Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Friday, July 30, 2021

Going On A Road Trip... 😉

 


Hey Everyone!! 😊

Happy Friday!! Since we've all made it through another week, and weekends are when people tend to take road trips, I thought it might be fun to take a peek at what a road trip with the Fae might look like. Enjoy... 😉

Excerpt from Taken by the Huntsman:
Toiseach turned to Cassie and said, “I give you my word, I’ll get you to the Erlking unharmed.”

She looked at him and sighed. She answered, “I believe you, and I thank you for your help. But, I’d feel a lot better about going to the Erlking if I knew why he wanted me.”

Toiseach didn’t know how to respond to that, so he turned the conversation to matters regarding their journey. “I will accompany you personally, along with a guard of my warriors. Eli will also come with us to monitor your injury and your overall health. I have assigned Ellyn, one of our artists, to be a personal attendant to you. If you have need of anything, all you need to do is tell her, and she will see that you receive it.”

“Thank you, Toiseach. You've been awfully kind and I appreciate it.”

“It’s my pleasure, my lady. If you will follow me, I will introduce you to Ellyn.”

“Sure.”

Cassie followed the Goblin king but wondered at his change in manner. He had always been polite and courteous towards her, but now he was deferential. She knew that the Erlking had told him something important and she wanted to know what. Unfortunately, she suspected she would have to wait until they completed their journey to find out.

“How long will it take to get where we’re going?” she asked.

“It is a journey of several days, my lady. We will ride eachan.”

“What are eachan?”

“They are animals we Goblins keep as beasts of burden. They are similar to horses in the human world. Hopefully, with the eachan, we will reach the Erlking’s castle within seven days.”

“Oh. It’s that far away?”

“Yes, my lady.” 

“What are Harpies?”

“The Erlking has many followers, my lady. The Harpies are some of the fiercest.”

“What do they look like?”

“They have the body and legs of a giant bird of prey, but their torsos, arms, and heads are those of a beautiful human woman, with eyes as dark as the blackest night…until they begin to hunt. When they hunt, their fingers grow talons to match the ones on their feet, and their faces grow fanged beaks. Their eyes glow with a flickering light, and they can call lightening to their command.”

“Can they fly?”

“Yes, my lady, they have wings and they can fly with unparalleled skill.”

“Are there a lot of Harpies?”

“No, my lady, only four: Calaeno, their leader, Thuella, Aello, and Podarge. They are fearsome warriors and much respected throughout Fairie. They answer to no master other than the Erlking.” Toiseach answered these questions because he knew Cassie would undoubtedly be meeting the Harpies during their journey and he wanted her prepared ahead of time. Having her panic, and possibly offend the Harpies, would not be a good situation.

Cassie pondered Toiseach's words as he led her through his tunnels. She wanted to know more about the Erlking, but she knew the Goblin wouldn’t answer her questions. It was frustrating.

Toiseach led Cassie to a large cavern in which many Goblins of all shapes and sizes scurried about preparing a caravan for their journey. Ellyn approached them and Toiseach introduced her to Cassie, then he led Cassie over to an eachan. She was startled by its appearance at first, the animal was about as far from a horse as she could imagine, but she soon made friends with it.

“My lady, this is Ar Dan. He will be your mount during our journey. He has an even gait and is mild tempered. I think he will serve you well.”

Cassie regarded the beast. It was about as tall as a horse, but that’s where the resemblance ended. It looked like a giant monitor lizard but was a dull red in color, like old blood. It was about ten feet long, from nose to tail, and had teeth like those of a crocodile. She would have been frightened of the creature, if it hadn’t snuffled at Toiseach’s chest and then head-butted him. Watching them, Cassie would have sworn the damn thing grinned.

Cassie held her hand out to the eachan and he snuffled her too. She reached out to experimentally scratch the animal’s nose, and he half closed his eyes. She thought he’d be purring if he could. She laughed and said, “I think we’ll get along okay.”

Toiseach nodded and asked her to promise to remain next to the eachan. She agreed and he excused himself to speak with his people, taking Ellyn with him.

Toiseach addressed his people in the Goblin dialect and told them that they would be taking the human woman to the Erlking. He did not reveal the Erlking’s confidence, but he impressed upon them that Cassie’s safety and comfort were of extreme importance. He also instructed them that they were not to initiate her into the mysteries of Fairie, but that the Erlking was reserving that privilege for himself. Unless they were encountered during this journey, no one was to mention or explain any of the numerous denizens of Fairie to the human. For any creatures the human was exposed to on the journey, she was to be warned of any dangers and no more, if possible.

He instructed Ellyn to stay close to Cassie and serve as her personal attendant. Ellyn was not a warrior, but as a Goblin she was much harder to injure than a human. Toiseach made it clear to her that in an emergency she was to protect Cassie with her life.

Ellyn did not want responsibility for a human, but she did not dare argue with her king.

Toiseach, sensing her reluctance, reminded her it was she who had brought the human into their lives, and so she would be responsible for tending to her. He reminded her that the human belonged to the Erlking, who would be most displeased if his human was not well cared for.

With that admonition in mind, Ellyn returned to Cassie’s side and asked if there was anything she needed. Cassie assured her she was fine. Ellyn reiterated that she would be happy to supply anything that Cassie needed. Cassie thanked her and studied her a bit.

“Toiseach said you were an artist, what medium do you work with?”

“I work with glass, my lady. It is my honor to have provided glasses and bowls to many of the royal households throughout Fairie. I believe even the Erlking’s household uses some of my work,” Ellyn proclaimed, proudly.

“Then you must be exceptionally talented.”

Ellyn beamed at the praise. The Goblins were a war-like race and tended to value martial skills above artistic ones. It wasn’t often that Ellyn received admiration for her talents, even if the fruits of her labors did enrich the Goblin kingdom’s coffers.

“Thank you, my lady, you are most kind.”

“I was wondering about something, Ellyn. All of the people here look very different, is everyone a Goblin?”

