Friday, December 20, 2024

Rumi and the Retribution

 The Da Vinci Code meets Rumi in a global thriller/mystery

 

Rumi and the Retribution

Gabriel McKnight Book 1

by Pooneh Sadeghi

Genre: Global Thriller, Mystery


You Are What You Seek.

Gabriel McKnight, a decorated former U.S. Navy SEAL and bestselling author, sees his perfect life come unraveled when he’s named the prime suspect in a murder case after his twin brother vanishes without a trace. Now on the run from the law, Gabriel embarks on a desperate worldwide quest to clear his name and uncover his brother’s fate.

His only ally is Noor Rahman, the scion of a once-powerful Iranian dynasty whose past intertwines with a mysterious book of Rumi’s poems left behind by her deceased parents. Together, Gabriel and Noor decipher cryptic passages suggesting a link between the historic murders of Noor’s family and his brother’s disappearance. From the back alleys of Washington, D.C., to the bustling streets of Paris, and the vibrant vistas of Tehran, they navigate a labyrinth of danger and deception leading them inexorably to Rumi’s mystical resting place in Turkey.

But discovery comes with a perilous cost. With every revelation, Gabriel and Noor inch that much closer to unlocking the sinister truth behind their parallel destinies. Can they outwit their unseen foes and decode the final mysteries before they themselves become the final casualties in this deadly game?

 

GUEST POST

Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author? Like many authors I am a voracious reader. I learned the alphabet at age 4, started reading at age 5 and picked up my first Agatha Christie Mystery in 3rd grade—I knew I’d be an author since childhood. I was always thinking up of stories and writing them down in my diary.

What is something unique/quirky about you? Prior to starting a book, I live with my characters for several weeks. We talk and I get to know them to the point I’d know how they’d dress, what food they would order in a restaurant or how they would react in a situation. I also have many interesting plot discussions with my two dogs (golden doodles). They’re great listeners.

Tell us something really interesting that's happened to you! I don’t know if it’s interesting but it was life changing. I was 9 years old when a revolution took place in my country. I’ve lived in total oppression and then experienced the freedom of first world countries, added to that I’ve lived in war and all that—well, it changes one’s perspective. You tend to really value what others take for granted and not pay attention to topics that many media sites focus on.

What are some of your pet peeves? People who use books for decoration but never read them! People who mistreat books (really not acceptable!),

Where were you born/grew up at? Born in Tehran, Iran, Raised in many countries across Europe and in the USA. This was due to my father’s job.

If you knew you'd die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?

1-I’d cook a delicious meal for my family and prior to eating it I’d take a lot of food to a shelter and we’d dance and laugh and play games.

Who is your hero and why? Gosh there are many but for me Rumi, Ghandi, Anyone who tries to be kind to others

What kind of world ruler would you be? One who ensures every human being is treated fairly and that all humans have the same rights—I’d also have a wicked sense of humor, maybe play tricks on my government/cabinet members….

What are you passionate about these days? Writing, writing, writing, reading but also trying to do one good thing a day to help make the world a better place.

What do you do to unwind and relax? Walk, swim, and read! And in no particular order

How to find time to write as a parent? I make time to write a 1,000 words a day

Describe yourself in 5 words or less! Mom-booklover-Author-Tree hugger

When did you first consider yourself a writer? For as long as I can remember I knew I wanted to write

Do you have a favorite movie? Ohhh several: “oh goodness too many—I always find myself watching the BBC Agatha Christie series with David Suchet…..so much fun and Midnight in Paris!

Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie? Really all of them because they are visual as I write them. RUMI & THE RETRIBUTION could definitely be a movie or mini-series

What literary pilgrimages have you gone on? As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal? A dog! They are loyal, fun and loving.

What inspired you to write this book? I have always wanted to write engaging thriller/mysteries, I also wanted to combine life lessons I’ve acquired as part of living and working across the globe for 25 years with the beauty and richness of the Persian culture and literature. That’s what I’ve tried to bring to RUMI & THE RETRIBUTION

What can we expect from you in the future? I have at least 10 stories for this series and each will be a bit different.

Do you have any “side stories” about the characters? YES and that’s all I can share for now!

Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in (RUMI & THE RETRIBUTION)?

Gabriel McKnight (MC): courageous, loyal, kind yet distant to everyone outside of his family circle. Has a global outlook in life. Is a former Navy SEAL, successful author—scarred by a past incident—an incident that would change who he is and how he’d approach life.

Noor Rahman: Sharp, witty, kind, a little lost and scarred by the death of her parents. She has a strong drive, global mindset and just can’t accept reasons given to her for the death of her parents death.

How are these two people connected? How are their pasts intertwined? READ THE BOOK & YOU WILL FIND OUT!

How did you come up with the concept and characters for the book?  I have always loved puzzles and mysteries. I also enjoy high stakes plots, I wanted to take that and combine it with my global experience and Persian poetry and culture. And that’s what I did.

Where did you come up with the names in the story? Noor, well, there are several reasons for her name which you will see in the books. Gabriel is a name I’d give to an honorable, yet scarred hero.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book? Every part of it. For me writing has the same sensation one has when wrapping a Christmas gift for a loved one.

Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick? Gabriel McKnight (MC): courageous, loyal, kind yet distant to everyone outside of his family circle. Has a global outlook in life. Is a former Navy SEAL, successful author—scarred by a past incident—an incident that would change who he is and how he’d approach life. He is a natural hero although he would be the first person to deny it. Present him with a problem and someone who needs help—he’ll dive in.

Noor Rahman: Sharp, witty, kind, a little lost and scarred by the death of her parents. She has a strong drive, global mindset and just can’t accept reasons given to her for her parents death. Justice and finding the truth drive her.

How are these two people connected? How are their pasts intertwined? READ THE BOOK & YOU WILL FIND OUT!

How did you come up with the title of your first novel? I strive to find a title that captures the soul of the novel. RUMI & THE RETRIBUTION does that for book 1 of my series.

Who designed your book covers? Roan and Weatherford Publishing, my publisher.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? No!

Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book? Yes, that Gabriel and Noor’s arcs continue. They evolve as they go through each adventure.

If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?

Ah, I’d say Jake Gyllenhaal as Gabriel, and maybe Nazanin Bonyadi, Sara Shahi, or Golshifteh Farahani as Noor.

Anything specific you want to tell your readers? My goal is to take you on a journey where you experience a thrill, try to work out interesting puzzles, become good friends with captivating characters while learning a bit about the Persian culture—I want to do all this and make your head spin (in a good way) with a surprise ending!

How did you come up with name of this book? I strive to find a title that captures the soul of the novel. RUMI & THE RETRIBUTION does that for book 1 of my series.

What is your favorite part of this book and why?

The unraveling of clues as well as moments characters share in their private world like dinners with family etc…

If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day? I’d spend a day talking writing with Gabriel and Noor—I’d also have dinner with “Sheila” we’d have some interesting discussions.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination? A bit of both

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story? A bit of both

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read. My book will transport you into another world and won’t give you a moment to think about anything else—let alone miss the world you left behind!

Have you written any other books that are not published? Yes 4 others. And they are in line to be published.

If your book had a candle, what scent would it be? A combination of Jasmine, the scent of damp tree leaves and Persian spice.

What did you edit out of this book? Not much I only tweaked the line editing.

Is there an writer which brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why? Anthony Horowitz, he wrote the moon flower murders which is the story of an editor who solves the murder of her publishing house’s writer by reading the book. It’s a novel within a novel and you aren’t bored for a moment.

Matthew Quirk: love his plots

 Fun Facts/Behind the Scenes/Did You Know?'-type tidbits about the author, the book or the writing process of the book.

Tidbits: 1) There are pieces of me scattered across several characters- 2) I have lived in 4 of the settings where the story takes place.


Stuff about Writing/ Reading:

What are your top 10 favorite books/authors? In no particular order

1)      Jane Austen : Pride and Prejudice- Persuasion

2)      Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre

3)      LM Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables

4)      To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

5)      Agatha Christie :All the Poirot Novels and Marple novels: some favorites are “The Moving Finger-Cards on the Table-Funerals are Fatal”

6)      Anthony Horowitz: Magpie and Moonflower Murders, then the Hawthorne and Horowitz mysteries

7)      Richard Ossman’s “Thursday Murderclub series”

8)      Nora Roberts :Suspense/mystery series

9)      JK Rowling’s Harry Potter Series

10)   Harlan Coben’s Myron Bolitar Series

What book do you think everyone should read? TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee

How long have you been writing?I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing—Although I’d say I started my novel around 2019.

Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of them come to you as you write?

I know my characters well before I write about them. I spend time with them in my head until they are real and then I write about them.

What kind of research do you do before you begin writing a book?

I do the historical research or whatever research is needed based on the topic I’m writing about.

Do you see writing as a career? YES YES AND YES!

What do you think about the current publishing market? I think like many other industries it’s going through change but what I do believe is that readers will continue to want good stories!

Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?

Yes, voraciously, my favorite genre is mystery/thriller, then literary books

Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why? In silence without distractions.

Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time? One at a time because I’m totally immersed in my world with my characters.

If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose? Ah now that’s a tough one—I love many authors however their styles are different from mine so I’d say my own books!

Pen or type writer or computer?laptop!

Tell us about a favorite character from a book. Myron Bolitar from Harlan Coben’s Bolitar series. He has a quirky sense of humor, is kind and dives into mysteries. Also Joyce from the Thursday Murder Club series by Richard Osman. She sounds a bit flaky but is very shrewd and sharp.

What made you want to become an author and do you feel it was the right decision? I’ve always known I’d be an author. I just wanted to add meaningful life experience to my novels which is why I started in my late 40s after 25 years of global travel, living and working across the globe.

A day in the life of the author? I have a full 9-5 job. Then when I come home I spend some time with family and write from 9:00 pm to midnight. Everynight!

Advice they would give new authors? Don’t give up!

Describe your writing style. Pass I’d rather surprise you with it!

What makes a good story? To me a good story, regardless of the genre, is one that makes the reader keep turning the pages, gives them a delightful ending and makes them want more when the story is over.

What are you currently reading? Anthony Horowitz’s Close to Death

What is your writing process? For instance do you do an outline first? Do you do the chapters first? I have a general outline with key milestones mapped out. I know where I start and what the end will be. Then the characters fill in the rest.

