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Calling Crow (Book One of the Southeast Series, Paul Clayton {$2.99}

1555. Calling Crow is haunted by his recurring dream of the Destroyer who will one day lay waste to his village. Then Spanish colonial slavers from the island of Hispaniola arrive on the shores of the Southeast, lands that have been home to the Muskogee people for generations. Calling Crow and another brave are taken and bound into slavery. Life in the gold pits and slave camps is humiliating and brutal, but Calling Crow refuses to let them break his spirit. Aided by a kindly priest, Calling Crow vows to learn the language and ways of an overwhelmingly powerful enemy in order to eventually save his own people. But first he must regain his own freedom.

What readers are saying:

“Paul Clayton’s CALLING CROW is a fine read reminiscent of Michener’s CARIBBEAN in that it is a fascinating historic novel based on the unfortunate meeting of East and West in 16th century North America.”

“Genre fiction that rises well above the pack. Compelling and thought provoking.”

“Paul Clayton provides us with faces and names of these victimized humans (Native Americans) in his novel. The story of Calling Crow and the grueling tortures of his people takes place in the 1500′s. It was a time when Spain was preparing for settlement in the southeast portion of what would someday be the United States.”

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {13 reviews}.

THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: When Horses Had Wings, Diana Estill {$2.99}

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Description of When Horses Had Wings:

Pregnant at 16, Renee Goodchild drops out of school and marries. Now she’s trapped in rural Texas with Kenny, her violent, garbage-collecting husband. A bleak future seems assured until she meets self-appointed relationship guru, Pearly.

“That’s why you don’t let ‘em rule the roost. ’Cause you can’t count on ‘em to be there the next mornin’ when it’s time to crow,” the worldly Pearly advises.

Renee narrates this tale of ruin and redemption where the damaged and downtrodden lead each other to unintended, sometimes heartbreaking, and often bittersweet outcomes. When Horses Had Wings examines the lives of broken people competing for the most basic needs: the primal urge for affection and the eternal search for acceptance.



5 Stars

Renee is 16 years old when she becomes pregnant, drops out of school, and marries Kenny, her oafish boyfriend who is two years her senior. Predictably, this is not a “happily-ever-after” union. Kenny degenerates from a disagreeable lout into an abusive brute. Renee finally gets up the gumption to take their son and leave Kenny. But there the predictability ends. Unanticipated and surprising events transpire after Renee walks out on Kenny. Yet, what unfolds next still feels genuine and believable, making this story very compelling.

The characters are not one-dimensional stereotypes, but are painted as complex human beings. Renee, who is initially rather aimless, does develop ambitions to have a better life for herself and her son, and gets a job and goes to college. But she never undergoes a Superwoman metamorphosis. She struggles, makes mistakes, has lapses in judgment – she has her flaws (as well as bad luck), but you still totally root for her. Kenny cannot be written off as completely vile and good for nothing, as his love for his son is so strong. There are no clear victors in their battles, and plenty of disappointment and heartache to go around.

Given the circumstances, the book has a satisfying ending. There is also an epilogue, which briefly summarizes what happened to all of the characters in years hence. I appreciated that post script, but I loved this author’s writing style so much that I would have been very happy had the book continued into the future and drawn out all of these events to their conclusion. I simply didn’t want the book to end.

While “When Horses Had Wings” is certainly a poignant tale, it is not a depressing, oppressive book. This is largely due in part, I think, to the wonderful prose found in the story. Ms. Estill is a true wordsmith and not only did I enjoy the actual story itself, it was a separate pleasure just to read the words. The story is narrated by Renee, and her self-deprecating nature ensured that even a good bit of humor found its way into the book. I look forward to reading more of Ms. Estill’s work.


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An excerpt from When Horses Had Wings:



I’d like to offer some kind of deliberate purpose for this ruinous decision, the one that cheated me of childhood and stripped away the last of my self-confidence. But if there was one, I’ve yet to identify it. Whether by design or choice, my memory isn’t what it used to be. Some things are better forgotten anyhow.

You might think I’d have relished the details of that fateful day well enough to recall them forever. To be honest, my initial offense has, over time, become far less memorable than its penalty.

