The promo for the book ends tonight at 10:00 PM at smashwords.com. Here is the prologue for the book Blood Lines The Curse.
Cathryn looked at the time on the screen of her laptop when her phone rang. It was ten thirty at night and she had been about to shut down her computer and try to get some sleep. When she reached for her phone and saw who it was she became excited.
“Cathryn it’s me, Gary.” The man on the other end sounded hesitant.
“What is it Gary?”
“I think I found what you’re looking for but the person who may have your answers doesn’t want to talk to me. You may have to come up here. I think she would be a lot more likely to talk to you than me.”
“Gary do you really think this woman may hold the answers?” Cathryn didn’t want to get her hopes up. This was too important and she had been led down the wrong road before.
“Cathryn from everything I have been able to find out about this woman; yes, I think she might have the answers. She ninety two years old and lives in the same house that her parents lived in all their lives. It is also the same house her grandparents lived in. People I’ve talked to say she and her family have been here for about as long as the town has been here. Cathryn I think she may be the one you’ve been looking for.” Gary didn’t want his client going out on a wild goose chase any more than she wanted to go on one.
“Gary I know when I first came to see you that you thought I was some kind of nutcase but over time you’ve done enough digging to know that there is something to my story. If this woman knows anything about the past I need to get that information.”
“Cathryn I don’t think she just knows, I think she may actually be a part of it. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Gary held his breath hoping she would catch on. He was sitting in the middle of an all-night diner and he didn’t want to have to spell it out for her where he was, surprisingly enough the place was pretty full at the moment.
“Are you telling me this woman may honestly be one…?” Cathryn was cut short by the man.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. She just won’t talk to me. I guess I asked the wrong question of the wrong person and it got back to her.” Gary should have been more careful but he really hadn’t expected this to get this far. He certainly hadn’t expected to come across anyone who might be connected to what Cathryn was looking for.
“You’re about three hours away from me. I’m going to pack me an overnight bag and head in your direction as soon as I can get up and get dressed. Can you get me a room where you’re staying for a couple of days?” Cathryn had already thrown the covers off and was heading to the bathroom to grab what she would need from out of there.
“Sure the room next to mine is vacant so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Gary hated that she had to start out this time of night but the sooner she could talk to this lady the better.
“OK, I’ll see you in a few hours.” Cathryn hung up the phone and finished dressing.
After she finished packing a bag she stopped a minute and wondered if she should call her daughter and then decided against it. She would call her tomorrow and tell her she got called out of town on business. If she called her now she would only be met with a hundred questions and Cathryn wasn’t in the mood to try and dodge them right now.
Cathryn got the remainder of the things she needed and stepped out into her garage. Shutting and locking the door behind her she carried the overnight bag and her backpack that held her notebook with all her notes in it to the car and put them in the trunk. She hoped that what was in that notebook would help convince the woman that Gary had found to talk to her.
Cathryn prayed for what to her was a miracle. To know that her only child would be safe from whatever it was that hung over her head was all she asked. Cathryn had been chasing ghost now for over ten years trying to find a way to save her daughter’s life. Emma didn’t know about the dark cloud that had hung over her father’s family for generations. Maybe Emma would never have to know all of it if she could confirm what she had begun to suspect. What Cathryn prayed for was that she could find the answers and stop her daughter from being claimed by the Rodger’s family curse. Right now the only thing she could do was hope.
Cathryn made her way out of Memphis and on to the two lane highway that was the most direct route. She could have taken the expressway but that would have taken her further out of the way and would have only ending up costing her more time.
She settled back in the driver’s seat making herself comfortable in anticipation of the long drive ahead. Cathryn really liked being out on country roads at night. You generally had them to yourself and if you didn’t get to lead footed the locals would usually tolerate you going five and maybe even ten miles over the speed limit. Tonight however she was sticking to the speed limit. She wasn’t going to take any chance of getting stopped by some local police officer and ending up losing a lot of time.
