When Life Gets in the Way

I’ve been taking care of Mom for a long time.  As a sole caregiver (no friends or family or outside support), it’s been quite a learning experience to say the least.  It’s also been difficult—and I’ll admit it—something that I’ve sometimes resented.  I’m human and I’m old(er).  At this stage, I believed I’d [finally] be my own person.  That’s okay; as Joanie would say, it is what it is.  <LOL>

This past weekend, life threw one of those curveballs.  Mom fell and ended in ER—twice.  Now, I/we must face the reality that I can no longer do this solo while working full-time (to not work would mean living on the street, so quitting is not an option).

A new world is opening up—I’m not sure I like this one.  Maybe it’s that the ensuing disorders and difficulties that arrive with old age scare the <bleep> out of me.  To see it in Mom means to [eventually] see it in myself.

Despite the issues, Mom doesn’t think of herself as old—except when the mirror provides an unwanted reality check.  Her having to cope with a body that has decided to do its own thing is proving challenging and more than annoying, and I totally get that.  We all like to be in control.

So-o when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade, as they say.  And if the pucker level is so tart that it rumples and crumples your face?  You add sweetness, as much as you need to smooth the folds. WPlifethespruceeatsDOTcom

Here’s to life and its challenges.  May they help us develop, but not despair . . . learn, but not lose hope.

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Happy Saturday . . . given I post very early, I always have posts/info prepared in advance . . . and was hoping to provide the interview I’d mentioned this past Wednesday.  I don’t see it, however.  That’s okay.  Stuff happens.

So-o, given Shameless Saturday Self-Promotion has become a bit of a “thing” for many of us writers and bloggers, I’m simply going to ask / beg / implore / beseech / cry <LOL> that you [perhaps] give one of my books a read? A review would be most welcome, too—bad or good.  I’m a writer.  I can take it <fingers crossed behind back>.

From the Triple Threat Investigation Agency trio—JJ, Rey, and Linda—and myself, have a marvelous weekend.

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And . . . Happy Remembrance Day / Happy Veterans Day.  Let’s never forget!

A Mid-Week Rah-Rah: Sandra J. Jackson & Me

An advance thank you to fellow author and blogger Sandra J. Jackson, who will feature yours truly on her blog November 9th.  How exciting is that?  (For me, very!)

In kind, I’d like to provide the same for this talented five-star writer.

Sandra’s debut novel Promised Soul—a tale of love that “transcends time and place”—was initially released in 2015.  Since then, she’s published short stories and sports articles, and has a couple more books under her belt: Playing in the Rain and Catching Butterflies.  Currently, she’s editing Books 2 and 3 of the Escape Series, her first trilogy.

Her impressive, visually attractive site showcases reviews and interviews, news and events, as well as her books and related [very nice] merchandise.  If you click on the “More” tab, you won’t be able to enter as you need to be a member; this has me quite curious.  <LOL>

Sandra’s creativity extends beyond telling stories and writing.  As a Graphic Design graduate, she also draws and paints.  Born in Montreal Quebec, she’s lived in rural Ontario with her husband and children for a number of years. WPSandraJJackson

Please check her out at:

https://www.amazon.com/Sandra-J.-Jackson

www.sandrajjackson.com

No Blues for the Bottle-Born

Lanken’s Tears but this is an intriguing read.  <LOL>  The expression is one you’ll find in Conor Carton’s entertaining genetic-engineering sci-fi novel, Bottle Born Blues.

Shakbout “Screw-Top” Mansard, a guide at the Mengchi Centre for the Promotion of Historical Knowledge, knows his history inside-out.  Soon, we too, are enlightened, learning much about how things came to be—such as the Shoshone Circlet, which “was wrapped up in so much history and extended meaning that a serious attempt to steal it by a bottle-born lifeform would be the contemporary equivalent of the Empress Ingea splitting the leader of the Wrexen Federation into two with an axe”.