All I can tell you is that it happened in a stand of live oaks, somewhere off of a deserted county road in North Texas, one sweltering afternoon in August of 1971. There, in the blistering backseat of a Plymouth Fury, I succumbed to a young boy’s attempt to set my body and both our futures ablaze. Like a prairie grassfire, my reasoning followed no particular path. I simply yielded to his pent-up needs and our secluded setting—took advantage of a rural opportunity, if you will. This single stroke of bad luck, or poor judgment, depending on how you choose to look at it, led Kenny Ray Murphy and me straight to the front door of the Second Baptist Church in White Rock, where Daddy was a deacon.

We didn’t exactly live in White Rock proper, the largest town in Limestone County, population 5,090. But how else can I describe that physical location, a flat, treeless twenty acres simply called “unincorporated land?” The parcel that Momma and Daddy owned looked like a child-sized sliver cut from a whole buttermilk pie. For the most part, our neighbors, the Caldwells, with their five-hundred-acre spread, owned the rest of that pastry. Every summer when whirlwinds transformed honey-colored strands into millions of miniature pompoms, the Caldwells graciously, and no doubt jokingly, baled Daddy’s six acres of oats.

Anyone who saw our barbed-wire-enclosed, three-acre black-eyed pea patch would have known that Daddy was only a weekend farmer, not a serious sodbuster; heck, he didn’t even own a horse, much less a tractor. So he improvised by using me and my younger brother Ricky as livestock. It looked something like this: Imagine a horse-drawn plow, the kind used before the Industrial Age, and then substitute two kids where you’d expect to find a work beast. We walked abreast, pushing against a leather strap that crossed our ribs, pulling a giant spade behind us, and praying that nobody we knew or might ever see again would recognize us. Daddy proclaimed the contraption ingenious. We called it humiliating.

The harness was nothing more than a series of interconnected men’s belts. This makeshift device didn’t hurt my midriff half as much as it distorted my thinking. Often when hitched to that plow, to distract myself from the drudgery, I pretended to be a unicorn. I’d envision soaring off to a place where there were no crop dusters swooping low over human life forms, threatening immediate asphyxiation and the deformation of future progeny. Several times a year, we heard the ominous plane engine sounds and rushed to close the house windows. The few times we didn’t move fast enough left the family gasping from pesticide sprays that seeped through the window screens and invaded our lungs. The noxious mist stole our breaths, interrupting normal respiration and thoughts of anything beyond survival for several minutes.

I’ll be the first to admit that Daddy wasn’t fully dedicated to agriculture, but he appeared resolute about his religion and doing what was right—which was why he took Ricky and me out of the big city schools and moved us to a place so remote that even Marijuana couldn’t find us.

Or so he thought.

At least twice, sometimes three times, a week, Daddy drove the eight miles to White Rock so we could witness Brother Sontag’s preaching. However, I seldom listened to the minister because he was always shouting about planning to meet Jesus when I was more interested in learning how to approach boys that I could see and touch.

But on the day Brother Sontag asked, “Do you, Renee Anne Goodchild, take this man, Kenneth Raymond Murphy, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the reverend had my strict attention. For about a millisecond, I thought I might actually have had a choice, but then I remembered my daddy was standing there with us.

At that instant, I must have been contemplating the outcome of my next response, because I recall holding my breath so tightly and my chest so high that you’d have thought someone had just yelled “AT-TE-EN-TION!” By the time I finally said, “I do,” it came out sounding more like a sigh of exhaustion than an oath of commitment. But I was simply relieved to have said it without splitting a seam.

Momma had made my gown, which was no secret to all ten of my guests, from a Simplicity pattern that she remembered I’d liked. She’d run out of white thread near the end, so she’d made do with beige on one sleeve. She said no one would notice, or recall that she’d used the same pattern to sew my band recital dress the previous year. The fact that Momma was even less of a seamstress than she was a cook never seemed to stop her from trying at either. On her second attempt to master a basic shift, albeit satin, her sewing skills hadn’t improved much, unless you consider the facing, which she’d taken care to tack. This time.

Though I’m sure that dress fit me poorly, other than my memory, there’s no proof of it today. Our wedding photos, shot on Grandma’s Polaroid, failed to develop, so I can truthfully say that our ceremony didn’t contain any Kodak moments. Grandma said the film might have been underexposed—unlike me. I was three months pregnant.