Cathryn had been making great time and was only a little over an hour from her destination. She thought about what this might mean for Emma. This might not be any guarantee of growing to a nice old age but it definitely improved her chances. To know that her daughter might actually be able to have a long and full life when no Rogers had managed that since the late eighteen nineties made Cathryn smile.
Cathryn had driven about a hundred and twenty miles out from the city when she topped a hill. She never had time to take evasive action because the car coming at her was going way too fast. It had crossed over the center lines and was headed right for her. Cathryn tried to find a way around but he was on her before she could even turn her steering wheel. The other car hit her head on. Not even her seat beat and air bag was enough to help her when the other car had been traveling at over ninety miles an hour. Between its speed and her fifty five the front end of her car flew into pieces ramming the engine into the fire wall of the car and the steering wheel into her chest.
Just before the two cars collided Cathryn screamed. The last thing she thought of before she passed into oblivion was of her daughter Emma.
When Cathryn hadn’t shown up by morning Gary tried to call her. When he got no answer after the third try he began to worry. It was at that moment there was a story that came on the news. A woman had been killed in a serious auto accident sometime well before dawn. The accident had happened about sixty miles from where Gary was. They weren’t releasing the woman’s name yet because her family hadn’t been notified but they did tell the reporters that the woman was from Memphis. Gary knew that the woman was Cathryn.
He would of course have to confirm that but deep down he knew. What he didn’t know was what to do now. The one thing that Cathryn had always been adamant about was making sure that Emma never knew what she had been doing.
Gary put his phone away and sat there on the side of the bed in the motel room. Tears started rolling down his cheeks and him hoping he was wrong and that that lovely woman would soon knock on his door. Cathryn had been his client for almost as long as she had been searching herself and they had become friends and would even on occasion share a meal and even been the others plus one once or twice. He thought about going to the old woman again and see if she would talk to him but he knew she wouldn’t.
Maybe in a couple of months when things had settled down he would get in touch with the Cathryn’s daughter and talk to her then. Hopefully the old woman wouldn’t up and die on him before that. He would go against the agreement he made with Cathryn but not now, now wasn’t the time. If he had known at that moment what would happen in the very near future he would have gone immediately to Emma and told her. Unfortunately by the time he did get around to it, it would be too late. Emma would have found the answers for herself, the hard way.
I hope to be taking a trip to Missouri soon and get a chance to visit with Emma and the gang there. Looking forward to seeing the farm and the irises in bloom.
I will be walking the fields and maybe get a little digging in the dirt while I'm there as well. I have found some really interesting things doing that and hope to find more.
Of course Gina will be going along with her feller so it should be an interesting trip if we can work everything out. Child in school and all that.
I always feel like I'm going home when I go. Something about that place is magical to me but I couldn't begin to put it into words. Me out of words, right.
Right now my first book Blood Lines The Curse is free at Smashwords until next Thursday April 27.
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After running the promo one of the facebook pages didn't do quite as well as I had hoped but what the hell. The first book in the series Blood Lines The Curse is free for a week. It runs from today till next Thursday. Today is my daughter Gina's birthday so I'm giving everyone a birthday present in her honor. She is also graduating from the U of M two weeks from Saturday, or depending on who wins the games maybe Sunday, so I have a lot to be happy about. So Happy Birthday Gina and I hope a lot of people enjoy their gifts.
Please take this opportunity to read one of my books for free and let me know what you think.
You can get the book at Smashwords and the link is listed below.
The book Trialer
These past few months have been hectic to say the least. One daughter graduating from college, two out of four grandchildren who stay ill a lot of the time, and of course the usual spats that our girls have with their sweeties.
Now these are just the highlights of what’s been going on since the first of the year but I think you get it. There are other things as well and although there are other things as well and although they are no less important those are things that most of you can relate to.
I’ve had several issues with several companies regarding my work, all of which I’ve won, that have taken up a lot of my time and effort. I’ve been trying to get a small book put together that will start out as a few eBook and regardless of how big it is or what the price on it is it’s still a lot of work.
As I said there are more but going into them would just result in another one of my famous rants and I’m really not in the mood for that right now.