What are common traps for aspiring writers? Doubting yourself

What is your writing Kryptonite? Life’s responsibilities, work projects etc….

Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?I can’t be anything but original and hope that readers will like what I write.

If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be? Trust your gut and go for it!

How long on average does it take you to write a book? 4-5 months

Do you believe in writer’s block? I believe it exists—thankfully it hasn’t happened to me yet! Too many stories with too little time to tell them


EXCERPT

Paris, July 14, 1997

Dying for your loved ones is a noble sacrifice, but outsmarting a killer before you die is a

sweeping triumph. That’s what Shiraz Rahman thought as she rushed out of the Trocadero metro

station on a balmy summer evening.

The sun had begun its descent, making way for midnight blue skies. Paris dressed in lights,

welcoming all to its various restaurants and cafés. Shiraz’s gaze darted around as she turned into

the Delessert Boulevard. Her posture was stiff, her pace fast, and her breath labored.

Up ahead, the Café Delessert bustled with activity. Waiters rushed about delivering trays of

food. The aroma of coffee and French cuisine drifted in the air. Parisians and tourists clustered

around the tables lined by the sidewalk, their carefree laughter carrying into the night. Shiraz

recalled the days when she, too, laughed freely, unaware of the evil surrounding her.

A loud clatter broke through the night. Shiraz bit back a scream and jerked around. A waiter

had dropped a tray on the sidewalk. He bent over to pick it up. Shiraz clutched her purse and

hastened her pace. Every so often, she looked back to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

The Delessert Boulevard swarmed with people. It was no surprise. This area offered the best

view of the Eiffel Tower. Each year, thousands of people gathered here to celebrate and watch

the dazzling fireworks display from the Eiffel Tower and the Trocadero gardens.

It seemed like a normal night, and by all accounts it should have been, but Shiraz knew better.

I will die tonight. Beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. I’m not afraid. I’m prepared. After all,

her daughter’s life depended on it.

Noor, my sweet Noor! Shiraz rubbed her chest as she considered her options another time.

There was one way to keep Noor safe, and when the time was right, Noor would know the truth.

Shiraz had made sure of it.

She approached her bookstore and risked another glance over her shoulder. A shiver ran up

her spine. The killer was in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She squared her

shoulders. Come and get me. That’s all you’ll get.

She entered her bookstore and let her head fall against the door. The scent of worn leather,

polished wood, and new books were welcoming and familiar.

Jean Luc, her friend, and the bookstore’s sole employee, sat by the reading nook.

Shiraz pasted a smile on her face. “Why are you working when you should be outside

celebrating with the rest of the country?”

Jean Luc placed a book on a shelf close to the armchair he occupied. “Cheri, we have a

splendid view. I can watch the celebration from here.”

Shiraz placed her hands on her hips and furrowed her brows into a mock frown. “It’s

Independence Day. Go drink wine, celebrate your freedom, and flirt with someone nice. I’ll close

the store tonight.”

“Come with me,” Jean Luc pleaded. “We’ll find two delicious men and party all night.”

Shiraz snorted. “The only man I’ll ever love is Parviz.” She rushed on before Jean Luc could

say anything. “I know my husband died years ago, but what Parviz and I had was unique.

Something like that happens once in a lifetime.” She made shooing motions with her hands.

“That’s why I’m closing, and you’re leaving. It’s your turn to find your soulmate.”

A movement outside of the window caught her eye. For an instant, Shiraz saw a familiar

figure standing in the crowd outside of her store. She gripped the armchair and craned her neck

to get a better look. The Trocadero gardens overflowed with people wearing France’s national

colors. Its fountains switched from red to blue and back. The Eiffel Tower shone tall and proud.

Her heart thudded wildly. “Why did it take me so long to figure out the truth?”

“Shiraz, are you all right?” Jean Luc asked, concern evident in his ruddy round face. “You

were mumbling to yourself.”

Shiraz studied her hands. Her knuckles had gone white. She let go of the armchair and

relaxed her features. “I’m fine. I was just thinking, that’s all.”

Jean Luc looked uncertain. “Are you sure you want to stay here?”

Shiraz bobbed her head. “Yes, Noor and I have plans. Go enjoy your evening.”

Jean Luc finally gave in and left the store. Shiraz shut the door behind him then poured

herself a cup of tea. She sat behind the counter and picked up a volume of Rumi’s poems.

“Life is a multitude of patterns that rise, fall, and flow together. You taught me that.” She

traced her hands along the book’s spine. “It’s Noor’s turn to find her place and purpose in life. I

know you’ll guide her as you did me.” Shiraz opened the book and lost herself in Rumi’s

compelling verse.

The sound of chimes announced a newcomer. Footsteps echoed in the silent store. The

grandfather clock ticked in the corner, counting every second that remained of her life.

Shiraz closed the book and stared into the stone cold eyes of a killer.

The killer aimed a gun at her. “I put the ‘Closed’ sign up. Let’s go to the back of the store.”

Shiraz grimaced, revulsion evident in her face. “I can’t believe it. All the lies, and the

betrayal. How could you do it?”

