Bury Him: A Memoir of the Viet Nam War by Captain Doug Chamberlain
Category: Non-Fiction (18 +), 348 pages
Genre: Memoir, Biographies of the Marines
Publisher: Love the West Publications LLC
Release date: November 2019

 

“…His book recounts his agonized response to a direct order to ‘bury’ the remains of a fallen Marine in Vietnam…”
—John E. Brown, III
Past president of JBU, and former AR State Senator

 

Synopsis

 

In this frank, engaging memoir, Captain Chamberlain chronicles the missions, personal courage and sacrifice of the Marines he was privileged to command; painfully recalls the unspeakable order he and his Marines were forced to obey; and the cover-up which followed. Nearly four decades later, Captain Chamberlain makes right what was wrong; brings closure to the family of a fallen and abandoned warrior and attempts to put to rest the guilt which plagued his military career and life. Unlike most books on the Viet Nam War, this book is written at a tactical level by a Marine Company Commander who was there.

 

 

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LIVES CHANGED FOREVER

an excerpt and author commentary from BURY HIM by Capt. Doug Chamberlain

 

“As I approached them, I could see the shock on their faces.  Those next few seconds of time changed my life forever.  At their feet lay a partially decomposed Marine on a poncho…he was lying face-up, and his most significant injury seemed to be that most of his left leg was missing.  What appeared to be his name was printed on his flak jacket with the use of a magic marker, which was a common practice in most units.  I could see that his “dog tags” were still on a chain around his neck.  I checked to see if the name on his flak jacket matched the name on his dog tags, and it did.”

Combat in war can be very debilitating mentally, especially for those who have been drafted into military service.  Most Americans do not have a visual concept of attempting to kill another person and succeeding.  An even more bizarre fact is that most people in combat are never aware of why they actually had to kill another person…a person who was a mother’s son, someone’s brother, or someone’s father.  Through it all, the statement attributed to United States Army General George Patton concerning the object of war is undeniably true:  The object of war is not to die for your country.  The object of war is to make sure some other poor dumb bastard dies for his.

To convince young Americans to serve in the Viet Nam War, there were enticements…enticements that were pledged to those warriors.  One time honored assurance was that if those who served our Country in that war in Southeast Asia made the ultimate sacrifice, their remains would be returned to their families…no matter what.

This is a book about the betrayal of a young Marine, and his family, whose remains were discovered after being left behind in a bomb crater for five weeks.  The gruesome truth was that I was then ordered to bury him in the jungles of South Viet Nam and participate in a cover-up in an attempt to make sure his family would never know the truth.  The horrible tragedy destroyed the trust and patriotic fervor of the Marines under my command, and the mental anxiety we experienced as a result of that unconscionable act changed our lives forever.

 

About the Author

Doug Chamberlain, the grandson of homesteaders in eastern Wyoming and western Nebraska, grew up with the “country values” instilled in him in the rural environment of a very small community. Even though there were only 10 students in his high school graduating class, several of his classmates pursued careers, public service, and military service that took them to various locations around the world. His rural values and the foundational reinforcement of those values at the University of Wyoming and John Brown University proved to be tested in their entirety when he became a Marine Infantry Officer in the Viet Nam War. His life changing experiences in that war proved to haunt him during his search to solve a mystery that spanned 50 years…and Bury Him details the sordid facts and the horrible truth that had eluded him.

 

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CRACK THE CODE: 10 Proven Secrets that Motivate Healthy Behavior and Inspire Fulfillment in Men Over 50 by Louis Bezich

Category: Adult Non-fiction 18 yrs +, 302 pages

Genre: Men’s Health / geared towards Men Over 50

Publisher: Somo Press, LLC

Release date: November 2018

 

 

Synopsis

 

“Crack The Code” presents an unconventional, motivation-based approach to health for men 50 and over. Ten strategies for creating and maintaining inspiration for a healthy lifestyle are advanced from a platform of survey research, interviews and the author’s personal experiences. Primary audiences for the book are men over 50 and the people that love them; their wives, partners, children and grandchildren. Additional audiences include health care providers, insurers, policy makers, men of all ages who want to find motivation for healthy behavior and anyone who has struggled with their health.

Asserting that without motivation no diet, exercise program, technology or other strategy will produce sustained results, “Crack The Code” describes how healthy-living men, one of the most health-challenged segments of the American population, exhibit a strong cognitive association between their life’s priorities and their behaviors; a catalytic awareness in which men often integrate their valued relationships into their health behaviors (they take walks with their wife). What the author terms Male Cognitive Behavioral Alignment. The secret sauce of male motivation outlined in the book is derived from a nationwide survey of 1,000 healthy-living men. “Crack The Code” translates the findings into strategies and tactics with actionable exercises.

Personal stories from interviews and focus groups add practical insights and emotion that engages readers. A discussion of relevant theories from psychology, management science and the fields of decision making and behavior change anchor the model in a context of well-established thinking. “Crack The Code” concludes with a call to action for a new culture of men’s health, outlining a confluence of social, economic and political factors in the US and beyond that represent a tipping point where healthy behavior among 50 plus men will become the new norm. Crack The Code’s focus on motivation and the psycho-social underpinnings of behavior fills a gap in a market dominated by publications on traditional diet and exercise. By digging deeper and using everyday men as a source, “Crack The Code” breaks new ground for a burgeoning segment of the baby-boomer population that is in desperate need of help. The potential to influence men of other ages as well as health care providers, insurers and policy makers, creates a tremendously valuable read.

 

 

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Behavioral Activities That Help You Reach Your Goal

 

I love my morning routine. It’s my personal time to reflect on the day ahead and get my exercise. It makes me feel great and gets me ready for what lies ahead every day. During the week, I typically awake at 4 a.m., enjoy a cup of coffee, and shave. While I’m shaving, I’ll contemplate the day ahead, what I need to accomplish, and what’s outstanding, or particularly challenging. I’ll quickly check my overnight email and perhaps add some items to my daily to-do list (another habit that keeps my life in order).

