Monday, June 18, 2018

Want to know what each one of the 21 novels is about?

Want to know what each one of the 21 novels in Love Under Fire is about? But first, this is about the entire set:

When Love Sparks Danger, Get Ready for an Explosion!

Twenty-one Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and bestselling authors bring you a heart-pounding collection of stories all in one amazing romantic suspense boxed set.

From around the edges of every day existence lurks betrayal, greed, and death. With every turn of the page, feel the heat of adrenaline as fear lights up the night. Fight alongside the tenacious heroes and heroines as they battle for survival. They’ll put everything on the line to thwart the evil coming after them. 

They want to trust in the power of love. But is it enough?

The mission changed. Her cover is blown. With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, what can she do to survive?

RUN for your life
Medical thrillers that chill the heart...

Cold Red

Lily's Homecoming Under Fire

Monsters in my Closet
Can Becky keep her secrets?

The Turning
The Witches of Storm Island, Book I 

Two Hearts Under Fire
Can two wounded hearts under fire survive love?

Running with Horses
Moving horses on their annual journey from her grandfather’s ranch to the high country comes just in time as Mindy Murphy and her coffee date witness a murder at a Mojave Desert cafe.

Diamonds and Lies
When murder upends a diamond heist, can the jewel thief trust the mark who vows to protect her?

Tender Enemies
When Lily sets up a spy trap, she faces great danger––of falling in love.

Baja Get Away
Sometimes Love is Murder.

Virtually Lace
Michael creates a virtual reality simulation of the murder. Can he solve it in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves?

The Haunting of Hillwood Farm
A dangerous ghost brings them together...but will they survive long enough to find happiness?

Ace Under Fire
Can this bad boy make a comeback to save an old flame?

Reign Of Fire 
To expose a faction threatening America’s democracy, Emily joins forces with a detective investigating her sister’s murder, but she never expected to fall in love––or to encounter her twin’s ghost.

Code Enforcer
Can they overcome their painful pasts—and a murder investigation—to find happiness together?

Deception Bay
She’s armed. He’s dangerous. Together, can they stop a killer from tearing a small island community apart?

The Asylum
A Carmen Garcia romantic suspense novel
Carmen has a secret, and his name is Dr. Micah Worthy. 

Chasing Secrets
Her husband's secret is priceless. Her attempts to retrieve it could be deadly.

Summer of ‘78
Susan Evenbright, pledges to make her last summer in Texas a killer one.

Buckle Bunny
The last guy to call Maggie a buckle bunny didn’t make his eight seconds.

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Saturday, June 16, 2018

Can he tell, somehow, who I am?

The old man calls my name, and I advance in the darkness in the direction of his voice, bumping against a shelf here, a bench there. First, near the entrance, I touch the cold surface of an hourglass, nearly tipping it over. A leather scroll drops down accidentally and spreads across my path. Meanwhile the wind is flapping, slapping across the canvas, a bird comes squawking overhead, and with every step I can hear a sound that is even higher than all that: my heart, racing wildly. 
At last I reach his bed, above which I can see two open tears in the canvas. Slanting down from there are two long rays, the rays of morning light, the glare of which beams down directly upon his eyes, his odd, blind eyes. 
The eyelids are so fine, the little veins so delicate, so transparent, that in a flash I begin to worry. Can I fool him—or am I making a fool of myself? Can he see, even vaguely? Can he tell, somehow, who I am, perhaps by the slightness of my frame, or the general shape of my shoulders? 
Naturally, I have to test it. So I raise my Esav arm, the one with the hairy sleeve. I raise it with the thought of bringing it down upon him in one fell swoop, right next to his cheek, and stopping just short of a slap. Would he flinch? Would he give a flutter? My hand flies up. I freeze. But then, an incredible thing happens. You would not believe it—I do not believe it myself! I cannot, for the life of me, control it any further.
At first I figure that the old man must have cast some spell over me. By all accounts, he is a master of scriptures and can recite magical chants in a number of ancient languages. I stand there, with my arm frozen in the air over him, and with my eyes burning in their sockets as if to drill a hole in him. But nothing seems to have changed: he does not squirm, nor does he stir under my gaze. And so, little by little, I grow calmer. 
My muscles start to relax and then, of its own accord, my limb comes down to rest at my side. I lay a hand on him and, quite casually, brush against his skin to make sure he feels me. 
“Esav,” he says. “My dear child.”

Excerpt from A Favorite Son

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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Too bad you never got to say goodbye

