I forced myself to start going to the library. That's when I found Diana Gabaldon's work, and in the acks she mentioned the Compuserve Writers Forum. I signed up.

I started writing things and submitting them to the critique group. I learned so very much there, but I was writing in a genre different from everyone else. So I found other critique groups. And then I quit critique groups for a while so I could learn to hear my own voice, learn to listen to my own writing instincts. It's very easy to start picking up everyone else's suggestions for improvement and lose your own voice. I saw this happening to other writers and I didn't want it to happen to me.

There have been times when I quit writing, when I was so frustrated, when I decided I would never, ever go back because I would be a much happier person without writing in my life. But it's not true. If there's ever a day when I don't write because of unforeseen circumstances, I turn into an ugly bear. Really. I'm utterly miserable to live with because I'm miserable inside. Then along comes some idea that's burning to be put down in words, and look at that—I'm writing again. And happy.

So now I write every day. I make time for it; I don't wait to be inspired. I write in the morning, even if I have to get up at five A.M. and then head out to a full-time day job. I write because I believe it's important to be true to yourself and to honour who you are. It wasn't so much that I became I writer one day like a butterfly sheds its chrysalis. It's more like I've always been a writer and to remember that I just have to put pen to paper.

If you want to become a writer, here's what you do: write every day, read at least one book a week, submit your writing for feedback, and don't give up.


