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Cover Reveal TIME AND BLOOD by Sherry Rentschler

Cover reveals are always exciting.  I’m even more excited when I helped put the cover together. Sherry Rentschler has a new book coming out October 31.

Time and Blood

Historians in Atlantis inscribed a prophecy in The Great Book of Forgetting about a pair of phoenix whose union would change the future of all magical creatures. When the sea swallowed Atlantis and all her inhabitants, time forgot the people and this prophecy.

But one creature survived.

Rhea is a scarlet phoenix and the last of her kind. She escaped Atlantis with The Great Book and for over ten thousand years roamed the earth, grieved for her lost immortal beloved, and endured nightmares from her past lives. Today, she hears a familiar voice on the wind luring her to a new place. Rhea follows and hopes for the impossible.

She crossed millennia to find him.

Jean-Louis is a 250-year-old vampire in New Orleans. For fifty years, nightmares plagued him, and a violent wind haunted him whispering in a foreign tongue. In his dreams, Jean-Louis sees the face of a woman he knows and aches for but has never met. He feels her approach; however, the vampire senses a connecting malevolence waits in the shadows.

He risks his immortality to keep her.

An accident will bring Rhea into Jean-Louis’ arms. The shock will give new life to the ancient prophecy. But others whisper of the legendary phoenix and are hunting for Rhea. They must steal The Great Book and prevent any chance of the prophecy’s fulfillment. If they fail, the phoenix must die.

Together they battle destiny for the future.

Rhea will risk everything for love, even death.

When time and blood converge, blood must win.

So… are you ready?!!

 

Are you sure?!

 

It is my honor to show you the cover for TIME AND BLOOD by Sherry Rentschler.

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WWW Wednesday #2

Welcome to WWW Wednesday! This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived here on Taking on a World of Words. Just answer the three questions below and leave a link to your post in the comments for others to look at. No blog? No problem! Just leave a comment with your responses. Please, take some time to visit the other participants and see what others are reading. So, let’s get to it!

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

 

What are you currently reading:

On the Road with Janis Joplin

As a road manager and filmmaker, he helped run the Janis Joplin show—and record it for posterity. Now he reveals the never-before-told story of his years with the young woman from Port Arthur who would become the first female rock and roll superstar—and depart the stage too soon.

In 1967, as the new sound of rock and roll was taking over popular music, John Byrne Cooke was at the center of it all. As a member of  D.A. Pennebaker’s film crew, he witnessed the astonishing breakout performances of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix at the Monterey Pop Festival that June. Less than six months later, he was on a plane to San Francisco, taking a job as road manager for Janis and her band, Big Brother and the Holding Company. From then on, Cooke was Joplin’s road manager amid a rotating cast of musicians and personnel, a constant presence behind the scenes as the woman called Pearl took the world by storm.

Cooke was there when Janis made the difficult decision to leave Big Brother and form a new band. He was with her when the Kozmic Blues Band toured Europe in the spring of 1969, when they performed at Woodstock in August, and when Janis and Full Tilt Boogie took their famous Festival Express train trip across Canada. He accompanied Janis to her friend and mentor Ken Threadgill’s 70th birthday party, and was at her side when she attended her tenth high school reunion in Port Arthur, Texas.

This intimate memoir spans the years he spent with Janis, from her legendary rise to her tragic last days. Cooke tells the whole incredible story as only someone who lived it could.

Captivated by Crimson

She is the fated one I have been waiting for…
The crimson in her veins will restore me…

My desire for her burns like no other…
I must possess her…
Dare to touch her and you will be the one to suffer…

Nola Blair is a free-spirited photographer sent to cover the party of the century in Elizabeth Bathory’s ruined castle. It was an assignment she’d declined––twice, but when she was offered a hefty sum to indulge the wealthy eccentric, she finally gave in. Little did she know that the guests at this party were centuries old and their desires reached far beyond those of a normal partygoer.

One captivating night will change her life and the two vampires vying for her will fight to the death to get what they want. One wants her to be his and the other wants her blood.

Who will decide Nola’s fate?

And for book club:

Resist the Machine: Dystopian Suspense (Avant Nation Book 1)

A genetically engineered young woman teams up with a rugged soldier to resist the high-tech regime controlling their lives. Spine-tingling adventure for fans of 1984, Person of Interest, and Divergent.

When the government owns the gene pool, what could possibly go wrong? According to the leaders of Avantica, absolutely nothing. If in doubt, just look at the statistics. Their genetically engineered citizens enjoy the highest standard of living in the world. Crime and disease are nearly non-existent. Healthcare and housing are totally free. Why would anyone ever want to leave?

