Thursday, January 8, 2015

Want to Win Some Tea and a Book?

Christmas whoop-de-doos are boxed up and stored away. New Year's shebangs are hibernating until next December thirty-first. Now what? All the fun and reindeer games are over and there's nothing left but Arctic cold and grey days.

**taps microphone, clears throat, ear-piercing screechy feedback from the speakers**

Good-bye January blues and hello Photo Contest!

Anyone want to win a BRENTWOOD'S WARD AUDIO BOOK and some English Breakfast Tea? 

Post a picture of you reading Brentwood's Ward. That's it. That simple. Or if you're really camera shy, just prop up the book in front of your dog or cat or stuffed animal or . . . the sky's the limit! 

Where should you post? Anywhere. Everywhere. Ideas: Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, Your Own Blog, Tumblr, yada-yada. Just send me a link to where you posted and I'll toss your name in the hat.

And yes, the most creative picture will get a super special secret surprise extra giftie. Why all the secrecy? What is it? Yeah, see, I don't actually know yet, but I'm sure I'll come up with something.

Deadline: January 23. The drawing will be here on my blog for Fun Friday.

Ready? Set? **gun shot** Let the picture taking begin!

Seriously, what else do you have to do in January?

Where is Your Hope?

You can hope to write a killer story, receive rave reviews, or sell a bajillion books.

On a deeper level, you can hope you find a job, your child will repent, the cancer goes away, or your spouse quits thinking about suicide.

You can even hope for peace and justice and all the pain and tears to stop.

Hope, my friends, is a beautiful thing.

But tragedy still happens. There are no guarantees in this life -- save one . . .

God is good.

If your hope isn't anchored in that truth, or if you choose to believe that God is not good, then you don't stand a chance of peace in your heart when tragedy happens. And it will. It always does. That's a guarantee as well.

So today, if you're looking for a lifeline to grasp onto as you bob in a raging sea of life circumstances, reach out and grab ahold of this:

The Lord is good;
a stronghold in the day of trouble,
and He knows those
who trust in Him.

Nahum 1:7

Yeah. Hope. It's beautiful.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Books Worth Sneaking Off to Read



Okay, so yeah. Shameless advertising. Cut me some slack. The high here in Jotenheim is going to be a freeze-your-patootie-off minus four fahrenheit. Apparently Minnesota didn't get the global warming memo.

But there's no better time to curl up with a great read! Here's what's near the top of my stack in case you're looking for some ideas . . .

MARVELOUS
By Travis Thrasher

Brandon Jeffery’s summer started out with a bang—as in, a friend crashed his car and now he has to work two jobs to pay it off. It’s at Fascination Street Records that he’s introduced to a beautiful but quiet girl named Marvel. She’s new to Hidden Cove and looking for a summer job, so Brandon secretly strikes a deal with their boss to work for free so she can be hired.

When a classmate is found murdered, however, their summer takes a turn for the mysterious. Brandon’s friend Devon is sure he knows just who’s to blame: the creepy recluse of the town quarry. But the police have few leads, and Brandon has the sneaking suspicion he’s being watched.

That’s not what’s in the forefront of on his mind, though. More than trying to pay off his car to his unemployed, alcoholic father and protecting Seth Belcher from the school bullies, he’s determined to date Marvel. He doesn’t understand why they seem so close and she refuses to date him, but as the mystery behind her tragic past begins to unravel, Marvel finally confesses her reason: God has revealed she’s destined to die saving others—and it’s going to be soon.

PRIME OF LIFE
By P.D. Bekendam

Ben thinks the retirement home where he works should be called “Heaven Can Wait a Little Longer While I Golf” instead of Heritage Gardens. But who asked him? He’s just the janitor, after all. Of course, his inept boss, the cantankerous residents, and even his attractive podiatrist friend don’t know one important thing about him: he was recently a cardiothoracic surgeon, not a broom-pushing custodian.

Ben is in search of a stress-free life with a little freedom from the past thrown in. But will it be that simple to escape who he used to be—and all he used to fear?

By Martin Allison Booth

Arthur Conan Doyle is on the run from his own fame. Taking a much needed holiday, Doyle flees to a picturesque village in Switzerland nestled beneath the imposing Reichenbach Falls. There he hopes to find anonymity, but even in this beautiful rural setting, peace eludes him when he finds himself immediately recognized by a fan who pressures him into looking into the death of a fellow visitor.

All too soon, Doyle’s somewhat unwilling gentle probing into the case begins to cause the finger of suspicion to turn towards him. But can the creator of the famous detective actually do the sleuthing himself? Although able to pen the character of Sherlock, he soon begins to learn he does not share his leading creation’s characteristics, but rather Watson’s. Can the “sidekick” see enough of the picture to solve the case for once?

