Saturday, June 30, 2018

Lopsided is a good look for you

A couple of weeks later, one of my friends, who planned to apply to the Juilliard school upon completing his military service, came to my bedside to say goodbye, as he would be transferred the next day to a naval base in Pearl Harbor, Honolulu. At hearing this I cursed myself for my misfortune. The injury robbed me of the opportunity to travel to an exotic place, to see the world. How could I prove myself, now? 
“Get up,” said Aaron. “Enough moping about. Tonight, we’re going to celebrate!”
“Why?” I asked, sulking. “What is there for me to celebrate?” 
He winked. “Jane Russell is coming in, to entertain the troops.” 
“Nope,” he said. “And Betty Grable—”
“Yes? What about her?”
“She’s not coming either.”
“I get it. Next you’ll be telling me about Rita Hayworth. She’s staying out there in Hollywood, I bet.”
“Yes, but,” he said, “we do have a performance at the camp tonight—showgirls, musicians, a band, and what not! Quick, get up, get dressed! We’re going to go see it!”
“Haven’t you noticed? I’m injured,” I said, pointing at the dressing that bulged over my shoulder. “This thing is huge, and so is the pain!”
“Enough,” he said. “No more moping about.”
“I won’t be able to move my arm, let alone put it into the sleeve of my shirt.”
“Your legs still work, don’t they?”
“Yes, but—”
“No buts,” he said. “Stand up!”
I leaned on him as he helped me into my russet-brown leather-soled service shoes. Having tied my laces Aaron took off his olive drab cotton field jacket and wrapped it loosely over my shoulders. He tried to straighten the notched lapel collar, but the mound of gauze towering over my right side forced it into an odd shape. 
“Oh well,” he said, and gave a final pat over the buttoned shoulder loops.
I tried not to cry, “Ouch!” 
“Relax,” he said. “Lopsided is a good look for you. Seems muscular on one side, vulnerable on the other.”
“Really?” said I, wishing for a moment that my father could see me now. After all, I needed someone to be proud of me—or, failing that, have pity on me in my weakened state.
“Really,” said Aaron, in his most reassuring tone. “The girls at the show, they’ll fall head over heals in love with you, especially that redhead kid.”
“What redhead?”
In place of answering, he asked, “You like classical music, don’t you?”
Which forced me to repeat, “What redhead?”
“Relax,” he said. “Like I said, she’s just a kid. But from what I hear, no one can match the way she plays the piano.”

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~~Captivating/Thriller/Romance set in WW II~~

Here's a great review for my WWII Spy Thriller, Marriage before Death:

on June 30, 2018
Action Check

Thrilling Check

Captivating Check

Romance Check

Book 5 in the Series 'Still life with Memories' does not disappoint the readers. Normally by the time one gets to the third or fourth in a series, the writing begins to suffer. Not in this one as Lenny and Natasha (Rochelle) are at the forefront. This time the reader is taken to France in WW II and is given a rare glimpse into the Resistance Fighters.

The author is able to weave love and war into a captivating story which held me riveted to my seat for the duration. Who is this lady in the red beret?

The writing style as well as the character development is excellent. Ms. Poznansky has that ability to write in an almost lyrical style. The descriptions throughout (whether characters or the French locations) are spot-on.

An excellent read for me and most highly recommended.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

Where did the fire start?

One summer evening, thick smoke spreads across the city, as if it were under attack. A blaze leaps across one valley, then another. One structure after another bursts into flames. One field after another melts into liquid gold. Sparks shoot out every which way. From my chamber window you can barely see the horizon, where the hills of Jerusalem meet the sky, because the blue in them swirls around in the air, marred with charcoal gray. Nor can you detect where the fire may have started. 
I summon my first in command, so he may call the troops, if he has not yet done so, and organize them into teams, to douse the flames with water, and to rescue the miserable souls caught in them. 
Joav comes before me, fuming. His mustache is filled with gray particles that come flying out when he speaks.
“It’s all under control,” he says, even before I have a chance to ask anything.
“Is it?” say I. “Hard to tell, from here. Where did the fire start?”
Through clenched jaws he says something, some word that is utterly inaudible. 
“Joav?” I demand, and look at him sternly, till at last he blurts out, with a puff of stuff flying out of his mouth, “In my field, my own barley field.”
“Really? And what’s the cause of it?”
In place of an answer he shuffles from one boot to another, rubs his charred hands together, and finally says, “Let me handle it. Can I go now?”
“Not until I get an answer out of you,” say I. 
“Life and property are at stake,” he says. “I beg you, let me go! My soldiers are waiting—”
“So am I,” I tell him, noting that they have been well trained to do what needs to be done. I see them out there, burning the dry brush, so that by the time the flames reach it they will have nothing more to consume. 
He is silent, stubbornly so. I have never seen him so close to a breakdown. 
“Joav,” I say, “do I need to repeat myself?”
Absolutely livid, he shakes his head, No.
“So?” I prod him. “What, in heaven’s name, is the cause of the fire?”
“Arson?” I echo, wondering who would dare set fire to the field of the most feared man in the land? Who would be so rude, so insolent as to threaten not only what belongs to Joav but also what belongs to me and to the entire city? 