The killer spoke with a coldness Shiraz had never heard before. “Easily. Now move. I don’t

have all night.”

She rose and headed toward the small office at the back of the store.

Her enemy held the gun at her back and pushed her into the office.

She stumbled and straightened herself. “I know why you’re here. You shouldn’t have come.”

“Where is the package?”

Shiraz raised her chin. “I don’t know.”

Her enemy slapped her with enough force to knock her head against the bookshelf behind the

desk. Shiraz stumbled and straightened herself. She spat blood, and at that moment the future of

her daughter was all that mattered. Her face flushed. There was a moment of stillness on both

sides, then Shiraz charged her foe. She was no match for her opponent’s strength, but it took her

assailant off guard.

They fell to the floor in a struggle. Shiraz kicked her opponent as hard as she could and

struggled to rise to her feet. Outside, voices rose as thousands of Parisians sang their national

anthem.

The murderer grabbed Shiraz’s ankle and dragged her back down. Shiraz reached out and

grabbed the volume of Rumi’s poems. She knocked her assailant over the head with the book.

“Argh!” her assailant grunted, nonplussed.

Shiraz wobbled to her feet. Her breath hitched as she forced her shaky limbs to move. She

made it halfway to the exit when the murderer grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her

back to the office.

Shiraz’s chest heaved, and her lungs burned as she gulped air.

The killer aimed the gun at her. “I’m in no mood to play games. I’ll ask one more time.

Where is the package?”

Shiraz met her foe’s gaze defiantly, and for an instant, her mouth turned up. “You’ll never

find it.”

Nostrils flared. “Then you’re no use to me.”

Gunshots echoed in the store just as the fireworks at the Trocadero started. Shiraz blinked.

She felt nothing for a few seconds, then fell to the floor as pain gripped her body.

She tried to rise. Her body didn’t cooperate. Her body twitched and convulsed as blood

drained from her wounds. She flung her hand out, trying to reach for the telephone cord a few

feet away. Her vision grew blurry, and her breath came gasps.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when footsteps approached her. A man bent over

her. Shiraz squinted through the haze of pain. It was Morris, her late husband’s friend.

Morris pressed his hands over her wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. He shouted something,

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About the Author


I was born to a diplomat and housewife in Tehran-Iran then whisked across the globe to whatever country my parents had been assigned to. Raised to appreciate various cultures, landscapes, languages, and viewpoints, my life was one grand adventure until a revolution took place in my country and turned our lives upside down. Between then and the age of eighteen I had experienced both the joy, freedom, and magic our world offers as well as wars, deprivation, and oppression. My undergraduate studies were in the Middle East and my post graduate studies were at the Sorbonne University in Paris, France.

So, when did I become a writer? Books had always been my greatest friends, teachers, refuge, and the inspiration to forge my own future. In college I realized I wanted to write engaging mysteries and thrillers. At the same time, I wanted to give readers more than a story. I wanted to share the rich beauty of Persian literature as well as that of other cultures. For that I embarked on a twenty-two-year journey, traveling to various countries, and experiencing life while establishing a successful career. Gabriel McKnight and his first story had been on my mind for several years yet it wasn’t until my mid-forties that I picked up the proverbial pen. The time had come to share my stories.

The next step was making my dream come true. I queried several agents and one glorious day in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic my wonderful literary agent reached out to me with an offer for representation. She took my story to publishers and before I knew it, we had a publishing contract –and here we are.

Today, I live in Oklahoma City, USA with my family and two dogs. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s the power of words. Words can heal, teach, entertain, inspire, and evoke change. I hope you enjoy Gabriel’s adventures as much as I enjoyed writing them.

 

 

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Jingle Bell Love

Sizzling attractions and romance on the sands of Montauk

 Jingle Bell Love

A Montuak Romance Book 2

By P.C. Zick

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 


A man in mourning for his dead wife. A woman unable to trust the opposite sex. Blind date fiascos until they discover one another.


Denny’s wife—the only woman he’s ever loved—died the year before and his friends are intent on finding him a new love. Jill’s first experience with love in college left her skeptical that she would ever be able to find love. Both the widower and the bachelorette hope for a second chance at love.

When Denny and Jill find themselves lustfully drawn to one another, they’re ashamed of their secret encounters. When friends suspect there might be something between them, they disapprove. Unsure of how they feel about one another, the attraction continues. To keep things on the downlow, they hatch a pact to be friends with secret benefits and embark on a hot sexy romance. When those benefits explode into something more than primal urges, one of them breaks the pact, and the whole affair and friendship ends up unraveling as the holiday season approaches. This steamy romance jingles all the bells for the Christmas season.

GUEST POST

Things I’m passionate about today

I’m working on a huge project these days. It’s an off and on passion project. I’ve written an outline—which is unusual for me—and have several chapters roughed out. It’s set in two different time periods with parallel themes. I tried going back and forth between those two eras at first then read what Barbara Kingsolver said about writing in the past and present. She advised to write one time period first, and then write the next one. They can be combined after that.

