Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Thank you to all the enthusiastic readers who make it happen

My author rank has climbed even higher thanks to the success of Love Under Fire, just released! Thank you to all the enthusiastic readers who make it happen!!!

Monday, November 12, 2018

Not that I was looking for love. Far from it.

I know, I know.
I shouldn’ta been there in the first place. 
Even as I crawled onto that barstool at the Giggling Marlin, “…looking for love in all the wrong places”—my favorite line from one of my film favs, Urban Cowboy—ear-wormed its way into my head despite a bajillion decibels of Mexican pop music blaring from huge speakers. 
Been there, done that, failed hard.
Not that I was on the prowl for another future ex. Far from it. I was after a cold beer or six to drown my misery. Love stinks, anyhow. 
It wasn’t as though the popular Cabo San Lucas bar wasn’t familiar to me; it was my hangout. My, “Where everyone—at least the regulars and bartenders—know my name,” joint. And what with the American media and even the State Department warning tourists of gang warfare, and the kidnapping, drugging, rape, and even murder of foreign visitors to Mexican resorts, I picked the Marlin to blot out my sorrows. A place where I was known. 
As a part-time bartender at an upscale resort, I was tuned into all the local scuttlebutt on where to drink and, more importantly, where not to. 
My main gig in Cabo was hawking timeshares to tourists. Yep, I’m that annoying person. However, because I never quite mastered the art of luring tourists into purchasing a piece of paradise by offering them a free breakfast and quick tour of whatever place we were pushing, I probably ran up the worst sales track record in the whole of the Baja peninsula. 
My boyfriend, Barry, swore I couldn’t sell icebergs in Saudi. Luckily, he’s my boss. 
Make that EX: both boyfriend and boss.
I’d learned that EX part about an hour before crawling onto that barstool at the Giggling Marlin. I should have smelled a skunk when Barry, the cheapskate, uncharacteristically took me to an upscale restaurant that didn’t comp him. Concerned that he was going to do something stupid, like propose marriage, I’d obsessed over a suitable answer all day. Something diplomatic enough to delay a commitment until I could find another place to live and secure a new job. I’m romantic that way. 
However, contrary to my expectations, the jerk plied me with fine food and wine and pronounced me dumped and fired. 
Jeez, he could have waited until after dessert.
My disastrous dinner date with Barry explained why I was spiffed-up in a shortish sundress, espadrilles, and sported a smattering of face paint when I mounted my favorite barstool at the Marlin, instead of wearing my usual uniform of shorts and a tee shirt. 
My normally wild hair was somewhat tamed into an Evita-like do, or had at least started the evening that way. Cabo’s humidity had other ideas and I could practically hear the sprong! of tendrils busting loose. 
Pushing to half-standing on the barstool’s foot-rings, I steadied myself on the sticky wooden bar top with one hand while snatching a napkin from the server’s station. Dabbing my eyes and cheeks, I checked for mascara smudges. Why, I have no idea, because I had yet to shed a single tear over Barry, the blackguard. I’d cry for myself, and maybe Argentina, later—after I’d rendered myself properly sloshed. I was already halfway there.
“Enrique, Pacifico, por favor,” I yelled above the music. Within minutes, a galvanized bucket with six unopened pony bottles artistically arranged in a mound of ice arrived in front of me, along with a plate of cut limes. Even though a bottle opener was attached to the bucket, I pulled my key ring from my purse and used the one attached to it. I’d lived in Mexico for enough years to know it paid to watch out for those dastardly amoebas lingering on publicly used…anything. And those lime slices? Lord only knew where those limes had been.
A guy slid onto the barstool next to me and let out a snort loud enough to be heard over the musical din. “You always carry your own opener?”
“You ever mind your own bidness?” I snarled.
He gave me a lopsided grin, raised his own beer in a salute, and sucked down half of it. Corona? Spare me! A friggin’ tourist. Obviously one who had been overserved enough that he didn’t recognize a blatant invitation to buzz off when he heard one. 
As he leaned in closer, a hint of aftershave titillated my nose. It had been a long while since I’d smelled it, and I suffered a moment of homesickness. I almost said something to him, but then, of course, he ruined the moment. “Let me guess, Red. You’re a Texan?”
I considered eviscerating him with my handy bottle opener when a cheer arose near the dance floor. He stood, turned away from me, and took a couple of steps toward the hubbub. Little did he know his curiosity probably saved him from a couple of stitches, what with the mood I was in. 
As he moved away, I couldn’t help but notice he was tall, maybe six-two to my five-six, and his sandy-reddish hair with scattered strands of gray brushed his shirt collar. Tourist, for sure. Locals who hang out at the Marlin don’t wear shirts with collars. And they danged sure don’t look or smell like this hunk. 
I mentally slapped myself upside the head. BAD Becky!

