Archive for February, 2011

John AmesJoin John Ames, as he tours the blogosphere March 1 – April 29 2011 with Pump Up Your Book to talk about his new coming of age novel, Adventures in Nowhere (Pineapple Press). John will be on a nationwide blog tour giving interviews, giving away copy of his books and meeting and greeting new and old fans!

John has a master’s degree in English from the University of Florida, where he was a Ford Fellow. After graduation, he built a rustic house and lived for several years on the edge of a spiritual community located near Gainesville, Florida. John’s search for enlightenment ended when he decided that he was too far from a movie theater. He moved inside the Gainesville city limits and taught English and film for thirty years at Santa Fe College.

He has produced and acted in numerous short films and videos, including the cable TV series the “Tub Interviews,” wherein all the interviewees were required to be in a bathtub. For ten years he reviewed movies for PBS radio station WUFT.  He has appeared as a standup comedian and has designed and marketed Florida-themed lamps.  He coauthored Second Serve: The Renée Richards Story (Stein and Day, 1983) and its sequel No Way Renée: The Second Half of My Notorious Life (Simon & Schuster, 2007), and Speaking of Florida (University Presses of Florida, 1993). You can visit his website at www.johnamesauthor.com.

Adventures in NowhereAdventures in Nowhere is an absorbing story of the search for self, allowing a reader to live for a while in the mind of a remarkably thoughtful and intense boy caught at the final edge of childhood.

Adventures in Nowhere is told from the wry perspective of ten-year-old Danny Ryan whose realm is 1950s Florida, long before theme parks crowded out the possibility of real magic. Danny refers to his neighborhood as Nowhere, because it seems trapped in time, some parts on the verge of rebirth and others slowly falling apart. Among the things falling apart is the Ryan family, which is dominated by a schizophrenic father who makes every day an adventure, yet Danny keeps his good humor, seeking escape on the nearby Hillsborough River or in the little community of Sulphur Springs with its puzzling mix of the glorious and the shameful. These outings provide Danny a diverting blend of comedy and drama.

But Danny’s adventures take a fateful turn when he begins seeing a mysteriously changing house across the hyacinth-choked Hillsborough. Is he going crazy like his father? Though he feels terribly alone, Danny comes to realize that he has faithful allies among Nowhere’s eccentric inhabitants: Alfred Bagley, a quirky youngster whose fondest desire is to become a junk dealer; Abigail Arnold, an intellectual eleven-year-old with a penchant for blunt talk and red candy lipstick; Donna, a young woman of supernatural beauty and unfathomable motives; Al Gallagher, proprietor of Al’s Swap Shop, a business that is more than it seems; and Buddy Connolly, a confident teenager who prompts Danny toward an odd but powerful salvation.

“John Ames has written a superb coming-of-age novel in the tradition of J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye and Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. Ten-year-old Danny Ryan wrestles with clashes between his keen observations and deep sensitivities on one side and the cruelties and complexities of adult life on the other. With the Hillsborough River as his trusted companion, the imaginative Danny plunges into adventures, some life threatening, that force him to change, creating a narrative that is dark and delightful at the same time.”

—Bill Maxwell, Syndicated St Petersburg Times Correspondent, author of Maximum Insight

For more information about John Ames’ Adventures in Nowhere Virtual Book Tour, you can visit his official tour page here.

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Title: Chasing Zebras: The Unofficial Guide to House, M.D.
Author: Barbara Barnett
Genre: Television Nonfiction
Paperback: 352 pages
Publisher: Ecw Press (September 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-1550229559
ISBN-13: 978-1550229554

Medical students are taught that when they hear hoofbeats, they should think horses, not zebras, but Dr. House’s unique talent of diagnosing unusual illnesses has made House, M.D. one of the most popular and fascinating series on television. In Chasing Zebras: The Unofficial Guide to House, M.D., Barbara Barnett, co-executive editor of Blogcritics magazine and widely considered a leading House expert, takes fans deep into the heart of the show’s central character and his world, examining the way this medical Sherlock Holmes’s colleagues and patients reflect him and each other; how the music, settings, and even the humor enhance our understanding of the series’ narrative; what the show says about modern medicine, ethics, and religion; and much more. Complete with an episode-by-episode guide and quotes from her numerous Blogcritics interviews with cast members, producers, and writers, Chasing Zebras is an intelligent look at one of television’s most popular shows.

BOOK EXCERPT:

“It is an axiom of medicine: “when you hear hoofbeats, you think horses, not zebras.” Dr. Gregory House and his elite team of diagnostic fellows chase medicine’s “zebras” — the anomalies, the odd presentations, the diseases so rare that most doctors would not have encountered them in a normal medical practice.

House, M.D. is, itself, a zebra in a herd of horses. It is a rare find of a show blessed with consistently sharp, intelligent writing: densely packed and multifaceted. It features one of the most complex characters ever to have been written for the small screen, Dr. Gregory House, brought to life through Hugh Laurie’s brilliant and nuanced performance.

I grew up on TV. By age nine, I was hooked on The Man From U.N.C.L.E. and by 11, I was addicted to Star Trek classic. Nowadays, I have little time for series television. But when I get hooked on a television show, I really get hooked, and so it is with House, M.D.

Whenever the media say that women are attracted to House because he’s a “bad boy,” I tend to cringe first and then shake my head in disagreement. I don’t like “bad boys” — real or fictional. I like my heroes, well . . . heroic. Heroic, but tragically flawed: equal parts Mr. Knightley and Edward Rochester; Mr. Spock and Rick Blaine.

House has a “public persona” and also one he keeps tightly under wraps, reluctant to reveal — to anyone. Publicly, he’s a brilliant diagnostician, intuitive, deductive, and eerily smart. He’s also a risk taker and more than a tad reckless.

In many ways he’s an adolescent boy constantly hatching his next manipulation or elaborate game. He’s crude and rude. House’s closest associates tell us that House cares only about the puzzle. No messiah complex for him; he has a Rubik’s complex instead. But how does this image reconcile with the times we’ve seen him gazing yearningly from behind the glass into patient rooms, watching them with their families? How often do we observe the arrogant and egotistical Gregory House late at night, alone in his office or apartment, desperately searching for answers inside himself long after everyone else has gone home? Like the show that bears his name, House is as complex and rare as the medical cases he takes on: a zebra amongst the horses.

This book is a highly subjective look at a great television series through one fan’s perspective. Another writer might focus on the medicine, the humor, or the mysteries. But I view House, M.D. fundamentally as a detailed character study: House’s journey, his struggles, and the people in his orbit. This is the lens through which I enjoy House — and through which I understand it.

There are chapters here on the writing, the structure, and the elements that make House, M.D. such a fascinating series. There are chapters on each of the characters and some of the show’s oft-visited themes viewed through “closer looks” at key episodes. I’ve also included an extensive six-season episode guide.

Although there are episode guides all over the Internet offering episode recaps and credits (and even in-depth analyses, including my feature at Blogcritics), this guide is slightly different. It’s a road map through the series, showing you the highlights from six seasons: memorable scenes, House’s patented eureka moments, clinic patients, relationship highlights, music, and more — all from a fan’s perspective.”

Visit Barbara Barnett on the web at www.barbarabarnett.com.

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I watched a presentation today that I just had to share with you.  Margaret Atwood, a multi-published author, and who blogs at Margaret Atwood: Year of the Flood, had some really interesting (and quite funny) things to say about the publishing industry.  Watch…

I just can’t watch it enough.  All authors – aspiring authors, debut authors, seasoned authors – need to watch this.  Margaret talks about how the publishing industry has changed and whether the new changes are good or bad for the author in the whole scheme of things.  I liked it when someone asked her if she had ever read an ebook and she says she owns two ebook readers.  In fact, right away she makes a point she’s in the middle – both a paper and ebook fan.  That right there confirms Margaret Atwood is my new hero.

Years ago, publishers who wanted to cut back on costs accepted manuscripts from authors on the contingency that their book first go into electronic format.  If you sold enough, they’d go into paperback.  It never happened that way for me, but I always thought poor author, you know?  It just didn’t seem fair.  How do you take an ebook to a booksigning?

Years down the road, we learn booksignings aren’t the most popular vehicle on the block right now.  Virtual book tours (online publicity tours) have replaced a lot of the offline booksigning ventures.  That’s not to say the author won’t still get out and meet their public and should be encouraged, but the more authors find other ways to earn (as Margaret called it) their “cheese sandwich,”  they are finding out that they can reach an even bigger audience by going about it virtually.

Authors are screaming for help.  Their first step takes them to the Internet to find ways to sell their book, yet which way is best?  Where’s the magic ticket?  Surely if they research all day long, something will pop up that sounds like it would work.  Just something to help.  The problem there is all that time they’ve been researching and never really understanding completely, they could have been writing books.  So why aren’t the publishers helping?  What are they doing?  Nothing?

In her presentation above, Margaret says, “Publishers don’t have the resources or they quite don’t know how.”  There’s your answer right there.  Books are publishers’ bread and butter.  Without you, without your book, they have nothing.  Of course they want your book to sell.  They wouldn’t have accepted your manuscript if not for the fact they believed it would sell.  You are a gamble to them.  Of course they’re going to do all they can do to make sure that gamble doesn’t go bust.  It’s not their fault they’re a small company and don’t have the resources.  Even NY publishers are concentrating on the books that are selling and not taking risks with new authors unless the new author has proven to them they stand out from the pack.

