THE JAMES MASON COMMUNITY BOOK CLUB discussion
note: This topic has been closed to new comments.
Archives - Book Discussions
>
BOOKS AND WRITINGS BY MEMBERS

Alteration


'Scoggie Castle is cold and grim, but a refuge to the disinherited Charles Murray. Then a series of mysterious deaths shakes family and servants alike, and splits the local village in two. Murray is thrown once more into the midst of murder, but who has the answer in this dark rural landscape - the pig-lovers or the pig-haters?'
Good luck to all other Indie writers on Good Reads!

'Scoggie Castle is cold and grim, but a refuge ..."
Is there a kindle edition? If so, please provide the link to find it.

'Scoggie Castle is cold and grim,..."
Yes, here's the link! Thanks for reminding me.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Knowledge-Sin...


They are indeed there: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_nos....
Thanks for your help!

A limited amount of Free Ebooks available for Reviews...
Who would like to do a Review on Jade & The Deva Book 1 'Hidden Wings' to be featured on our new upcoming blog?
An intriguing original Australian story about looking after the environment, the children and the future generation. It is the impossibly possible delivered in a seriously unserious manner.
Check out our Website if you haven't already and our Facebook fan pages at www.jadeandthedeva.com or www.facebook.com/JadeAndTheDeva to find out more about Jade's journey with the Deva's.
If your interested in Reviewing, comment below and personal message me on here your email address and I will send you a coupon so you can do so!
Jump on board! You know you want too! What's stopping you...
For those that have already read about our Deva's we would love your comments on here also about your thoughts of it to encourage other readers.
Thanks again and looking forward to hearing from you...
Kel! ;)


The end of man was not signaled by marauding gangs or explosions, but with silence. People simply grew older knowing a younger generation would not be there to replace them. The final two residents in the neighborhood of Camelot, an old man and his invalid brother, are trapped in their house by forests full of cats and dogs battling with the bears and wolves to eat anything they can find. As the man struggles to survive, he recounts all the ways society changed as the human population continued to shrink—the last movie Hollywood ever made, the last World Series that was played, how governments around the world slowly disbanded. THE MAN WHO WATCHED THE WORLD END is the haunting account of a man who has witnessed the world fade away. It is also a story about the power of family.
My website: http://www.watchtheworldend.com
Available at: http://www.amazon.com/Man-Who-Watched...


This combined Kindle edition is currently rated five stars on Amazon.
I hope you’ll give it a try. If you enjoy the book, I invite you to let the rest of world know. I also would not object to you checking out my other books. Actually, I’d quite appreciate it.
The Kindle edition will be available free from Amazon between 30 April and 4 May 2013. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005E1JBBO

Virgin Voyage http://tinyurl.com/at7uauj
Until Next Time...The Blogging Adventures of a Broken Housewife and Mom http://tinyurl.com/arnofgk

Frustrated at being fired from her latest job and overwhelmed by her consolatory family, Sam decides to move to the family’s cabin at the lake. A place she hasn’t been since her dad committed suicide there twenty years before. Or did he? Snooping is something she’s good at but someone seems to be taking offense to her looking too closely at what has been happening at the lake. What she discovers is shocking. Now she must uncover what’s real and what’s not. All that she learned growing up, may be false. Keegan who has recently moved to the area to finish his latest book is also trying to find out if his grandfather, who’d passed away ten years before, died of natural causes or was murdered? The descendants of the four families who own the land around the lagoon are dying off. Since Sam and Keegan are the only ones questioning the deaths, they find themselves working together to seek the truth. Are people being murdered? Who would benefit from their deaths? Why would there be barricades and armed guards at the north end of the lake? To stay alive, Sam and Keegan must find the answers and convince others, before more people are killed... including them.


And my cover artist, Julie Dillon, has been nominated for the 2013 Hugo Award! I knew she was good when I hired her, and now a lot of other people will know that, too.

