Val Muller

The Electronic Wordsmith

This story takes place in 1659 Bavaria. Although it’s called The Hangman’s Daughter, it mainly follows the hangman, Jakob Kuisl, as he fights to solve a mystery. A child’s body has washed up in the river with supposed markings of witchcraft, and Jakob and his allies are worried that this will begin a witch-scare like the one that happened thirty years earlier (and resulted in the torture and deaths of many innocent women).

I’d heard a lot about this bestseller, so I was hoping for something stellar, but it wasn’t as good as I expected. Part of that, I think, is because the book is a translation (it was originally written in German). The writing seemed uneven to me. At times, I would get lost in the narrative, but most of the time the writing seemed painfully slow, and I watched the percentage number on the bottom of my Kindle screen creep along. For the first thirty percent of the book, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to finish it. The story, to me, didn’t really pick up until I was 75% of the way through.

It definitely started out with an intriguing preface, illustrating the disturbing details of being a hangman. This profession, in the 1600s, was frowned upon but necessary. The hangman, with his knowledge of the human body (torture and medicine combined) was shunned by townfolk. He was also tasked with clearing the trash from outside of homes each week, and he and his family were considered “dishonorable.” The caste-like nature of this society is starkly different from what I know as an American, and it was interesting yet aggravating to me. Jakob has more integrity than anyone else in the book and should not have been treated so horribly. The fact that he was, and that he hated his job yet found ways of making it work, made him a likeable character. During the novel, he is tasked with torturing a confession out of a suspected witch, the midwife. Since Jakob respects the midwife (she delivered his own children), he uses his knowledge to delay the more gruesome parts of her torture, giving him time to solve the mystery (and disprove that it’s witchcraft). The majority of the book follows Jakob trying to track down a character known as “the devil” and determine what his role is in the murder.

Because of the title, I was waiting for the hangman’s daughter, Magdalena, to play a role—which she did about three-quarters of the way through. A doctor’s son has taken an interest in Magdalena, but since she is “dishonorable,” his family (and the rest of the town) disapproves of the match. I didn’t learn much about her, and as a result I felt too distanced. In fact, I felt this way about most of the characters. Some of the scenes took too long to get through. Some of the dialogue seemed unnecessary. And sometimes, when I wanted more details, the story fell short. A few more well-chosen details could have made me feel closer to many of the characters. I didn’t hate the villains the way I feel I should have, either. I’m not sure how much of this might be a result of the translation, though.

The Kindle edition did come with illustrations. My black-and-white screen didn’t do justice to these, but they did help fill in visual gaps. A hard copy or a bigger/brighter screen (cue ad for Kindle Fire!) would have helped.

I might be holding my standards a bit higher because this is a bestseller, but this is my honest opinion. I enjoyed the details of the story that gave me a taste of life in the 1600s: the smells, the discovery of a new powder called “coffee,” the strange herbs midwives and doctors would use for various ailments. I would have wanted more details about all the characters. The bottom line: it’s an interesting story that introduces a reader to the culture of 1659 Bavaria, but it could have been condensed, or kept the same length with lots more details added. I’m glad I borrowed it for free using Amazon Prime…

Chapter 19 of Remy’s story is by RC Bonitz, author of A Little Bit of Blackmail and the soon to be released sequel, A Little Bit of Baby. Jessie and Ike have troubles of their own! Look for it on Amazon and B&N November 8!

Next week’s chapter will come from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers, Deceit on Dorset Drive and newly-released, Halloween-themed Corgi Capers: The Sorceress of Stoney Brook, a mystery series for young detectives, as well as the sci-fi-time-travel-romance For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 19

Jeremy scratched his ear in silence for a moment. “I don’t know,” he finally muttered, “I guess I’ll have to talk to her again.”

“That didn’t work very well before,” Remy said.

He turned and stared at her. “What do you think I should do?”

What did she think? This was her problem? “I have no idea. No, wait- you could get a restraining order, I suppose.”

Jeremy brightened. “Hey, that’s good, right, I will.”

“You really ought to spell things out to her too. Very clearly.”

“I tried that. I told you.”

Somehow Remy wondered just how specific and emphatic he had been. “What did you tell her?”

“Well, I dunno. I don’t remember exactly.” He grinned. “I’ll tell her you’re my girlfriend now. That’ll show her how things are.”