He pulled the curtains shut and turned on the desk lamp. Now I could see his mustache, lit from below, the tip of his nose, glistening, and over it, and the hairy edges of his eyebrows. They crawled on his forehead, gathering into a sharp pleat. His eyes, however, were sunk in the dark—but even so, I recognized him now: this was one of the officers to whom I had shown my dad’s letter, in which he had told me about his illness, letting me know it was terminal. Because of it, they had granted me permission, four months ago, for an urgent leave, so I could fly to New York to see him one last time.
I stood in attention until he said, “At ease, corporal.”
I relaxed a bit, but was still perplexed about the reason for his visit.
“Your father,” said Captain Smith. “How is he?”
Shaking my head, “He’s gone, sir,” I said, with a sudden catch in my throat. “Buried before I arrived.”
“Too bad you never got to say goodbye,” he said. 
“Yes, sir,” I said briskly, because this was becoming too personal. “Too bad about that.”
Then he added, “You did meet the rest of your family, did you? How’s your Uncle, what’s his name, Shmeel? And oh, how’s your girlfriend?”
His questions seemed casual. They sounded like social niceties, which obviously, they were not. Every word coming out of his mouth gave me a strange feeling—oh, how could I begin to express it?—a feeling that somehow, he knew too much of what had happened to me back home. 
Perhaps he wanted to prove to me that hiding anything from him would be futile, because he had already learned everything there was to know about me. 
I discarded that notion, thinking it crazy, and set aside the knife.
“For you, corporal,” he noted, pointing at it, “that’s the wrong weapon.”
“Is it?” I asked. “And what’s the right one?”
“A pen.”
“I hear that you want to be a writer.”
“Who told you that, sir?” 
Without missing a beat, he answered by asking, “Well, Lenny? Is it true?”
“No, sir,” I lied. “It’s all fiction.”
“That,” he said, “is just what I’m asking of you.”
“What, exactly?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Can we speak frankly?”
“Please do, sir.”
“Are you satisfied with your military service, I mean, the duties assigned to you?” he demanded, and immediately raised his hand to stop me from responding. “Don’t bother. I think I already know the answer to that.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said, under my breath.
He gave a thin smile, which was barely visible under his mustache. “Not much glory in running a courier service for the embassy, is there, corporal?”
I said nothing, because in my mind, nothing was the least committed way to agree with him.
“I’m here to point you to a different way to serve,” he said. “A more exciting one, for sure. Not only will it be a perfect fit with your skills but also more gratifying, as it’ll contribute quite significantly to the war effort.”
“I’m listening.”
“Help us fool the enemy. The Germans suspect, with good reason, that we’re planning an invasion of occupied France across the English Channel. We need them to wait for us at the wrong place. This is where you come in.”

Lenny in Dancing with Air

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Monday, June 11, 2018

Indeed a thriller

Just found a short & sweet review for my WWII thriller, Marriage before Death:

on June 7, 2018
I was captivated from the first page. I could not read fast enough to quench my curiosity. I recommend it highly.

I recalled the stories my dad had told me

For a moment, I recalled the stories my dad had told me about trench warfare, dating back to his service in the First World War. Unprotected from rain, snow, and cold, many of the trenches had been continually flooded, exposing the troops to frostbites. With swollen feet, he had waded through water, surrounded by a multitude of frogs and faced with the nightmarish sight of red slugs and beetles with weird horns, all wriggling along the ledges. And then, the rats... Large and utterly fearless, they had invaded the foxholes. Feeding upon the dead had made them contemptuous of the living. 
I stretched out as best I could at the bottom of my trench and relaxed into feeling lucky. Of course, Natasha would be horrified to learn that my temple had been grazed, earlier that day, by a bullet—but unlike what my father had gone through, my discomfort was not amplified by the ravages of winter.
The mound just ahead of me was in bloom. It was springtime. For that, and for the rustle of her letter in my breast pocket, which brought her closer to me, I felt grateful.

Lenny in Marriage before Death

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"Uvi Poznansky, a master story-teller, captures the sights, sounds and smells of World War II France, bringing them to life with an imaginative plot, excellent writing, a mastery of fine detail and the creation of imagery in her scenes. She draws you into the story as though you were there, experiencing what Lenny and Natasha experience.
Bill Cronin, Author

Wonderful Book!

Just found this great, in-depth review of my Historical Fiction book, A Peek at Bathsheba:

on June 11, 2018
This is my first book by Uni Poznansky and it won’t be my last. I confess to not knowing much about Israel’s history but this book was very easy to read and follow.

A Peek at Bathsheba is the tale of David and Bathsheba. We see David’s lust for a married woman and his craving for what he doesn’t have or necessarily need. But even with all of his wives and possessions, it’s Bathsheba that he wants the most.

David would rather focus on his harem of wives and poetry then with politics and his kingdom. He is a man of many words, but not always the words needed for a ruler or even the words that Bathsheba really wants him to say to her.

There were so many sayings and lines that stood out to me, but one of my favorite and what seemed to set the tone for the whole book for me was: “Instead I should focus on other things, such as ruling, studying the law, and trying to uphold it, which is a complicated task for me, especially because of one particular commandment. You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his manservant or maidservant, his ox or donkey or anything that belongs to your neighbor.”

This book shows the struggles of a man to be a king, a husband, and a father. I highly recommend this book!

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Melancholy Memories

Just discovered this beautiful review for the audiobook edition of The Music of Us:


Aurora Dawn

 Melalncholy Memories 

Overall  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
5 out of 5 stars
Performance  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
5 out of 5 stars
Story  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
5 out of 5 stars
Reviewed: 02-19-18
Framed by the departure of his son for Italy and an appointment for his ailing wife's medical tests, a man remembers back to happier days when he first met and fell in love. Beautifully told. Natasha is beautiful, innocent and, even as a 16 year old, a melancholy soul, beautifully crafted by the author's loving touch. Lenny is brash, and funny and eternally hopeful, and the America they are set in, early in WWII is a world that is portrayed with a lyrical language that is at once beautiful and dream like - a world that can only exist in that "still life" the title refuses to.
Like the other books in this series, Natasha and Lenny's story is one every lover of great literature should read.