It's been hundreds of years since the Darkness last surfaced, a grim time when both humans and Catmages lost their lives. But now the Wild Ones work with humans again, and thirteen-year-old Andy Cohen gets the surprise of his life when a talking cat shows up in his front yard.
Goldeneyes, a powerful Catmage, needs Andy’s help. Her grandmother—the wisest, most powerful Catmage alive—is missing, and her trail leads straight to Andy’s town. But there's a problem: Goldeneyes doesn't like humans very much, and Andy is impulsive and reckless. They have to learn how to work together, and they need to do it before the Wild Ones kill Nafshi and steal her powerful Magelight.
In the first installment of this new series, the reader enters a world of magical cats, dark powers, and a boy who finds himself entangled in their war.
I am just blown away by all your posts. And very humbled to see how many truly talented writers we have in our James Mason Group

Pop on over and check the books out when you get a chance! Thanks!
http://sj2448.wix.com/suejulsen


http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
The title is "How a Nation Reports its Grief."
It's about poetry disguised as journalism in press accoiunts of the death of Lincoln.
Glenn Cheney
Hanover, Conn.
cheneybooks.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0055WXMEO
For Amazon Prime members the entire book is a free borrow (two volumes). Here's the first:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007AW2608

Twenty-three orphan babies are turned into the deadliest assassins the world has ever known. One will rebel.

An orphan grows up to become an assassin for a highly secretive organization. When he tries to break free and live a normal life, he is hunted by his mentor and father figure, and by a female orphan he spent his childhood with. On the run, the mysterious man's life becomes entwined with his beautiful French-African hostage and a shocking past riddled with the darkest of conspiracies is revealed.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BGGM05U/
This series was co-authored by son James and I, a Down Under writing team. We also co-wrote the historical adventure-romance, ‘Fiji: A Novel’.
Happy reading!
Lance Morcan

Dietina's Diary brings both advice and laughter into the world of dieting. As she struggles to keep her weight down, Dietina never loses her sense of humor. Follow along with the trials and tribulations of Dietina in the March Issue of Dietina's Diary.
http://amzn.com/B00C54BXQ4

http://strangeworldsonine.com//?page_...

"What a wonderful and superbly written account of a journey West!
I was completely absorbed by the remarkable characters and sweeping landscapes- caught so brilliantly by the magnificent writing and plotting!
A winner!!!"
--as reviewed on goodreads.com—
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0055WXMEO

Grand Prize:
Amazon Kindle Fire - or - $100 Amazon.com Gift Card
2nd Prize:
A Hunger in the Heart (hc) - or - $20 Amazon.com Gift Card
3rd Prize:
A Hunger in the Heart (pbk) - or - $10 Amazon.com Gift Card
To enter go to the Catholic Fiction Facebook page

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
~ Glenda

Just had another positive review of my political-military thriller...written by the owner of one of the top fifty military oriented blogs on the Internet...feel free to look it over...I'm excited!
http://macsmilitary.com/sgtmacsblog/b...
Just wanted pop in ... From Tel Aviv (my last day here before heading home, sweet, home!) and thank all of you for your wonderful posts. So many truly superb books!

The fifth in the Murray of Letho series, Fellowship with Demons, is even now being uploaded on to Kindle. Historical crime series, set in Georgian Scotland. It's at 99c for a month and I'd be very grateful for reviews on Amazon - hope you like it!
Edinburgh 1810: Charles Murray of Letho, a young gentleman of means, is in much demand: a rich widow, an old friend, and new military acquaintances all need his help. But when Henry Dundas, Viscount Melville, sends him an invitation, vanity and curiosity force him to accept – and straightaway he has to deal with murder. Why did a cowardly surgeon kill a drunken engraver? And what would the consequences be, in the rainy mists of autumn? In the end Murray’s answers to his problems will lead to a decision that will change his life.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fellowship-De...
Hope you enjoy it!


You can get this satire of the Internet for only 99 cents: Get it for 99-cents on Amazon here. You can get other formats at Smashwords for 99-cents too. Just use code YU86X.
Rick Friedman, Founder of James Mason Community Book Club, had this to say about it:
"Utterly brilliant!!! Truly hilarious and more so because- while satire- it contains more than a grain of truth about the human character! LOVE IT!!! This is part Terry Pratchett, part Elmore Leonard with a dash of Swift! and All Mark Rayner!!! So many laughs per page- and yet like brilliant satire- the grains of truth make the hilarity far more incicive and lasting...A MUST READ!!!"