Sunday night and I was learning to turn a summoning spell. Though I'd spent most of my life being home schooled, I had a feeling this was not a normal family activity for other fifteen year old girls.
"Gran, when I told you I wanted a cell phone, this wasn't what I had in mind," I said.
Gran picked through a handful of wheatberries, looking for just the right one to add to her pot. We stood at opposites sides of the round table with a copper pot in front of each of us and a host of ingredients filling the table between.
"Cell phones don't work for members of the magical community," she said.
"What community? It's just you and me."
Dumping ingredients into a pot had nothing on the convenience of electronic communication. Kids at school were constantly using theirs to call each other, text, watch videos. But not me. I wasn't allowed to have one. I had to learn the "old ways."
Gran sighed, and I knew by the way her lips were pursed that she didn't intend to elaborate. She'd been trying to get me to learn spells every night for weeks now. I'd finally caved in hopes she would back off, but that plan hadn't worked out quite like I'd hoped.
"I have to go to the library tonight," I said. I dumped a handful of crispy dried lavender flowers—for devotion so the line of communication would stay clear— into my pot.
In another time we might have been called witches. But now that term was considered derogatory. We were spell-turners. Well, Gran was. I wouldn't be a full spell-turner until I turned sixteen and came into my full powers. In all my fifteen years, in all the time I'd spent in Halifax and my current residence in Ottawa, I'd never met another turner, not another magical creature of any kind, until the day my mother died.
If there was a magical community out there, I wouldn't know it.
I hadn't been out of the apartment except to go to school in six weeks. I needed to get away, to hang with some friends— even just for a little while.
"We have books here," Gran replied in a stern tone. This was an old argument.
She was right— we had books here. Every wall of the living room was filled to the ceiling with shelves, every shelf filled with books. All had belonged to my mother.
Without coming right out to say so, Gran was subtly reminding me of the reason I was confined to the apartment. My mother had been killed by a black-spell sorcerer— that is, a sorcerer who chooses to use death to fortify his spells. For some reason Gran thought he would come after me. But I wasn't a full turner yet. I had only partial powers. Until my sixteenth birthday, every spell I turned would dissipate the moment it came together. "Learning powers," Gran called them. "Just enough juice to see what you're doing, but not so much as to harm yourself or anyone else."
She seemed convinced I had these learning powers, but for some reason my spells never seemed to turn out right no matter how carefully I followed her instructions. And that was bad news. Even though they didn't want me to know, I'd heard my mother and Gran fighting about me. Gran thought I was either a late blooming white turner or a null— a turner's daughter born without powers. My mother refused to believe I was a null. So Gran was on a mission to prove one way or another I had learning powers or I was deliberately faking not having them out of extreme laziness.
"Your mother was a good white turner," Gran said. "She loved turning spells with me when she was your age. Couldn't get enough of it."
Her mention of my mother hit me square in the gut.
"Didn't she like to do anything else? Anything normal?"
Gran pinched her lips together again. She didn't like to speak about my mother beyond her gifted spelling abilities.
I directed the conversation back to the topic at hand.
"I really need the books at the library," I said. I followed her actions and, using a wooden spoon, swirled in two cups of diluted bay leaf extract for strength. I turned the spell clockwise, same as she did. We were on opposite sides of the small round kitchen table, so I had to think for a minute which way to turn my spoon.
"Why?" Gran asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. Everything was suspicious to Gran.
I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes. "I have homework." 
"What homework?"
"What do you mean? I go to high school now. I get homework." I used to be home-schooled. Right up until 52 days ago when I lost my mother. Then Gran had to take over as my teacher. She used to be able to teach my lessons for the few months of the year when I went to live with her in Halifax, but now that I was in grade ten, my studies had advanced to the point where she didn't understand anything in my textbooks. So she marched me down to the nearest high school. She would have signed me up right then, but they were closed for winter holidays. Imagine that.
"The new semester starts tomorrow, February second, according to the literature I received from the school," she pointed out.
Crap. "I'm catching up from last semester," I said, carefully examining a handful of calendula. I felt more than saw Gran carefully examining me.
"Who's the boy?" she asked.
"There's no boy," I answered quickly. Too quickly. Double crap.
"I might not know much about quadriplegic equations or—"
"Quadratic equations," I corrected.
"Or, what goes into a good Theseus statement, but—"
"Thesis statement. Theseus killed the Minotaur."
"But," she said again with emphasis, ignoring my corrections, "I know my granddaughter."
This time I did roll my eyes. "Whatever."
His name was Rory Macdonald. But I wasn't about to tell Gran that. I met him in the principal's office on the morning of my first day. It was his first day, too. A drunk driver had killed his parents and now he was living with his aunt. I met him again later in the day at the guidance counsellor's office. A special grief counsellor had been brought in to meet with us. Neither of us wanted to meet with her, but nobody asked us. His aunt was almost as controlling as my Gran.
We didn't have plans for tonight, so I didn't have to worry about calling him to cancel. He'd mentioned he'd found this place, where he liked to go on Sunday nights to play bass guitar for a band. I'd only hoped to stop in and hear him play.
"You may invite him to come here," Gran said, ignoring my denials. She released three drops of cedar oil, for dedication, into the liquid swirls in her pot. "But you won't be going out."
I bit back a scream. It used to be my mother and Gran had no trouble keeping friends out of my life, what with shipping me off to Halifax twice a year and homeschooling me. I never got to go to birthday parties, Halloween parties, camping trips or any other fun thing that normal girls did.
"Friendship is dangerous," Gran would say. My mother would agree. She would even agree when they were having that big fight that lasted for weeks.
I tried a new angle. "I need to use the computers at the library."
"What do you need those confounded contraptions for?" she asked. Her tone was one of surprise, even though this wasn't the first time we'd talked about my needing a computer for schoolwork. She just didn't get the concept of computers. Ever.
I listed the reasons on my fingers. "Research, report presentation, statistical analysis—"
"Hmph. In my day we had to do all of that by hand." She peered down her nose at the runny swirls in my pot. While mine was little more than a pathetic soup stock, hers had taken on shimmering hues of purple and green. I didn't have to see her face to know she was disappointed.
Still, I pressed my case. "Look, it's not a big deal. I can take care of myself."
"Hmph." She tapped the wooden spoon on the pot rim.
"Please? Can I go for an hour?" Oh, man. That sounded so desperate.
"No," she said simply, placing her spoon on the table next to her pot. She carried the empty vials to the sink and turned on the hot water. 
"Gran—" I cried.
"I cannot permit it, Melantha. If you do not go outside this apartment with me, then you do not go outside this apartment at all."
I rolled my eyes and groaned. "You are completely impossible!"
If my words stung even the slightest, she didn't show it. She carried on with washing the dishes. "I'm sorry, Melantha. But I promised your mother."
"Promised her what? Promised you would keep me a prisoner and never talk about her?"
I slumped into a chair with my arms crossed. This was hopeless. Gran was super stubborn. I needed a new approach.
Temporarily abandoning my potion, I snagged the tea towel on the way to the sink. Unexpected helpfulness always put Gran in a good mood. I hoped it would be good enough to let me out.
She cleared her throat. "Your potion is incomplete."
"My potion is nothing but water with twigs and leaves in it." I noticed she didn't tell me not to dry the dishes. Nor did she tell me to start over and make the potion again. We'd been down that road before. It always resulted in the same thing: failure. Whatever it took to make a potion, I didn't have it. My mother and Gran had been convinced my spells would come together the closer I got to my sixteenth birthday, but so far they always amounted to nothing.
"Did you project your light into it?" she asked in that snippy tone that said she already knew the answer.
"Yes." I hated it when she said "light" instead of "magic".
"And?" Gran prompted.
"And what? Nothing happened." I shrugged. I felt my power, my magic. It flowed through me, the same as blood and oxygen flowed through me. It was there. I could feel it the entire time we put together these spells. But magic also dredged up too many memories of my mother. And there wasn't much light there when I thought about how she died. It was more like a choking sensation. I hated that feeling.
"You're not trying hard enough," Gran said. That was what she always said. I didn't answer. There was no point. She'd already made up her mind.
Maybe the truth was, I could have tried harder, but turning spells just felt wrong. If my mother had been killed by bullets, would I still be expected to attend target practice?
"I don't understand what's so bad about having friends," I said, plucking a soapy plate from the drain board.
She shut off the water. "You know the reason. They can be used against you. And you against them. It's better for everyone if you just don't have them to begin with."
Yeah, I'd heard that part before. It was stupid. For some reason my mother and Gran thought I would be kidnapped and held for ransom. I couldn't understand why. We didn't have anything of value. It wasn't like we were millionaires.
So who were they protecting me from?
"As for going out alone," Gran continued as she washed a pot, "there are many kinds of evil out there. You are not safe on your own."
"But I won't be on my own. I'll be with friends!"
"Together you'll be on your own."
"But that makes no sense at all!"
An eerie wind howled outside the windows. If the weather was getting worse, I was sure to lose this argument. I crossed the apartment to the living room windows and used the tea towel to clear away the condensation on the cold glass. Snowflakes swirled under the streetlights below. Even the weather wanted to keep me inside.
There was a sharp knock at the door. I met Gran's gaze. She appeared as surprised as I was, but where I welcomed any and every visitor, I knew she would send away whoever was on the other side of that door. By the expression on her face, she suspected I'd invited a friend over without permission. I hadn't, but knowing Gran, that wouldn't make a difference.
I dove for the door, but Gran beat me to it. She leaned cautiously up to the peephole.
"Open up, Alberta. I'm here to speak to the girl." It was a man's voice— muffled, old and tired. The voice of someone older than Gran, someone ancient.
The girl? I hoped for his sake, he wasn't referring to me. There was something familiar about the voice, something that sent a nervous sense of foreboding all the way down to my toes. This was one visitor I didn't want to see.

