Tuesday, October 15, 2019

SCREAMCATCHER - WEB WORLD HALLOWEEN GIVEAWAY!

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When seventeen-year-old Jory Pike cannot shake the hellish nightmares of her parent's deaths, she turns to an old family heirloom, a dream catcher. Even though she's half blood Chippewa, Jory thinks old Indian lore is so yesterday, but she's willing to give it a try. However, the dream catcher has had its fill of nightmares from an ancient and violent past. After a sleepover party, and during one of Jory's most horrific dream episodes, the dream catcher implodes, sucking Jory and her three friends into its own world of trapped nightmares. They're in an alternate universe-locked inside of an insane web world. How can they find the center of the web, where all good things are allowed to pass?




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Sunday, October 13, 2019

SPACE JUNK: AN INTERSTELLAR ROMANTIC COMEDY PART 11


Sarah did our level best to keep you from getting totally wasted. However he was quite inebriated when she put a stop to his drinking.
Sarah didn’t blame him for feeling sad or betrayed by his buddy she would’ve felt the same
. “I feel like I need to get answers from Al Sarah “Coop slurred.
Sarah was holding his hand “I get it Coop but you can’t let on you double life. It could be dangerous for you.”
“Yeah but working with him is going to be hard knowing what I know and not being able to say anything.”
Just then, Al approached the table “Coop. Can we talk… Alone?”
Coop shook his head “whatever you say to me you could say in front of Sarah!”
Al looked between the two of them “oh so you two are an item now?” “Yeah you could say that. But it’s got nothing to do with what you want to talk to me about what so important Al?”
“Fine you’re being difficult, so I’ll just say this and go.” Al said sarcastically
“say what you got to say and move on.” Coop was being unnecessarily nasty but hope to get his point across that he had no time for traitors.
“Okay here it is I’m leaving the sanitation department. The powers that be decided to let me go because of my being suspected of killing Ensign Weatherly. They gave me a deal I either quit with a tidy severance package or be fired with nothing so naturally I took the money and ran. I’ll be looking for other work. But let me say this. I’ve enjoyed your friendship but it seems my recent brush with the law has turned you off but God knows why!
“Sorry just the thought that you would have taken another man’s life without a thought and for what reason kind of chilled me.” Coop answered
Sarah spoke up “well, good luck Al.”
Al shrugged “thanks Lieut. French I better go. The shuttle is leaving for Beta station. I might be able to get workfare in the maintenance division and the intergalactic police are keeping an eye on me. I have to stay in this quadrant until I’m cleared of all charges.
“Yeah well good luck Al.” Coop stated with no emotion at all
“what? No bro hug or secret handshake?” Al snorted
“sorry but no.” He turned to Sarah “listen I’m beat. I’ll catch up with you later. “Who kissed her cheek and walked away.
“What’s got his shorts in a wad?” Al asked
“Al, try to understand he’s been through a lot lately.”
“Like I haven’t? Al snorted again
“yes, you have but Coop is feeling extra pressure. He just found out he is going to be a father.”
Al looked puzzled for a minute “really who?” Then it dawned on now “oh! You?”
Sarah nodded “yes me it was a surprise for both of us.” Sarah smiled
“jeez one night and Bam your Prego. Damn that was fast!” Al replied
“yes, but please understand I didn’t pressure him into anything it was his decision to be involved. Then he finds out his best friend has been accused of murder what does that due to a guy?
“ Al shook his head that never happened. I had no reason to kill your ex and I don’t know why the police think so!” Al was vehement
Sarah thought to herself if what she heard was true from the police this guy was putting on quite the act but said “so you say but obviously the police believe otherwise or they wouldn’t be keeping an eye you would they?”
Al was turning a shade of red she hadn’t seen before “are you trying to turn Coop against me Lieut.?”
Sarah shook her head “no Al. You’ve done a good enough job of that yourself.”

