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Sunday, December 4, 2011

TAILS OF LOVE by Lori Foster and Friends

TAILS OF LOVE, A Charity Anthology featuring stories from Lori Foster, Stella Cameron, Sue-Ellen Welfonder, Kate Angell, Sarah McCarty, Donna MacMeans, Dianne Castell, Patricia Sargeant, Ann Christopher and Marcia James.

From Seeing Eye dogs to the cat who cuddles in your lap, animals are there for us in more ways than we can count. Helping us get through the day with a wag of the tail and a tilt of the head, they let us know that someone is on our side—no matter what. They also have an amazing ability to break down barriers between people; bringing families and loved ones closer, and giving strangers an excuse to strike up a conversation. In Tails of Love, each writer draws from her own unique perspective on our loyal friends—exploring the many mysterious ways they bring love into our lives.

Ten stories that celebrate our animal friends, by bestselling and award-winning authors. All Author and Agent proceeds from sales of the book will benefit the AAF - Animal Adoption Foundation - a no-kill animal shelter in Hamilton, Ohio.

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Excerpt From Lori Foster's MAN'S BEST FRIEND

Her heart lurched as she stared at the small creature with large, glistening eyes. Shaking from cold and unease, she immediately went to her knees on the gravel and pulled a small flashlight from her bag. Shining it at the critter, she found herself face to face with a sodden puppy of indiscriminate breed.

“Oh, baby.” Erin held out a hand. “There, there, it’s okay. I’m sorry if I hurt you,” she whispered. “I didn’t see you hunkered down there.”

The ball of wet, matted brown fur watched her from worried dark eyes. Whimpering, hopeful but afraid, it inched a little closer.

Very slowly, Erin got off her knees and went into a crouch. “It’s all right, baby. You look as cold and miserable as I feel. Come here, now. We’ll get warmed up together.”

The dog’s fur was filled with mud and possibly unspeakable things, like ticks and fleas. But what the hell, she wasn’t in much better shape herself now that the rain had soaked through to her skin and she’d fallen on the gravel lot. She pulled the little bundle up close and cradled it in her arms.
The puppy couldn’t weigh more than three pounds and had the distinct look of neglect about it. In the three years she’d been working with the park, Erin had seen and rescued plenty of wild animals. But never before had she encountered a pup.

Not being a dummy, she wondered if someone had left the animal there, and if the creep was still around.

The little dog shivered in her arms and laid back its ears in a beseeching way. Holding it close to her chest, Erin unlocked her car and slid inside, then closed and locked the door. Relieved for that much security, she decided to take the dog to her apartment and see what she could do about making it comfortable.

She put the key in the ignition, turned, and...
Nothing.

“Crap.” Her battery had died? Truly nervous now, she dug out her cell phone. “It’s okay, sweetie. We’ll be fine, I promise.”

But when she opened her phone and the light came on, she said, “Crap times two.” The battery was all but dead. For only a second, Erin flopped her head back against the seat and groaned. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She had to hurry and call someone, or she’d be stranded here alone for the night.

The dog licked her chin in encouragement, and after a pat meant to reassure, she tried calling her brother.

No answer. Jerk.

He was probably out having a great time somewhere. Not that he could have known she’d need him, but still...

Though it was summer, the freezing rain and cooler night temps sent shivers racing over her. Who to call?

One look out the window and she knew she couldn’t bother her folks. Not only would they have been in bed for hours, but she didn’t particularly want either of them to be out driving in this horrible storm.

As to friends... well, she didn’t have any super good friends who wouldn’t mind venturing out late on a rainy night to save her socially dysfunctional butt.

That left her with only one choice: Gary Rutledge.

Never mind that Gary was probably asleep, or with a woman, or that she’d been avoiding him for a few months now. Erin thought of the last time he’d called, how frustrated he’d been that she claimed to be too busy to see him.

They both knew it was a lie. Only she knew why she lied.

But damn it, what she wanted and what he wanted were worlds apart. His life was already too full to add a serious romantic relationship, and she cared too much about him for anything less. She had enough problems in her life without fostering a deliberate heartache.

But even if he wanted what she wanted, he had big plans ahead and she didn’t want to get in the way of those. And, when she was totally honest, his newfound popularity and social standing intimidated the hell out of her.

