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March 4, 2016
Start a new series this spring: The David Chronicles
Spring is almost here, a time of blossom, a time to start something new... So I thought I will give you a flavor of three snippets from each of my books in the series The David Chronicles. They bring with them a bit of the fragrance of this time. Taste them, feel them, let me know if they awaken something new in you:
These plans play themselves out in my mind in the most splendid, grandiose manner. Meanwhile here I am, barefoot. With staff in hand I scramble over a boulder here, a crag there. The rocks are slippery, the earth soggy, the puddles splashy, all of which feels so good, so vivid! Never before did I feel this way... I skate, slip and slide all the way down, heading for the darkest, most obscure area under the fog. The rays of the sun are painting the opposite ridge, there at the top of the valley, with warm yellows, glittering golds. But they reach only halfway down, way short of the bluish mist that is still blanketing the bottom of the valley. Here, under this cover, it is an eerie sight. One cloud of murk after another drift aimlessly in the air. In the thick haze I step among rocks and bodies, barely noting the difference between one immobile shape and another. I am finding my way by touch rather than by vision. All the while I am grateful, so grateful that the vultures are nowhere in sight. In the distance I spot an outline of a dog here, a dog there, sniffing the remains with their tails between their legs. And for the first time in my life I pray for help. I look up the slope searching, hoping for something divine, something that will guide me, show me the path out of this dark passage. I cry out to God, bless me, sustain me, protect me... You are the only shield I have against my foes, the shadow by my right hand.
Excerpt from Rise to Power
One evening I awaken to the sound of birds, chirping. I get up from my bed and walk around on the roof of the palace, where a red-rumped swallow is trying out its skill in a courtship song. It is springtime. The hills around my city roll in and out of green. The trees beacon me from afar, bearing their blossoms.Through the decorative lattice that marks the edge of my roof I see a woman, an achingly beautiful woman bathing on a close-by roof. She has just wrapped herself with something translucent, so her body is hidden from sight—all but a distant impression of her foot.
Excerpt from Peek at Bathsheba
Yes, this was my fault: taking a woman that belonged to another. Soon after came the blunder: bringing her husband, Uriah, back from the front, that he may sleep with her, which would have explained her pregnancy ever so conveniently. And when that did not go as planned, then came another mistake, the worst of all: sending him back to the battlefield, with my sealed letter in hand, arranging for his death. All the while, my boys were learning their own lessons—not from my psalms but from my deeds. One error begets another, each one bringing a new calamity over me, over my family, and over this entire land. Sin followed by execution, followed by revolt, escape, execution, revolt...Had I known back then the results of the results of my mistake, the curse looming over my life ever since that time, would I still choose to do it? Bathsheba tries to raise me to my feet. Her fragrance brings back to me the sunny, warm hues of spring. The fears, the doubts flee away when we are that close. I adore the way she calls my name, the way she sighs. With every sweet word I fall deeper into her eyes. How can love be a mistake? In my passion for her—then as now—what choice do I have? I want to tell her, “Let me close my eyes. Let me remember.”
Excerpt from The Edge of Revolt
★ Start the journey ★
The complete trilogy:The David Chronicles (Boxed Set)
Ebook: Kindle ★ Apple ★ Nook ★ Kobo ★ Smashwords
Volume I: Rise to PowerEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume II: A Peek at BathshebaEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume III: The Edge of RevoltEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
These plans play themselves out in my mind in the most splendid, grandiose manner. Meanwhile here I am, barefoot. With staff in hand I scramble over a boulder here, a crag there. The rocks are slippery, the earth soggy, the puddles splashy, all of which feels so good, so vivid! Never before did I feel this way... I skate, slip and slide all the way down, heading for the darkest, most obscure area under the fog. The rays of the sun are painting the opposite ridge, there at the top of the valley, with warm yellows, glittering golds. But they reach only halfway down, way short of the bluish mist that is still blanketing the bottom of the valley. Here, under this cover, it is an eerie sight. One cloud of murk after another drift aimlessly in the air. In the thick haze I step among rocks and bodies, barely noting the difference between one immobile shape and another. I am finding my way by touch rather than by vision. All the while I am grateful, so grateful that the vultures are nowhere in sight. In the distance I spot an outline of a dog here, a dog there, sniffing the remains with their tails between their legs. And for the first time in my life I pray for help. I look up the slope searching, hoping for something divine, something that will guide me, show me the path out of this dark passage. I cry out to God, bless me, sustain me, protect me... You are the only shield I have against my foes, the shadow by my right hand.