It wasn’t the best of times for a marriage. I’m sure Momma and Daddy would have done more for us, given us some money or something, if Daddy hadn’t lost his job five months earlier during the 1971 recession. Daddy had worked in electronics for the better part of his life, but new technology, something he called “solid state,” had suddenly surpassed his understanding. Kind of like his daughter.

Daddy was the type of guy my schoolmates would have called a “nerd,” a man who read Engineering Today, listened to Hank Snow records, and voted for Nixon—both times. His hairline, which receded all the way back to his crown, and his oval face made his nearly square black-framed glasses an ill-suited choice, sort of like the navy socks he sported with his royal-blue suede athletic shoes. He was the type who could tell you how your radio operated and yet remain dumbfounded when it played the lyrics to Light My Fire. So it came as no surprise that Daddy didn’t wonder how Kenny and I were going to make it after we married.

“Me’un your momma seen plenty o’ lean times,” he said. “You’ll be okay, long as you cling to the Lord.” His own momma had conceived him during the Great Depression, so Daddy might have thought I was merely carrying on a family tradition.

He didn’t know that by the time I’d turned seventeen, I’d already been accepted into the PWT club. At least, that was what I heard others whisper when I cashed in the cola bottles Kenny had found at his job to buy groceries.

“Poor white trash,” women whispered when I passed.

“Look at her belly.”

“Already hatching out another one! You know, that’s how they do.”

“Ignorant little Jezebel.”

They could stare and think whatever they wanted. I didn’t care because I was planning to eat a sumptuous steak, possibly my first taste of meat in a week. Mmm. I imagined the smell of pork fat simmering in red-eye gravy. Yesiree, I could cook those thick pork slices, ones better grocers wouldn’t carry, until they resembled the finest beef cutlets Bonanza Steakhouse ever served. My garage-sale skillet could scald as well as any. I’d dust those strips with flour, salt, and pepper, and then I’d brown the heavily marbled meat in bacon grease that I kept stored in an old mayonnaise jar. We never threw away anything that could be reused.

I reckon bacon grease was about the only thing we had that was plentiful, unless you count the stray dogs sniffing out back for scraps. Pork, our primary source of protein, was cheap, cheaper than cold cuts or yellow-fatted chickens. So every morning, about five-thirty, I’d fry up six pieces of slab bacon, the leanest I could find, for Kenny’s lunch. Two bacon and mayonnaise sandwiches, one to eat, one to exchange with his fellow sanitation workers.

Kenny always said, “You can’t believe what some of them boys’ll trade for a damn B-minus-LT.” That was what he called our version of the traditional sandwich because ours never included any produce. Too expensive. However, lettuce or not, Kenny knew he’d stand a better chance of having some variety in his meals if he could trade up. “Ain’t exactly their favorite,” he’d say of his fellow crewmen, “but a bacon sandwich’s about as close as I intend to get to pigs’ feet.” Sometimes he’d brag that he’d made off with a family-size bag of potato chips or a thermos mug full of hamburger stew, foods he’d have been hard-pressed to find at home.

I couldn’t imagine how Kenny could feel like eating anything, sitting near one of those garbage trucks with trash heaped on their beds and moving parts compressing decayed animal carcasses and unnaturally colored foods, yellow lettuce and blue-green bread, unidentified dark liquids dripping from all sides, flies circling. There could have been a hacked-up human in there somewhere, and I bet no one would have noticed.

The stench from those two-ton rigs leapt onto Kenny’s sludge-colored uniform and followed him all the way home. I could smell him even before he sauntered past the front door, a pungent aroma of rotting fruit mixed with methane gas.

“Where’s dinner?” he’d ask right off.

Cupping one hand over my nose and mouth, stifling a dry heave, I would set a couple of mismatched Melmac plates on top of our gray Formica dining table, the one Kenny had brought home from work one day. He found all sorts of worthwhile items on bulk-trash days. If Kenny had a specialty, this was it: claiming what others didn’t want and putting it to good use.