Lightning crashed across the sky, followed by a deep belch of car-jarring thunder. The pup yelped pitifully. Erin jumped. “Wow,” she said as she stroked the animal to calm it. It whined and tried to burrow under her arm. “Yeah, yeah,” she told the dog. “I know. It’s time to suck it up and make the call. I’ll do it right now.”

She’d ask Gary for help, but keep things cool and detached. Somehow.

Cooing to the dog, she dialed his number.

On the third ring, Gary gave a low, sleepy “Hello?”

Well hell. She’d sort of hoped against hope that he wouldn’t be in bed already, but it was obvious that she’d awakened him.

Erin cleared her throat and without meaning to, asked, “You alone, Rutledge?” If he was with another woman, she’d damn well crawl home in the storm before admitting she needed his help.

“Erin?” New awareness chased away the slumber in his tone. Voice now firm and demanding, he said, “What’s wrong?”

Her phone gave a series of near-silent beeps, indicating an impending disconnect from dead battery. Jostling the pup to keep it still in her lap, panicked at the idea that her phone would die any second, she rushed into speech. “I need you, Gary. I’m at the park, in the north lot, and everyone else is gone. Bring some towels. Maybe a blanket and –”

The phone blinked off.

Erin stared at it in horror, then let out a long breath.

Had she said enough?

Had he heard her location?

If so, surely he’d play white knight. Surely he’d understand the seriousness of what she asked.

Surely he’d come alone, and not force her to ride back with whoever his current bed-warmer might be.

Rain lashed her window and lightning again lit the area, stretching ominous shadows and amplifying just how alone she was. If Gary didn’t show up, she supposed she would have to start walking. That’d take at least an hour just to get to the main thoroughfares, and the park roads were dark and narrow and... well, scary. But she’d do it if she had to.

Hugging the dog, Erin wondered how she always got herself into these fixes.

She needed to get a handle on her work schedule.

She needed a new car.

Hell, she needed a new life.

Cracking the window to hear any sounds that might be unfamiliar to the surrounding woods, Erin waited. The pup whined in confusion and discomfort. She felt like joining in.

After ten minutes that felt like an hour, headlights shot into the parking lot and a sleek, sporty car crept in. Hope mingled with nervousness, but she’d just have to trust that it was Gary. If not, she might have a bigger problem than she wanted to contemplate.

Silhouetted by his own headlights, the driver got out. Moving toward her in the darkness, he looked big and powerful. His car idled in the silent lot.

Erin swallowed.
He wore a long windbreaker with the loose hood pulled up, hiding his features so it wasn’t until he’d strode right up to her car and his gorgeous face was there against the window, frowning in concern, that she knew it was Gary.

Her knees turned to Jello.

He looked relieved to see her, but also a little pissed. Brown eyes narrowed, rain dripping off his nose, he said, “Open up, Erin, and start explaining.”



Seeing Erin, sodden but safe and sound, helped a little, but Gary’s heart still thumped in residual fear. Getting a “save me” late night phone call from her was not his idea of fun.

He’d called her right back, but she hadn’t answered, and he’d thought the worst.

Now, knowing she was okay, he felt like yanking her petite ass out of the car and shaking her. She’d taken him from a sound sleep to a panic in a nanosecond. For too long now she’d been dodging him, making him nuts, and then to hear her on the phone, so late at night, with not much more than an “I need you” demand... Well, she’d better have a good explanation.

He waited, getting more soaked by the second while she appeared to gather some things in the seat beside her. Without a word she put up her window, opened her door and stepped out to shove a squirming, frightened pup into his arms.

Brows lifted, Gary asked, “What’s this?”

“A dog.”

He was in no mood for her unique brand of sarcasm. “I can see that, smart ass.” Gary automatically opened his windbreaker and held the dog to his warm chest. Muddy paws and a muddier belly scuttled in close, no doubt ruining his shirt. Poor little thing. “Where’d it come from?”

Erin kept her head down and closed her car door. “I found it when I got off work.”

“Which was when?”

“Should’ve been hours ago, but...” She shrugged. “Since I lock up the place, I stayed longer to get some stuff done.”

She still wasn’t looking at him, and Gary didn’t like that. “Why didn’t you answer me when I called back?”

“Dead phone. I guess I forgot to charge it.” Then, defensively, she said, “I’m lucky I got through to you before it went entirely kaput, or I’d have been walking home.”