Sunday, October 6, 2019

SPACE JUNK AN INTERSTELLAR ROMANTIC COMEDY PART 10

Yeah, me again the long suffering muse of Karen Vaughan. What a piece of work that one is. She was too busy whooping it up at a wedding  last weekend to pay me any mind. I got to her this week and gave the wench a piece of my mind. I whipped her into shape and she is back doing what she does best.



Coop ran ahead chasing after detective Sturgis. “What the hell!” He was livid at the detective’s suggestion.
“Sorry to shock you Mr. Bradley but our Friatino is not who he seems!” The detective explained
“stop being so damn cryptic and just tell me what you mean by all that!” Coop was practically yelling at the detective.
“Sit down Mr. Bradley and I’ll explain.”
Stomping his foot like a four-year-old having a tantrum, coop stood his ground staring Sturgis down and expecting an answer. “No! Just tell me dammit! He demanded
“come on Coop. Just listen to the detective.” Sarah implored
Coop looked at her and seem to accept that and sat down with Sarah holding his hand for support. She knew this was going to be hard for Coop to hear.
He cleared his throat “okay, sorry I freaked out detective. It’s just hard for me to imagine Al killing anyone.”
“I understand and as hard as it is to accept you have to know your best buddy is a mercenary.”
Coop shook his head in disbelief “a what?”
“He’s a mercenary. He actually works for the Omega faction their trained assassins and soldiers of fortune.” The detective explained
“so wait, he’s not really a sanitary engineer?”
“Well, that’s his day job but when needed he kills people for the faction.” Sturgis explained further.
“But why kill Todd? He’s not even a high ranking officer in the military what could possibly be gained by killing Ensign Weatherly?” Sarah wanted to know.
The detective turned to her and said “we’re still trying to figure that out Lieut. French.”
Coop shook his head again “Shit! So my best friend is a hired gun? How am I supposed to work with him. I’d be afraid to piss him off!”
The detective turned to him “you’ll have to try Mr. Bradley. You can’t let on that you know about him. He might act out and hurt you. We want to avoid that at all costs.”
Coop sighed “okay, I guess I’ll have to try but are you sure Al actually killed Ensign Weatherly?
“We heard some chatter and were investigating. You and Lieut. French are free to go and we have to let Al go for now but will be watching him.” The detective stated
Coop spoke up “you want me to keep an eye on him for you?”
“Absolutely not! You do not get involved Mr. Bradley. If he thinks he’s been made he may get desperate!”
“He’s right Coop.” Sarah stated. “Don’t get in the middle of this let the police handle Al.”
“Al? Is that even his real name? Does He not have a code name or an alias? Coop snorted
the detective shook his head “if he does, we don’t know yet. Were diving deep into his life will get him Mr. Bradley.”
Coop still didn’t want to believe all this was true but he said thanks anyway.
Sarah squeezed his hand “come on Coop. Let’s go back to the Romulus and get some food.”
“Okay but I also need a drink, maybe several
Sarah chuckled “that’s okay Coop. We’ll get through this okay
with that they left with the captain towing behind.



Sunday, September 22, 2019

SPACEJUNK: AN INTERGALACTIC ROMANTIC COMEDY PART 9


Sarah headed for the closest drink dispenser. Her stomach was rumbling so maybe juice was a better option than the caffeine. The captain was waiting in the reception area as she came out.

“How it goes Sarah? He inquired, concerned.

