Jake is about to embark on a perilous adventure through an alien wilderness filled with hidden wonders and hazards.
While backpacking with his father, Jake Rogers discovers a mysterious portal and accidentally plunges headfirst into an alien world. Stranded on this bizarre planet, he must evade predators, adapt to the strange elements, and navigate the ever-changing landscape to return home. However, as Jake stumbles upon technologically advanced alien ruins, a chilling question arises: Are the aliens still alive?
Even on this terrifying journey, God reminds Jake of the profound verse: “Do not fear, for I am with you.”
This
is an engaging Christian science fiction novel for young readers. The
science fiction part of the novel is fun. There are many scary
animals and threatening situations. Jake, not an avid outdoor person,
must learn to find sufficient food and shelter and figure out how to
defend himself. He does learn how to hunt an animal, skin and cook
it.
While
the adventure aspect of the novel is good, its real strength comes
from Jake maturing in his relationship with God and commitment to a
friend. In that sense this is a coming of age novel. Jake is very
vocal in his opinions about God, especially when circumstances are
not going his way. Learning to trust God is a hard journey. Jake also
learns what it means to be a loyal friend, one who is even willing to
give his life for another.
The
pace of the novel is consistent with a great deal of action. It also
has some really good illustrations. It may be a good novel for young
readers who are into video games like Minecraft or Halo as there are
references to them. Wilder has also included good discussion
questions so the novel would be a fine choice for a teen reading
group.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
About the Author
Philip Wilder has been writing since the age of seven. He’s authored two nonfiction books, is a ACFW Genesis Contest finalist, and is currently a Realm Makers Aurora Contest double finalist. He’s spent two years as an undercover missionary in the Middle East, gone sky-diving, and traveled to 35 countries. Philip works with the Great Commission Alliance to train and equip believers around the world. He’s passionate about using fiction to inspire believers to live adventurous lives of faith.
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Fear is a dangerous enemy.
At the age of 22, I felt God calling me to become a missionary in the Middle East—not for a week or a month, but a year (that eventually became two). Having never traveled outside the US or moved away from my home city of Denver, I was overwhelmed by fear. I’d be moving to a foreign land where I didn’t know a single person and doing work that wasn’t widely accepted there. I spent many sleepless nights wrestling with God’s gentle prompting.
Fear is inevitable in a Christian’s walk, but its power diminishes as we learn to lean into God and trust Him with the unknown. No matter where a believer is on their faith journey, God always guides us to step outside our comfort zones.
The inspiration for this novel came in 2016 while I was living in the Middle East. While watching The Martian, I realized that even if I were stranded on Mars, millions of miles from humanity, God would still call me to trust Him and not fear. That realization was life-changing: no matter what we face, God assures us nothing is worth fearing if we walk in joyful obedience.
Moving to the Middle East was terrifying and far from easy, but God was always present when I needed Him. In following God to take this step, I realized another beautiful truth: God knows what we need, love, and desire more than we do.
My firm belief is that God has wired each of us to love and enjoy different things because He wants to lead us down a unique path, where He desires to see the deepest parts of our hearts come alive. Walking this path is hard and full of fear. It requires letting go of dreams and trusting God will fulfill the right desires at the right time.
This is the journey Jake faces in Jake Rogers’ Planet. The fears he wrestles with are the same ones I had to navigate to declutter my mind and follow God.
I hope this book will help believers overcome their own fears and follow God. My prayer is that everyone reading this novel will be inspired by Jake’s story to take wild steps of faith to follow God on the wondrous adventure he has in store for them.
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1-I hate it.)
The incredible untold story of four women who spun the web of deception that helped win World War II.
Betty MacDonald was a 28-year-old reporter from Hawaii. Zuzka Lauwers grew up in a tiny Czechoslovakian village and knew five languages by the time she was 21. Jane Smith-Hutton was the wife of a naval attaché living in Tokyo. Marlene Dietrich, the German-American actress and singer, was of course one of the biggest stars of the 20th century. These four women, each fascinating in her own right, together contributed to one of the most covert and successful military campaigns in WWII.
As members of the OSS, their task was to create a secret brand of propaganda produced with the sole aim to break the morale of Axis soldiers. Working in the European theater, across enemy lines in occupied China, and in Washington, D.C., Betty, Zuzka, Jane, and Marlene forged letters and “official” military orders, wrote and produced entire newspapers, scripted radio broadcasts and songs, and even developed rumors for undercover spies and double agents to spread to the enemy. And outside of a small group of spies, no one knew they existed. Until now.
In Propaganda Girls, bestselling author Lisa Rogak brings to vivid life the incredible true story of four unsung heroes, whose spellbinding achievements would change the course of history.
