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In order to court the woman in the style she deserves, Tommy needs money. So he goes to the bank to make a withdrawal at gunpoint. Renting a stretch white limo, he and his paramour to be, take off on a fandango
EXCERPT:"Wanna go for a ride?"
Tommy slid the words into the cell phone with enticing saccharine calm. Like soft butter across white bread, pride spread a smile across his face. He was making the call without losing his nerve. He had a right to be proud. There was good reason to be nervous. He was standing in the middle of a bank lobby with a gun in his hand. # "Wanna go for a ride?" The words oozed out of the phone, pouring into Alicia's ear, thick, salacious; sweet with the promise of adventure. Alicia cocked her head, listening for what wasn't being said. Her voice slid from under her sensibilities, a sultry fifth lower than usual. "Tommy? The way you say it, it sounds like -- like more." "What more could it be?" "Hmmm. You don't have a car." "I have a limo.
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Reggie must loose his way to find his path in life. To everything there is a season.
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One mild August night, a while back (The pre-text being the era before cell phones), 1989 to be precise; Reginald Heathrow Woodward Barrington Smith III drove his three-quarter ton Suburban off the road into a glade of trees. Getting out of the abandon monster of Detroit metal, he walked away leaving everything; the whole kit and kaboodle; the whole nine yards, lock stock and barrel. He had to. The truck had run out of gas. Of course it wasn't that simple. It never is where Life is concerned. To read more of Chapter 1 for free click hereClick here to purchase for Kindle on Amazon___________________The sky to the South was filled with a glow from a tiny sunset. All in the room knew they were looking toward a Los Angeles suddenly lit by an artificial sun. The glow lasted several seconds before fading to darkness The members of the Council were frozen, gripped by a myriad of emotions and questions which could only be answered by God.
Finally, Mark broke the silence. "Who are you people? And, what the hell have you done?" Limited copies are still available in print only: $9.95. All proceeds go to The Nature ConservancyClick here to purchaseBe sure to include your mailing address for shipping. This book is not yet available in pdf form
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The Cult of Domesticity in post-Victorian San Francisco gives all of Claire's inherited wealth to her corrupt and uncaring husband.
An exiled Spanish Harpist connects to Claire's soul, giving her the gift of playing the harp. Then the Earthquake and Fire of 1906 asks that the most impossible of choices be made. EXCERPT:
First comes the rattle of glass. That’s how it always starts. Like some great force sizzling up from the womb of the Earth; erupting into birth. Like a birth it is both frightening and awe-inspiring, both a horrible pain and a wonderment. If it weren’t for its devastation, it would be a wondrous beauty, simply for its awesome force. Appreciation only comes in time; time enough to forget the fear and numb the horror. The rattle of glass. That’s the way it came to me in my sleep that spring. It is most insidious when it comes like that; during the most vulnerable time of the day. It’s that time when one is trapped under the unique fear wedged between the solace of slumber and the sensibilities of the waking day. I’m sure I was trembling in my sleep from the memory of a day long past. It’s a day I remember as if it were yesterday. And each dream of it draws from that succinct memory. To read more of chapter one for FREE, Click hereAvailable On Amazon for Kindle (Click Here)
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