She shouldn’t try an escape

This morning, he had had his forearm pressed into her back, anchoring her to his car while he kicked at her legs, unfastened her pants, and yanked them down none to gently, making his point that she shouldn’t try an escape. 
This evening, he was welcoming her into his arms to sleep. 
He’d learned from the battlefield – things changed in the blink of an eye. Loyalties. Coalitions. Alliances were often made of the moment instead of any deep conviction. Though, Finley didn’t normally cozy up with criminal elements.
That’s an utter lie.
Just look at all the cozying up he had done when he was working undercover to take down the East Coast cell of the Zoric family last year. Not just cozying up with the women on that case, sleeping with them.
He’d paid the price, too. He’d let his heart get involved with Lacey Stewart, his asset, making him an A-number-one, moron scum bucket. It was a cardinal rule for undercover agents: Keep an emotional distance.
Finley was going to hell for the choices he’d made on that case. He wasn’t just paying a professional price for those choices - being anchored to his desk - he’d paid an emotional price, too.
Here was the question, though: If he was already bound for hell, why did he feel like such cad for sharing body heat with a prisoner? This was about survival.
Had to be the head injury.
Zelda moved forward and settled in against him. Pulling her legs to her chest, she tucked the blanket in securely to guard their heat.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
“We have problems,” Finley reminded her, smoothing down the flyaway strands of blonde that tickled his nose as she shifted around. She tipped her head to use his shoulder as a pillow.
Little mewling sounds came from under her breath, and he could feel a hot tear slip off her cheek and down his chest.
He held back the kiss he almost dropped into her hair. There it was, again – the squeeze of his heart and he knew he was in trouble.

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By Fiona Quinn

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Look through a peephole

Another crazy art project, inspired by a suggestion from the amazing artist, teacher, and thinker, Chris Hero: I put a landscape with rolling hills, castle towers and a bridge inside a box. It's painted on the floor and inner walls. When you look at the box from any direction, the view would seem distorted. For example, the foremost stair of the bridge (which is painted on the floor of the box) seems grotesquely out of scale compared to the other stairs. But...

I invite you to look through the peephole at the front wall of the box. All falls into place, and the view magically becomes three-dimensional, because it is designed to look correct from here:

Things don't go exactly as he had imagined

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• A Peek at Bathsheba
• The David Chronicles, Book 2
• By: Uvi Poznansky
• Narrated by: Justin Harmer

 All That Glitters 

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5 out of 5 stars

Reviewed: 11-05-18

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.

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She did know that her life would forever be changed

*Barbara has a gift for reading someone by just focusing on their first name. Watch what happens when she meets Griffin for the first time...** Excerpt from Chasing Secrets by Alyssa Richards

His hand closed around hers, its warmth comforting. Griffin… He was smart. Brilliant, maybe. Doggedly determined with everything he did. His stance was wide and confident, even though she had almost flattened him, he seemed unfazed. As if he dodged the dangerous and unexpected every day. He liked her, she knew. The signs were there.
There were flecks of distrust, uncertainty in those eyes the color of ice. He had loved too hard with that big heart of his, she suspected. Gotten left or trampled in the process. Still he showed up, open, trying.
“Are you here on vacation?” he asked.
“Yeah. I love the mountains.” She realized she had been quietly staring.
“Me, too. You picked a great spot, we have a lake out back, it’s perfect for swimming, boating and fishing. Plenty of hiking trails around and we have 250 waterfalls.”
“250?”
“More waterfalls here than any other county in the country. I’d be happy to show you around.”
She nodded before she knew she was even answering.
“Excellent. Do you hike?”
“Yeah, I do.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken a hike, but suddenly she was ready to reclaim that interest.
“I could show you a few of the trails and introduce you to the area, if you like?”
“I'd like that," she said, following his lead, trying to show up as well.
“Or maybe a swim if you’re tired from traveling.”
She shrugged, feeling a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "Either one.”
“Perfect. How about I come back around four?”
She glanced at her wrist and realized she wasn't wearing her watch. “That’d be great.”
He nodded and put his hat on. His smile was so wide and gracious it made her grin in return. “It’s a date, then.”
A surprising kick of adrenaline spread through her stomach. “It’s a date,” she finally said.
She watched after him until he disappeared into the woods. The effect of him lingered, like a scent. Maybe it was because she had left the last of her grief on the dirt path that led her to this place. Or maybe it was something unique about him. She couldn’t explain why. But she did know that her life would forever be changed for having met him.

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By Alyssa Richards

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Way better than I expected!

Short and sweet review or my historical fiction novel, Rise to Power:

5.0 out of 5 starsfascinating story

November 16, 2018

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Way better than I expected! Just downloaded volume 2 tho I usually avoid series. I will say this book made me adjust my opinion about David, who's always been one of my favorite Biblical characters.

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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!

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By Jinx Schwartz

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All That Glitters

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

5.0 out of 5 starsAll That Glitters

November 4, 2018

Format: Kindle Edition

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.

I loved the characters

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

5.0 out of 5 starsOutstanding

November 5, 2018

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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.

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.

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By Stephanie Queen

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Can it really be her?

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

5.0 out of 5 starsA beautiful book

November 2, 2018

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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?

A Deeply Emotional Journey Of Love And Loss.

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

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5.0 out of 5 starsA Deeply Emotional Journey Of Love And Loss.

November 2, 2018

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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!
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King Davids Memoirs for the Modern Age Vol 1

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• The David Chronicles, Volume 1
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King Davids Memoirs for the Modern Age Vol 1 

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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.