Excerpt from Rise to Power
One evening I awaken to the sound of birds, chirping. I get up from my bed and walk around on the roof of the palace, where a red-rumped swallow is trying out its skill in a courtship song. It is springtime. The hills around my city roll in and out of green. The trees beacon me from afar, bearing their blossoms.Through the decorative lattice that marks the edge of my roof I see a woman, an achingly beautiful woman bathing on a close-by roof. She has just wrapped herself with something translucent, so her body is hidden from sight—all but a distant impression of her foot.
Excerpt from Peek at Bathsheba
Yes, this was my fault: taking a woman that belonged to another. Soon after came the blunder: bringing her husband, Uriah, back from the front, that he may sleep with her, which would have explained her pregnancy ever so conveniently. And when that did not go as planned, then came another mistake, the worst of all: sending him back to the battlefield, with my sealed letter in hand, arranging for his death. All the while, my boys were learning their own lessons—not from my psalms but from my deeds. One error begets another, each one bringing a new calamity over me, over my family, and over this entire land. Sin followed by execution, followed by revolt, escape, execution, revolt...Had I known back then the results of the results of my mistake, the curse looming over my life ever since that time, would I still choose to do it? Bathsheba tries to raise me to my feet. Her fragrance brings back to me the sunny, warm hues of spring. The fears, the doubts flee away when we are that close. I adore the way she calls my name, the way she sighs. With every sweet word I fall deeper into her eyes. How can love be a mistake? In my passion for her—then as now—what choice do I have? I want to tell her, “Let me close my eyes. Let me remember.”
Excerpt from The Edge of Revolt
★ Start the journey ★
The complete trilogy:The David Chronicles (Boxed Set)
Ebook: Kindle ★ Apple ★ Nook ★ Kobo ★ Smashwords
Volume I: Rise to PowerEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume II: A Peek at BathshebaEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume III: The Edge of RevoltEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
First day for a character: At Odds with Destiny, 3rd novel
Inspired by the first day of spring, which is just around the corner, I want to give you a taste of a first day for one of the characters in our boxed set:
Pam woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. She took her time getting ready, returning to her old routine of primping to perfection. She chose a white pique shorts set with a short- sleeved shirt and white leather sandals. The weather was reported to be warm and sunny, a good beach day. She had the rest of the week to get through, and then her children would both be home for the Fourth of July weekend. She wanted to get her mother situated up in the guest apartment so she could have some privacy with the kids. They would have to put some boundaries in place in order for this to work. It would be so much better if her mother were the one to suggest them. She went out to the kitchen to see that her mother had made coffee and also pancakes. Pam, who rarely ate more than a piece of fruit in the morning, decided to just eat and be grateful. She’d start back at the gym that day.“Good morning, Mother! Look at this! I’m going to be as fat as a pig if this keeps up.”
“This is a special day, our first day together! I won’t cook like this once I’m in the apartment.” Was she reading minds now? “Do you have anything that needs doing today?” If Pam scurried, Nelda bustled. How her house got into the state it was in was a mystery to her daughter. Unless loneliness was to blame, Pam wasn’t seeing anything that would have made her mother give up as she had at home in Brooklyn. After breakfast, with a false sense of security, she got her purse and left for the gym and grocery shopping.
