Welcome to Day 2 of the “EMPTY SEATS” Blog Tour! @EmptySeatsNovel @4WillsPub #RRBC #Baseball

 

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GIVEAWAYS:   During this tour, the author is giving away (1) $10 Amazon Gift Card, (2) $5 Amazon Gift Cards, (2) e-book copies of EMPTY SEATS & (1) copy of the author’s acclaimed “SINGING ALONG WITH THE RADIO” CD which features many prominent folk music singers (a $15 value)! For your chance to win, all you have to do is leave a comment below as well as leaving a comment on the author’s 4WillsPub tour page.  GOOD LUCK!

Empty Seats by Wanda Adams Fischer

 

Day Two (Empty Seats)

 

In 1965, I wanted to become a sportswriter. In those days, however, opportunities for women in that arena were almost non-existent. I was determined, even though my own mother told me I might as well be aiming to become the first female president or even the first female Pope. 

My friends and I went to many games at Fenway Park that summer. Sometimes, when my friends weren’t available to go with me, I’d go by myself. The Red Sox’s own broadcaster at the time, Curt Gowdy, showed me how to keep score “the way we do in the booth” one day, when he was walking through the stands.

I always kept copious notes and used the “Gowdy method” to score every game. I wrote letters to the editor of The Boston Globe and Record American, as well as my hometown newspaper, The Quincy Patriot-Ledger. My goal was to one day have a by-line on the sports pages of The Patriot-Ledger. It was, after all, the newspaper whose sports pages I read every day. 

In 1965, I even had the opportunity to watch the legendary Satchel Paige warm up in the bullpen at Fenway Park. He’d been brought there by Charlie Finley, the owner of the then-Kansas City Athletics (now the Oakland Athletics) as a publicity stunt. Satch was probably in his sixties; no one really knew how old he was. I saw him throwing, easy and slow, and walked up to the chain link fence that separated the people in the bleachers from the pitchers in the Athletics bullpen. 

Since there were very few people at that game, the security guard didn’t bother me. Usually, they’ll tell you to get back to your seat and stop bothering them.

“Mr. Paige?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” (I was 15 years old and not used to being called “ma’am.”)

“Do you mind if I watch you for a while.”

“No, ma’am, that would be fine.”

I stood and watch him for about 20 minutes. He never got into that game, but he did pitch to a couple of batters the next day and even struck out Carl Yazstremzki, who would one day become a member of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown—as did Satch himself. 

My scorecard from that game is one of the few that I never completed; it stands blank after the sixth inning, which is when I began watching him warm up. I still have it, in a place of honor—the antique hutch my grandmother left me, where I keep my baseball memorabilia.

Sportswriter—Yes or No?

After a game between the then-California Angels and the Red Sox, I was walking over the bridge that spanned the Mass Pike and led to the train station at Kenmore Square. I recognized one of the players from the California Angels, Rick Reichardt. I introduced myself, and we talked about the game as he made his way to the Kenmore Hotel, where opposing teams always stayed.  I casually mentioned to him that I was beginning to look at colleges with the aim of pursuing a career in sports writing.

He stopped walking.

“You seem like such a nice girl,” he said, “but I want to give you a sense of reality about professional sports. The guys don’t want women in the locker room or the clubhouse. They don’t want to answer questions from women, either. It’s just the truth.”

He must have seen the look on my face, because he tried to soften his statement. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up too high,” he said. “If you decide to go forward with this, you’ll have to develop a much thicker skin.”

I thanked him for his advice, as he went one way toward his hotel and I descended the steps toward the train station. During the long train-and-bus rides home, I thought about what he’d said, then did what we did back then: I wrote him a letter, again expressing my appreciation for his thoughtfulness. He sent me a note back, saying that he hoped he wasn’t too blunt, but he wanted me to know the truth.

The 1960s brought turbulent times, with the Vietnam War and Civil Rights, and I became involved in both of those intense social movements. I never did pursue sports writing, even though my passion for sports remains to this day. 

