Monday, August 18, 2014

"LONG SHADOWS" WINS SILVER MEDAL!

 
                                                                                                





Long Shadows won the Silver Medal in the Mystery Fiction category of Dan Poynter's Global Ebook Awards competition.




 A cozy mystery, Long Shadows is a novel of intrigue, danger, and unexpected twists and turns.  Let me tell you a little about it...
Fear and unanswered questions haunt La Casa, the mansion of tycoon Frank Petroni and his wife, Maria.  Their eldest son, Tony, died in a suspicious auto accident twenty years ago, and his wife and three-year-old daughter disappeared soon after.  They are still missing. 
 
When two strangers arrive at the Petroni mansion, their presence resurrects past mysteries and sets off a series of deadly events. Hidden secrets surface, envy and jealousy erupt, and death once more stalks the family.    Was Tony murdered?  Will his wife and daughter be found?  Does a killer walk among them?  If the hidden answers to these mysteries surface, will they prove to be lethal?
 
Read the prologue of Long Shadows:

            
The whisper broke the stillness of the night.
“Lisa, wake up.”
           Moaning sleepily, Lisa turned away. The soft voice intruded into her dreams once again. A hand shook her shoulder.
Wake up, Lisa, wake up.”
She opened her eyes. Dim light cast deep shadows on the face hovering above her. Whimpering, she drew away until she came fully awake and realized who gazed down at her.
“What’s the matter, Mommy?”
“Shhh, whisper. We don’t want anyone to hear us. You must do exactly as I say.”
Lisa frowned. Mother used that tone of voice only when she said something very important or was upset with her.
“Come, I’ll help you get dressed. We have to hurry.”
After lifting Lisa from under the covers, Mother pulled the nightgown over her head.
Confused, Lisa protested. “But it’s still nighttime.”
“I know, honey, but tonight’s a special night. We’re going on a trip. Look, you have a new shirt and jeans.”
“It’s too dark in here.” Lisa reached for the lamp beside her bed, but her wrist was caught in a tight grip.
No, don’t turn on the light.” The whisper was harsh.  “We can see well enough.”
“B-but…” Lisa’s eyes filled with tears. She sniffled as jeans were tugged on her legs and her shirt buttoned.
“Don’t be frightened. Everything’s all right,” her mother said in a softer tone.  “But it’s very late, and we don’t want to wake Grandma and Grandpa by turning on lights or talking loud.”
Lisa’s eyes widened when the dim shape of her mother moved further into the weak glow cast by the nightlight.
“What happened to your hair, Mommy?  How did it get so dark?”
A swift, nervous flutter of her mother’s hand touched strands once golden blonde like the soft locks falling to Lisa’s shoulders.
“I think it’s prettier this way, don’t you?”
“I-I guess so.”
Bending down, Mommy put Lisa’s favorite teddy bear in her arms. She smiled, but Lisa didn’t think it was a happy smile because her mother’s eyes had tears in them.
“We’re going to take Bear on a secret adventure. It will be such fun, sweetie, just like your storybooks.”
“Are we going far away?”
“Yes, very far.”  With quick, sure strokes her mother braided Lisa’s hair. Pinning the braid on top of Lisa’s head, she pulled a hat down tight.
“This adventure is just for you and me. Remember, it’s a secret. We’re going to pretend you’re my little boy, so don’t take the hat off. If anyone asks, you’ll say your name is Jamie, okay?”
Lisa giggled. “Okay. Will I be a little boy for the whole adventure?”
“No, just while we’re traveling. Afterward, you’ll be my sweet girl again.”
Lisa grinned; this sounded like fun. “I like adventures.”
“I know you do. Now we’re going to tiptoe down the stairs very, very quietly.  We don’t want anyone to hear us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Of course you do. You’re a big girl now, almost four years old.”
Mother closed the door behind them without making a sound. Taking Lisa’s hand, she clutched it as they moved along the dark hallway. Only the moonlight and faint illumination from outside lights filtered through the skylight and windows to light their way.
Trying hard to move quietly, Lisa walked on the tips of her toes to the head of the stairway. They started down. One of the steps creaked. It sounded loud in the dark, silent house. Mommy gasped and stopped.  Her grip on Lisa’s hand tightened until it hurt a little, but Lisa didn’t say anything. Sensing her mother’s alarm, she stood unmoving in the shadows, bewildered and frightened, for what seemed a long time. Finally the clasp on her fingers loosened, and they started down the stairway again.  Lisa continued to tiptoe until her mother opened the front door, just wide enough for them to slip through.
Outside, under the roofed portico, Mommy put her finger to her lips, warning Lisa not to talk yet. They descended three steps leading to the long curved driveway. Lisa could hear palm trees rustling in the soft breeze as they hurried toward the entrance to the estate. The heavy wrought iron gate squeaked when Mother pulled it open. She moved through the entryway swiftly, but paused outside to look up at the sign over the gate.
Lisa remembered being carried on Daddy’s shoulders one day while he read the sign to her: La Nostra Casa.  “It means Our Home,” he’d said.
Leaving the gate open, mother turned away and started down the road.
“Where are we going, Mommy? To Heaven? Will we meet Daddy there?”
“No, Lisa, Daddy had to go to Heaven, but we can’t go there yet.” Mother sighed and quickened her pace.
“I’m tired, Mommy. You’re walking too fast.”
Stooping down, her mother swung Lisa up into her arms. Lisa looked back. Moonlight glinted on the trees and shone silvery-white on the house. Putting her head down on Mommy’s shoulder, Lisa watched her home recede into the dark night.
 