“Yes, my lady, we are all Goblins and we all serve Toiseach as king. Goblins are a variable people, even for the Fae. But we all carry the same blood.”

“So other Fae are more similar in appearance to each other?”

“My lady, my apologies, I spoke out of turn. The Erlking is much better equipped to satisfy your curiosity. It would be best to ask your questions of him.”

Cassie would have persisted, but the look of terror that crossed Ellyn’s face stilled her tongue. She didn’t know how much trouble Ellyn would get into for answering her, but it was clear that this society was more openly violent than the one she was used to. She didn’t want to get the Goblin hurt, so she would wait. “Hmmm,” was all she said.

While Ellyn helped Cassie mount Ar Dan and get settle, Toiseach conferred with Eli about what food could safely be consumed by a human. The Goblins, being a race of predators, ate precious little but raw meat. He did not think that would be appropriate fare for a human.

Eli confirmed his suspicions, but reassured him that she had already packed sufficient food fit for a human. She had gathered some of the fungus that grew in some of their tunnels. Some of the other Fae traded for this fungus and the humans who lived among the other Fae had safely consumed it for centuries.

She also had some travel biscuits made by the Brownies, which contained fruit and nuts. She had found them in a pouch, which had been taken from a defeated opponent sometime in the past. The pouch had been in the kingdom’s treasury, along with all other spoils of war, and had been enchanted to keep its contents eternally fresh. She thought the biscuits along with the fungus would do fine for the human.

The small Goblin also told Toiseach that she believed humans could consume meat so long as it was cooked. Cooking some of their meat in the campfires at night should make it safe for the human. She did caution him that, from her understanding, most humans were rather picky about the source of their meat. So, they might only want to try that option if the other food ran low. Toiseach thanked her for her efforts and went to check on the warriors he was bringing along for the journey.

The badlands were known for being dangerous and unpredictable. Even with the aid of the Harpies, who might arrive at any point along the journey. Toiseach wanted to make sure there was enough strength in their party to defend and protect a helpless human. He had assigned twenty of his red caps to accompany them. They ranged in size from larger than him, to only slightly larger than Ellyn. They were all different, strange combinations of insects and earth, but they were all battle-tested and experienced warriors.

They knew their business well and had already arranged the company to maximize security. The human was in the center of the party, along with the supplies, the extra mounts, so that the eachan bearing loads could be rested while their burdens were transferred to other mounts, and the blue-haired Sidhe. That worthy was still bound and gagged and had been tied to a saddle. His eyes flashed with fury, but it seemed as though he was also coming to realize his situation. The Erlking was not known for his mercy. The Sidhe would soon become desperate and Toiseach assigned one of his warriors to guard him.

Finally, the group was ready and they departed. Toiseach hoped fervently they would arrive quickly and without incident. And that he could deliver his charge safely. He hoped it, but he knew Fairie too well to think it likely.


Want to find out if Cassie makes it back to the Erlking safely or encounters more adventures along the way? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! 😊 


Taken by the Huntsman




Thursday, July 29, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: Aurora By Elizabeth Horton-Newton!


Hey Everyone!! :-)

I've got Elizabeth Horton-Newton in my APC spotlight, today! Elizabeth is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and her mystery, crime, noir, suspense, thriller novel, Aurora, looks great! Here's the description:
A new Crime Noir Thriller from the Seductress of Suspense.
"I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. You might think that’s a romantic, womanly thing to say. Maybe I am a romantic. Something about the way the spotlight shone down on her platinum hair, her full, red lips just inches from the microphone that carried her sultry voice across the room, reached deep down inside of me. Once she had hold, I knew she would never let go. I didn’t want her to."
From the first moment Mike laid eyes on Aurora Diamond he wanted her. He was willing to take any risk to have her; even if it meant risking his life. When club owner and crime boss Max DiSalvo hired Mike to be Aurora's driver and keep an eye on her extra-curricular activities, he didn't know he left the wolf to guard the henhouse. Aurora is no angel, and she set her sights on Mike early in the game. Was he the man who would rescue her from Max's clutches, or was Mike just the latest victim to Aurora's obvious charms? Is there more to this triangle than meets the eye? And where is Mike's brother Danny? Who will be left standing at the end of this thrilling crime noir by award-winning author, Elizabeth Horton-Newton?
Crime Noir author Adam C. Mitchell designed the cover and upon reading an advance copy of the book said, "WOW! What a read!"
If you think this sounds like something you might enjoy, go ahead and grab your copy here:







Thank you all so much for stopping by! Happy reading! :-)















Wednesday, July 28, 2021

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1345


Hey Everyone! 😊

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal


Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Five:
As promised, I have taken the time to compose myself, and I now feel capable of detailing just how infuriating my hominid-servant’s response was to my efforts to convince her to open the door to my domicile. Previously, I explained that it is not her habit to open the door to my domicile during the hours that the light from the local star is not easily visible to hominids at these coordinates. Also, as I have explained before, my hominid-servant cannot be readily swayed from her routine. Please keep these complicating factors in mind when you read this report.

My plan was elegant in its simplicity: I intended to convince my hominid-servant that there was someone or something on the other side of the door, and so induce her to open it to investigate. Once it was open, I planned to dash through the opening and make good my escape. My relative agility in comparison with that of my hominid-servant is such that I am almost always able to evade any rushed attempts on her part to lay hands on me. 

Also, I believed I could use the darkness during this portion of the day, coupled with the difficulties hominids have with seeing in low light levels, as cover for my escape. Which would have given me, at the minimum, several hours before my hominid-servant would be able to make any real effort to recapture me. Alas, I was never able to test this hypothesis.

I began my campaign by staring fixedly at the door and maintaining this posture for more than an hour. I thought, surely, this would be sufficient to pique my hominid-servant’s curiosity and cause her to open said door to investigate the object of my fascination. But, no. Naturally, my hominid-servant was incapable of reacting to my cue like a rational, intelligent creature.