So yes, book promotion lies in the author’s lap and if the author can’t, don’t know how, or just don’t want to promote their book, they just hire someone.  As a book promoter who gets a tremendous amount of email (too much to read it all), I hear the authors’ cries.  They are seeking help.  They are crying for help.  As an author, I understand their cries.  It is the same cry I cried years ago when I sold only two books at one booksigning and no books at another booksigning.  I just knew there had to be a way and so I headed straight for the Internet and soaked up as much knowledge about book promotion as I could.  Years down the road, I’m doing more promoting than I am writing but it’s what I love.  Writing is what authors love.

Yes, the publishing world is changing, but if you think about all the new possibilities out there that have sprung up for the aspiring author, it’s quite a remarkable thing.

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Frank Edwards 2Frank J. Edwards was born in Rochester New York. In 1968 he entered the US Army and served a tour in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot. He received a BA with honors in English from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill then attended medical school at the University of Rochester, graduating with an MD in 1979. In 1989 he received an MFA in writing from Warren Wilson College in Swannanoa, NC. After practicing for a decade in North Carolina, he returned to the Rochester, area in 1990 where he remains in active practice.

He has published a number of poems and short stories in literary magazines including Carolina Quarterly and The Virginia Quarterly Review, along with numerous medical articles. In 1988, Henry Holt published his first non-fiction book, Medical Malpractice: Solving the Crisis. His second non-fiction book, The M & M Files: Morbidity and Mortality Rounds in Emergency Medicine was published by Hanley & Belfus in 2002 and has become a standard text in emergency medicine.

For the past thirteen years he has taught creative writing seminars to medical students at the U of R. In 2004, the University of Rochester Press published his collection of poems and short stories, It’ll Ease the Pain.

Final Mercy is his first novel. He is married to a former emergency nurse from Canada and lives with his family on Lake Ontario near Rochester.

You can visit his website at www.frankjedwards.com.

Q: Thank you for this interview, Frank. Can you tell everyone what your latest book, Final Mercy, is all about?

Frank:  Thanks for the opportunity to share some time with you and your readers.  Final Mercy is set in the New Canterbury University Medical Center in Upstate New York State, where Dr. Jack Forester finds himself in a political battle with the charismatic Bryson Witner, who’d been appointed interim dean after the previous dean died in a cave-diving accident . . . or what seemed to be an accident.  Jack’s long-standing dream is to modernize the emergency department and train new emergency doctors, but Witner has begun throwing up roadblocks, and the reason appears to be Jack’s refusal to endorse Witner’s ambitions to become the permanent dean.  Though a great many people have fallen for Witner’s charm and energy, Jack never liked his manipulative style.

Very few of Witner’s admirers know that he’d suffered a psychotic breakdown during his previous job at Harvard, and not a soul realizes he’s coming unhinged again.  The pot really begins boiling when Jack’s mentor—the venerable Dr. James Gavin—makes an apparent suicide attempt by “jumping” off a foot bridge.  Jack’s shock evolves into horror when he discovers that Gavin had been growing suspicious of Witner’s possible involvement in the unexpected death of yet another New Canterbury physician.

Old Dr. Gavin survives the fall, but winds up comatose thanks to an intern’s tragic blunder in the ER.  Witner deftly focuses the blame on Jack and relieves him of his job.  Then the lovely journalist, Zellie Andersen, who’d begun sensing there was something more than a little odd about Bryson Witner—and with whom Jack is falling in love—doesn’t show up for a date.

That’s probably telling enough, except to say that never in his life did Jack Forester expect to be standing on the prow of a boat in the middle of the night in a blizzard scanning the water with a searchlight.

Final MercyQ:  I understand Final Mercy is your first book.  How does it feel to be published for the first time?  Would you like to tell us how you got your book published?

Frank:  I’ve had work published in literary magazines and medical journals before, and I’ve also had the good fortune to have a couple of non-fiction books and a collection of stories and poems published.  But a first novel marks a special point in a writer’s life.  I think novels are a much greater challenge to write than non-fiction works of equal length.  Not only are you making up characters and a plot, you have to be much more mindful of things like point-of-view, pacing, dialogue and the balance of scene and summary that are typically of lesser concern in non-fiction.  It feels wonderful to have Final Mercy out in the world and being well received.  Novels take a huge time commitment, and unlike non-fiction where you can get a publishing contract on the basis of a good proposal, most novels are written on pure hope.

I came up with the initial outline of Final Mercy about eight years ago, and the road to publication has been so tortuous that finally holding a copy in my hand was almost anticlimactic.  The rough draft took a year, after which followed several years of many big and little re-drafts and polishing, until I had something to run by an agent.  After a year of rejection letters, one of the smaller independent houses I’d sent a query to many months before—Zumaya Publications—asked to see the manuscript.  They accepted it, and  Final Mercy then spent almost two years in a prepublication queue, awaiting the final edit.

I have to say that the last leg—the final editing—was the most exciting aspect of the entire journey.  Liz Burton, the owner and editor of Zumaya, turned out to be a splendid editor and mentor.  We did the work on-line in real time through Google Documents over a period of several weeks, and I can’t tell you how much I learned about craft.

It’s interesting how you spend all those years aiming to create something designed to make readers devour it in the shortest time possible.  But I would do the whole thing again in a heartbeat—in fact, am doing it right now with a sequel.

Q: What compels you to write medical thrillers?  Have you ever thought about writing other genres?

Frank: Physicians devotes so much of their life to the subject of medicine that writing medical thrillers becomes a natural path to a doctor-writer bent in the direction of suspense.  It would be a shame to waste all that research.  There’s also a ready-made audience out there these days, thanks to author-practitioners like Cook, Palmer and Gerritsen, who demonstrate time and again how the world of medicine is a rich vein to mine for plots, drama and characters.

My own taste in novels is very eclectic and inclusive.  My initial impulse was to write a comedic literary novel with magical realist elements, but when trying to make a start I gravitated towards the plotting of mysteries.  This used to irk me, but finally I just embraced it and things fell together.  For me there’s also a juicily cathartic element in writing about the medical profession.   Rather than just air my frustrations in the coffee shop, I can dramatize them on the page.  I can illustrate what’s good, illuminate what isn’t, and poke fun at absurdities along the way. There’s a certain tongue-in-cheek element at times in Final Mercy, such as when one of the minor characters seriously proposes a ridiculous idea for a clinical study, and it is found to be intriguing.

Q: Can you tell us more about your main characters and what part they play in making the book come together?

Frank:  Jack Forester is an emergency doctor in his mid-thirties, who wants desperately to bring modern emergency medicine to his stodgy alma mater medical school.  It’s his vision and his quest.  He is creative, witty and courageous.  His parents died in a plane crash when he was in his teens, leaving behind only Jack and his autistic brother.  To become a physician he had to struggle and sacrifice, and when the book begins he still hasn’t found a woman to share his life with.  He gives most of time and passion to his work—not to mention the fact he has become the caretaker and protector of his mentally handicapped brother.  Jack’s desire to put New Canterbury on the map with regards to having the best ER possible is one of Final Mercy’s major driving forces.

Zellie Andersen, the woman he falls for, is also a work-obsessed loner in her own way.  She contracted meningitis as a child and not only lost part of her hearing, but her mother died in the same epidemic.  With a rich inner life, however, she turned to writing and had a well-received novel published when she was still in college.  She moved to New York City after graduation, but writer’s block stalled her career.  Because of her childhood losses, she is unable to access the part of her mind where her best stories lie, and she turned to journalism and teaching to survive.  Her former lover also discouraged Zellie’s  creative projects in favor of his own.

But she has been a free woman now for a couple of years when she receives a commission from an in-flight magazine to do an article about the wonderful things being done at New Canterbury Medical Center by the new interim dean, Dr. Bryson Witner.  Jack runs into Zellie one day at the hospital and instantly knows he’s seen her before, but he can’t remember for the life of him when and where. (I won’t give it away).

Zellie’s hearing loss has made her extraordinarily sensitive to the nuances of other people’s facial expressions.  As soon as she meets Dr. Witner she senses a disconnect between his inner life and outer self.  She will be the first to suspect he’s involved in the bad things going on at New Canterbury, and she will pay the price for her intuition.  To save herself she must draw upon the last ounce of her native intelligence and courage.

Dr. Bryson Winter is in his late forties and has a dark secret.  He started his medical career as a rising star at Harvard, publishing papers left and right, garnering a national reputation in the field of geriatric endocrinology.  But then something happened.  One day in the back of a dusty Cambridge bookshop, he began hearing voices from inside the pages of an old, blank, leather-bound journal he happened to pick up.  The voices belong to a secret society and they reveal to him his special mission in life.  Soon thereafter Witner’s behavior on the wards grew increasingly bizarre and concerning, and he was hospitalized.  The diagnosis: an acute schizophrenic break.  Though he recovers with the help of medication and psychotherapy, his supervisors at the Mass General gently think it best he seek a fresh start elsewhere.

Well recommended and still a very hot property in the world of academic medicine, Witner was recruited to New Canterbury, which being off the beaten track and notorious for its winters, has always had to compete hard for good people.  By dint of his brilliance, charisma and ruthlessness, Witner quickly rises to a position of power, where individuals like Jack Forester and Zellie Andersen are simply minor obstacles to be brushed aside as convenience (and the secret society) dictates.

Q: Interesting that you teach creative writing at seminars.  Would you like to tell us more about it?

Frank:  A background story first.  I had begun writing poetry and stories when I was in high school and always knew those things would be part of my life, but I didn’t really start writing seriously until I was a medical student at the University of Rochester and fell under the influence of writers like WC Williams, James Dickey and Lawerence Ferlinghetti.  I stole every spare moment I could to write poetry, and started getting published, which added fuel to the fire, of course.  I’m here to tell you that medical school is not a really great place to be when the writing fever grabs you by the throat.  It’s a torture to break away from an idea and return to memorizing the insertion of muscles and the pathophysiology of secondary hypoadrenalism when the creative juices are flowing.

