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Title: I DIDN’T FORGET
Author: James S. Kelly
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 430
Genre: Mystery

BOOK BLURB:

The double murder of two long time friends has caused hysteria in the small town of Solvang, Ca. Its up to Clay Wrens, the county’s premier detective to solve the murders and calm the townspeople.

Complicating the investigation is a local politician who’s afraid the Wrens will uncover his financial transgressions, while a female reporter, with her own agenda, is suggesting that Wrens be replaced

As the investigation moves to a climax, Wrens is drawn to a twenty five year old murder and the convicted murderer, who’s just been released from prison.

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BOOK EXCERPT

The clock struck twelve. Lucille and three of the other laundry workers took off the scarves protecting their hair, looked in the mirror, applied some lipstick, walked down a long corridor and up two flights of stairs to the main cafeteria. It was Tuesday and meatloaf was the special today. To Lucille, it brought back memories of family meals with mashed potatoes, kernel corn and buttermilk biscuits. Most of her family had passed away; she wondered why time had passed so fast.

Lucille grabbed a tray, some napkins, utensils and started down the line; she

decided to have a salad with the special. After she’d made her selections, she looked around and saw that the other three women had found a vacant table near a window. She walked over and sat down with them. They were acquaintances not friends, but they’d spent enough time together that the talk between them flowed free and easy. The best thing that could be said for this group was that none of them smoked.

The four passed the lunch hour with idle gossip until about ten minutes to the hour, then they dumped their refuse, put the empty trays on a rack and started back to work.

Two of the women stopped to talk to another woman at a different table, so Florence Rice

followed Lucille back through the corridor, past security and down the stairs. They still had three hours before their shift ended.

As Lucille started down the stairs, she was struck on the back of her head and she

staggered, but instinctively reached out and grabbed the rail with both hands. She was initially able to maintain her balance, until she was hit again in the back of the head. Lucille started to lose consciousness as she fell to the bottom of the stairs, landing on her stomach and hitting her head on the concrete floor. Still partially alert, Lucille felt someone land on her back and stab her several times; finally, she passed out.

George Bellows, a senior security guard was coming up the stairs at the same time Lucille was being attacked on the landing between the two flight of stairs. The aggressiveness of Florence was more than Bellows could deal with and he called for help. It required two more security officers, in addition to Bellows, to subdue the attacker.

Medical personnel responded quickly, but blood was oozing from four puncture wounds in Lucille’s back. As soon as the medics were able to control the bleeding, Lucille was

placed on a gurney and transported to the infirmary. The physician on duty and his nurse

assistant worked feverishly to stabilize Lucille, clean and stitch up the wounds.

It didn’t appear that any organs had been damaged. Lucille was still unconscious but her

breathing was normal. There was a moderate size bump on her forehead where she hit the

concrete floor and one on the back of her head where she been struck.  Bellows recovered both weapons that Florence used.

A specialist came in from Chicago that evening to repair the damage to several muscles in Lucille’s back. It was after midnight before Lucille regained consciousness and asked for something to drink. When the doctor came back on duty at eight the next morning, the nurse on duty told the doctor that Lucille was incoherent and confused.

“She kept asking me what happened and wanted to know where she was. I told her that

she’d been assaulted and stabbed several times.”

“By who?” she asked me.

“By one of the inmates,” I responded.

“Inmates of what?’  she asked me.

“Inmates of the State Prison of Illinois for women.”

 

About the Author

James S. (Jim) Kelly is a retired United States Air Force Colonel with over 100 combat missions in Vietnam. Prior to his retirement, Jim was Program Director for a Communication’s Program in Iran, working directly under the Shah. Jim and his wife, Patricia own and operate High Meadow’s Horse Ranch outside Solvang, California. All of his novels use Solvang and the Santa Ynez Valley as a setting. Over the past 15 years, Jim and his wife have been active in a charity supporting our troops in forward operating locations, in hostile territory, overseas. To contact Jim, email him at jkelly2020@outlook.com.

 

Website: www.kellywritings.com

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Title: I DIDN’T FORGET
Author: James S. Kelly
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 430
Genre: Mystery

BOOK BLURB:

The double murder of two long time friends has caused hysteria in the small town of Solvang, Ca. Its up to Clay Wrens, the county’s premier detective to solve the murders and calm the townspeople.

 

Complicating the investigation is a local politician who’s afraid the Wrens will uncover his financial transgressions, while a female reporter, with her own agenda, is suggesting that Wrens be replaced

 

As the investigation moves to a climax, Wrens is drawn to a twenty five year old murder and the convicted murderer, who’s just been released from prison.

ORDER YOUR COPY

Amazon → https://amzn.to/3cS2I4b

 

Book Excerpt:

The clock struck twelve. Lucille and three of the other laundry workers took off the scarves protecting their hair, looked in the mirror, applied some lipstick, walked down a long corridor and up two flights of stairs to the main cafeteria. It was Tuesday and meatloaf was the special today. To Lucille, it brought back memories of family meals with mashed potatoes, kernel corn and buttermilk biscuits. Most of her family had passed away; she wondered why time had passed so fast.

 

Lucille grabbed a tray, some napkins, utensils and started down the line; she

decided to have a salad with the special. After she’d made her selections, she looked around and saw that the other three women had found a vacant table near a window. She walked over and sat down with them. They were acquaintances not friends, but they’d spent enough time together that the talk between them flowed free and easy. The best thing that could be said for this group was that none of them smoked.

 

The four passed the lunch hour with idle gossip until about ten minutes to the hour, then they dumped their refuse, put the empty trays on a rack and started back to work.

 

Two of the women stopped to talk to another woman at a different table, so Florence Rice

followed Lucille back through the corridor, past security and down the stairs. They still had three hours before their shift ended.