Meet 16-year-old Clara Spinner. By design she is supposed to be compassionate, serious to a fault, and content with her work, but someone at the population factory messed up. How else can she explain her rebellious streak, ability to appreciate a good joke, and the fact that she detests her first job assignment? Hiding her true nature is a daily battle and coworkers are getting suspicious. So when the military shows up, looking for someone with her skill set, Clara ‘volunteers’. Fitting in with ruthless soldiers isn’t easy, but that’s the least of her worries after they land in a place opposed to everything Avantica stands for. Hearts and loyalties will be tested. Dystopian sci-fi with a touch of romance. Recommended for older teens and adults.

What did you recently finish reading?

Maid of Ice

Stalkers and death threats . . .
For Finlay Ryder, danger means playing a racecar driver on a daytime soap. That is, until he’s forced to reckon with his true identity as an Albah, a magical ancient race, by one of his own kind. Someone wants him dead. And worse, an ancient vampire is on the prowl, drawing blood left and right. Now, Finlay has no choice but to hunt enemies with unspeakable powers—or risk being hunted himself . . .

. . . and that’s just the first date
Ice skater Alina Nyx is using her broken wrist as an excuse for a career change. And when she falls for handsome Finlay, Albah drama feels like her new full-time job. Learning about magic and vampires is exciting until her life is threatened. Now, as she begins to uncover her own mysterious powers, she must combine forces with Finlay to eradicate their foes for good, or all Albah will suffer . . .

Secrets of Betrayal 

Betray (verb): to deliver to an enemy by treachery

Sold to a sex trafficker by her drug-dealing boyfriend, Phebe Lawson possessed first-hand knowledge of the secrets of betrayal. She’d given up all hope. Her life no longer held any meaning. She would have wished for death to come and take her away, except, she knew wishes were wasted on people like her. Until the day he entered her life. He was a beacon of light in the bleakness she called existence. His arrival sparked a longing inside her that, maybe, hope wasn’t a useless emotion after all.

Heal (verb): to make sound or whole

Donovan Jeffries was the charming one. The flirty, social Dom of the local BDSM club, Eden. He thought he’d found the perfect submissive. Until she betrayed him with another. He closed himself off, vowing to never give his heart to another woman. Until the day she entered his life. Her despair touched a part of his soul he’d thought forever lost, and he would move heaven and earth to piece all her broken parts back together.

What do you think you’ll read next?

Halfway Drowned 

Something is wrong with Carlie.

A magical storm. An ancient shipwreck. A hidden evil.
All three are tied together as Carlie must defend Wulfric against his past, which emerges after a raging storm tears across Halfway Lake.
When government agents descend on Halfway to investigate the mysterious shipwreck, Carlie discovers that all is not as it seems.

A thousand years old, the Viking ship holds bones. And secrets.
Not everyone went down with the ship. There were survivors, but they might be less than human. They cross paths with Carlie in a showdown that will bring her own secrets to light, for saving Wulfric came with a cost. Now, it’s time for her to pay.

Dive in with Carlie as she fights to save the one person she can’t lose.

Diversifying Diplomacy

Today, diverse women of all hues represent this country overseas. Some have called this development the “Hillary Effect.” But well before our most recent female secretary of state there was Madeleine Albright, the first woman to serve in that capacity, and later Condoleezza Rice. Beginning at a more junior post in the Department of State in 1971, there was “the little Elam girl” from Boston.

Diversifying Diplomacy tells the story of Harriet Lee Elam-Thomas, a young black woman who beat the odds and challenged the status quo. Inspired by the strong women in her life, she followed in the footsteps of the few women who had gone before her in her effort to make the Foreign Service reflect the diverse faces of the United States. The youngest child of parents who left the segregated Old South to raise their family in Massachusetts, Elam-Thomas distinguished herself with a diplomatic career at a time when few colleagues looked like her.

Elam-Thomas’s memoir is a firsthand account of her decades-long career in the U.S. Department of State’s Foreign Service, recounting her experiences of making U.S. foreign policy, culture, and values understood abroad. Elam-Thomas served as a United States ambassador to Senegal (2000–2002) and retired with the rank of career minister after forty-two years as a diplomat. Diversifying Diplomacy presents the journey of this successful woman, who not only found herself confronted by some of the world’s heftier problems but also helped ensure that new shepherds of honesty and authenticity would follow in her international footsteps for generations to come.

 

WWW Wednesday #1

Welcome to WWW Wednesday! This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived here on Taking on a World of Words. Just answer the three questions below and leave a link to your post in the comments for others to look at. No blog? No problem! Just leave a comment with your responses. Please, take some time to visit the other participants and see what others are reading. So, let’s get to it!

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

 

 

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What are you currently reading?

Married. Wait. What?

Picture the scene: You wake up from a night of having too much fun. Things aren’t as clear as they should be…and you’re MARRIED. What would you do?

11 authors—USA Today Bestsellers, Award Winning, fan favorites, and a debut author—show you their take on this unique theme.

11 talented authors bring you 11 BRAND NEW fun-filled, suspenseful, sensual novellas in this first installment. That’s ELEVEN stories sure to make you smile, laugh, cry, and fall in love.