“Ugh! I feel like I’ve been grilled on high or 10 minutes on each side. Is there a drink dispenser around? I need juice.” She asked as she looked around the room.
“I don’t know about a drink dispenser but there is a coffee machine over there.” He said pointing
Sarah shook her head “no, I am eschewing caffeine for the foreseeable future.”
“Probably a good idea.” Dave replied “about that, did you have “the talk” with Coop yet?”
“I did.” Sarah smiled
“oh really? How did he take the news of the impending fatherhood?“
“Quite well. I was surprised he didn’t cut and run.” She chuckled
“well, is he going to step up or not?” The captain inquired
“he wants to.”
“You have doubts?” Dave asked again
Sarah shook her head “not really. He seems so mature for his age he wants to get into the Marine Corps and have a real life apart from that of being a sanitary engineer until retirement. I have to admit the boy has ambition. We’ll have to see if he is really ready to be a dad though.”
At that point, for entered this reception area looking frazzled and a bit pissed off.
Sarah stood up to greet him “by the look on your face, I take it things were rough.”
Coop faced her “well, it wasn’t bad and I didn’t keep my tongue in my head and now I want to find a punching bag and a beer not necessarily in that order.”
“Don’t worry Coop. I feel the same but I’ll settle for juice instead.” Sarah looked around “where’s Al?”
“He’s still being questioned about finding a body and where he was on alpha station that night.”
“Why? I don’t think he has much of a motive for killing Todd. He doesn’t even know him. Me on the other hand, “they played the” I’m the jilted lover card” according to them “I have every reason to want the idiot dead. I really wish they’d look somewhere else. This stress I’m under is not good for me or my baby.”
“Whirls can they look?”” Coop asked”
“maybe his shipmates or other known enemies. He must’ve pissed somebody off to get him killed.” The captain answered.
Just then, Detective Sturgis sauntered in. “Lieut. French during the clear.”
“Really?” Sarah breathed a sigh of relief
. “Yes quite. I just got word on the time of death for Ensign Weatherly. It was six weeks ago. Your alibi checks out that as does yours Mr. Bradley.”
Coop looked relieved but asked “what about Al?”
“That remains to be seen Mr. Bradley.”
“How come?” Coop inquired
detective Sturgis shook his head and said “sorry, I’m not at liberty to say.”
Coop looked like he wanted to punch something. Sarah placed her hand on his arm and squeezed gently and Coop immediately calmed down.
Sarah spoke up “do they think he did it?”
Sturgis frowned “again, sorry I can’t say.”
“He was with me working the whole time!” Coop explained, frustrated
“Sturgis shook his head “not six weeks ago. I called your superiors he was off sick at the time of Ensign Weatherly’s death.”
Remembering that time, who paled. “Oh God! Yeah, he didn’t seem sick but he begged off work for three days. How could he kill a guy he doesn’t even know?”
Detective Sturgis spoke up and asked “how well do you know Al, Mr. Bradley?”
“Quite well he is my best buddy. We’ve known each other forever. Why do you ask?”
Sturgis side “it seems Al is not who you think he is.” Sturgis stated then walked away.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