I went on to a nearly 40-year career in public relations/marketing/media relations, with a couple of side trips in general radio broadcasting. I retired from my last job in that field in 2014, when I worked for New York State’s Office of Medicaid Inspector General.

Fifty-two years after the encounter with Rick Reichardt, I decided to act on my desire to write about sports by writing a novel about minor-league baseball. The result is Empty Seats, which focuses on the career paths and expectations of three very different young men as they seek that golden ring of baseball—making it into Major League Baseball, “The Show,” the big time. 

As for Mr. Reichardt—I tracked him down on Facebook to let him know that his lengthy association with baseball didn’t only have an impact on young men, it also had great influence on a young woman who’s now in her eighth decade of life, who never forgot a chance encounter on the bridge that still goes over the Mass Pike near Fenway Park. 

He seemed pleased. Every now and then, he sends me a picture on FB, such as one where he was in Little League and another of him and his family at a Major League Baseball game. I’m glad we’re friends now. 

Book Blurb

What Little Leaguer doesn’t dream of walking from the dugout onto a Major League baseball field, facing his long-time idol and striking his out? Empty Seats follows three different minor-league baseball pitchers as they follow their dreams to climb the ladder from minor- to major-league ball, while facing challenges along the way—not always on the baseball diamond. This coming-of-age novel takes on success and failure in unexpected ways. One reviewer calls this book “a tragic version of ‘The Sandlot.’”

(Winner of the 2019 New Apple Award and 2019 Independent Publishing Award)

 

Author Bio

Following a successful 40-year career in public relations/marketing/media relations, Wanda Adams Fischer parlayed her love for baseball into her first novel, Empty Seats. She began writing poetry and short stories when she was in the second grade in her hometown of Weymouth, Massachusetts and has continued to write for more than six decades. In addition to her “day” job, she has been a folk music DJ on public radio for more than 40 years, including more than 37 at WAMC-FM, the Albany, New York-based National Public Radio affiliate. In 2019, Folk Alliance International inducted her into their Folk D-J Hall of Fame. A singer/songwriter in her own right, she’s produced one CD, “Singing Along with the Radio.” She’s also a competitive tennis player and has captained several United States Tennis Association senior teams that have secured berths at sectional and national events. She earned a bachelor’s degree in English from Northeastern University in Boston. She lives in Schenectady, NY, with her husband of 47 years, Bill, a retired family physician, whom she met at a coffeehouse in Boston in 1966; they have two grown children and six grandchildren. 

 

Social Media Links

 

@emptyseatsnovel

 

https://www.facebook.com/EmptySeatsNovel/

 

https://www.wandafischer.com 

 

Amazon and Other Purchase Links

 

Book: http://amzn.to/2KzWPQf 

Audio book: http://bit.ly/2TKo3UC

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/empty-seats-wanda-adams-fischer/1127282887?ean=9780999504901 

 

http://wandafischer.com/buy-my-book/ 

 

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In 1965, I wanted to become a sportswriter. In those days, however, opportunities for women in that arena were almost non-existent. I was determined, even though my own mother told me I might as well be aiming to become the first female president or even the first female Pope. 

My friends and I went to many games at Fenway Park that summer. Sometimes, when my friends weren’t available to go with me, I’d go by myself. The Red Sox’s own broadcaster at the time, Curt Gowdy, showed me how to keep score “the way we do in the booth” one day, when he was walking through the stands.

I always kept copious notes and used the “Gowdy method” to score every game. I wrote letters to the editor of The Boston Globe and Record American, as well as my hometown newspaper, The Quincy Patriot-Ledger. My goal was to one day have a by-line on the sports pages of The Patriot-Ledger. It was, after all, the newspaper whose sports pages I read every day. 

In 1965, I even had the opportunity to watch the legendary Satchel Paige warm up in the bullpen at Fenway Park. He’d been brought there by Charlie Finley, the owner of the then-Kansas City Athletics (now the Oakland Athletics) as a publicity stunt. Satch was probably in his sixties; no one really knew how old he was. I saw him throwing, easy and slow, and walked up to the chain link fence that separated the people in the bleachers from the pitchers in the Athletics bullpen. 