 

Friday, August 23, 2013

BETWIXT AND BETWEEN GETS "LADYBUGGED" BY LIN HOLMES

Here is what Lin Holmes (ladybug-lins-reviews.blogspot.com) wrote about Betwixt and Between in her review:

Sunday, August 18, 2013

There are books that sit on your e-readers just waiting.  They're there, and you pass them when you flip through your library of saved books-to-read, but for one reason or another, you just don't get around to calling that book to the forefront.

Actually, when this happens, I tend to believe there's a reason, and today I discovered why I had this book on my Kindle, but didn't call it up until now.  TODAY is when I needed to read it.

As I was reading this book, which is written for the young, and/or the young at heart, I found my mind calling up snippets of Oliver Twist with the character Fagin guiding the children in the fine art of pick-pocketing. At another point, I flashed upon the Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter's Tea Party.  I also found myself comparing scenes in Ms. DeLuca's book to Merlin's antics in the Walt Disney movie The Sword In The Stone.

Ms. DeLuca has masterfully entwined many themes into this one brilliantly told story, but not until the end did I feel the full power of her writing voice.

So had I not already been captivated by the first 7/8ths of this story that final bit when her character, Michael reaches the summit and hears the answer to his question would have given me ample reason to give BETWIXT AND BETWEEN FIVE STARS. This is a KEEPER and most definitely A SHOULD READ for EVERYONE!

Thank you, Ms. DeLuca.  You brought tears to my eyes.  You know how to enthrall your audience but you also know how to take our breath away and leave us wanting more.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013



                           


BETWIXT AND BETWEEN HAS A NEW LOOK!  

The latest edition of Betwixt and Between boasts a new cover.  A book for young teens (ages 9 to 14 years), it is a fantasy/adventure story about the spiritual journey of a 13-year old boy.


             Ignoring his parents’ warnings, Michael wades into a raging river on a dare and is swept over a waterfall.  Plunged into a whirlpool, he loses consciousness and awakens in the strange universe of Betwixt and Between. There he meets Evannius, his Guardian Angel, who gives him a Sapphire containing a star of light and fire and sends him on a Quest—a mission he must complete before he can return home.

 Michael uses his wits and all his energy in the struggle to reach his goal.  In the odd new world in which he finds himself, Michael meets Callie, a young girl who becomes his friend and ally in overcoming foes and the dread monster, Gargosaur.  The two young people encounter adventures, enemies, and danger as they travel through alien surroundings. 

 If he succeeds in his Quest, what is the secret knowledge awaiting Michael?