As you might guess, I’m the only one up at this hour. The stillness of the house is peaceful and provides me with a clarity of thought that helps me prepare for the day ahead.

By about 10 minutes to five, I’m on my way to the gym, which is only five minutes away (an important factor). My rhythm stems from a schedule of weight training on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and cardio workouts on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I particularly like the cardio days for the good sweat. While running, I’ll usually think about the day ahead and use the challenges of the upcoming day to power my run on the treadmill. By 6:00 a.m., I’m on my drive home, stopping to pick up some oatmeal, which I eat while I’m reading my three newspapers (two local and the Wall Street Journal). After a shower, it’s off to the office. My day is officially underway.

As you can see, there’s nothing terribly glamorous here. That’s the point of rituals, and what I heard from the men I interviewed reinforced it. While we all have the “big ticket” milestone activities (i.e., the trips to Europe I took with family in 2000 and 2013) that motivate us to maintain our health, but in large measure I find that it’s those small day-to-day actions that have the most impact on sustaining behavior and providing inspiration and accomplishment. In my case, six days a week, I have an opportunity to check off a box on my list of personal objectives. Being able to check that box, even mentally, is one small way that I contribute to the larger goal and physically feeling good in the process. You get it.

Do I sometimes miss my morning routine? Absolutely, if I’m not in bed by 9:30 p.m. (preferably nine o’clock) then 4 a.m. doesn’t work. So, a late meeting or other commitment can get me out of rhythm and feeling just a little “off” that day. Nevertheless, having institutionalized the practice, my body wants to get back in rhythm the next day, which I’m typically able to do. As much as humanly possible, the morning routine carries on during vacations and business trips. I may waive the 4 a.m. wake-up call for a later hour, but I generally maintain the basic exercise and diet regimen when I’m on the road.

 

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An executive for over 40 years in the public and private sectors, Louis Bezich currently serves as a Senior Vice-President with a major health care system. He is an adjunct professor in the Graduate Department of Public Policy and Administration at the Camden Campus of Rutgers University and sits on various public, non-profit and corporate boards. Bezich has published numerous articles in the field of public administration and health and is a contributing author to Corporate Lawbreaking and Interactive Compliance, edited by Jay A. Sigler and Joseph E. Murphy. He holds a master’s degree in public policy from Rutgers University, a bachelor’s degree in social science from the University of Tampa and is a graduate of Harvard University’s Program for Senior Executives in State and Local Government.

 

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Miranda and the D-Day Caper
Cozy Mystery
Publisher: Boutique of Quality Books (March 1, 2020)
Paperback: 338 pages

 

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A modern day mystery with WWII tactics, old-time heroes and values, and the efforts of two amateur cousin sleuths from the Heartland.

On a sparkling spring morning in the Blue Ridge, small-town realtor Miranda Davis approached the tailgate market, intent on dealing with her whimsical cousin Skip’s unexpected arrival from New York. It turns out that Skip was on the run and, in his panic, grabbed his beloved tabby Duffy, recalling that Miranda had a recent part in solving a case down in Carolina. His predicament stemmed from intercepting code messages like “Countdown to D-Day,” playfully broadcasting the messages on his radio show over the nation-wide network, and subsequently forced to flee.

At first, Miranda tried to limit her old childhood companion’s conundrum to the sudden abduction of Duffy the cat. But the forces that be were hell-bent on keeping Skip under wraps by any means after he now stumbled close to the site of their master plan. Miranda’s subsequent efforts to decipher the conspiracy and somehow intervene placed both herself and her old playmate on a collision course with a white-nationalist perpetrator and the continuing machinations of the right-wing enterprise, with the lives of all those gathered for a diversity celebration in nearby Asheville and a crucial senatorial vote on homeland security hanging in the balance.

 

 

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A Guest Post from Skip

 

Hi, my name is Skip. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this but I figure maybe if I can get it down on paper I can try to make some sense out of the predicament I’m in. Like how in the world I wound up in this little mountain town of Black Mountain a few miles east of Asheville when just a few days ago I was in the Big Apple of Manhattan filling in for an old acquaintance from the Heartland on his late night radio show.

First of all, I should explain that I’m an incurable storyteller. Very whimsical I might say. It just comes naturally to me. Second of all, I’ve done a lot of improv with a Second City troupe out of Chicago plus children’s theater.  In short, I’ve been trained to jump on anything that comes along and use it. Anything can be tapped and serve as a trigger. That’s the fun of it, that’s what gives you the great sense of freedom. Riding that wave into the unknown, making discoveries along the way. I love it, listeners and audiences love it. It’s kind of magic making something out of nothing.

At any rate, I’m about to go on following this pundit Russ Mathews who’s a kind of blowhard carrying on about how awful everything is and what this country needs is a big shakeup.  Sort of “Get them before they get you.” The other night, when he starts using World War II code—“D-Day is coming” words like that, I couldn’t take it any more. The minute he left the station after the five minute commercial break, I follow my opening kazoo signature theme doing a take-off on good ol’ Russ. I mean, I’m on the air to get all the insomniacs out there across the country to relax and hopefully go to bed. The last thing they need is to get all riled up by fear-monger Russ. So I start winging it, make it so D-Day is almost upon us, the center can’t hold, there’s a breach in the castle walls, we’ve got to take action. My ratings are going up almost immediately, call-ins are encouraging me like mad. My prospects are unlimited.