My Review:
I
am generally one who does not read books about WW II. I can take only
so many sinking ships and amazingly heroic army divisions. But this
book is so different, I really liked it. Plus, it was about women
playing a vital but generally unknown part in that war.
I
found each of the four stories engaging with so many personal
anecdotes. A Czech who became an American citizen and joined the
Women's Army Corps. How Marlene got that name, renounced her German
citizenship and played a musical saw. Jane being held in the US
embassy in Tokyo for six and a half months. Betty's missteps being
trained as a secret operative were sometimes humorous.
Rogak
did a great deal of research to provide the personal stories included
in this book. I think it would be of interest to readers who would
like to know more about unusual WW II efforts like writing fake
military commands, spreading rumors through the enemy military,
writing pamphlets and much more. I recommend this very interesting
book.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
About the Author:
LISA ROGAK is the author of numerous books, including And Nothing But the Truthiness: The Rise (and Further Rise) of Stephen Colbert. She is the editor of the New York Times bestseller Barack Obama in His Own Words and author of the New York Times bestseller Angry Optimist: The Life and Times of Jon Stewart. Rogak lives in New Hampshire. Photo credit: Sharona Jacobs
St Martin's Press: 240 pages
I received a complimentary egalley of this book from the publisher. My comments are an independent and honest review.
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When the police rule her dad’s death an accidental overdose, 16-year-old Chloe refuses to believe it and vows to find his killer. Alone against a potentially corrupt, small-town police force, a persistent social worker seeking proof that she has adult supervision, and precariously low funds, Chloe learns that her dad’s life as a cemetery caretaker masked a web of family secrets that quite possibly led to his death—and are now putting her in mortal danger.
Needing freedom to investigate, Chloe pretends that her only surviving relative, a famous war correspondent, has returned from an overseas assignment to be her guardian. But living alone in the caretaker’s house in the middle of the cemetery, mere feet from the crime scene, puts Chloe’s nerves on edge even before she unearths clues about the shadowy side of her small town. Help comes from unlikely and surprising allies: the colorful owner of the local retro diner, the quiet new classmate with his near-perfect memory, and a spirit who visits in her moments of greatest need.
But as Chloe gets closer to the truth, someone else is getting closer to Chloe, watching her every move. And when her aunt turns up on international news reporting from a war zone, Chloe’s cover is blown. Now the race is on to reveal her dad’s killer—but perhaps—Chloe isn’t as alone as she thought.
Praise for Beyond the Cemetery Gate: The Secret Keeper's Daughter:
Recently voted Notable 100 Best Indie Book of 2024 (from Shelf Unbound) and a Semi-Finalist for the CIBA YA Fiction Book Award (Chanticleer International Book Awards)
"A stand-out mystery...offering readers an unforgettable journey." ★★★★★ 5-Stars ~ Readers' Favorite
"This taut, suspenseful mystery goes beyond the cemetery gate and settles, creaking, into our very bones." ~ Silvia Acevedo, author of the award-winning God Awful series
"A gripping mystery that succeeds due to a headstrong protagonist who's unwilling to fail." ~ Kirkus Reviews
"... a must-read and recommended for fans of mysteries looking for a gripping and compelling story." ~ 5-Stars - Reader Views Kids
"A haunting YA mystery. Touching on everything from police ineptitude and community solidarity to the endless frustration of being patronized as a young person, this paranormal thriller confidently combines timely and relatable themes within a page-turning storyline." ~ Self-Publishing Review
"Not all secrets are buried in the grave. Beyond the Cemetery Gate is a nonstop read through a dark, twisting plot and the dangerous world of shadows and sinister people that 16-year-old Chloe must outrun and outsmart." ~ Patricia Skalka, Author of the Dave Cubiak Door County Mysteries
My Review:
This
mystery for young readers starts out with immediate action, the
murder of Chloe's father. The sixteen year old soon faces serious problems as the police do not believe it is murder. Her problems get
worse when her aunt is out of communication and social service
officials demand she be in the care of a relative or go to foster
care.
I
was impressed with Chloe's resourcefulness, even if some of it was
rather sneaky and maybe illegal. Biel provides great secondary
characters to help Chloe. I like her chemistry lab partner, Jarvis,
and his being willing to help her. He was a reserved but intelligent
young man and a great side kick for Chloe. And Molly, the cafe owner.
What a compassionate woman.
The
writing style is good as is the pace of the plot. There are scenes
that go back in time to heighten the mystery. We have hints of a
villain or other mysterious person on the scene too. The only part of
this youth novel I did not like was the vulgar language
some of the characters expressed.
This
is a good youth mystery centering on a very resourceful young woman.