Since there were very few people at that game, the security guard didn’t bother me. Usually, they’ll tell you to get back to your seat and stop bothering them.

“Mr. Paige?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” (I was 15 years old and not used to being called “ma’am.”)

“Do you mind if I watch you for a while.”

“No, ma’am, that would be fine.”

I stood and watch him for about 20 minutes. He never got into that game, but he did pitch to a couple of batters the next day and even struck out Carl Yazstremzki, who would one day become a member of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown—as did Satch himself. 

My scorecard from that game is one of the few that I never completed; it stands blank after the sixth inning, which is when I began watching him warm up. I still have it, in a place of honor—the antique hutch my grandmother left me, where I keep my baseball memorabilia.

Sportswriter—Yes or No?

After a game between the then-California Angels and the Red Sox, I was walking over the bridge that spanned the Mass Pike and led to the train station at Kenmore Square. I recognized one of the players from the California Angels, Rick Reichardt. I introduced myself, and we talked about the game as he made his way to the Kenmore Hotel, where opposing teams always stayed.  I casually mentioned to him that I was beginning to look at colleges with the aim of pursuing a career in sports writing.

He stopped walking.

“You seem like such a nice girl,” he said, “but I want to give you a sense of reality about professional sports. The guys don’t want women in the locker room or the clubhouse. They don’t want to answer questions from women, either. It’s just the truth.”

He must have seen the look on my face, because he tried to soften his statement. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up too high,” he said. “If you decide to go forward with this, you’ll have to develop a much thicker skin.”

I thanked him for his advice, as he went one way toward his hotel and I descended the steps toward the train station. During the long train-and-bus rides home, I thought about what he’d said, then did what we did back then: I wrote him a letter, again expressing my appreciation for his thoughtfulness. He sent me a note back, saying that he hoped he wasn’t too blunt, but he wanted me to know the truth.

The 1960s brought turbulent times, with the Vietnam War and Civil Rights, and I became involved in both of those intense social movements. I never did pursue sports writing, even though my passion for sports remains to this day. 

I went on to a nearly 40-year career in public relations/marketing/media relations, with a couple of side trips in general radio broadcasting. I retired from my last job in that field in 2014, when I worked for New York State’s Office of Medicaid Inspector General.

Fifty-two years after the encounter with Rick Reichardt, I decided to act on my desire to write about sports by writing a novel about minor-league baseball. The result is Empty Seats, which focuses on the career paths and expectations of three very different young men as they seek that golden ring of baseball—making it into Major League Baseball, “The Show,” the big time. 

As for Mr. Reichardt—I tracked him down on Facebook to let him know that his lengthy association with baseball didn’t only have an impact on young men, it also had great influence on a young woman who’s now in her eighth decade of life, who never forgot a chance encounter on the bridge that still goes over the Mass Pike near Fenway Park. 

He seemed pleased. Every now and then, he sends me a picture on FB, such as one where he was in Little League and another of him and his family at a Major League Baseball game. I’m glad we’re friends now. 

Book Blurb

What Little Leaguer doesn’t dream of walking from the dugout onto a Major League baseball field, facing his long-time idol and striking his out? Empty Seats follows three different minor-league baseball pitchers as they follow their dreams to climb the ladder from minor- to major-league ball, while facing challenges along the way—not always on the baseball diamond. This coming-of-age novel takes on success and failure in unexpected ways. One reviewer calls this book “a tragic version of ‘The Sandlot.’”

(Winner of the 2019 New Apple Award and 2019 Independent Publishing Award)

 

Author Bio

Following a successful 40-year career in public relations/marketing/media relations, Wanda Adams Fischer parlayed her love for baseball into her first novel, Empty Seats. She began writing poetry and short stories when she was in the second grade in her hometown of Weymouth, Massachusetts and has continued to write for more than six decades. In addition to her “day” job, she has been a folk music DJ on public radio for more than 40 years, including more than 37 at WAMC-FM, the Albany, New York-based National Public Radio affiliate. In 2019, Folk Alliance International inducted her into their Folk D-J Hall of Fame. A singer/songwriter in her own right, she’s produced one CD, “Singing Along with the Radio.” She’s also a competitive tennis player and has captained several United States Tennis Association senior teams that have secured berths at sectional and national events. She earned a bachelor’s degree in English from Northeastern University in Boston. She lives in Schenectady, NY, with her husband of 47 years, Bill, a retired family physician, whom she met at a coffeehouse in Boston in 1966; they have two grown children and six grandchildren. 