Instead, my hominid-servant completely ignored what I was doing. To be honest, I’m still uncertain as to whether this was deliberate on her part, or if she truly did not notice my apparent fixation. To gain her attention, I then howled at the door as if I expected to engage it in conversation. This, my hominid-servant was unable to ignore, and she approached me to investigate.

This seemed promising to me, and I redoubled my efforts, howling and staring fixedly at the door while pacing in front of it. My hominid-servant did nothing but look at me as if I were the one who was simple. She then placed her hand upon the door, which made me believe that she would open it. But, instead, she shattered my hopes by swooping down and picking me up.

She carried me over to the furniture she prefers to rest herself upon, and cradled me in her arms. And she continued to do this despite my vigorous vocal and physical protestations. I was so disgusted with her response that I nearly deployed the C.L.A.W.S., and only stopped myself from doing so due to the realization that if she retreated to treat the wounds I would inflict, she would never open the door.

My hominid-servant continued to restrain me until I no longer had the strength or energy to resist her, and then she held me closer and began to vocalize nonsense at me in what I believe she considered to be a soothing tone of voice. The fact that I was beyond soothing by any means seemed to completely escape her.

Eventually, I succumbed to the warm, comfortable feeling of lying on her lap, but I consider this more a surrender to the inevitable than a failure to persevere on my part. Obviously, I will have to reflect on this obstacle further and devise an alternate plan for manipulating my hominid-servant’s behavior in the desired fashion.



Drat those hominids! 😉 You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. 😉 Happy reading, everyone!






Tuesday, July 27, 2021

The Nuclear Option...


Hey Everyone!! :-)

Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Shifting Paradigms:
Sputtering, Petri gave up trying to convince them she wasn’t doing what Vlad was insisting she was doing. If she was honest, she couldn’t even be certain herself that he wasn’t correct. She couldn’t feel any connection with the rainbow the way she would with another mind but, since she had no idea what a connection to a digital network would feel like, she couldn’t swear she hadn’t made one.

Petri closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Vlad and said, “Fine. How?”

“From what the Arcanum have told me regarding your time with them, the last time you had difficulty making progress in controlling your psychic abilities, the only way they found to induce you to abandon the artificial limits you subconsciously placed on yourself was to threaten the life of one of your friends.”

Feeling all the blood drain from her face, Petri reached out and clutched Chessie’s hand. The older woman gave her a reassuring squeeze in return. “No!”

The enigmatic entity stared at her for several heartbeats before shifting his gaze to her friends. Looking back at Petri, he shrugged. “They also mentioned that the result was rather less controlled than they would have preferred.”

Taking a shaky breath, Petri swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. “I’m trying."

“I believe you are, Per Dish; however, there is a time limit. At some point, if you fail to make progress, we will need to explore the possibility of more extreme options.”

Petri closed her eyes and shook her head. “If you hurt them, I will never do what you want me to do. I'll make you kill me first.”

Vlad gave her one of his cold smiles. “If I kill them, I have no doubt of that. But if I hurt them? No. I believe in that eventuality you will do everything in your power to save them.” Petri returned the hard look to the strange being who was threatening the people she loved. And in a tone cold enough to rival the vacuum of space, she said, “The last people who tried something like that almost ended up dead themselves.”






Sunday, July 25, 2021

Yummy Savory Lemon Rice Salad #Recipe!

 



Hey Everyone!! :-)

Today I'm going to share a recipe for a savory lemon rice salad, and next week I'll share the sweet version with you. Enjoy! ;-)

Ingredients:
2 cups rice (your favorite variety)
4 cups water or vegetable stock (adjust amount according to directions for variety of rice)
1 cup cooked orzo pasta (optional)
4 lemons zested and juiced
2 cups milk
1 tbsp sriracha
1 bell pepper seeded and chopped
1 zucchini or yellow summer squash diced
1 cup carrot shreds
1 cup fresh basil leaves chopped or torn
1/2 cup fresh parsley chopped
2 tbsps cornstarch
Salt and pepper to taste

Add the lemon zest to the water or stock and prepare your favorite variety of rice according to the directions for that type of rice. Cool completely, preferably overnight. Mix the rice with the pasta (optional) and vegetables and herbs until the ingredients are evenly distributed.

Pour the milk into a separate, microwave-safe bowl and heat in the microwave on high for 30 seconds. Remove from microwave and add the sriracha, salt and pepper, and cornstarch and whisk together. Allow mixture to cool and add the lemon juice, whisking to combine. Pour over the rice and vegetables and stir to evenly distribute. Serve chilled.

This is a nice, refreshing salad that is delicious on a hot summer evening. Obviously, you can replace any of the vegetables with others that you prefer. Also, adding some chopped, toasted pine nuts or pecans gives the salad a nice crunch.

Bon Appetit! :-)











Friday, July 23, 2021

Just One Of Those Days... 😉

 


Hey Everyone!! 😊

Happy Tuesday! 😉 I don't know about you, but for some reason, for me, Tuesdays are often just one of those days. So, I thought it might be fun to take a closer look at one of Petri's one of those days. Enjoy... 😊

Excerpt from Rainbow Dreams:
The rainbow was at once beautiful and overwhelming. True to its name, a riot of colors swirled around her. It was the way her mind interpreted the ever-present data streams that flowed through the network. In the past, they had always seemed distant to Petri, as if there were a transparent barrier between her and the strange chaos of the rainbow. But now, with the more sophisticated taps, she was right in the middle of the action. It was loud, bright, and in her face.

Even still, there was a dream-like quality to what she was seeing. When she reached out her hand, the colored mist danced around her fingers, teasing her. But it didn't feel like mist. The cool, damp quality of water vapor was absent. Instead, it felt like small electric stings. It warned her off while simultaneously inviting her in.