Mengchi is a fascinating albeit dark world, where breeding stations and blood lakes exist, and a sundry of beings coexist: the Bottle-Born, Ornamentals, Harvesters (the most mean-spirited lifeforms in the systems), and Involuntary Public Servants (reanimated corpses).  Homes seem more like pods, sterile dwellings, with residence numbers so long, you’d better have an amazing memory.  You follow laws and clauses—don’t question, don’t step out of line, or else.  You’re protected if you’re employed and living by the rules.  You’re on your own if you don’t, which could prove very scary if not fatal.

Mansard has a comic side; he’s also somewhat ingenuous but by no means gullible or overly trusting.  He goes with the flow because he’s sucked into it by external forces, having no option but to ride the rollercoaster he’s been strapped into.  Remember: you follow the rules, as dictated by the powers—and villains—that be.  Fortunately, our hapless hero receives assistance now and again.  Blue-skinned Lincoln, an Aquatic Ornamental, excels at security (she’s a dynamo with a heavy-pulse weapon).  With her at his side, Mansard can complete the designated mission: stealing the Shoshone Circlet.

The action-filled plot has some interesting, intertwining subplots.  To provide them here might give away too much.  Suffice it to say, Bottle Born Blues is an engaging twisting/turning ride to a fascinating far-off realm.

Conor H. Carton, by the by, is an aspiring space-pirate-cowboy-outlaw-wizard—when he’s not an Irish suburbanite.  He’s also an avid reader, loving husband and father . . . and a pretty gosh-darn-good storyteller.

Rating:  savesavesavesavesave

(Pssst . . . The Thousand Year Fall will be the second in the trilogy.  Keep an eye and ear open!)

https://www.amazon.com/Conor-HCarton/

https://www.nextchapter.pub/authors/conor-h-carton

 

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Petrifying Pictures

As in moving pictures, also known as films.

Rey had done a great job of posting the gals’ favorite fright-night films on Saturday.  And, seeing as I’d promised to provide mine, here  you go . . . my preferred spine-tingling pics.

As a childThe Haunting (the 1963 version, directed by Robert Wise and starting Julie Harris, Claire Bloom, and Richard Johnson).

While it seems so tame now, when I was six, the B&W film possessed the perfect amount of disquieting suspense and eerie occurrences to prompt more than a few goosebumps.  The basic premise: a paranormal investigator invites people to supposedly haunted Hill House.  The female lead, Eleanor, becomes thoroughly (distressingly) obsessed with the old house.  Can you spell s-i-n-i-s-t-e-r? 

As a teenThe Ghost and Mr. Chicken (directed by Alan Rafkin, starring Don Knotts and Joan Staley).  Okay, not a true horror film, but fun with nutty antics transpiring in a reputedly haunted house. WP1GhostAmazonDOTcom

It was/is an entertaining watch, no matter what time of year.  Simple and silly.  “Luther” (lovable Don Knotts) works as a typesetter in a small town.  An aspiration to become a reporter prompts him to agree to spend a night in the town’s creepy mansion, where a murder-suicide had once taken place.  Does anyone believe him when he claims to have witnessed weird happenings, like the organ playing on its own?

As an adult:  The Woman in Black (directed by James Watkins, staring Daniel Radcliffe, Janet McTeer, and Ciarán Hinds).

A recently widowed man travels to a remote village where he soon believes the villagers are hiding some deep, dark secret.  Soon, he encounters a female ghost who is scaring local residents—and him.  The setting is perfect: distant and dark and untamed.  The film, which contains some wonderful make-you-jump moments, is the perfect Halloween-night picture.

I’ve fulfilled my promise to Rey and am now going to start chomping on the beckoning bowl of Candy Corn.  After that, I’ll suck a few Molasses Kisses.  Later, I’ll pull out a DVD, put the ol’ feet up, and munch a buttered finger, er, Butterfinger.

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Spoo-ooky Stuff

Wa-ha-ha-ha . . . hey, it’s Rey!  The Boss has decided to crawl under the fuzzy covers and close her eyes to the world this weekend, so I’m taking over.  Actually, she’d asked Linda to, but she’s in training for some triathlon thingy.  Whatever.