 

As Lucille started down the stairs, she was struck on the back of her head and she

staggered, but instinctively reached out and grabbed the rail with both hands. She was initially able to maintain her balance, until she was hit again in the back of the head. Lucille started to lose consciousness as she fell to the bottom of the stairs, landing on her stomach and hitting her head on the concrete floor. Still partially alert, Lucille felt someone land on her back and stab her several times; finally, she passed out.

 

George Bellows, a senior security guard was coming up the stairs at the same time Lucille was being attacked on the landing between the two flight of stairs. The aggressiveness of Florence was more than Bellows could deal with and he called for help. It required two more security officers, in addition to Bellows, to subdue the attacker.

 

Medical personnel responded quickly, but blood was oozing from four puncture wounds in Lucille’s back. As soon as the medics were able to control the bleeding, Lucille was

placed on a gurney and transported to the infirmary. The physician on duty and his nurse

assistant worked feverishly to stabilize Lucille, clean and stitch up the wounds.

 

It didn’t appear that any organs had been damaged. Lucille was still unconscious but her

breathing was normal. There was a moderate size bump on her forehead where she hit the

concrete floor and one on the back of her head where she been struck.  Bellows recovered both weapons that Florence used.

 

A specialist came in from Chicago that evening to repair the damage to several muscles in Lucille’s back. It was after midnight before Lucille regained consciousness and asked for something to drink. When the doctor came back on duty at eight the next morning, the nurse on duty told the doctor that Lucille was incoherent and confused.

 

“She kept asking me what happened and wanted to know where she was. I told her that

she’d been assaulted and stabbed several times.”

 

“By who?” she asked me

 

“By one of the inmates,” I responded.

 

“Inmates of what?’  she asked me.

 

“Inmates of the State Prison of Illinois for women.”

About the Author

James S. (Jim) Kelly is a retired United States Air Force Colonel with over 100 combat missions in Vietnam. Prior to his retirement, Jim was Program Director for a Communication’s Program in Iran, working directly under the Shah. Jim and his wife, Patricia own and operate High Meadow’s Horse Ranch outside Solvang, California. All of his novels use Solvang and the Santa Ynez Valley as a setting. Over the past 15 years, Jim and his wife have been active in a charity supporting our troops in forward operating locations, in hostile territory, overseas. To contact Jim, email him at jkelly2020@outlook.com.

 

Website: www.kellywritings.com

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Title: CHRISTIAN AUTHORS SELF-PUBLISHING SECRETS TO WHAT BESTSELLING AUTHORS USE TO SELL MORE BOOKS
Author: Yeral E. Ogando
Publisher: Christian Translation LLC
Pages: 53
Genre: Marketing / Online Marketing / Publishing / Self-Publishing

BOOK BLURB:

Have you been struggling to get your book (s) published? You have written a masterpiece, but you have been struggling to get is published.

Have you thought about self-publishing? Well, now is the correct time to start thinking about self-publishing your Christian book (s). You don’t know where to start…?

You do not know the steps you need to follow to get your book self-published. No need to worry about it anymore. I have created this Christian Authors Self – Publishing SECRETS to what best-selling authors use to sell more books, just for you.

No need to worry. I will show you the steps you need to follow. I will also tell you exactly what you need to do to have a successful Christian self-published book. All you have to do is get this e-book, follow the instructions and you will be on the right path to self-publishing and getting sales from your book (s).

Wait… but there is more… I am revealing the SECRETS for you not only to have your Christian books self-published, but also on how to get sales out of them. The SECRETS no one else is willing to tell you on how to make your book successful.

Discover the SECRETS best-selling authors are using to sell their books and turn it into your winning strategy. This is not a How to be millionaire guide; this is self-publishing guide with SECRETS tips already proven to be successful.

You will need to work hard in order to achieve your goals on becoming a best-seller or to sell many more books.

If you are a Christian Author and you want to have people know about your writing, well then, it is time for you to discover the SECRETS and steps to be successful.

There are many books out there showing you how to be a self-published author; but few of them really show you the SECRETS to sell more books. Discover today what you need to do and what your focus should be on… and start selling your story.

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Book Excerpt:

Introduction

You know you have a wonderful story to share, a God’s given message that the world should know about it, BUT…

You just don’t know what to do or how to start sharing your books with others. I am taking this opportunity to share with you some of the secrets or putting it into simpler words, key points, and strategies that you might use before and after releasing your book.

Maybe you are an experienced author. Maybe, you are just starting, BUT you definitely want and need to share your story with the world.

Wait! Nobody told you that it was going to be difficult. Everybody said to you that you just needed to write and nothing else.

Well, before getting to the STRATEGIES, allow me to share a few thoughts that might serve you well.

You are writing your story, and there are many things to consider when sharing your story with the world.

Are you going to be a self-published author (Indie author), or are you going for the big league and hire a publishing house?

The answer to this question will influence your strategy and outcome of your book’s popularity. Therefore, this is something you need to think through.

In this guide, you will be able to find excellent tips that you will use before, during and after publishing. It is not a mere guide for self-publishing authors. Any expert author can benefit from this guide and all the expert tips in it; such as Search engine Optimization, Amazon optimization, marketing and promotion strategies and much more.

About the Author

Yeral E. Ogando was born on May 18th, 1977 in Las Matas de Farfán, Dominican Republic. Yeral is polyglot or a multilingual person.

He has been able to learn Spanish, English, French, Italian, Haitian Creole, German, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese, Modern & Biblical Greek and Biblical Hebrew.

Yeral E. Ogando has earned several degrees:

Master of Arts in Theological Studies

Master of Arts in Languages and Linguistics

Doctor of Philosophy in Theology

He has been a Bible professor for many years and teacher for several languages locally and internationally, such as Spanish, English, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Haitian Creole.