Excerpt from Baja Getaway
By Jinx Schwartz
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Saturday, November 10, 2018

All That Glitters

Lovely review for my historical Fiction novel (with a modern twist) A Peek at Bathsheba:

November 4, 2018
In this second book of the David Chronicles, King David, now firmly ensconced on his throne, finally has everything he wanted, but things don't go exactly as he had imagined and, by the end of the book, he is older, wiser and much sadder than he was at the beginning.
Told in Poznansky's distinctive style, the story is a lyrical delight, granting David a frank honesty the Old Testament never would have dared and interweaving brief passages of the original text with the author's eloquent, entrancing style. This is a David you won't find in the Bible and a kingdom that sometimes feels almost modern.
Well written and worth your time.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

I loved the characters

A short and sweet review for my Romantic Suspense novel, Dancing with Air:

November 5, 2018
A wonderful and excellent romantic WW II novel.
I loved the characters. A wonderful story between two people who have faults but their love is stronger.

Monday, November 5, 2018

My heart went into overdrive until I talked it back

Chaos reigned. More men were fleeing the compound than were rushing inside. I rushed forward, but based on my mental picture of the basic layout and the smell of gas in the air, I guessed the explosion came from the kitchen at the back of the main house. If I remembered correctly, there was a service entrance there for food and supply delivery. God bless, Bella mia.
I veered away from the front door and ran toward the side of the house and hoped to hell I could make it to the back service entrance without anyone stopping me—and without anyone following me. Because there was a damn good chance I’d find Isabella there. Somewhere. Maybe driving a truck escaping down the service driveway to freedom.
That was the best-case scenario and when I rounded the corner, staying away from the hot burning building, I realized she would be lucky if she got out. The back wall where I swore the kitchen would have been according to the plans I saw, had been blown to bits. Fire and rubble filled my vision and my heart went into overdrive until I talked it back, remembered the mantra, the training to keep a cool head when everything around you was going to hell.
Men were shouting, wielding weapons. I lifted mine in case anyone got any ideas. Then I heard the cracking sound. Ammunition. The fire had gotten to an ammunition store.

Excerpt from Ace Under Fire
By Stephanie Queen
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Sunday, November 4, 2018

Can it really be her?

A short and sweet review for my WWII spy thriller, Marriage before Death:

November 2, 2018
WWII, love must be out on hold so he can go fight. Then he sees the picture of the French spy, can it really be her? It can't be her, she is across the ocean. Or is she?

Saturday, November 3, 2018

A Deeply Emotional Journey Of Love And Loss.

Lovely review for my WWII love story, The Music of Us:

November 2, 2018
An amazing tale of love, strength and commitment, The Music of Us is an incredibly emotional and moving portrayal of Lenny and Natasha’s journey through life.
When successful pianist Natasha begins exhibiting the signs of Early Onset Alzheimer's, Lenny takes us back to the past, when he first met Natasha, detailing the events which kept throwing them together. Their poignant love story is told with heart and humor, an account of two people who are fated to be together, detailing their love and loss, covering the years from the Second World War to Vietnam and into the seventies. Giving the reader an accurate sense of the world as it was back then, the well-chosen details provided by the author will take you back in time, along with Lenny.
As the Alzheimer’s starts taking over their lives, Lenny’s dedication to Natasha makes him try anything to bring pieces of her memory back, and the love and commitment he has for both her and their marriage is truly touching.
And I can certainly relate to the story since my own grandfather died in his early sixties from complications resulting from Early Onset Alzheimer’s, while my father is currently battling the disease.
As with every piece of art created by Uvi, The Music of Us is wrought from the heart, and will take you on hauntingly emotional journey of love and loss.
🎼Five Stars!