I think I’ll focus on the one thing that leaves me not knowing whether to laugh or scream, the spats. I have told my girls over and over again that guys are dumb. Sorry guys but you are. I sometimes think how many marriages could be saved if men would just learn to keep their mouths shut and get with the program.
Men can do something so sweet and seemingly thoughtful then they open their mouths and bam, down the drain all your efforts go. Telling your wife or girlfriend how good she looks then turn around in the same sentence and add, ‘have you put on weight?’ is not a good thing. Unless the lady of your life has been seriously ill and is trying to put weight on that is never a good thing to say and even then I wouldn’t make bet on it. If your lady is in a foul mood passing it off to her as her going through PMS is not good and Lord help you if you add the word ‘just’ to it is going to result in the hammer of doom coming down on your head and you deserve it. I’m going to add the word ‘just’ here myself, JUST SHUT UP.’
I really love the ones who never shut up. You guys will go on and on about whatever the hell you’re interested in or is affecting your job, friends, favorite sport, or the damn asshole who nearly ran you off the road but you neglect to listen when the lady is talking. Hell most of the times we have to ask you three times about something before you answer us.
Now here’s the real kicker. I know with my husband, yes that little angel is guilty of these things too, when I need him to talk he shuts up like a damn clam. The one that really gets me is the ‘where do you want to go to dinner’? You have no idea how much I hate that question.
Buddy. “Where do you want to go to dinner?” Yes he is the one to ask first and the nightmare begins.
Me. “What do you feel like eating hon?” No I’m not trying to be difficult here.
Buddy. “I don’t know, what do you want?” Now I could go on from here drawing this out forever and a day but I’ll keep it fairly short and simple. We have spent thirty or more minutes, sometimes if it’s for something special it can take days, with me naming off different places until I hit on where he wants to go. This isn’t just, yes there’s that word again, occasionally but every damn time. I’ve talked to other women about this and they go through the same damn thing with their men. What the hell is your problem guys? This isn’t just with dinner. This happens any time we decide to do anything, take a vacation, a day trip, hell just going to the damn store.
I think that secretly guys want to see how far they can push us before we lose it and pick up something and pound them to death.
The weapon below is the one I would pick up.
First let me say I can really be absent minded and even distracted at times. My mind can be all over the place when I should be concentrating on one thing. That little fault of mine caused me a very sleepless night last night.
I took my adorable husband out to dinner last night, you remember, the one who damn near gave me a heart attack? We had a lovely meal at a local Mexican restaurant, their name will come later.
After we got home and later after my husband went to bed I printed off some new author/business cards and went to put them in my little wallet. What wallet? No wallet. Where the hell is my wallet? Although I have a set place for this little gem and even remembered putting it back in its nice little safe spot I went through my purse. No wallet. I dumped the entire contents of my handbag out on the living room floor. No wallet. What the hell. No wallet. If my husband hadn't been quietly asleep in bed I would have screamed. Notice I was nice enough not to scream and wake the sleeping darling up. I didn't even go into the bedroom and wake him gently to tell him that my id and the one card I carry with me everywhere I go were missing. I carry these two items together in this little piece of leather protection because it is small enough to slip into almost any pocket without being noticed and fits snugly. I've never lost it out of a pocket.
When my husband leaves for work this morning at the butt crack of dawn I kiss him bye and still don't tell him. I have a plan. I will wait until the restaurant opens, that's at 11:00 AM and see if someone found it there before I tell my wonderful husband. I figure that if it is the most I will get out of it is a stern talking to and he will mercilessly tease me about it for months but the important thing is I WON'T GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK. Yes there is the big possibility that it isn't and the heart attack will be forthcoming, but hey I can at least exhaust all other possibilities before I murder Buddy with the bad news. I wonder if you can go to jail for that?
At 9:30 AM I decided to wait, hell I had to do something, and start calling and hope someone is there and will answer the phone. No I honestly didn't think anyone would but I'm a person with unlimited hope and optimism when faced with really nasty situations.
The phone rings and almost immediately the sweetest man in the world answers the phone. I quickly explain my plight to this voice from heaven I hope and wait for an answer.