Excerpt from Pam of Babylon by Suzanne Jenkins, included in At Odds with Destiny
Four amazing novels in one boxed setOpen it at your own risk:
At Odds with Destiny★ Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★★ Kobo ★ Smashwords ★
"The variety here is phenomenal, from intrigue and mystery, to gut wrenching, to fantasy, one thing is consistent, the quality" -Dennis Waller, Top 500 Reviewer
Pam woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. She took her time getting ready, returning to her old routine of primping to perfection. She chose a white pique shorts set with a short- sleeved shirt and white leather sandals. The weather was reported to be warm and sunny, a good beach day. She had the rest of the week to get through, and then her children would both be home for the Fourth of July weekend. She wanted to get her mother situated up in the guest apartment so she could have some privacy with the kids. They would have to put some boundaries in place in order for this to work. It would be so much better if her mother were the one to suggest them. She went out to the kitchen to see that her mother had made coffee and also pancakes. Pam, who rarely ate more than a piece of fruit in the morning, decided to just eat and be grateful. She’d start back at the gym that day.“Good morning, Mother! Look at this! I’m going to be as fat as a pig if this keeps up.”
“This is a special day, our first day together! I won’t cook like this once I’m in the apartment.” Was she reading minds now? “Do you have anything that needs doing today?” If Pam scurried, Nelda bustled. How her house got into the state it was in was a mystery to her daughter. Unless loneliness was to blame, Pam wasn’t seeing anything that would have made her mother give up as she had at home in Brooklyn. After breakfast, with a false sense of security, she got her purse and left for the gym and grocery shopping.
Excerpt from Pam of Babylon by Suzanne Jenkins, included in At Odds with Destiny
Four amazing novels in one boxed setOpen it at your own risk:
At Odds with Destiny★ Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★★ Kobo ★ Smashwords ★
"The variety here is phenomenal, from intrigue and mystery, to gut wrenching, to fantasy, one thing is consistent, the quality" -Dennis Waller, Top 500 Reviewer
Wonderfully illustrated
Here is a short and sweet review, which I discovered in Amazon UK for Now I Am Paper:
4.0 out of 5 stars Wonderfully illustratedBy Richard Latham on 17 Oct. 2015Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
This is a short book which I wish I had in paperback for children and young people to borrow; so help them enjoy and appreciate the raw materials of a book more.
It is a simple story told in verse about a boy who plays in and makes a friend of a tree.
It is wonderfully illustrated and briefly reminded me of bygone years of reading Rupert the Bear.
4.0 out of 5 stars Wonderfully illustratedBy Richard Latham on 17 Oct. 2015Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
This is a short book which I wish I had in paperback for children and young people to borrow; so help them enjoy and appreciate the raw materials of a book more.It is a simple story told in verse about a boy who plays in and makes a friend of a tree.
It is wonderfully illustrated and briefly reminded me of bygone years of reading Rupert the Bear.
March 3, 2016
Start a new series this spring: Still Life with Memories
Spring is almost here, a time of blossom, a time to start something new... So I thought I will give you a flavor of three snippets from each of my books in the series Still Life with Memories. They bring with them a bit of the fragrance of this time. Taste them, feel them, let me know if they awaken something new in you:
I open the bedroom window, and feel warm spring air coming in, blowing gently into my face, which feels like a promise. Like, it’s gonna be good. It’s gonna be a beautiful day. I rewind the musical mobile, and listen to it chiming, chiming, chiming over my head for a long while. And there I stand listening, not knowing what to do, not wanting to admit to myself how I feel. Anyhow I’m glad you can’t see me sniffling, and blotting the corner of my eye, ‘cause like, there isn’t no one here I can hug, and no one to hug me right back.
Anita in My Own Voice
During our walks that spring, dad would point out the tree: Its fiery red flowers, that looked like fat pinecones at the tips of irregular, twisting branches, and the seeds, which in certain species were used for medicinal purposes by indigenous peoples. The seeds were toxic, he warned, and could cause fatal poisoning. I learned that mature Coral trees should be watered frequently—but not during the summer months. In fact, he said, the less water in summer, the more flowers you can expect the following spring.I cross two lanes of traffic, come closer to one of those Naked Coral Trees, and with great awe, brush my fingers across the trunk. It is a contorted, elephantine thing, with a roughly textured bark, and thick roots clinging fiercely to the earth. This being early October there are no flowers, no leaves, even. The tree seems to take on a humanoid appearance, as if it were the body of a character, or even several characters, mangled beyond recognition. It is a stunning sight, which has fascinated me since childhood. Above me, the bare limbs—some of which have been pruned recently—are branching apart, and looking at them you can imagine a knee here, an elbow there, someone wrestling, someone in embrace. As you walk past them, the trees seem to tell you a story line by line, scene by scene. In one tree I could see a man and a woman, kissing; in another, a father and son.