I recommend it.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
Book Details:
Genre: Young Adult Mystery Suspense Published by: Lost Lake Press Publication Date: October 31, 2024 Number of Pages: 342 ISBN: 9780998173641 (ISBN10: 0998173649) Book Links:Amazon | Barnes & Noble | BookShop.org | Goodreads
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Chapter 1
CHLOE
In the space between sleep and wakefulness, a sound seeped into my consciousness. The sense that something wasn’t quite right pulled me fully awake. I listened beyond my own breathing for it to come again.
A wail pierced the silence. An animal in pain? Only it wasn’t. I knew it was human. I slipped from bed to stare out into the cemetery. The tombstones always made for fascinating or eerie shadows, depending on how you felt about graveyards. I never minded, which was a good thing, considering my house was smack dab in the middle of one.
The sound came again, more of a moan this time, followed by a murmur of voices. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but people were definitely in the cemetery. One of them was scared or maybe hurt. Dad wasn’t going to like this. He locked the gate tight every night. The only way in was to scale the tall, spiked iron fence or pick the lock. Either one was going to piss him off.
In the distance, a pinpoint of light moved away from where I perched. It was too small to be a flashlight . . . maybe a cell phone?
I padded down the hall to Dad’s bedroom, calling for him. His door was ajar, and the hall light was enough to show his empty bed, the covers rumpled and thrown back as though he’d gotten up quickly. He must have heard the same thing.
His boots weren’t in their usual spot by the back door, so I knew for sure he’d gone to investigate. I had to help because Dad and I were a team, small and mighty, he said. We always made it through everything together.
In my hurry I forgot to stop the screen door from slamming behind me when I stepped out onto the porch, cringing when the sound echoed through the night.
I waited a moment and then whispered, “Dad,” as loudly as I dared.
No answer.
I angled toward the part of the cemetery where the small light had been, thinking I’d find him corralling some kids from high school pulling a prank. It happened once in a while but usually in a few weeks—closer to Halloween. I knew more than a handful of idiots my age who would think this was funny.
I hadn’t heard the wailing or voices since I left the house. Maybe whoever it was had left? That hopeful thought disappeared as a weird combination of worry and fear crawled up the base of my spine. Just in case it was something more menacing than kids, I hid my approach behind the cemetery’s largest and oldest tombstones. Maxwell, Bell, Ludington . . . I touched their cold granite and the mossy green lichen growing up their sides as I slid between them. I expected to find Dad by now. Where was he?
A terrible thought pushed me into full fear mode. What if the person making that horrible scream was Dad? It hadn’t sounded like him, but … what if he was out here somewhere and hurt? I had to find him!
My breath quickened and a damp sheen of sweat prickled my skin.
I sped up, more concerned with finding him than being seen. The cemetery was big, but I had to be close to where I’d spotted the light. I calmed myself long enough to pivot in a slow circle, my bare feet sliding on the dewy grass. The main gate was open, obviously where the trespassers came in—and hopefully where they’d gone out.
It was quiet and dark.
The cemetery had no lights of its own, and the glow of streetlights reached only to the second row of graves. Here and there, solar decorations shimmered for dead loved ones as cheerfully as possible but didn’t shine far enough to be helpful. The darkness didn’t hinder me. The cemetery had been my playground since preschool, so even in the dark I was able to avoid every tree root, odd stone, or divot that might trip me up.
I decided to be systematic and jogged a grid pattern, snaking through the rows. I stopped short and gasped at the next turn. A body was slumped against the base of my favorite statue, a white marble angel holding a sword and shield.
“Dad!”
He didn’t move. In two quick strides, I was at his side. “Dad!”
I gave his shoulder a gentle shake, and his head tipped sideways.
“Oh my god! Wake up!”
I needed a better look and found the light on my phone. What I saw scared me even more. Dad’s face was pale, his eyes unfocused. I needed help—fast!
Dialing 911 seemed impossibly slow for three simple numbers.
“911. What’s your emergency?”
“It’s – it’s my dad. He won’t wake up.”
“What’s your location?”
“I’m in the city cemetery. My dad is the caretaker here.”
“What’s your name?”
“C-Chloe Cowyn.”
“Okay, Chloe, can you check whether your dad’s breathing?”
I bent low and placed my face close to Dad’s mouth. “I don’t think so. Please hurry!”
This didn’t make sense. Had someone hit him? I didn’t see any blood. I swept my eyes over his legs and arms—stopping abruptly at what I saw.
“Nooooo.”
At first, I thought the wailing had returned, until I realized that I was the one making the sound eerily like what woke me.
“Chloe, are you okay? I have help on the way. Stay on the line with me until they arrive.”