Remy held her tongue. This was not going very well. First he asked her what to do, and now he wanted to involve her in a dispute with a woman who might be unbalanced?  Not good at all. Alright, she had to take a minute, had think before she told him off or said okay. What did she want to do? Was he a guy she wanted in her life? “Don’t involve me with Barbara. I don’t want her camping on my doorstep.”

“Oh yeah, she might do that I guess,” Jeremy said quickly.

Remy frowned. “She’s your problem, Jeremy, not mine. I don’t want any part of a love triangle. When you’ve settled everything with her we can talk, okay?”

Jeremy blinked. “Hey, that’s not fair. I told you, she means nothing to me. Why won’t you give me a chance?”

Remy sighed. Why was she being so stubborn with him? Not stubborn maybe, defensive? He was the stiff-necked one in a way, pushing like he did. “Jeremy, I just met you. I don’t owe you anything and you haven’t won my trust. Fair has nothing to do with it.”

He studied her face, then smiled. “Damn, you’re pretty when you’re mad.” She started to protest, but he raised his hand. “I know, not mad, just upset. And anyway, you’re pretty all the time.”

“Is that a new tactic- compliments?” she drawled sardonically.

He laughed softly. “Maybe it is, I guess so. Look, all I know is- you make me crazy. I think about you all the time. I see your face in my sleep. I’m not going to let Barbara stand between us. I’ll get that court order.”

 

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Catherine A. MacKenzie

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Jessica Degarmo

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RC Bonitz

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Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog

 

 

 

 

 

I was given an advanced review copy of this work to review. The YA novel is a sci-fi adventure in which a young man named Jason must help fight a race of giant, interstellar wasps in order to save Earth. The bottom line: Sometimes humorous, sometimes terrifying, and always imaginative, this high-tech, interplanetary tale will keep you buzzing through page after page. You will never look at bees the same way!

In fact, as I’m writing this review, I am watching a handful of carpenter bees ravage my wooden deck, and it’s actually making my skin crawl. The story follows a race of giant bees—bigger than humans—with their eyes on Planet Earth. The most terrifying is the General, a nightmarishly huge wasp bent on destroying humans.

The story is full of technology—the humans have advanced from our present-day technology, but so have the bees. They have sinister technology, characters, and motivations that underscore the novel with a tone of foreboding dread: The Death Watch, the Eternity Drive, the War Machine, Death Rays, and the deadly General. Even in the story’s lighter parts, these threats are constantly in the background, giving the reader a sense of urgency. Still, not all the bees are bad, and I enjoyed the more light-hearted interactions Jason has with the friendlier apians and was touched by some of the more poignant moments as well.

I also enjoyed the themes running through the book: Jason and his father are firm believers in the possibilities offered by education and science. Through the conflict with the bees, they risk their lives to use science to help the Earth. Another theme the author makes us question is the nature of humanity. Though under attack by a horrendous race of bees, some of the humans are still sticking to their own factions, valuing loyalty to individual countries rather even over loyalty to the human race as a whole. As a music lover, I also liked how Jason links music and science, and uses music to his own advantage in a way reminiscent of Dune. And suggestions about the nature of the Bees’ history and the nature of magic versus science was intriguing as well.

I enjoyed the story overall. There are places where the imagery truly carries each scene (descriptions like “blood orange light” stress the sinister intentions of the bees). My one wish was to be just a bit deeper inside some of the character’s heads before all the storylines come together. Still, I enjoyed the use of future slang; and overall, the suspense of the story carried the writing, making this a page turner and a quick read.

I recommend this book for fun-loving sci-fi fans, apian lovers, and readers liking a multi-cultural examination of the way we humans live, and can live, in this world.

 

Chapter 18 of the continuing saga of Remy comes to us from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!

Next week’s chapter will come from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B&N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in November.

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Chapter 18

Remy shifted uncomfortably, not exactly sure what she should say to Jeremy. The explanation he had given her about his mother being ill made all the sense in the world to her. She could hardly fault him for acting badly in that situation, though she wished the episode hadn’t been so downright threatening.

Still, she hesitated. Remy was willing to let Jeremy have his say, but she wasn’t about to open herself up to a dangerous situation. He watched her patiently as she struggled to find the right words. Rather than opening the door, she pulled the key back out of the lock and motioned towards the step as she sat, inviting him to sit with her.