 

Thursday, July 25, 2013

                    HIP, HIP, HOORAY!!! 

            LONG SHADOWS IS NOW AVAILABLE

                           IN PRINT

                            AT BARNES & NOBLE  

                              AMAZON

                            MUSEITUP 

                             and others                                              



Monday, January 28, 2013

Introducing my latest novel...  LONG SHADOWS

A cozy mystery, Long Shadows is a novel of intrigue, danger, and unexpected twists and turns.  Unlike my first published book, Betwixt and Between, which was written for young readers, Long Shadows is a book for grown-ups who love to read about and try to solve mysteries.

Let me tell you a little about it...
Fear and unanswered questions haunt La Casa, the mansion of tycoon Frank Petroni and his wife, Maria.  Their eldest son, Tony, died in a suspicious auto accident twenty years ago, and his wife and three-year-old daughter disappeared soon after.  They are still missing. 
 
When two strangers arrive at the Petroni mansion, their presence resurrects past mysteries and sets off a series of deadly events. Hidden secrets surface, envy and jealousy erupt, and death once more stalks the family.    Was Tony murdered?  Will his wife and daughter be found?  Does a killer walk among them?  If the hidden answers to these mysteries surface, will they prove to be lethal?
 
Read the prologue and first two chapters of Long Shadow:

            Prologue
            1955
            
            The whisper broke the stillness of the night.
“Lisa, wake up.”
           Moaning sleepily, Lisa turned away. The soft voice intruded into her dreams once again. A hand shook her shoulder.
Wake up, Lisa, wake up.”
She opened her eyes. Dim light cast deep shadows on the face hovering above her. Whimpering, she drew away until she came fully awake and realized who gazed down at her.
“What’s the matter, Mommy?”
“Shhh, whisper. We don’t want anyone to hear us. You must do exactly as I say.”
Lisa frowned. Mother used that tone of voice only when she said something very important or was upset with her.
“Come, I’ll help you get dressed. We have to hurry.”
After lifting Lisa from under the covers, Mother pulled the nightgown over her head.
Confused, Lisa protested. “But it’s still nighttime.”
“I know, honey, but tonight’s a special night. We’re going on a trip. Look, you have a new shirt and jeans.”
“It’s too dark in here.” Lisa reached for the lamp beside her bed, but her wrist was caught in a tight grip.
No, don’t turn on the light.” The whisper was harsh.  “We can see well enough.”
“B-but…” Lisa’s eyes filled with tears. She sniffled as jeans were tugged on her legs and her shirt buttoned.
“Don’t be frightened. Everything’s all right,” her mother said in a softer tone.  “But it’s very late, and we don’t want to wake Grandma and Grandpa by turning on lights or talking loud.”
Lisa’s eyes widened when the dim shape of her mother moved further into the weak glow cast by the nightlight.
“What happened to your hair, Mommy?  How did it get so dark?”
A swift, nervous flutter of her mother’s hand touched strands once golden blonde like the soft locks falling to Lisa’s shoulders.
“I think it’s prettier this way, don’t you?”
“I-I guess so.”
Bending down, Mommy put Lisa’s favorite teddy bear in her arms. She smiled, but Lisa didn’t think it was a happy smile because her mother’s eyes had tears in them.
“We’re going to take Bear on a secret adventure. It will be such fun, sweetie, just like your storybooks.”
“Are we going far away?”
“Yes, very far.”  With quick, sure strokes her mother braided Lisa’s hair. Pinning the braid on top of Lisa’s head, she pulled a hat down tight.
“This adventure is just for you and me. Remember, it’s a secret. We’re going to pretend you’re my little boy, so don’t take the hat off. If anyone asks, you’ll say your name is Jamie, okay?”
Lisa giggled. “Okay. Will I be a little boy for the whole adventure?”
“No, just while we’re traveling. Afterward, you’ll be my sweet girl again.”
Lisa grinned; this sounded like fun. “I like adventures.”
“I know you do. Now we’re going to tiptoe down the stairs very, very quietly.  We don’t want anyone to hear us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Of course you do. You’re a big girl now, almost four years old.”
Mother closed the door behind them without making a sound. Taking Lisa’s hand, she clutched it as they moved along the dark hallway. Only the moonlight and faint illumination from outside lights filtered through the skylight and windows to light their way.
Trying hard to move quietly, Lisa walked on the tips of her toes to the head of the stairway. They started down. One of the steps creaked. It sounded loud in the dark, silent house. Mommy gasped and stopped.  Her grip on Lisa’s hand tightened until it hurt a little, but Lisa didn’t say anything. Sensing her mother’s alarm, she stood unmoving in the shadows, bewildered and frightened, for what seemed a long time. Finally the clasp on her fingers loosened, and they started down the stairway again.  Lisa continued to tiptoe until her mother opened the front door, just wide enough for them to slip through.
Outside, under the roofed portico, Mommy put her finger to her lips, warning Lisa not to talk yet. They descended three steps leading to the long curved driveway. Lisa could hear palm trees rustling in the soft breeze as they hurried toward the entrance to the estate. The heavy wrought iron gate squeaked when Mother pulled it open. She moved through the entryway swiftly, but paused outside to look up at the sign over the gate.
Lisa remembered being carried on Daddy’s shoulders one day while he read the sign to her: La Nostra Casa.  “It means Our Home,” he’d said.
Leaving the gate open, mother turned away and started down the road.
“Where are we going, Mommy? To Heaven? Will we meet Daddy there?”
“No, Lisa, Daddy had to go to Heaven, but we can’t go there yet.” Mother sighed and quickened her pace.
“I’m tired, Mommy. You’re walking too fast.”
Stooping down, her mother swung Lisa up into her arms. Lisa looked back. Moonlight glinted on the trees and shone silvery-white on the house. Putting her head down on Mommy’s shoulder, Lisa watched her home recede into the dark night.