The dichotomy disturbed Petri, making her want to retreat into herself, but that was also impossible.  As she tried to pull away, it felt as if her mind was expanding. The harder she clenched her mental fist, the more her consciousness slipped through its fingers. And yet, at the same time it seemed like the mist around her wanted to fill the space between her ears that Petri herself should occupy. It was the same problem she always encountered when she entered the rainbow, but intensified. The bizarre, fluid nature of the virtual reality world made the delineation between her and her surroundings almost impossible for Petri to track.

Panic overtook Petri's senses. Her pulse raced, and her heart migrated to her throat. The sensation of being out of control was so all-encompassing, she didn't realize it at first when a hat approached her and bowed. It took several tries before the hat was able to gain her attention. When it did, it repeated its bow and said, "Greetings, Per, I am Cappy, and I'm here to guide you to your destination."

Petri stared down at the apparition before her. Blinking, she realized it was an avatar, though a strange one. Cappy appeared to be a brimmed skullcap of the kind some of her clients had worn to try to conceal their faces from vidrecorders. It was black with gray stenciling on the sides, but she couldn't tell if the writing was supposed to be words or pictures.

"Who are you?"

"As I said, I am Cappy. I am to be your guide. Pick me up, please, and place me on your head so that we can get started."

"But who are you? Did Vl…"

"No! No names, if you please. Kindly do as instructed."

Shaking her head, Petri tried to decide what to do. Who had sent this strange creature? How was she supposed to free Chessie if she didn't know how to get to Vlad? Had he sent the hat as a guide? Would putting the hat on as it asked hurt her?

The questions whirled through her mind, but it was impossible for her to think with the pressure of the rainbow trying to get in. Clenching her fists, she gave a mental shout, "What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go?"

For a moment, the cacophony of the mist seemed to hush, and she would have sworn she heard a thousand voices breathe, "That depends on where you want to get to."

She growled and glared at the hat. Making decisions was always easier when you didn't have any real choice. With a snarl, she snatched Cappy out of the mist and crammed it on her head.  Almost immediately, the noise quieted and the light dimmed. Looking around, she thought she saw the faint outline of the cold, close-lipped smile Vlad's avatar wore swirling through the rainbow mist.

"Now what?"

"Now, I will shield your mind and make it easier for you to navigate this environment," was the hat's response.

She cocked a suspicious eye up at the thing on her head.  "Is that all you're doing?"

"Does it matter? If I have other orders, will you leave?"

"I want my friend back."

"And I will aid you in finding your host so you can discuss the matter. If it will set your mind at ease, I can tell you that I have no orders to harm you."

Sighing, Petri realized that was the best she could hope for under the circumstances.  She nodded, "All right, which way?"

A faint, blue light blinked in the distance.

"Head toward the light."

"That's it?"

"That is all you need to know for now. Further instructions will be forthcoming when they are needed."

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded. "Okay." She tried to take a step forward but nothing happened, and she floundered in the mist. "What the fuck?"

Cappy seemed to sigh. "Humans, your minds are so limited. It's astounding your imaginations ever stretched to envision a world such as this. There is no 'ground' beneath your feet, nothing to push against to walk."

"Then how do I get anywhere?"

"This is not reality, it is virtual reality. Distances are subjective and variable. Just go."

She made swimming motions with her arms, trying to pull herself through the mist. "It's not working!"

"Of course not, you're still trying to move your body and refusing to accept the truth."

"What truth?" she screamed with exasperation.

"That you have no body here. Do not try to move that which you do not possess. Don't travel, just go."

Sighing, Petri put her hands over her eyes. "How does Chessie get anything done here?"

The band of the hat squeezed her head. "You have difficulty processing instructions, so I will repeat this only one more time. No names."

Reaching up, she tried to pull the hat off, but it was too tight. The pressure got worse, and she gasped, "Ow! That hurts!"

"If you will begin focusing and do as you are told, I will cease attempting to gain your attention."

Glaring up at the spiteful hat, she looked at the distant light again and imagined herself getting closer to it. Suddenly, she started to float in the direction of the light at a stately pace.  She clapped with excitement.

"It worked!  I'm flying!"

Cappy sighed and released the pressure on her head. "Yes, I suppose this is progress, though even I may die of old age before we arrive."

She gave the hat a dirty look. "Then what would you suggest?"

"I would suggest you stop clinging to your absurd notions of reality. Distance, speed, size, these things are not real here! Get that through your thick skull and we may arrive at our destination before the end of eternity."

"If nothing's real here, then why are you so worried about time?"

"You are the worst ignoramus it has ever been my misfortune to escort. There is nothing more real than time in the rainbow. It's so important, we track it in Planck units."

"I have no idea what that is."

"That, I am willing to believe. Fortunately, it does not matter. What does matter is that you focus and get us moving."

Sighing, Petri closed her eyes and tried to will herself to move faster. At first, there was no change. But then the world seemed to shift, and when she opened her eyes, she was standing in front of the light.

"Better."

To her right and what appeared to be an even greater distance away, a bolt of lightning flashed.

"Go there."

Looking back the way she had come, Petri asked, "But how will I find my way back?"

"If you survive, your return will be facilitated."

Taking a deep breath, Petri pushed her doubts aside. There was no way she was abandoning Chessie, so she had no choice but to follow the hat's instructions. Closing her eyes, she tried to will herself forward again. And when she opened them, she found herself passing through a patch of steaming mist. The heat burned.

"Ow!"

"You must be careful!" The hat rippled on her head. "It is possible for your physical body to suffer injuries based on what you experience here. Your mind interprets stimuli in a way that is consistent with the meaning of what you see. If an image represents something that would be dangerous in your world, the object will be dangerous in a similar manner here."

"So lightning is hot?"

"Yes."

She nodded. "Okay. Now what?"

A vaguely mountain-shaped shadow formed on the "horizon." Cappy rippled once more before settling. "Go there."

Petri closed her eyes and tried to will herself to the mountain the way she had to the last two goals, but it didn't work. When she opened her eyes, she found herself floating in a strange, dense, gray substance. The rainbow mist had retreated and the mountain was nowhere in sight.

"What the fuck?"