So, my era begins in the Gilded Age in Baltimore and ends after the Spanish Flu pandemic in Philadelphia. I’m deep into my research of that time period now and often find myself going down “rabbit holes” as I unearth interesting tidbits. The characters are set and the plot plotted. It’s the details that are taking time. I lived through the second time period—the lead-up to the COVID pandemic and beyond. I’ve learned that there are so many parallels between the pandemic of 1918 and the one of 2020.

Whether I am able to complete this giant manuscript or not matters little to me. I am enjoying the research and the plotting. And as I’ve learned in my life, satisfying myself as a writer is the most important step in pleasing readers.

I Write Therefore I Am

I tell stories. It’s always been that way for me. I don’t simply go to the grocery store. I live a short story. First, there’s the background. “I drove the truck because the car was out of gas.” Then the conflict. “I parked next to a sports car taking up two spaces.” The climax. “When I hopped out of the truck, the sports car owner came running up with a cart and rammed it into the back of truck because I’d parked too close to his precious Lamborghini.” The resolution. “He apologized profusely when I pointed to the lines on the pavement and gave me the name of his lawyer so I could buy a new truck.”

One of two things happens as a result of my irrefutable penchant for storytelling. Those who know me best don’t ask about the details of my life, or if they do, they grab a beer and a bag of popcorn. Then they ask.

What else could I do but write fiction? One time a friend, in a rather annoyed voice, asked, “Can’t you ever just shut it down?”

No, I can’t. Therefore, I write. And, therefore, I am.

I consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world. I work at my passion.

And as always, I tell stories. Did I tell you the one about meeting my new neighbor for the first time? Don’t ask, or I will.

EXCERPT

THE MUSIC BLARED FROM the speakers when Denny entered Last Call. The pulsing beat perked him up and removed any regrets he’d had earlier about showing up. It would be good to see his friends. He needed a break from work and from missing Sara. And it would be nice to go out with friends rather than with a woman who couldn’t carry on a conversation. The date with Barbie lingered, and not in a pleasant way.

“We wondered if you’d make it,” Colt said when Denny joined him and Haley at the bar. “And you beat everyone else. Good job.”

Haley gave him a hug. “How are you, Denny? How did the date go the other night?”

Denny and Colt both groaned as an answer. 

“I don’t understand. My cousin recommended her so highly.”

“She just wasn’t my type, Haley. I’m doubtful there’s anyone out there who’s my type, so I’m done.”

“But don’t give up, old man,” Colt patted him on the back. “You just haven’t met the right one yet.”

“I’m taking a break, remember? Even Jeff agreed to back off.”

Colt slapped his forehead. “I forgot, but just in case, I brought you something.” Colt reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out several small square packages. Denny stared at them and wondered why Colt was carrying around condoms.

“Why do you need those?” Denny asked. 

“I don’t, but you do.” Colt put them in the pocket of Denny’s blue shirt. “We get these by the caseloads to take with us to the villages. A delivery came today, and I thought of you. No need to thank me.”

Denny laughed. “If I have to wait for my friends to fix me up with a worthwhile woman, I won’t need these for a very long time. And now that I’ve sworn off dating, these are going to rot.”

“Better to be safe,” Colt said. “You never know when something might happen. I’d hate for you to miss an opportunity just because you weren’t prepared.”

Denny turned to look at the woman who now stood next to him. Jill, Kiley’s friend and money handler. They had met only a few times before, but Denny had liked her immediately. 

“Jill, I didn’t know you were in town,” Denny said. “Good to see you.”

“Hi there. I just got here today.” Jill greeted them all with a big smile. He’d never noticed what a lovely grin she had. But she looked different.

“Did you do something with your hair?” he asked. 

Jill laughed. “You’re very observant. I guess it’s been a few months since we’ve seen one another. I’m letting it go back to my natural color. Platinum was too much. I’m almost thirty after all.” 

Again, that smile as the rest of them laughed.

“I like it.” Then he turned to his beer. He hadn’t meant to say that. But she looked so damn sexy in a denim skirt a few inches above her knees and a red stripe top that outlined her breasts and dipped just enough to see her cleavage. He needed to get a grip before he lost his mind completely and kissed her.

“How have you been?” Jill asked quietly when they were settled. “It’s been almost a year, right?”

He nodded. “Next month. I’m surviving. The worst part has been the concern of my friends.” When Jill gave him a puzzled look, he plunged ahead. “They’re all intent on fixing me up on dates. So far, they’ve all been disasters.”

“I can relate to that. To avoid Kiley and my mother pestering me to get out more, I started online dating this past year. After my last date, I’ve sworn off it.”

“That bad? Same thing here. My last date did it for me, too. I didn’t realize there were so many empty-headed women out there. No offense because that certainly doesn’t fit you.”

“None taken, if you don’t mind me saying that there are some pretty lame guys as well. I think I’ve had a date with all of them.”

For the first time in more than a year, Denny felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders. It would be all right. And suddenly, the woman next to him with the dark blonde hair curling softly around her jaw aroused in him feelings he hadn’t had since long before Sara died. He tried not to look at her chest as she leaned toward him. She gave his arm a squeeze, which sent a shiver down his spine.

When she rose and headed for the back of the bar, he followed her. 