Next thing I know, I’m getting threatening phone calls. Back in my sublet in Hoboken, I receive a non-discloser form in my mailbox to sign or else. Shots are fired through my front window. To make the old long story short, I wind up grabbing my cat Duffy and hightailing it. Pretty soon, after being tailed to Pennsylvania, I try to shake them and head west and then due south.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. But I’ve got a cousin Miranda, an old playmate back in the day in Indiana who, as it happens, has received some notoriety lately as an amateur detective.  And also happens to live in a little secluded mountain town. Maybe she can help, offer me a little advice, offer me her services.

Oh, didn’t I say? The phantom posse just made off with my ginger tabby Duffy.

 

 

About the Author

 

Shelly Frome is a member of Mystery Writers of America, a professor of dramatic arts emeritus at the University of Connecticut, a former professional actor and, all told, has written over twenty-five plays in addition to his articles and novels.

A frequent contributor of articles on all facets of creative writing and acting, Shelly appears in numerous periodicals including Southern Writers Magazine where he is the film columnist. He is also a contributor to writers’ blogs and websites in the U.S. and the U.K.

His fiction includes Twilight of the Drifter, The Twinning Murders, and Lilac Moon. His Hollywood crime caper Tinseltown Riff was released in March 2013. His latest crime novel Murder Run was just released in August.

Among his works of non-fiction are the acclaimed The Actors Studio and texts on The Art and Craft of Screenwriting and writing for the stage. Shelly lives in Black Mountain, North Carolina.

 

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VIOLENCE / JOY / CHAOS

 

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Jane Marshall Fleming

 

Essays / Poems

Publisher: Rhythm & Bones Press

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Date of Publication: April 1, 2020

Number of Pages: 154

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This debut full-length hybrid collection of essays and poetry explores the moments of joy and chaotic hilarity that mingle with the experiences of trauma and trauma recovery.

Jane Marshall Fleming writes with boldness and shows the beauty in every moment amidst violent chaos, embracing joy just as much as darkness. Moving from a backdrop of a small Virginia town and eventually finding herself in the freedom and wilderness of the desert, readers will follow the author on her journey mapping her skin, sharing in her joys, grief, pain, loss, discovering love and self-growth, night-blooming like a desert flower.

 

 

 

 

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Publishing in a Pandemic

 

Guest Post by Author Jane Fleming

 

Ten days ago, I was still working on getting ready for the book launch and readings for my debut full-length book, Violence/Joy/Chaos. Even as the news about COVID-19 continued to roll in and the spread of the virus escalated, I tried to stay positive and worry about things like the number of books I would bring to the launch and what chapters or poems I would read.  I focused on interviews and preorder numbers and kept writing thank you notes. It was good work— work that feels productive and creative and celebratory all at once. And then, of course, the virus officially arrived here in Austin.

Early this week, we postponed my book launch event to comply with social distancing guidelines and I, like almost everyone else, have taken to my home to keep from getting or spreading the disease. These measures are important and are necessary steps to stopping the escalation of what has truly become a global crisis. That does not mean, however, that they do not bring with them disappointment. To have worked so hard for years to arrive at the publication of a book only to have the launch, sales, and celebration dismantled by something so far out of one’s control, for lack of a better word, sucks. And I know that this is a feeling that a lot of artists and performers are going through and it feels weird to meld that disappointment with other swirling anxieties like the service industry shut down (where many artists and performers work), the closing of many office spaces, the health of oneself and loved ones, and a country/world that is bracing for a likely failure of critical healthcare systems. In the grand scheme of things, the disruption of a book launch feels miniscule, perhaps even petty. At least, that is the line that I have been giving myself as I told everyone that it was “totally fine” and that there were “more important things.”

But thing is, even if it is true that there are far more important things right now, it is okay to feel these disappointments. Even in a pandemic, life goes on and we must be able to, even from a distance, celebrate life’s moments both big and small. In reality, now more than ever, we need the smile-inducing news of your accomplishments, a snippet of the poem you wrote today, an in-progress picture of the painting you have been working on while in “quarantine,” or the funny trick you just taught your dog. We need those videos of neighbors playing music with one another from their balconies, virtual movie nights, and video-chat happy hours. And with all of that, we need celebration. We still need community and the feeling of oneness, even if it must be from the comfort of our own homes. These are the things that remind us that, though the world itself might feel as though it is shuddering, as Dr. Ian Malcolm says, “Life, finds a way.”

So, while I will allow myself to feel the disappointment and confusion that comes with having my first book release in a pandemic, you will still find videos of me celebrating from the safety of my quarantine. Be healthy, be safe, be responsible, and don’t be afraid to find some real light through your computer screen.

 

Thank you for your thoughts during this crazy time Jane.  Who would have thought just a month ago that this is where we would be today?

 

 

 

 

Jane Marshall Fleming is an author and artist living in Austin, Texas. She currently works as an assistant instructor at the University of Texas at Austin and is also the author of the chapbook, Ocotillo Worship (Apep Publications, 2019). Violence/Joy/Chaos is her first full-length collection.

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Blue Skies

 

 

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Anne Bustard

 

 

Middle Grade / Historical Fiction

Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

Date of Publication: March 17, 2020

Number of Pages: 224

 

 

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Ten-year-old Glory Bea Bennett believes in miracles. After all, her grandmother—the best matchmaker in the whole county—is responsible for thirty-nine of them so far.

Now, Glory Bea wants a miracle of her own—her daddy’s return.

The war ended three years ago, but Glory Bea’s father never returned from the front in France. She believes Daddy is still out there.

When reports that the Texas boxcar from the Merci Train—a train filled with gifts of gratitude from the people of France—will be stopping in Gladiola, Glory Bea just knows Daddy will be its surprise cargo.

But miracles, like people, are always changing, until at last they find their way home.