With Halloween five headstone paces away, I thought it’d be cool to provide our take on favorite horror movies—ones we think are the scariest ever.  I tried to get The Boss to provide hers—no easy feat, let me tell ya—but she grumbled something about posting hers on Wednesday as she’s chomping Candy Corn and sucking Molasses Kisses.

To make it more interesting, I thought I’d have us, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency gumshoes, share the scariest in childhood, teenhood, and adulthood—huh?  Oh, Cousin Jilly says “teenhood” isn’t a real word.  Whatever.

Let’s start with the three that scared—still do—my BFF.

Linda:

As a childThe Shining (directed by Stanley Kubrick, starring Jack Nicholson, Shelley Duvall, and Danny Lloyd).

How ghostly, ghastly can it get but to have a family of three reside in an immense, isolated hotel for a long frosty winter, where startling things happen and ominous people start appearing?  What if a little boy “sees” things that make you want to clamp shut your eyes . . . but not too much?

As a teenAlien (directed by Ridley Scott, starring Sigourney Weaver, Tom Skerritt and John Hurt).

The first of the franchise, for me, was the most unnerving, but I rather enjoyed them all.  I recall sitting low in my seat with a pillow pushed against my face, peering over the tassels, unable to turn away.  I was riveted and scared <bleepless>.  Basic premise: a spacecraft receives a distress call and the rest . . . is thoroughly, wonderfully, on-the-edge distressing.

As an adult: The Fog (directed by John Carpenter, starring Adrienne Barbeau, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Janet Leigh). WPhallIMDbDOTcomTheFog

I only saw this 1980 film about five years ago; we were having a retro film night, yes, on Halloween.  You know, I found it marvelously creepy.  Mysterious, spine-tingling events transpire one night in a small town, 100 years to the day a ship mysteriously sank in nearby waters.  A spooky, dense fog sweeps into town before something chilling happens, sending icy shivers up your tense spine.

JJ:

As a childPhantasm  (directed by Don Coscarelli, starring Michael Baldwin, Angus Scrimm, Reggie Bannister, and Bill Thornbury). WPhallIMDbDOTcomPhantasm

I saw it as a child with some cousins one summer at Uncle Charly’s cottage.  It was late.  The adults were sitting outside by a campfire, and we kids were seated in front of an old TV, watching the VHS (we opted for Phantasm over Roller Boogie).  I recall the mortician character vividly; his name should have been Sinister.  The basic plot line: folks of a small town (of course) start dying under odd circumstances.  Mike, the main character, gets help from his older brother and a local ice-cream guy; they attempt to kill the Tall Man while staying clear of his “helpers” and these wicked silver balls.  It definitely set a few hairs on end, let me tell you.

As a teenJu-on: The Grudge (Japanese version directed by Takashi Shimizu, starring Megumi Okina, Misaki Ito, and Takashi Matsuyama); the American version with Sarah Michelle Gellar was pretty decent.

The latest owners of a house are consumed by a curse, which was created when a man murdered his wife and pet cat a few years previous.  Weird—as in spine-chilling frightening—things happen with horror-able outcomes.

As an adultShaun of the Dead (directed by Edgar Wright, starring Simon Pegg, Kate Ashfield, and Lucy Davis). 

I recall seeing this one years after it was released in theaters.  It’s actually a British horror comedy and it works well as both.  This absurdly, wickedly funny film made me laugh—a lot.  Yes, a zombie apocalypse can be hysterical.

Mine—as in Rey:

As a childChildren of the Corn (directed by Fritz Kiersch, starring Peter Horton and Linda Hamilton).

Based on a Stephen King story, it’s set in a rural part of Nebraska where there are, yup, a lot of cornfields.  The story: a couple enter a small town—surprise, surprise—where only children seem to live.  Before you know it, they’re running for their lives, attempting to escape . . .  these children of the corn.  Corny sounding?  Yeah, but worth the watch!