"Well yes it did get turned in and it's in the office. Can you describe it?"
Are you kidding? I just gave a detailed description to you about what it looked like and what was in it. I rack my feeble brain for anything else I might add to the description I had already given that would assure this lovely man that indeed this restaurant was in possession of my property and finally it came to me. It's black leather. I probably should have lead with that, huh.
At this point in is time I feel safe in calling my husband so he can run by and pick it up for me but his voice mail picks up and I hang up without bothering to leave a message. Crap. Almost immediately I get a text from him stating he is at the doctor's office. I should have remembered that he had an appointment this morning. I'm so glad I refrained from telling him doubly now because if he had known that little item was missing I can only imagine what his blood pressure would have been and he would have probably ended up in the hospital when the doctor saw it.
See, I managed to avoid two possible bad outcomes for my dear sweet husband simply by keeping my mouth shut. He however, still does something on occasion that scares the crap out of me and sends my heart thudding like an ancient drum pounding out a warning of immediate and immense danger.
So to the entire staff at Poncho's Restaurant thank you for being so honest and considerate of you patrons and helping me not give my husband a heart attack.
So where does the absentminded distraction come in? I remember when I put that little thing back in my purse I thought I should double check it because it didn't feel right when I put it away but Buddy or the waitress said something at that point and I got distracted.
When I started writing my first book the main character was modeled after someone very near and dear to me, my daughter. Yes there is a lot of Gina in Emma. Like Emma Gina is an amazing young woman.
There have been times however when that has caused a problem. You see Emma took on a life of her own and started to develop her own personality traits. The other problem was that as a mom I can and do often see Emma as I do my own child.
In a way all the characters that a writer comes up with is their children, good and bad. You would also be surprised to know that our characters do talk to us. Yes I know it sounds crazy and I even had my friend, who happens to be a doctor, a little worried. Actually she was a lot worried and began to think that she might have to talk to my husband and Gina about me getting serious professional help. I'm talking real serious, the type that involves locked doors. She did her research and found this to be quite normal evidently, I was glad to hear it because I was right there with her on wondering if I needed serious help. Of course she didn't tell me any of this until she had her facts. I wonder if she thought I was maybe even dangerous. You have to understand she has read all my books God love her. Anyway she was satisfied that I was no crazier than I was before I started writing so all was good.
Anyway back to Emma. Emma, as well as Grayson decided they needed their own facebook pages. They wanted to reach out to people outside the covers of a book and that is what they are now doing. The thing is they need your help. Please spread the word and if you haven't read one of my books please do so. I've got a promotional going on right now that if they reach so many likes between now and April 20 which happens to be someone's birthday Blood Lines The Curse in eBook will be free for a week. This will be limited to Amazon and Smashwords for now. I'm not sure about other outlets.
So please check out their pages and give them a shout. They will love hearing from you. I know you think it's me but it may surprise you. LOL.
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So why the hell am I so flaming mad? Of course I'm talking about that damn YouTube Saga. The second company released their claim to my video on April 3 while the last one just let their time run out. So everything on my end is free and clear.
Not one explanation to what happened or what the other person's video was about. I never got to see their video although they were allowed to go over mine. I still feel this is a one sided affair. These people tied my video up for over a flipping month but 'Oh well it sucks to be you" I guess is there attitude.
Everyone deserves to be treated fairly but as we all know that is seldom the way it goes. I know this and at this point in my life I should be used to it but sometimes it just pisses me off. I have the unbelievable desire to take a picture of a certain finger making the one finger salute and posting it at the end of this little rant with YouTube's name as well as the three companies who's videos caused this.
Speaking of that salute makes me smile. It brings to mind my dear old mother and the first time I ever saw her do it. I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself. It wasn't that this dear, sweet, kind, endearing, gentle, southern born, grey headed old lady had done something so out of character but also the way she did it. She had to bend all the fingers over not involved in that particular maneuver and hold the three unused fingers down with her thumb. She then processed to shake it at the recipient, probably me but it's been so long ago who can remember, in a herky jerky manner that looked more spastic than intentional. Along with this unforeseen production from my dear sweet saintly old mother was a look that would rival any temper tantrum throwing four year old. The creased brow, not from age but her mood, the cringed up nose, the tightly pursed lips, and the fires of hell blazing fury from her still very bright blue eyes. How could I not laugh.