When lightning splintered the black sky, following by several cracks of thunder, Gary took her arm and steered her toward his car. “Not real smart, Erin. You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Her short dark hair was plastered to her head, and rain water dripped over her face. As they walked back to his idling car, she hoisted a bag over her shoulder. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but –”

“Forget about it.”

She started to say more when she saw the Audi and froze. “No, you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Gary hauled her the rest of the way to the car and opened the passenger door for her.

She didn’t want to get in. “You drove your new Audi.”

Now she hated his car, too? “So?”

She put her hands to her head and stood there in the pouring rain. “So it’s a fifty thousand dollar car and I’m wetter and muddier than the dog.”

He smiled. “I can see that.”

Finally she looked at him - but it was with wide-eyed horror. “I can’t ride in there!” She pointed at the front seat of his Audi TT interior. “I’ll ruin your leather seats.”

Icy rain made its way down the back of his neck. “The leather’s treated. It’ll be fine. Now get in.”

“But... I’m muddy.”

Impatience had him nudging her along. “The car can be cleaned.” As she gingerly seated herself, Gary stared down at the top of her head and, feeling provoked, said, “You can help me with that on your next day off. Okay?”

Her gaze clashed with his, but only for an instant. “Uh, sure.”

So much enthusiasm. He shook his head and put the pup in her lap. “The towels are there in the seat if you want to wrap him up.”

“Him?”

Gary helped her to get settled. “He’s definitely a boy dog. You didn’t notice?”

She made an incredulous sound. “I was a little preoccupied imagining some whack-job who might have left the puppy there as a way to booby-trap me in the dark and deserted woods.”

Smiling, Gary reached in and pushed wet bangs out of her face. She looked... adorable. Like a cute drowned rat. “Not too farfetched, really.”

When she gave him a doe-caught-in-the-headlights look, he shut the door and ran around to the driver’s side. Once inside, he stripped off the soaked jacket and stuffed it behind his seat. “You have to be more careful, you know.”

“I know.” She kept looking around the car with awe.

“It’s just a car, Erin.”

“A car that costs more than some houses.”

“Hardly.” He smoothed his hands over the wheel. “It was an indulgent buy. Don’t make me regret it, okay?”

Carefully removing her soaked sneakers and putting them on a towel on the floor, she asked,

“How could I make you regret it?”

“I’ll explain later.” She looked cold so he adjusted the heater. “How’s the pooch?”

“Sleepy, I think.” As dry as Erin could get him, the pup curled up, propped his little furry chin on her thigh, and dozed off.

Gary propped his hands loosely on the steering wheel and watched her care for the dog. He liked the profile of her slender nose, her stubborn chin, the way her short dark hair curled when wet. He liked her gentleness as she comforted the dog. Hell, he more than liked everything about her, and had for some time now.


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Monday, April 4, 2011

SERENDIPITY - Anthology For Charity

Jason Daniel Kowalczyk Presents SERENDIPITY

"Jason Daniel Kowalczyk brings in his friends to help put together a little something for everyone."

The idea for "Serendipity" came to Jason Daniel Kowalczyk as he felt a need to give back, to make a lasting impression, and to do some good. He wanted to pick a charity and release a book where all royalties could benefit that charity. On top of that idea had come the thought where other authors may want to contribute. Jason then decided to take it all one step further...He wanted to bring unknown authors together for a charity.

Jason decided on the Ronald McDonald House charities and then started posting things on Facebook to try and find others to submit to the project. As the deadline came closer and closer, submissions came pouring in from writers that Jason felt were just as good, if not better than those who were being paid to write.

After many conversations with William Pierson, it was decided that each volume of "Serendipity" would go to a different charity. Even if a copy of Volume One were to be sold twenty years from now, the money would still go to the same charity.

Jason Daniel Kowalczyk would like to thank all the artists that joined with him for this project. He looks forward to working with these authors for all of the future volumes of "Serendipity."

These authors donated their time, writing, and craft to The Ronald McDonald House: Ashlyn Taylor Metcalf: The Last Hope, Empty, Dream - Rickey Russell: His and Mine, CRACKED Porcelain, The wooden Rocker - Pam Zirch: Whisper - Jeanne Wysocki: Untitled, Baby - Danielle Russell: These Shoes were Made for..., and photography - Liss Tetreault: Seduction of Eve, My Son, Return to New England - William P. Pierson: Web of Shadows, The Journal of Kangg the Battlemage:The Beginning, 11:59, Light in the Undergroud - Jason Daniel Kowalczyk: Surviving Life, Little Boy Blue and the Man In the Moon, Anymore, Broken Glass and Cigarettes, Demon-hearted, Who?, In The Cellar - Angela Rae Costa Smith: Untitled Poem - Liliana West: Love and Lace.