He has also been able to write the following books:

* The Hero Within – Power (Volume Two)

* The Hero Within – Nede Land (Volume Three)

* Teach Yourself Italian by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole Conversation by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole by Yeral E. Ogando.
* And many other books for language learning (English, Spanish, Creole and Italian)
* Coming Soon From The Hero Within Series (Volume Four – Volume Five – Volume Six)

His hobbies are reading and listening to music. He is passionate for teaching, learning and starting new ministries and businesses.

He is the founder and owner of the successful internet business www.christian-translation.com, thus reaching the world in more than 200 languages since 2004.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website:

www.yeralogando.com

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/TheHeroWithinC1

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/yeral.ogando.9

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Title: SLOW DOWN
Author: Lee Matthew Goldberg
Publisher: All Due Respect
Pages: 270
Genre: Thriller/Noir

BOOK BLURB:

How far would you go to make your dreams come true? For budding writer and filmmaker Noah Spaeth, being a Production Assistant in director Dominick’s Bambach’s new avant-garde film isn’t enough. Neither is watching Dominick have an affair with the lead actress, the gorgeous but troubled Nevie Wyeth. For Noah’s dream is to get both the film and Nevie in the end, whatever the cost. And this obsession may soon become a reality once Dominick’s spurned wife Isadora reveals her femme fatale nature with a seductive plot to get rid of her husband for good.

Slow Down, a cross between the noir styling of James M. Cain and the dark satire of Bret Easton Ellis, is a thrilling page-turner that holds a mirror up to a media-saturated society that is constantly searching for the fastest way to get ahead, regardless of consequences.

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Here’s what readers are saying about Slow Down!

“Slow Down is a frenetic first novel…full of unedifying characters scrambling for the elusive, perhaps imaginary, brass ring.”

Publishers Weekly

“Lee Matthew Goldberg writes like a young Bret Easton Ellis doing a line of uncut Denis Johnson off the back of a public urinal. Memorable in the best possible way, also mostly illegal, Goldberg’s Slow Down is a mad man’s tour of Manhattan’s vices, follies, and ultimate betrayals.”

–Urban Waite, author of The Terror of Living and Sometimes the Wolf

What would happen if one of Raymond Chandler’s 1940’s femme fatales were to join forces with one of Jay McInerney’s enfant terribles? Lee Matthew Goldberg wrings every delectable trope imaginable out of this mashup while still managing a fresh spin. A writer to watch out for.”

–David Kukoff, author of Children of the Canyon

“Slow Down starts fast and gets faster quick, gunning through yellow streetlights on its way to a full collision with your shattered soul. Lee Matthew Goldberg takes on the American Zeitgeist in this stunning debut.”

–Stephen Jay Schwartz, LA Times bestselling author of Boulevard and Beat

Slow Down is a brilliant rush of a work charting the rise and fall of Noah and other pretentious losers. Savor this book.”

Foreword Reviews

“Dark and hard-boiled writing that grabs you by the throat. Slow Down is one of those rare novels that’s so good you want it to go on forever!”

–Nick Pengelley, author of Ryder: An Ayesha Ryder Novel

“The plot takes off…there’s no denying it’s fun to watch rich snots destroy themselves.”

Booklist

“Goldberg’s portrayal of the New York demimonde is one of the book’s strengths and brings to mind Bret Easton Ellis’ Less Than Zero. He also succeeds in marshalling a complicated plot.”

CrimeFictionLover.com

Book Excerpt:

PROLOGUE

NOAH WATCHED THE PRODUCER’S ASSISTANT PLACE HER PURSE DOWN ON THE STOLEN RED COUCH. He’d taken everything in the apartment, all of it part of another man’s life that he now pretended to lead. The full-wattage smile she gave him never left her face, clear evidence she hadn’t been in the City long, the opposite of a native New Yorker like Nevie Wyeth. Nevie, with her panther-black hair and need for Fast—or any other drug someone had to offer. He was only reminded of Nevie because he’d been waiting endlessly for her to call. He was about to give up hope that she ever would.

“Kristy Edson,” the woman said, shaking his hand. She gave two quick pumps. “Mr. Bronfeld sent me over from the L.A. office.”

Noah knew that a guy like Barry Bronfeld was too much of a power player to ever appear in person, even though Apex Studios was giving Noah a gigantic deal for a novel and for a film based on that novel. The problem was that he hadn’t written a word yet.

“Kid, I can’t wait much longer,” Mr. Bronfeld had yelled on the phone the other night. “Just get it done, whatever it takes. I’m scouting locations already. We’re already spending a fuckload of money.”

They had decided to say that the novel and subsequent film were “based on a true story” to avoid any legal ramifications. They would change all the names, but at the end of the day Mr. Bronfeld wanted as much of the truth in there as possible. The Lee Matthew Goldberg public craved answers and those answers sold books—reality sold books. Now the terrible things Noah did to make it in this business would be revealed in the guise of a story. Sins that nibbled at his soul more and more until all that remained were crumbs.

“So you’re here to…facilitate this?” he asked Kristy, nodding for her to take a seat on the red couch. He took out a pack of cigarettes and flipped one between his lips. His habit had ballooned from zero to two packs a day.

“Think of me as your cheerleader,” she said, smiling so hard that her back molars showed. He knew she was hungry for this “tell-all” coup, this bad boy bankroll in front of her. She pointed at his T-shirt that asked Who Am I?

“So who are you?”

“Why don’t you tell me when all this is done?”

Yesterday Mr. Bronfeld had threatened that Kristy would be Noah’s last chance; he’d be sued for breach of contract if the book wasn’t finished on time. He’d have to dictate his “novel” to her and then clean it up later on.

“The girl is in love with me,” Mr. Bronfeld had told him. “She can be trusted. And she stands to move up a bunch of rungs if she can get you to open up. She has no reason to go selling your story to some rag. Like I’ve told her some dark stuff. Shit I did at parties in the 80s that would get me arrested today. A hobo I once hit off the Pacific Coast Highway. Anyway… you’re damn young, Noah, but not for too much longer. This is your fucking time to shine. All you gotta do is get me that goddamn book.”

