KILL DUSTY FOG!At the head of the hard-riding, harder-fighting Company ‘C’ of the Texas Light Cavalry, a young Confederate States’ Army captain played havoc with the Yankees in Arkansas.He struck when least expected, with the raging fury of a Texas twister, and left destruction as great as any whirlwind in his wake. Fearing for his rank and position, General Trumpeter, commanding the Union’s Army of Arkansas, issued an order. The officers responsible for carrying it out knew that doing so would be anything but easy.The order said: ‘No matter how it is done, capture or KILL Dusty Fog !’ Views: 20
In this entertaining and insightful essay, Mario Puzo chronicles his rise from struggling writer to overnight success after the publication of The Godfather. With equal parts cynicism and humor, Puzo recounts the book deal and his experiences in Hollywood while writing the screenplay for the movie. Francis Ford Coppola, Robert Evans, Peter Bart, Marlon Brando, and Al Pacino all make appearances-as does Frank Sinatra, in his famous and disastrous encounter with Puzo. First published in 1972, the essay is now available as an ebook for the first time. A must-have for every Godfather fan! Featuring a foreword by Ed Falco, author of The Family Corleone. Views: 20
*InStyle Magazine's "7 New Page-Turners to Read in July" *Popsugar's "23 Perfect Poolside reads" *Liz and Lisa's "Best Books of July" Cape Cod summers are supposed to remain reassuringly the same, but everything falls apart when three sisters and their families come together for their annual summer vacation—and they are carrying more secrets than suitcases.Maggie is the oldest. She feels responsible for managing the summer house and making sure everything is as it always has been. But she's hurt that her parents' recent divorce has destroyed the family's comfortable summer routines, and her own kids seem to be growing up at high speed. Is it too late to have another baby? Jess is the middle sister. She loves her job but isn't as passionate about her marriage. She's not sure she can find the courage to tell Maggie what she's done—much less talk to her husband about it. Virgie is the youngest, her... Views: 20
Into the paranormal world: Even an old dog can learn new tricks.At over four hundred years of age, Xavier Agueda has all but given up hope of finding his beloved, his soul mate. Then Detective Owen Hanson comes to the vampire’s estate to question Xavier’s coven leader’s partner. Owen’s blood calls to him like nothing he’s scented before. When his leader learns that Owen may be his beloved, he helps Xavier plan to meet him again. It takes a couple of weeks, but finally they schedule a BBQ at a mutual friend’s home, giving him the opportunity to see Owen again.Can Xavier convince Owen to accept the attentions of a man? And if so, how will Owen react to learning vampires exist? Reader Advisory: This story is best read as part of a series. Sequel to: A Bite of Fulfillment Views: 20
The sequel to Rancher's Girl -- When horse trainer Colt Johnson decides to strike out on his own, he leaves Nevada for northern California and meets pretty Mandy Evans, a children's counselor. They find love riding horses in the hills by Donner Lake, but could lose it when outside problems threaten that love. Views: 20
Prince Kaveh, the youngest son of the king of the City of Red Clay, is bisexual and completely besotted with Farzin, the engineer his father hired to oversee the improvements to the city's roads and bridges. However, the king doesn't share his positive feelings. After Farzin ends up at the head of the protest that ensues when the workers are only paid a third of their promised wages, he's thrown in prison and is scheduled to be executed.Queen Shulamit, who rules over the neighboring nation of Perach, is eager to assist the desperate prince. She, too, loves justice and has a same-sex partner. She's also hoping Kaveh, with his royal blood, is willing to give her and her sweetheart a legitimate heir in exchange. But can she find a peaceful solution that will pacify the king next door, get his workers fairly paid, and free Farzin? Or will she and her dragon-riding bodyguard Rivka have to go to war? Views: 20
The case is cold but the leads are hot…And so is the attraction between detectives Lucy Hayes and Ramsey Miller.Twenty-five years ago, there was a kidnapping in Comfort Cove, Massachusetts. Neither the child nor the kidnapper was ever found.Now there are fresh leads, including one in an Indiana town. Lucy is working that end of the case…She and Ramsey are two top-notch detectives. And two people who've learned to keep an emotional distance from others. But as they explore various confusing clues in the decades-old abduction, they grow closer. Especially when they discover what really happened in Comfort Cove. Because the truth is as shocking as it is unexpected!About the AuthorThe author of more than 50 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with more than six million copies sold. Known for delivering deeply emotional and psychologically compelling novels, Ms. Quinn won the 2008 Reader’s Choice Award, is a four time finalist for the RWA Rita Award, a finalist for the Reviewer’s Choice Award, the Bookseller’s Best Award, and has appeared often on local and national TV including CBS Sunday Morning. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.A bottle clinked.She knew the sound.Waking from a fitful sleep that Saturday morning in early November, Lucy jumped up from her mother's couch, pushing her short blond hair away from her face, before her eyes were fully focused."Mama…"Lucy moved toward the sound, her gun still on the coffee table where she'd set it when she'd finally dared to try and sleep.Standing in front of the closet by the front door, Sandy Hayes wore an all-too-familiar guilty look as she turned to her daughter."I wasn't going to drink it, Luce, I swear. I just.. you know how I get…and with the…thing…this morning…" Sandy continued to ramble as Lucy took the opened bottle from one of her mother's hands, and the top from the other."I… The panicky feeling was there and I just had to see that I had relief if I needed it," Sandy said, talking to Lucy's back as she followed her daughter into the old but clean kitchen.Lucy's own bungalow across the street was a bit newer than her mother's but equally clean."You promised me no more hidden stash, Mama." Lucy opened the cupboard over the sink and slid the bottle onto the lower shelf. "No more games," she said. "And no drinking until after we go down to the station this morning."Not only was Lucy tired from a night spent on her mother's rock-hard, faux-leather couch, she was angry. And a tad disappointed. "I get that you aren't going to stay sober for yourself," she said. Crankiness made her add, "Or for me. But this is for Allie, Mama. This man took Allie."Dressed in last night's dark slacks and a wrinkle-free pinstriped blouse—her daily detective attire—she faced her mother down. "This is important, Mama. Maybe more important than anything we've ever done. The prosecutor says that if you ID this guy, his case is open and shut. And once he knows he's going to prison for life, maybe he'll talk to us. Maybe he'll make a deal."Sandy stared straight at Lucy, who knew what was coming next. Yep, there they were. The big pools of tears that spoke of a pain so deep her mother couldn't find a way out of its grip."You said they have his DNA.""And the prosecutor is afraid that the defense might be able to lay some doubt regarding the sample they took from you twenty-eight years ago. Apparently there's some question about the collection process they used. You know this, Mama. I told you all about it.""You also said you thought you'd be able to get the guy to confess and I wouldn't ever have to appear.""He lawyered up before I got to him the second time. There was nothing I could do about that.""I can't face him in court, Luce. Not after what he did to me.""You promised you'd come through for me, Mama." Lucy stopped short of stamping her foot—not that the gesture would have had much impact coming from five foot two inches in stocking feet."I promised I'd stay sober and I am, Luce, I promise.""I know you are. Because I've been awake most of the night making certain that you would be sober this morning. I need you to keep it together until we get this done.""I will.""You'd better.""You're angry with me.""Yeah, I guess I am. It'll pass. How about you go get in the shower, put on those jeans with the embellished back pockets that you like and your new fleecy sweater, and I'll take you out to breakfast and for a drive down by the river as soon as we're finished this morning.""Can we stop in at the Belterra?"A casino on the Ohio River. Another place an addict could find escape for a while."Yes, but only for a little while. I have to work today."Sandy turned toward the bedroom, and then stopped. "When are you going to shower?"So Sandy would have a chance to hit the bottle?"I showered and changed last night before I came over," she said drily. "I'll wash my face and do my makeup alongside you. My suit jacket will cover up any wrinkles the night brought."Sandy's shoulders slumped and contrition hit Lucy hard."I wouldn't put you through this if I didn't have to, Mama.""I just wish… I've spent almost thirty years trying to forget everything about that man, Luce. I'm scared." She shuddered and her eyes glazed. "I don't want to see his face again. The nightmares will come back and… His hands…oh, God, Luce."Sandy started to cry, buckling in on herself, and Lucy stepped forward, using her body to hold her mother upright as she wrapped her arms around Sandy's upper arms and back. "Shhh. I'm right here, Mama. And I'm always just across the street. If the dreams start again, I'll sit with you. Remember all the good times we had, sitting up watching movies and eating ice cream and popcorn in bed when I was little?"Sandy lifted her head, wiping her eyes as she tried to smile. "Yes, of course I do. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Luce. I just wish I'd given you a better life.""You gave me a fine life. You were always there for me, too, Mama." Not always sober, but always there. "I had what I needed." Food, nice clean clothes, help with homework and projects. A parent sitting in the front row during the Christmas play. And on the sidelines the year she'd taken up cheer-leading. In the bleachers the year she'd gone out for volleyball. And at her police academy graduation, too."We have to do this for Allie, Mama. Try not to think about what this jerk did to you. Think of him as the man who can tell us where Allie is."Sandy's chin stiffened, her eyes hardening. "Yes. He will pay for taking Allie from us."Lucy was hoping he was eventually going to lead them to her older sister. Allison Elizabeth Hayes. A girl she'd never known. A baby who'd been abducted before Lucy was born."You have to hold it together this morning, Mama. If you exhibit signs of instability that the defense will be able to use to discredit your testimony, the prosecutor might choose not to use you. Then we'd be left taking our chances with the possibly contaminated sample of DNA. This guy could walk."Nodding, Sandy backed up a couple of steps. "I'll try."Lucy straightened to her full five-feet-two. "'I'll try' isn't good enough this time, Mama. I have to know I can depend on you.""I won't let you down."Lucy didn't relent, her gaze boring into her mother as if she could inject Sandy with the strength she didn't have. Lucy had lost count of the number of times she'd heard her mother's promises only to end up on the other side of another broken vow."Do you hate me, Luce?""No, Mama." Pulling the slightly taller woman back into her arms, Lucy held her tightly, held her in the cradle of her heart, just as Sandy had done for Lucy in years past—both sober and drunk. "I love you.""I love you, too, Luce. More than anything." Sandy clung to her, burying her face in Lucy's neck. "You know that you are the most important thing to me on earth. The only important thing."Because Allie was gone. "I know."She did know.Just as she knew she'd never be enough. They needed Allie."Ramsey, is that you?"Leaning back in the well-used rolling desk chair, Ramsey Miller looked around the vacant office of the Comfort Cove detective squad early Saturday morning. There were six full-time detectives, among the more than fifty officers who made up the Comfort Cove Police Department. Others would be filing in soon, but for now he had the partitioned detectives' office to himself. "Yeah, Dad, it's me.""How are you, son? It's great to hear from you! You getting enough rest?""Yeah.""And enough to eat, too? You know your mother's going to ask.""How is Mom?""She has her good days and her bad days, but overall we're doing just fine."He wanted to ask if she knew his father. If the dementia had robbed his mother of her memories of Earl yet. But he didn't. Just like he hadn't during last month's call. Or the calls before that. If his mother had worsened to that extent, his father would only lie to him about it.And to himself, too.Earl Miller was never going to admit that his wife was leaving him, slowly but surely, one day at a time. He wasn't going to give up on her.Or see that she didn't have enough love left in her heart to keep her with him. He had love enough for both of them.At least, that was Ramsey's take on the situation."What are you guy's doing today?" he asked now, avoiding the pile of paperwork on his desk—two cold-case records that had been his evening fun the night before."Mom's doing the dishes right now and then we'll be heading over to Louisville for their leaf festival. You know how she loves the colors.""And you like the fudge," Ramsey said, figuring his dad must have been right—his mother had to still be hanging in there if she was cognizant enough to do the dishes before seven in the morning."Yep. I get to sample all the flavors. Only thing that would make it better was if you were here to go with us, son.""I know, Dad. I'll try to get some time off soon."How long had it been since he'd been back to his Southern Kentucky home? One year? Two?"We'd love to have you here for Thanksgiving, Ramsey. Your mother's cooking.""Mom doesn't need me around giving her more work to do." Reminding her of the daughter she'd lost because of him."She needs you, son."Every time he'd been home in the thirteen years since his sister's death—a tragedy du... Views: 20
Andy Whiffler is your average eleven-year-old boy . . . except that his nose is so big he can use it to fly and his sense of smell is a hundred thousand times stronger than any human.In the first book of this hilarious new series, Andy moves to a new school and is instantly picked on because of the size of his nose. But when his classmates discover how powerful his nose is, they decide he is more of a comic book hero than a nerd. One day Andy's school is shut down due to toxic gases. Andy discovers that it's all a secret plot for an evil corporation called the ECU (Environmental Clean Up) to take over the world. Andy and his friends decide that this is a job for Super Schnoz, Andy's alter-ego. The rag-tag group of kids team up to take on the ECU and ensure school gets back in session (otherwise summer vacation will be ruined!). Views: 20