Love on the Wind



EXCERPT

KILEY DROVE OUT TO Long Island on Saturday morning in the rental car the studio provided whenever she needed it. She put down the top on the BMW, excited to be driving on one of those rare, cloudless days of endless blue sky. At eight o’clock, the temperature was a lovely seventy degrees and rising steadily. She was glad she’d thrown in her new bikini at the last minute, along with a gauzy see-through sundress for wearing over the bathing suit. She loved to dress like an old hippie with lots of lace and wispy material that seemed to float on the air. When she worked, she mostly dressed down because her show took her on adventures not usually chosen by the average tourist. She hiked through rain forests, floated down crocodile infested rivers, and climbed rugged mountains free of cleared paths. She loved it, but she also liked taking off the hiking boots and thick protective socks and running barefoot on the beach. She wouldn’t mind racing naked over the dunes, but she’d heard the beaches on the eastern end of the island could be rocky. Not to mention, crowded.

So now she followed Route 27, the Sunrise Highway, to the eastern end of Long Island to East Hampton, where the community of Montauk plunked itself down right on the Atlantic Ocean as a hamlet on the dunes. The Montauk Lighthouse, still in operation as the fifth largest working lighthouse in the United States, dominated the end of Montauk Point, sitting high on a dune guarding and protecting the hamlet. She felt herself relax as the miles flew by, hoping to make it to Taylor’s well before noon.

She almost missed the turn off for the house and made a sharp right turn a little too fast. Her tires spun in the sand of the beach road, and she lost control as the BMW turned sideways. She worked hard to turn the wheel, not paying attention to anything else on the road. When she’d corrected it and straightened out the wheels, she looked up too late to see a Jeep Cherokee in front of her driving much slower than she was. She tried to brake, but it was too late. She barreled right into the back of the vehicle, bringing them both to a halt.

“What the hell are you doing?” a dude dressed in shorts and a tank top yelled as he jumped out of the Jeep. “You’re driving too fast down this road.”

She got out of the driver’s seat, afraid to look at the damage. Instead, she looked up into angry brown eyes as the man approached her. If he wasn’t so angry, he’d be handsome. But now she needed to focus.

“I guess I lost control.”

“Obviously.” He nearly growled at her.

“It was an accident,” she meekly offered as she approached the front of her vehicle.

“Again, obviously. I’d hate to think what might have happened if you’d meant to hit us.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she fought them back. No need to give this guy any more ammunition.

“Is everyone all right?” she asked when she realized angry dude was a passenger in the backseat, which meant more people were riding inside.

“Yes, they’re fine.” As he spoke, the front doors of the Jeep opened. Another good-looking man jumped out of the driver’s side, and a female out the other.

“What’s the damage?” the driver asked as he approached the rear of his car.

“Not much that I can see,” angry dude said. “I think that we might have lucked out.”

“I’m so sorry,” Kiley said. “I was trying to get control of my car in this sand, and I didn’t see you in front of me.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m Colt by the way. This is Haley, and this is Jeff.” He pointed his thumb at the one who’d been so mean to her.

“I’m Kiley.” She held out her hand to Colt and then Haley. She decided not to press her luck with the one called Jeff. He was still glaring at her.

“I know you,” Haley said. “I’ve seen your show, Aroma Roads.

“Yup, that’s where you’ve probably seen me.” She turned to Colt. “Your name is Colt? That’s funny because I’m visiting a friend here this weekend who has a brother named Colt—pretty distinctive name.”

He laughed. “It’s an unusual name, unless you’re a horse. I’m surprised there’d be another Colt out on this road, so who’s your friend?”

“Taylor Bennett.”

He laughed again. “Well, that is a coincidence, because I have a sister with the same name. You must be the friend she said was coming out this weekend.”

“That’s great—I mean, it’s not the best way to meet my weekend roomies, now is it?”

“Just be more careful next time,” angry dude said. “You could have done real damage.”

“Yes, sir.” She gave a mock salute hoping to be funny, but his scowl deepened. Too bad he was so damn attractive. She could tell he worked out because his tight tank only accentuated his broad shoulders and firm pecs, revealing arms that were muscular and thick. She almost licked her lips, but the disgust written across his face stopped her cold.




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Thursday, December 19, 2024

Wind From the Abyss

 Estri’s life is shattered. Her name, her memories, her past—gone. Pulled into a world of cosmic intrigue and divine manipulation, she must navigate a realm where gods test her resolve.

 

Wind From the Abyss

The Silistra Quartet Book 3

By Janet Morris

Genre: Dystopian SciFi Fantasy Adventure

 


Dystopia. Novel series #2 of 4. Fantasy. Science fiction. Allegory. Political.


Wind from the Abyss is the third volume in Janet Morris' classic Silistra Quartet, continuing one woman's quest for self-realization in a distant tomorrow.

Aristocrat. Outcast. Picara. Slave. Ruler ....

She is descended from the masters of the universe. To hold her he challenges the gods themselves.

Praise for Janet Morris' Silistra Quartet:

"The amazing and erotic adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in tomorrow's universe." -- Fred Pohl

"Engrossing characters in a marvelous adventure." -- Charles N. Brown, Locus Magazine.

The best single example of prostitution used in fantasy is Janet Morris' Silsitra series." -- Anne K. Kahler, The Picara: From Hera to Fantasy Heroine.