But, you do what you have to do.  I kept writing more and more through residency and my early years of practicing emergency medicine.  But I felt the need for more guidance, so I went through the MFA program at Warren Wilson College.  It was wonderful and I enjoyed the workshop experience and got more poems, stories and a non-fiction book published.  My medical career then took me back to the University of Rochester, where in the years since I’d graduated, they’d created a Division of Medical Humanities.

A light bulb went off.  I approached the wonderful people in the Division with the idea of a creative writing workshop for medical students—i.e., exactly what I would have appreciated as a student.  And truly there are multiple points of contact between the art of medicine and creative writing.  Both involve transmitting information in an efficient, effective way, of explaining and reassuring, and of connecting your mind to the minds of others.  Many medical students nurture the desire to write, so why not foster it and give them permission to grow?

The Division agreed, and so for many years, until my own writing and practice squeezed out the time, I taught a running workshop for first and second year med students, and loved it.  To coach and encourage beginning writers—to help them discover their own subjects and refine their drafts—is to nurture your own passion and skills.

Q: In your opinion, what is the key ingredient for writing great medical thrillers?

Frank:  We’re all fascinated with medicine, I think, because it’s really about the basic drama of being sentient beings.  We want to understand and control the things that make us live, love and die. Why must we grow old?  What causes disease and how can we fight against it?  The people who devote their lives to medicine as doctors, nurses and other health care providers are given special respect.  Who are they?  Are they really different?  What do they know that the rest of society doesn’t?

So, just placing a story in the context of medicine automatically generates interest.  But, a successful medical thriller must have—as must all good stories—believable characters, reasonably credible plot lines and lots of authentic details.  Speaking of the details, it’s important in a medical thriller to avoid talking down to the readers.  We should assume they are smart enough to figure out most of the medical terminology on their own.

Regarding plot, most medical thrillers involve the revelation of a conspiracy of some sort.  In Final Mercy, I unmask the villain early in the story and let the reader in on the secret.  The reader, therefore, knows more than the protagonists, and that adds to the suspense.  As we watch Jack and Zellie struggle through the maze of suspicion and danger, we know what’s lurking around the corner.

Q: Finally, I like to ask authors this question.  What is your passion?  What is it that you’re more passionate about than anything else?

Frank:  Beyond the heart dominated facts of family and friends, I feel blessed with what feels like circle of vocational and artistic passions, and the one that predominates depends upon which way I’m facing that day.  I still spend about three quarters of my working life in medicine, and I love that role, am still trying to perfect it.  When I’m in the hospital, I let medicine consume me.  On the days I write, it’s all about writing. I’ve also played guitar for a long time and studied jazz for a while.  When I’m practicing or playing, that’s the main ticket.  When I walk around with a camera, I confess that I wish I had a life to give to photography.  But, if push came to shove and I had only one outlet, it would be writing, hands down.

When I was in Vietnam in 1970, I encountered many wonderful Montagnard tribespeople in the Central Highlands.  They have a difficult life.  I help support an orphanage in Kontum.  www.FriendsofVSO.org. I have a passion to visit there someday.

Q: Thanks for the interview, Frank.  Do you have any final words?

Frank:  I like an analogy I heard recently from a fine writer whose name I should remember, that writing is like swimming underwater.  The simile doesn’t apply to writing outlines or taking notes, but to when you start to create the scenes that are the real life blood of any story.  Then you must dive and stroke your way down into the moment.  Then you surface and do it again.  The more you practice, the longer you can stay under.  The trick lies in learning when you are just floundering on surface versus going deep.

Many thanks for having me.  The pleasure is mine.

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balloonsWE’RE HAVING A FACEBOOK PARTY!!!!

Pump Up Your Book will be hosting the February 2011 Authors on Tour on Friday February 25, 2011 at 9 – 11 p.m. (eastern time – adjust to your time zone). Tell your book friends that not only will this give them an opportunity to chat with their favorite authors BUT…

WE’RE GIVING AWAY PRIZES!!!!

The participating authors and their giveaways include:

Rose Valenta is giving away a paperback copy of her humor book, Sitting on Cold Porcelain.

Allan Leverone is giving away an e-copy of his thriller, Final Vector, and 6 e-copies of Postcards from the Apocalypse.

Frank Edwards is giving away a paperback copy of his medical thriller, Final Mercy and a paperback copy of his poetry and short story book, It’ll Ease the Pain.

Pamela Samuels Young will be giving away a paperback copy of her legal thriller, Murder on the Down Low, and a copy of her audio CD, How to Write a Novel Despite Your Day Job.

Sheila Hendrix will be giving away both a paperback copy and e-book copy of her YA paranormal, The Betrayal.

Cynthia Kocialski will be giving away a paperback copy of her startup business book, Startup from the Ground Up.

C.W. Gortner will be giving away a paperback copy of his historical mystery, The Tudor Secret.

Vincent Zandri will be giving away 2 autographed copies of his thriller, Moonlight Falls & 2 autographed copies of his thriller, The Remains!

Jeanne C. Davis will be giving away a paperback copy of her psychological mystery, Sheetrock Angel!

Frank Scully will be giving away an e-copy of his mystery novel, Resurrection Garden!

Pump Up Your Book will be giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate!!!!

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Kristina McMorrisJoin Kristina McMorris, as she tours the blogosphere February 21 – March 25 2011 with Pump Up Your Book to talk about her new women’s fiction novel, Letters From Home (Kensington). Kristina will be on a nationwide blog tour giving interviews, giving away copy of her books and meeting and greeting new and old fans!

Kristina’s  foray into fiction began in the fall of 2006 as a result of interviewing her grandmother for the biographical section of a self-published cookbook intended as a holiday gift for the family. Inspired by her grandparents’ wartime courtship, Kristina penned her first novel, a WWII love story titled Letters from Home. This award-winning debut is scheduled for release in trade paperback from Kensington Books (2-22-11; U.S.) and Avon/HarperCollins (5-5-11; U.K.). The condensed book rights have been sold to Reader’s Digest, and the film rights are represented by the prestigious Creative Artists Agency of Los Angeles.

Prior to her literary career, Kristina acted in numerous independent films and major motion pictures. She began hosting an Emmy-award winning television show at age nine, and most recently served as the six-year host of the WB’s weekly program Weddings Portland Style. Adding to her diverse résumé, McMorris is a professional emcee, literary workshop presenter, and former owner of a wedding/event planning business. Her previous writing background includes being a contributing writer for Portland Bride & Groom magazine and ten years of directing public relations for an international conglomerate.

Letters From HomeInspired by a true account, LETTERS FROM HOME is a story of hope and connection, of sacrifices made in love and war – and the chance encounters that change us forever. n the midst of World War II, a Midwestern infantryman falls deeply in love through a yearlong letter exchange, unaware that the girl he’s writing to is not the one replying. Woven around this tenuous thread are three female friends whose journeys toward independence take unexpected turns as a result of romance, tragedy, and deception, their repercussions heightened by an era of the unknown.

A portion of Kristina’s sales proceeds from Letters from Home will benefit United Through Reading®, a nonprofit organization that video records deployed U.S. military personnel reading bedtime stories for their children. She is currently working on her next novel.

“A tough book to put down!…Sprinkled with fabulous historical detail and true-to-life characters, Letters from Home is a beautifully told story.”
–RT BOOK REVIEWS, 4-star rating

“Interspersing unflinching images of combat with more intimate, emotional scenes personalizes this historical period and will touch your heart….I enjoyed this book from beginning to end.”
–FRESH FICTION, Lenore Howard

“An absolutely lovely debut novel.”
–KRISTIN HANNAH, New York Times bestselling author of Firefly Lane

“An evocative and compelling storyteller, Kristina McMorris gives us a novel to savor and remember.”
–BEN SHERWOOD, president of ABC News and bestselling author of The Death & Life of Charlie St. Cloud

“Skillfully written…sweeps the readers away. The research and attention to detail commendably honor veterans of World War II.”
–LYNN “BUCK” COMPTON, famed WWII “Band of Brothers” veteran

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For more information about her virtual book tour, you can visit Kristina’s official tour page here.

Letters from Home

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BordersI’m sure everyone by now has heard about the Borders chain going bankrupt and they decided to close quite a few stores across the country.  I’ve never actually walked into a Borders store, usually making the local Barnes & Noble my point of destination.  Perhaps if a Borders had been built near us instead of Barnes & Noble, Borders would have been the place I would have gone to do my book browsing.

However, when you think about it, I have been in our local Barnes & Noble once in the past year and that was because it was Christmas and I was in stores I either never go in or don’t go in frequently just to find those gifts for the hard to please.  I know you all did the same thing.

I am a book lover, though.  My business is books, not only as an author but also as a book promoter.  I live, eat, dream books.  In the past few years, there has been a change in my book buying habits and in the last two months, that change increased.  I found myself buying online.

It’s not that I hate bookstores at all.  It’s just that I love buying my books online now.  What’s changed for me in the last two months is that now I have a Kindle.  Kindle books are cheap usually.  Cheaper than their print counterparts, except in the case of Stephen King’s oldie but goodie On Writing which was $2 more in Kindle format.  I bought the paperback instead and I did so online at Amazon.

