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Deadly Gamble - Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of: Stir, Laugh, Repeat; Think With Your Taste Buds; and A Book and A Dish
Working on a case for Stacy North would have probably been the last item ever on my agenda. Stacy had been my best friend and roommate in college. My best friend, right up until the day she eloped with my finance, Brad North. Although I came to realize later that it was all for the best, such situations do tend to put a damper on friendships. So when she came to my office asking for my help in recovering a 'stolen/lost' Rolex watch Brad had given her for Valentines day just two weeks earlier, my first thoughts were no way. But there was a desperation in her eyes that pulled me back from throwing her out.
Charlie Parker and her brother Ron are partners in RJP Investigations. Charlie normally acts as the accountant while Ron does the dirty work but he was out of town at the moment and Stacy was desperate. She had to recover the watch before the next night so Brad wouldn't find out it was missing. As Charlie started to pull the details out of a tight mouthed Stacy, she found that the person who took the watch was a bit more than a thief. Apparently he was also a lover. But after finding out that the watch had been pawned at a local Pawn shop, Charlie was able to retrieve it and return it to Stacy. End of story. End of case. Well, it would have been the end had it not been for a murder that takes Charlie and Stacy deeper into an investigation that will end with Stacy being the main suspect.
I turned page after page looking for hints as to who the murderer really was. I knew who I hoped it would be. I knew who it wouldn't be. I knew who I thought it would be. Turns out that I was wrong all the way around and was in for a total surprise at the end. This book really took me on a thrilling mystery. I loved it and can't wait to read book 2 'Vacations Can Be Murder.'

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Charge of an Angel - Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of: Stir, Laugh, Repeat; Think With Your Taste Buds; and A Book and A Dish
"I will never know who I would have been if this hadn't happened to me. That is so hard for me to live with. I don't know the real person I was, and I never will. How can I live with something like that? I feel robbed - cheated. First, my mother and my brother are taken from me. I found out that my father is not my father, and then I find out my virginity, youth, and innocence was stolen right in front of my face. Why me?"
Her name is Leona Marie Tillard and her life has been turned inside out. One night she, her mother, father and two brothers went to bed as a family. When she woke her mother was gone. Sometime later her brother went away and Daddy will tell her nothing about where they are or why she can't see them. Daddy was lost without her mother and needed someone to 'comfort' him. With Leona being the only female in the house, she stepped into that position. Then comes her Daddy's marriage to another woman who has three children of her own and her family is complete again. So she thought.
When I ask Author Linda Wattley if this book was fact or fiction she assured me it is both. After talking to her, we both confirmed we knew young girls who were put into a position of being sexually abused by parents, other relatives, and adults that were in their lives. The same adults that were supposed to take care of them and lead them in the right direction chose instead to impose their own sick needs on these innocent children. And in some instances they even included boys in their desires.
Are the children to be blamed for not telling? No way. The threats they receive if they tell is too fearful. They are brainwashed to believe that what they are doing isn't wrong. Supposedly, it's all done as an act of love, a way of showing love, and proving they are loved. If they are found out they are treated by others as being sick as well and that they should have known better, known it was wrong, refused what was being done to them. How can you know something is wrong if someone who is supposed to take care of you and teach you right from wrong is committing the crime against you? You simply can't.
Charge of an Angel is book one of three. It takes you through the abuse that Leona endures, her feelings, and her ways of escaping from realty. It will make you hurt for her and those like her. It will make you want to really hurt the person doing this to her. And it will have you waiting to see how life treats her as she gets out of her abusive life and goes on as a young adult. I know I'm patiently waiting on book 2.

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Love Lost
Posted by E. Franklin Evans
Short Story Library
Minute particles of silvery, gray ash floated in the cool evening breeze and trailed in the dimming sunlight. They called out softly to me. They bid me a hesitant farewell and continued to float on the breeze just out of my reach. Part of her final wishes had been fulfilled; I left part of her in a place she had come to love.
Tears blurred my eyes and I felt very alone once again as, finally, reluctantly, vestiges of my life seemingly drifted away into the wake left by the ship. The lights of Juneau blinked in the distance and the ship’s wake rushed away into the darkness signaling that everything must move on. Lights behind me shone from the decks above where couples laughed and closely held to each other as they too watched the distant lights fade. Peering into the darkening mist, I felt the emptiness of her touch next to me. I reached out to wrap my arm around her even as I knew that she was gone.
No, she wasn’t gone. She was there whenever I wanted. I could see her in the smiles, gestures, and innate mannerisms of my children. I could recall my laughter at the goofy little dance she performed each time a favorite song with an upbeat tempo played on the radio. Neither of us danced well, but who cared? In her classroom the young students laughed gleefully as she danced and sang out of tune with them. She made us all laugh and there were many times of much happiness.
Memories of happy times of discovery and the joy of sharing our life filled my thoughts and peacefulness overcame me. I felt reassured that all would be fine and that love keeps memories alive. Shared laughter over mutual pleasures and private jokes brought a small smile to my face as they floated to the surface of my thoughts and washed over the sadness that had seized me a moment ago. The joys that we shared with our children through the years added to the happy memories and reminded me that there were still memories to be made. Each of our children possessed traits of their mother that would keep her memory alive.
The scenery on this voyage was as magnificent as our earlier visit to Alaska. Yes, I missed her spontaneous laughter and childlike pleasure in our wondrous visual discoveries along the way as we cruised the wilderness shoreline overflowing with surprises every mile. She had delighted in pointing out the harbor seals basking in the warming sunlight and the bald eagles that soared in abundance above the fir trees and icy waters. The familiar seals and eagles as well as the other wildlife were still there, but they seemed just a little less playful, a little quieter this trip.
Upon departing the picturesque town of Ketchikan and cruising along the wild coastline, I glimpsed a group of harbor seals lazily enjoying the energizing sunlight among the grey rocks scattered along the shore. Surrounded by her pups and perched atop a large rock, a large mother seal’s melancholic bark seemed to say, “I know your pain. Keep your family around you”.
Graceful bald eagles glided and soared above the cold waves. Perhaps they too sensed and shared my loss. The overwhelming beauty of this wilderness caused me to realize that there will always be beauty in this world. Happiness would return and cheerful memories would fill the emptiness.
I know that there will always be an ache inside that will occasionally surface unexpectedly. Love lost does that. But just as surely that ache will be followed by a smile as I recall the happiness and good times that filled our life together. Our family would keep those memories alive and love would continue to bind us together. Love remembered does that.http://booktown.ning.com/…/shortst…/forum/topics/love-lost-1
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