Anno Domini 1212:
Across France, the children are on the march. Seduced by a shepherd boy with a vision of freeing Jerusalem through the power of innocence alone, tens of thousands of children have left their homes and set out upon a new, peaceful crusade. As they stream through the city of Chavigny in Poitou, they are singing the old crusader ballade: The Song of Palestine.
The melody awakens memories in the heart of a rich widow, Blanche. Long ago, when she was still young and beautiful, she had been in love with a poor knight, who followed Richard the Lionheart on crusade – and never returned. An oblique reference to a man of the same name in a letter addressed to someone else sparks an irresistible longing to go to the Holy Land herself in search of her lost love.
Blanche sets out on a personal crusade, across the war-torn Languedoc, daring the pirates and slavers of the Mediterranean -- only to find a man, who is nothing like she remembered him, and anything but pleased to see Blanche again.
"A Widow's Crusade" is available for $1.99 on Kindle.
For more about the whole series, which encompasses a total of nine novels set in the 13th century, take a look at my video trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN9HxY...
or visit my website: www.tales-of-chivalry.com.
A Widow's Crusade

Chris wrote: "this thread is great. I've added a couple of additional books to my already out-of-control reading list based on books I've found in here."
I agree Chris!! so impressed with all the remarkable posts!
I agree Chris!! so impressed with all the remarkable posts!

A blog about the writing life, making it as an indie author, and showcasing the books I write. Please check it out.
http://www.neilostroff.blogspot.com

Everything Books & Authors
http://www.everythingbooksandauthors....
Jade and the Deva – Book One: HIDDEN WINGS

By Keith Tutor & Jade Fishburn


Spotted on EBay - copy of Black Mist and other Japanese Futures, anthology edited by Orson Scott Card and Keith Ferrell, with my story "A Medal for Harry" which I was gracious enough to autograph :)
Meanwhile, in other news, Unburning Alexandria - long-awaited sequel to The Plot to Save Socrates - was just published last week http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CMBWDXW
here's the cover -


I write children's books for ages 9 to 12 and contemporary steamy romance, not erotica, but heated. I have a new children's book due out next week, part of my series, I'll post a link here when it comes out.
On second thought, I'll put a link to my two newest contemporary romance releases here:
Best!
White Magic Woman

The Odor of Violet


You can dip your feet here to see if you want to take the plunge: http://www.jahnasleep.com/
I will happily send you a copy in exchange for a review. Any takers?


Best!

My latest release is The Movement of Crowns, republished in its own separate volume before the coming sequel!

At the point when kingdoms’ ideas of humanity differ…
The nation of Diachona is celebrating the twentieth birthday and rite of passage for Constance, the Diachonian king’s daughter and heir. Yet, the pause for festivity doesn’t erase collective doubts about Constance’s aspiration for a place with the men on the National Council, nor does it eliminate fears roused by oppressive threats from a neighboring, powerful empire. Amid increasing rumors of war and personal misgivings about her own future, Constance deems this an inopportune time to be falling in love with one Commander Alexander.
Will Providence keep them all through international tensions and the changing of times, or is Diachona watching its territory in vain?
Find this novella at Amazon, Amazon UK, and Smashwords.

Here is my first article with Yahoo Voices. "The Importance of Building Solid Relationships." Please read my article and let me know what you think about this article. http://voices.yahoo.com/the-importanc...