Meet the Author
A former bookkeeper, Sara always preferred books over numbers, and finally put aside her calculator to write stories and work part-time in a library. She is the founder of, a website established in 2008 that specializes in promoting urban fantasy and speculative fiction. Her articles and fiction have been published in anthologies and online.

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Sep 23
Scandalous Book Blog - Review

NerdGirlOfficial - Review

Write Away Bliss - Spotlight, Guest Post

Black Words-White Pages Teen/Young Adult - Spotlight

Sep 24
My Family's Heart Book Reviews - Spotlight, Author Interview

Sep 25
Reading In Twilight - Guest Post

Sep 26
My Bookopolis - Review

Author Leah DW - Author Interview

Sep 27
Bookalicious Traveladdict - Spotlight

Sep 28
Tammy's Tea Time - Review

Sep 29
The Book Addict - Review

Rambling Voices in My Head – Review and Spotlight

Sep 30
Rose & Beps Blog - Spotlight

Oct 1
Bookmark Barbie - Review, Spotlight

Oct 2
Author Karen Swart - Character Interview

Oct 3
Bound 4 Escape - Review

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Mythical Books - Author Interview

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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Busy! Busy! Busy!

I can take a breathe today, at least for a moment.  

I am so excited about the line-up of books I have set up for you all.  There are tons of books that promise to be great reads that I will review for you, a few promos, cover reveals, some new releases, interviews, and even guest posts!  I'm on the lookout for guests that will be bringing you some great information also.

On my own writing front, I have another ShortBook that will be released soon, called Xandra.  I'm making progress in The Sword of Israj (Tunuftol book 4) and For Giva de Vine (Payton Chronicles book 2).  There are a couple off shoots for the Tunuftol series that I am researching for also.  One of my short stories, The Inimitable Vampire Child, was published in a charity anthology called In Vein (available at Amazon)

With the business end of life at Snow Flower Enterprises, we have exciting things happening too!  Our newest author, Marissa Carmel, will be publishing her first book with us through the  Snow Flowers After Dark division.  The book: Strip Me Bare is scheduled for release on October 10th!!!  It is already listed on Goodreads and you can also see it at Snow Flowers After Dark, if you are 18+.

Emily Walker is also working on a new project with Snow Flowers After Dark.  Her cover reveal for The Kingdom (also listed on Goodreads) is scheduled for October 31st with Around the Universe Tours, and is planned for release in Feb. '14!