Thursday, November 1, 2018

King Davids Memoirs for the Modern Age Vol 1


Joseph Mahoney

Golden Valley, AZ USA

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King Davids Memoirs for the Modern Age Vol 1 

Overall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 
5 out of 5 stars
Performance  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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5 out of 5 stars
Reviewed: 11-01-18

Rise to Power: The David Chronicles, Volume 1 by Uvi Poznansky. The narration is provided by David George. Many people that know nothing of religion know of the tale of David and Goliath. This is that David. This is the man in his elders years remembering his life and how he came to power. For those that fear an audiobook preaching religion to them, this performance is not that. This is more of a modern re-telling as David recounts his life and deeds. Told in Ms. Poznansky’s beautiful lyrical prose that flows amazingly from the narrator.

King David recounts his youthful days in the court of King Saul through his Rise to Power told only the amazing way the Ms. Poznansky can tell a story. Ms. Pozanansky has taken a basis in biblical fact and tradition and expanded it into a greater story. Enriching the world and characters by filling in gaps in the biblical narrative. This story held my attention through the entire performance. I was very familiar with the story of David but still was highly entertained and enjoyed the way David characters complex personality and his internal struggle with himself and others are portrayed. The narration by Mr. George was simply outstanding. His characters were enjoyable and his David was amazing. Mr. George made changes in David’s voicing as he ages that was subtle but showed a truly impressive attention to detail. The audiobook was produced by Ms. Uvi Poznansky. The entire production was crisp and clear through the entire performance. I was given this free review copy audiobook at my request and have voluntarily left this review.

Monday, October 29, 2018

To her horror, the beam of a flashlight shined on her

As light filled the bedroom, Mia awoke with a start. Confused and disoriented, she looked around the room, and then her flight to her Aunt’s farm flooded into her mind. The light in the room flickered. She glanced at her watch on the nightstand—3:37 a.m. Hearing a car engine outside, she assumed Andy had finally arrived, so she hurried to the window. A black sedan moved down the lane. Andy always drove trucks, but Mia figured he switched vehicles in order to get out of the city. The car stopped near the porch. She frowned. Andy always parked behind the house.
Two men stepped out of the vehicle. One wore a shoulder holster with the handgrip of pistol clearly visible.
A chill swept through Mia’s body. Trembling, she slipped on her jogging suit and shoes, and tucked her pistol in the waistband. As she crept down the stairs, someone pounded on the door. Through the shear front curtains, she saw another set of headlights pulling down the lane.
Aware of several places she could hide undetected in the barn, Mia stealthily moved to the back door as pounding on the front door continued. She slowly unlocked the door. Before opening it, she peered out a window and scanned the area behind the house. Not seeing anyone, she opened the door and edged out onto the back porch, closing the door behind her. Hurrying to the closest tree, Mia scooted behind it. After surveying the yard again, she began to run toward the barn. On her way, she leapt over a pile of dirt.
Instead of clearing it, she tumbled into a four foot hole. Trying to regain her bearings and hurting from her fall, she sat up. As she wiped the loose dirt from her face, to her horror, the beam of a flashlight shined on her.

Excerpt from Diamonds and Lies
By Inge-Lise Goss
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Friday, October 26, 2018

Quick, let’s put her out of her misery

Here is an art piece I have been working on for the last couple of weeks. It started as a watercolor and went wild from there. I think of the area at the left edge of the paper as an organic extension of the painting, even though it is not painted. This part grew into shape by cutting out the paper to create a lace-like design.

One of the ideas that ran through my mind was focusing on an ear (can you find it here?) because the sense of hearing is what I focus on in my new novel, Coma Confidential. Since my protagonist is in coma, she can perceive what is going on around her only through two senses: smell and hearing. This imposes a unique discipline on me, to avoid describing any visual input in her condition, unless it is a memory that dawns on her, or else a morphine-induced hallucination.