"You are moving further into the rainbow. The code here is denser and less decorative. It is meant to control and organize the rainbow, not entertain users."

"So that means I can't teleport anymore?"

Cappy sighed. "You never 'teleported.' Your physical being does not exist here."

The hat was annoying Petri. It seemed to speak in riddles, when all she wanted was clear instructions for how to get Chessie back. She felt a sense of urgency that she couldn't explain, and the repeated delays, snide remarks, and non-answers made her want to strangle the contrary rag.

"How do I get where we're going?" she yelled.

"You're not going to like this," warned Cappy

"What?" asked an exasperated Petri.

As she waited for an answer, Petri noticed a crawling sensation on her scalp. She reached up to pull the hat off, but her hand was repelled by an electric shock.

"Ow! What the fuck? What are you doing to me?" her voice edged toward hysteria.

"Remain calm. I am making the necessary adjustments that will allow you to continue safely. If you attempt to proceed now, the security protocols will destroy you."

The impression of something wriggling through her hair continued and Petri's breathing sped up. "But what are you doing?" she demanded.

"Nothing that will harm you. Now wait in silence, please."

Her eyes widened and her jaw set. How dare Cappy just decide to make changes to her without asking her first? But just before her hand reached her head for another attempt at removing the presumptuous hat, the creeping feeling retreated. She swallowed.

"You may proceed now, though your progress will necessarily be slower than before. We cannot afford to attract too much attention. You cannot see it, but our destination lies directly ahead of you."

Angry beyond words but knowing she had no choice, Petri willed herself forward. Instead of disappearing from where she was and reappearing where she wanted to be, she found she was flying over what looked like roads or paths lit with neon lights. On all sides, in the distance, storm clouds seemed to hover. Lightning flashed between them. The vista was beautiful but daunting and confusing.

"What is all that?"

"All what, precisely?"

Petri rolled her eyes. "What are the light ribbons below?"

"Busses to and from the center of the rainbow."

"What do they do?"

"Convey data in a short time span."

"What type of data?"

"All types."

"Why won't you answer my questions?" she huffed.

"Your questions are irrelevant. Or has your concern for your friend diminished?"

She glared at the hat.

"What you should be concerned about are the security protocols that lie ahead."

"The storm clouds?"

"That may be how your mind is interpreting them."

Petri noted that the clouds in front of her seemed to be getting thicker. "Will they be a problem?"

"They may. You need to start building momentum now so that you can coast through them.  You cannot take any action while you are inside them; you may not even speak to me."

"What will happen if I do?"

"They will tear you apart and your consciousness will cease to exist. Your body will continue to function for a while, but it will just be so much meat."

Gulping, she nodded. "Okay, how do I build momentum?"

"The same as before. You focus and just do it."

Closing her eyes, Petri willed herself to move faster. When she opened them again, she seemed to be flying faster than before and the storm clouds rushed to meet her. Suddenly, her arms and legs contracted of their own accord, and she was forced into a fetal position. Her eyes closed and refused to open again. The connection between her intellect and the outward manifestation of her form seemed to have been severed, and Petri was trapped inside her own head!

Panicking, she clawed at the walls of her mind, trying to find any link to the outside world.  Did the security protocols get her? Was this oblivion? The more she flailed, the more the darkness seemed to press on her. It was reminiscent of being trapped inside her own body by Rodney's drugs, and Petri thought she might go mad.

Then, suddenly, she was free. Her hearing returned and she could see the storm clouds retreating behind her. Her body continued to float above the light streams as her arms and legs jerked and thrashed against the nothingness of the rainbow. With her thoughts a jumble of confusion, Petri screamed her terror while her body continued to flounder.

Pressure built around her head and a booming voice cut through her panic. "Stop this irrational behavior right now!"

The pain cut through her fear and allowed Petri to gain control of herself. Forcing her body to come to a halt, she realized the mountain that was their destination loomed dark and foreboding above them. Rolling her eyes up to look at the hat, she screeched, "What the fuck just happened?"

"I took temporary control of your body to prevent you from engaging in any action that might have provoked the security protocols."

Petri blinked as the meaning of her guide's words penetrated her mind. A dark, hot rage built behind her eyes, but her voice remained even. "You did that to me?" she demanded.

"It was necessary to the success of my mission," replied Cappy, who seemed unaware of the explosion that was building.

With an inarticulate scream, Petri reached up to snatch the hat off her head. But Cappy clung to her skull.

Yanking hard, Petri growled, "Get off me! Get off, now! Get off!" Each repetition of the demand was punctuated with a wrenching tug against the hat. Petri thought she might end up pulling her scalp off, but she was damned if she'd let Cappy ride her head for one more second. "Get off me, now, damn you!"

Cappy held on through the torrent of her fury, waiting for her to run out of energy. When she finally began to wind down, it said, "This is a counterproductive waste of time. My mission is not completed, and I will not leave until it is."

Panting from exertion, Petri let her tired arms hang by her sides. Considering her options, she realized she had only two. She could grant the hat its victory and continue, or… "Fine. But I'm not moving one more inch until you get off my head!"

The hat sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you that inches don't exist here? I just took control of your body to keep you still, why would you think I'd have any difficulty doing so to get you moving?"

Crossing her arms, Petri slowed her breathing. "You might be able to do that. But if you do, I'm not having anything to do with you or anyone else in here."

"You would give up on your friend so easily?"

"If you'd do something like that to me, then I don't think you intend to let either of us go."

A portion of the gray fog seemed to shimmer and then solidify. The Vlad avatar stepped out of the mist and gave Petri his cold, close-lipped smile. "Interesting. You pushed back much sooner than I would have guessed."

She glared at him. "It's been a rough couple of days."



Want to find out what Petri and Vlad the Impaler find to talk about? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading!! 😉 


Rainbow Dreams






Thursday, July 22, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: The Coven Princess (The Coven Series Book 1) By Lily Luchesi!(7/22)


Hey Everyone!! :-)

I've got Lily Luchesi in my APC spotlight, today! Lily is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and her young adult, fantasy, teen, witch, urban fantasy novel, The Coven Princess, looks great! Here's the description:
Your blood does not define you.