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he heard Kristy say. She removed a digital recorder from her purse and placed it on the glass coffee table between them.

“I’m trying to think of the best way to start,” he said, his mind racing.

“How about when you first met Dominick?”

He put on a pair of sunglasses. There was no need for her to keep looking directly into his eyes.

“Listen, we have an expiration date here.” She was still smiling, but it seemed strained. “Gossip only lasts for so long and then people stop caring. They forget.”

It was hard for him to concentrate on what she was saying. He didn’t know if it was because his brain had turned to mush from all the Fast he’d done the year after college ended, or if it was something else.

“I’m a little on edge,” he said, checking his cell. “I’m waiting for a call, an important call.”

“Forget about everything else right now,” Kristy said, and motioned for him to put away his phone. “And it’s normal to be on edge. So how are we gonna get you to calm down?”

She placed her hand on his knee. He noticed she had a tiny gap between her front teeth. He pictured her ten years ago: getting off the bus in Hollywood with an overstuffed suitcase, overfed on impossible dreams.

“I have to say that Slow Down was robbed at the Oscars,” she said. “You totally deserved Best Director.”

She hadn’t taken her hand off his knee, rubbing it now and casting her spell.

“How can I be sure that you won’t screw me over?” he asked.

She stopped rubbing to put a hand over her heart.

“Why would I ever do that?”

“I promise you’ll have a different opinion of me after we’ve finished.”

“I have too much to lose if we don’t deliver your book. Barry is financing most of your deal himself, and he’ll attach me as producer. He’ll give me the world.”

“You do know he’s married.”

She pouted her lips and shrugged her shoulders.

Noah felt his cell ring. He fumbled around in his pocket and picked it up after the first buzz.

“Hello,” he said, chewing on his lip.

“Noah!” a gruff voice shouted through the receiver. “Barry Bronfeld here. How’s it working out with Kristy so far?” Noah pictured this bigwig on the other end. Manatee-sized and wearing globular rings filled with cocaine that he’d snort in between meetings. The only bastard in Hollywood that promised double anyone else’s offer.

“Tell me we got a fucking masterpiece here, kid.”

Noah took another drag and exhaled the smoke through his nose.

“We’ve got a fucking masterpiece here, kid.”

“Noah, you are a hil-a-ri-ous son of a bitch. You hand me a goldmine and I’ll give you carte blanche with the entire project, even forget about any of these delays. Ah shit, I got Tommy Cruise on the other line…Ciao.”

Noah tossed the cell from one hand to the other, rubbing his tired eyes.

He glanced down as if willing it to ring again.

“Sometimes I think about taking a permanent vacation. Away from all the paparazzi.”

He looked out of the window toward a crowd of photographers below.

“Is it like this everyday?”

“With the film being so big, and of course after what happened….”

“So how true are all the rumors?”

He noticed her staring at the giant painting hanging on the wall. A blank white canvas with a yellow circle in the center and traces of red splattered across the bottom in the shape of a handprint.

“The painting caught your eye?”

“Yes…I’m trying to understand the significance of the red handprint, obviously the yellow circle represents–”

“Not everything has to have a meaning.”

“No, of course not, it’s just the yellow circle resembles the tattoos the different girls had in Slow Down, so I thought the red handprint might symbolize blood or death–”

“I’m ready to begin,” he said, more forcefully than he intended.

“Right….absolutely. Time is money.”

She turned on the digital recorder, her fingers lightly shaking. The apartment remained silent for a long, drawn-out minute.

“I met Dominick Bambach four long years ago.” He let out a laugh that sounded like he was gagging. “And I can’t help but wonder, what if I never had? Where would I be now? Who would I be? Sometimes I feel like the real me died a long time ago, or at least whatever part of me was worthwhile.”

He took a deep breath, one last moment of quiet before the purge. He knew that once he’d begin, he wouldn’t allow himself to stop until he reached the brutal end. He sucked in a last hit of smoke and crashed the butt into an ashtray filled with a pile of other snuffed casualties.

“So here it goes….”

About the Author

Lee Matthew Goldberg is the author of the novels THE DESIRE CARD, THE MENTOR, and SLOW DOWN. He has been published in multiple languages and nominated for the 2018 Prix du Polar. The second book in the Desire Card series, PREY NO MORE, is forthcoming, along with his Alaskan Gold Rush novel THE ANCESTOR. He is the editor-in-chief and co-founder of Fringe, dedicated to publishing fiction that’s outside-of-the-box. His pilots and screenplays have been finalists in Script Pipeline, Book Pipeline, Stage 32, We Screenplay, the New York Screenplay, Screencraft, and the Hollywood Screenplay contests. After graduating with an MFA from the New School, his writing has also appeared in the anthology DIRTY BOULEVARD, The Millions, Cagibi, The Montreal Review, The Adirondack Review, The New Plains Review, Underwood Press, Monologging and others. He is the co-curator of The Guerrilla Lit Reading Series and lives in New York City.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: http://www.leematthewgoldberg.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/LeeMatthewG

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/leemgol

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/leematthewgoldberg

 

 

 

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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Susan Rubin
Fantasy/Time Travel

The debut novel from Los Angeles-based playwright and filmmaker Susan
Rubin is a trippy fantasy that uses time travel to explore the inner
drives of a woman in midlife. In The Road Not Taken, a simple trip to the lipstick counter becomes an opportunity to unravel the mystery of self.