Chapter One
1977

Corrine Parker came to a stop in the driveway, but remained motionless in the car, staring at the house where she’d lived most of her life. The lawn needed mowing; old paint on the small yellow ranch-style structure was stained and peeling. Fortunately, the muted light of dusk hid most of the flaws. Almost all the flowers her mother tended had died with her; only a few hardy geraniums remained in loving testimony to her life. The dogwood tree was in bloom, its blossoms softening the hard reality of a house neglected for years, standing in the midst of a neighborhood overrun with neglected houses.
Never sure what to expect when she entered her father’s home, she took a moment to prepare herself. Anger flared in spite of her determination to remain calm. Why do I bother coming here? I should turn the car around and go home. He doesn’t care, but he’ll make a scene when I tell him. The only one he cares about is himself.
A long-ago memory of a handsome man holding the hand of a little girl sprang into her mind. The man smiled down at the girl. He hasn’t smiled since long before Mother died. Without wanting to feel pity, it rose in her, only to be squelched by returning anger. The man’s been wallowing in self-pity for years. He doesn’t need mine. Sliding out of the car, she opened the trunk, picked up two grocery bags and carried them to the front door. Juggling packages, she turned the knob and pushed the door open with her shoulder. Forcing a cheerful note into her voice, she called, “Hi, Dad. It’s me, Corrie.”
No answer.
Making her way to the kitchen, she put the groceries on the table, pushed remnants of yesterday’s supper to the side. Her irritation increased as she carried soiled plates to the sink, added them to the pile of dishes already there. She found him in the living room, slouched in his armchair, the ever-present bottle clutched in one hand. It was still three-quarters full. Good. She’d left work early, hoping to arrive before he was so sloshed he couldn’t understand or remember anything she said. He usually didn’t start drinking in earnest until he got home in the evenings. Probably why he still has a job. For how long, she wouldn’t try to predict.
He lifted his head and acknowledged her presence with a careless wave of his arm. “Sit,” he said.
“I brought Chinese, your favorite. Come to the kitchen. We’ll have a nice dinner.” She caught herself speaking to him as if he were a child. Does that go along with having an alcoholic parent? She didn’t know or care.
“Don’t want any dinner, not hungry.”
“Come along anyway. I have something important to tell you.”
He shot her a nasty look. Grumbling under his breath, he followed her into the kitchen, bottle in hand. She frowned when he placed it on the table beside his dish.
“Can’t you have one meal without that filthy bottle at your side?”
“Don’t be so high and mighty, Corrie. If I want a drink with my food, I’ll have it.”
Knowing it did no good to argue, she shrugged, put a portion of egg foo yung on his plate, lo mein on hers. If he eats something while he drinks, maybe he’ll be reasonable when I break the news. They ate without speaking while she mentally practiced what she’d say. She glanced at him. Bloodshot eyes under bushy eyebrows were focused on his plate. He rarely looked directly at her anymore.
Halfway through the meal, he demanded, “Well, out with it. What’s so important you drove all the way across town?”
In one instant, Corrie’s well-rehearsed speech fled from her mind. She blurted, “I’m leaving North Carolina for good this Saturday.”
At last she received his full attention. Fork midway to his mouth, he stared at her. “What did you say?”