As a teenSuspiria (directed by Dario Argento, starring Jessica Harper).  WPHallIMDbDOTcomSuspiria

This was actually a 70s flick, but I didn’t see it until I was 14 and <bleep> did it totally creep me out!  This gal travels to Germany to attend ballet school.  Sounds pretty awesome, right?  No-o.  She ends up getting there late, a stormy night, no less.  She finally gets into the school, but bizarre—as in nasty-scary—things start happening.  This is one dark “witching” horror movie.  Put it on your can’t-wait-to-be-scared list!

As an adult:  I think the B movies I acted in are pretty scary and worth being on a Halloween movie list, but JJ and Linda pooh-poohed that, so-o—because I like campy, fun, freaky films—I’m going to go with The Evil Dead (directed by Fede Alvarez, starring Jane Levy, Shiloh Fernandez, and Jessica Lucas).

Gotta love the story—five folks head up to a remote rundown cabin where they come across something called the Book of the Dead, which results in them accidentally summoning demons who live in the nearby woods.  It’s got the right amount of fear-filled, shriek-dense fright.

Ba-ha-ha . . . Happy Halloween from the gals at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency!  May you have lots of fiendishly frightening fun!

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Dialoguing with Political Dynamo, Mayor Danby

I’m so very pleased to have Mayor Seraphina Danby from Wharton County visit today.  Also fondly known as Nana D, this dynamic woman is a force to be reckoned with.  Not only is she an important elected official and adored grandmother, she’s an ace dessert-maker and has won for biggest pumpkin at several fall festivals.  Once a notable clarinet player, she presently provides lessons for the woodwind instrument.  But perhaps her most laudable [and undisclosed] act: she sews blankets and hats for local shelters.

Two weeks ago, we had her grandson, amateur sleuth Kellan Ayrwick, drop by.  Equally fascinating on both personal and professional levels, this lively lady has a lot of goals—and we have no doubt she’ll accomplish all.

Without further delay, let’s learn what makes this grand-lady tick!

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Tell us how and why you came to be mayor.  Did you always have political ambitions?

Years ago, Wharton County was the strongest one in the whole state of Pennsylvania. We were model citizens who took care of one another and looked out for the land. As soon as the country started growing, and entertainment became more important than hard work, I saw my beloved homeland heading in the wrong direction. In the last twenty-five years, society has become too dependent on technology, industry, money, and greed. The wrong politicians were elected to run Wharton County and Braxton in particular. When that Stanton creep took over, I knew things were gonna get nasty. I let it go for a number of years, but then Kellan returned home. I realized there were still good people in the world who wanted to fix the problems, not just get richer. Kellan showed me that we could change, and when it came time to re-elect a new mayor, I threw my hat in the ring.

Kudos to you!  And what are your plans as mayor?

If you’d attended my inauguration, young lady, you wouldn’t ask me that question. My speech is public record, but if I must repeat myself here, I suppose I shall. To start with, all the red tape is being dismantled. It took months for my friend to sell her house last year because the county kept charging her for every little change that had been made on the home in the last few years. I’m not saying citizens shouldn’t pay their fair share, but the process has got to be more effective. People should spend time with their families and friends, not filling out forms and attending meetings to listen to complaints about the temperature of the library.

That said, I’m planning on reducing individual taxes, increasing tourism to offset such a loss, bring back family values, ensure our leaders are out in the community and not behind closed doors. And free ice cream in Wellington Park on Sundays. Since you’re not from these parts, I’ll share with you what that means. Long ago, before the calorie counters and sugar police got involved, we used to have ice cream parties with all the kids from the county. We held monthly polls to pick the flavors. Local businesses provided the money to pay for the event. Farmers who lived in Wharton County supplied the ice cream, from cows raised on local pastures. Parents brought their kids to play in the park together, not on those tablets and phones. We learned to support one another, and we need to do that again. If you can’t have dairy, we’ll provide almond milk. If you are diabetic, we’ll provide something else. We want everyone there, and rather than stop it, we look to fix it.