 

 

 

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Praise

 

“I loved Blue Skies so much I couldn’t bear for it to end.” –Patricia Reilly Giff, Newbery Honor author of Lily’s Crossing and Pictures of Hollis Woods

“A heart-warming (and occasionally heart-wrenching) delight of a book . . .” –Joy Preble, Brazos Bookstore

“A tender story of grief and the gentle comfort of loved ones.” — Kirkus Reviews

 

 

 

The Gift of an Idea

 

by Anne Bustard

 

 

The spark for Blue Skies, my newest middle grade novel, was a happy surprise.

If I hadn’t gone to the summer workshop at the LBJ Presidential Library over fifteen years ago . . .

If Marcia Sharp, then Educational Specialist at the library, hadn’t taken us across the University of Texas at Austin campus to visit the Texas Memorial Museum …

If the Educational Specialist at the Texas Memorial Museum hadn’t shown us their website which included archived exhibits …

If the icon of a train with the words “Gratitude Train” hadn’t scrolled by and piqued my interest …

Blue Skies might never have been written.

You see, I’d never heard of the Gratitude Train before, also known as the Merci Train, which is central to my novel.

Even though I ran or walked by the Texas Merci boxcar for decades when it was displayed near Lady Bird Lake in Austin …

Even though it was one of 49 boxcars that traveled from France, filled with gifts of thanks for all we did before and after WWII …

Even though in 1949 the Merci Train was splashed across headlines and newsreels …

As soon as I learned more, lucky me, a story idea popped into my head.

I love that my research journey returned me to the LBJ Presidential Library.

Unbeknownst to me until years later, I learned it houses the Drew Pearson Papers. Mr. Pearson was instrumental in coordinating the arrival and distribution of the Merci Train boxcars with the French (one to each state, and one divided between the Territory of Hawaii and Washington D. C.).

So I returned again and again to read through Mr. Pearson’s memos, letters, newspaper articles, radio scripts, and more.

It’s been a long and twisty writing journey to publication, but I couldn’t be more grateful for the gift of an idea that originated with gifts of gratitude.

FYI The Texas Merci Train boxcar is now located at the Texas Military Museum at Camp Mabry in Austin. The museum is free and open to the public. The remaining artifacts are housed by the Briscoe American History Center at The University of Texas at Austin. Visit www.mercitrain.org anytime, for more information about the train.

 

 

 

 

 

Anne Bustard is the former co-owner of Toad Hall Children’s Bookstore in Austin, Texas, and an MFA graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Arts. She is the author of the middle grade novel, Anywhere But Paradise, as well as two picture books, RAD! and Buddy: The Story of Buddy Holly, which was an IRA Children’s Book Award Notable and a Bank Street Book of the Year. Hawaii-born, she divides her time between Texas and Canada.

 

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Title: In Bed with the Earl

Author: Christi Caldwell

Release Date: March 17, 2020

Publisher: Montlake

 

 

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To solve a mystery that’s become the talk of the ton, no clues run too deep for willful reporter Verity Lovelace. Not even in the sewers of London. That’s precisely where she finds happily self-sufficient scavenger Malcom North, lost heir to the Earl of Maxwell. Now that Verity’s made him front-page news, what will he make of her?

Kidnapped as a child, with no memories of his well-heeled past, Malcom prefers the grimy spoils of the culverts to the gilded riches of society. Damn the feisty beauty who exposed the contented tosher to a parade of fortune-hunting matchmakers. How to keep them at bay? Verity must pretend to be his wife. She owes him.

The intimacy of this necessary arrangement—Verity and Malcom thrust together in close quarters—soon sparks an irresistible heat. But when the charade ends, the danger begins. Will love be enough to protect them from a treacherous plot devised to ruin them?

 

 

 

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My newest release, In Bed with the Earl, features an unlikely Regency hero. He was born to nobility, was kidnapped, and grew up in the roughest streets of London, as a ‘tosher’…a sewer scavenger. Nothing about Malcom or his past is in any way conventional, but he also represents how our pasts shape who we are. And there is no doubting, his past molded him into who he is… a man who doesn’t let people close…and who protects what he does have. Which is why…when he does meet Verity, someone who wants to be close for him (first, for reasons related to her work…and then, the more she knows him, simply because she’s falling for him) he resists.

People are impacted by life, in different ways. We all have many layers; and for Malcom, those layers are protective ones; a shield to protect himself from being hurt…because he’s already known so much. Yes, he’s coarse and ragged, and rough, but beneath that, readers (I hope) will see what Verity sees…that he has a good heart, and is deserving of a happily-ever-after, not only for who he is to others, but because, with the life he’s lived, he deserves it for himself.

 

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Excerpt: In Bed with the Earl by Christi Caldwell

 

“May I help you, Miss Lovelace?”

That lethal purr sounded from the front of the room, a silky taunt.

With a gasp, the page slipped from her fingers and fluttered to a damning place at her feet.

Mr. Bram yanked the cloths from his eyes, and he took in Verity beside Mr. North’s open desk. And all the color left his face. “Oh, bloody hell.”

Oh, bloody hell, indeed. And all thoughts of having been rescued by a savior, and even the importance of this story, fled in the face of the danger staring back at her in his ruthless gaze.

He is going to kill me…

Verity swallowed hard. “If you’ll excuse us?” Mr. North murmured.

Verity took a step toward the door.

“Not you, Miss Lovelace.”

Mr. Bram climbed awkwardly to his feet. “Oi’m so sorry,” he said hoarsely, an apology that went ignored by Mr. North.

Her heart lurched. Every muscle in her body lurched. This was bad. Which would have been the understated statement of the century. She curled her toes into the soles of her borrowed slippers and followed the stranger’s—nay, he was no longer a stranger in name—the Earl of Maxwell’s gaze. As dread slowly wound its way through her, Verity curled those digits all the tighter.