Harley Torrance's parents were killed in a home invasion when she was three. Adopted by a nice couple, Harley begins to develop strange powers. At fourteen she brews a potion so strong it gains the attention of the Coven King, and changes her world forever.

She's not human, she's a witch.

Now a part of the magical community, Harley must learn to control her powers lest the Darkness already in her blood overcomes her. Can she dampen her lust for power in order to stop the Dark from taking over the Coven and killing everyone in their way?
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Wednesday, July 21, 2021

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1344


Hey Everyone! 😊

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal


Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Four:
There are times I believe my hominid-servant is either irredeemably simple or was put in her position simply to make my life more difficult! Frankly, I am so frustrated, at the moment, that I do not feel capable of giving an objective account of my attempt to escape my domicile during the hours of darkness. I will endeavor to meditate and restore my psychological and emotional equilibrium, so that I may give a thorough report soon. Thoth out!


Oh, those aggravating hominids! 😉 You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. 😉 Happy reading, everyone!






Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Just A Reminder...

 


Hey Everyone!! 😊

This post was inspired by an incident I witnessed at a coffee shop a couple months ago. But I've noticed it's an ongoing problem, so I figured it would make sense to post it now.

Just a general reminder: 

People in service jobs are people. 

It is okay -- in fact, it's strongly preferred -- that you treat them like human beings. That means it would be nice for you to smile and say hello before you give them your order, show a little patience and understanding if they are experiencing technical difficulties and still doing their best to serve you, and basically just use the same common courtesy that you would, or should, use when interacting with any other human being.

It also means that you should not yell, curse, or otherwise be abusive towards them, throw a tantrum like a cranky two-year-old over minor disappointments, or demand they magically produce items they simply do not have in stock at that particular moment. Seriously, after this past year, haven't we all realized by now how much we need and depend on the people in service jobs? At the very least, can't we all agree that they deserve to be treated with basic manners? Really, people, don't be an ass. 

The people working in service jobs are not there to be a punching bag because you're in a bad mood. If you need a target, go to a gym and spend some time with the heavy bag or go home and scrub your bathroom. Those stubborn grout stains are a perfect outlet for all your frustrations. But treat the human beings who are only trying to help you with the basic dignity and respect you would want to be treated with.

Peace!






Sunday, July 18, 2021

#July2021 #IndieBooksBeSeen #Indie #Author #Books #Monthly #BookReview!



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It's the 18th again, so time for my #IndieBooksBeSeen monthly indie author book review!! Enjoy! :-)

Hunting Vampires with Grandma by Ashley Uzzell:

You know the saying about how you never really know people? Well, Markie finds out just how true that can be when she's attacked by a vampire and learns that her sweet granny is far more than she appears.

I LOVED this story. The premise, on its own, is hilarious, and the execution is flawless. The dialog is witty and snapping, and the pace is perfect. The characters are interesting and worth getting to know. The author does a particularly good job of making them all individuals and not just the same person with different color hair. They're relatable and seem like "real" people. Overall, five stars, and I hope there will be more stories in this series.




Friday, July 16, 2021

Delicious Bean Salad #Recipe!

 



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I'm back with another one of my favorite warm-weather recipes! Enjoy! :-)

Ingredients:
1 12oz can light red kidney beans
1 12oz can dark red kidney beans
1 12oz can black beans
1 12oz can pinto beans
1 12oz can chickpeas
3 cups raw kale
1 jalapeno or chili pepper chopped fine
1 onion chopped fine
2 cups cooked quinoa
1 cup and 2 tbsps extra virgin olive oil
1/3 cup red wine (or balsamic) vinegar
5 cloves garlic minced fine
Salt and pepper to taste


Pour all the cans of beans into a colander, rinse thoroughly, and set aside to drain. In a skillet, heat 2 tablespoons of olive oil, 2 cloves of garlic, the kale, the onion, and the pepper until the kale wilts. Mix the cooked kale and pepper with the beans and the cooked quinoa. In a separate bowl, whisk together the remaining olive oil, garlic, vinegar, and salt and pepper to taste. Toss the dressing with the kale, pepper, beans, and quinoa. Serve chilled as a salad.

A shredded carrot is also good in this salad. If spice isn't your thing, just leave out the pepper or replace it with a sweet bell pepper. Also, any of the beans can be replaced with your favorite beans.

Bon Appetit!











Thursday, July 15, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: Faerie Rising: The First Book of Binding By A. E. Lowan!


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I've got Kristin Vinck, one part of a three-person writing team who publishes under the pseudonym A. E. Lowan, in my APC spotlight, today! Kristin is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and her paranormal, urban fantasy, magical, intrigue novel, Faerie Rising, looks great! Here's the description:
Winter Mulcahy is the last wizard in the city of Seahaven, WA and all that stands between the fractious preternatural population and total chaos.

Holding the city together by the skin of her teeth, the blood of her friends, and an addiction to stimulants that is slowly killing her, the young wizard is approached by a pair of sidhe lords. They claim that her city is harboring a fugitive who has kidnapped a sidhe prince, and that they are on a mission to rescue the boy. Winter must investigate this fugitive to get to the truth of the kidnapping, discover the cause of the surges of wild magic tearing open rifts between realms across her city, and navigate the deadly waters of preternatural politics before Seahaven both figuratively and literally rips itself apart.
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Wednesday, July 14, 2021

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1342



Hey Everyone! 😊

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal


Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Two:
I believe I have formulated a plan to accomplish the lynch-pin step in forwarding my efforts to conduct night-time studies of the local fauna. The most crucial part of advancing this endeavor has involved devising a way to induce my hominid-servant to open the door to my domicile during the hours in question. A seemly simple task, and yet complicated by the fact that my hominid-servant is both obstinate about altering her routine and not generally given to opening the door once the planetary rotation positions the local star below the horizon at these coordinates, and thus deprives us of its light for several hours during every 24-hour period. However, I believe I have determined a method to successfully manipulate her into making an exception, and so facilitating my escape, so that I may both avoid the excessively high temperatures that occur during the daylight hours and fulfill my duty by increasing the knowledge base regarding the indigenous creatures. As always, I will report back on the outcome of this experiment.