Sherlock Holmes has fascinated readers ever since he first burst into fiction, over one hundred years ago. In this novel, the first in a trilogy, we meet his author and discover the difficult relationship between them.

So . . . what's on your stack? Share the love by tossing in more reading ideas in the comment section.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

#firstworldwriterfears

Brentwood's Ward is officially official, like on the shelf, in the catalogs, taking up real estate on Amazon's website, yada-yada. Want to know what it feels like to have your 4th book published?

It's just as nail-biting as the first.

The same old fears crawl out of the cellar like creepy anacondas and coil around you, squeezing until your worry bones crush into a fine powder, fears such as:

  • What if the sales numbers are crappy, el stinko, or worse . . . nonexistent?
  • What if I get hateful reviews from haters who love to hate my writing?
  • What if I never get another contract again?

You would think that by book four these fears wouldn't stand a chance at working up any kind of emotion, but doggone if writers aren't insecure no matter how many books they've published. The trick is to not focus on all the "What Ifs" and turn into a navel gazer. There are bigger struggles in life to deal with.

And in light of eternity, sales numbers, contracts and reviews lose their importance.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Unsolved Historical Mysteries

Person of Interest? Sherlock? NCSI? Today, everyone’s got their favorite criminal mystery show, but did you know that crime investigation has its roots planted deeply back in the late eighteenth century in England? The Bow Street Runners were the first organized detective force of the era. But even they couldn’t solve some mysteries . . .

An Unusual Tale

Elizabeth Canning was a maidservant who disappeared for four weeks in 1753. Her story of what happened ultimately divided the nation.

She claims she was abducted—not by aliens, but thugs—and taken to a brothel in Enfield, a town just outside London. She refused to be forced into prostitution, so they locked her in an attic, where they stole her corset and fed her stale bread. Somehow, she managed to escape out a window.

When she told her employer what’d happened, he led a mob to the establishment, a brothel run by Mother Wells. Henry Fielding—the creator of the Bow Street Runners—acquired convictions for Mother Wells and her gypsy accomplice, Mary Squires. Wells was branded and Squires was sentenced to hang for the corset theft . . . but Squires had reliable alibis that put her in a different part of England during those four weeks. The Lord Mayor of London intervened, and Squire’s conviction was overturned. This angered the public, because hey, they were missing out on a hanging, which was great entertainment back then.

So, what really happened? Who knows? Speculation says that Canning was likely trying to hide a pregnancy and may have run away to get an abortion or maybe even birth an illegitimate child. Wells ended up getting convicted of perjury and was sentenced to seven years in America. She never came back.

An Unusual Corpse

Recently London archeologists excavated the graveyard of St. Pancras Old Church in preparation for yet another rail terminal. Why were archeologists called in instead of hard-hat wearing construction workers? Because this site had been used for mass graves during the first part of the nineteenth century. Care needed to be used instead of backhoes. As expected, they found lots of coffins, but one in particular grabbed everyone’s attention.

It contained the remains of eight people—and a thirteen-foot walrus.

No one knows how it got there, where it came from, or even why. In the early 1800’s, a walrus would’ve been considered a sea monster, and there were precious few of those roaming the London streets. Okay, none, but obviously there was one, because they found the bones to prove it.

An Unusual Code

On the grounds of an English country manor, there is a beautifully carved monument. No big deal, right? Wrong, Watson. Not even Sherlock could solve this one.

The inscription on Shepherd’s Monument at Shugborough Hall is a cryptic sequence of letters that has contemporaries and historians scratching their heads. It reads:

DOUOSVAVVM

Those ten letters are known as one of the world’s top uncracked ciphertexts. From Charles Dickens to Charles Darwin, no one who’s put his mind to it has been able to figure out what the message means. Some speculate it might’ve been left by the Knights Templar as a clue to the whereabouts of the Holy Grail . . . yet no one really knows.

These mysteries remain unsolved, but if you’d like to read an intriguing tale that ties up all the loose threads by the end, pick up a copy of my latest release, BRENTWOOD’S WARD . . .

There’s none better than NICHOLAS BRENTWOOD at catching the felons who ravage London’s streets, and there’s nothing he loves more than seeing justice carried out—but this time he’s met his match. Beautiful and beguiling EMILY PAYNE is more treacherous than a city full of miscreants and thugs, for she’s a thief of the highest order…she’s stolen his heart.


Available in paperback, ebook, and audiobook formats at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other fine booksellers.

Thursday, January 1, 2015



No need to weep, readers, because I got your back with this friendly public service announcement . . .

NEWSFLASH:
Brentwood's Ward is now available! Today's the day! Woot! Woot!

Okay, so maybe I used an excessive amount of exclamation points but doggone if I'm not whoopin' it up as much as I was last night. And you can join the party, too. Just pop on over to Amazon and snatch up your copy, either in paperback, eBook, or audiobook.
 
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