I think if women want to have secret meetings they could hold them in crafts stores without a worry of being caught by men. I was in a craft store yesterday happily going through every single item on every single shelf, when I noticed that the men who entered the store grabbed their item pretty quickly and then exited the store immediately. Not all of them, some lingered a bit, but for the most part they had no interest in being there. So ladies!! We will hold our secret meeting today and the topic will be Honey Do Lists, and how to prioritize them.
Deceptive Cadence: The Virtuosic Spy – Book One (Suspense/Adventure)
Kathryn Guare
Genre: Literary Fiction | Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
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Meet Conor McBride. He’s even more interesting than the trouble he gets into. A talented Irish musician reluctantly reinvents himself, disappearing into an undercover identity to search for the man who ruined his career: his own brother.
On a journey from the west of Ireland to the tumultuous city of Mumbai, Conor McBride’s only goal is to redeem the brother who betrayed him. But he’s becoming a virtuoso of a different kind in a dangerous game where the rules keep changing—and where the allies he trusted to help him may be the people he should fear the most.
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SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rise Headless and Ride (Jason Crane Book 1)
Richard Gleaves
Genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense | Teen & Young Adult | Horror
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Jason Crane Book Two “SLEEPY HOLLOW: Bridge of Bones” is coming! Watch for it October, 2014!
NOTE: This E-Book edition INCLUDES “THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW” by Washington Irving (full text)!
JASON CRANE just turned seventeen years old.
He’s a STAR WARS fan and a history geek. He doesn’t believe in ghosts or the afterlife. He doesn’t believe in psychic powers or tarot cards. He doesn’t believe in the Headless Horseman.
But Sleepy Hollow will change all that. Because Jason Crane has a heritage to claim. Jason Crane has a Gift to discover. And Jason Crane has an old enemy who will RISE HEADLESS AND RIDE.
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Hell’s Super
Mark Cain
Genre: Humor & Entertainment | Humor & Satire
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Hell is … well, hell, and Steve Minion is the guy who has to keep it all going with every devil and demon – and, as it turns out, not a few of its inmates – stacked against him.
His assistant, Orson Welles (yes, that Orson Welles) could no doubt manage such an enormous production far better than Steve, but he would thereby enjoy himself, which would break one of the fundamental rules of Hell – that nobody gets to enjoy themselves. Should you even feel a glimmer of hope, you know that within minutes all Hell will literally be breaking out all around you.
Then there is the gorgeous, almost saintly Flo, who, unlike any of the other inmates, is working in Hell by choice because she cannot bear the suffering and must help alleviate it, whatever the personal cost. Steve adores Flo, and maybe Flo rather likes him, too. But romance in Hell? Surely that could never be.
Nevertheless, when Hell’s Escalator looks like it has been sabotaged by subversive forces and Steve is called in to investigate the problem by Satan himself, maybe he can earn himself a little wriggle room.
Or maybe not.
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MY BAD TEQUILA
Rico Austin
Genre: Biographies & Memoirs | Travel
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Mystery, Mayhem, Madness..
Margaritas & Mexico
One Man’s Epic Journey across two Continents and four Countries with 50 years of Adventure.But,1986 changed everything forever. “It’s all good until it turns bad.”One event devastated the lives of 19 Students, 3 Chaperones and 1 Bus Driver. Was it the Tequila???
Thinking about sending your “Kids” to Paradise Unsupervised?THINK AGAIN!!!
EXCERPT from CHAPTER 1
I boarded the bus having a bit of difficulty due to the metal support brace that I had fixed to my right knee. I looked at my “amigos,” a word we had learned on this trip to Mexico, we each used it loosely – each person, place or thing that we encountered was our Amigo.
“Sorry for being the last person.”
It was 8:12 a.m., we were supposed to be gone and on the asphalt broken highway back to life as we knew it no later than 8:00 a.m. There was a silence of which I have never heard before nor have ever heard since. I trapped a bee with my thumb that had been swarming around my beer either attracted to the fruit inside my bottle or the rotten salsa that was smeared on the outside.
“Still nothing from Tina?” The words came slurred from my dry swollen, partly scabbed lips, which had enjoyed too much sun and salty margaritas.
My question was answered by the anguished looks of my fellow spring breakers. Tina had not surfaced. The last time any of us, including her two roommates had seen her was 36 hours earlier.
This is “My Bad Tequila.”
This spring getaway was supposed to be a fun experience and a pleasant memory. It ended up being more than a memory; it was an unpleasant walk through life.
EXCERPT from CHAPTER 12
“OHH, don’t blame myself. Who the hell do you think Teddy is blaming, and I can give you twenty to one odds that I know who Shelley is cursing at this very moment.So don’t tell me you understand.”I spit the words at her and then, for emphasis, took a huge swig from my 100% agave, hecho en (made in) Mexico bottle.
I gulped down three more over-sized shots before wiping my mouth and letting out a, “Yum, yum, me gusta tequila.”
I unlocked the back door, taking much longer than it should have and walked onto the small patio with my held tightly, nearly empty glass, my only firiend.Darkness had set in and I reminded myself, “I only have two more nights in this sorry ass Mexican town and country,” sounding my thoughts into words out in the open breezy air.I noticed fog had started to form and was nearly up to our motel’s altitude.
“Good,” I secretly thought.”This fog will hide me as I drink out here tonight,” smiling for the first time since coming back from the beach that afternoon.
Faint weeping was coming from inside and I took a step sideways to look in on Tina.She was crouched on my bed, not fully in the fetal position, but close, and sobbing quietly.And once again, there wa the fu-king, tiny, blue book with the wording “Diary” sticking out of her bag.
Not wanting to hear more sounds of sorrow I stayed on the exterior side of the room and finished off my bottle.”One down, one to go,” was the only thought that mustered.
“You’ll see the true reflection of me when the Tequila bottle is empty,” I shouted out to the wind as I tossed the sad, angry, bottle-shaped mirror to the sea.
I sat for a while and watched the fog slowly envelope the town, the surrounding mountains and everything else I could see minutes before.
After what could have been five minutes or it could have been an hour, I stepped back into the room and grabbed my other bottle.
EXCERPT from CHAPTER 13
“What in the world happened here last night?” trying to recollect the last thing I could recall.
Searching, searching my memory bank, “Aw yes, it was coming back to me now; there was fog last night, real fog, I was drinking Tequila and was trying to wake Tina up, an
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Silver Hollow
Jennifer Silverwood
Genre: Contemporary Fiction | Fantasy | Teen & Young Adult
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Amie Wentworth writes paranormal romances, not because she is looking for a degree in ectoplasm, but because she’s got bills to pay. Ever since her parents’ car crash, she has trusted books more than people. Not even a letter from her long-lost uncle, begging her to visit, gives Amie incentive for anything other than ire – until she is stabbed in an alley and brought back to life by a mysterious stranger.
Being a believer in the corporeal, she is determined to root out the logic behind the unexplained. Never mind the possibility she might be a part of it, or the fact her dearly departed dad left her with an inheritance she can’t return. To make matters worse, the man who saved her life keeps turning up and her would-be-murderer is still at large.
Soon Amie is dragged into the very sort of tale she is used to selling. Silver Hollow is a place of ancient traditions and supernatural dangers, where everything is the opposite of what it seems and few escape sane. When she comes face to face with the ugly truth, will she too be sucked into her father’s madness? Or will she discover that madness is just another name for honesty?
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