EYE OF THE STORM
by Tom Glaviano
When a hurricane rages on the coast, wreaking havoc on the lives of the people who live there, the most dangerous threat in the winds and crashing waves may not come from nature. Clayton Ackerman has made a life chasing the hurricanes, storms and blizzards that at times ravage virtually every part of the nation. While covering a tropical storm that was battering the Gulf Coast, Ackerman has an altercation with a young woman that turns deadly and opens his eyes to the potential he’d overlooked for years. People disappear during natural disasters, with little or no criminal investigation. He develops a plan to mine each storm for the young women he takes, venting the rage on them that has been building in him for years. When he takes Ashley Keen, the roommate of Kristen Martin, his intended target, during a hurricane on the North Carolina coast, he sets off a process that could mean the end for Kristen and her young deputy friend Tate Brooks.
978-1-61386-120-2 Suspense/thriller
WITIHOUT MOM
by David Ravenwood
Ever since his mother died, David Sinclair, a tenth grader, can’t seem to finish anything he starts. After his alcoholic father gripes about all the money he’s blown on Karate lessons, tennis lessons, and several other things for his son that came to nothing, David decides to try out for the Heather Heights High School football team as a placekicker. Their star player, Glenn Samson, believes nothing matters but football. David has always admired Glenn and starts thinking the same way. Although he’s never kicked a football in his life, he sticks with it—lifting an old abandoned telephone pole lying on the ground on the huge lot behind his house over and over to gain strength, and practicing until his foot can boot the ball fifty yards. But being a football hero costs a precious price, threatening to ruin his football career before it even gets started. Can David recover from that cost? And will the lessons learned eventually carry him to a much sweeter victory that takes him beyond football?
978-1-61386-121-9 Young Adult
TERROR REIGNS (paperback)
by Eleanor Cross
Tabitha Black does not believe in the supernatural even though for decades past her ancestors were gifted with clairvoyancy. She does not believe in legends either, because she would rather deal with facts. When her parents give her and her five best friends the graduation gift of a lifetime, her beliefs begins to change. On the way home from her boyfriend’s party on the eve of departure for her family’s tropical private island, she has her first glimpse of terrifying events that are about to unfold when she has her first vision. She should have heeded the warning. Upon arrival on the island, she and her friends meet a sole inhabitant of the island, Anthony Baker, who isn’t as fortunate to have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. While camping on the island, Anthony tells a legend that the locals around the connecting islands tell their children about zombies who have roamed the islands in search for human flesh. No one believes the story however until a few of Tabitha’s friends disappear without a trace. Driven to find her friends, and desperate to find answers, Tabitha is in a race against time. What she wasn’t prepared to discover is who is behind this heinous crime, what started it all, and how deep the lies and deception run and from whom.
ISBN 978-1-61386-057-1 Paranormal, Thriller
RAIN SONG
A beautiful volume of New Age Poetry
by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
Like the sound of a steady rain on your roof, like the fresh smell of a new washed world, Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poems will lull you into dreaminess and awaken your soul.
ALSO AVAILABLE IN RTF AND HTML FORMATS
ISBN978-1-61386-066-3 Poetry, New Age
Sample Poems
GRAFFITI ON THE SIDEWALK
Memories of rain
stay with me long
after the graffiti has
dried on the fence
and faces of sidewalks.
My thoughts are
rekindled by a word
while I am inside the
coffee shop with my
scone gazing out at
the fence, and the
block comes alive
with skateboards and
bicyclists. Every now
and then one of them
stops with chalk or a
paintbrush. More art
and lingo are added.
A kid who is halfway
to being a hippy posts
himself outside the
coffee shop to begin
a mural, and no one
chases him away.
Like an artist he makes
the first strokes in red
while he sits there
patiently on his stool.
THE NIMBLE HAND
Words in invisible ink
appear when the paper
is held to the fire, but
the handwriting is so
tiny I wonder if the
sender likes me. I hold
a magnifying glass up
to the letter, exposing
the wavy lines, the
loops of calligraphy.
Analysis finds such
crooked lines and
inside every
indecipherable word
are secret thoughts.
I imagine it must
have been written in
haste with the late
shine of a red sun
streaming in.
Long, tapered fingers
must’ve held the pen
and, on the wall, the
shadow of a nimble
hand.
by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
Like the sound of a steady rain on your roof, like the fresh smell of a new washed world, Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poems will lull you into dreaminess and awaken your soul.
ALSO AVAILABLE IN RTF AND HTML FORMATS
ISBN978-1-61386-066-3 Poetry, New Age
Sample Poems
GRAFFITI ON THE SIDEWALK
Memories of rain
stay with me long
after the graffiti has
dried on the fence
and faces of sidewalks.
My thoughts are
rekindled by a word
while I am inside the
coffee shop with my
scone gazing out at
the fence, and the
block comes alive
with skateboards and
bicyclists. Every now
and then one of them
stops with chalk or a
paintbrush. More art
and lingo are added.
A kid who is halfway
to being a hippy posts
himself outside the
coffee shop to begin
a mural, and no one
chases him away.
Like an artist he makes
the first strokes in red
while he sits there
patiently on his stool.
THE NIMBLE HAND
Words in invisible ink
appear when the paper
is held to the fire, but
the handwriting is so
tiny I wonder if the
sender likes me. I hold
a magnifying glass up
to the letter, exposing
the wavy lines, the
loops of calligraphy.
Analysis finds such
crooked lines and
inside every
indecipherable word
are secret thoughts.
I imagine it must
have been written in
haste with the late
shine of a red sun
streaming in.
Long, tapered fingers
must’ve held the pen
and, on the wall, the
shadow of a nimble
hand.
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