“No. No. No.” My cell phone dropped from my hand as I backed away.
Tears blurred my view until I could no longer see the needle stuck in my dad’s arm.
***
Excerpt from BEYOND THE CEMETERY GATE: The Secret Keeper's Daughter by Valerie Biel. Copyright 2024 by Valerie Biel. Reproduced with permission from Valerie Biel. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Valerie Biel writes books for middle grade to adult audiences--stories inspired by her travels and her insatiable curiosity. Her award-winning, young adult fantasy series, Circle of Nine, was inspired by the myth and magic of Ireland's ancient stone circles. She's also the author of Haven, a contemporary middle grade novel, and Beyond the Cemetery Gate, a YA mystery suspense story. She helps other authors with their book promotion and marketing and frequently teaches writing workshops to students of all ages. When Valerie's away from the computer, you might find her wrangling her overgrown garden, traveling the world, and reading everything she can get her hands on. Once upon a time, she graduated from the University of Wisconsin with degrees in journalism and political science. She lives with her husband on a (tiny) portion of her family's century-old farm in rural Wisconsin, but regularly dreams of finding a cozy cottage on the Irish coast where she can write and write.
I received a complimentary egalley of this book through Partners in Crime Book Tours. My comments are an independent and honest review. The rest of the copy of this post was provided by Partners in Crime Book Tours.
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1-I hate it.)
From award-winning author and creative writing professor at Tulane University comes an intimate and powerful memoir exploring inherited trauma, family secrets, and the enduring bonds of love between mothers and daughters. On her second birthday in 1967, Bernice McFadden died in a car crash near Detroit, only to be resuscitated after her mother pulled her from the flaming wreckage. Firstborn Girls traces her remarkable life from that moment up to the publication of her first novel, Sugar.
Growing up in 1980s Brooklyn, Bernice finds solace in books, summer trips to Barbados, and boarding school to escape her alcoholic father. Discovering the works of Alice Walker and Toni Morrison, she finally sees herself and her loved ones reflected in their stories of “messy, beautiful, joyful Black people.”
Interwoven with Bernice's personal journey is her family's history, beginning with her four-times enslaved great-grandmother Louisa Vicey Wilson in 1822 Hancock County, Georgia. Her descendants survived Reconstruction and Jim Crow, joined the Great Migration, and mourned Dr. King’s assassination during the Civil Rights Movement. These women's wisdom, secrets, and fierce love are passed down like Louisa's handmade quilt.
A memoir of many threads, Firstborn Girls is an extraordinarily moving portrait of a life shaped by family, history, and the drive to be something more.
My Review:
This
is a compelling memoir. It is hard for me to grasp all the trauma
McFadden experienced in childhood and later. Family violence was one
aspect of it. I was amazed she was able to overcome so much to become
a published author and professor.
The
way the narrative is organized was a little confusing to me. There
was some jumping around in time and in the people she was writing
about. I would have preferred a more chronological and focused
account. I did appreciate the area history McFadden would insert from time
to time. Some of her writing was quite lyrical.
McFadden's
memoir is a story of family, trauma, and perseverance. It clearly
shows the difficulties some families have, going down generations. It
is worth reading.
Grief-stricken over her mother’ s death and bruised by her failure on her most recent case, Special Agent Emmeline Helliwell with the National Park Service returns to her Utah hometown to heal and regroup. She’ s determined to turn in her badge and take over her mother’ s bakery for a much quieter life . . . until the body of a childhood friend turns up in The Narrows of Zion National Park.
The case is too personal for Emme to turn down, but the seemingly simple investigation turns treacherous as clues that connect to her previous case grow too glaring to ignore. When bodies start to pile up, Emme must track down the killer before they take more lives, venturing deep into Zion National Park to uncover the sordid secrets hiding beneath its stunning beauty.
My Review:
Two
aspects of this novel came to the forefront for me. First was the
setting. I have not been to Zion so I really appreciated the good
descriptive passages. I could almost feel my own feet being wet as
the characters hiked The Narrows. The descriptions of the walls and
other parts of the park, all of it was very good.
The
other aspect was the lead character, Emme. She is a complex person
with a great deal going on. She is under much emotional pressure,
some stemming from a previous deadly event involving her job. Much of
the novel centers around Emme and her inner struggles. I had a hard
time liking her, especially when it came to how she treated her
sister. I was glad to see there was finally character growth on her
part.
One
aspect of the novel I did not get excited about was the end times
militant religious cult. I think that particular villain plot point
has been way overworked in the last many years. I did like how the
FBI agent and Emme worked well together.