And as it was all the easier to focus on matters within her control, she looked to her older patient as he limped across the room. “Be sure and try out those remedies, Mr. Bram.” She felt Mr. North sharpen his gaze on her person. “And I’ve something that might help with that limp, too,” she promised.

The older man stopped. “Do ya, now?”

She may as well have promised him the sun, moon, and stars for the way he looked at her. “Oh, yes. You’ll require—”

“Bram,” Mr. North snapped, and the older man instantly scuttled off, but not before flashing her an apologetic look.

“It is really not Mr. Bram’s fault. He’s not done anything wrong. You really shouldn’t take your…”

Not taking his eyes from her person, he reached behind him with an agonizing slowness and drew the door shut. Click. That soft but decisive snap that served as a seal of her fate.

Just like that, Verity’s bravado flagged. She clutched at the fabric of her skirts. Wanting to be the composed reporter gathering her research, and undaunted in the face of peril.

And she came up … pathetically empty.

That cold smile affixed to hard lips remained in place, a grin that no person would dare mistake for anything but the feral threat it was. He pushed away from the door and started a languid stroll toward her.

Had she truly been relieved about determining the identity of her savior and captor?

It was now all muddled.

“Now, Miss Lovelace? If that is your name?”

“M-my name?” Wasn’t it? Even her name eluded her in that moment. “Of course it is.” Her voice ended on a croak as he drew ever closer; the ice that frosted his gaze sprang her to the reality now facing her, the menace that spilled from his broad frame. Mayhap she’d been wrong. Because she’d experience with earls—was, in fact, the daughter of one. They were nothing like the predatory devil that stalked her now. “I am Miss Verity Lovelace. What grounds would I have to lie?” She hurried to place the chair of his desk between them as another barrier.

He stopped his pursuit. “And how may I help you?”

Ironically, the stranger—the gentleman—could have uttered no truer words than those.

They fortified her, and sent resolve creeping back into her spine as she brought her shoulders back. Verity met his gaze squarely. “Are you the Earl of Maxwell?”

Except, she already knew as much … she simply sought the confirmation from the gentleman’s mouth.

His eyes grew shuttered, but not before she caught the flash of horror in their blue-black depths.

He was a man unaccustomed to being challenged. And his unsettledness eased away further frissons of fear. Verity slid out from behind his desk chair and glided slowly across the room. She stopped when only a handful of steps separated her from the very stranger who’d put a knife to her earlier that night.

“Do I look like an earl?” he countered, belated with that reply—that deliberately evasive one.

Taking that as an invitation to study him, Verity peered at Mr. North. That slightly hooked nose, which had been broken one or more times, did little to conceal the aquiline appendage that served as a signal of his birthright. The small white nicks and scars merely marred a canvas of otherwise flawless high, chiseled cheeks and a hard, square jawline.

Glorious. Her pulse throbbed a beat harder. His features, melded with those flaws, only served to mark him beautiful in his masculinity.

His mouth crept up in a tight, one-sided smile that didn’t meet pitiless eyes. “Did you have a good look, Miss Lovelace?”

He’d noted her appreciation. Verity’s cheeks burnt, and she curled her toes into the soles of her borrowed slippers. He merely sought to disconcert her. It was a familiar state she’d found herself many times before, with many men before him. Feigning nonchalance, Verity gave her head a little toss. “You have the look and the tones of an earl,” she pointed out. “And more…” She gestured to those private missives she’d availed herself to. “You have letters written regarding the Baron Bolingbroke.” Verity stretched up on her tiptoes so she could at least hold his gaze and not be peered down at. “Therefore, Mr. North, I would say you are, in fact, the Earl of Maxwell, after all.”

 

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USA Today Bestselling, RITA-nominated author Christi Caldwell blames Julie Garwood and Judith McNaught for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and pick up her laptop to try her hand at romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections, and she rather enjoys torturing them before crafting them a well deserved happily ever after!

Christi makes her home in southern Connecticut where she spends her time writing her own enchanting historical romances and caring for her three spirited children!

 

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Easter Hair Hunt (The Bad Hair Day Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
16th in Series
Publisher: Orange Grove Press (March 10, 2020)
Print Length: 233 pages

 

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Hare today, dead tomorrow… Can a stylish sleuth pull a rabbit out of her hat to solve an Easter murder in this to-dye-for cozy mystery?

When hairstylist Marla Vail attends an Easter egg hunt at historic Tremayne Manor, she’s only there to fix hair for a client, Bonnie “Blinky” Morris. But when she’s asked to comb the grounds for leftover goodies, Marla discovers more than just a few dyed eggs. The dead body in the bunny costume is definitely not having a good hare day. And Blinky seems to have disappeared down a rabbit hole.

When trying to solve a murder, everyone needs a friend who’s all ears. For Marla, that’s her husband, homicide detective Dalton Vail. They make an eggcellent team. Dalton isn’t the kind to leap to conclusions, but with his wife seven months pregnant, and knowing Marla finds crime-solving to be irresistible, he worries about her running off on another hare-raising adventure.

Marla’s peeps are hoping for a happy ending, but she may have found a basketful of trouble this time. Can she crack the case before Blinky becomes the next victim?

 

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Postage Stamps are History by Nancy J. Cohen

 

 

In Easter Hair Hunt, my latest Bad Hair Day mystery, hairstylist Marla Vail and her homicide detective husband Dalton, interview a stamp collector to determine who might have had a motive for murder. Whereas Marla previously thought of postage stamps as mere pieces of paper, she gains a new appreciation for these collectors’ items as part of our national history and cultural representation.

In 1837, Sir Rowland Hill, the British Postmaster General, proposed that mail should go anywhere in Britain for the same rate. The sender would pay the postage, and payment was noted by placing a small piece of colored paper on the outside of the letter. This change was enacted in 1840. In 1847, the United States Post Office Department printed its first stamps.