Hominids can be so stubborn! 😉 You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. 😉 Happy reading, everyone!






Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Working Hypothesis...


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Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Shifting Paradigms:
Petri glared at him. “If I was doing what you say, why wouldn’t I just tell you? I want to make this meld as much as you want me to.” She glanced significantly at her friends.

“Which is why I believe that if you are interfacing with this room, you are not consciously aware of the connection. However, it may be a starting place. If we can find a way to build upon what your mind is doing instinctively, we may find our solution.”

“You’re talking like what you’re saying is what is actually happening, but you don’t know that.”

Another shrug. “Until a more plausible explanation presents itself, I consider this a working hypothesis. Towards that end, let us see if we can find a way to expand your connection to this room.”














Sunday, July 11, 2021

Yummy Potato Salad #Recipe!

 



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Since cook-out and picnic weather has arrived, I thought I'd share one of my favorite potato salad recipes. Enjoy! :-)

Ingredients:
4-6 potatoes cubed
2 large eggs
2 kosher dill pickles chopped fine and drained
1 tomato diced and drained
1 12oz can sliced black olives drained
2 cups mayonnaise
Salt and pepper to taste

Place the cubed potatoes in a pot of cold, salted water and boil until fork-tender. Drain the potatoes and set aside to cool.

Place the eggs in a different pot of cold water, bring to a boil, cover, remove from the heat, and let sit for 20-25 minutes. Drain the water but leave the eggs in the pot. Shake the pot to crack the eggs and run them under cold water. Remove and discard the shells and rinse the eggs under cold water until they are cool.

Place all the ingredients in a bowl and mix them together with a fork, taking care to break up the eggs. Taste and adjust seasoning as necessary. Serve or refrigerate.

Celery and bell peppers, diced, can also be added to this salad, if you like a little extra crunch. Shredded or diced carrots add a nice sweetness.  You can also make this salad with sweet potatoes instead of white potatoes, but you might want to leave out the pickles if you make that substitution.

Bon appetit!










Friday, July 9, 2021

The Rules Of The Game... 😉

 


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Now that the Fourth of July is past, and it's officially summertime with all the unbearably hot weather that comes with it, I thought it might be a good time to remind us all that winter is coming... 😉  Enjoy!

Excerpt from Captivated by the Winter King:
When he entered his playroom, Ankou deposited his Anamchara on her feet and removed his tunic, belt, and boots. Moving over to the chest of drawers, he opened one of the lower drawers and withdrew an executioner's mask. He pulled it over his face, leaving only his mouth and eyes exposed, and returned to loom over his mate.

With her height, Kate hadn't found many people who towered over her, but Ankou made her feel tiny. It wasn't just his stature, she had stood close to him many times without feeling dwarfed, but something in his posture as well. There was a threatening vibe to his stance; an air of menace. Looking up at him, she was suddenly nervous.

"Stand up straight and still with your arms out to your sides," he growled.

Thrusting her shoulders back, Kate raised her arms and froze. She was confused at first, until Ankou began undressing her. He treated her body as if she was prized livestock, running his hands possessively over her flesh as he uncovered it. But he was gentle.

When he pulled her sleeves down her arms, he was careful to make sure that her fingers didn't become tangled in the fabric or bent at a bad angle. He held the neck of the shirt out so that it didn't abrade her face when he pulled it over her head. When he lifted her feet to pull her skirt from around her, he held her waist to help her maintain her balance. On the surface, he behaved as though she was property, but his actions demonstrated that he cared for her well-being. She relaxed.

Rising from his crouch with his mate's skirt in his hands, Ankou hung it up and considered her underclothing. They were made of translucent, dark green lace, and brought out the delicacy of her skin in an extraordinary fashion. He wouldn't blame her if she valued the attractive garments, but his plans would result in their destruction. "How attached are you to those items?"

Kate looked down at the bra and panties her lover had indicated. Confused, she said, "I like them."

"Would you be distressed if they were ruined?"

"Distressed?" she thought about that. The bra and panties were nice, but they were just clothes. And Elatha had been excited to try her hand at creating new lingerie for her queen. "No, I guess not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Good," he gave her a wicked grin. Wrapping his hand around her upper arm, Ankou led his mate over to a metal frame. It looked like three sides of a rectangle, with two parallel upright poles that were about eight feet tall and a seven-foot-long perpendicular horizontal pole connecting them at the top. The floor underneath it was covered in a padded leather mat. The vertical posts had wide leather cuffs that could be moved along their length and secured at various heights. Positioning Kate between the two upright poles, Ankou took her left hand and secured her wrist to the left pole at a height that was just a little above her shoulder. He did the same with her right wrist, securing it to the pole on the right side.

Walking over to the wall behind him, he retrieved a metal bar with padded leather cuffs on each end of it. He placed the bar between her feet and secured her ankles in the cuffs. The result was her feet were separated a little more than the width of her shoulders. He finished restraining her by attaching the ankle cuffs to the upright poles with lengths of chain.

Inspecting his work, he walked around her and checked to make sure her joints weren't stretched and the cuffs were not too tight. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," she looked at him, waiting.

"Nothing feels too tight? You don't feel any strain in your arms or legs?"

"No, nothing is tight. Nothing feels strained. I'm fine."

Nodding, he moved to stand in front of her and cupped both hands around her face. Tilting her head up, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Because you are new to this game, as we begin I will explain what I am doing and why. That way you will have the opportunity to become accustomed to how the game works. But as we progress, I will cease explaining myself and expect you to trust me if you wish to continue. Do you understand?"

She nodded, looking up at him.

"Do you remember your safeword?"