So you can’t really blame Kindle altogether.  People will buy books they want, but they are also looking to fulfill that reading fix by purchasing less expensively and if Amazon wants to offer them to me free or under $3 or at least cheaper than the paperback, I am so there.  I don’t mind reading books on my e-reader at all.  In fact, I rather think it’s neat to do so.

So if bookstores offered all their books at a drastic cut of only $3 to keep people from buying online, would you be more tempted to get in the car, drive through traffic and stand in line (believe me, if they were offering all their books for $3, there’d be a line out the wazoo) to buy?

No and I’ll tell you why.  If the bookstores offered these books for $3, Amazon would repeat the strategy so that they wouldn’t lose customers either.

So bookstores are cooked and Amazon would be cooked because no one would be making enough money off of it to survive and that’s the problem now.

Ebooks are cheaply made and cheaply sold, not to mention accessible within minutes.  It doesn’t matter you don’t have the pleasure of smelling that familiar aroma of new pages being turned and it doesn’t matter you’re not adding to your existing library at home and no it doesn’t matter you can’t fondle this book in your hand.  What does matter is that when I want a book and I can get it in a couple of minutes, why do anything else?

Don’t get me wrong; I still love paperbacks, but if we get real about the situation and backtrack to when we last walked into a bookstore to buy a book, then that’s when we realize what is happening.  If we look at our book buying habits in the last year, the truth unfolds – the Internet has opened up worlds of possibilities never before dreamed of.  We as civilized people love new gadgets to make our lives simpler, easier, convenient and less time-consuming and the Kindle (or any other e-reading device) fits the bill nicely.  Amazon has made it super simple to download a book and that’s what people are looking for, too – simplicity.  Anything that helps bring down the stress level, people are going to jump on it.

So I believe we as a civilized people who need to find ways to improve our lives are the reason why bookstores are closing down.  The more we advance in our ways of finding products that will make our lives easier, who knows what will be next on the chopping block?

Dorothy Thompson is the author/compiler of Romancing the Soul and the soon to be released, The Soul Mate Triangle: Unlocking the Mysteries of the Soul Mate Relationship.  She is also CEO/Founder of Pump Up Your Book, an innovative public relations agency specializing in online book promotions.  Visit us at www.PumpUpYourBook.com or connect with us at Twitter at www.twitter.com/pumpupyourbook and Facebook at www.facebook.com/pumpupyourbook.  Email her at thewriterslife(at)yahoo.com.

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Allan LeveroneAllan Leverone is a three-time Derringer Award Finalist whose short fiction has been featured in Needle: A Magazine of Noir, Shroud Magazine, Twisted Dreams, Mysterical-E and many other venues, both print and online. His debut thriller, titled FINAL VECTOR, is available February 2011 from Medallion Press. For details, please visit www.allanleverone.com or his blog at www.allanleverone.blogspot.com.

Q: Thank you for this interview, Allan. Can you tell everyone what your latest book, Final Vector, is all about?

Allan: Final Vector tells the story of Nick Jensen, an air traffic controller whose world is falling apart. His wife Lisa, an auditor at the Pentagon, has been killed in a suspicious automobile accident after discovering potentially treasonous material on a fellow employee’s computer.

Desperate to escape the pain, Nick throws himself into his work and is on duty at the ATC facility serving Boston’s Logan International Airport on the night U.S. President Robert Cartwright is scheduled to fly into Logan. A band of heavily armed terrorists storms the facility and Nick escapes capture, but now must use the information discovered by his dead wife to stop an assassination while outnumbered, unarmed and on the run…

Q:  Is this your first book?

Allan: Yes. It’s actually the third novel-length manuscript I’ve written, but it’s the first to see publication. Hopefully it won’t be the last!

Q: Why did you decide to write a thriller novel?

Allan: I’ve always loved reading thrillers—the fast pace, the action and excitement—so it only makes sense I would choose that genre when I started writing books. Plus, my nearly thirty year career as an air traffic controller makes the subject of aviation the obvious choice for me.

Final VectorQ: Can you tell us all about your main character?

Allan: Nick Jensen is the quintessential regular guy, thrust into a situation he cannot comprehend. Up until a week ago, he was ordinary in every way, but since then, has had to deal with the sudden death of his wife in a horrible accident, learned she was involved in something mysterious and dangerous at the Pentagon, and been forced to deal with an armed takeover of his workplace with the knowledge he is likely the only person who can prevent the assassination of the President of the United States. He is going to have to find reserves of strength he never realized he possesses in order to prevent a tragedy and escape with his life.

Q: Interesting that you have chosen to have your books published electronically first.  Would you like to tell us your views on the ebook publishing industry?

Allan: Initially it wasn’t really my choice. The original contract I signed with Medallion Press called for a mass-market paperback release of Final Vector, but with the publishing industry changing so quickly, Medallion elected to withdraw from the mass-market paperback format entirely and concentrate on ebook releases instead of mass-market paperback. At first I was skeptical and disappointed with their decision, but in the eleven months since they made the change I’ve come to believe the ebook market is the perfect place for a debut author to begin developing a presence.

Q: In your opinion, what is the key ingredient for writing great thrillers?

Allan: Action and suspense. My goal is to leave the reader feeling like she has just run a marathon when she puts the book down, whether she happens to stop reading at the end of the book, the end of a chapter, or the end of a paragraph. Obviously you need sympathetic characters and a believable plot, too, but at the end of the day, a thriller has to thrill, plain and simple.

Q: Finally, I like to ask authors this question.  What is your passion?  What is it that you’re more passionate about than anything else?

Allan: My number one passion is and always will be my family. I’ve been married for 27 years to the same fantastic woman, and we’ve watched three children grow nearly to adulthood. Now we get to watch a grandchild grow up as well. Nothing can compare to that.

A close second, though, at least for me, would be writing. I love the feeling of disappearing into a story, of building a world in which absolutely anything can and will happen. The fact that I get to share those stories with like-minded readers is the best thing I can imagine.

Q: Thanks for the interview, Allan.  Do you have any final words?

Allan: I suppose I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t try to get a few parting shots in. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share Final Vector with you and your readers. This is my first novel and I would love to receive whatever constructive feedback any reader is willing to give, good, bad or otherwise. Feel free to contact me via my website, www.allanleverone.com. I’d love to hear from you!

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The First Page is one of Literarily Speaking’s newest features. Here we get a glimpse into an author’s work and what better place to begin than the first page? Authors share their first pages and answer a few questions about why they started their books off the way they did. Today we welcome Cynthia Kocialski, author of the business book, Startup from the Ground Up: Practical Insights for Entrepreneurs (CreateSpace).

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Start Up from the Ground Up

Startup from the  Ground Up: Practical Insights for Entrepreneurs
by Cynthia Kocialski
THE FIRST PAGE

It is the dream of many people—to be an entrepreneur, to start the next company that creates the hottest tech trends, or to change workplaces and lifestyles with a new product.  How do you transform your pie in the sky idea into a reality?  How do you start? What mistakes should be avoided? Are there any secrets?

The technology and the product is to the start-up what the heart is to the human body: they’re critically important, but many other pieces are needed for the human body to function as a whole. A company has no reason to exist without the product, but a great product alone will not make a successful start-up. This book will show what must be wrapped around the technology to create a success story.

All products and businesses emerge and evolve as the start-up interacts with customers, investors, and the marketplace. The successful start-up navigates the process of discovering the product and the business model.  This book will show the entrepreneur the key elements of the process and how to let the start-up unfold.


Cynthia KocialskiWelcome Cynthia.  Can you tell us what your book is about?

Startup from the Ground Up is about the very early beginnings of a company.  The book shows entrepreneurs why and what business details they need to focus on in the early stages of a company’s life.

Start-ups don’t fail because companies are unable to build the product. They fail because the entrepreneur ignores or neglects the business factors needed to bring that product into the market. Entrepreneurs concentrate on the product details too much. This book is about everything else the entrepreneur should and needs to address about the product.

The first page is perhaps one of the most important pages in the whole book.  It’s what draws the reader into the story.  Why did you choose to begin your book this way?

It appeals to the emotional aspect of an entrepreneur beginning a company. It creates an easy to understand analogy between a start-up company and human being as a whole. It gives them a reason to keep reading, and hopefully, the style of writing appeals to a budding entrepreneur’s impatience from information and sets the expectation for a light and easy-to-read book.

In the course of writing your book, how many times would you say that first page changed and for what reasons?

It only changed once. After the content editor read it for the first time and said the book needed a Prologue. I spent more time agonizing over the flow of the book and the opening paragraphs of each chapter.

My book is a non-fiction book targeted at a reader who wants to know how-to start a company. The book was modeled after Harry Beckwith’s popular marketing books. The intention was for each chapter to impart an important nugget of wisdom, but each chapter could be read alone without the need to read the previous chapters.

The unfortunate truth is most start-ups fail. I recall my content editor stresses the importance of being upbeat and positive on the opening paragraphs.

Was there ever a time after the book went to print you wished you had changed something on the first page?

No, because I’m still not sure how the book is being received. You write a book and you become too close to the words. One of the worst aspects of writing the book was reading it over and over and over again. You end up boring yourself. You can’t tell as an author how the reader will perceive the book, and you have to wait until you get feedback.

What advice can you give to aspiring authors to stress how important the first page is?

Do your best to write the first page. Online opinion surveys are fairly inexpensive these days. I would take the first page and conduct a survey.  Have a hundred people read it and ask for feedback.

Visit Cynthia’s website at www.cynthiakocialski.com.

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The Innocent ebookTitle: The Innocent
Author: Vincent Zandri
Publisher: StoneGate Ink
Paperback: 318 pages
ASIN: B00452V7TM
Genre: Thriller

For Green Haven Prison Warden, Jack Marconi, Getting caught is simply not an option.

