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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Throwback Thursday!

The internet takes a step back in time every Thursday as people around the world share old baby pictures, vintage prom and wedding photos, and other assorted oldies. Authors can share too! This Thursday meme highlights those books in your backlist. 

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Kelley Heckart said...

From Cat's Curse:

The baying of hounds tore through the night.

She froze. Fear struck her like a resounding hammer blow. Could they be demon hunters coming for me? Demon hunters used hounds because animals could sense her even when she became one with the shadows. In her haste to hunt the human, she failed to notice the scent of hounds. Before she could react, two hounds the size of calves had her pinned to the ground, stunned. They licked her face, showering her face with drool.

A man’s deep voice shouted out a command for the dogs to back off. Cardea sputtered, struggling to get the slavering beasts off her.

“Fian, Donnan!” The two hounds backed off, obeying their master’s stern command.

Cardea pushed on her arms to sit up and faced the sharp edge of a sword blade, the sight of which made her draw in a sharp breath and remain still. The splash of pale moonlight revealed a man with long black hair standing over her, his great height matching a towering oak, his arms thick and muscled as oak branches.

“I would not move if I were ye, lass.” The man’s thick brogue washed over her, sweet and honey-like.

Charmaine Gordon said...,, or

Score: 4.75 / 5 - Reviewer Top Pick


As the book opens, Carly gets that dreaded call from the hospital in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, fifty-year-old Carly must accept the awful news and must, somehow, now, adjust to widowhood. With the assistance of four dear friends, and her own special gifts, Carly tells that story in a way that had me cheering.

This is a beautifully structured story about mid-life loss and dealing with the depression, sadness, and internal hollowness that often attacks in the wake of such tragedy. It is a novel that is written in a matter-of-fact, no nonsense manner that is immediately appealing. During the course of Carly's recovery and her dedicated attempts to find meaning in a life shattered by death, anger and guilt, the reader is swept right along on the journey with her.

Carly has some psychic ability that allows her to see the auras of others. She, and her dogs, are comforted knowing, also, that her husband's spirit remains close by. Touching and often humorous, this book is easy to read - never mushy-sounding or overly sentimental - and written from a perspective that is entertaining yet also seems realistic. It was no chore suspending disbelief and becoming fully invested in this remarkable novel. Carly is an endearing character; her story sublime and heart-warming. Highly Recommended.

Now What by Charmaine Gordon

Janice Croom said...

An excerpt from Death of an Idiot Boss

Winston snatched the gift card off my rubber plant. A leaf fluttered to the floor. “Superior Printing congratulates you,” he read. “Suck-ups.”

The dropped card landed a few inches from the leaf. Winston glanced at his watch. “Gotta fly. Big meeting with Uncle Doug. Make sure you finish your work before you move on up to the big house. I want those invoices on my desk today.”

I wanted his head on my wall now and started counting before Winston’s shadow left the room. “Decem, noven, octo, septem.” Counting in Latin made me focus on the counting instead of its source. By the time I’d made it down to unus, the urge to smack Winston into next week had passed.

Besides, I should be glad, not mad. I’d kept my temper in check for the thousandth time. Hadn’t given Winston anything he could use against me, and it was almost over.

Instead of running to HR every time Winston messed up, I’d compiled an inch-thick dossier. The market analysis underscored the whole thing. Because he hadn’t finished it on time, we’d missed some early media buys increasing our fourth-quarter ad costs by at least twenty-five percent.

Next week, I’d walk HR down the path of Winston’s incompetence. Although Doug wouldn’t fire him, I had enough to get him kicked out of my group. Let somebody else carry Winston. He’s too heavy, and he ain’t my brother.

Death of an Idiot Boss, look inside the book on Amazon
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