SPACE JUNK: AN INTERGALACTIC ROMANTIC COMEDY PART 8

Sarah’s nerves were shot as they docked at the intergalactic police headquarters. She into had agreed not to talk to each other until the interviews were completed. Coop and Al were frustrated as they had been suspended with pay group knew he was innocent. He didn’t even know the dead guy and he had no reason to want Ensign Todd dead.
Sarah, on the other hand, was worried. She had motive. She had caught Todd with his hands in another woman’s pants police would see it is a good reason to off the guy. He did have an alibi for the night he discovered the scene. Afterwards, she was seen drinking in the bar with Coop for five hours. There is also proof that she’d left the docking port at alpha station with the Capt. and Dr. Stevens the next morning. Since no one knew exactly when Todd was murdered there was no proof she was around to do the deed.
“Relax Sarah.” The captain admonished. “This is just a formality.”
She looked at the captain “is it really gave. I’m the jilted woman and a woman scorned… And all that.
“You have an airtight alibi as you were on the Romulus for eight weeks after that weekend.” He explained.
“Yeah I know… So, I should just take a pill and let the cops do their thing right?”
Dave nodded and smiled “exactly!”
“Then why don’t I feel better?” she replied.
Detective Sturgis and Assistant detective Alex Kellerman conducted the interviews and called her into the room.
She was seated beside her counsel Lieut. Myers.
Detective Sturgis spoke up “State your name.”
“Lieut. Sarah French Sir science officer on the ship the Romulus of the United intergalactic marines sir.”
Detective Sturgis didn’t waste any time getting to the purpose of the meeting “did you know the victim Lieut.?”
“Yes sir.” She replied knowing what was coming next.
“What was the nature of your relationship with Ensign Weatherly?”
Sarah sighed “we had been romantically involved sir.”
“Was this so at the time of Weatherly’s death?” He continued
Kellerman just sat there taking notes.
Sara looked at her counsel is been answered “no Sir. We had stopped seeing each other. “
“For what reason?” he inquired matter-of-factly.
Sarah’s Counsel Marine Corp. rep spoke up “how is that relevant detective?”
“It goes to motive the tenant Myers?”
Sarah spoke up at this point “okay, I’ll answer. I have nothing to hide.” She said to both her counsel and the cops sitting across from her.
Detective Sturgis nodded “go on.”
“Ensign Weatherly and I had planned to meet at the space station for a romantic getaway weekend. I arrived at the lounge where we were supposed to meet dressed to the nines only to find my significant other with his hands all over a stripper with 48 double DDs and his tongue playing hockey with the strippers, tonsils.”
“Just the facts Lieut. French. There is no need to be sarcastic.”
Sarah mentally counted to 10 and continued “I poured water over his head and told him to go to hell then stalked off.”
“And that’s the last time you saw Ensign Weatherly?”
Sarah nodded “yes sir. As far as I was concerned we were done. I don’t condone cheating but it’s nothing to kill for.”
“No need to editorialize Lieut. we just want the facts.” Kellerman added.
Sturgis spoke up “so, where did you go next?” “I found another bar on the station and proceeded to get very drunk sir.”
“Is this where you met Cooper Bradley, the sanitary engineer?”
“Yes and his friend Al. We had some drinks and play darts for a while and then Al found other entertainments. Coop and I stayed there until 1 AM then continued our party in the room I rented for the weekend.” Sarah explained
“you have proof of this “
Sarah nodded. “Yes my counsel has documentation that I was drinking in the cosmic cave for the better part of five hours and checked into my room with Mr. Bradley and stayed there until it was time to return to my ship, the Romulus.”
“Fine. I’ll need that. You can go for now we will contact you if we need to ask you further questions.” Sturgis stated
Sarah nodded at the two detectives, Rose and shook her counsel’s hand then went to find her captain. She didn’t know if she needed a coffee or a very stiff drink. In her condition, she decided the coffee was in order.


Wednesday, September 4, 2019

CAN A GHOST HELP KAITLYN HEAL HER SOUL AFTER A LOSS?

ABIGAILS WINDOW 

BY SUSAN LYNN SOLOMON


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ABOUT THIS FAB NOVEL
Abigail Bender lost her only love at Gettysburg in 1863. One hundred and fifty years later Kaitlyn Novacs, teetering on the edge of a breakdown after the loss of her one love, encounters Abigail’s spirit in a quaint Canadian inn. There’s a connection between these women, Kaitlyn feels it the first moment she sees the ghost but refuses to admit it. She is forced to accept how closely her fate mirrors the ghost’s when through Abigail’s window she witnesses the ghost’s life and death. Still, there’s a secret Abigail withholds from Kaitlyn. Will discovering that secret come too late to save Kaitlyn from Abigail’s fate?


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even in this digital age there is nothing to compare then picking up a book like Abigail’s window sitting in a comfortable chair on a rainy day with a hot beverage by your side and immersing yourself into a story that grips you from the beginning until the very end. A little history a little romance a little intrigue everything that you want to get away from the Monday and world that we are in I’m so glad that I let Abigail‘s window Take me away for a little while and I can’t wait for Susan Solomon’s next book to do the same thank you Susan please keep writing