So maybe something good did come out of all this. If not one of her more loving moments it brought to mind a moment when she made me laugh and that makes me smile.
I love you Mom.
Well I’ve reached a new milestone. My first book Blood Lines The Curse will soon be in hardcover, as a matter of fact I should have the first one in my hand no later than a week from Monday. Am I proud of this accomplishment? Damn straight.
I don’t know why a paperback is more important than an eBook or a hardcover more so than a paperback but it is. In books, like anything else, there are varying levels and hierarchy in representing one’s success. Me personally, I only know that that dam hardcover weighs more and would do more damage should I ever decide to throw it at someone. “You don’t like my book? Here let’s see if it can make a real impression on you?” Clonk.
Would I throw a book at a critic? Of course not, but it’s nice to know that if I did it would make a lasting impression. My mom always said that if you are going to do something, then do it right. That damn paperback sure isn’t and God an eBook is useless in that situation.
OK so maybe I’m the only person who ever thought of using a book as a weapon. Is that really hard to believe? I write damn horror. I sit around thinking of ways to knock people off. I research how to get rid of bodies.
I love my family dearly, yes there is a damn good reason for this Segway, and it would break my heart for anything to happen to any of them but should something happen that would require the police being called in to investigate, I’m screwed.
My daughter and I sit around trying to come up with creative and unusual ways to murder and maim our victims. Hey, if you think my mind is dark and off balance it doesn’t compare to hers. Damn she’s good and a hell of a lot of scarier. I raised her right.
Anyway the first book will soon be in hardcover and I wonder how it will do. For those of you who might want to commit murder with it, please don’t or at least not until after I do.
I just posted this to Lipton's facebook page.
Have you people lost your damn minds? You have discontinued what to me was the best product you had. I was diagnosed with diabetes about two years ago. After years of being a hard line Coke-Cola fanatic I had to drop it like a hot potato and I was devastated. Enter that lovely little can of yours that was sweetened with real sugar and half the calories and my doctor actually OK it as long as I kept it to one a day and planned my diet around it. OK I could do that and did. No I was one who had taken the Pepsi challenged years ago and it failed big time with me so to have something that not only took the place of my Coke now I can't drink one of those things on the rare occasion that I've had to grab something for a quick refresher when I can't get something else. I can't drink diet drinks because that give me headaches so your sparking tea became my guilty little pleasure that I didn't have to hang my head in shame over as long as I stuck by my doctors rules. Here's the really crazy part. I've introduced that product to many people and not one ever came back to me yelling that it was bad. Quite the opposite. Everyone I know who ever tried it fell in love with it. You had a great product that you never put the time and effort into the advertising you should have. The real sugar and half the calories of the average 12 oz can could have been your biggest selling point. With people looking at better alternatives you might have hit a vein that could have paid off well. The saddest part is I gave one of my last ones to a lady for her daughter who had also been diagnosed with diabetes because and she was going to talk to her child's doctor about it because this child had had so much taken away from her. Corn syrup is a major no-no for us and having something that helped keep us from reaching from something else when there isn't much of a selection out there in anything when we wanted something cold refreshing and carbonated was like throwing us a life line. Now when I go somewhere I have to hope if I'm at an outdoor event or on the road I can find a decent bottle of cold water and let me tell you water can get old at times. I generally carry bottles of water with me where ever I go but it was nice to have that wonderful little can in there just in case. Thanks for nothing and I've bought my last Pepsi, Lipton product or anything else you manufacture and will be spreading the word. Oh I tried to take this to your website but obviously thinking of making things easier for people to contact you isn't your thing.
I just found a case of 12 on eBay for $330.00 and no I'm not that desperate. Way to go Lipton.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?