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Excerpts from Serendipity Authors and photographers for charity

Excerpt from IN THE CELLAR

I don’t remember when the first sightings of them were reported, I am not a journalist in any way, shape, or form. I am just an arachnophobic of grand proportion. They are called Rat Spiders. They are rather large, the torso is as big as a pit bull dog or larger, and although they have been said to be rare, they had been popping up more and more as time passed. They are brown and without the apparent capability of spinning a web. Where the web apparatus would be, there is a long rat-like tale protruding from the spider’s body. The damn things supposedly use those tales to stun larger prey, it is said that they use that tale like a whip. I had enough of a problem with tiny spiders; I had hoped that I would never have met such creatures when I would see shows on History Channel like “Monster Quest.”

I could not imagine why they would need those tales, the few that have been killed and studied have proven that their poison is the most potent toxin on earth, however there are properties to that venom that are, as of yet, still not understood. I found out the hard way what those unusual properties of the toxin were for. You will see as I get further into this tale.

The first of their kind were spotted in wooded areas, the first sightings were treated like the Bigfoot phenomena, and those who saw those huge brown spiders were laughed at constantly. That is, of course, until this new species began to migrate into the cities and other more populated areas. It is kind of hard to miss a spider so large, it is not like these spiders could go unnoticed as they sat in the highest corner of your living room, like a small Daddy-long-legs. If one of these were sitting up in the corner, it would take up half the wall.

These creatures were still not believed in by the mainstream until one of the larger creatures decided to crawl down a building in Times Square, and that building just happened to be the NBC broadcasting building, and as the Today Show was being broadcast, the spider came crawling across the window behind the Matt Lauer. The crowd that always gathered to watch the show and hope to be on television ran and screamed. I thought it was rather funny at first, the anchorman still reading the news to people in television land while chaos erupted outside. The crowd began to break up before the creature was in camera view, but once it did, I was no longer laughing. I knew the creature was hundreds of miles away, but I was a frightened as I would have been if it were at my front door. Some tried to play it off as some sort of a publicity stunt, but the filming of a police officer shooting it to death, and the fact that the body was recovered, it was a bit difficult to deny at that point.

Independent scholars and scientists wanted to study the creature, but the military confiscated the body before it had been moved from the sidewalk. Soldiers came off of several trucks and surrounded the body of the spider, not caring that there were cameras rolling. A small child, whom the gossip magazines said had looked between the legs of the soldiers, was quoted as saying, “The spider turned into a lady.”

Of course then came all of the conspiracy theorists that told tales of how the spiders were genetic experiments that escaped from the military labs. I don’t know anything about that, or if the quote from the little girl was true or not.

Suddenly, the entire world saw these creatures as real. I wonder why. The situation may not have been such big news if the Army had not shown up.

I am sure you are wondering who the hell is writing to you, I am just an average man who lives in Florida, a man that happens to be scared to death of spiders in general. I did not need to have the unveiling of a new species to have me in hysterics. No matter how big or small, they all scare me. My name is Laurent Magi, I am actually a tournament fisherman by profession, and at least I was for the better part of a decade. I would travel to all the big B.A.S.S. tournaments and fish for the gold. That is “Bass Angler’s Sportsmen Society.”

I am just an average man, some would call me a redneck, but I can’t say that it really bothers me at all. Some find it odd that I am so outdoorsy when I am so afraid of spiders, but I am and there is no real explanation for that. I stand around 6 foot 3 inches tall; I have long blond hair that goes just past my shoulders, green eyes, and pale skin. I am a bit too skinny, but I don’t mind it, some think I don’t eat, but I could eat anyone out of house and home. Most people don’t realize that I can eat enough to be kicked out of a buffet, and I have on many occasions.

Well, I guess I will get back to the task at hand; I am obviously here to write about spiders, so how about I get back to that, what do you say?