Widowed suddenly at age 50, Deborah is left with plenty of money but
no direction to her life. Shedding her suburban housewife life, she
moves back to the West Village where she grew up. When she meets a woman
who appears to be an identical twin, Deborah discovers the Lost: a
group of 100 fully-formed people who were dropped off on Earth as it
cooled down and who have lived on the planet as it developed. The Lost
show her the myriad dimensions of Spacetime, taking her to ancient
Egypt, Weimar Germany, and planets without inhabitants. They reunite her
with deceased loved ones. She forms relationships with an Egyptian god
and a famous artist through whom she lives new truths and learns who she
needs to become to walk the road not taken.

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Susan Rubin has written for Funny or Die, and in contrast, she’s written more than two dozen documentaries that highlight international women’s issues like domestic violence, forced child marriage, and untested rape kits accumulating in police evidence rooms.
Rubin has used her skill, empathy, and compassion to render these darkest of topics into accessible films distributed to tens of thousands of college classrooms.As a playwright, Rubin has, for 20 years, been the recipient of Los Angeles County Arts Commission Grants and Los
Angeles Cultural Affairs Department Grants. She also was honored with a six-year residency at the prestigious Los Angeles Theatre Center. Her plays have been seen at New York Theatre Workshop, Baltimore Center Stage, and at every major 99 seat theatre in Los Angeles including co-productions with Bootleg Theatre, Circle X, Skylight Theatre to name a few. She is the recipient of Garland, Ovation and LA Weekly Awards.

Visit her website at  http://www.susanrubinwriter.com/.

Susan Rubin is giving away an autographed copy of THE ROAD NOT TAKEN!

Terms & Conditions:
  • By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
  • One winner will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive one autographed paperback copy of THE ROAD NOT TAKEN.
  • This giveaway ends midnight August 28.
  • Winner will be contacted via email on August 29.
  • Winner has 48 hours to reply.
Good luck everyone!

ENTER TO WIN!

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Title: THE PRUSSIAN MEMORANDUM
Author: Michael McMenamin & Kathleen McMenamin
Publisher: First Edition Design Publishing
Pages: 474
Genre: 1930s Historical Adventure

BOOK BLURB:

Winston Churchill’s adventure-seeking goddaughter, the intrepid Hearst journalist Mattie McGary, sets out in 1934 to expose a major political scandal—a conspiracy between the US Army’s Military Intelligence Division (MID) and Hitler’s Praetorian, the SS, to help the Nazis persecute German Jews.

Churchill alerts Mattie to what he learns from a confidential German source: that the Nazis are working on a new law to strip Jews of their citizenship and forbid them to marry or have sex with Aryans. The year before, Heinrich Himmler’s SS secretly engaged the MID to research racist laws in thirty American states that prohibit sex and marriage between whites and other races. Known as “The Prussian Memorandum”—an actual historic document—radical SS anti-Semites plan to use these racist American laws as a model for their treatment of the Jews

Aided by a courageous German lawyer, Hanna Raeder, Mattie’s efforts to document the conspiracy take her from Churchill’s country home in England to the corridors of power in Berlin and, along with Churchill, to the canals of Amsterdam where his German source is to provide them with conclusive proof of the conspiracy. Pursued by both agents of Himmler’s Gestapo and American MID agents determined to stop them at all costs, Mattie and Hanna race to expose the shameful secret of The Prussian Memorandum.

In a chilling climax, Mattie and Hanna are arrested and taken to a Gestapo-run concentration camp where they are charged with crimes against the state—Hanna for treason, Mattie for espionage— and scheduled for show trials the next day before The People’s Court. If convicted, the penalty is death by beheading.

Literary Awards and Praise for Mattie McGary’s Adventures with Winston Churchill

Three-Time Grand Prize Winner Fiction, Next Generation Indie Book Awards

Three-Time Thriller/Suspense Book of the Year, ForeWord Reviews

Two-Time Historical Fiction Book of the Year, ForeWord Reviews

Appointment in Prague

“A thrilling historical novel with a no-nonsense heroine is what you’ll find… Wow! This is an action-packed, intense story that brings the reader right into the world of WW II espionage. Well-developed characters, a tough heroine, and great attention to detail.” [The Book Connection review]

“Mattie McGary was easily my favorite character and I loved how the authors made her into a strong female character with a very real personality. So many times strong female characters end up feeling almost unrealistic and that was not the case with Mattie.” [Books for Books review]

The Berghof Betrayal

“Mattie McGary is what every woman wants to be: strong-willed, the ability to take care of herself, and who doesn’t take crap from anyone.” [Goodreads review]

“I’ve read and enjoyed all of the books in this series and I vote this one as the most exciting yet, full of twists and turns and I really cared about what happened to the characters. It was a most believable page-turner right to the very end. I can’t wait for their next book. “[Amazon review]

The Silver Mosaic

“This is a well-written historical novel that stays true to the time period and keeps its historic facts accurate. I really liked how the authors immersed me in the time period right from the first page.” [Amazon review].

“Historical fiction that excels. I immediately became involved with both the characters and plot, which took on a life of their own. I have read much shorter books that seemed far longer than The Silver Mosaic.” [Goodreads review].

The Gemini Agenda

“A thick and rich tale that is impossible to put down, So many twists and turns and the ending is gripping…This book holds its own with the best historical fiction.” [Goodreads review]

 

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First Chapter:

The White House

Washington, D.C

Wednesday, 4 October 1933

FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT finished stirring an ice-filled pitcher of martinis in the Oval Office and placed it back on the drinks trolley beside his custom made wheel chair. It was of minimalist design—a plain, straight back wooden chair with no arms or legs placed on a base between two large rigid black spoke wheels. Behind the seat were two smaller spoke wheels that turned 360 degrees so that the chair could go in any direction the polio-crippled Roosevelt desired. The two large wheels did not extend above the chair’s seat so that the overall effect of the chair was not to draw attention to itself, but rather to its occupant whose massive chest and broad shoulders conveyed an image of strength, not weakness, and belied his shriveled legs below the wheels.