This
is an entertaining murder mystery set in a wonderful location and
centering on the heroine's inner struggles.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
About the Author:
Nicole Maggi is the author of A Murder in Zion,What They Don’t Know, and the Twin Willows Trilogy, as well as the nonfiction book Hidden Wonders and the ITW Thriller Award-nominated novel The Forgetting. Nicole holds a BFA from Emerson College and currently resides in Los Angeles, California, where she spends her free time planning her next national park adventure and volunteering with her daughter’s Girl Scout troop.
Oceanview Publishing, 336 pages.
I received a complimentary egalley of this book from the publisher. My comments are an independent and honest review.
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Billy Tarwater thought he had left the troubled past behind, until a series of ominous incidents threaten to destroy everything he and his wife hold dear.
Someone is out to get them, and he is determined to uncover the truth before it’s too late. But as he delves deeper into the mystery, he realizes that the dark forces at play may be connected to the events of seventeen years ago.
And to the Atlanta Child Murders.
Join him on a heart-pounding journey of suspense and intrigue as he navigates the dangerous waters of his past and fights to protect the ones he loves.
In a race against an unknown enemy, Billy must confront his darkest fears. Will he be able to uncover the truth before it’s too late, or will he and his wife become victims of the sinister forces at play?
Praise for You Will Know Me by My Deeds:
"Mike Cobb’s You Will Know Me by My Deeds is a taut, propulsive tale set against the harrowing backdrop of the 1980’s Atlanta Child Murders. Entertainingly addictive and menacing." ~ Robert Gwaltney, award-winning author of The Cicada Tree and Georgia Author of the Year
"Mike Cobb's Atlanta-based historical fiction easily holds its place on the bookshelf next to Caleb Carr’s Alienist novels." ~ Joey Madia, author of Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of M and the Stanton Chronicles historical fiction series
"Mike Cobb’s enthralling and meticulously-researched mystery, You Will Know Me by My Deeds, sets a lofty standard for contemporary thrillers. Set in the heart of the ‘new’ south, Cobb’s vividly-wrought tale propels his readers through the tumult of an era and illuminates race relations at a difficult moment in Atlanta’s modern history. Grab this book for a satisfying and uplifting read." ~ Steve Klein, Civil Rights Activist
"I couldn’t put this book down and had to finish it in one sitting! Once again Mike Cobb has crafted a plausible story with strong characters, a sense of place, and rich historical detail regarding a tragic chapter of my beloved Atlanta’s history – the missing and murdered children from 1979 to 1981." ~ Lisa Land Cooper, Author and Historian
"Mike Cobb’s prose is powerful, and his plot is dark, complex and full of surprises. You will find a rich, earthy view of old Atlanta complete with all its beauty, weaknesses and the diverse attitudes of the Old South." ~ Jeff Shaw, author of Who I Am; The Man Behind the Badge and Lieutenant Trufant
"A bracing historical thriller that further enriches this top-notch series." ~ Kirkus Reviews
"This is an excellent book with an engaging mystery and an intriguing conclusion. It’s clear that research is paramount to Mike Cobb’s writing. I could really identify with how he wove true crimes into this fictional one. I look forward to reading more from him." ~ Ed Begley Jr., Award-winning actor, producer, environmental activist, and author of To the Temple of Tranquility…and Step On It!: A Memoir
You Will Know Me by My Deeds Trailer:
My Review:
This
is a sequel and much of what happens here is a result of action from
the previous novel. Billy is a capable hero, trying to balance his
work as a reporter while protecting his wife. He is willing to
jeopardize his future in journalism to solve a mystery. The plot
moves along well as information is discovered bit by bit. There is
some jumping around time wise, going back on occasion to fill in some necessary information. Billy's life is in danger as are other lives, such as
his wife and an informant. There is some suspense because of that. Cobb
has woven his fiction around actual historical events, adding a
Postscript giving factual details.
This
is a good historical mystery woven around a case that remains
unsolved. It can only be fully appreciated if the previous novel is
read first, I think.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
Book Details:
Genre: Historical Crime Fiction Published by: Waterside Production Publication Date: January 2025 Number of Pages: 444 ISBN: 978-1962984720 Series: Sequel to The Devil You Knew Book Links:Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads
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Chapter One
Cynthia Tarwater
Monday, December 14th, 1981
Two blurred headlights, ragged halos in the rearview, broke the Stygian pitch.
Cynthia gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles blanched.
The rain cascaded down the windshield in gelid sheets. The wiper blades thwacked the edge of the Suburban’s cowl like a metronome.
For the past twenty-four hours, Atlanta had been beset by a heavy downfall and scant visibility.
She struggled to make out the road ahead.