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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Will you save me? Will you reach for my hand?

As fireworks explode, the vision is grand:
Liberty for all
Will you save me? Will you reach for my hand?
That's your call

In this world, nothing goes as planned
Every turn, every twist
Will I escape pain? Will I withstand?
Will you be kissed?

Time for us to test love under fire
Time to catch the crook
Come all the way, down to the wire
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Sunday, June 24, 2018

Engaging Story with Great Characters!

Just discovered a great review for the Audiobook edition my Women's Fiction novel, My Own Voice:


Joseph Mahoney

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Reviewed: 06-24-18
My Own Voice, Still Life with Memories, Book 1 by Uvi Pozansky and Narrated by Heather Jane Hogan


My Own Voice, Still Life with Memories, Book 1 by Uvi Pozansky is a truly engaging family drama. The main character Anita is a young woman who thought all of life’s problems would end when Lenny swept her off her feet and they eventually married. She is a young and wild spirit who must compete with his ex-Natasha. This is a complex story of a marriage and it’s high and low points, relationships between parents and children, and a morality tale of how to treat one another.

Attention Holding

This is not my normal genre but the story sounded interesting and hearing the sample narration I wanted to hear more. The story really holds the listener's attention. Anita is a truly multi-layered character who the listener gets to know and empathize with throughout this first book in this series. You get hooked on the drama of these characters and want to find out what drives them and causes them to act and do the things they do.

Narration and Production Value

The narration was provided by Heather Jane Hogan. Ms. Hogan is my new favorite female narrator. She did an amazing job with this audiobook. It was on the strength of her performance on the sample and the overview of the book that I decided to try this book and I am really glad I did. I look forward to hearing more of Ms. Hogan’s performances in the future. The production value of this audiobook is of great quality. The author also published the audiobook production. The audiobook was crisp and clear through the entire book. I was given this free review copy audiobook at my request and have voluntarily left this review.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

A Love Story that NEEDS to be Listened To!

Just found a review for the iTunes audiobook edition of my Historical Fiction novel, A Peek at Bathsheba (also available oAmazon US, Amazon UK, and Audible):

A Love Story that NEEDS to be Listened To! 

A Peek at Bathsheba, The David Chronicles, Book 2 by Uvi Poznansky. Performed by Justin Harmer. This nearly 7 hours audio book really took me by surprise.

Uvi's way of weaving a flow of words that brings to life the greatest love story that most may have missed in our lives. How we heard about David killing the Giant. Or how Bathsheba the most beautiful women of her time. This tale is of how even the best of us can fall into the sin of that forbidden love. With someone already married and by the law of God untouchable. I love the way the words unfurl themselves as they are spoken by David. His way of expressing himself thru his poetry and telling of his tales of the past.

Knowing that he is only a man. Yet an anointed King of Israel, he must keep up all appearances. David speaks about his love for his wives. How they bring out the best and sometimes the worst of him. Telling of how each one of them became his bride and the challenges he met to win them over and sometimes not even then. For each one of the wives holding their place in his heart and succession of heirs they bear. Then, one day looking from his balcony he sees her, Bathsheba. The most beautiful woman he has ever seen. However, this adoration that must be seen from afar has now consumed him. He must have her. Yet, this was the wife of one of his soldiers. The passionate affair with her now has David now sending her husband in the way of harms way in battle. His way of covering this scandal.

Uvi choice of words has David speaking in such a way that you can feel the passion in her words. The words as they are spoken by James Harmer. Soft spoken yet with enough forcefulness to hold you captive for that moment in time. I enjoyed the way the story unfurled itself piece by piece. A huge puzzle gently put together and over time, you feel the pain that Bathsheba has at the loss of their son. How David deals with that death. How he feels that this is God's way of punishing them for their indiscretion. How James over the course of the book the change in his voice as it grows older and weary over time.

This story has been beautifully written. It has been narrated/performed to perfection giving that passive tone needed for such a tale.

This book was provided to me by the author for an honest review. However, at the time I did not have the first part of the David Chronicles. So I purchased that book so I can give a review of part one of this extraordinary story. All views above are solely mine and no way effected by others or their comments. Please take the time to let me know if this review was helpful or not. Always cherish comments as well.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

A Poignant Love Story!

Just found this lovely review for my WWII Spy Thriller, Marriage before Death:

on June 18, 2018
Marriage before Death is a poignant love story - the continuation of the series, “The Music that was Us.” The underlying theme is a man who is dealing with the heartbreak when his wife’s mind is being lost to Alzheimer’s.

In this book the author takes the reader back to WWII when both characters, husband and wife, were operatives during the war. The husband, Lenny, doesn’t know that his wife, Natasha, is a spy until he happens upon her in her role.

The tragedy of this love story touches on how lost and alone Lenny feels as his wife slowly loses her memories. He tries to bring her back to the present and pull out a memory to share with her. But as fast as she remembers, she forgets once again and is drawn back into herself.

The author does a commendable job of telling a story and making the reader feel as if he/she were along for the ride. I found this to be an enjoyable read.

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?

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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 
In 1685, a forbidden love catapults Maude into a life fraught with danger...

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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