 

Social Media Links

 

@emptyseatsnovel

 

https://www.facebook.com/EmptySeatsNovel/

 

https://www.wandafischer.com 

 

Amazon and Other Purchase Links

 

Book: http://amzn.to/2KzWPQf 

Audio book: http://bit.ly/2TKo3UC

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/empty-seats-wanda-adams-fischer/1127282887?ean=9780999504901 

 

http://wandafischer.com/buy-my-book/ 

 

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PREY FOR THE DEAD

Prey for The Dead new cover

 

My book cover made it to the top 100 covers of the All Author Cover of the Month Contest.

Please vote in the second round at https://allauthor.com/cover-of-the-month/6579/

The skies are blue & clear again.

The Dead are here again.

Please Vote For PREY FOR THE DEAD

 

 

Cover of the Month

Prey for The Dead: Book Two of The Dead Game Series

My book has been nominated for Book Cover of the Month on AllAuthor.com. It would be greatly appreciated if you could take a moment to vote.

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Thank you for your support,
Susanne Leist

 

THE DEAD AND GONE

 

 

THE DEAD AND GONE

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness and fear.

Old remnants of tears held back,

and times too hard to bear.

 

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished and frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

 

Hell has come to Oasis,

The Dead and gone at its side.

Now hidden behind faces

that are well-known far and wide.

 

Who will fall prey to The Dead?

I hope it is not me.

I’m hiding under my bed.

I’m afraid as I can be.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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Welcome to the “GRANDMOTHERS: A FORCE FOR GOOD” Blog Tour! 

Welcome to the “GRANDMOTHERS: A FORCE FOR GOOD” Blog Tour! 
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2019-HarrietHodgson

Author Bio: 

          Harriet Hodgson has been a freelance writer for 38 years, is the author of thousands of print/online articles, and 37 books. Hodgson is a member of the Association of Health Care Journalists and the Alliance of Independent Authors. She has appeared on more than 185 radio talk shows, including CBS Radio, and dozens of television stations, including CNN.  A popular speaker, she has given presentations at public health, Alzheimer’s, bereavement, and caregiving conferences. She lives in Rochester, Minnesota with her husband, John. Please visit www.harriethodgson.com for more information about this busy wife, mother, grandmother, caregiver, speaker, and author.

Purchase Links: Amazon paperback   https://amzn.to/31Kklgs

                           Amazon eBook   https://amzn.to/31FoUt5

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                           IndieBound paperback   http://bit.ly.2TBRpol

 

 

9781608082186

 

 

Can You Turn a Booklet into a Book?

“Yes” is the quick answer to this question. I know this because I’ve done it. Before your booklet morphs into a book, some changes will be necessary. Obviously, you will need to increase the word count. You will also need to determine if the book has the same focus as the booklet. Headings could become chapters.

Checking books in print is the first thing to do. Log into Amazon and see what books on the topic have already been published. Look for books that might compete with yours. Jot down the title, publisher, date of publication, word count, and price of these books. What makes your book different?

After you’ve done this research it’s time to start writing. Think about the cover as you type the first page. Years ago, I wrote a history of the city I live in, Rochester, Minnesota, and was also the photo researcher. The book was commissioned by the city. Before I started the manuscript, the editor asked for the cover photo. To get some ideas for your cover to visit royalty-free photo websites. Note the numbers of photos that may be suitable.

As the manuscript develops you may discover that new chapters are needed. These chapters could alter the slant of the book. The sequence is important, too. It needs to be logical and easy for the reader to understand. This may be a good time to check Amazon again. Look at competing books and see how many chapters they contain.