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Can’t Help Falling In Love: The Sullivans, Book 3, Bella Andre {$4.99}

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Gabe Sullivan risks his life every day as a firefighter in San Francisco. But after learning a brutal lesson about professional boundaries, he knows better than to risk his heart to his fire victims ever again. Especially the brave mother and daughter he saved from a deadly apartment fire…and can’t stop thinking about.

Megan Harris knows she owes the heroic firefighter everything for running into a burning building to save her and her seven-year-old daughter. Everything except her heart. Because after losing her navy pilot husband five years ago, she has vowed to never suffer through loving – and losing – a man with a dangerous job again.

Only, when Gabe and Megan meet again and uncontrollable flames of desire ignite between them, how can he possibly ignore her courage, determination, and beauty? And how can she deny not only his strong bond with her daughter…but the way his sweetly sensual kisses are challenging her to risk everything she’s been guarding for so long?

This winter, if one – or both – of them aren’t careful, they just might end up falling in love.




If you are looking for something SWEET and SEXY then The Sullivans companion series by Bella Andre is absolutely perfect for you. Each novel in the companion series is unique, just like the siblings. However, there is one thing that all of the novels have in common: THEY ARE ALL AMAZING!

I’m obsessed with this series. As soon as a new novel is released, I drop everything else so I can get my Sullivan fix.


Can’t Help Falling in Love, the third and most recent novel in this companion series, is my new favorite. The story is romantic, the chemistry is explosive, and the drama is realistic.

Gabe Sullivan and Megan Harris have undeniable chemistry, but they also have a big problem (or two).

Gabe saved Megan and her daughter from a fire which automatically means that Megan is off limits. That’s not the fire departments rule; that’s Gabe’s rule. He went down that road before, and it didn’t have a happy ending. Gabe doesn’t date women that he saved from fires.

Megan became a widow when her husband, an adrenaline and junkie, died in a plane crash. Since then, Megan only dates “safe” prospects –people with desk jobs. She can’t get involved with a man who risks his life because she doesn’t want someone else ripped out of her and her daughter’s life. That means no more adrenaline junkies. That definitely means no firefighters.

Gabe and Megan both have real, understandable reasons for not wanting to get involved but sometimes you just can’t deny the chemistry!

I gave Can’t Help Falling in Love by Bella Andre 4 STARS. I STRONGLY recommend this novel and this series.


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Can’t Help Falling In Love: The Sullivans, Book 3 currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 5 stars from 26 reviews! Read the reviews here!

An excerpt from From This Moment On: The Sullivans, Book 2:

Gabe Sullivan’s captain, Todd, stepped into the room.

“How’re you feeling, Gabe?”

“Good, Captain.”

He moved to sit up straighter on the bed and Todd shook his head. “You’re fine just like that. I know your skull must hurt like hell.” He nodded back to the doorway. “Are you ready to see Ms. Harris and her daughter, Summer?”

No, he thought, he’d be better off never seeing those eyes again.

He’d thought about Megan and her daughter one too many times for comfort. Not just because he was reviewing the rescue, trying to look for what he could have done differently, to have gotten them out faster and more safely-but because he hadn’t been able to forget her strength, how hard she’d fought to stay conscious, and what a fighter she’d been every single second of the harrowing journey from her burning apartment.”

Still, he understood that fire victims often felt compelled to say thank you to the men who had saved them. Especially in a case like this, where they’d just barely held death at bay.

“Sure.” He began to nod, but a sharp shooting pain stopped him halfway into the movement.

Catching his grimace, Todd said, “I’ll ask Megan and her daughter to come back later.”

Her name fit her, Gabe had found himself thinking one too many times. Megan was pretty and strong all at the same time. It would be better to think of her as Ms. Harris. Although, he had to wonder, was there a husband? And if so, where had he been during the fire and why wasn’t he here with them now?

“No,” he said, “it’ll be better if I see them now.”

She’d say thank you, he’d tell her he was happy to see her and her daughter doing so well, and that would be that. No more being haunted by her eyes, by the surprising strength she’d shown him as she’d crawled on the floor of her apartment and down the stairs.

A couple of minutes later, Todd walked back in with the mother and daughter. Ignoring the pain in his head, Gabe sat up higher and forced a smile on his face.

And then, his eyes locked with Megan’s and his smile froze in place.