This Perseid Press Author's Cut Edition is revised and expanded by the author and presented in a format designed to enhance your reading experience with larger, easy-to-read print, more generous margins, and covers designed for these premium editions.

INTERVIEW

What is something unique/quirky about you?

I breed Morgan horses. I consult with Morgan breeders to help them choose breeding combinations to achieve a desired result.

I am also a song writer; I play bass guitar with my husband Chris who sings and plays guitar. We have an album on MCA records. Look for Christopher Crosby Morris on Soundcloud or N1M.com

Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?

I wrote my first novel, High Couch of Silistra in 1975; a friend sent it to an agent who chose to represent me; I had already written the second book in the Silistra Quartet and my agent told me not to disclose that until they finalized the contract for the first one. When the publisher learned of the others, Bantam Books bought the succeeding three. When the fourth book was published, the series already had four million copies in print. Suddenly I was a novelist specializing in environmental, gender, historical and political subjects. In the process, Chris became my editor and ultimately a co-writer. Since then, we have co-authored many books.

Who is your hero and why?

Heraclitus of Ephesus, a pre-socratic philosopher, whose Cosmic Fragments foreshadow our knowledge of reality and how to perceive it. Among his precepts is the statement that change alone is unchanging. I’ve worked Heraclitus’ fragments in here and there throughout our books.

Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie?

All of them. I write cinematically, our books are vivid adventures I undertake without knowing the destination.  I, the Sun, The Sacred Band, and Outpassage are particularly suited to film. The Threshold Series is a feast of opportunities for today’s special effects creators.

What inspired you, to write Wind from the Abyss?

The Silistra series was a unique departure for me and it included issues of women’s rights in the 70’s before Handmaid’s Tale.

Convince us why you feel Wind from the Abyss is a must read.

The Silistra series in which Wind from the Abyss is book 3 blazed a new trail in science fiction and fantasy, many critics saying that I had created a new pantheon of warrior women giving rise to heroines like Xena. Today it is more important than ever for everyone to accept women in leadership roles and I would like to think we had something to do with gaining them more recognition.

Who designed your book covers?

Most of my covers, including Wind from the Abyss, are realized by Roy Mauritsen, a gifted graphic artist.

Advice to writers?

As for advice to writers, here is all I know: write the story you want to read. Start at the beginning, go to the end, and stop. Seriously. From start to finish you must inhabit the construct in a manner that makes the reader choose to continue; if I, as the writer, can’t feel what it’s like being there, my readers can’t either. So close your eyes, look at your feet where they are standing on the story’s ground; tell me what you see. Tell me what you hear. Ask at the end of each paragraph ‘what happens next?’. If you lose touch with it, wait until you’re back inside it. Tell the story that comes to you, and from you, to me.


EXCERPT

Since, at the beginning of this tale, I did not recollect myself nor retain even the slightest glimmer of such understanding as would have led me to an awareness of the significance of the various occurrences that transpired at the Lake of Horns then, I am adding this preface, though it was no part of my initial conception, that the meaningfulness of the events described by “Khys’ Estri” (as I have come to think of the shadow-self I was while the dharen held my skills and memory in abeyance) not be withheld from you as they were from me.

I knew myself not: I was Estri because the girl Carth supposedly found wandering in the forest stripped of comprehension and identity chose that name. There, perhaps, lies the greatest irony of all, that I named myself anew after Estri Hadrath diet Estrazi, who in reality I had once been. And perhaps it is not irony at all, but an expression of Khys’ humor, an implicit dissertation by him who structured my experiences, my very thoughts, for nearly two years, until his audacity drove him to bring together once more Sereth crill Tyris, past-Slayer, then the outlawed Ebvrasea, then arrar to the dharen himself; Chayin rendi Inekte, cahndor of Nemar, co-cahndor of the Taken Lands, chosen so of Tar-Kesa, and at that time Khys’ puppet-vassal; and myself, former Well-Keepress, tiask of Nemar, and lastly becoming the chaldless outlaw who had come to judgment and endured ongoing retribution at the dharen’s hands. To test his hesting, his power over owkahen, the time-coming-to-be, did Khys put us together, all three, in his Day-Keeper’s city — and from that moment onward, the Weathers of Life became fixed: siphoned into a singular future; sealed tight as a dead god in his mausoleum, whose every move brought him closer to the sum total, obliteration. So did the dharen Khys bespeak it, himself . . .

 

I. In Mourning for the Unrecollected

The hulion hovered, wings aflap, at the window, butting its black wedge of a head against the pane. Its yellow eyes glowed cruelly, slit-pupiled. Its white fangs, gleaming, were each as long as my forearm.

I screamed. Its tufted ears, flat against its head, twitched. Again and again, toothed mouth open wide, it battered at the window, roaring. Once more I screamed and ran stumbling to the far wall of my prison. I pounded upon the locked doors with my fists, pressing myself against the wood. Sobbing, I turned to face it. The beast’s ears flickered at the sound. Those jaws, which could have snapped me in half, closed. It cocked its head.

I trembled, caught in its gaze. I could retreat no farther. I sank to my knees, moaning, against the door frame.