Ben in The White Piano
Knowing my fascination with the stars, and especially with movie stars and with performers of both classical and popular music, he sent me a constant stream of news and magazine clippings. Among other things there was a tape of a song titled I’ll be Dreaming You. Being bashful at the time, I had no girlfriend at the barracks, nor did I have one left behind—but even so, the lyrics evoked a painful longing as if I had one, as if I recalled the sweetness of her lips:
The magic of your kiss. your eyesAnd now like then, the bells do ringWas it the spell of sunriseOr the scent of spring?The fading tremor of the trainWho knows if we shall meet again
Lenny in The Music of Us
★ Love reading? Get this series ★Still Life with Memories
Volume I & II, woven together: Apart from LoveEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume I: My Own VoiceEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume II: The White PianoEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume III: The Music of Us$0.99 sale Ebook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: ★ Amazon ★ Audible ★ iTunes
“Liberally salted with buttery smooth prose & fascinating insights”
I open the bedroom window, and feel warm spring air coming in, blowing gently into my face, which feels like a promise. Like, it’s gonna be good. It’s gonna be a beautiful day. I rewind the musical mobile, and listen to it chiming, chiming, chiming over my head for a long while. And there I stand listening, not knowing what to do, not wanting to admit to myself how I feel. Anyhow I’m glad you can’t see me sniffling, and blotting the corner of my eye, ‘cause like, there isn’t no one here I can hug, and no one to hug me right back.
Anita in My Own Voice
During our walks that spring, dad would point out the tree: Its fiery red flowers, that looked like fat pinecones at the tips of irregular, twisting branches, and the seeds, which in certain species were used for medicinal purposes by indigenous peoples. The seeds were toxic, he warned, and could cause fatal poisoning. I learned that mature Coral trees should be watered frequently—but not during the summer months. In fact, he said, the less water in summer, the more flowers you can expect the following spring.I cross two lanes of traffic, come closer to one of those Naked Coral Trees, and with great awe, brush my fingers across the trunk. It is a contorted, elephantine thing, with a roughly textured bark, and thick roots clinging fiercely to the earth. This being early October there are no flowers, no leaves, even. The tree seems to take on a humanoid appearance, as if it were the body of a character, or even several characters, mangled beyond recognition. It is a stunning sight, which has fascinated me since childhood. Above me, the bare limbs—some of which have been pruned recently—are branching apart, and looking at them you can imagine a knee here, an elbow there, someone wrestling, someone in embrace. As you walk past them, the trees seem to tell you a story line by line, scene by scene. In one tree I could see a man and a woman, kissing; in another, a father and son.