The bitterness of years surged up; she could taste it in her mouth. “What a surprise! You’re looking right at me for a change, so I’ll repeat it for you. I’m leaving Charlotte. For good.”
He took a swig from the bottle. “Doesn’t surprise me. Why should you hang around?” Sarcasm dripped from his lips. “Don’t give a thought to me.”
She leaped up. “I’m the only one who does think of you. You’ve lost all your friends. You’re on a permanent binge. You haven’t smiled in years and…”
The sound of the bottle slamming down on the table cut her short. She noted with surprise it remained in one piece. He stood, leaned forward, hands spread on the tabletop. “What’s there to smile about, huh? Tell me, daughter, what’s there to smile about?”
Without answering, she took the plates to the sink, came back to her chair, and sat down. Taking a deep calming breath, she clasped her hands together and gazed hard at him.
Am I your daughter?”
His eyes widened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“A private detective came to see me last week. We had an interesting visit.” She waited a moment before continuing. “He told me who I really am.”
She watched the red flush creep into his face. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, averting his eyes.
Corrie’s lips tightened. “The detective told me I was adopted. He backed it up with information from the adoption agency.”
“Lies, all lies! The woman at the agency swore everything was confidential…”
Sudden awareness of what he’d revealed fell across his face. His words trailed away.
Corrie waited, arms folded across her chest, jaw clenched in anger.
Sinking back in his chair, the man she’d known as father ran a shaking hand through his dark hair.
“It was just before Christmas,” he muttered. “They found you sitting by your dead mother. You were three years old. They tried to find relatives, someone who knew your mother or you, but no one came forward to identify her or claim you.”
“It’s true then. Why did you lie to me all these years? Don’t I have a right to know who I am?”
“Your mother wanted you to be ours alone. Sometimes I think she convinced herself she actually gave birth to you. And I wanted her to be happy.”
Mom died when I was twelve. There’s been plenty of time to tell me the truth. Instead I heard it from a stranger.”
“What does it matter?” he snarled. “We took you in, gave you a good home. You always had someone to take care of you.”
“No, you had someone to care for you. After Mom died, I was on my own. You didn’t even know I was in the house except when you wanted to eat or have your clothes washed. You want to hear something pathetic? All I craved in return was a kind word from you. And I never got it.”
“Kind word? My wife is gone, and you’re still here. Every time I see you, it reminds me of what I had, what I lost. Do you think I forgot how she took every bit of attention away from me and gave it to you?” he shouted. “All her love went to you. You! I got the leftovers. Even her last words were for you. ‘Take care of Corrie,’ she said. And then she died.”
He took a gulp from the bottle, put it down, and dropped his head into his hands. “I was left alone.”
“You had a daughter. You had me.”
“You?”  He sneered. “I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now.”
Corrie cringed inside but refused to let him see how deeply his words stung. She’d recognized his thinly-veiled resentment long ago but made excuses for it, refused to acknowledge it. Well, it’s over now. You may not know it, Daddy, but I’ve been feeling the same way about you for a long time.
Corrie rose, met his angry stare with one of her own.
“You want to leave?” he shouted. “Go on. Get out, and don’t come back.”
“Oh, I won’t come back to this dump. Or to you. You can bet on it.”
The walls vibrated from the force of the slamming door. She drove off without a backward glance.