My God, he found himself thinking before he could shove the thought away, she’s beautiful.”

The last time he’d seen her face it had been through a thick haze of dark smoke and the knowledge that one wrong move meant their lives were over. Her eyes were just as big and pretty, her limbs looked as lean and strong as they had when he’d been helping to move her along the floor, but now he could see the softness in her, the sweet curves of her breasts and hips in her T-shirt and jeans. He couldn’t stop staring at the startling green of her eyes, the silky dark hair falling across her shoulders, and the way her pretty young daughter was a carbon copy of her, the only difference their hair color, one dark, one light.

She seemed just as stunned as he and for a long moment, the two of them just stared at each other in silence until her daughter ran over to him and threw her arms around him.”

“Thank you for saving me and Mommy.”

The little girl’s arms were just as strong as her mother’s. “You’re welcome, Summer. How old are you?”

“I turn seven on Saturday.””

She beamed at him and right then and there he lost a little piece of his heart to the pretty little girl with the two missing front teeth.

“Happy birthday.” He’d have to remember to have the station send her a gift.

Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Megan was moving closer to him and, yet again, once he looked up at her, he couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away. Without realizing what he was doing, he scanned her left hand for a wedding band and found it bare.

“Mr. Sullivan, I can’t even begin to tell you how much what you did means to me.”

He almost told her to call him Gabe, but he knew his name would sound way too good coming from her full lips. Already his brain was wanting to spin off into a fantasy of what it would sound like to hear her say his name in distinctly different circumstances, with one less child and fire captain in the room…and a hell of a lot less clothes.

As it was, he couldn’t take his eyes off her gorgeous mouth, which was wobbling slightly. She clamped her lips tightly together as she quickly brushed her fingertips over her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a small laugh that held no actual laughter in it. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.”

“She keeps doing that,” Summer told him in a stage whisper as her mother worked to win the battle with her tears.

He whispered back, “It’s perfectly normal.”

“We needed to come say thank you.” Megan’s eyes moved over his bandages before she added, “And to make sure you were okay.”

His voice was much gruffer than usual. “I’m okay.”

“I’m so glad.”

“How are both of you? You inhaled a lot of smoke.”

“She gave him a small smile that did crazy things to his guts. “We’re both fine.” She put her hand to her throat. “The doctor said I’ll only sound like a frog for a few more days.”

She could see the frustration on his face, knew he was about to try and reason with her again, when suddenly, the sound of skidding tires came at them. Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling her into his arms. She didn’t have time to think of fighting him, didn’t even consider it when she realized a fast-moving motorcycle was practically on top of them.

“You’ve got to hear her ribbit,” Summer told him. “She sounds exactly like the frog we have in my class at school. Do it for him, Mommy.”

This time Megan’s soft laugh was closer to a real one. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear me ribbit, Summer.”

“The power of her smile, the way her eyes lit up and a sweet dimple appeared in her left cheek, rocked all the way through him. He could get drunk on her smiles-was already feeling like he’d been knocked off center by just one.”

If Megan were someone he’d met at a coffee shop or bar, if she were one of his siblings’ friends-if she were anyone but someone he’d rescued from a fire-he would have not only been working on ways to get her to stay longer, but also to charm her phone number and a date out of her.

But the only reason she was looking at him with her heart in her eyes was because he’d saved her and her daughter’s lives. He knew better than to let himself fall for her and her pretty little girl.

He didn’t have to force his expression to harden at the memories of what an idiot he’d been in the past when he’d ignored professional boundaries and-stupidly-got involved with a fire victim.

“Of course he wants to hear it,” the little girl said, and then, when he remained silent, turned to him and said, “Don’t you?”

In the end, Gabe couldn’t let the kid down. “Sure,” he finally said in a tone that implied just the opposite. “Why not?”

But Megan read him loud and clear, pulling her daughter away from him and into her arms.

“We didn’t mean to bother you,” she said in a slightly defensive voice.”

At his curt nod, she said, “I appreciate you letting us come to see you today,” then took her daughter’s hand to pull her out the door.

“Do we have to go already?” the little girl protested. “I bet he has some really cool stories about all the scary things he’s done.”