“We should talk,” Jeremy said. “I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now – about what happened that day when Barbara showed up…?” He trailed off, posing his statement as a question, checking to see if she remembered. As if she could forget.

She sighed. “Look. I know you’re going through a lot. We don’t really have to get into this right now, but –“

“No! No! I want to explain what happened. Please?”

Remy nodded. “Alright. What’s up with Barbara?”

“It’s really not as complicated as it looks. Barbara and I went out for a couple of months. We met at a wedding – she was a friend of one bride’s family. I dunno. We started talking and hit it off. It was sort of nice to have someone to laugh with. Neither one of us really knew anyone but the bride and groom, so…”

“So you dated.” Remy suddenly laughed to herself, realizing she could save some embarrassment on both of their parts by simply letting him off the hook. “You can skip the nitty gritty details. How do we get to the point where Barbara shows up on your doorstep, rattling about a wedding and claiming she’s pregnant?”

“Right. Well, if you haven’t noticed…” Jeremy paused to glance at Remy, “Barbara seems to be a bit clingy. Possessive, really. I’m all for spending time with the one you love and everything, but a guy has to have a little bit of breathing room once in a while. Somehow we went from fun at a wedding to some pretty serious dating and before I knew it she’d practically moved into my apartment. This was over the course of – I dunno – two or three weeks? I admit I didn’t exactly tell her to leave, but I was still a little surprised the day her friend’s van pulled up with the rest of her stuff.”

Jeremy seemed to relax a bit as he spoke and even laughed a little himself. “I’m sure the look on my face was priceless. My saving grace was that I’d already placed an offer for my condo here, and I told her in no unclear terms that when I moved she was not coming with me. I didn’t exactly say we were breaking up, but I definitely made it clear that we were not going to live together.”

Remy carefully studied Jeremy’s face. “She didn’t take that very well?”

“Uhm – not exactly. At first she threw a temper tantrum. I mean, I didn’t know a grown woman could act the way she did. Then, after a few hours, she got really calm. It was unnerving. Then she started acting like nothing had happened.”

Remy shot Jeremy a questioning glance, eyebrows raised. “She acted like nothing had happened?”

He nodded. “Yea. She went to the apartment complex and asked if she could take over my lease when she left. She even asked me if she could keep whatever furniture I wasn’t taking with me. I let her keep a few things since I had planned to start pretty clean here anyway. And – well – yes. Aside from that she acted as though we were in a normal, healthy relationship.”

Jeremy paused and shrugged. “I tried to break it off when I moved out, but she insisted I was just going through a phase. She showed up here more times than I can count. I told her that we were through, didn’t have much in common – you name it. Things were just weird and I wanted to get as far away from her as possible.  I thought she’d finally gotten the message until she showed up at my door – well, at your door – that morning. I hadn’t seen or heard from her at all for about two weeks.”

Remy nodded in understanding, trying to process what she was hearing. She didn’t really want to pry into their relationship but she got the feeling there was more to Barbara than Jeremy wanted to discuss. “And now she’s pregnant.”

“And now she says she’s pregnant.”

This time she couldn’t help it. Remy laughed out loud and Jeremy looked at her, shifting uncomfortably. He looked nervous at her outburst but relieved when she started speaking again. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I just saw her leaving. I told you that. And I was thinking she doesn’t look pregnant. I don’t know what she is, but she really looks – I don’t know – sick? She looks awful.”

“Or deranged,” he added sarcastically. “But, you’re right. I guess I have a bit of a problem in that regard.”

“You sure do.” Remy looked Jeremy in the eye. “What are you doing to do about it?”

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Catherine A. MacKenzie

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Jessica Degarmo

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RC Bonitz

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Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog

 

 

 

 

 

Today I’d like to welcome Tracy Kauffman as my featured author for Writer Wednesdays!

Tell us about yourself.
I am a new author who writes stories for children and young adults.  I reside in North AL with my husband and daughter.  I work part time as a nurse in a nursing home.  I was inspired to write at a young age after winning editor in my school newspaper in elementary school.  I’ve wanted to be an author at a young age and started to write poetry and short stories until I published my first book with Tate Publishing.