Marla and Dalton chat with a stamp collector on the subject to learn more about a potential suspect. Here’s an excerpt from their conversation:

 

Jonny tucked his hands into his pants pockets. “The first perforated stamps appeared in 1857 in the United States. People have been collecting them ever since they were issued.”

“So their history is part of their value?” Dalton said.

Jonny gave a vehement nod. “Most definitely. Philately is the study of stamps, postal history, and related topics. You can be called a philatelist even if you don’t own any stamps. For example, a philatelist might study rare stamps that have a significant historical value, like the ones you see in museums. Postage stamps reveal more than the history of a letter. They can represent the history of a nation.”

“What draws people to collecting stamps?” Marla asked. “They’re essentially pieces of paper.”

“They’re so much more, my dear. Each stamp tells a story. They’re art, history, economics, and romanticism all in one. The introduction of special commemorative stamps drew even more interest to the hobby. The first stamp in this country that was issued to remember our history was in 1893 to commemorate Christopher Columbus’ discovery of the New World. These stamps can be worth thousands of dollars, depending on their condition.”

“Do collectors have a focus, like a particular area of interest?”

He nodded. “People might collect stamps from a particular country. Or they might pursue a certain topic, such as scenes with birds or famous scientists or sports. My specialty is stamps with flowering plants issued in the United States. These show our living botanicals from an American landscape perspective.”

“How do you sell them? Don’t you have to find other collectors who might be interested?” Marla couldn’t help becoming interested in the topic. She’d never really thought about the different pictures or meaning of a stamp.

“We sell them to a stamp dealer or offer them to a philatelic auction house. Most of us aren’t in it for the money, though. We want to learn more about the history, culture, science, and technology that the stamps illustrate.”

 

As Marla notes later to Dalton, someone indeed may have been collecting stamps for money. In fact, this angle could be a motive for murder.

 

Do you order special stamps or you buy whatever is standard at the post office?

 

Thank you Nancy for sharing that information about stamps.  I know my dad used to go and buy stamps and I can’t tell you everything we found after he passed!  It was interesting to see the stamps that he had purchased. – StoreyBook Reviews

 

 

 

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Nancy J. Cohen writes the Bad Hair Day Mysteries featuring South Florida hairstylist Marla Vail. Titles in this series have made the IMBA bestseller list and been selected by Suspense Magazine as best cozy mystery. Nancy has also written the instructional guide, Writing the Cozy Mystery. Her imaginative romances, including the Drift Lords series, have proven popular with fans as well. A featured speaker at libraries, conferences, and community events, Nancy is listed in Contemporary Authors, Poets & Writers, and Who’s Who in U.S. Writers, Editors, & Poets. When not busy writing, she enjoys fine dining, cruising, visiting Disney World, and shopping.

 

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Murder at the Marlowe Club (The Milliner Mysteries)
Historical Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Publisher: JDP Press (February 24, 2020)
Print Length: 209 pages

 

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A corpse in a corset. A dangerous gambling den. A perilous path between safety and peril.

London, 1905. Leading milliner Emily Gates’ illegal shortcut through a private park in the rain brought her straight to a scantily clothed corpse. Then her route took her straight into the hands of the indefatigable Lady Kaldaire, who recognized the body as a relative of her longtime friend, the Duchess of Wallingford. Lady Kaldaire blackmailed Emily before to find Lord Kaldaire’s killer. Why not this murderer, too?

Emily has plenty of reasons why not, but finding links between her father’s nefarious family of crooks and conmen and the debauchery of the secretive Marlowe Club involves her in the investigation led by the handsome Inspector Russell of Scotland Yard. Emily discovers more than she expects about the licentious world of the corpse through her aristocratic customers, including Georgia, heroine of the Victorian Bookshop Mysteries, now the Duchess of Blackford.

Are the scandal rags correct, or has the victim been maligned by a mastermind who’ll stop at nothing to gain everything?

This is a historical cozy mystery with no graphic violence, sex, or foul language. Just exciting action, mysterious events, and surprising endings.

 

 

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Kate Parker found this letter of Lady Kaldaire’s in her morning room and copied it for your enjoyment. Kate’s newest story is Murder at the Marlowe Club.

 

London, 1905

 

My dearest Helene,

 

It seems an age, dear cousin, between letters, but I was overjoyed to receive your latest news. I’m glad to learn that your grandson’s pneumonia has finally cleared. From what you have told me about Ontario winters, I’m surprised the rest of you aren’t ill as well. I traveled to Scotland ten years ago, and I’m still recovering from the shock. I’m perfectly happy to stay in London and let the rest of you travel to the Empire.

The flowers are just beginning to break through the beds and I can see buds on the tree branches in the parks. We’ve had beastly amounts of rain, but it will serve to give us a beautiful spring.

With the warmer weather has come a most perplexing problem. Do you remember my friend Lulu from our days on the Grand Tour? You may recall she’s the Duchess of Wallingford now. Well, her second son’s wife, Lady Theo Hughes, was found a few days ago in the park with her neck slit. It was most surprising since she was found in a rather garish corset and a cape. No shoes, stockings, or jewelry.

The lucky things is, she was found by my milliner, Emily Gates. You’ve heard me speak of her before. She found Horace after he’d been attacked in his study. That was the first time I’d spoken more than a dozen words to her, although when you find someone burgling your home who was considerate enough to summon help for poor Horace, you tend to speak although we’d never been formally introduced.

That night was when I learned Emily is the daughter and granddaughter of notorious criminals. As a child, she learned to pick locks and burgle homes and find hidden compartments. That was how she broke into Kaldaire House. Of course, I was shocked, but I also saw how her talents could be used to help solve Horace’s murder. And they did.