That’s quite commendable.  I wish you wholehearted luck with that.  Please share what you like—and don’t like—about Wharton County. 

I don’t like that the rich just keeping getting richer and the poor just keep getting poorer. Folks like Marcus Stanton and Hiram Grey sit back and stuff their wallets while honest families like the Roarkes can hardly make ends meet. I ousted Stanton. Grey is on my list next.

I love the sense of community that still exists deep within our souls. People talk to another. They drop by their local parish with a pie for the priest. They visit the hospital to share blankets and toys. We’re a small town, but we’ve got a big heart.

It does sound idyllic.  Tell us, Mayor, what makes you you?

I do what I say I’m gonna do. I say what needs to be said. You might think I’m a little too direct. You might think I ask for too much. You might think I can be a tad judgmental. But I’d give you the shirt off my back if you truly needed it. I don’t feel the need to sugarcoat anything. Whether it’s my granddaughter Emma or Father Elijah, I’ll treat you the same. People need not be afraid of the truth. They need to develop a thicker skin and stop all this nonsense of simply complaining about how things used to be, yet never lift a finger to fix it. Action speaks louder than words sometimes. It’s my job as mayor to set a good example and lead Wharton County back to its glory days, but with a modern touch.

If you had a chance to do something differently, what would that be?

I’d probably spend more time with my husband before he had that heart attack. We were doing too much on the farm, and I should’ve recognized the impact it was having on him. I miss that man every day of my life, but we’ll be together in the future again. I’m living way past a hundred, so he’s just gonna have to wait a bit longer. Consider it revenge for him making me wait so long for him to finish remodeling our bedroom years ago.

…Some might describe you as feisty or sarcastic.  How do you view yourself?

I tell it like it is. Kellan is a good grandson. Don’t tell the others, but he’s my favorite. He’s got an ego at times, and it’s my job to knock him down a peg or two. Call me what you like, but it all comes down to passion. If I believe in something strongly, I’ll support it with every fiber of my being. When you say something with love, and you demonstrate you are committed to doing the right thing, you can accomplish anything you want. When that princess, Cecilia Castigliano, tried to intimidate me, I wouldn’t back down. She might be a foot taller than me and as gaunt as a devil in fancy Prada heels, but no one beats Nana D. I’m also seventy-five years old. I’ve seen war and famine. I’ve watched people die and go through the worst pain of their lives. When you’ve walked the walk, you can talk the talk, honey.

Of that, I have no doubt.  Where does “Nana D” come from?

My daughter Violet and I have on thing in common, and only one thing. Neither of us WPnanaintAlikes to think about aging. When my first grandkid was born, I didn’t want to be called Grandma. We couldn’t come up with an appropriate name until Hampton, that’s my oldest, visited the farm and followed the goats around. Somehow, he started calling me nanny. Eventually, it became Nanny Danny because he couldn’t pronounce the letter B properly. It became Nana D, and for the sake of consistency, I insisted everyone call me by that name, even my grandchildren’s friends.

As you’ve mentioned, you’re particularly fond of your “favorite” grandson, Kellan Ayrwick—and that he’s an amateur sleuth, among other things.  We had him here two weeks ago, but we’d love you to share your thoughts.  Tell us about him, won’t you please?

Kellan is my pride and joy. He spent a lot of time at the farm when he was younger. All my grandchildren did, but Kellan loved to visit the most. His two older siblings are a bit hoity toity for my taste. Gabriel and Eleanor visited a lot too, but they hung around Violet more. For some reason, Kellan just fit in best with Michael and me. It broke my heart when he chose to attend graduate school in Los Angeles, and I knew in my gut that he’d be gone for a long time. I tried to accept it, but when he lost Francesca in that car accident, I went out to Los Angeles for a few weeks to help him figure out how to move forward. We bonded again on that trip, and ever since then, he’s been the one who needs me the most. Or maybe I need him the most. Wait, don’t print that … I don’t want him to think I got all sappy and sentimental.