Tell us about your book.
Southern Adventures is a coming of age/spiritual book about a woman recalling her life.  She questions her reason for living as her son leaves home.  As she looks through her photo album, she remembers her childhood as a mischievous girl who enjoyed her time playing outside.  Then, she remembers her life growing up as a teenager and dealing with things that teenagers go through, including dating and getting married.  She endures trials, good times in her journey through life.

What is your “day job”? 
I work as a registered nurse in a local nursing home.  I enjoy working with the elderly listening to their life stories.  The elderly are fun to listen to because they will tell you the truth and don’t hold anything back.

Are any elements of your book autobiographical or inspired by elements of your life?
Southern Adventures is inspired by my own life experiences.  I started to write this book when my son left home for the Air Force.  It gave me comfort after he left home.  I feel like nothing is harder in life than losing someone close to you.  That included your children leaving home.

Are you working on any other projects at the moment?
I have recently sent in a historical romance book to be published called Richard the Lionheart.  Another book that I am working on is about a woman from the north moving to the south and experiencing a whole different life.

Links

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Tracy’s website

Tracy’s Twitter handle: @Kauffmantracy

Facebook fan page

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This is Book 1 in the Southern vampire series that has been made into HBO’s True Blood series. I started watching the television show years ago without knowing it was originally a book. The show intrigued me—as visually pleasing mind candy. But in typical HBO fashion, parts of it were over-the-top with sex scenes sprinkled in freely. I later heard a story about an HBO producer randomly picking up a copy of Harris’s book in an airport, being intrigued, and pursuing the series from there. I was intrigued. I wanted to know just how good the book was. And as usual, the book is much better than the television show.

It’s told through the first-person viewpoint of Sookie Stackhouse, a girl with the ability to read people’s thoughts. From the start, her voice is sympathetic and intriguing. She’s an underdog, and her “disability” (reading minds) has forced her to distance herself from most close relationships. Her grandmother is loveable, too. Seventy-eight years old and still fairly open-minded. For example, when Sookie meets a vampire who lived during the Civil War, her grandmother asks her to invite the young man to address her Civil War club at their next meeting (agreeing that they’ll make special arrangements to meet after dark).

As an author, Harris was clever in giving Sookie her troubling “disability.” While Sookie tries to block out other people’s thoughts, she can—conveniently—turn the ability on and off, allowing her to peek into other characters’ heads when the narrative demands it. The story accept vampires matter-of-factly, with a vampire bar called Fangtasia, for example, or Sookie’s grandmother telling vampire Bill not to drink too much—just before his date with Sookie (a double-entendre on drinking alcohol versus blood).

If the colorful vampire plot isn’t enough to hold your interest, there is plenty of romantic intrigue. Sookie is drawn to vampire Bill, whose life she saved and who saved her life during a violent brawl. Part of the attraction is that Sookie is unable to read Bill’s mind, leaving her a refreshing sense of quiet. In the meantime, Sookie’s boss, Sam, seems to know about her mind-reading ability and is even able to block her from reading his mind (though she’s read enough to know that he desires her).  And yes, there is some sex. It is more tastefully done than the HBO series.

I won’t divulge any of the plot twists (if you haven’t read it, I don’t want to ruin it; if you’ve seen the HBO series, you already know most of them). I did feel, however, that I have a better understanding of Sookie, Jason, their motivations, and even the motivations of the other characters after having read the book (compared to the show). I’ll also promise that it’s a fast read. It isn’t particularly difficult, and the numerous plot twists force the page to turn. My only complaint is that the chapter breaks were long, making it harder to find a stopping point to do things like let the dogs out or make dinner. Still, once you get bitten by her tale, you won’t want to stop.

Don’t miss this week’s exciting chapter, written by Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her books of short stories available on Smashwords for only $1.99 and $0.99. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.There you can read the first story in each book for free. Her books of poetry are available there, as well.

Next week’s chapter will come from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B&N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY November 3.

 

There are more exciting chapters to follow, as we continue with this serial novel.

 

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 17

Remy slammed the car door with more force than she had intended. Drat that Irene. Who does she think she is?

Before she had time to ponder more on her co-worker, she glimpsed a flash of blonde rush into the complex and couldn’t help but notice the protruding belly.

“Jeepers, she’s sure showing,” Remy mumbled. “Where did that come from?” Well, that was a stupid question, she thought. From Jeremy, of course.