Ben in The White Piano
Knowing my fascination with the stars, and especially with movie stars and with performers of both classical and popular music, he sent me a constant stream of news and magazine clippings. Among other things there was a tape of a song titled I’ll be Dreaming You. Being bashful at the time, I had no girlfriend at the barracks, nor did I have one left behind—but even so, the lyrics evoked a painful longing as if I had one, as if I recalled the sweetness of her lips:
The magic of your kiss. your eyesAnd now like then, the bells do ringWas it the spell of sunriseOr the scent of spring?The fading tremor of the trainWho knows if we shall meet again
Lenny in The Music of Us
★ Love reading? Get this series ★Still Life with Memories
Volume I & II, woven together: Apart from LoveEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume I: My Own VoiceEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume II: The White PianoEbook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: iTunes ★ Amazon ★ Audible
Volume III: The Music of Us$0.99 sale Ebook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ SmashwordsPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&NobleAudiobook: ★ Amazon ★ Audible ★ iTunes
“Liberally salted with buttery smooth prose & fascinating insights”
#WomensHistoryMonth #ASMSG #BookReview: A Touch of Passion (boxed set)
Thomas Jerome Baker, the author of Author of Great Expectations: Chile’s 99-Year Quest For The South American Soccer Championship, is presenting A TOUCH OF PASSION on his blog. Check it out:
#WomensHistoryMonth #ASMSG #BookReview: A Touch of Passion (boxed set)
#WomensHistoryMonth #ASMSG #BookReview: A Touch of Passion (boxed set)
March 1, 2016
In the spirit of spring: the magnolia trees continued to bloom
Through it all, the magnolia trees continued to bloom, majestic live oaks curtained with Spanish moss waved their limbs, the great Mississippi River continued to flow, and somehow, people got on with their lives and continued to live. Alice lifted her head in the gentle breeze off the river and sniffed the sweet magnolia blossoms with a smile on her face. She’d rear her children in her beloved state with rolling farmland, wooded hills, and the warm, moist breeze scenting the air with magnolias. Small-town Brookhaven, Mississippi, would remain her haven from the world in her husband’s loving arms.Bert Russell bent and kissed Alice Russell as their son reached eagerly for the picnic lunch, and their daughter slept peacefully beneath a massive oak that shaded her from the Mississippi sun. He chuckled as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Whoever would’ve thought that the belle and the officer would become a happy couple? When we first met, your eyes shot sparks, but not the kind that made me happy."
Excerpt from The Belle and the Officer by BJ Robinson, included in A Touch of Passion
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Excerpt from The Belle and the Officer by BJ Robinson, included in A Touch of Passion
Love Romance? Get this amazing collectionKindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo ★ Smashwords
February 29, 2016
A beautiful story grown out of difficult times
Cary Allen Stone is a brilliant writer of psychological thrillers and murder mysteries. He writes with a keen eye for detail-the graphic violence is chillingly realistic. I am thrilled to find his review of my novel, The Music of Us:
5.0 out of 5 stars A beautiful story grown out of difficult times.ByCary Allen Stoneon February 18, 2016Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
“The Music of Us” is a wonderful love story from the first sentence until the very last. It touched my heart. It’s bitter sweet as Natasha, a celebrated pianist, is unfortunately lapsing into dementia. She has always had a premonition that her days would end in this fashion since her beloved Papa suffered the disease. The story returns to the early days when she was 16 and playing a concert for the troops during the beginning of WWII. It tells how she and Lenny meet, him running out onto the stage before her pretending to play the trumpet and then jumping off the stage. It continues through their rocky courtship, through the war, Lenny's deployment and finally their long life together as remembered by Lenny. It is a story of how relationships change, and grow, and are nurtured by two people in love. Sentimental, heartfelt and tearful are only a few of the powerful words that define “The Music of Us.”
5.0 out of 5 stars A beautiful story grown out of difficult times.ByCary Allen Stoneon February 18, 2016Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
“The Music of Us” is a wonderful love story from the first sentence until the very last. It touched my heart. It’s bitter sweet as Natasha, a celebrated pianist, is unfortunately lapsing into dementia. She has always had a premonition that her days would end in this fashion since her beloved Papa suffered the disease. The story returns to the early days when she was 16 and playing a concert for the troops during the beginning of WWII. It tells how she and Lenny meet, him running out onto the stage before her pretending to play the trumpet and then jumping off the stage. It continues through their rocky courtship, through the war, Lenny's deployment and finally their long life together as remembered by Lenny. It is a story of how relationships change, and grow, and are nurtured by two people in love. Sentimental, heartfelt and tearful are only a few of the powerful words that define “The Music of Us.”
February 27, 2016
In the spirit of spring: The warmth of the June afternoon enveloped her
The warmth of the June afternoon enveloped her as she stepped out of the building. It was humid out, and the damp air clung to her bare arms and gave her a chill. It reminded her of having menstrual cramps when she was a girl, and the hot, humid weather would make her feel like she was hot and cold at the same time. Comparing what she had just gone through with cramps brought a smile to her face. She took some deep breaths and started walking toward Broadway. For the second time in their life together, Pam could hear Sandra calling her name. Pam stopped walking and turned around to see Sandra running up the street, tears flying. When she reached Pam, she began begging her for forgiveness.