And, there is also another challenge. How do you develop a story, and keep the action going, as well as the tension, when the protagonist is utterly passive, because of a violent incident in her recent past, which she is yet to recall?

Here is an excerpt, written in Ashley's voice:

Betty isn’t supposed to be here at this time of night, well past visiting hours. But there, there is her voice, whispering to someone out in the corridor, “So? What you waiting for?”
For a bit, I hesitate to believe my ears. But just in case she’s real, I shut my eyelids and freeze. The last part doesn’t take much effort.
Her perfume, heavy as it is, carries over the threshold. Oh yes, now I’m convinced. It’s real all right! As I recall, Betty was arrested not too long ago for shoplifting at Macy’s. When it comes to stealing, she has a decidedly expensive taste: Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle Eau de Parfum, no less. 
Rumors have it that because this was a repeated offense, she was not only given a heavy fine but also thrown in jail, only to be bailed out a day later by some rich old uncle. The rich part I believe, not so much the old uncle part, because besides hanging out with petty criminals, Betty has a habit of attracting men well past their prime who are anything but family.
“Well?” she repeats, in her sexiest alto voice. “We must be quick.”
“Oh, I do not know,” says a male voice, thickly laden with hesitation.  
I think I’ve heard him before, during the change of guards outside my room. He drags his vowels slowly, in what sounds like a Russian accent. 
Betty is impatient with him. “You don’t know? What is there to know? Let’s just finish her off.”
At that, I shudder. Luckily, this is evident only around the tip of my pinky toe.
“Vell,” he says. “Sure, I have to clean up the mess I left with this girl. But you, vat do you have against her?”
“I hate her,” says Betty. “She has that smirk on her face—even now, see?—like she’s so much better, so much smarter than me.”
“Vat are you talking about?” he asks. “This girl, she can not smirk, can not even breathe—”
“Then, let’s put her out of her misery.”

Cutout of a watercolor and charcoal painting.

Monday, October 22, 2018

Move and you’re dead

Part of Emily craved the suspense, the thrill of being thrust into the middle of a real-life murder mystery. The intensity drew her in, displacing her grief and allowing her to push reality into the corners of her mind where the need to deal with Alyssa’s death silently slept. But now, as she hovered alone in this sterile cold hospital room, she smelled the stench of death slithering around her.
Shivering, she buried her head into the tear-dampened pillow. Memories fluttered through her mind, mingling with visions and haunted by dreams. She barely heard the nurse enter her room then fiddle with the machines monitoring her vital signs, and she hoped they wouldn’t disturb the ghosts vying for her attention.
When the door slammed open Emily jerked forward, her back ridged.
Ash stood at the entrance, legs splayed and pistol drawn, pointing directly at her.
Frozen in place, she tried to speak but nothing came out. She glared, pulse racing, as her thoughts spun to make sense of what her heart told her couldn’t be true.
“Move and you’re dead.”

Excerpt from Reign of Fire
By Casi McClean
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Saturday, October 20, 2018

Not Quite the Story You Remember from Bible School


Aurora Dawn

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 Not Quite the Story You Remember from Bible School 

Overall  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️    
5 out of 5 stars
Performance  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️    
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Story  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️    
5 out of 5 stars
Reviewed: 10-14-18
In this unorthodox and thoroughly entertaining story, Uvi Poznansky tells the early story of the biblical David and his time in the service of King Saul. Told by David himself, in his own words, the story peels away the gloss and glory recorded by the historians who wrote the Bible and reveals the main characters in this saga as he saw them, with all their warts and wantonness.
Poznansky's Saul is spoiled, jealous and more than a little crazy and her David is a sharp witted, often self-depreciating schemer, determined to fulfill the prophet's predictions for his destiny. The story covers the early days from his arrival in Saul's court to his first meeting with Bathsheba.
A riveting story masterfully read by David George, Rise to Power will give you hours of entertainment and forever change your view of the story of two of the pivotal characters in the Old Testament.