We’ve stirred in a diverse collection of romances into this book bundle! There’s sci-fi, contemporary, paranormal, and gay romance with Alphas, mafia, vampires, shifters, sexy lawyer, and MUCH more. Something for everyone!

 

On the Road with Janis Joplin

As a road manager and filmmaker, he helped run the Janis Joplin show—and record it for posterity. Now he reveals the never-before-told story of his years with the young woman from Port Arthur who would become the first female rock and roll superstar—and depart the stage too soon.

In 1967, as the new sound of rock and roll was taking over popular music, John Byrne Cooke was at the center of it all. As a member of  D.A. Pennebaker’s film crew, he witnessed the astonishing breakout performances of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix at the Monterey Pop Festival that June. Less than six months later, he was on a plane to San Francisco, taking a job as road manager for Janis and her band, Big Brother and the Holding Company. From then on, Cooke was Joplin’s road manager amid a rotating cast of musicians and personnel, a constant presence behind the scenes as the woman called Pearl took the world by storm.

Cooke was there when Janis made the difficult decision to leave Big Brother and form a new band. He was with her when the Kozmic Blues Band toured Europe in the spring of 1969, when they performed at Woodstock in August, and when Janis and Full Tilt Boogie took their famous Festival Express train trip across Canada. He accompanied Janis to her friend and mentor Ken Threadgill’s 70th birthday party, and was at her side when she attended her tenth high school reunion in Port Arthur, Texas.

This intimate memoir spans the years he spent with Janis, from her legendary rise to her tragic last days. Cooke tells the whole incredible story as only someone who lived it could.

Wonderbook

This all-new definitive guide to writing imaginative fiction takes a completely novel approach and fully exploits the visual nature of fantasy through original drawings, maps, renderings, and exercises to create a spectacularly beautiful and inspiring object. Employing an accessible, example-rich approach, Wonderbook energizes and motivates while also providing practical, nuts-and-bolts information needed to improve as a writer. Aimed at aspiring and intermediate-level writers, Wonderbook includes helpful sidebars and essays from some of the biggest names in fantasy today, such as George R. R. Martin, Lev Grossman, Neil Gaiman, Michael Moorcock, Catherynne M. Valente, and Karen Joy Fowler, to name a few.

 

 

What did you recently finish?

Behind the Mask

For Emma Rochester, hookups in bars were less than fulfilling. Oh, the guys she picked up in bars were great for sex, but that’s all it was—sex. Normal, boring, every day sex. Emma wanted more than the normal vanilla ice cream served in careful scoops. She wanted rocky road mixed with turtle mixed with Neapolitan.

Fantasies, we all have them, but Emma Rochester craved for hers to come true, and Trent’s Halloween party, which she was dreaming about for over a year, was her final chance to see it come true.

Jacob Hendricks can’t keep his eyes off Emma. Yet, sneaking furtive glances over his computer monitor is as far as he’s gone in making his desires known. That is, until they’re stuck working together one Saturday. Now, Emma’s not sure if she wants to go to the party or see if Jacob could be the man of her fantasies.

Forged Alliances

Sierra Kanoska fought hard for her position as wolf alpha of the Red Rock pack, and intruders in her territory receive the full brunt of what her claws, fangs, and smarts can accomplish. So when Dax Williams, de facto alpha of the Silver Springs pack, pays an unwelcome visit, Sierra’s ready to toss him out. However, the man’s in a tough spot. The pack elders sabotaged his fight for alpha against his brother, driving him from his lands. Sierra hates underhanded moves like that, so she agrees on an alliance.

As they work together, she witnesses an alpha who wants to do right by his pack, not just the cocky wiseass she first met. Their growing attraction blazes hot, but the moment she and Dax lock lips, a mating bond emerges. Sierra sure as hell isn’t ready to share that intimate connection with a stranger, and the thought of forever sends Dax running.

Before they can talk, the Tribe commanding the East Coast shifters arrives to settle the dispute. Dax and his brother’s punishment for their pack’s civil war is a free-for-all on their lands. Not only does he have to defeat his brother, but any challenger in the region. Despite Dax and Sierra’s initial resistance, his wily charm relaxes her control-freak tendencies while her steadfast support bolsters his strength. Yet every new opponent places their newfound relationship under siege–one misstep, one wrong blow in the ring, and Dax could leave in a bodybag.

Y is for Yesterday

The darkest and most disturbing case report from the files of Kinsey Millhone, Y is for Yesterday begins in 1979, when four teenage boys from an elite private school sexually assault a fourteen-year-old classmate—and film the attack.  Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state’s evidence and two of his peers are convicted. But the ringleader escapes without a trace.