Granted, Remy hadn’t seen Barbara for several weeks and definitely not during the recent “calm before the storm” week, but Remy figured it was time for things to explode again, after experiencing the day’s unpleasant events.

First, Irene had decided to call her out on her so-called “sneaking out of the office as soon as the clock struck five.”

“It’s not sneaking out, Irene,” Remy had protested. “My work day is over.”

“Well, perhaps I’d like to leave on time, too.” Irene’s dark eyes flashed and her hands waved in front of her.

Remy reconsidered. Perhaps she was wrong in leaving as abruptly as she had been. “Okay, you’re right. Sorry. You leave on time all next week, and I’ll stay behind and close up.”

Irene calmed down.

“But I have to leave at five tonight. I’m not feeling well,” Remy said in a rush of words, trying to get them out before Irene went off on a tangent again.

“No biggie.” Irene seemed contrite then, as if she wanted to take back her words, which was unusual for her.

Then, later, Dr. Kendrick had stopped by her desk. “Come into my office when there’s a lull, Remy,” he said.

Not wanting to rekindle anything with Sam, at least not in the office, Remy waited as long as possible before going to this office. What can he possibly want? She thought. “A lot,” she mumbled to herself, glancing around to make sure Irene hadn’t heard her.

Remy needn’t have worried. Dr. Kendrick was all business, which both mystified and stunned Remy.

“Did you get the matter of the phone calls taken care of?” he asked.

“No, I didn’t. Haven’t gotten any for a while, so I think the problem’s solved.”

Sam looked at her with that same stare he had given her previously. Remy knew there was something more on his mind than telephone calls.

“Okay, then. Just wondered.”

“I’m not feeling well, so I’m leaving a bit early. Irene’ll close up.”

“Yes, I noticed Irene’s been hanging around lately and you’ve been gone.”

“We’ve discussed it already. She’s gonna leave on time all next week,” Remy said.

“Well, good. I don’t need bickering among my employees.”

Remy had felt like saluting him and saying, “Yes, sir. Understood, sir,” in as gruff a voice as she could muster, but she remained calm and slipped out of the office before Dr. Kendrick could say anything further.

Remy paused at her car, putting Irene and Sam out of her mind. Barbara had entered it, and Remy couldn’t concentrate on three personalities at once.

Before Remy had a chance to lock the car, Barbara appeared again. Jeremy must not be home, Remy thought. Barbara’s long blonde hair pulled tight into a pony tail made her face seem slimmer than it really was. Remy noticed her belly again. Although Remy hadn’t had much personal experience with pregnancies, she did see the occasional pregnant women in the waiting room. Something didn’t seem quite right with Barbara, but she couldn’t determine what it was.

Was it her face? Her face should be a bit plump, shouldn’t it, being pregnant and all? Instead, it seemed wan and thin, not at all like the glow of pregnancy. And her belly. Something not right there. Off kilter? Something flashed through Remy’s mind that the pregnancy was make-believe, but it was a passing thought she didn’t dwell upon and then it was gone from her memory.

Remy watched her get into her car, which was parked on the road and not in the parking lot where she stood. Remy let out her breath when Barbara disappeared down the street, none the wiser that Remy had seen her.

While unlocking her condo door, a noise behind her made her pause. She turned around to find Jeremy staring at her.

“Jeepers, you scared me,” Remy said.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t think you were home.”

“Why would you think that?” Jeremy said.

“I saw Barbara walk in, then walk right back out a couple of minutes later.”

“Yeah, I know. I heard her at the door. I pretended I wasn’t home.”

“Oh.” Remy turned back toward her door.

“Hey, I’m sorry about the other night. I really am. That wasn’t like me at all. Drinking, knives, filthy mouth. Not me.”

Remy faced him. “Yes, you should be ashamed of yourself. That was rude. And scary.”

“I had just heard my mother’s cancer returned. I lost control. Instead of hiding in a corner like a child, crying like a baby, or talking things out like a reasonable adult, I acted like a jerk.”

“Oh, Jeremy. I’m so sorry.” Remy’s thoughts of Barbara disappeared as fast as Jeremy had shown up behind her.

“Yeah, she’s been through hell. I’m certain she doesn’t have much time left. I’ve been putting off visiting her, thinking if I pretend it’s not real, it’ll go away. I hate a god that does this to us, disrupting lives, causing death. Not right. My mother doesn’t deserve this. No one does.”