For the first five minutes of the drive, Billy Jr. and Addie had jabbered away in the back seat like sugar-high Energizer Bunnies. Then they sank into oblivion. Just like that, she thought. Nothing like a weekend sleepover at Grandma Alice’s to wear the kids out.
She stopped at the intersection of Flat Shoals and Glenwood. The barbershop to her left was long gone, a victim of white flight, its plate glass windows boarded up with fly-posted plywood. She could almost hear the snip snip of Mr. Batson’s clippers beckoning from yore. The snap of Sam Jepperson’s shoeshine cloth beseeching a generous tip. The redolence of Bay Rum and Kiwi polish. Not that she ever got her hair cut—or her shoes shined—there. But her father Cecil dragged her along on more than one occasion with the promise that they’d go next door for a vanilla shake if only she’d sit like a “good girl” and watch him get trimmed. She had often wondered whether he did things like that just to piss her off. His way of controlling. Or did he really want her company?
The car that had been following her since she pulled out of Billy’s mother’s driveway lingered half a block behind. When the light changed, she turned left onto Glenwood. She looked in the mirror. The car turned left and kept its distance. Probably nothing.
At the Gresham Avenue intersection, she glanced over at what had been Harry’s Army Surplus. Now, like the barbershop, just another padlocked casualty.
A long-suppressed memory welled up. Saturday, September 28th, 1963. She was thirteen. So capricious and carefree, like most girls her age. She left the East Atlanta Pharmacy by the front door and headed west toward Moreland Avenue. Just past Harry’s, she looked back and saw a car following her. When she stopped, it stopped. When she went, it went.
That had been her last recollection from before the erasure—what she later came to know by its medical name. Localized psychogenic amnesia. For seventeen years, the next thing she had remembered was waking up at Grady Hospital with an officer standing guard outside her door. The nurse had said You’re not Cynthia now. You’re Patti. With an i. Or something to that effect. She would later learn that the police had contrived the alias to protect her from her abductor.
It wasn’t until October a year ago that everything began coming back to Cynthia in a torrent. What had been an eradication of five weeks of her past, leaving in its wake a deep, dark abyss, had begun to come back in a matter of days. This wouldn’t have happened without Billy’s help. And his dogged determination.
Did she welcome the recovered memory? There were times when she wondered whether knowing was better than incognizance. Closure would feel right. But knowledge alone doesn’t bring closure.
And could closure ever come for the families of the girls who didn’t survive? Why had she made it out alive, and the others hadn’t?
She inched her way down Glenwood past Moreland Avenue. At the Boulevard intersection, she glanced across the street at Fire Station No. 10. A half dozen firemen were huddled under the overhang in front of the station. For a moment, she thought she saw Billy’s brother Chester standing there smoking a cigarette and chatting up the others. But Chester hadn’t lasted a year as a fireman before bugging out for the merchant marines, thinking he could avoid the draft. He ended up on the SS Mayaguez ferrying supplies through combat zones in Vietnam. Came home intact but with a chip on his shoulder.
She turned right.
She drove up Boulevard past Memorial Drive, hugging the eastern edge of Oakland Cemetery before assuming a northwesterly course past the shuttered Fulton Cotton Mill and through the railroad underpass.
She looked back. The car continued to follow her. That’s when she realized that it wasn’t nothing.
Perhaps she should have taken the expressway. But she had chosen not to. Visibility was bad enough on the surface roads.
As she neared the intersection with Ponce de Leon, the light turned yellow. She accelerated and took a hard left, hoping the car would stop on red. It didn’t. When she turned right on Peachtree, then left on Fifth, the driver continued to dog her.
Cynthia eased into The Belmont courtyard. The other car stopped briefly at the turn-in then crept down Fifth. She craned her neck, trying to get a good look at it. At the driver. But she could see little through the relentless downpour and the fogged windshield.
She parked the Suburban at The Belmont entrance. She waited for the rain to abate enough for her to get the kids inside without a drenching. Then she hurried them into the lobby under her flimsy throwaway umbrella made for one.
She closed the umbrella and hooked it on her wrist. She held Billy Jr. and Addie’s hands tight, lest they slip on the marble floor.
They crossed the threshold into the elevator cab, leaving a trail of dripping water behind. She punched 4.
When the doors opened, Billy was standing in the fourth-floor vestibule. He was in his light beige mackintosh and floppy yellow rain hat.
“Clairvoyant, are we?” Cynthia said.
“I saw you out the window and was on my way down to help. But you beat me to it.” He placed his hand on her upper arm. “Cynthia, you’re trembling.”
“It’s just the biting cold. I’m fine. I need to get these rug rats out of their wet clothes and into their PJs. And then sit for a while. You can park the car if you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind. That’s the least I can do.”