So now I’ve recruited Emily to help me discover who killed poor Lady Theo, scandalous woman that she is. Lady Theo, not Emily, who is the pinnacle of discretion despite her unfortunate family. It’s very simple, really. I’m the only one of her clients who knows about her family line, and she has many customers who would leave her and never return if they knew. Some aristocrats are such snobs, even concerning their tradespeople.

When I threatened to tell everyone about the criminals in her family, Emily had no choice but to help find the killer. Now Helene, I can hear you across the ocean calling me cruel. Perhaps, but it is the fastest way to convince the child to do what she must. She is a child, perhaps in her mid-twenties, and quite lovely, but stubborn. It is her duty to use her considerable skills to see a wrong is righted, as we all must.

Emily is what is best in our nation. She just needs a little incentive to see things my way. I can hear you now, Helene. Don’t be like that. I am, as always, right.

 

Affectionately,

 

Your loving cousin,

Roberta, Lady Kaldaire

 

 

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Kate Parker grew up reading her mother’s collection of mystery books and her father’s library of history and biography books. Now she can’t write a story that isn’t set in the past with a few decent corpses littered about.

 

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Playing the Devil (A Bridge to Death Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Publisher: Kensington (January 28, 2020)
Paperback: 304 pages

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Reporter and bridge player Wendy Winchester once again plays ace detective when a country club member is murdered in a hot tub . . .

Now an investigative reporter for the Rosalie Citizen in the Mississippi River port of Rosalie, Wendy still likes to unwind over a game of cards. Following the demise of the Rosalie Bridge Club, she’s started her own group at the Rosalie Country Club. During the first meeting of the Country Club Bridge Players, the dummy has barely been laid down when another dummy gets in a scuffle at the bar across the room. Bridge player Carly Ogle’s husband Brent is at it again.

After the club’s new female golf pro breaks up the fight, Brent storms off to soak in a hot tub. But Carey soon finds the bullying Brent dead in the water, clubbed over the head with the pestle the barkeep uses to crush leaves for mint juleps.

Racist, sexist, homophobic, and an all-around lout, Brent made enough enemies to fill a bridge tournament. So Wendy has to play her cards right to get the story—and stay out of hot water long enough to put the squeeze on the killer . . .

 

 

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Today we welcome R. J. Lee to StoreyBook Reviews as he shares with us the role of women in his books and others.  Thanks for joining us today and sharing your thoughts.

 

Do you like strong female characters? Do you like women represented in positions of power in your fiction?

Then R. J. Lee’s A BRIDGE TO DEATH MYSTERY series is for you. The series debuted last year about this time with GRAND SLAM MURDERS, now in its second printing and enthusiastically reviewed by KIRKUS, BOOKLIST, PUBLISHERS’ WEEKLY, MIDWEST BOOK REVIEWS, MYSTERY SCENE MAGAZINE and SUSPENSE MAGAZINE. In that one, Lee’s ambitious young, female amateur sleuth, Wendy Winchester, solves the simultaneous poisoning of the four wealthy widows comprising the Rosalie Bridge Club.

In the just-released second installment—PLAYING THE DEVIL—Wendy decides to form her own bridge club (she’s hooked on the game!) because she was in line to join the one that is now wiped out. She is able to round up a table of four which she convenes at the Rosalie Country Club. The other three players are Deedah Hornesby, the RCC’s first female director, Hollis Hornesby, Deedah’s artist son, and Carly Ogle, wife of the RCC’s major contributor and benefactor, Brent Ogle.

But there’s much more to Brent than that. A former star college quarterback turned ‘personal injury/billboard’ lawyer, he is furious that the RCC has a female director, who has then turned around and hired the club’s first female golf pro. When Wendy and Deedah introduce bridge to the club, Brent fears they are trying to turn his ‘jock zone’ into a ladies’ ‘tea party.’ Used to throwing his weight around, he has become Rosalie’s most notorious bully, sexist, xenophobe and homophobe.

No sooner have Wendy and Deedah convened their first bridge game in the RCC’s Great Room, than Brent rolls in, feisty and annoyed that his two golfing partners have beaten him on the front nine for the first time ever. He then proceeds to get drunk, provoke a fist fight, which has to be broken up by the female golf pro, and then finishes by calling out everyone in the room. With a flourish, he then retires to the club’s outside hot tub to soak and pout.

Fate soon intervenes when a horrendous weather cell hovers over Rosalie, knocking out the power all over town and at the club for a good thirty minutes. When Carly decides to check on her husband during the blackout, she finds him dead in the tub, clubbed over the head with the pestle the barkeep uses to make his famous mint juleps.

The official investigation, conducted by Wendy’s detective boyfriend and Chief of Police father, begins once power is restored. So, who are the suspects beside the bartender? Who isn’t? Everyone inside the building was continually taunted, abused and mistreated by Brent. So it’s impossible to dismiss the possibility that anyone, besides the bartender, could have swiped the pestle and done the deed.

Wendy’s female editor and mentor orders up a separate investigation for the paper, and Wendy dives in, just as she did in GRAND SLAM MURDERS. But both investigations bog down. There are no prints or DNA around the hot tub because the water and steam have compromised any that existed. Meanwhile, the prints and DNA of everyone in the building at the time are everywhere abundant because they were all there all afternoon and evening, proving nothing. Furthermore, identities and whereabouts prove vexing to document because of the darkness. Glimpses of cell phone flashlights here and there aren’t much to go on or prove anything.

Wendy encounters twist after twist until she puts herself in harms’ way enough to come up with who was and who wasn’t involved in Brent Ogle’s death? Was it a solo crime? Or were two or more involved? Or—except for Wendy—was everyone at the RCC at the time in on it?

