Friday, July 19, 2019

We floated off down the Ganges to the shores of the oldest of India’s cities

Karisma sighs. “Shortly after that ended, out we went. The sky was still inky black. Even so, Susan put on her sunglasses. Perhaps she wanted to hide her puffy eyes.”
“The guide ushered Martha, Susan, and me into a wooden boat, and we floated off down the Ganges to the shores of the oldest of India’s cities. We were told that the public ritual we were about to witness runs twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, consuming hundreds of bodies a day in plain sight.” 
By her slumped outline, Karishma has relaxed into her seat. In the dim light, I can barely decipher her expression. Her voice, soft and melodious, has a barely noticeable Indian accent as she conjures these visions from her homeland.
“The sight of the fires, rippling in the air and in reflection, was spectacular from afar. We started feeling the clang, the metronome clang of distant bells. The closer we came, the louder it vibrated inside our bodies. We reached the bottom of the cremation ghat, where a wave of furnace-like heat swallowed us. Around us were funeral pyres—burning, hissing, spitting embers into the air—just downstream from where people were bathing.”
Around us, the darkness seems to deepen. It is void of distractions, so what she describes comes to life more vividly than it would, had I seen it with my own eyes. 
“Within moments of our arrival,” she says, “sweat poured down our faces. We struggled to breathe and could barely see through the blasting hot air. Here was one body, shrouded in white cloth and immersed in leaping flames. Over there was another, draped in flowers and surrounded by relatives and friends. They offered prayers to help the departed on her final passage. And on the deck opposite us, workers took a tea break as another body was prepared for cremation.”
“The guide greeted the workers and asked if we had any questions for them. By now, we were somewhat in shock. Maybe the Indian sun, rising to a blaze, got to us. I asked if getting so close to death was stressful to them. They said no. Martha asked how hard it was to work in these furnace-like conditions. They just shrugged. Meanwhile, Susan looked searchingly all around the burning deck, as if she had lost something. Finally, she asked, ‘Did you know a Dr. Patel?’”

Excerpt from Overdose


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Wow! A edge of your seat story!

Short & sweet review for my thriller, Coma Confidential:

July 14, 2019
This one grabs you and doesn't let go! Loved the whole aspect of being in a coma! A great storyline!

Thursday, July 18, 2019

It is with a heavy heart that I must kill you

He crushes a bunch of pills into a small heap of powder, transfers it to a glass, and pours some wine into it, all in plain view, as if wanting to show me the method of my own demise.
I can’t afford to give him what he seems to want: the pleasure of seeing how scared I am. 
He swirls the wine about, then raises it to my nose, so I may smell its aroma. “I’m happy to hear you’re not expecting a baby.” He tone is loaded with sarcasm. “I wouldn’t want it to suffer any ill-effects, once you have your little drink.”
I brace myself into being stubborn. “You can’t force me.”
“You know I can.” He coughs up a sharp laugh. “And then, there would be no more need to have this prescription renewed.”
What I want—even more than a chance to save myself—is to give the doctor a taste of his own medicine.
In a heartbeat, my hands turn clammy. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” 
He growls, “Sure you do! You’ve been asking too many questions about me, about my trip to India years ago, and about the woman I married there. No one gets to do all that and live to tell the tale.”
I hesitate to ask, “Not even your wife?”
“Especially not her.”
“What about me?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Am I going to survive the night?”
“Trust me, it is with a heavy heart that I must kill you.” He comes closer, strokes my chin. “Such a beauty.” For a second, his eyes seem sad, almost. “Such a waste.”

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Saturday, July 13, 2019

I’d think you’re trying to seduce me



He stopped at the nearest grocery store to buy fresh strawberries. Their smell was arousing. It stopped him from thinking about Bull, Mr. Armstrong, and the cops. In place of these thoughts, he recalled the time he and his sweetheart had prepared dinner, just a few days ago. Their kiss had lasted no more than a minute, a lingering touch of his lips to hers, before he had eased away. 
How Ash knew he would be coming home for breakfast he had no idea. He didn’t know it himself, until crossing the threshold. But there she was, setting two plates on the kitchen table. 
The mouthwatering smell of strawberries started permeating the entire place. Ash came over, swaying her hips ever so slightly, and gave him a luscious smile before brushing her lips over his.
“If I didn’t know any better,” he said, half-jokingly, “I’d think you’re trying to seduce me.”
Her voice was ever so velvety. “Who’s trying?” 
“Oh, sweetie, I’m so hungry.” 
“So am I.”
On the cutting board, bread slices had just been cut out by a heart-shaped cookie cutter. He dipped them into the shallow bowl, where she had whisked together eggs, milk, and a bit of almond extract. Ash melted some butter in the large skillet, and when it started to bubble, she toasted the dipped bread hearts in it until they turned golden brown.
Meanwhile, he combined confectioners’ sugar and the remaining butter and extract, to create his own concoction: almond butter, which she spread over each slice of the French toast. He caught her hand, playfully, and licked off the buttery tips of her fingers, one by one. 
With a side of plump strawberries, their breakfast smelled absolutely scrumptious. He was just about to sit down, when Ash said, “You know, when I was growing up, my mom told me never to eat in bed, or there would be trouble.”
“So did mine,” said Michael.
They looked at each other and could not help but bursting in a little giggle, like children being caught thinking of a forbidden act, which made it doubly as delicious to dare doing it. 

Excerpt from Virtually Lace


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Haunted by discovering the body of a beautiful dancer, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?


Thursday, July 11, 2019

The David you never knew.

Short & sweet review for The David Chronicles: Trilogy:


July 7, 2019
I enjoyed reading this, very much. It gave an insight in the life of David from the time he took on Goliath till his death as King David. The writing used much of modern language instead of the language of the time, which made it more readable. It followed closely to the KJV of the Bible. It told more of his thoughts and reasons for his actions. So though the main part stayed true to the Bible the rest is a fictional account of what he may have been thinking and doing.

Saturday, July 6, 2019

THE VOICES & DANGER ARE REAL TO HER

Short & sweet review for Coma Confidential::

June 26, 2019
Ashley is in a coma, yet the voices are real, and She knows danger is also to finish what he started. Author gave a moving in-depth look from a person in a coma. Giving her a voice if only she could wake up and tell others.

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Do No Harm: Voice Sample by @audreyjcole



Take a listen: a passage from Viable Hostage by Audrey J. Cole,
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