“Please, Pam, please give me another chance.” She stood with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her, in a praying stance. Please, God, let this woman forgive me my sins. Pam was already calming down. But she was sincerely tired of the whole Jack- Sandra drama. She wanted to grieve the loss of her husband. She was tired of grieving the charade of her marriage.
“I will give you another chance if you give me some time. I hope I don’t sound like a mother here, Sandra, but you are very young, and although I think you are wise, you don’t know what I am going through. I need some time to sort out what I am going to tell my children who worship their father, or worshiped him when he was alive, and now will find that not only did he cheat on their mother, but will have a child that will be their brother or sister.” She felt strange discussing this on the street, Sandra standing there sobbing. She was not going back to Sandra’s apartment and wanted to give her some resolution before she left the city, because she was getting out. There was no way she could stay in Jack’s apartment tonight. “Go back home, dear, I want to get back and get on the road before traffic gets too bad.” She patted her arm and turned to walk up the street.
Excerpt from a novel by Suzanne Jenkins included in At Odds with Destiny
Four amazing novels in one boxed setOpen it at your own risk:
At Odds with Destiny★ Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★★ Kobo ★ Smashwords ★
"An attention grabbing collection of books. Each compelling in their own right."
“Please, Pam, please give me another chance.” She stood with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her, in a praying stance. Please, God, let this woman forgive me my sins. Pam was already calming down. But she was sincerely tired of the whole Jack- Sandra drama. She wanted to grieve the loss of her husband. She was tired of grieving the charade of her marriage.
“I will give you another chance if you give me some time. I hope I don’t sound like a mother here, Sandra, but you are very young, and although I think you are wise, you don’t know what I am going through. I need some time to sort out what I am going to tell my children who worship their father, or worshiped him when he was alive, and now will find that not only did he cheat on their mother, but will have a child that will be their brother or sister.” She felt strange discussing this on the street, Sandra standing there sobbing. She was not going back to Sandra’s apartment and wanted to give her some resolution before she left the city, because she was getting out. There was no way she could stay in Jack’s apartment tonight. “Go back home, dear, I want to get back and get on the road before traffic gets too bad.” She patted her arm and turned to walk up the street.
Excerpt from a novel by Suzanne Jenkins included in At Odds with Destiny
Four amazing novels in one boxed setOpen it at your own risk:
At Odds with Destiny★ Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★★ Kobo ★ Smashwords ★
"An attention grabbing collection of books. Each compelling in their own right."
Superb and unique
Thrilled to find this review of The Edge of Revolt and of the entire series:
5.0 out of 5 stars Superb and unique (well not quite as his too other books are cut from the same fabric).ByRichard A Deckeron February 26, 2016Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
This is the third book in a series about the life of (King) David. Read the others first. I LOVED all three. The reader gets to see inside Davids's head about everything that is going on in his life. It is enlightening and entertaining. I had a hard time putting the books down (well my phone). This book is not at all about the details in doing anything David talks about. By that I mean you never get to hear how his breakfast is gotten together and cooked and served. Or how he gets his armies together and how he feeds them But you get to see inside him - his fears, his loves, his hates, his dreams. I wish there were more like ethis.
5.0 out of 5 stars Superb and unique (well not quite as his too other books are cut from the same fabric).ByRichard A Deckeron February 26, 2016Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
This is the third book in a series about the life of (King) David. Read the others first. I LOVED all three. The reader gets to see inside Davids's head about everything that is going on in his life. It is enlightening and entertaining. I had a hard time putting the books down (well my phone). This book is not at all about the details in doing anything David talks about. By that I mean you never get to hear how his breakfast is gotten together and cooked and served. Or how he gets his armies together and how he feeds them But you get to see inside him - his fears, his loves, his hates, his dreams. I wish there were more like ethis.
February 26, 2016
Visiting Olga
Such a pleasure to visit fellow author Olga NM! She has just featured my work on her lovely site, check it out:
Uvi Poznansky, The David Chronicles and The Music of Us Stories
Uvi Poznansky, The David Chronicles and The Music of Us Stories