Roosevelt carefully poured the icy liquid from the pitcher into two stemmed glasses and, after popping an olive into each, handed one to the man who sat in a maroon leather club chair on the other side of the drinks trolley. He raised his glass. “Well Louie, to our good health and the consternation of our enemies.”

Louis Howe lifted his glass and lightly touched it to the other extended glass. Howe was Roosevelt’s right hand man—Secretary to the President—and had been FDR’s fixer while he was governor of New York as well as his unofficial campaign manager both for the nomination and general election in 1932. In contrast to Roosevelt who had a handsome face topped by wavy silver brown hair, Howe was short, dark and ugly with large, bulging, bloodshot eyes and an emaciated frame. Roosevelt thought he looked like death warmed over. Still, he was the most astute political operative Roosevelt had ever known and the President was going to ride him as hard as he could until his health—and luck—ran out. He only hoped that Howe would last until his re-election campaign in 1936.

“Speaking of enemies, Louie,” Roosevelt continued, “what did J. Edgar say he wanted to discuss with me in our meeting tomorrow morning?”

“Beats me, Boss,” Howe replied after taking a sip of his martini. “All he said was that it involved ‘intelligence matters’ that would be an embarrassment to the country, to your administration and to you personally if it ever became public knowledge.”

“Interesting. Do you suppose he’s going to try and blackmail me again about Lucy?”

“Not a chance, Frank. You remember when, after your election, he showed me photographs of Mrs. Rutherford entering your private railcar in Chicago while you were there to accept the nomination and I told him it would be most unwise were he to make them public?” Howe asked, referring to Lucy Mercer Rutherford who had been Roosevelt’s long time mistress both before he contracted polio and after she married the aging socialite Winthrop Rutherford. Howe had arranged to have her there in the railcar in Chicago as a reward for Roosevelt when he returned from giving his acceptance speech at the convention.

“Of course,” Roosevelt replied and took a sip of his martini.

“I don’t believe I mentioned this to you at the time, but that goddamned little fairy actually blushed when I showed him our photographs of him with Clyde Tolson’ cock in his mouth,” Howe continued, Tolson being Hoover’s #2 man at the FBI with whom he lived. “So, don’t worry, whatever he wants to talk about tomorrow, all he’s doing is sucking up to you—pardon the expression—and trying to get on your good side.”

Roosevelt laughed and drained the rest of his martini. “I would have loved to have been there to see that. Remind me, is that the photo where he’s wearing a woman’s frilly dress?”

Howe shook his head and finished his martini also. “Nope, he doesn’t know we have that one.”

Roosevelt laughed again. “Well, it’s good to know we have something in reserve if what he’s going to tell us tomorrow is going to embarrass me and my administration. Another martini?”

Howe nodded and placed his stemmed glass back on the drinks trolley. Roosevelt stirred the martini pitcher again and once more filled their glasses.

The White House

Washington, D.C

Thursday, 5 October 1933

ROOSEVELT WATCHED the FBI Director walk across the carpet in the Oval Office, followed by Louis Howe, until he reached the President’s desk. Dressed in an immaculate Brooks Brothers suit, he thought the short, stocky man’s face really did resemble a bulldog. “Edgar! How good to see you again,” he boomed in a loud voice and extended his hand.

Hoover grasped it. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. President, but I thought this was of such importance that it could not wait.”

“Take a load off your feet, Edgar, and tell me all about it,” Roosevelt said and placed a cigarette in a silver holder and lit it.

Hoover took a seat in one of two straight-backed armchairs in front of the President’s desk and Howe sat in the other. Hoover frowned and glanced disapprovingly at Howe.

“This is a most sensitive matter, Mr. President.”

Roosevelt laughed. “Don’t worry about Louie, Edgar. He knows everything.”

“Very well, Mr. President, you’re the boss.”

Yes, I am, Roosevelt thought, and don’t you forget it.

Hoover took out a slim folder from his briefcase and began to talk. “This is based on interviews my agents have had with the commanding officer of the US Army’s Military Intelligence Division (MID) Major General Leonard Marlborough, his immediate predecessor Brigadier General Ralph Van Deman, the Harvard Law School Dean Roscoe Pound…”

“Roscoe?” Roosevelt said, interrupting. “The devil you say! How is the old rascal?”

“He’s fine, Mr. President. He was most cooperative. We also have had interviews with six former MID agents, all lawyers, who were selected by Dean Pound to perform under his supervision certain legal research for a foreign power.”

“A foreign power, eh? Which one?”

“Nazi Germany, Sir.”

“The Nazis? Really? You have my attention, Edgar. Let’s hear it from the beginning.”

“Well, Sir, it began with information from a wiretap of General Leonard Marlborough’s office and home telephone lines. Based on that, I ordered an investigative file opened and sent Special Agents into the field for interviews with all involved.”

Roosevelt was surprised at this, but said nothing. Was the sonofabitch tapping White House phone lines as well? He made a mental note to have Louie find out. If he was, then it was time they showed the little bastard the photo of him in a woman’s dress. Meanwhile, the President listened with growing horror as Hoover told his story in a dull, dry-as-dust monotone.

“In June, acting on behalf of the Nazi’s German Commission on Criminal Law Reform which was contemplating racial laws which would make Jews and gypsies second class citizens and prohibit sexual relations and marriage between Aryans and Jews, Gypsies and other non-Aryans, Erich Krueger, an SS officer and a political attaché at the German Embassy, approached General Marlborough to commission and pay for confidential legal research into American race laws on miscegenation they could use as models to do the same to Germany’s Jews. We learned from other sources that Marlborough was an anti-Semite like many other MID officers. In fact, Marlborough admitted to us he didn’t like or trust Jews and that this was why he readily agreed to the request. He also told us that he recognized how politically sensitive it might be. So he farmed it out under a Black Drape using secret MID contingency funds to retain RVD International, a private security group named for and headed by Marlborough’s predecessor at MID, retired General Ralph Van DeMan. RVD frequently had been given government subcontracts by MID and employed many ex-MID agents.”