She held out the umbrella. “Want this?”
“No thanks.” He knelt in front of Billy Jr. and Addie. “How’s Grandma?”
“Feisty as ever,” Cynthia answered. “She sure knows how to cut a look. But the kids adore her, and that’s what matters most. And compared to my mother…let’s just say you’re the lucky one and leave it at that.”
When Billy returned, Cynthia was already curled up in her favorite overstuffed chair with a glass of Merlot. Her socks and Clarks slip-ons lay pell-mell on the floor about her. The open umbrella stood atilt in the corner of the room.
“That was quick,” he said.
She took a sip. Notes of black cherry, of vanilla and sandalwood, teased her throat. “I’m sure the kids are deep into sugar-plum dreams by now. Grab a pour and join me. There’s something you need to know.”
Billy, glass in hand, plopped into the chair beside her. “What is it?”
“I need to tell you about a flashback I had. And about a car.”
He listened as Cynthia told him about the car that had followed her from his mother’s house. “Could you tell what kind it was?” he asked.
“I couldn’t tell a thing, Billy.” She ran her finger along the chair’s piping, tracing in her mind the path she had taken. “All I know is it looked big. Maybe a sedan.”
“I don’t think you should be out late at night by yourself, Cynthia. It seems like every day more shit happens. Carjackings. Murders.”
“At least Wayne Williams is locked up.” She searched her thoughts. “Those poor children. And their grieving families.”
Billy’s hesitation baffled her. He just sat there for a minute without saying a word. He finally spoke. “Tell me about the flashback.”
“The whole thing with the kidnapping came rushing back tonight. It hit me hard, just as I passed the old army surplus. I guess it was my being right there where my thirteen-year-old self had been lured away.” She held her glass in the air. “More, please.”
He refilled it and topped his off. He set the bottle on the side table, leaned over, and took her hand. “I’m so sorry, Cynthia.”
“It wasn’t what I expected. I thought I had finally put it all behind me, with Kilgallon…excuse me, the Reverend Kilgallon…dead and Sam Jepperson exonerated and freed. But now I’m not so certain. Maybe it’ll haunt me forever.”
“I hope not. I just wish there was something I could do to make things better.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Life goes on, doesn’t it? And I don’t believe I have a choice in the matter.”
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Excerpt from You Will Know Me by My Deeds by Mike Cobb. Copyright 2025 by Mike Cobb. Reproduced with permission from Mike Cobb. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Mike’s body of literary work includes both fiction and nonfiction, short-form and long-form, as well as articles and blogs. He is the author of three published novels, Dead Beckoning,The Devil You Knew, and its sequel You Will Know Me by My Deeds. His fourth novel, Muzzle the Black Dog, a novella, is scheduled for release in May 2025. He is also working on Kathleen, a fictionalized account of a cold case murder from 1970.
While he is comfortable playing across a broad range of topics, much of his focus is on true crime, crime fiction, and historical fiction. Rigorous research is foundational to his writing. He gets that honestly, having spent much of his professional career as a scientist.
A native of Atlanta, Mike splits his time between Midtown Atlanta and Blue Ridge, Georgia.
I received a complimentary egalley of this book through Partners in Crime Book Tours. My comments are an independent and honest review. The rest of the copy of this post was provided by Partners in Crime Book Tours.
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A powerful guide to self-reliance, for anyone ready to unlock their inner genius and start living their most exceptional life.
In a world riddled with conflict and doubt, trusting yourself can feel harder than ever – and self-trust is the foundation of happiness, self-confidence, and success.
If you have ever talked yourself out of anything, let others convince you that something is impossible, or doubted your feelings or instincts – then this book is for you.
Through her signature style of smart spitfire inspiration and candid personal stories, bestselling author, former Harvard lawyer, and leading-edge coach Tama Kieves teaches readers how to create their exceptional lives. Turn roadblocks into breakthroughs by learning how to trust your strength more than your doubt until it becomes the best habit of your lifetime.
My Review:
Kieves
takes us on a messy journey, sharing many of her own experiences. She
feels personal stories have a much larger impact than lecturing so
this is a personal account. She suggests considering this book as a
coaching session revealing obstacles to trusting self and then steps
to overcome them. Kieves is heavily influenced by A Course in Miracles
and relates some of that philosophy here. She also draws from a wide
range of faith traditions and practices.
I
appreciate the insights Kieves reveals in this book. She identifies
obstacles, such as one's inner critic, and provides practices to move
beyond the obstacle to listening and then trusting the inner self.
The structure of the book is such that each chapter can be read on
its own so the topics can be chosen as needed. There is also a good deal of
additional resources that can be downloaded upon reaching the book's
end.