Chapter Two

Sunshine danced on the clouds below the plane. For the first time in what had seemed like endless months, Andrea Hamilton felt free of stress. Leaning back against the headrest, she allowed the soothing drone of the engines to lull her into complacency. Eyes closed, she remained still for several minutes, enjoying the sense of peace. When she turned toward the window again, she studied her reflection critically. Though her thin face reflected the weight she’d lost, she decided her deep blue eyes and light brown hair with its golden highlights were redeeming factors. Then, in spite of the fact she’d resolved not to go there, her thoughts drifted back a year…to the day that changed her life.
She’d been with Maggie that afternoon, her best friend and roommate at the University of Miami. The thought of fiery Maggie brought a smile to her lips; she lived up to the promise of her bright red hair. They’d clicked from the start; she was the one person in whom Andrea confided, the only one who knew all her secrets.
Ironically, they’d been celebrating when the phone rang, looking forward to the following week’s graduation ceremonies. Maggie, already enrolled in law school, was working part-time in a law office. At the time, Andrea hadn’t been sure what she wanted to do with her life. She’d considered studying journalism in graduate school but was tempted to wait a year before continuing her education, reasoning that if she worked for six months, she could save enough for the European trip she’d always dreamed about.
The ringing phone put an end to all her plans. Instead of a flight to Paris, there was a frenzied flight to New York, followed by the shock of finding her once strong mother frail and wasted. Andrea learned her mother had been battling the disease since she’d returned to school three months ago. Afraid Andrea would interrupt her education and return home immediately, she’d refused to notify her daughter.
“Would you like something to drink?” The polite voice of the flight attendant brought Andrea back to the present. She ordered coffee, pulled down the miniature table attached to the seat in front of her, and placed the cup on it. As she stirred cream and sugar into the brew, Andrea’s thoughts returned to the past. Her mother declined rapidly; most days she’d been too weak to walk or speak more than a sentence or two. Every now and then, she rallied a little. At those times, she surprised her daughter by reminiscing about her youth and the early days of her marriage. Before her illness, she’d avoided speaking about the past, so Andrea listened eagerly, thirsty for any information she could get. Andrea had asked questions when she was younger, but her mother always seemed disturbed by her queries and evaded answers, leaving her confused and vaguely anxious. Eventually, she’d stopped asking.
One evening, as she sat by the bed, Andrea was startled by a loud cry from her mother. Clutching Andrea’s arm with unexpected strength, she pulled herself to an upright position. Eyes locked on her daughter, she gasped, “Don’t go back! I…should have told you…”
Pointing a trembling finger to the dresser, she whispered, “There…look there.”
Atop the bureau sat a tray with medications, a pitcher of water, and a bunch of daisies in a vase. All as it should be. Putting her arms around her mother, Andrea gently pressed her down on the pillow and held her hand. Waited until she fell into quiet sleep, while the words her mother uttered swam in her head… “Don’t go back!”
What did she mean? We moved so often, traveled so much. Don’t go back to the University? Florida? A memory surfaced. Mom frowning, the hint of fear in her eyes when Andrea told her she wanted to enroll in the University of Miami. She’d tried to convince her daughter to go elsewhere, tried hard, but Andrea was stubborn. Her mother had yielded with reluctance.
Andrea bent, placed a kiss on her mother’s cheek, and left the room. She would have to wait for morning to ask questions.
Her mother died during the night.