The beast gave one final snort. Those wings, with a spread thrice the length of a tall man, flapped decisively, and it was gone. When the hulion was no more than a speck in the greening sky, I rose clumsily, shaking, to collect the papers I had strewn across the mat in my terror. They were the arrar Carth’s papers, those he had forgotten in his haste to answer his returning master’s summons.

I knelt upon my hands and knees on the silvery pile, that I might gather the pages and replace them in the tas-sueded folder before Carth returned.

Foolish, I thought to myself, that I had so feared the hulion. It could not have gotten in. I could not get out: It could not get in. Once I had thrown a chair at that impervious clarity. The chair had splintered. With one stout thala leg, as thick as my arm, had I battered upon that window. All I had accomplished was the transformation of chair into kindling. The hulion, I chided myself, could have fared no better.

Hulions, upon occasion, have been known to eat man-flesh. Hulions, furred and winged, fanged and clawed, are the servants of the dharen who rules Silistra. I had had no need to fear. Yet, I thought as I gathered the arrar Carth’s scattered papers, hulions are fearsome. Perhaps if I had been able, as others are, to hear its mind’s intent, I would have felt differently. My fingers, numb and trembling, fumbled for the delicate sheets.

One in particular caught my eye. It was in Carth’s precise hand and headed: “Pre-assessment Monitoring of the Arrar Sereth. Enar Fourth Second, 25,697.”

I had met, once, the arrar Sereth. Upon my birthday, Macara fourth seventh, in the year ’696 had I met him, that night my child had been conceived. I had read of his exploits. He frightened me, killer of killers, enforcer for the dharen, he who wore the arrar: chald of the messenger. Sereth, scarred and lean and taut like some carnivore, who had loved the Keepress Estri, my namesake, and with her brought great change to Silistra in the pass Amarsa, 25,695 — yes, I had met him.


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Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and has since published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. She has contributed short fiction to the shared universe fantasy series Thieves World, in which she created the Sacred Band of Stepsons, a mythical unit of ancient fighters modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. She created, orchestrated, and edited the Bangsian fantasy series Heroes in Hell, writing stories for the series as well as co-writing the related novel, The Little Helliad, with Chris Morris. She wrote the bestselling Silistra Quartet in the 1970s, including High Couch of Silistra, The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss, and The Carnelian Throne. This quartet had more than four million copies in Bantam print alone, and was translated into German, French, Italian, Russian and other languages. In the 1980s, Baen Books released a second edition of this landmark series. The third edition is the Author's Cut edition, newly revised by the author for Perseid Press. Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

Janet says: 'People often ask what book to read first. I recommend "I, the Sun" if you like ancient history; "The Sacred Band," a novel, if you like heroic fantasy; "Lawyers in Hell" if you like historical fantasy set in hell; "Outpassage" if you like hard science fiction; "High Couch of Silistra" if you like far-future dystopian or philosophical novels. I am most enthusiastic about the definitive Perseid Press Author's Cut editions, which I revised and expanded.'

 

 

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Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Waiting For a Girl Like You

My job is to prevent the drama, not be the drama...

 

Waiting For a Girl Like You

By Katie Delahanty

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Women’s Fiction

 


Rule 1: No flirting.

Rule 2: No one can know your real identity.
Rule 3: Nothing can get in the way of the bride’s perfect wedding.

Being a bridesmaid-for-hire doesn’t exactly pay off law school loans, though the job gives Gwendoline Watson time to indulge in her passion: writing for her music platform Shut Up & Sway.

But thirteen subscribers don’t add up to a lucrative career, so Gwen agrees to work overtime at a destination wedding to pay for her cat’s emergency surgery. There could be worse ways to make money—or so Gwen thinks until she lands on the dreamy Italian coast and learns the groom is the first love who broke her heart.

Duncan Avila is a wedding singer with a modern yacht-rock vibe whose voice can make any bridesmaid fall at his feet. Except the one he really wants.

Between hilarious day trips to matchmake the mismatched bride and groom and swoony late-night schemes to help Duncan’s dreams come true, is Gwen destined to always be the bridesmaid in life and love? Or is everything she ever wanted right there in front of her, just waiting for a girl like her?

This delightful rom-com set to a yacht rock playlist will keep you laughing and singing along through the last dance.

 

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Katie never knew she was a writer. As a child, she loved old movies, costumes, fashion, playing dress up, and books. Lots of books. On her quest to play make believe for a living, she decided she wanted to be a fashion designer. After satisfying her practical parents by graduating from UCLA with a BA in Communication Studies, she went on to pursue her design dreams with a Professional Designation in Fashion Design from FIDM. She spent five years helping to design romantic dresses that were sold everywhere from Anthropologie to Nordstrom before an economic downturn led to a career shift and that practical degree came in handy. Now in charge of the ecommerce business for In Bloom Lingerie, she was asked to start the company blog. Not knowing what to write about lingerie, but needing to use bridal keywords, she decided to start a fictional serial about how a girl named Olivia Bloom, who worked for In Bloom Lingerie, became engaged. And that’s when Katie fell in love with storytelling and the path to make believe became clear. She hasn’t looked back since. She is the author of the Brightside Series and the Keystone Series and would love to connect with you at www.KatieDelahanty.com

 

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