Remy saw the tears in his eyes and watched him avert his head, as if something was happening in the courtyard that he couldn’t miss.

“Jeremy…”

“Sorry, Remy. I can’t believe I acted like that. Most of it was the booze. I do drink, of course, but I went overboard, trying to drown my sorrows, so to speak. I don’t usually carry knives. I don’t usually treat a woman that way. Never, in fact. I’ve never done anything remotely that cruel before. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. No harm done.” Remy knew there was harm done – harm to her emotions. But, she supposed he had a good reason. And he did apologize. He was contrite – and she did feel bad for him.

“I’m leaving this afternoon. She’s in Des Moines. Dad says the end is near. I have no choice now. I have to go. I just wanted to apologize before I left.”

“Oh, Jeremy…”

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Catherine A. MacKenzie

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Jessica Degarmo

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RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

 

Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog

 

Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

 

 

The princess of the school, Alice, is keeping a secret that could strip her of her high school fame. She is obsessed with the school’s outcast, Keith, but not just him – his music.

Since the inspiration for the song hit, Keith can’t get it out of his mind. The song must be played; it demands to be played. He knows the music is changing him, but he is unable to stop it.

Music has the ability to move you, enlighten you, and take you to places you have never dreamed of. And this particular piece? It has a life of its own and makes you forget who you really are.

As Keith and Alice learn of one another to the notes of that one perfect tune, they can overlook their roles and discover who they could be together. But they also discover someone else is listening and intends on keeping Keith to herself, possibly for an eternity.

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Ron C. Nieto is a fantasy and romance author who has been writing in her secluded fortress for the longest time. Recently, she had a talk with her cat and decided that she should share her creations, because it was selfish to hoard them all for herself.
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This is the first book in the Signs of Seven trilogy by Nora Roberts. The storyline fills my love of horror: a trio of boys, all born on July 7, 1977, make a blood pact on their tenth birthday at the Pagan Stone, a creepy (okay, cursed) and desolate location in the middle of a forest. Every seven years after that, terrible things happen on and around July 7. With the help of a paranormal reporter who has come to town to investigate, the boys (who are now 30 years old) must figure out the mystery of the curse before it is no longer able to be contained.

The story is written in third-person point of view, but it changes perspectives to match each character. This was one of my favorite qualities of the book. When telling the story through the perspective of the ten-year-old boys, Roberts uses language that ten-year-olds would use when not under the supervision of their parents. In the scenes when the boys are grown, Roberts seamlessly shifts perspectives to allow us into the heads of the various characters. She has obviously had a lot of practice writing 😉

It’s a Nora Roberts book, so yes—there is romance. Over the course of the novel, the three guys each meet a girl who seems drawn, like them, to the mystery of the curse. It’s only wintertime, but the creepy events don’t seem to be waiting for July this time, and all six are now involved. At one point the six of them are even stuck in the same house together during a blizzard. And yet none of the situations ever seemed over-the-top. The only thing that bugged me about the book—and here I’m revealing to the world that I am the total opposite of a girly-girl—is all the flower-buying. Descriptions of flowers, guys buying flowers for girls, girls getting all goo-goo over flowers. It’s a pet peeve of mine, I guess. My husband knows never to buy me cut flowers (I love you, so I’ve gone and killed something beautiful in your honor). That, and there was a scene in which the girls were decorating their new house. Decorating and flowers. Blargh!

But yes, aside from that, I enjoyed the book. The plot is right up my alley. As the mystery begins to reveal itself, we realize that every seven years, a force seems to take over residents and animals of the town, causing them to do things they would never do: attack, go crazy, etc. After the “Hell week” is over, the residents return to their regularly-scheduled lives, often unaware that anything ever happened in the first place. The residents who realize often move away. The six heroes of the story do some heavy researching to learn that they are all—somehow—distantly related, and distantly related to what seems to be an old demon that took over a person in the 1700s. There are moments in the book when the demon (or whatever it is, as we must wait until the end of the third book to see how things wrap up) appears, and these moments are frightening and perfect for my love of horror. In one scene, the demon manifests as a giant worm-like terror that only the chosen six can see. In another instance, the power goes out, leaving a woman alone at the gym—in a darkened room that seems to be moving around her. The character development slows down the creepy plot at times, but it creates three-dimensional characters that I feel I could appreciate for three books straight.