FDR did not like where this was going, but he decided to keep quiet until the little bastard finished. The faint odor of blackmail trailed Hoover like the scent of a skunk.

“Once Marlborough told Van Deman what kind of research the SS wanted, they both agreed that the most qualified—and sympathetic—person to supervise the research was the Dean of the Harvard Law School, Roscoe Pound. He was known to be a Nazi sympathizer and had publicly accepted an honorary degree from the University of Berlin personally presented by Hans Luther, Nazi Germany’s Ambassador to the US.”

“The head of Harvard Law School? Old Roscoe?” Roosevelt said almost reflexively.

“Yes sir.” Hoover said and then continued “He and the whole Harvard Law faculty attended a Nazi luncheon on the university’s campus”

Roosevelt wished he was surprised but he wasn’t. He could tell Hoover was waiting for some kind of reaction but he wouldn’t be getting any. Roosevelt stared at him and said nothing. Finally, the ugly little toad started speaking again, the air firmly vacuumed from his sails by FDR’s silence.

“Uh…well in the late summer of 1933, RVD hired Pound with secret MID funds to sift through personnel files of former MID agents with law degrees to find the six best men for the job. Pound then supervised, also under a Black Drape, these six ex-agents who performed on the ground research in law libraries in thirty states whose laws in 1933 prohibited marriage between whites and assorted ‘coloreds’ and Asians.”

FDR just shook his head as Hoover read off the thirty states. He had known the Deep South prohibited interracial marriage, but was mildly surprised at all the western states that did so as well—Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Indiana, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maryland, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, North Carolina, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virginia, West Virginia and Wyoming.

Hoover paused after reading off the names of the states as if to ask if the President had any questions. Roosevelt gestured for him to continue. “Go ahead, Edgar, and get it over with.”

Hoover did. And, to FDR’s dismay, it got worse.

“While they have no such laws today,” the FBI Director continued, “an additional seven American states once enacted laws against interracial marriage during the 19th century and later repealed them: Illinois, Iowa, Ohio, Massachusetts, Michigan, Rhode Island and Washington. Oh yes,” Hoover added, “the District of Columbia once had laws like that as well.”

Exactly, Roosevelt thought, courtesy of those idiot Democrats in the U.S. House of Representatives before the Civil War. One of the few decent things the Republicans did after the Civil War was to repeal those laws. The last piece from Hoover, however, was the goddamn spoiled cherry on top of the whole rotten cake. Even savage Indians—the Cherokee Nation in 1824 and 1839, the Cree Nation in 1839, and the Chickasaw Nation in 1858—prohibited marriage and sexual relations with Negroes!

“In September 1933, Pound compiled the resulting research and delivered it to Wilhelm Krueger, the SS officer at the German Embassy who commissioned it. RVD was then reimbursed for its expenses by the SS and, after taking its cut, in turn passed it back to MID to replenish their secret contingency funds. The SS officer later told Pound that he had sent it on to Berlin where, after translation and removal of his name, they were calling his report the ‘Prussian Memorandum’. The SS officer also told Pound that many members on the German Commission on Criminal Law Reform were relying on it to advance their arguments that German Jews should be stripped of their citizenship and that marriage between Aryans and Jews, gypsies and other non-Aryans should be criminalized. Pound reported all this to the FBI agent with no small amount of pride and gave him a copy of Pound’s original memorandum.”

After Hoover finished, Roosevelt sighed. What complete idiots! It’s not that he didn’t understand what had motivated Marlborough, Van Deman and Pound. After all, he privately had informed more than one Catholic or Jew reluctant to do his bidding that this was a Protestant country; that the Catholics and Jews were here on sufferance; and that it was up to them to go along with anything he wanted. Well, make that a white Protestant country as well and Negroes better do what he wanted also. And what he wanted was for all of them to vote in large numbers and elect more Democrats in the mid-term elections next year, not to mention his own reelection in 1936. But these were not things he could say publicly. To have it known that the Nazis were using openly racist American laws to craft their own laws against Jews would not play well among Jews or Negroes. And while he needed the larger Negro vote, he also very much needed campaign contributions from the Jews who would not understand that some politically tone-deaf idiots in his Administration had gone off the reservation without his knowledge.

“Thank you, Edgar. I appreciate your bringing this to my attention. I will take care of it. I assume that folder you’ve been occasionally reading from is for me?”

“Yes, it is, Mr. President.”

Roosevelt held out his hand. “Good, I’ll take it.” Hoover handed the folder to him. “I want any copies of this file in the FBI classified as ‘TOP SECRET’ and I don’t want this appearing in any of Drew Pearson’s ‘Washington Merry-Go-Round’ columns in the Post. Understood?”

“Perfectly, Mr. President.”

“Fine. Louie will see you out.”

Moments later, Howe returned. “What were those morons at MID thinking?”

“Who knows, but have the fannies of Marlborough and Van Deman sitting in those two chairs,” Roosevelt said, pointing to the two armchairs in front of his desk, “first thing tomorrow!”

“You got it, Boss,” Howe said and turned to leave.

“One more thing, Louie.”

“Yes, Frank?”

“This is political dynamite and absolutely cannot get out. I don’t trust Hoover. Call him sometime in the next few hours; re-emphasize to him the importance of keeping this quiet. Tell him I want all FBI records on this destroyed. He’ll agree, but he’ll keep one copy for his personal blackmail file anyway,” Roosevelt said and then paused. “Also, tell him I want the names and personnel files of the two agents who conducted the investigation on my desk by the close of business today. Then, have someone check them out. Make sure they’re good Democrats. If he is at all reluctant, this may be the right time to mention the photograph of our top cop in a dress.”