Now, it’s 1989 and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a virtual prisoner of his ever-watchful parents—until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That’s when the McCabes call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. But he’s not the only one being haunted by the past. A vicious sociopath with a grudge against Millhone may be leaving traces of himself for her to find…

What do you think you’ll read next? (This is what I know for sure)

Maid of Ice

Stalkers and death threats . . .
For Finlay Ryder, danger means playing a racecar driver on a daytime soap. That is, until he’s forced to reckon with his true identity as an Albah, a magical ancient race, by one of his own kind. Someone wants him dead. And worse, an ancient vampire is on the prowl, drawing blood left and right. Now, Finlay has no choice but to hunt enemies with unspeakable powers—or risk being hunted himself . . .

. . . and that’s just the first date
Ice skater Alina Nyx is using her broken wrist as an excuse for a career change. And when she falls for handsome Finlay, Albah drama feels like her new full-time job. Learning about magic and vampires is exciting, until her life is threatened. Now, as she begins to uncover her own mysterious powers, she must combine forces with Finlay to eradicate their foes for good, or all Albah will suffer . . .

Captivated by Crimson

She is the fated one I have been waiting for…
The crimson in her veins will restore me…

My desire for her burns like no other…
I must possess her…
Dare to touch her and you will be the one to suffer…

Nola Blair is a free-spirited photographer sent to cover the party of the century in Elizabeth Bathory’s ruined castle. It was an assignment she’d declined––twice, but when she was offered a hefty sum to indulge the wealthy eccentric, she finally gave in. Little did she know that the guests at this party were centuries old and their desires reached far beyond those of a normal partygoer.

One captivating night will change her life and the two vampires vying for her will fight to the death to get what they want. One wants her to be his and the other wants her blood.

Who will decide Nola’s fate?

And for book club…

Resist the Machine: Dystopian Suspense (Avant Nation Book 1)

A genetically engineered young woman teams up with a rugged soldier to resist the high-tech regime controlling their lives. Spine-tingling adventure for fans of 1984, Person of Interest, and Divergent.

When the government owns the gene pool, what could possibly go wrong? According to the leaders of Avantica, absolutely nothing. If in doubt, just look at the statistics. Their genetically engineered citizens enjoy the highest standard of living in the world. Crime and disease are nearly non-existent. Healthcare and housing are totally free. Why would anyone ever want to leave?

Meet 16-year-old Clara Spinner. By design she is supposed to be compassionate, serious to a fault, and content with her work, but someone at the population factory messed up. How else can she explain her rebellious streak, ability to appreciate a good joke, and the fact that she detests her first job assignment? Hiding her true nature is a daily battle and coworkers are getting suspicious. So when the military shows up, looking for someone with her skill set, Clara ‘volunteers’. Fitting in with ruthless soldiers isn’t easy, but that’s the least of her worries after they land in a place opposed to everything Avantica stands for. Hearts and loyalties will be tested. Dystopian sci-fi with a touch of romance. Recommended for older teens and adults.

 

Terri Luvs Change

I started this blog over a year ago. Before that, I diddled around with blogging but I never kept up with it. The indie authors I work with have kept me going this time. I think working with indie authors is incredibly rewarding. All indie authors remind me of salmon when they have to swim upstream. I love cheering on the underdog. When my husband and I first met, I support UCLA over USC because, at that time, they were the underdog (and also because it put me in opposition to my husband but that is for a different post).

In my zeal to help as many as possible, I have neglected my own writing. I also don’t get much of a chance to really enjoy an author. I read the first book in their series and then I don’t get the time to read anymore because I am reading a new book by a different author. It with this in mind that I’m changing my blog a little bit. For the time being, I will not take any new requests.

I want to go back and finish the series I reviewed. I want to take the time to read more works by the authors I have already enjoyed. More than anything though, I want to improve my own writing and develop my editing business. For me evaluating word choice and punctuation is as much fun as riding Space Mountain for the first time with Gerard Butler and a million dollar cash prize waiting for me at the end. I want to post more personal and non-review posts. I think it will help me develop my skills. I want to get to know more bloggers by participating in tagged posts and blog hops.

I think this new focus in a natural progression in the life of a blogger and I’ looking forward to it.

The Sunshine Blogger Award

SO WHAT IS THE SUNSHINE BLOGGER AWARD?

The Sunshine Blogger Award is given to bloggers who are creative, positive, and inspiring. Once nominated, the blogger is required to write a post in which they:

  • Thank the blogger who nominated them and link back to their blog.
  • Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated them.
  • Nominate 11 other blogs and give them 11 new questions to answer.
  • Notify your nominees and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your post.

I was nominated by Ashleigh @ Ashleigh Jayne Reads. She’s a very sweet lady with a lot of energy and a friendly smile for all (even if it is only virtual).

WHY DID YOU START BLOGGING?