She lingered in New York for almost a year after the funeral, telling herself there were things to be done while delaying the doing of them. She was drained, incapable of making decisions. Little by little the pain lessened. Finally, she forced herself to make a resolution. Just one. She would return to Florida, to her friends.
On the day she left New York, Andrea stood in the doorway of her mother’s bedroom one last time. House and furnishings sold, suitcases packed, she was ready to go. Her eyes scanned the room, fell on the dresser. Mother told me to look there the day before she died. Why? In her grief, the incident had been forgotten.
The drawers had been emptied, but she opened each one again and peered in. As expected, she found nothing. Suddenly, she knew. In the strange way she’d always known such things. She couldn’t explain how she knew, but her instinct had never failed her, and she acted on it now.
Yanking out the top drawer of the dresser, she felt around the sides and back. Thrust it aside and pulled out the second drawer. She found it taped to the bottom: a letter-size manila envelope. Hesitating, wary of what it might contain, she carried the packet to the dining room, and placed it on the table, unopened. But she had to know. In one swift movement, she slit it open and turned it upside down. Two white envelopes, an opal ring, and a heart-shaped locket fell onto the table. She picked up an envelope at random and opened it. A letter from Petroni Enterprises, Inc., yellow with age, dated June 14, 1949, confirmed her mother’s employment with them. Frowning, Andrea replaced everything in the packet, put it in her overnight case. There wasn’t enough time to examine the other items; she had to catch a plane.

The captain’s voice on the intercom interrupted her thoughts. They were flying over the coast of Georgia and anticipated arrival at Fort Lauderdale Airport on time. Andrea shook off upsetting memories. She would not dwell on the past.
When she stepped off this plane, she would walk into a new life.
 
 







 

 

 

 
 

 
 


 
 
 



 
 


 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

BETWIXT AND BETWEEN... 
a book for tweens (ages 9 to 15), is a fantasy/adventure story about the spiritual journey of a 13-year old boy. Sent on a Quest by his Guardian Angel to gain knowledge and discover who he truly is, Michael finds himself suspended in the bizarre land of Betwixt and Between. He must travel a dangerous path if he hopes to return to earth and home again. Using his wits and all his energy Michael struggles to reach his goal. If he succeeds in his quest, what will he find? What is the secret knowledge awaiting him?


 AN EXCERPT FROM BETWIXT AND BETWEEN:    
“Come back, Michael, come back.”
Michael tried to answer his cousin Kaity’s cry. He swallowed a mouthful of water instead. His head bobbed up and down in the churning water of the Palatucka River, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her racing after him. Above the roar of the water he heard her older brother, Tyler, shout, “He can’t come back. I’m going for help.”

“I’ll go with you,” called Kaity’s twin, Curtis.
It had rained for days. The shallow stream Michael waded across a few weeks ago was now so deep he couldn’t touch bottom. Tons of water plunged down from the mountains swelling the creek to a turbulent river. It sped over rocks and boulders, past the loblolly trees-- pulling Michael with it. He tried to fight the strong current. Too powerful; I can’t do it. Dragged underwater, hurled up again, he gasped for breath. Michael’s stomach sank. Kaity’s falling behind. She can’t keep up with the swift current. Around a curve, another curve, until Kaity disappeared.

His strength was fading. In desperation he reached for a boulder. Too slippery! His fingers slid off the surface; he was swept away. Roaring sounded in his ears. The din grew louder with each passing second. His already racing heart pounded even harder. A waterfall! Hurtling toward the brink of a cliff, he made a frantic attempt to turn back. Impossible! The power of the raging river carried him on.
“OH, NO-O-O-O-O---”

Flung over the edge, arms and legs thrashing as he fell, Michael plunged into the angry waters at the bottom of the waterfall. Down into a cold, dark whirlpool, turning round and round, sinking deeper and deeper, until it became so dark he was spinning in blackness. He couldn’t see or grasp onto anything. Pray . . . . Our Father . . . . His lungs were bursting; he couldn’t breathe. Try, . . . Our Father who . . . Pain exploded in his head.
And then he didn’t think at all.

Hope you enjoyed reading the above excerpt.  I am currently writing a sequel to Betwixt and Between called Above and Beyond.  It takes place many years later and features Michael’s daughters, Carly and Anna along with Joseph, their guide in the strange land in which they find themselves stranded.  
Look for my latest novel, a cozy mystery for adults entitled “Long Shadows” scheduled to be released in January 2013.  It tells the tale of two women who arrive at a house plagued by a death, a missing heiress, and unanswered questions.  Their presence stirs up old mysteries and new perils.  Will they survive their confrontation with danger?