Remember that you are serving the reader. Since I’m a nonfiction writer, I always have a bibliography. The bibliographies are long—a dozen or more pages. Some of my books have a glossary. To me, glossary is a stuffy word, so I used the heading “Words to Know.” Most, but not all, nonfiction books have an index. I’ve indexed my own books and it’s tedious. You may wish to hire a professional indexer for the job.  

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READ A BOOK

 

 

In a quiet spot.

On a soft chair.

In the sun’s spotlight.

I will read a book.

Eyes wide open.

Mind ready to explore.

Sunlight streaming.

I will read a book.

Hands trembling.

Tears falling.

Sun warming my body.

I will read a book.

DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS

Source:

 

 

Dance beneath the bright lights,

Past the lifelike statues,

Figures entombed in glass,

As the dance floor grows bigger.

The music quickens its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

The clock strikes midnight.

Let the games begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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PREY FOR THE DEAD Blog Tour

Thank you, Bernard Foong, for hosting my tour today!

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Welcome to the “PREY FOR THE DEAD” Blog Tour! @SusanneLeist @4WillsPub #RRBC

Prey for The Dead

 

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Sometimes, it’s easier to tell a story in a poem. Let me present three poems I’ve written for THE DEAD GAME Series.

The first poem describes Linda’s fear of The Dead vampires. They appear in my first book, THE DEAD GAME.

 

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From under the sea

they have come for me.

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam

looking for a new home.

Blending with tourists at day

but at night they get to play.

 

Blood-thirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

They take sustenance within reach

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

**************

 

In my second poem, Linda fears Wolf, The Dead leader, has returned for her in PREY FOR THE DEAD.

 

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A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here

And in our own homes.

 

Palm trees will shiver.

The ground will quake

Along the river

And by the lake.

 

Take me far away

From this creepy place.

I refuse to stay

And see his pale face.

 

Will Linda stand strong? I’m not telling.

 

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In the third poem, Wolf is back in Oasis, Florida. Linda refuses to succumb to his passion. Will she fall PREY TO THE DEAD? She is tempted to the dark side.

 

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He’s back.

How could this be?

I should have known.

He will never rest easy.

 

Without me to torment.

Without me in his arms.

A door opens.

He tempts me with sunshine.

 

His hand reaches for me.

My skin tingles from his touch.

He whispers promises in my ear.

I turn away from his sweet words.

 

He will come for me tonight.

He will appear in a new package.

I will be prepared and ready.

I will not be fooled again.

 

Susanne Leist

 

SUSANNE LEIST BIO

I have always loved to read. Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Robert Ludlum, and many other authors filled my young imagination with intrigue and mystery. When I wasn’t reading late into the night, the TV shows—Murder She Wrote and Columbo—entertained me with tales of murder and suspense.

Over the years, my taste in TV expanded to include such shows as Supernatural and The Originals. I searched for paranormal, murder mysteries but found few at the library or bookstore. So, I wrote one.

A career in writing has been a big leap for me. Accustomed to the number-crunching field of budgeting and the hectic commodity markets, I left my first career and M.B.A. in Finance behind to pursue my dream. I do not regret my foray into literature for one moment. Fellow authors helped me make my way through the competitive field. I write every day and even tried my hand at poetry. If someone tells you it’s too late in life to try something different, they are wrong. It is never too late to follow your heart.

The Dead Game is the first book in The Dead Game series. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the classic murder mystery with dead bodies, suspects, and clues. It offers vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to give spice to the mix. Once you read The Dead Game, you will never look at a dead body the same way.

In Book Two, Prey for The Dead, the suspense continues as The Dead use an exclusive club in Disney World and infiltrate the rich and famous. The Dead grow in power, and not even the sun or the swamps of Florida can weaken them. Linda–my main character–and her friends join with the human vampires or hybrids to defeat the evil forces threatening to control their town.

I hope you enjoy my books. The third book of The Dead Game Series is waiting for me to write.