I started this blog for selfish reasons. I became good friends with indie author Sherry Rentschler and became her PA. I needed a place to share about her work, but I didn’t want it to be just about her.  Through her, I started to meet more indie authors. They really have an uphill battle, and I’ve always loved rooting for the underdog. So I used my blog as a platform to help with promotion. Now it has become so much more. It’s almost like a calling card or a passkey into a great club. I have met some great authors and bloggers.

2. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING TO BLOG ABOUT?

Meeting people and helping indie authors. I read both traditional and non-traditional authors, but there’s something so grassroots-activism about reviewing an indie author. It gives me the confidence to go for my dreams.

3. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE BOOK AND WHY?

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. I think this is one of those books that can teach you everything you need to know about how to get along in life. I taught this book in various forms for twelve years. Those were always my favorite lessons.

4. IF YOU COULD MEET A CHARACTER FROM A BOOK WHO WOULD IT BE?

There are a lot. Going along with the previous question, Atticus Finch. I don’t think there would be much conversation but it would be powerful. From a more recent book, Cara Devon from the ARTIFACT HUNTERS by A.W. Exley

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD AND DRINK?

Coke, for sure, and as far as food goes, there’s not much I don’t like.

6. IF YOU COULD VISIT ANY PLACE WHERE WOULD IT BE?

Stonehenge on the Solstice.

7. IF YOU HAD A CHANCE TO MEET YOUR FAVOURITE AUTHOR WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY?

Again, there are a lot. Since I started blogging, I’ve actually met a few, which is always great. Maybe Michael Garland who wrote the Miss Smith series.

8. IF YOU WHERE TO WRITE YOUR OWN NOVEL WHAT GENRE WOULD IT BE?

I’m actually working on a historical fiction book.

9. WHAT GENRE DO YOU NOT LIKE AND WHY?

Cookbooks- I don’t like following recipes. I like to just experiment and see what happens. I think cooking books create too high expectations.

10. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BLOGGING FOR AND WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO START?

For about a year and a half and see the answer for #1

11. WHAT IS YOU FAVOURITE THING TO POST ABOUT?

Interviews. I need to do more of them. It fascinates me to see how other people think and what they experience.

 

Now I nominate the following bloggers. Please answer the eleven questions I did and the nominate some more bloggers. If you don’t know eleven, don’t worry.

Connie @ Lucky 13 Book Reviews

 

Terri Luvs Terri- Airplanes on Sunday Mornings

This is another one of my short stories. It’s a little longer than the last one. I entered this into a contest. The prompt was, an old plane lands in an airport unexpectedly. I didn’t win, but I like this story.

Airplanes on Sunday Morning

John hated working early mornings, even more so on mornings like this. Mornings in January were colder than his mother in law during Sunday dinners. As an owner, he’d earn the right to come in after the sun rose, after breakfast with his wife and son, and long after the frost melted, but half his team called in sick. Owning his own security company sounded more prestigious and seemed a logical next step for a decorated flying sergeant pilot. However, John hated it. During the war, John followed orders but as a business owner, responsibility meant something different. That dedication did nothing to keep him warm as sat in his truck guarding a field at the back end of Idlewild Airport.

Sitting alone gave him time to think about the company. This job wasn’t hard, his clients were happy, and they had meat on the table every night for dinner. He pictured his life as grand as when he flew in the European Theater. Life developed faster and changed in a heartbeat. Now life trickled and nothing changed.

He turned to truck on to warm the engine. A steady stream of air circulated in the cab from a small hole he cut through the firewall of the cab. Between that and the coffee his wife made, the cold was almost tolerable.  Without any distractions, going back to sleep sounded good. Maybe life wasn’t that bad after all.

John and his men only guarded this section of the airport. The contract lasted until the airport became fully functionable, then this area would be used for dignitaries and the government. Government contracts provided most of the work for everyone these days; a lot of rebuilding after the war. John knew a job like this lead to more work and it wasn’t hard. Even his laziest guy wouldn’t complain about just sitting and watching a landing strip.

He flipped down the visor to get his Camels and got out of the truck. Quitting never worked because that sensation of the first drag called every time. His wife asked him not to smoke in the truck because sometimes they used it when they want out and she claimed the smell lingered in her hair. He learned a long time ago, standing outside for a few minutes made life easier than an angry wife.

He inhaled the last puff and threw it aside. When he got back in the truck he hit the rear-view mirror with his shoulder. He adjusted the mirror and saw something that made no sense. After turning around and looking out the back window, it made even less sense.

What the hell? More coffee. I need more coffee.

He’d only seen one of these before, on a visit to the National Air and Space Museum while on a short leave in Washington D.C. A Wright Flyer.  

He opened the truck door and almost fell. The nightstick on the bench provided a little security, but the gun in the glove compartment provided more.

Surely the Germans wouldn’t go backward with their planes?

The plane stopped a few yards in front of him and the pilot turned off the engine then climbed down.

“Stop right there. I don’t know who you are or what this is about, but I’m close enough to do some major damage. Keep your hands in the air.”