It’s been a year since his wife was killed. Ever since, he’s been slipping up at his job as warden at an upstate New York prison. It makes him the perfect patsy when a cop-killer breaks out–with the help of someone on the inside. Throwing himself into the hunt for the fleeing con, Jack doesn’t see what’s coming.

Suddenly the walls are closing in. And in the next twenty-four hours, Jack will defy direct orders, tamper with evidence, kidnap the con’s girlfriend–and run from the law with a .45 hidden beneath his sports coat. Because Jack Marconi, keeper of laws, men, secrets, and memories, has been set up–by a conspiracy that has turned everyone he ever trusted into an enemy. And everything he ever believed in into the worst kind of lie.

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BOOK ONE
GREEN HAVEN PRISON

Statement given by Robert Logan, the senior corrections officer in charge of the transportation of convicted cop-killer Eduard Vasquez at the time of his escape:

You wanna know about Vasquez, well I’ll tell you about Vasquez. He looked like death twisted inside out. That dentist did a real job on him, or so I thought at the time. What I didn’t know was that Vasquez was one hell of a faker, one hell of an actor. You should have seen him sitting in the backseat of that station wagon all bound up in shackles and cuffs—skin white, lips swelled, gauze stuffed inside his cheeks. Blood and spit were running down his chin. His eyes were glazed and puffed up. That toothache must have been a real headache now that A. J. Royale, the butcher of Newburgh, had gotten to him. No way could Vasquez escape. But then how could I make any sense out of the feeling I’d had since we’d started out? The feeling that told me he was going to make the break?
But here’s how it really happened:
My partner, Bernie Mastriano, he drove the station wagon while I adjusted the rearview mirror to just the right angle so I could get a better look at Vasquez in the backseat without turning every ten seconds. He was sucking air like there’s no tomorrow. His feet and hands were bound up and he was locked up in that cage and you could see the pain all over his face. He just put his head back on the seat, opened his mouth wide, let his tongue hang out like a sick puppy. He didn’t seem so tough then. Seemed kind of stupid and pathetic, not at all like the crazy psycho who pumped three caps into the back of that rookie cop’s head back in ‘88. Vasquez kept suckin’ up that air like it somehow relieved the pain from the hole Royale left in his mouth. Then out of nowhere he doubled over, threw his head between his legs, started heaving blood all over the floor.
Mastriano screamed, “I think he’s having a freakin’ heart attack.”
I told him to shut up, stop the car.
“Heart. Attack!” he screamed.
“Damn it, Bernie,” I said, “pull the car over before somebody gets hurt.” Sometimes you gotta pound things into Mastriano’s head. He pulled the wagon onto the shoulder of Route 84, killed the engine. Then he pulled Vasquez out of the car and laid him out on the field next to the road.
I was right behind him.
When I got down on my knees to see if Vasquez had swallowed his tongue, the black van pulled up behind the station wagon. The back doors of the van swung open. There they were. Three of the hugest dudes you ever saw in black ski masks, packing sawed-off shotguns.
Mastriano went for his sidearm. But he took a shot in the head with the butt end of a shotgun, hit the ground cold. I got up and went after the son-of-a-bitch. I guess I didn’t see it coming either. I went down, right next to Vasquez. They kicked me in the face, in the forehead. See that purple-and-black welt above my eye?
One of those masked bastards knelt down, reached into my pockets, felt around for the keys to Vasquez s handcuffs and ankle shackles. But here’s what really got to me: When Vasquez was free, he jumped up. When those shackles were off, he spun around to his knees, got up, spit out that bloody gauze, let out a laugh. “Hey boss,” he said, you fell for the whole thing, hook, line, and fucking sinker. Just like that, boss.”
I rolled over onto my side in the high grass, jammed my knees into my chest. I couldn’t work up the air to talk. But my ears were still good.
“Lock ‘em up,” Vasquez said.
They cuffed Mastriano and me together with my own handcuffs, shoved us into the front seat of the wagon. Vasquez ordered one of his men to take the wheel. But before we pulled away, he leaned his head inside the open window.
“No hard feelings, boss. Hope this don’t screw up the promotion.”
The last thing I remembered before waking up at the gravel pit was Mastriano’s piece coming down hard on my head.

CHAPTER ONE
1997 was the year Green Haven Prison went insane. The winter hadn’t produced a single snowstorm that lasted for more than an hour before turning to rain and slush, and what should have been covered with a velvety-smooth blanket of white went on being gray and lifeless and pitiful, as if God Himself saw to it that the twenty-five hundred inmates and corrections officers living and working inside nine concrete cell blocks never once forgot where they were and why they were put there in the first place.
But for a man living and working inside an iron house, you didn’t take snow for granted. A fresh dose of snow al-ways broke the endless monotony, pumping good vibrations throughout the facility so that even the hardest inmates showed wide ear-to-ear smiles on their scarred faces. And happy faces meant that, for maybe a day or so, you wouldn’t have a prisoner shivved square in the chest with a homemade blade or a psyche case tossing a handful of human waste at an unsuspecting officer or an HIV-positive lifer spitting a mouthful of blood at his cheating honey or a nineteen year old scared-out-of-his-wits man/boy wrapping a sheet around his neck and tying it to the overhead light fixture. What you might get instead was two thousand men joining in song, the gentle hum radiating against the concrete walls like music by moonlight while flakes of white snow drifted slowly down to earth.
What we got that winter instead of snow was rain and slush and bone-hard, damp cold. From New Year’s to Easter alone, we had six shivvings that resulted in four deaths and two badly rearranged faces. We had seventeen beatings that resulted in one death, and one inmate who (mysteriously) fell from the third-floor gallery in F-Block and who would now do life inside an infirmary, taking his meals through a feeding tube.
That winter we had two ODs, one death by hanging, an inmate who somehow got his wife pregnant during visiting hours, and another who acquired a good old-fashioned dose of the clap. To make a dismal matter even worse, we also had a group of twelve corrections officers who attracted national attention with their own arrests after a bachelor party turned ugly. The short of it was that my COs thought it would be funny to pelt unsuspecting passersby with raw eggs from the open windows of the school bus they’d rented for the occasion. One elderly citizen, who stood outside his car on a side street in Newburgh and protested, was given a special dose of humiliation. (As of this writing, his suit against Green Haven Prison and the State of New York is pending.)
But these were not the most serious things that happened during that winter.
We also had an increase in the inner-prison drug and contraband trade, in the form of pot, crack, heroin, liquid hormones, and assorted pharmaceuticals. I was personally forced to retire a record number of COs, not because I wanted them gone (I didn’t have enough support staff to run the prison as it was), but because the Commissioner of Corrections for the State of New York had sent down his official mandate. And what’s more, the winter of 1997 was the first I had spent without my wife, Fran, in more than twenty-five years—although by then nothing more could be done for her.
To add insult to an otherwise uncauterized injury, we had been cheated of our spring. Even the anticipation of spring rains and fresh muddy yards and good sleeping weather (there is no climate control inside a concrete prison cell) had been taken from the men who occupied the walls of Green Haven Prison. The heat of summer took over early with all the force of martial law, and what was supposed to be a “green haven” turned into a broiler oven. What little green vegetation there was within the concrete and razor-wire barriers turned brown and died. Even the baseball diamond cracked and heaved, like the blood that thickens and cakes on the upper lip after it oozes from the nostrils of a man’s nose when his body writhes and convulses during an execution by lethal injection. (For anyone believing lethal injection is the humanitarian way out, think again. I’ve witnessed three, and during all three, the men convulsed, choked, snapped their own ribs, and bled from the nose and mouth.)
In May of the year 1997, my prison smelled only of low morale, treason, and pity. And it tasted of sweat, concrete, and human decay. And my God, it was hot. But as for me, Jack Marconi, the keeper . . . the warden … the superintendent in charge of all things living and dying inside the iron house?
I did the only thing I could do under circumstances best left in God’s hands.
I blamed the weather.