Don’t miss this follow-up to GRAND SLAM MURDERS, with the third installment—COLD READING MURDER by R. J. Lee—to follow this time next year.

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About the Author

R. J. Lee follows in the mystery-writing footsteps of his father, R. Keene Lee, who wrote fighter pilot and detective stories for Fiction House, publishers of WINGS Magazine and other ‘pulp fiction’ periodicals in the late ’40’s and ’50’s. Lee was born and grew up in the Mississippi River port of Natchez but also spent thirty years living in the Crescent City of New Orleans. A graduate of the University of the South (Sewanee) where he studied creative writing under Sewanee Review editor, Andrew Lytle, Lee now resides in Oxford, Mississippi.

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Black Cat and the Secret in Dewey’s Diary:
A Tale of History, Mystery, Riddles and Gold.
Cozy Mystery
4th in Series
Publisher: Elk Grove Publications (September 6, 2019)
Paperback: 264 pages

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In this dual tale of mystery, lost treasure, and riddles, while Black Cat narrates the exciting events in Fern Lake, Kimberlee discovers a cryptic clue in a diary about a hidden treasure, and heads to Austria to solve the puzzle.

When Kimberlee and Dorian arrive in Austria, they attract the attention of a stalker determined to steal the diary in hopes the clues will lead him to the treasure first. On a collision course, it is inevitable that Kimberlee and the stalker meet in Hopfgarten.

Black Cat and Angel’s lives are endangered with the arrival of Kimberlee’s grandmother in Fern Lake, and the return of a man presumed dead for twenty-five years. With both arrivals, emotional and financial difficulties loom for Kimberlee’s family. Since their return to Fern Lake, Angel seems reluctant or unable to adjust to her new home. Does she regret leaving Texas and Grandmother? And, when the opportunity arises, will she decide to leave Black Cat and Fern Lake?

 

 

 

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The Elevator Pitch – Elaine Faber

 

The blurb on the back of my cozy cat mystery reads something like this. ‘While Black Cat narrates his own challenges back home, his mistress, Kimberlee, follows a clue to a lost treasure she found in a WWII soldier’s diary. It sends her on a treasure hunt to Austria. Little does she know she is on a collision course with a stalker determined to steal the diary and reach the treasure…blah…blah…blah…’

The back of the cover cannot explain the plot’s humor, drama, intrigue, or the battle on the beaches of Normandy and the friendship struck between Dewey and a German soldier recorded in the diary, or the beauty of Austria, or the intrigue as Kimberlee matches wits with the stalker.

When I first starting writing years ago, no one told me there was more to ‘being an author’ than plots and dialogue. In these days of limited acceptance by traditional publishing houses, unless one has achieved personal fame or fortune and a platform of 10,000, an author must resort to Indie Publishing and be a jack of all trades.

Beyond writing talent, one must master the skills of publicist, bookkeeper, full-time blogger, cover artist, and skilled orator, always keeping an eye and ear open for opportunities to participate on author panels and speaking engagements. Though not necessarily a ‘master’ at any of the above mentioned skills, I’ve become somewhat competent in most. Now, I’ve learned I must master one more skill… Memorize an ‘elevator pitch’ on the off chance that, perhaps in a coffee shop or the dry cleaners, I should run into a literary agent sipping a Carmel Macchiato or picking up dry cleaning.

It is imperative to command the agent’s undivided attention with an opening hook and define my scintillating plot’s originality. I must convince him everyone from a cowboy in Texas to a stockbroker in Hollywood would buy my book with his last green dollar, and how it will become a Best Seller…and accomplish all this in sixty seconds or less.

I have practiced my ‘elevator pitch’ in front of a three-way mirror and perfected where to smile, when to pause for special effect, and when to use hand motions to emphasize the final sentence. It has become second nature and the words now roll off my tongue like scotch tape at a Christmas party.

Unfortunately, in my case, I fear if I should ever be fortunate enough to find myself on that much discussed elevator with an agent, in spite of my good intentions and hours of practice, I expect the conversation would more likely go something like this.

“Uh… You’re that Zondervan guy, right! Wait. Let me push this button and stop the elevator. I never thought… I have some notes here somewhere. Where is that paper? Well, never mind. I wrote a book, see? You’re not going anywhere special right now, right? About that book I wrote… You’re gonna love it. I called it Black Cat and the Secret in Dewey’s Diary. Do you like cats? It’s narrated partly by the cat. At least half of it. The other half is in Austria. There’s a stolen treasure, see and Kimberlee…that’s the lady, not the cat. She finds a clue in a diary. Well, you have to read it. So, there’s this cat…see….

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About the Author

 

Elaine Faber lives in Northern California with her husband and feline companions. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, California Cat Writers, and Northern California Publishers and Artists. She volunteers with the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop. She enjoys speaking at public venues, sharing highlights of her novels. Her short stories have appeared in national magazines and multiple anthologies.

Black Cat’s Legacy, With the aid of his ancestors’ memories, Thumper helps pursue a cold case murder.

Black Cat and the Lethal Lawyer, Thumper accompanies his family to a Texas horse ranch where they confront wild horses, embezzling, false identities and attempted murder.

Black Cat and the Accidental Angel, Black Cat and his companion are left behind following an MVA. Taken in by a family facing personal and financial disaster, Black Cat and Angel encounter danger and a spiritual encounter.

Mrs. Odboddy-Hometown Patriot, Eccentric Mrs. Odboddy believes Nazi spies and conspiracies run amuck through her town.

Mrs. Odboddy-Undercover Courier, Mr. O carries a package by train to President Roosevelt that she presumes are secret war documents. She is equally sure Nazi spies are after her package and will to anything to deliver the package to the president.

Mrs. Odboddy-And Then There was a Tiger, Falsely accused of various crimes, Agnes sets about to restore her reputation and missing war bond money.

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