The man turned and faced John, palms out in front of him as if surrendering. “Um- I don’t think you need anything like a gun Mister. I have no weapons myself. I just flew in from up north a ways. I promise you, I’m not up to any ill-intent.”

“I’ll decide that for myself. What I know is you have no business being in an airfield used by the United States government.”

The man looked around. “Airfield? It does look different from the last time I saw it. It was just a farm then. But now-” he used his had to shield his eyes from the sunlight. “What’s going on here? Isn’t this Idlewild Farm?”

“It hasn’t been that for a long time.” John felt his heart beating in his ears. “In a few months, it will be dedicated as New York National Airport. Everyone knows that so don’t pretend you didn’t.”

“I haven’t been here in about thirty-five years. A lot changes in that time.”

“Where have you been?”

“France, mostly. Fought a little bit for them in the war and now I’m rebuilding my own land.”

“You don’t sound French.”

“I’m not. Born in Indiana, son.”

John looked closer, noticed gray hair and realized this guy must be a lot older than first thought.

“I’m going to come closer and I want you to take off your jacket nice and slow. I’m warning you now to take out any weapons and throw them on the ground. I don’t know who you are and what you’re doing but know that I am not afraid to do whatever is needed.”

The man lowered one of his hands and stuck it out towards John. “Well, we can make that better. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Wilbur Wright, but everyone calls me Will or Willy.”

“Do you think I’m some young pup who’s still wet behind the ears? Everyone knows Wilbur Wright died in 1912. Now get your hand back up.”

“Oh yeah, about that. That’s what we wanted everyone to think. I guess it worked.” The man looked over John’s shoulder. “Is that your truck?”

“What if it is?”

“Look, son, I’m cold. I left from up north early this morning and I still have a big day of travel ahead of me. I’m here for my brother’s funeral. Let’s go sit in your truck and I’ll explain.”

“Take off your jacket.”

The man did and dropped it on the ground where John motioned. John stepped closer, never looking away. He cautiously checked for weapons, then walked behind the man targeting his back with the barrel of the gun.

“Go to the truck.”

John was so focused on the man claiming to be Wilbur Wright he stepped in a hole and stumbled. He scrambled for his gun, afraid this stranger would take advantage. The old man turned around and held a hand out to help John.

“I don’t need help.”

“Of course not. Say do you happen to have any coffee in your truck? I thought I could handle this chill, but it just got to be too much. I remembered this farm from a long time ago and I thought it would be a good place to rest and wait until it warmed.”

“Go get your jacket. Sorry, should have gotten it for you.”

They walked to the truck and before John could protest, the stranger opened the passenger door and let himself in the cab. None of this made any sense as the old man poured some coffee out of the thermos. How could this old flyer be any kind of threat? Maybe he was just some crazy pilot left over from the war.

John put the nightstick in the bed then climbed in himself, keeping the gun on his leg for easy access.

“Mister if you are indeed the Wilbur Wright, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. I remember learning about your death in school. Typhoid Fever, right?”

“You sure you want to hear the whole story? I’m not keeping you from anything important, am I?”

“I don’t think there is anything that needs as much of my attention right now as you do.”

“It does seem like a quiet morning. Sunday morning normally are, no matter where you live. Orville and I did our best test Sunday mornings. Even in France, you can count on a peaceful Sunday morning.” He sighed. “I’ll tell you my story if you tell me what happened to Old Man Idlewild’s Farm.”

“I’ve never known it to be a farm. It was a beach golf course before the city took it over. Now it’s slated to open this July as an international airport with fifty-five terminals. This strip here has been set apart from the others because the government plans to use it for God knows what. My company watches over things here at night and on the weekends.”

“Your company?”

“Yes, sir. A small security company I started about a year ago. I hired some of my buddies from the war.”

“You fought?”

“As a pilot for three years.”

“Sometimes I wonder if my brother and I didn’t make the war worse.”

“How so?”

“With our planes, son, but if it hadn’t been us, it would have been someone else, I suppose.”

“Sir, I’ve told you all I’m going to tell you about me. It’s your turn.”

“Right you are.” He finished what was left of his coffee. Then sat for a few minutes as if thinking. “I guess I can’t really prove to you who I am. All my identification is in my new name. So you’re going to just have to trust me and you can start by putting that away.” He nodded to the gun.

John studied him a little then put the gun on the dash; still accessible, but maybe not so intimidating. Both men stared at other for a little bit then Wilbur let out a big sigh.

“The best time of my life was when Orville and I worked together down on the Outer Banks. Do you know where that is?” John nodded. “The beaches there are beautiful. There is nothing like gliding over the water.