Kellan is a true gentleman. He’s intelligent and funny. He knows how to cook, clean, and raise a child. He’s generous and friendly. He volunteers and helps those who aren’t as fortunate as he is. He keeps himself in good shape and always lends a hand to those who need help. He learned that all from my late husband. That’s 95% of the time. Somehow, he’s got a little bit of his father, Wesley, in him for that other 5%. Wesley is a pompous ass, pardon my French. While Kellan isn’t as crusty as his father, he can be a little too sarcastic and egotistical. It’s my job to stop him from crossing a line. I used to worry who would keep doing that when I wasn’t around, but the sheriff, April Montague, and Kellan’s boss, Myriam Castle, seem to know how to keep my grandson in line. A man needs a good woman to show him the boundaries. I’m confident the three of us will ensure he doesn’t step in the wrong direction in the future.

I’m sure you will. Speaking of women, what are your thoughts about Kellan’s marriage and his ex-wife’s exploits?  A bit, hmm, shady perhaps?

You got some whisky? I’m gonna need a drink to get through that conversation, honey. Since you look like a nice lady and seem to be of the friendly sort, I’ll keep my language in check. Francesca Castigliano is a hussy. She claims to love Kellan, and I’ve seen her be a good mother to Emma, so I can’t quite accept she’s irredeemable. But there was always something funny about that family. I knew it from the beginning, and I even told Kellan not to marry her so quickly. The boy didn’t listen to me. If they’d involved me in the whole Las Vargas and Castigliano showdown, things would’ve happened differently. At this point, I’m glad the trollop is back in Los Angeles and hopefully on her way to prison.

Oh my.  …Do you approve of his exciting sleuthing endeavors?  And, if so, might you like to be more involved?

I wholeheartedly approve of them. In fact, in most cases, I insisted he get involved. I pushed him to solve the first case when those grades changed and the baseball scout showed up. I demanded he look into Gwennie’s untimely death. I even set him up to deal with the flower show murder. The problem is … he’s doing too much. Kellan should be investigating crimes as his full-time job, but he needs to earn a living, so I understand why he’s still teaching and directing films. I would love to get more involved, and I have done so in my official role as the mayor. It’s my job to clear the hurdles and red tape when the sheriff tries to put her foot down and stop Kellan from investigating. I suspect I will get more involved in the next one. Did you hear the premonition that psychic lady made?

Do we believe it?  <wink>  Lastly, Mayor—Nana D—what are your views on family?  What do you hope for the Ayrwicks?

Violet needs to retire, so she and Wesley can travel the world together. Those two were meant to spend their future together. All my children have full and exciting lives. It’s time they just lived them and let me deal with the youngest generation. Above all, though, I want everyone to be happy. Eleanor seems to have met a nice, young man finally. She’ll probably screw that up soon. Hampton moved back home. I hear he’s already got himself into trouble with his father-in-law. Penelope and I never saw eye to eye. We had a disagreement years ago about her moving to New York, and I’m not sure she’s ever forgiven me. Gabriel, well, what can I say about Gabriel. I gave him the cottage, didn’t I? He might become my new buddy now that Kellan is so busy solving murders. I hope Gabrield and Sam stay together. It’s been a tough road for that boy, but I’m glad he finally told us the truth about his secret relationships. Long-distance ain’t easy. As for Kellan, well, I know he wants to give Emma a sibling, so I guess I hope he meets the right woman soon enough. Based on what I’ve started to see blossoming between him and the sheriff, it wouldn’t’ surprise me if … no … never mind. I shouldn’t say such foolish things out loud. Are we done yet? I need to get to a meeting to knock some sense into the town councilmen. Might need to slap someone’s bottom silly to get my point across, honey. Swift and fierce, that’s the only way to success.

Yes, we’re done.  You, Mayor Danby are indeed a force to be reckoned with.  Thanks so much for dropping by.  I wish you all the best in your political endeavors; I have no doubt you’ll do well and will accomplish much.  …And if you have any more banana flan, please feel free to drop it by!