This
is a good book for readers ready to start the ongoing journey of
cultivating a trust relationship with your inner self.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
About the Author:
TAMA KIEVES, an honors graduate of Harvard Law School, left her practice to write and help others create their most extraordinary lives. She is the bestselling author of four books. Featured in USA TODAY, ABC News, Oprah Radio and more, she is a sought-after speaker and visionary career/success coach, who has helped thousands worldwide discover and thrive in their life and work. She teaches regularly at premier holistic venues and has presented at TEDx. Photo credit: Jason Johnson
St. Martin's Essentials, 320 pages.
I received a complimentary egalley of this book from the publisher. My comments are an independent and honest review.
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Book: Sabotage at Cedar Creek (The Little Red Truck Mysteries Book Two)
Author: Janice Thompson
Genre: Mystery/Christian Fiction
Release date: February, 2025
Who Would Sabotage the New B&B?
Breathe in the nostalgia of everything old red truck in book two of a new cozy mystery series.
It’s summertime in Mabank, Texas, and the Hadley family’s new antique business is open and running well with Tilly, the red antique truck, as its mascot. Raelynn Hadley enjoys driving Grandpa’s truck around as she seeks out antiques for her family’s store.
Raelynn is excited that her best friend, Tasha, will soon open a new vacation rental to accommodate the area’s growing tourism, but an unexpected act of sabotage threatens to spoil all that Tasha has worked for.
Raelynn immediately gets to work sleuthing out who could be behind the crime. Could it be the bitter neighbor, intent on spoiling Tasha’s plans? Perhaps it’s a nearby resort owner, worried about the potential loss of revenue. Maybe it’s the former owner’s daughter who was left out of the will and believes the home should be hers. Or maybe it’s the squatter who had taken up residence in the home before renovations. Raelynn is determined to solve the mystery for her friend in time for opening day.
This
is a fun southern cozy mystery. There are no murders, just the
mystery of who is trying to ruin a new vacation rental being
developed by Raelynn's best friend. Most of the novel is southern
life, people getting together to celebrate community activities or
family gatherings. There is much general talk between family and
friends. There are hints of romance included both for young people
and older ones young at heart. There is a strong family dynamic
including good meals with a few recipes provided. There is a
prominent Christian atmosphere throughout the novel.
This
is a good novel of family and faith, with a fun southern setting.
My
rating: 4/5 stars.
You can read my review of the first book in this series, Tracking Lilly.
About the Author
Janice Thompson hails from south Texas. She is a Christian author and mother of four grown daughters. Janice has written over forty books.
More from Janice
Travel with me to East Texas to celebrate the 4th of July. Let’s meet at Cedar Creek Lake, a vast expanse of water tucked in and around some of the sweetest little Texas towns you’ve ever seen: Gun Barrel City, Mabank, Payne Springs, Eustace, and Seven Points, just to name a few.
Along the edge of the lake you’ll find 320 miles of idyllic shoreline, dotted with homes, campsites, and cabins for rent. And right there, on the prettiest patch of land imaginable, you’ll discover a newly renovated vacation home, recently purchased by a local gal named Tasha. Her quaint fixer-upper is just about ready for its first guests and she’s giddy with excitement.
Also thrilled is Tasha’s BFF, RaeLyn Hadley! RaeLyn has grown up near the lake and loves this place. She can hardly wait to see her bestie’s dream come true.
Of course, not everyone in the Cedar Creek area is happy to see Tasha’s new vacation rental open for business. Behind the scenes, evil lurks. Nefarious plans are already in motion, though RaeLyn and Tasha can’t yet see them.
Days before the house is listed, the beautiful home is vandalized! Clearly, someone wants to stop Tasha in her tracks. But, who would sabotage the inn. . .and why? RaeLyn won’t quit until she’s got answers, but she needs your help.
What role will you play in this tale? Visit the inn. Get to know the gals. Help them figure out the whodunit. Spend time in town with the locals, celebrating the 4th of July. I promise, you’ll have a blast. There are quilt shows, cupcake walks, and more Texas BBQ than you can eat in one visit.
Your belly will never be empty as you set out to help RaeLyn and Tasha solve this crime. Just don’t let all of those handsome Texas fellas distract you from the task at hand. They have a tendency to do that.
Hang on for the ride, folks, because an East Texas tale is one that’s always filled with twists and turns! So, what are you waiting for? Jump into that little red truck and let’s hit the road, headed to Cedar Creek Lake!
I received a complimentary egalley of this book through Celebrate Lit. My comments are an independent and honest review. The rest of the copy of this post was provided by Celebrate Lit.
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