In an instant, he saw in Summer the same desire for excitement and adrenaline, to live every single ounce of life, that he’d always had in himself.

Megan turned back to him, wary now. “I’m sure Mr. Sullivan needs to get some rest, baby.” She forced her lips into a false smile that made his chest feel like a hundred-pound weight had just landed on it. “Say goodbye now, honey.”

Summer frowned, with a mini-press of the lips that perfectly mirrored her mother’s. And then instead of saying the goodbye her mother had insisted on, she said, “Do you think maybe we could come by the fire station some time? You know, so you could show us around?”

Megan didn’t give him a chance to say a word, saying, “Summer,” in a clear warning that had her daughter sighing in resignation.

“Goodbye, Mr. Sullivan.”

He wanted to smile at the sweet little girl, wanted to let her know that the way he was acting didn’t have anything to do with her, and everything to do with knowing better than to let himself fall into something that would only end up hurting all of them in the end.

Instead, all he could say was, “Goodbye, Summer.”


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The Mercenary’s Price (Historical Romance Novella), C.J. Archer {$0.99}

Being a national treasure wouldn’t be such a curse if she only knew she could trust him.

Lady Eliza Harcourt, the queen’s seer, is in danger of being kidnapped. To avoid such a fate, she will be whisked to safety during a royal masked ball. But when the man doing the whisking turns out to be Thomas Blackstone, she’s no longer sure fleeing is a good idea.

Rejected by Eliza seven years earlier, Thomas has changed from the amiable second son of a lowly noble into a cold-hearted mercenary. Not only does she have to put up with the silent treatment, but she cannot be entirely certain he is on her side. The only thing she can be sure of is that he’s still bitter about the rejection. And that she still loves him.

NOTE: The Mercenary’s Price is a 23,000 word novella.

What readers are saying:

“a fun, quick and entertaining read. I would definitely read other works from this author because I enjoyed her writing style. WELL DONE!”

“Great writing and great romance at a very low price. I can’t recommend this book enough.”

The average Amazon reader review is currently 3.5 stars {4 reviews}.

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Vaccine Nation, David Lender {$2.99 or borrow for FREE with Amazon Prime!}

Dani North is a filmmaker who just won at the Tribeca Film Festival for her documentary, The Drugging of Our Children, a film critical of the pharmaceutical industry. When she is handed “whistleblower” evidence about the U.S. vaccination program, she has to keep herself alive long enough to expose it before a megalomaniacal pharmaceutical company CEO can have her killed.

Excerpts from Trojan Horse, The Gravy Train and Bull Street, David Lender’s other thrillers, follow the text of Vaccine Nation.

What readers are saying:

“. . . credible characters, non-stop action, and a satisfying resolution.”

“. . . an action thriller, with the added plus of Lender’s flair for dialog, character development and even some romance.”

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {26 reviews}.

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What Happened in Granite Creek, Robyn Bradley {$3.99}

When Koty Fowler’s husband volunteers her to visit Jamie, a quadruple amputee who lost his limbs in Iraq, neither Koty nor Jamie is happy. Jamie resents being “babysat” every day. Koty resents her lot in life: almost 30, mother of three, and trapped in an unhappy marriage in Granite Creek, a small New Hampshire town. But when Koty and Jamie come together in a sexually-charged situation, everything changes.

While Koty continues to explore her relationship with Jamie, her life at home spirals out of control: her sometimes-abusive husband drinks too much, and her middle daughter is on a destructive path, skipping school and getting into fights, while Koty’s other two girls are left to watch.

What happens next, however, leaves everyone reeling, and the Fowler family must learn how to move forward, even as they struggle to understand what happened in their own backyard.

Told in multiple viewpoints and spanning across nearly two decades, “What Happened in Granite Creek” brings readers on a journey of intrigue and unexpected twists while reminding us that nothing is ever what it seems.

What readers are saying:

“I’m a little bit heartbroken right now, a lot shook. This book is a powerful experience.” 5-star Amazon Review

“The mystery of ‘who done it’ kept me intrigued to the very end where I was so surprised! Wonderfully written.” 5-star Amazon Review

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {12 reviews}.

THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Dogs of War, Bradley Convissar {$0.99}

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After divorcing his wife of two years, Gary Lettner thinks he has found the perfect house for himself and Molly, his eight-year-old daschund.

