I'm so excited about my first FL promo. I hope it goes well on April 20th. I've entered Mystery Along the Danube at a reduced price. - A. Nation
Be sure to download these 8 Free ebooks at Smashwords
during their 30-day sale:
High Flyer The Lost Jewel Easter & Hobs Hobnobby's Story
Christmas The gift of friendship Thanksgiving dinner Cat in Space Best Friends
A review shall be appreciated
All of my ebooks are FREE or 30-60% Off! at Smashwords during their Authors Give Back Sale March 20 - April 20, 2020. All of the single short stories are free during this 30 day sale. Download yours now! Others are $1.20-2.79.
When Detective Alex was young, he hung around his friend, Frank Wolf, growing up. This is an additional story from the book Deflection, A Race Against Time, to show his boyhood in Arizona. Download an ecopy of Best Friends today.
These short stories was reviewed by J.D.:
"A fascinating glimpse into the future and the magic surrounding best friends, two Navajo boys, Alex Blackhawk and Frank Wolf. The story takes place in the year 2414 when a magic amulet saves them from adversity. It's a very entertaining story written by a very creative writer. I enjoyed reading it."
One of the books I started writing on during November's nanowrimo is my next one in the Quest Series called Eye of the Throne. I'm up to 50,103 words already. This continues the journey of a young man and his destiny among the native beings on a strange planet. The planet and the people, once had been powerful enough to rule on two planets, but one planet became a desert and the other a jungle. What encounters will Nathan discover? Can he quell his hatred for one of the aliens to win his girl's heart? What does the medallion from a long dead king mean? Pick up the first in series novel,
Eye of the Matrix.
These are three of my five print books Amazon has reduced the price. Now is a good time to get these tales in paperback.
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I won't be writing much today but playing a tile game with my friends. A good way to get those little funny stories that may end up in my books. Have a good day everyone.
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I've been working hard updating my next book, Mystery Along the Italian Coast. My book is currently 99 cents on Preorder for digital in Amazon, Books2Read, and Smashwords. Release date is
March 5th, so don't miss out.
This time Rosetta and her daughter travel around Italy and as they see the sights, a murderer, a thief, and a mob boss crosses their path. Now on PreOrder for 99 cents at these fine bookstores: Amazon, Books2Read, and Smashwords
Release date: March 5, 2020
I attended an author presentation today. There were 8 of us at the library. We talked about our writing and our book. Since I have 15 out, I chose to talk about Where Did They Go? This was my first nanowrimo book. I wrote this 212 page novel in 11 days. Editing, of course, took longer. At first I thought about reading the first page of the first chapter but decided to read the part where Susan slips into another world and meets Hobnobby.©ANation2016
As soon as I passed under the archway into the living room, a feeling of dampness surrounded me. The light was dimming and I thought I was falling into that fog of unconsciousness again. I wasn’t. I was still awake, but I could see my living room and my furniture vanish before my eyes. A soft breeze brushed upon my face and blew the scrap of paper off the table down onto the floor. It was then I fell into the blackness.
I began to awaken and noticed it was dark all around me. I was lying down on the ground, and as my eyes became used to the dim light, I could see shapes. They were trees. Skinny trees like you would find in the high mountains. Kind of like Aspens, but they weren’t.
I sat up and realized I was sitting on a dirt pathway. It wasn’t a road for four wheels, just a walking path. I stood up, dusted myself off and looked around at the emancipated trees hanging over each other. Down the path before me through the mist, I could see a lighted horizon. Maybe someone there can tell me where I am. I looked around by my feet and Mickie, my dog, wasn’t there. Out of habit, I looked at my digital wrist watch. The numbers that should have been lighted had darkened and stopped.
The air was so foggy. I couldn’t see much until I left the grove of trees. The ambiance became a little less dim, but still had that murkiness of some early mornings I remembered as a child when I was waiting to catch the school bus.
Something ran across my path, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out what it was. I was certain it wasn’t a cat. Small struggling flowers were trying to grow along the pathway. The grove of trees behind me couldn’t be seen anymore. It wasn’t cold out, just cool and humid. I wish I had my sweater. My tshirt just didn’t seem warm enough.
Up ahead, I saw something. I hurried on to get a closer look. It was a small structure that appeared to be a shack or a small house. As I walked closer I could see that the little shack was made of dark gray wood that had not been painted. Some weedy vine was trying to crawl up the door hinge. I reached out and turned the rusted dew covered knob. The latch slid inward making a rough scraping sound. The door moved and when it did, I was amazed at what I saw when I entered.
There was a warm glow from a lantern hanging from a rafter almost in the center of the room. I could see shoes, strips of leather, and pots hanging in disarray along the back façade of old lumber. A work table took center stage with another workbench under more pots hanging on the wall. To my right and my left of the doorway was about the same collection of pots and utensils fastened upon the thatched surface. “My spatula,” I said to myself. “It’s here.” I was about to reach for it from the center table when someone broke the silence.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” demanded a rough high voice behind me. I turned and through a curtained doorway a short squatty looking man with white hair, mustache, and a beard appeared. His clothes were rumpled and secured with a belt buckle too large for his frame. He resembled my garden gnome even to the little red hat on his head.
“Speak up, speak up. I’m very busy you know.”
I straighten myself up and announced, “My name is Susan Edwards.”©ANation2016
Editing takes up more of my time than writing the story. I have a great editor, she makes me think. I just readusted chapter 2 and 3 in this book. Plus I added more to clarify certain scenes. This is on pre-order due to come out March 5, 2020. It is now 99 cents. Be sure you order your copy at these fine booksellers.
KDL - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081S7D7ZY
B2R - https://books2read.com/u/3npwre
SW - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/998892
This time, Rosetta Blessing takes a cruise around Italy. When a murder suspect crosses her path, she tries to convince him to return to the states. When a mob boss wants to deal with the murderer, she has to rely on a former thief.