If you like being scared, with some romance thrown in for good measure, then this is the book for you. Stay tuned, as I plan on reading and reviewing the next two books in the series.

After unexpected events in the last couple of chapters, Remy finds some peace this week in Chapter 16. Don’t be put off, though – watch for next week’s chapter when a revelation is revealed that puts things a bit more into perspective for her.

This week’s chapter, as well as next week’s, comes from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her books of short stories available on Smashwords for only $1.99 and $0.99.https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.There you can read the first story in each book for free. However, the stories are all different, so the sample stories aren’t a true representation of the other stories. Her books of poetry are available there, as well.

 

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Chapter 16

Somehow Remy survived the following week at work, surprised by mundane, non-events. Sam, other than filling her in on the phone calls he’d tried to trace, acted like nothing had happened between them. Even Jeremy seemed to be on his best behavior. Mostly, he was non-existent. They passed each other once on the street, but he looked quickly away. Remy wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment, hatred or ambivalence. Perhaps a bit of all three.

Irene was her usual snarky self. Remy didn’t know Irene well, but wondered about her private life, which seemed almost too private. She knew she was divorced, but thought she had mentioned a casual boyfriend. They had worked together for almost six months; one would think she’d have shared more of herself within that period. Irene had been hired shortly after Remy, but acted like she had seniority. Remy tried to not let her actions bother her. If Irene wanted to run the office, that was fine with her. A few days one way or the other didn’t give one employee seniority over the other, Remy reasoned. Dr. Kendrick had never actually elaborated on who had seniority, and Remy just assumed responsibilities would be shared. Mostly they were, but sometimes Irene rode her high horse.

Remy, usually a good judge of character, liked Irene at first, but the past month or so she had detected slight changes in her. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just sparks of something that flashed through her eyes and not-so-nice words spewed for seemingly no reason. Was it jealousy? She seemed jealous of her “relationship” with Dr. Kendrick, although Irene never let on she had feelings for him. Remy was positive she had mentioned a boyfriend who lived a couple of hours away. Perhaps she was just lonely, if she didn’t see him much.

Remy thought back to the phone calls and how Sam was all business the next work day after the episode with Jeremy.

He had called her into his office. “I called my friend at the phone company,” he said, “about the phone calls that came in here. The hang-ups. They came from a phone booth at the Lakeside Mall.”

“Lakeside Mall?” The mall was a ten-minute drive from the office.

“My friend’s name is Jim Lawson. Give him a call. See if he can trace yours. Even though he’s my friend, he works by the book and won’t check your calls unless he has your permission.”

Remy had waited for him to say something further, but he just stared at her. Is he regretting what had happened? Remy felt her face flush.

“Let me know if you receive any more calls here. The next step will be to contact the police.” Dr. Kendrick continued to stare at her.

Remy felt like crawling under the carpet, and would have tried, if there had been one. She had quickly excused herself, confused by his impersonal attitude.

The office was busier than usual that week, for which Remy was grateful. A room full of patients didn’t give Sam time to linger about the reception area, if he had been so inclined, nor did it give Remy the opportunity to question his motives and her feelings. At the end of the day, Remy’d grab her purse and would be gone. If Irene felt she had seniority, fine. Let her close up. Let her handle the last-minute details that needed to be done. Remy waited for Irene to say something about her abrupt departures, but she never mentioned them. Remy wondered whether she liked having those extra minutes with Dr. Kendrick after all the patients were gone. Likely they had time then to gossip. Perhaps they even gossiped about her.

Okay. Enough, Remy. You’re being childish, would run through her head when she thought of the moments the two of them likely shared after she’d gone. Remy, still confused, didn’t know how she felt about Jeremy or Sam. If she loved one of them, truly loved one of them, wouldn’t she know? Why did she feel so conflicted?

Remy spent a couple of evenings with Alison and Sarah, but other than that, she spent her time quietly, wading through a couple of novels she had promised herself to read.

It was almost as if the angels had descended from heaven and spread calming dust over the characters in her world. For a change, her life bored her, although she wouldn’t wish the past events to come to the surface again.

She knew they would, though. She figured her days had entered the “calm before the storm” phase and it was only a matter of time before circumstances – and people – heated up again.

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