But when the throats of the dead begin to cry out in a voice that only Molly can hear, and when evidence of past atrocities committed in his new home begin to surface, Gary finds himself an unlikely participant in a brutal quest for vengeance.

Dogs of War is a 25,000 word novella, a tale of love, revenge and sacrifice unlike anything you’ve read before.  Some crimes are too horrible to go unpunished, no matter the cost.



“A really original take on the ghost story. The dogs (esp. Molly) were fantastic characters in their own right, which went well with the theme of the narrator being along for the ride, there to assist sometimes but not truly interfere as the dogs complete their mission” – Stephanie Rabig, Smashwords

“Bradley Convissar’s book Dogs of war is brilliant! The writing is breathtakingly precise and painful. A ghost story way up on the line with my personal favorite Stephen King books: Cujo and the Pet Sematary.” – Natalie Valentina, Goodreads

“Highly recommended for anyone who likes paranormal intrigue. Especially recommended for animal lovers and animal rights proponents. But really anyone who has ever looked into the eyes of a dog and seen a soul residing within will enjoy the message this story delivers.” -Penumbra Publishing


Dogs of War currently has a customer review rating of 4.5 stars from 12 reviews!. Read the reviews here.

An excerpt from Dogs of War:

The police were in my backyard for several hours.

I watched on and off through the back door as a forensics team worked the site, exhuming the remains that rested there.

The lead detective questioned me briefly when he arrived, and I answered as truthfully as I could.  I told him that I moved in only weeks ago.  That my dog had dug up a single bone.  That I went to investigate because I didn’t know what else to do.  That I had called the police because I found multiple skulls and knew that I had to call.

As the police and forensics people began to shut down their little archeology dig, I slipped out of the house and moved next to Detective Monroe, who was supervising.  He stood several feet removed from the site, watching the clean-up procedure.  He was an older man, maybe in his mid-sixties, six feet tall and slender, with slicked-back silver hair and a matching moustache.  His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his coat as he watched the proceedings with a slight frown on his face.

“So,” I said slowly, “what did you find.”

“Dog remains.”


Monroe nodded.

“How many?” I asked.

“They counted six skulls.  Best way to estimate the number of animals buried here.”

“Family pets?” I asked.

“Possibly… no way to prove otherwise.  It’s not a crime to bury dog remains.  But,”  he paused for a moment, licking his lips, before admitting, “ no… no.  I don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry to have dragged you out here to dig up dog skeletons,” I said.  “I just didn’t know what I was seeing.”

“No, no Mr. Lettner, you did the right thing.  There could have been human remains mixed in among the dog remains, or below them, for all you knew.  Wouldn’t have been the first time in my experience someone mixed human bones with animal bones.  No, you took the prudent course of action.”

We stood in silence for several moments as the forensics people finished bagging the bones and cleaned up their equipment.  Detective Monroe seemed pensive, angry even, and I could see the corners of his lips twitch as he tried to keep that simmering anger under tight control.

“So what’s next?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Monroe returned, his shoulders deflating slightly at this pronouncement.  “Unless we find human bones.  Dead dogs don’t merit much police time, especially when the remains appear to be several years old.  Cold cases like this… they’re not at the top of the list priority-wise.”  There was barely disguised disgust in his voice.  The man could reign in his physical anger, but he obviously had a much tougher time keeping his feelings from his tongue.

“Will they do any tests?  To determine how they died?”

He shook his head.  “Probably not.  I think that this case begins and ends here.”

I nodded.  “Can you tell me what you think?” I asked.

He nodded in return after a moment.  “After seeing what I saw, even briefly, I’d say these dogs lived by the sword and died by the sword.  There are what look like bite marks scoring many of the bones.  And a handful of the ribs and long bones were fractured.  Broken.  These dogs… I think they lived violent lives and met very violent ends.”

I could think of nothing else to say, and the Detective wasn’t a chatty one, so we stood there until the last of the forensics people had disappeared back to their vehicles around front.  As Monroe turned to join his team, I called out, “You’ll let me know if anything turns up?”

“Yep,” he said without turning.  “But don’t hold your breath.”


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