My irrational fear of spiders began when I was maybe six or seven. My mom and dad had given me a mask, fins, and snorkel for my birthday which was shortly after our swimming pool had finally been finished. I had the fins on my child feet, the mask was on my face, and I put the correct end of the snorkel into my mouth and slid into the water. We were a family that loved the beach as much as we loved breathing air. I wanted to practice using my snorkeling gear so that once I was finally able to go to the beach; I wanted to seem like an expert.

It had only been seconds before I felt it. I shot out of the pool and threw the snorkel away from me, but that did not help me in the least. My mouth was closed, but three of that spider’s legs were sticking out of my mouth, while the rest of it went mad on my tongue. It was a wolf spider, which was plain to see when I spit the damned thing out. It had to be three inches from tip of its leg to the tip of the other, but at that age it seemed like the size of the house. I am sure that I screamed like a little girl as I ran from it. My mother came out to the pool area thinking that I was nearly killed by something, but if you asked me, I was.

From that day forward, no matter how small, there was the fear that one of those things would touch me. Screw the damned things biting me; I did not want them to touch me.

***

Excerpt from WEB OF SHADOWS by William P. Pierson


The nighttime world brings forth many things that are unknown and unseen by normal people. There are wonders and horrors that lurk in the night ready to pounce upon the unsuspecting person that comes along. This night I find myself tracking one such horror. The creature that I am tracking is responsible for many atrocities that have been chalked up to the actions of someone with a severe mental illness. The truth of the matter is far worse. The creature is an immortal, a vampire. This particular vampire has a unique brand of cruelty that definitely drew my attention. This one must be stopped before it does more harm to the world. The creature represents a threat to the supernatural community as well as humanity as a whole. Due to its nature, the best person to hunt it down would be another monster. That monster is me. I am Valentino Giovanni, a vampire.

I do not know much about the one who I am tracking. The only two things that I know for certain are that the vampire is male and has incredible strength. I believe that, although he has great physical strength, he is also young compared to other vampires. I estimate that he is between 50 and 100 years old at the most. I know that the one that I am hunting is responsible for the atrocities that I have found. Everyone leaves behind something that can be used for identification. While the things that I found would never hold up in a court of law as far as convicting a person of a crime, these things have allowed me to track my quarry from California to the middle of Missouri.

The trail of this vampire has led me to the middle of the state of Missouri. This area of the country is dotted with sparse forests, plains and farms. The two largest cities in the area are Kirksville and Moberly, which would be more appropriately called towns than cities, which have populations of about 15,000 and 13,000 people respectively. There are many smaller towns that surround the two cities. This is a rural area that could be difficult to find the one that I seek, since I would not be able to receive much help from the locals. These are those quiet rural towns that do not have much going on. The problem that I will have is that the people of these towns usually keep to themselves and do not like strangers coming around asking questions. On the bright side, the people of these small towns do not like strangers coming in and tearing up the place either. The vampire that I am tracking will also not find much help from the populace either.

Though tracking him in the wilderness would be difficult, He would be more difficult to find within a major city. It puzzles me that he seems to be moving away from densely populated areas. Even the city of Columbia, further south, would be more to his advantage than the rural area that he is in now. Leading me to major metropolis areas, such as Kansas City or St. Louis, would only help him in the long run. He would find more places to hide within the large cities. Of course as vampires both of us need to feed as well. I have already stopped at a blood bank and have my provisions stored in my truck. I doubt that he has the influence to be able to get blood the way I am able to. Feeding in the rural areas would be a tough thing for him. It would also be harder to hide. There is also the fact that the wilderness can hold other dangers, including supernatural dangers.

I follow the trail into a wilderness area that is along the road. This is a sparse forest with mostly oaks and hickories. The trees and shrubs are almost devoid of leaves this close to winter. Most of the other plants have wilted which creates a layer of dry vegetation along the forest floor. There are some evergreens in the area, which brings some color to the landscape. The majority of the forest looks dead, as most of the forests in this part of the country do at this time of year. It is also the time of the new moon, which means there is no natural light source and the darkness of the forest is thicker than the forest itself. It is a good thing that I can see in the darkness as if it was the middle of the day, and I have the power to blend into the shadows becoming virtually invisible. The darkness of the forest suits me just fine.

***

Love and Lace

Liliana West

Love and lace come winding down,

deep within sweetest of dreams.

Feverish longing stirring in twin pools of ice.

Fantasy no more, temptation burst through façade’s flimsy seams.

Heavy-laden words softly whispered under the stars.

One ending, one beginning, time flows into furtive streams.

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