Designing, making, and testing our flyer was the easy part. It was just the two of us creating magic. The hard part came after. Everyone thought we made up all our records and data.” He blew in his cupped hands trying to warm them a little. “Hard to believe we even had a few people who wanted to kill us. Every step grew harder and harder. The worst battle started in the patent office. Seems there were other people who felt their designs were the originals and ours was the copy. It became very stressful. Orville was the better fighter.” He put a cigarette in his mouth from the pack JOhn left on the bench. “Do you mind?”

“Well, my wife-” John stopped.

Which is she going to mind more in the truck; a cigarette or a man risen from the dead?

John nodded once then took out one out for himself.

“By 1912, I didn’t want to fight anymore. So Orville helped me fake my death, I joined the army and fought in WW I, and ended up living in France. I only came back here to go to my brother’s funeral.”

John shook his head. “No one is going to believe you are Wilbur Wright, you’ve been living in France, and you returned for you brother’s funeral.”

“I suppose they won’t. I didn’t plan on running into anyone. I knew there was a barn out here where I could hide my plane until I took off. I’m so old I don’t think many people will pay any attention when I slip in the back and slip back outside right before the service is over.”

Wilbur grabbed John’s shoulder. It spooked John but not enough to grab for his gun. “You have to help me with this, son. A lot of good people will have a big mess to deal with if it gets out that I didn’t die. Please.”

John felt torn. This guy probably belonged in the mental hospital over in Manhattan. In fact John began to think he might need to stop by there too.

“If I do help you, and I’m not saying I am, but if I do what do you need?”

“I need a tow for my flyer; somewhere where it won’t be noticed then I need a ride into the city. The funeral is in Dayton. I planned on taking a train. I’ll be back here in a week.”

“Ya know, if I remember correctly, there is a hanger at the end down there-” he pointed to the left.”And there won’t be any crews out here this entire week. There’s only one guy on my team I’d trust to help with something like this. He and I can take over this job for the week.”

“Would he believe you?”

“Probably not, but he’s a good guy. If I ask for his help, he’ll help whether he believes or not.”

“I can’t tell you how obliged I am to you for helping me. I guess I didn’t think all of this out very well.”

“Mister…um… Wilbur did you fly all the way from France?”

“From France via Halifax. I have a cousin there who proved to be very helpful with the layover.”

“This plane made it all that way? I don’t see how your old plane could do it?”

Wilbur laughed. “Did you think this was our original plane? It’s not even a copy of the original. I’ve made a lot of modern day tweaks. It’s much more like one of your Grumman F4F planes. It just has the look of our Wright Flyer.”

“I’ve got to see this. I can only imagine what you’ve done. Does it still have a steerable rear vertical rudder?” “Well, let’s go see. Wait until you see what I’ve done with that rear rudder.”

They got out of the truck and walked to the front.

Wilbur leaned a little towards John. “Does this mean you’re going to help me?”

John looked around. If the wrong person found out about this, he’d lose his job and the government might arrest him and Wilbur. But no matter how impossible all of this seemed, he could not deny a Wright Flyer landed just a few yards from his truck. A thought formed in his mind.

“If I say yes, I have one request.”

“I don’t have much money if that’s what you want.”

“No, I don’t want money. I want something better.” He looked towards the plane and nodded. “Can we take her for a spin first?”

“Nothing sounds more fun. You may never want to fly another plane, though.”

“I think I’ll just have to take that risk.” He stuck his hand out to shake on the deal. Wilbur gladly took it

They walked towards the plane as John began asking one question after another so fast Wilbur couldn’t even answer all of them. John didn’t care if he left his truck or walked out on the job. He was the boss. That should account for something.

 

“Jasmine Lovers” by Terri A. Wilson

I need to get more comfortable opening myself up to criticism when it comes to my own writing. Right now I am working on short stories so I thought I would force myself to share some of my work on my blog and Saturday seems like the perfect day to do that.

This was my entry in a flash fiction contest sponsored by my local library. I won second place. The feedback I got centered on the clarity of the story. For me, it seems clear, but I wrote it. I like the mystery behind it but I understand what the judges meant.

“Jasmine Lovers”

The setting sun created a muted filter as the wind blew opened the curtains. The
early evening breeze swirled around creating an intoxicating blend of night-blooming
jasmine and possibility. A faint memory of talking lay dormant in her brain, but she
continued trying to communicate. She recognized the talking lady in white and yearned
for some kind of connection and understanding.

“Miss Teresa, you smell the jasmine? It’s strong tonight. Must be a storm a
comin’.”

Teresa grimaced and held her breath for a heartbeat while the other lady leaned
over and fussed with the pillows. “Miss Teresa, I know it hurts, but the meds will help
soon. Who knew visitin’ with family could be hard work?”

The woman continued talking, but Teresa looked past the nurse and saw a man
leaning on the door jam with the ease and confidence of a southern gentleman who
lived a lifetime of success. His presence helped more than medication. The earthy
smell of men’s cologne and lust replaced the smell of age and illness blending well with
the jasmine. He smiled and cocked one eyebrow, flirting like always.