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And for those of you interested in learning more about Kellan, her grandson—the accomplished amateur sleuth—please visit:

https://thisismytruthnow.com

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A Mayoral Conversation & Nana D’s Stupendous Banana Flan

Happy Saturday.  Not long ago we had a visit from Wharton County super sleuth Kellan Ayrwick.  As you may recall, he’s also a Braxton professor and single father.  A man of high standards and a staunch law conformist, he believes people should be held accountable for their actions.  That’s quite commendable.

Also commendable is the role Mayor Seraphina Danby—also known as Nana D—plays.  This important elected official wholeheartedly believes in setting a good example and leading Wharton County back to its glory days, but with a modern touch.

Please join us Wednesday, October 23rd when Nana D expounds upon her aims as mayor, notions on family, and perspectives re Kellan and sleuthing. WPkeyingredientDOTcom

Given Kellan’s love of desserts (and mine), on the way to a civic event, that lovely lady decided to drop off one of her favorites: banana flan.  How cool (nummy) is that?

Excuse me while I grab a fork and plate, and dash—hey guys, step aside, that slice is mine!!!

 

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Can You . . .

. . . Hula like Hilo Hattie?  I can!  Hey, it’s Rey.  Yeah, I posted on a couple of FB community pages, but thought I’d help The Boss out and post here, too.

We’re like so thrilled that Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie?, the second book in our Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is now available on Audible.

A quick summary for those not in the know (tsk) . . . we three rookie super sleuths accept our first professional P.I. gig: to uncover the “secret” of this elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife.  The problem?  Wifey’s found murdered on the shores of Oahu. And there’s a secret—one of a few, and our dead gal’s not the only one who’s got one.  As we fit the puzzle pieces together, we find a few more bodies.  Gotta tell ya, it’s a REAL trial finding the REAL killer, but we love every moment of it . . . and hope you do, too!

Below are Audible links to the samples:

US:
https://www.audible.com/pd/B07YY5LK54/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-167584&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_167584_rh_us

UK:
https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B07YY4S2N4/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H6-BK-ACX0-167584&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_167584_rh_uk

Please let The Boss know if you’re interested and she’ll happily provide a promo code.

Aloha!

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Review: The Golden Viper by Sean Robins

Your favorite heroes and villains are back!  In The Golden Viper, Sean Robins’ fun sci-fi sequel to The Crimson Deathbringer, the odious Xortaags return—to conquer Earth.  Their ultimate plan, however, is to use advanced technology discovered on Kanoor to rule the universe.  How dastardly can one alien race be!?

Major Jim Harrison (the protagonist), Venom (his alter-ego, in a manner of speaking), and Kurt (Jim’s best friend), likewise return.  If you’ve read Deathbringer, you’ll be happy to hear that four-footed Akakie jokester Tarq—Jim’s “alien brother”—and egocentric General Maada (yes, that win-at-all-odds commander) are also back.  Inserting a few new intriguing characters into the equation equates to an awesome follow-up.

You’ll also find those stories within stories and different POVs that worked so well in Deathbringer.  How will Jim deal with a significant past loss?  Will the Xortaags succeed in their heinous quest(s)?  Does Tarq carry on pulling outlandish pranks?  Who’s more ruthless: Maada or his conniving brothers?  Are new team members to be trusted?  Can Earth be saved?  Will Jim et al cease/continue making eye-rolling film and television references?

When a book begins with, “The deafening Death Siren cried out like the wail of a thousand animals being slaughtered”, you know you’re in for a thrilling storybook ride.  Action and excitement reign—and not just during exhilerating spaceship battles!

Is The Golden Viper as good as The Crimson Deathbringer?  Judge for yourself (I promise, you won’t be disappointed).

And what of the author? In addition to being a huge fan of Marvel, Game of Thrones, Star Wars and Star Trek, Sean Robins is also a university/college level English teacher, who has lived and worked in five different countries( like Canada, eh?).  He’s met people from all around the world, and his parents and wife are from different backgrounds—hence, diversity as a major theme in his novels.

Please check out Sean at:

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