Katie Mendez, a wonderful new author of Home Alone: A Family Guide for Latch Key Kids, has a book in the works also.  We are hoping it will be ready for a November release!! It is an adorable story about a mouse family at Christmas.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Children of the Plague Tour - Review


In the darkest corners of lower Manhattan, a battle like no other rages. The city is home to a hidden group of survivors of the nanite plague, and a brother and sister born to defend their race. With a touch that can destroy nanites, Lanni, sister of Alex, is their last chance. Can she save her brother? Can she protect mankind's only hope? Or will she be responsible for the destruction of the last humans on earth? It's going to be another long day...

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I am definitely a new fan of Mr. Carrico!  There were a couple places I got confused about who and where we were, but overall this was a fast paced, exciting read that trapped me in its Con.  Lanni is a compelling character that is easy to relate too despite her completely unusual situation.  I don't like giving away too much in reviews.  The blurb was enough to pull me in and the story had no problem keeping me there!

I really enjoyed reading this book and am waiting on the edge of my figurative seat to read more about Lanni and her new companions.  I will keep a lookout for more in this series as well as other books by Gregory Carrico!

Meet the Author:
Gregory Carrico is a former dental practice management consultant and software trainer. Abandoning his dream of working the daily grind until death, he was forced into the thankless life of a fiction writer. Now an Best Selling horror and science fiction writer, as well as a 2013 HFA Author of the Year Finalist, he finds a small degree of succor in crafting despicable bad guys and then tricking readers into caring about them.
When not creating new worlds and plotting their destruction, he advocates for adopting rescue dogs, and politely urges slower drivers to get out of the passing lane.

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Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Descent From Truth

A randomly chosen commenter will receive an autographed hardcover version of the author's previous book, The Price of Sanctuary.  The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. So, comment here and check out the tour for even more chances to comment!  It's almost over. So, you better hurry.  Go to Goddess Fish Tours for the schedule.  Trust me, it's worth it!  The exclusive excerpts alone are an amazing read! 


Alex Bryson is patrolling Rocky Mountain backcountry in his job as a security guard when he discovers a woman with a baby wandering alone in the snow far from the nearest road. He takes them to shelter in a weekender cabin and sees a newscast that suggests the woman, Pia Ulmer, kidnapped the baby from its rightful parents and that it is the sole heir of Peru’s wealthiest and most corrupt family. Pia claims that she is the baby’s mother, and Alex doesn't know what to believe. After turning her in, he continues to struggle with his budding feelings for her and remains unsure of the true story. He becomes more and more involved until finally there is no turning back—lives are on the line. He helps Pia get free from a brutal world that values money over life, and together they devise a plan to reclaim the baby. Just when it looks like they might succeed, they discover an international conspiracy that changes the game entirely.

Exclusive Excerpt #19

“With your kid dead,” Faust told her, “the old man has no further interest in you. Before that trip to the U.S., you and I had a good thing going. You treat me right, maybe we can get it back. You’ll have to convince me, though.”

Pia’s shoulders sagged, her face contorted. She set the water glass aside, wiped her eyes with the back of a hand, and fixed her gaze on the carpet once more, fingers intertwined in her lap. “There is nothing you can do to me that is worse than what you already have,” she said, her voice so soft he had to strain to hear.

Her words shot anger through him so abruptly, so powerfully, that it was almost painful. “I can kill you. No one will care.”

Slowly, as if moving her head caused pain, she looked up at him. “Do it.”

“Your thumb still give you trouble?” A brief search through drawers in his closet unearthed the metal thumb sleeve with its recessed Allen-head screw. Holding it so she could see it, he loomed over her, expecting her to shy away, to pant and tremble the way she had when he’d used it before.

No expression, no sound. She simply extended the misshapen thumb, an invitation to clamp the device on it.

Grasping her hand, he inspected the thumb, manipulated it. “Joint’s fused. Nail’s pretty much shot. And I never even tightened the screw all the way down.”

Lips compressed, she stared impassively, her hand resting in his.

“Maybe we should start fresh, make the other thumb match this one.”

She held up her other hand, fingers loosely fisted, thumb extended.

“You think that’s the worst I can do?” He tossed the thumb sleeve on the dresser. “Unless you convince me you’re worth something, you’ll end up begging me to kill you. But I won’t do it until your brain shuts down, stops registering pain. Then I’ll fly you out over the water and feed you to the sharks.” He checked the clock again. Time to hit the road. “You’ve got a day to think about that. To figure out how to make me want to keep you.”

Meet the Author
Working with traveling carnivals and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the U.S. and introduced him to a plethora of colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. After several years as an Air Force officer and then a university professor with a Ph.D. in economics, Greer developed an interest in writing fiction and attended workshops at the University of Iowa, the University of Nebraska, and Bryn-Mawr College. He also studied with the U.C. Davis Extension program and the Algonquian Writers Group. His most recent novel, THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH is available at and other e-book retailers. Please visit Greer at