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Chapter One

Face in the Window
As I stepped from the rental car, I saw the lace curtains pulled aside in a second floor window. I felt eyes stare down at me. My jaw dropped. Had it followed me here?
Ronnie Hoffmann glanced at me over the roof of the car. “What’s wrong now?” she said.
I stood, blinking.
With a shrug, she turned to Andrea O’Rourke, who popped the trunk and lifted out our suitcases.
When I looked again at the window I saw a woman, but not quite a woman. She appeared to be… transparent. Shuddering, I turned my back to the house.
“Yeah, I’m cold too, Katy. Get your suitcase.” Ronnie took off her thick-rimmed glasses and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. Though only in her early thirties, her long black hair showed streaks of gray.
I wrapped my heavy coat tight around my chest but didn’t move. I hadn’t wanted to come to Niagara-on-the-Lake, hadn’t wanted to leave my apartment. After what I’d been through, I never wanted to venture out again. Ronnie had refused to let me become a hermit.
“You waiting for April when the snow melts?” she called to me.
I lifted my eyes to the window. The curtains were closed. Feeling as though the woman continued to watch me, I shrank back against the car door. “Somebody’s… up there.”
Andrea clicked her tongue.
“Another ghost?” Ronnie slammed the car trunk closed. “The Niagara Inn isn’t any more haunted than your apartment.”
My friend knew what haunted me. She had helped to pull me through a breakdown seven years ago. She didn’t believe a ghost caused it then, and didn’t believe one pushed me toward the edge this time.
I pointed to the window. “Don’t you see her?”
Ronnie didn’t bother to look. “Probably another guest.”
The stiff Lake Ontario wind had turned Andrea’s face almost as red as her hair. Looking around the empty parking lot, she said, “Can’t be another guest. No one but us is stupid enough to travel in this weather.” She hefted her suitcase. “Yap out here if you want. I’m going inside.”
Shivering, I examined the bed and breakfast Ronnie had brought me to for a long, girls-only weekend. Pale behind the falling snow and surrounded by skeletons of azalea bushes and a row of evergreen hedges, the Niagara Inn rose two stories above what appeared to be an ancient brick foundation.
“Come on, come on. I’m about to turn into an icicle,” Andrea complained.
“More like a cherry popsicle,” Ronnie said.             
“Yeah, whatever.” Our redheaded friend turned and stomped off through the snow.
The wind rushed up to encircle me. In its howl, I heard a familiar laugh. This disembodied sound had chased me since my teenage years. I looked at our car, now coated with a thin layer of snow. I had an urgent desire to get in, drive back across the border to the Buffalo airport and fly home to Manhattan. Though the laughter also haunted me there, at least in familiar surroundings I could almost ignore it.
While I thought about fleeing, the lake wind pushed me toward the house. I held fast.
Ronnie grabbed the sleeve of my black faux-fur coat. “Come on!”
I pulled away. “I can’t… the laugh.”
“You’re hearing it again?”
I nodded.                          
She took me by the shoulders. “You’re not being haunted, Katy. What you hear is just in your head. How many times do I have to tell you that? Now get inside before we both get sick.”
When I still resisted, she gave me a tight-lipped stare—her way of saying, Kaitlyn Novacs, get over yourself.
“Ken and I were here for our anniversary five years ago,” she said. “This is a beautiful place, not some crappy dump with cobwebs your warped mind is turning it into. Now move!”
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. Nothing in this house could be worse than what I’ve been through, I thought.
The wind howled again, louder this time. It might have been telling me, You think so?
Ronnie’s grin wrinkled her eyes. “What an expression. You look like an Eskimo searching for the nearest dogsled. Wanna rub noses?”
I grabbed a handful of snow from a bush and flung it at her. Then, feeling a rush of warmth for my best and sometimes only friend, I hugged her.
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” she said. “Now can we get out of this storm?”
With her hand propelling me forward, I slogged through drifting snow from the parking lot to the Niagara Inn’s door where Andrea O’Rourke waited

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Saturday, August 24, 2019

ON VACATION SPACE JUNK WILL RETURN SEPTEMBER 8TH

SPACE JUNK IS TAKING A HOLIDAY


WE'LL BE BACK SOON