His suit looked as well today as he did when they dated. Teresa knew he had no
idea the other women admired the way he presented himself but that was part of his
charm. The jasmine sprig in his lapel brought back memories of evening walks in the
garden nights on her parent’s porch swing.

“Now darlin’ don’t let Carla hover over you.” He walked into the room and sat in
the chair beside the bed. “We need to go. They’ve already started. I know you like to
make an entrance, but I want to twirl you around the dance floor for as long as
possible.”

A smile twinkled in her eyes. A happy marriage of over fifty years more than
many women could imagine.

Carla, I cannot get ready with you in my way.

The dress she wanted, the one with the red full skirt and sequined bodice, would
never work on a fall night like this one. Not all redheads could wear red, but this dress
made her green eyes sparkle. It was her favorite.

Feeling herself rise out of bed as the seated gentleman joined her, she looked
down and saw the skirt sashay. It fit well and accentuated all the right places.

Every other lady at the party will already be wearing navy or black. How dull and
drab. Too bad their husbands will be looking more at me than them.

Carla checked a beep from one of the machines set up around the room. The
beep from those machines never created a dance-worthy beat, and Teresa had had
enough.

“Yes Miss. Teresa, your family sure loves you. You and Mr. Alexander are good
people.”

Carla, I do not want to talk about my family, when there is a party.

Her mind focused on the warmth crawling over her body as numb areas began
waking up after too many years. She reached her smooth slender hand for Alexander.
She wanted more, but settled for his hand because there was plenty of time after the
party.

“Oh my goodness, Tessa. You still make my heart beat fast. You make me look
like a young farmer tryin’ to dress up for Sunday supper.” He shook his head.

Teresa noticed how different her legs looked. She remembered them being like
this once, a long time ago. She twirled around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Alexander
on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began waltzing around the
room.

“Oh, we may not get to that party, Tessa. This dress and the jasmine are playing
with my mind. I’m afraid I may swoon.” He winked and she snuggled against his chest.

“Darlin’ we could stay here and dance forever, but we’d miss the party, and many of our
friends are looking forward to seeing you. They’ve missed you, ya know? We all have.”

Teresa looked back, worried about her caretaker. “Don’t worry about Carla. She’ll
soon realize you’re gone and take care of everything. I waited a long time to dance with
you again. This time I won’t let go.” He turned to walk away.

“Miss Teresa? Miss Teresa?” Carla screamed. She shook the old woman in the
bed.

“The night is just beginning, Tessa. Please say you’ll come with me.” Alexander
pulled away and began walking. “My dance card is only for you.”

Teresa felt her heart stop. It was lonely without her dancing partner. She looked
from Carla and to Alexander. She wanted to go to the party. She loved parties. She
loved dancing and this red dress did not belong in the closet.

She caught up to Alexander and intertwined her arm with his. It was her time to
make an entrance.

“Let’s go Alex.”

_______________________________

The rest of the winning stories can be seen here.here.

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Chrys F. reads… #carolinareads

What’s the first book you remember reading?
Are You My Mother by P.D. Eastman was the first children’s book I ever read by myself. But the first book I remember reading as a child for the pure love of reading was The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank.

What’s the most recent book you have read or what are you reading right now?
I’ve been reading a lot of non-fiction books lately, but the book I’m reading now is The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood.

Why did you choose that book?
I’m reading The Handmaid’s Tale because it’s the May/June selection for Emma Watson’s Our Shared Shelf book club on Goodreads. I haven’t read all of their selections, but I have read many.

If you could meet one book character or one author, who would you like it to be and why?
Just one? I have two authors vying for the spot: J.D. Robb (aka Nora Roberts) and J.K. Rowling. I wonder if I can get them to do a wrestling match, and the winner will be the author I meet. And maybe treat to a drink of her choice after the grueling match. I learned to write romantic-suspense by reading J.D. Robb, and I found my imagination by reading J.K. Rowling.

You can only choose five books for your bookshelf. What are they?
1. Number the Stars by Lois Lowry

2. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

3. Naked in Death by J.D. Robb

4. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling

5. Wizards at War by Diane Duane

 

Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series, as well as these releases from The Wild Rose Press: 30 Seconds, Ghost of Death, and Witch of Death. She is an administrator for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, for which she runs their book club on Goodreads and heads their monthly newsletter.

 


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I want to promote reading. I know there are so many out there who have read a book and thought, this is something others need to know about. Reading encourages a lifelong passion for learning. #carolinareads is a movement that will give readers a chance to share what they are reading. There is a five question interview. I will share it on my website and give you a chance to not only promote your love of reading but also to promote yourself as you can include a website in your two sentence biography. Don’t live in the Carolinas? Well, do you know someone who does (hint: the person who created this form) you can still participate. Submit the form and I’ll let you know the date of your spotlight. Spread the word! Join the movement. Please email a picture if you would like it to be included.