CHAPTER TWO
Green Haven reached the boiling point on a sweltering afternoon in May with the escape of convicted cop-killer Eduard Vasquez. Since I couldn’t very well blame the weather on a notorious killer who had practically been handed the keys to the front door, I found myself sitting on the edge of the desk in my office on the second floor of our administration building, holding my head in my hands. I had managed to take control of the situation as best I could so that it had been only twenty minutes since I’d ordered a general lockdown of the nine blocks. Now, instead of holding my head in my hands, I had to take the steps necessary to get my head together.
I’d just seen Robert Logan, one of the two COs held at gunpoint when Vasquez had escaped from their custody four hours before. Dan Sloat, my First Deputy Superintendent for Security and my second in command, was on his way downstairs to meet up with a detective from the Stormville PD. Stormville, along with the New York State police, were making preparations to head up the pursuit for Vasquez, at least to the outer fringes of their jurisdiction.
In the meantime, I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I turned to my secretary, Val Antonelli. “Whadaya mean the file’s missing?”
“I mean Vasquez’s file is gone, outta here,” she said.
“Jeeze. Stormville’s gonna want information. Photos, rap sheets, next of kin. All of it.”
“Maybe Vasquez signed it out before he left this morning.”
“I don’t need jokes, Val,” I said. “I need that file!”
“Raising your voice does not change the fact that it’s hot in here or that the bacon cheeseburger I had for lunch is coming up on me or that Vasquez’s file is missing.”
Val sat in my swivel-back chair in the middle of the room with her legs crossed tight at the knees, making last-minute corrections to her freehand transcription of Robert Logan’s statement. “I’ll see if a folder was signed out this morning,” she offered. “For all I know it’s in the filing bin downstairs.”
“Try to get it before you leave tonight,” I said. “I’m asking, not telling.”
“We’ve got copies on microfilm anyway, boss,” she said. “So it really doesn’t matter if the file’s missing or not.”
I took a hot, sour breath and stared up at the cracks in the plaster ceiling of my fifty-five-year-old office—a square-shaped room inside a maximum security prison that had housed German POWs during World War II. Now it housed close to twenty-five hundred permanent inmates and transients on their way upstate to Attica or further downstate to Sing Sing.
Most of my prisoners were black and Latino. Kids mostly, with rap sheets so long they’d wear you out just getting past the list of youthful offences. Murderers and gangland killers and torture experts and organized professional killers. Some men with nothing on the outside but poverty and death, but some with beautiful cars and houses and beautiful women in furs who came to visit every day and bank accounts that would make the governor look like
a pauper. Evil, mean-spirited killers, but likable killers, too. Tough killers and not-so-tough killers and killers who gave up being men altogether to take hormone injections, as if spending the rest of their God-given days inside five air-plane-hangar-size buildings were enough to eradicate the man, give birth to something distorted and freakish.
Inside the sweat-covered concrete walls and razor-wire fences you’d find weight lifters, junkies, drunks, health-food addicts, junk-food junkies, thin men, fat men, small and tall men, Muslims, Catholics, Five-Percenters, Buddhists, Jews, serial killers, man-eaters, motherfuckers, child fuckers, and animal fuckers. You’d find bankers, accountants, lawyers, professors, teachers, architects, welfare cases, preachers, pimps, and you’d find high school graduates and college graduates and illiterate men who’d skipped school altogether and inmates so out of it they couldn’t tell you what month it was. Not far down the gallery from them you’d find the queers and steers and crybabies with long French braids, false eyelashes, thick red lips, and tattoos of broken hearts on their freshly shaved ass cheeks. Men with names like Black Jack, Lizard Leonard, and Ricky Too-Sweet. Butchers with baby-blue teardrops tattooed on the soft skin below their left eyeballs (one for each of their victims); men who’d arrived in the 1940s with all the piss and spunk of youth and who now, in their old age, would never consider leaving the comforting walls behind. There were cons and jokesters and pranksters and chronic masturbators and victims of circumstance, and men who did nothing wrong at all except to hire the wrong lawyer, and kids who suffered so much for their mistakes that at night you could hear the echoes of their sobs as they called out for their mamas and you’d gladly wrench your broken heart out of your chest if only it would get them a fair shake in life.
But by 1997 a new breed of inmate had infected Green Haven Prison, a new generation of criminal born of the sewers of New York and raised in the streets. Teenage men who never really had a mother or a father or a home or the chance for an education. Men, not boys, who seemed almost happy to go to prison because, for the first time in their lives, they felt safe and protected by the thirty-foot-high concrete walls. Men who enjoyed the prison life for the free sex, booze, food, drugs, and medical attention. Tough young men who freaked at the sight of a dentist’s drill because they’d never seen one before. Young men whose life expectancy shot up dramatically from twenty-one to the ripe old age of forty because they now had iron bars and concrete walls to separate them from the killers they’d dissed along the way.
I was their warden.
I was their keeper, their mother and their father.
Which is why, for me, the matter of Eduard Vasquez’s escape was such a serious offense. I had signed the release form allowing him to visit a dentist on the outside. As the keeper of Green Haven, I was directly responsible. It was my decision and my decision only. What I mean is, I could have said no. But then, I couldn’t just deny a prisoner his right to proper dental care if that’s what he wanted. That was the rule in New York State. As the keeper, my job was not rehabilitation. My job was to see that society was protected from its prisoners. But get this: It was also my job to see that a man who’d shot a New York City cop at point-blank range maintained a pearly-white smile.
I was well aware that Vasquez knew his rights. All the sharp inmates did. Fact is, they knew their rights better than did the men and women who incarcerated them. It was simply a matter of the prisoners knowing more about their civil liberties than did the guards who locked them down every night. At Green Haven Prison in the spring of 1997 ignorance ruled, and ignorance was never bliss.
And when it came to making an executive decision based on an inmate’s civil liberties, there was never any right or wrong. There was only wrong and more wrong. But then, Vasquez had been a good prisoner. That is, he didn’t go around stabbing or raping anybody. And I’d had no reason to believe he would escape. Anyway, I didn’t make the rules in the first place, I only competed with them.

The hot sun poured into my office through the old double-hung windows. Even though Wash Pelton, the Commissioner of Corrections, had declared it a general cost-saving rule to leave the air conditioners dormant until June, I turned mine on and breathed in the cool, stale air.
I turned back to Val, watched her push up the sleeves of her cream-colored cashmere V-neck sweater.
“Okay, give it to me straight. You think Logan’s statement legit?”
Val straightened her legs and spread her arms to catch the cool breeze from the air conditioner. She stood up from the leather chair and stretched her short solid body by reaching for the stars. A habit of hers I never got tired of admiring. “In my opinion,” she said, “Logan is one lying son of a bitch … if you’ll excuse my French.”
I slid off the desk, stuffed my hands into my pockets. “My thoughts exactly,” I said. I was relying on my gut. I’d never had an escape before. I’d never had any choice but to accept the word of my officers as gospel, no matter what I suspected otherwise. Besides the missing file, I thought, the only thing to go on was Logan’s unmarked face.
“You notice any marks on Logan’s mug?”
“For a man who got smacked over the head with a gun,” Val said, stuffing her notepad under her left arm, “he seemed in pretty good shape.”
“Perfect shape. Other than that small bruise on his forehead.”
We said nothing for a second or two while the cold air filled the room like the invisible vapors in a gas chamber.
The phone rang.
Val took it at my desk. “Superintendent’s office,” she said, looking directly at me with the wide eyes that told me someone I didn’t want to talk to was on the line. “Pelton,” she said cupping her hand over the mouthpiece.
“Crap,” I whispered. “He wanted two more men cut from the staff by Friday. Two more men when I don’t have enough officers now.” I removed my charcoal suit jacket from off the hanger in the closet, held it by the lapel.
“What do I tell him?”
“Tell him I’m not here. Something is definitely not right. I’ve got a missing prisoner, a missing file, and a possibly phony statement. I might even have a quack for a dentist. What I definitely have is a real problem when Pelton gets word I signed the release for Vasquez to walk.”
“What’ll I tell Pelton about the escape?” Val begged, her palm pressed flat over the mouthpiece. “He’s gonna want something. An explanation at least.”
I slipped on my jacket, pulling the cuffs to make the shirtsleeves taut. I looked into the small mirror on the back of the closet door, ran my hands through my black hair, pressed my fingers down over my mustache and goatee. “Tell him I had a dentist’s appointment,” I said, looking into my own brown eyes but quickly looking away. “Then try to find Vasquez’s file, even if you have to get it off the microfilm.”
”I can’t tell him you went to the dentist.”
“Why not? I have teeth.”
“He’ll know it’s a lie. You know I hate it when I have to lie for you.”
“Okay, then tell him the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That I don’t want to talk with him right now because I don’t feel like firing anyone.”
Val pressed her lips together, stared me down. She knew she had to lie for me whether she liked it or not. She
took a quick breath, composed herself, and took her hand off the mouthpiece. She brought the phone to her face, spoke slowly, barely moving her thick, red lips. “Mr. Marconi just left for the dentist, Mr. Pelton. Is there a message?”
As I opened the door to the office, she stuck her tongue out at me.
“You mad at me?” I whispered.
She raised her middle finger high, as if the tongue hadn’t been enough.

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Fashion UnraveledTitle: Fashion Unraveled
Author: Jennifer Lynne  Matthews
Publisher: Los Angeles Fashion Resource
Paperback: 408 pages
ISBN: 0983132801
Genre: Fashion/Craft

Fashion Unraveled offers an inside look into the operations of a small fashion design business. This book offers tips, tools of the trade and valuable insight into the industry. This acts as a guide for developing a customer, market and collection. The book introduces the reader to sourcing and production, as well as explains marketing concepts. Whether the reader is an entrepreneur, designer, student or craftsperson, this book will guide one through the business implementation process.

Fashion Unraveled introduces an in-depth look at creating a costing model, solid pricing and realistic budgeting. Fashion Unraveled is user friendly and was designed for the creative mind. Chapters are laid out with definitions and web links located in the sidebars of the book for ease in use. The second edition features over 400 pages of information transforming this into the “must read” resource for every designer entrepreneur.

This book offers a new case study feature, following a small fashion business through their business launch, including their business plan. Fashion Unraveled also features several designer interviews, including a Q&A with British designer Timothy James Andrews and couturier Colleen Quen.

About the Author:

Jennifer Lynne MatthewsAs an educator at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising (San Francisco & LA), Jennifer Lynne Matthews, recognized that there was a need for a step by step educational manual to teach her students on how to start their own business. Consequently, Matthews wrote the first edition of Fashion Unraveled in 2008 to provide such educational material; the second edition is due out in early 2011. Matthews, also a lingerie designer and entrepreneur, began her path in the fashion industry in 1994. She attended Florida State University, then the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York City, completing her degree in 1999. With a specialization in intimate apparel, Matthews began working in the industry as a stylist and freelance designer.

In 2002, Matthews opened her own business, Porcelynne Lingerie. Fashion Unraveled is built on Matthews’ experience in both  opening and  sustaining a successful business. She brings the knowledge of running a small business and her expertise in the industry into her book and it continues into her classroom teaching.