 

Prey for The Dead

SUSANNE LEIST’S SOCIAL MEDIA & BOOK LINKS

Book trailer:  https://youtu.be/pILNxaD5XlI

PURCHASE LINKS:

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PB9KG4P

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130732773?ean=2940161260111

SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/SusanneLeist

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/susanne.leist.98

Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/susanne.leist/

BookBub:  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/susanne-leist

 

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PREY FOR THE DEAD Blog Tour

Thank you, Karl J. Morgan, for hosting my tour today.

Welcome to the “PREY FOR THE DEAD” Blog Tour! @SusanneLeist @4WillsPub #RRBC

Welcome to the “PREY FOR THE DEAD” Blog Tour! @SusanneLeist @4WillsPub #RRBC

Today, I want to introduce you to another wonderful #RaveReviewsBookClub author, Susanne Leist.

Let us learn about her latest novel.

 

PREY FOR THE DEAD, Book Two of THE DEAD GAME Series. The battle continues between the vampires as the humans from Oasis, Florida, are thrust in the middle.

 

 

I wrote a poem to share Todd’s point of view. The human vampire has fallen for my human protagonist, Linda, but Todd must compete with another for her love. The Dead vampires and The Watcher vampires face off in the final showdown. Will Linda choose Todd or the vampire Wolf?

“Brutal winds follow close on my heels.
Thunder and lightning join the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky
In rings of orange, yellow, and red. 

A vortex of horror in unending circles

Makes its way to the town of Oasis.
I wait with a sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge that Wolf won’t win. 

The Watchers have joined the battle.

I can see them on the hill beyond.
Their raincoats flap in the wind,
Revealing their hidden weapons.

We protect Linda from the devil,
Standing firm in the fighting winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells
To help cast the evil from the town.

Humans, vampires, and human vampires
Have come together as one.
The last battle on this earthly planet
Will determine our fate.

Linda holds onto her friends,
Huddled together in the raging winds.
Will she choose wisely?
Will she choose me above The Dead?

The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a stop.
We raise our weapons above our heads
As we wait for evil to make its final appearance.

Wolf sports a new body.
But I recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.”

 

The vampire Wolf walks to Linda, love deepening the green of his eyes. He offers his hand. She hesitates. Should she trust her heart? He appeals to her in this poem.

 

“Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
never touching down,
held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion
without retribution from humanity
as long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soul
and love is hampered by the living.”

Wolf extends his hand to me.
The words flow from him.
His lips never utter a sound,
but his meaning as clear as can be.

We can be together forever.
But the other has followed us.
Todd will fight for me
and never relinquish his hold on me.

His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
scorching a trail through the grass,
melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time
as they fight to the death.

 

 

I have always loved to read. Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Robert Ludlum, and many other authors filled my young imagination with intrigue and mystery. When I wasn’t reading late into the night, the TV shows—Murder She Wrote and Columbo—entertained me with tales of murder and suspense.

Over the years, my taste in TV expanded to include such shows as Supernatural and The Originals. I searched for paranormal, murder mysteries but found few at the library or bookstore. So, I wrote one.

A career in writing has been a big leap for me. Accustomed to the number-crunching field of budgeting and the hectic commodity markets, I left my first career and M.B.A. in Finance behind to pursue my dream. I do not regret my foray into literature for one moment. Fellow authors helped me make my way through the competitive field. I write every day and even tried my hand at poetry. If someone tells you it’s too late in life to try something different, they are wrong. It is never too late to follow your heart.

The Dead Game is the first book in The Dead Game series. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the classic murder mystery with dead bodies, suspects, and clues. It offers vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to give spice to the mix. Once you read The Dead Game, you will never look at a dead body the same way.

In Book Two, Prey for The Dead, the suspense continues as The Dead use an exclusive club in Disney World and infiltrate the rich and famous. The Dead grow in power, and not even the sun or the swamps of Florida can weaken them. Linda–my main character–and her friends join with the human vampires or hybrids to defeat the evil forces threatening to control their town.

I hope you enjoy my books. The third book of The Dead Game Series is waiting for me to write.

Book trailer:  https://youtu.be/pILNxaD5XlI

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