About the Authors

Michael McMenamin is the co-author with his son Patrick of the first five of the six award winning 1930s era historical novels featuring Winston Churchill and his fictional Scottish goddaughter, the adventure-seeking Hearst photojournalist Mattie McGary. He is the co-author with his daughter Kathleen McMenamin of the sixth Mattie + Winston novel The Liebold Protocol and the novella Appointment in Prague. The first six novels in the series—The DeValera Deception, The Parsifal Pursuit, The Gemini Agenda, The Berghof Betrayal, The Silver Mosaic and The Liebold Protocol—received a total of 15 literary awards. He is currently at work with his daughter on the ninth Mattie + Winston historical adventure, The Phoenix Progression.

Michael is also the author of the critically acclaimed Becoming Winston Churchill, The Untold Story of Young Winston and His American Mentor [Hardcover, Greenwood 2007; Paperback, Enigma 2009] and the co-author of Milking the Public, Political Scandals of the Dairy Lobby from LBJ to Jimmy Carter [Nelson Hall, 1980]. He is a contributing editor for Finest Hour, the quarterly journal of the International Churchill Society and for the libertarian magazine Reason. His work also has appeared in The Churchills in Ireland, 1660-1965, [Irish Academic Press, 2012] as well as two Reason anthologies, Free Minds & Free Markets, Twenty Five Years of Reason [Pacific Research Institute, 1993] and Choice, the Best of Reason [BenBella Books, 2004]. A full-time writer, he was formerly a First Amendment and Media Defense lawyer and a U.S. Army Counterintelligence Agent. 

Kathleen McMenamin, the other half of the father-daughter writing team, has been editing her father’s writing for longer than she cares to remember. She is the co-author with her father of the 2018 Mattie + Winston novella, Appointment in Prague, A Mattie McGary + Winston Churchill World War II Adventure and the sixth Mattie + Winston novel, The Liebold Protocol. She also is the co-author with her sister Kelly of the critically acclaimed Organize Your Way: Simple Strategies for Every Personality [Sterling, 2017]. The two sisters are professional organizers, personality-type experts and the founders of PixiesDidIt! a home and life organization business, http://www.pixiesdidit.com.

Kathleen is an honors graduate of Sarah Lawrence College and received an MFA in Creative Writing from New York University while she was with The Wendy Weill Agency. Prior to starting her own business, she was Senior Advertising and Promotion Coordinator for Bedford/St. Martin’s. The novella Appointment in Prague was her second joint writing project with her father; The Liebold Protocol was her third; and The Prussian Memoradum is her fourth. Their first father-daughter writing project was “Bringing Home the First Amendment”, a review of Nat Hentoff’s The Day They Came to Arrest the Book in the August 1984 Reason magazine. While a teen-ager, she and her father would often take runs together, creating plots for adventure stories as they ran.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: www.winstonchurchillthrillers.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WinstonChurchillThrillers

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Title: THE HERO WITHIN: NEDE LAND 1
Author: Dr. Yeral E. Ogando
Publisher: Christian Translation LLC
Pages: 237
Genre: Christian Fiction

BOOK BLURB:

Supernatural beings have deprived humanity of its most precious gifts, and our heroes must retrieve them, before it’s too late.

Return to the vivid and exciting landscape of The Hero Within saga, and experience all new adventures with beloved characters!

Join Warrior and Mender as they venture into this forbidden and long forgotten kingdom, where they will face powerful foes the likes of which have never been seen on earth, in order to find the hidden treasure that will help them conquer evil, and restore the human race…

Dr. Ogando’s exciting style once again propels us into a world of good vs. evil, where ordinary people unlock their true potential and fight for the Kingdom of God.

“I found myself not only lost within its pages, but the battles became real and alive for me! If you are a Christian you have to read this phenomenal series!!” -Cheri Roan

“The story has a way of drawing you in right from the beginning and keeps your interest until the end.” – Melinda Taylor

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Book Excerpt:

There was something that lurked in the dark; whenever the team members moved around, performing miracles, healing and assisting other brothers in preaching, they could sense a sidelong, fading look mingled in the shadows of the crowds.

The team seemed not to think about it, since it was so subtle, they didn’t even bother paying attention to it, not after defeating gigantic evil leaders, impressive commanders, and conquering the Five Cities.

Pastor Good knew it was a big call to set up a church in each town, as he was instructed. “But Lord, how am I supposed to set up five churches when the people don’t even understand your Word?” The Pastor thought. Somehow, he knew he just needed to complete the tasks assigned to him and the Lord would see the rest through. After all, he was not alone. The Team Warriors and The Missioners were with him. But above all, his greatest ally was God Almighty.

About the Author

Yeral E. Ogando was born on May 18th, 1977 in Las Matas de Farfán, Dominican Republic. Yeral is polyglot or a multilingual person.

He has been able to learn Spanish, English, French, Italian, Haitian Creole, German, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese, Modern & Biblical Greek and Biblical Hebrew.

Yeral E. Ogando has earned several degrees:

Master of Arts in Theological Studies

Master of Arts in Languages and Linguistics

Doctor of Philosophy in Theology

He has been a Bible professor for many years and teacher for several languages locally and internationally, such as Spanish, English, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Haitian Creole.

He has also been able to write the following books:

* The Hero Within – Power (Volume Two)

* The Hero Within – Nede Land (Volume Three)

* Teach Yourself Italian by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole Conversation by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole by Yeral E. Ogando.
* And many other books for language learning (English, Spanish, Creole and Italian)
* Coming Soon From The Hero Within Series (Volume Four – Volume Five – Volume Six)

His hobbies are reading and listening to music. He is passionate for teaching, learning and starting new ministries and businesses.

He is the founder and owner of the successful internet business www.christian-translation.com, thus reaching the world in more than 200 languages since 2004.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website:

www.yeralogando.com

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/TheHeroWithinC1

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/yeral.ogando.9

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