Matthews has won numerous awards for her designs and has received worldwide accolades for her work, including the Best of the East Bay and the Best of San Francisco Mastermind awards for her lingerie designs. Her most recent project has been on a reality TV show (currently being pitched to networks) as a co-producer and fashion consultant for a lingerie design competition show.

Future plans include authoring a collection of books on lingerie design, draping and clothing construction.  She also aspires to open a showroom and education studio in the garment district of Los Angeles.

For more information on Jennifer Matthews and her work, see www.fashionunraveled.com and www.porcelynne.com.

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Michael Ferris 2Michael Ferris, originally from St. Joseph, Michigan, started working in his father’s music store, Ferris Music Center, at the age of sixteen and started playing the classical guitar at the age of seventeen. Having had many wonderful teachers, not only with great talent but also great souls, he moved on to study at the internationally acclaimed Mozarteum University for Music and Applied Arts in Salzburg, Austria (*-Die Universität für Musik und darstellende Kunst Mozarteum) where he completed his M.A. in Guitar. Michael studied under well-known guitarists Maria Isabel Siewers de Pazur, Joaquin Clerch, Augustin Wiedemann, Ricardo Gallen, and the world-renowned player Eliot Fisk. In doing so, he has not only learned the instrument, but lived out his dreams.Having the chance to gain an array of experience during his travels in Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East, he is now able to speak several languages fluently and works at an international company in Vienna. In addition to this, he still teaches guitar and holds courses in Business English at a local college on the weekends.

His latest book is Crossing Borders.

You can visit his website at www.crossingborders.ferrisguitar.com or connect with him at Facebook at and Twitter at http://twitter.com/ferrismichael.  Visit his book’s facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Crossing-Borders-by-Michael-Ferris/178577402162088.

Thank you for this interview, Michael.  Can we begin by having you tell us a little something about your new book, Crossing Borders?

Michael: Of course, thanks for having me here. Crossing Borders is the story of how I went to Austria to study music, ended up studying with one of the most famous guitarists on Earth and got the cultural experience of a lifetime to boot. I would like to emphasize the word lifetime, because I ended up getting married to a beautiful Austrian and permanently residing here. It is the story of soul-searching and realizing all of my dreams in the process.  I think it is something which not only I am capable of doing, but everyone that puts their mind to something and sees it through. If you do that, the bit of luck and opportunity necessary to be successful comes along, but perseverance is the key. I am hoping to send that message to my readers in hopes that it will inspire them to do their best to achieve their goals and enjoy life along the way.

Crossing BordersThis is a personal narrative of your twelve years abroad in your quest to study music and become a professional guitarist.  At what point of your life did you decide that’s what you wanted to do?

Michael: I actually only started playing guitar when I was seventeen. Going to Europe to study was considered by many in my last years of high school to be a pipe-dream. You would not believe what obstacles I had to face to get people to take me seriously. When it came right down to it, I had to do it all myself, although I did have a lot of friends who believed in me and inspired me along the way. Deep down in, it is only because of them that I have made my life what it is today. Am I a famous or great guitarist? No. Am I a good guitarist? Yes, but this is not so relevant. I think the most important thing has to do with the fact that during my journey through life, I found that dreams came true that I never knew I had. I still teach guitar regularly and really enjoy it, but now I work for an international company here in Vienna. I found that I have a great passion for many things in life. For example, I absolutely love languages and business. If I had not studied music, I think I would have got my MBA and been just as happy. Currently, I’ve been working to attain certifications in project management and even a diploma in economics. But, if I had chosen and do it all over again, I would still have chosen to study the guitar. It has been and probably always will be one of the greatest challenges in life that I absolutely love!

How did you prepare yourself mentally and physically for this trip abroad?  Did family try to talk you out of it?

Michael: I tried the best I could to mentally prepare myself for the trip. I ended up booking my flight 8 months in advance. I literally counted the days, every day since I had bought the ticket. Looking back, I realize now how funny it was to have done that. When the date of departure came around, it had been my very first time on a plane and I was scared to death. I almost didn’t go. After landing, getting out of the plane was like getting off a spaceship for me. It was all so very different, whereby Europe is still quite similar to the US. It was not until I went to North Africa years later to see how different a country can really be.

Almost everyone I knew tried to talk me out of it. Even my guidance counselor at high school had urged me to look for a local college and pursue a more “realistic goal”. My parents tried to support me as much as they could but did not really think that I would go through with it. Luckily, I had met some people along the way which had helped me more than you can imagine. Some of them even helped me not only morally but also financially here and there along the way. For this, I am still very thankful.

Once you left, how did you make friends in a country where you knew no one?

Michael: Well, that is great thing about undertaking something alone! When you are alone, people always seem to be willing to greet you with open arms, ask if you need some assistance or invite you to join them. Despite all the problems in the world, it is certainly one of the greatest virtues of all mankind.

What was their initial reaction of you being an American in a strange land?  Were there barriers?

Michael: Actually, just the opposite is true. When I first came to Austria, people were very kind to me because of being American. In fact, most people thought it was “cool” to talk to an American. The language was certainly a barrier but people were very friendly on account of the fact that Austria has always had a very good relationship with the US since WWII. American soldiers were known to be very kind, giving out bananas, chewing gum and chocolate to children, absolute treasures for a people surrounded by destruction and famine.  Lately, that is not really the case, but there are a lot of political issues involved that did not exist when I was eighteen. It is quite a pity.

Did you marry while you were away those 12 years?  If so, can you tell us how you and your new wife met?

Michael: Details on the marriage are in the book. Concerning how we met, well, it does make me blush. She was my neighbor… : ) I don’t really want to go into details, but she first thought I was stalking her because I was always riding on the same bus with her into the city. She tried to avoid me whenever possible, which made me all the more curious. After finding out that we were neighbors, we became the best of friends.

It is my understanding you are still living in Austria.  Do you have plans to return to your homeland or do you now call Austria home?

Michael: It could be that I move back sometime in the future, but for now, I am here to stay. Vienna is absolutely wonderful and I am enjoying it to its fullest. Although I consider Austria my home, having spent a large portion of my adult life here, my American identity is very important to me. Living abroad and I know it is difficult for some to understand this, but I feel more American than most people living directly in the US. Every day, even now, people ask me where I am from. Every day, I am forced to explain that I am American. It doesn’t bother me much because I have become quite used to it and it has to be said that I absolutely love the good ol’ US of A.

What made you decide to write a book on your experiences?

Michael: Well, I have always been a person full of stories. I use them to identify with people or even other similar situations that I have to face. In fact, most of my very close friends are familiar with just about every story in my book. Every time I told one of them, people kept telling me, “Michael, you should write a book.” It was not until I wrote a 2-page article about my life that was published in the May 2008 edition of Classical Guitar Magazine, an international magazine for classical guitarists, that I thought the story would be interesting to others. That was definitely an incentive to take writing a bit more seriously. I ended up taking my friends’ advice and did it. I wrote a book.

I think it’s a very intriguing and exciting story and I’m certainly glad (and I know your readers are, too) that you decided to capture those moments on paper.  What’s next for you, Michael?

Michael: Well, my son was recently born.  It’s time for me to concentrate on him a bit. I am so incredibly excited! On my first trip to Austria, when I arrived in Vienna as an 18-year-old, I would have never thought I would one day be the father to a little Viennese boy.

Thank you so much for this interview and we wish you much success!

Michael: Thanks a lot! And once again, thanks for having me here.

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is David Richards, author of the women’s fiction novel, Pairs.

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Pairs has a rather motley pedigree stretching back over twenty years, but if I had to pick the genesis it would be a bleak conversation that I had with a woman who was very briefly a caregiver for my infant daughter. The woman turned out to be a rather eccentric and, I soon discovered, soused individual whose thought process would best be described as tangential, thoughts stopping and starting and stumbling about inside the air-popper that was her mind.

I will say in my defence for leaving my daughter with this woman in the first place was that she did have a nice large home with a maid and several children of her own who by outward appearances seemed well adjusted. All of which taken together was, I had thought, a stellar testament of her character. However, the errors in my underlying assumptions were numerous, the most understandable yet grievous, was that she had played a significant role in the raising and care of her own family. The maid, however, informed me otherwise.

By that period of my life I had already completed a Bachelor Degree in Psychology. Yet, for some reason unique to her own slant of the world, this woman had considered me a self-educated man (no reflection on my alma mater, I’m sure) whom she knew to be dabbling in writing, and so would take a moment from her busy day running her maid ragged to provide me with spirited inspiration. She was well versed in the art of opinion, and no passing thought was so trivial as not to warrant prolonged discourse.

Perhaps it was merely statistically inevitable, but during one of the many occasions when I was trapped in her foyer while bundling my daughter for winter, she had actually managed to plant a seed. The idea for a short story that she had presented was rather a macabre tale of a woman carrying an encephalic fetus to term. It was her passion when describing a woman’s love for her unborn child that gave her suggestion impact and which I remember most. Over time the scenario developed into a woman carrying a child that she would not be keeping and eventually evolved as a concept to surrogacy and then finally to the premise behind the story of Pairs.

D.W. Richards is a member of the Canadian Authors Association and beyond being a novelist he is also a script-doctor and freelance writer. An excerpt from Pairs will appear in the October 2010 issue of the international literary PDF quarterly Cantarville as a standalone fiction piece. In addition to creative writing, D.W. Richards has a Bachelor Degree in Psychology from Carleton University and is a Certified General Accountant. He divides his time between Venice, Italy and Ottawa, Canada.