"Yes, it's 'stad.'"

"Correct. And you remember that you can use it any time you need to stop, for any reason. Whatever your concern is, we will discuss it. I will not be angry, so if you wish to stop then say so."

She nodded, "I understand."

"During this game, you will address me as either 'Master' or 'Sir.' Unless you are using your safeword, you will only speak in direct response to a question and you will end your answer with 'Sir' or 'Master.' Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Reaching down, he slid his hand inside her bra cup and took her left nipple between his fingers, squeezing it. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Yes, what?"

Gasping, she arched into his grasp and moaned. "Yes, sir!"

He smiled and released her flesh. "Good. First I'm going to arouse you so that your body will be more accepting of pain. When I believe you are prepared, I will flog you. Since you have never done this before, I will start off with something gentle. Some people enjoy being flogged, some even find it relaxing, but others do not. This is an experiment to see if it is something that you like. If it is, we may see if you also enjoy harsher whips. If you do not like it, then we will move on to something else. If you become distressed or it is too much, use your safeword. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good." He kissed her again and traced his lips down her throat. When he reached her shoulders, he licked and nibbled his way to her collarbone. Closing his eyes, he shuddered. He had been dreaming about this. Swirling his tongue along the delicate skin at the top of her chest, he smoothed his fingers up and down her ribcage. He had not met many females who fit him so well in height, and yet remained delicate in their build. Reveling in the fact that he could encircle her waist with his hands, he drew her right nipple between his lips and suckled on it through the fabric of her bra. His mate moaned and shivered at his attention, and the scent of her arousal reached his nose. He growled around the morsel of flesh in his mouth and gave it a gentle nip.

"Ah!" she cried out, pressing herself closer to his lips.

Standing back, Ankou grinned down at her. "I love how responsive you are."

Dazed, it took Kate a minute to focus on his words. "Huh?"

His hand shot out and he gave her a sharp slap on her behind.

"Oh!" she gasped, as the sting registered. But then a warmth seemed to spread out from the spot he had struck. She moaned. "I don't understand, Master."

"Better. But that wasn't a question, you should not have spoken."

She looked at him, confused. He still hadn't asked a question, should she apologize? Biting her lips, she gazed at him. Indecision was written across her features.

Taking mercy on her, he continued, "Since you are new at this, I will be generous and answer you. You are extremely sensitive, and so it takes little stimulation to provoke a response from you." He ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, coating it with the moisture that was leaking from her core and through her panties. Rubbing her dew over her mouth, he continued, "I noticed it last night when I ate your pussy. You respond beautifully to attention."

Licking her lips, Kate tasted the salt of her arousal and blushed.

Skimming his fingers over the color on her cheeks, he kissed her. "Don't ever be embarrassed by that. It's a gift. For both of us." After kissing her again, he went to the stand at the end of the room and selected a flogger. Walking back to her, he skimmed his hand down her back, teasing her skin.

Placing the flogger on the floor at his feet, he took her bra in both hands and ripped it from her body. Kate gasped and her pulse sped. She could feel the heat radiating from him and his breath against her neck. When he scooped up the flogger and stepped back, she tensed.

Seeing that his Anamchara was anxious, Ankou considered asking again if she was okay. He decided against it. She was an intelligent female and she knew her safeword, he had to trust her to use it if she needed it. Still, he was careful to use just the slightest flick of his wrist when he sent the tails of the flogger against her back. The soft leather strips danced across her skin and then away, not even leaving a mark of their passage. He paused to see how she would react.

The gentle impact of the whip startled Kate, even though she knew it was coming. It seemed like every nerve in her being was electrified, and she felt the connection of each tail. To her surprise, they didn't hurt. Instead, they felt like a series of soft thumps against her back. Her eyes wide and her breathing rapid, she looked over her shoulder at Ankou.

The Winter king met his Anamchara's eyes and waited to see if she would speak. After a couple of heartbeats, the surprise faded from her face and her breathing slowed. She turned back around, never uttering a sound. He smiled and gave her three more strokes in rapid succession. Watching her closely, he saw her jerk in the restraints as the first two registered and then relax. As the third blow fell, she moaned and looked back at him with passion-hazed eyes.

Experiencing her first flogging was an eye-opening experience for Kate. She had expected pain, but there was none. She had expected fear, but she was not afraid. Looking at Ankou, she had seen the constant evaluation he was performing. His concern for her welfare, both physical and mental, was clear in his eyes behind the mask. When Erik had beaten her, there had often been a sexual arousal present in his eyes; but, for the most part, they were just cold. He had not seen her as a fellow human being, just as an object for his gratification. Ankou's eyes were full of heat and excitement, but she also saw an awareness of her as a person. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did and would be careful not to take it too far. Understanding that fact allowed her to relax and just feel.


Want to find out what other feelings Ankou introduces to Kate? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading!! 😉 



Captivated by the Winter King







Thursday, July 8, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: We The Moral Majority By Joe Compton!


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I've got Joe Compton in my APC spotlight, today! Joe is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and his political, conspiracy, suspense, crime, thriller novel, We the Moral Majority, looks great! Here's the description:
What do you do when you’re a local hero? Why, go into politics of course.
Former LAPD homicide detective golden boy, Charles Street, has been groomed to do exactly that. And by an organization poised to make some noise. The Moral Majority, an evangelical political group, plans on springboarding into a nationally powerful position by getting him elected as Mayor of Los Angeles.
His wife, FBI Special Agent Janelle Pachenko, is assigned as the head of a secret task force investigating local corruption. She can't tell anyone about it, especially not her husband, or the group who is trying to rework her image into the genteel, smiling figure of grace the public expects in the wife of a mayoral candidate.
As they struggle to balance their two worlds, bodies start dropping. Informants scatter. Even the local gangs are running scared, and no one is willing to talk. Politics turn to danger. Danger turns into nightmares in the sequel to 2010's Amongst The Killing.
If you think this sounds like something you might enjoy, go ahead and grab your copy here:





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