Visit his website at www.pairsthenovel.com or connect with him on Twitter at http://twitter.com/DW_Richards.

You can purchase a paperback copy of Pairs online by clicking here or order the Kindle edition by clicking here.

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Frank Scully, author of the mystery novel, Resurrection Garden (MuseItUp Publishing) 

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The genesis of the story behind Resurrection Garden came to me while I was driving home during a particularly nasty winter blizzard here in North Dakota.  I had always intended to write a story set during the first decade of the 20th century as part of my Decade Mystery Series and had been mulling over a variety of storylines but none of them really felt as if they were capturing the special feel of that pioneering time. 

Something in that blizzard sparked several ideas that blossomed into scenes in the book and the rest began to fall into place rather quickly as I did my research.  I scoured archives of local newspapers to get a sense of the time and what was happening in the community and the world.  Many incidents from the newspaper find their way into the book.  Since my grandparents were among the pioneers who were already settled in the area at the time of the story, I also had personal history and diaries that I could draw on for background. 

It was a time of remarkable change.  The train and telegraph were making communication and travel so much quicker and easier. Goods could be shipped over long distance cheaply.  Newspapers even in small towns provided information and provided a sense of community.  Letters could cross the country in a week instead of months.  The telephone was a new invention and being used in cities.  Cars and streetcars were transforming cities. 

And yet, on the frontier prairie where farmers came to homestead and stake their claim to the American Dream, life was still harsh and often raw.  Jake Turner had seen much of the settling of the west.  He’d been to the big city and seen electricity and indoor plumbing.  He charged up San Juan Hill and been an Arizona Ranger and a railroad detective.  He was a wanderer and now he was a Deputy Sheriff in North Dakota where he stumbles over the body of a murdered man. 

The reasons behind the murder are buried deep in the past and the people involved have secrets to keep.  Secrets they are willing to kill again to protect.  Jake’s best friend, Isaac, is entangled in those secrets somehow.  Jake is falling in Love with Isaac’s sister Alice.  An orphaned boy, Andy, has become attached to Jake.  All are at risk if Jake makes a mistake. 

In the midst of the mystery and suspense I try to convey a sense of the time and place.  How it was to live at the turn of the century in a new place where settlers struggled to make a go of it.  The problems they faced that were unique to them and the ones we would recognize today.  It was hard work taming the land. Communities were new. Medicine was rudimentary.  The law was often distant.  Yet people then were much the same as they are now. 

I sought publication the normal way and wrote queries to agents.  I did get an agent for a period of time but never received any offer of publication, so we went our separate ways.  I then signed with a small publisher and was scheduled for publication but, due to the owner’s illness, the publishing company was dissolved and I and my book were orphaned again.  Some time later I heard through the grapevine that Lea Schizas was starting a publishing house called MuseItUp Publishing so I wrote to congratulate her and also queried her on my book.  Very shortly after submitting, she offered me a contract.  I am very happy to be with MuseItUp.  Lea has surrounded herself with excellent professional editors and other staff.Frank Scully Photo 2

 

Frank Scully was born and raised in a small town in North Dakota and received a Bachelor’s degree in History with Phi Beta Kappa Honors and a Juris Doctor degree in Law from the University of North Dakota. He then served more than five years as a Judge Advocate General Corps Officer in the U. S. Army in the U. S., Vietnam, and Thailand. After that he attended the prestigious Thunderbird School and received a Masters in Business Administration with honors. In his professional career he has worked as an executive with large aerospace and defense manufacturers and also owned his own small business.

Depending on the vagaries of the universe he has been well off at times and broke, but never broken, at other times. Blessed with an understanding wife who gave him twin sons, he has remained through it all a dreamer whose passion is writing stories that will entertain readers.

Resurrection Garden, a mystery novel, is the first of five books Frank has under contract with MuseitUp Publishing.

You can visit Frank’s website at www.frankjscully.com.

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Tom RoyTom Roy is the President and Founder of UPI. After a very brief time in the S.F. Giants organization, Tom went on to a career in radio, taking his first job in West Virginia. Shortly after that he felt the call of God to pursue a college degree and enrolled at Grace College in Winona Lake, IN. Upon completion of that degree he took a head baseball coaching job at a local high school for 3 years. He continued in that profession, coaching also at the college level for 9 years.

In 1979 God put UPI on Tom and Carins hearts. In 1980 the ministry became a reality.  Tom ministered to players thru chapels, in camps and clinics for 28 years. He has had the honor to serve Christ through UPI in many venues, including speaking and conducting clinics in over 60 countries.

Tom and Carin reside in Winona Lake, Indiana and have two daughters, Amy and Lindsay, and 6 grandchildren (Hannah, Luke, Faith, Tommy, Sam and Lainey).

In January of 2008 he assumed the role of President/Founder and now finds himself working with the Advancement of the ministry as well as staying in contact with “UPI alumni” and caring for ballplayers through counseling.

His latest book is Released.

You can visit Tom Roy’s website at www.tomroy.org.

ReleasedThank you for this interview, Tom. Can you tell us what your latest book, Released, is all about?

RELEASED tells the remarkable story of the birth, growth, and development of a unique Christian outreach to the world of professional baseball-Unlimited Potential, Inc. Beginning with a phone call from Hank Aaron during a miserable Indiana blizzard, the fledgling work has grown to a world-wide ministry that has impacted thousands through baseball clinics and instruction. Through dozens of anecdotes, the personal stories of changed lives light up the pages of this book.

How did you come up with the idea?

This is a story we felt needed to be told. RELEASED not only gives a history of God working in the game of professional baseball, but tells of hundreds of professional athletes giving of their time and finances to share the great story of Jesus in over 60 countries to the world of baseball..

What kind of research did you do before and during the writing of your book?

Spent 6 weeks looking over every document, newsletter and board minute of the ministries 30 years. Also, requested personal interviews and testimonies from our staff and professional players.

If a reader can come away from reading your book with one valuable message, what would that be?

It is great to be alive, because God is in control.

In your own experience, is it hard to get a nonfiction book published today? How did you do it?

I was fortunate to have a publisher our town that believed in the story and the impact it could have on others.

What’s a typical day like for you?

When younger I found myself on the road often. Having traveled to over 60 countries keeps one busy. On top of that, visiting ballpark to see players, do bible studies and help the families. For 6 years I was the bible teacher or chaplain for the Chicago White Sox. Now, I primarily stay in contact with retired players and families by phone, text and emails. Also write a weekly blog and travel to spring training sites during the spring. Also do a fair amount of public speaking.

What’s next for you?

Hope to speak more about the work of UPI as well as share the love of Christ to as many as I can. A second manuscript is finished, this book dealing with the deep subject of betrayal.

Thank you so much for this interview, Tom. We wish you much success!

Thanks so much.

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Final MercyTitle: Final Mercy
Author: Frank Edwards
Publisher: Zumaya Enigma
Paperback: 300 pages
ISBN: 1936144204
Genre: Medical Thriller

Dr. Jack Forester, director of the New Canterbury University Hospital emergency department, is about to win an ongoing battle to modernize the ED when he’s stymied by the power-hungry dean, Bryson Witner.  Then someone tries to murder Jack’s mentor and the former dean, setting it up to look like suicide.

Bit by bit, Jack uncovers facts that suggest several other recent tragic accidents may not have been in the least accidental.  The deeper he digs, the closer danger creeps, and the phrase “life or death” begins to take on a new and very personal meaning.

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He walked faster. Having skipped the media circus at the hospital, he’d caught up on his sleep, and his legs felt strong. Past the main quad and nearing the foot- bridge, he was alone yet had the odd sen- sation someone was trying to get his attention. He stopped and looked around. Nothing.

He continued. Nearer the footbridge, he felt it again. He didn’t stop this time but strode more quickly. He continued through the grove of trees along the iron fence bordering Mt. Seneca Cemetery. Then he was on the footbridge, cars siz- zling by on the wet pavement twenty-five feet below.

He was a third of the way across when he heard someone behind him.

The footsteps approached at a jogger’s pace, and the back of Gavin’s neck tin- gled. He stopped and turned. The man coming toward him wore a black sweat- shirt with the hood drawn tightly around his face.

A potent chill crept up Gavin’s back. He turned and hurried toward the hospital end of the narrow bridge, but it was still fifty feet away and the footfalls were closing.

About the Author

Frank Edwards 2Frank J. Edwards was born in Rochester New York.  In 1968 he entered the US Army and served a tour in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot.  He received a BA with honors in English from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill then attended medical school at the University of Rochester, graduating with an MD in 1979.  In 1989 he received an MFA in writing from Warren Wilson College in Swannanoa, NC.  After practicing for a decade in North Carolina, he returned to the Rochester, area in 1990 where he remains in active practice.

He has published a number of poems and short stories in literary magazines including Carolina Quarterly and The Virginia Quarterly Review, along with numerous medical articles.  In 1988, Henry Holt published his first non-fiction book, Medical Malpractice: Solving the Crisis. His second non-fiction book, The M & M Files: Morbidity and Mortality Rounds in Emergency Medicine was published by Hanley & Belfus in 2002 and has become a standard text in emergency medicine.

For the past thirteen years he has taught creative writing seminars to medical students at the U of R.   In 2004, the University of Rochester Press published his collection of poems and short stories, It’ll Ease the Pain.

Final Mercy is his first novel.   He is married to a former emergency nurse from Canada and lives with his family on Lake Ontario near Rochester.

You can visit his website at www.frankjedwards.com.

You can purchase your copy of Final Mercy at Amazon by clicking here.

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