A sneak peek at my new novel.
Season Of The StrangerKyle Forrest
Chapter One
"Here's A Riddle For You"
May 1994
Robert James Etchinson scaled the long, narrow staircase leading to the third floor living quarters of the cemetery gatehouse. In his left hand he clutched an ancient book of poems, 'Maurine' by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, it's gilt-edged pages yellow and decaying after years of exposure to the bleak sadness of his mother's bedside. She has presented the rare volume to Robert on the eve of her death, which had come quietly in the middle of a chill autumn night as the claws of a hopeless cancer finally overcame her staunch resistance.
Now, a year after her death, Robert had come to appreciate the book of poems, the flawless rhyme and meter of a bygone era that lulled and consoled him with the gentle reassurance of a mother's caress. Poetry offered the seventeen year old peace...and diversion from the morbidity and frustration that were necessary evils of his thankless role as the dutiful son of a crippled cemetery caretaker.
Robert had risen with the dawn on this ordinary day, his eyes clouded and burning from lack of sleep after completing Homer's Iliad for his English class, and had marched as if to a solemn dirge down the gatehouse steps to the basement crematorium, where he had patiently read 'Maurine' as the white hot fires of the industrial oven reduced another corpse to a mound of chalk and bone.
When he reached the third floor landing, he placed the book on the oak parson's table beneath his mother's portrait and ushered himself through the musty Victorian dining room to the kitchen, where he hastily began preparing his father's breakfast.
Cracking two eggs in the skillet, which his father preferred 'over easy' with a dash of salt and no pepper, Robert winced when he heard the familiar sound of his father's wheelchair, creaking from the adjoining bedroom to the head of the table.
Daniel Etchinson was a stickler for punctuality, and on those rare occasions when Robert had failed to meet the unwavering exactitude of his father's schedule-one that revolved around mundane chores and regular meals-the day had invariably begun on a harsh note.
Why can't he understand I just want to lead a normal life? What's wrong with that? I've got to have a life of my own. I've got to get out of here. Just because he's stuck in a wheelchair doesn't mean I should have to vegetate along with him, Robert mused to himself as he started up the coffee.
"Riley didn't show up this morning," Robert announced matter of factly as he slid the plate and the clinking cup and saucer into position in front of his father. "I had to put the Ferguson woman in myself. God, I hope he's here in time to pack the urn. The service is at ten thirty."
"He'll be here," the old man croaked through thin colorless lips that were drawn in a perpetual frown across his weathered face.
Robert lowered himself into the high backed chair to the left of his father and snatched an orange from the bowl of fruit in the center of the table. Father and son were a study in contrast. The vibrant teal blue of Robert's eyes had, in his father, faded to a lifeless gray, and the square jaw that was once a hallmark of the Etchinson clan had eroded into bags of sagging flesh around the old man's throat.
Robert clearly favored his mother, whose attractive features had endured until virtually the eve of her death. His blue-black hair was thick and lustrous, combed back from his high forehead in soft waves. But it was the awkwardness of Robert's six foot two inch frame that prevented him from being considered a handsome man.
Robert stood a head over his father, whose spinal column had withered four inches after the crippling accident that had relegated him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The accident happened two years ago while Daniel Etchinson was rearranging the artificial grass mats that one of the workmen had carelessly placed over the fresh mound of soil beside an open grave. Cursing under his breath, he stooped down and grabbed the offending mat with both hands. But as he braced his feet on the ground and tugged, the edge of the grave gave way and he found himself catapulting backward into the open hole...where Riley had discovered him, his arms and legs twisted beneath him like a crumpled marionette, only moments before the mourners arrived.
Robert gathered the orange peelings into a small, neat mound on the table in front of him, broke off a wedge, and popped it into his mouth.
"You eat like a damned pig, " his father declared.
Robert winced. "Dad...I've been wondering. What would you think if I got a summer job in town?" Shifting in his seat, he tried to assume a casual expression. "Just waiting tables or something." He shrugged sheepishly.
His father continued chewing, then replied. "There's plenty of work to do around here."
Robert set the orange down on the table and folded his hands in front of it. "But Dad...I want to..."
"What you want to do," his father said with his mouth full, "and what you're going to do are two different things." He lifted the coffee cup to his lips with a trembling hand.
"But I'd be home every night," Robert insisted, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "Nothing's gonna change. I'd still be here to take care of you. You know I'd never-"
"No!" his father snapped. "I need you here."
"Dad," Robert protested incredulously. "I'm only talking about a few days a week over in Daly City. You know I won't leave you alone."
"No need to go way the hell over to Daly City. Your place his here-with me"
Robert squirmed and looked at his father defiantly. "I'm getting a job, Dad. As soon as school's out."
Looking directly into Robert's eye for the first time this morning, Daniel Etchinson croaked. "You never done a day's work in your life and now you're telling me you want to get a job?"
"Dad," he said hesitantly, "please listen to me...I'm your son. I love you. I just want a chance to...strike out on my own a little bit...to be like the other kids." He sighed deeply, reached across the table and wrapped his fingers around the back of his father's hand. "Please try to understand me. I've been a prisoner of All Saint Hill for seventeen years. It's like..." His voice cracked. "It's like being dead."
Daniel Etchinson snatched his hand out from under Robert's, curled his bony finger around the edge of the table, and pushed the wheelchair away with a fierce scowl.
"You know what they call me in school Dad? Coma Man. They call me Coma Man! Pretty funny, huh? Well, I am in a coma...I feel like I'm dying." As his father spun around in the wheelchair, turning his back on him, Robert experienced a surge of pity for the man so bitterly trapped in a gleaming mesh of stainless steel and spoked wheels.
Robert placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "Your father worked here...." The words seemed to stick in his throat. He swallowed. "And you worked here...." He curled his fingertips into the soft flesh of his father's spindley shoulder. "But I can't. Don't you understand I get sick every time I see a line of black cars rolling through those gates. I want--"
"YOU WANT!," The old man spun around, his gray eyes flashing. "You want? You want what, you ungrateful little bastard? You're just like your mother. No loyalty! She couldn't wait to leave me."
Robert could no longer hold back the flood of tears. "Mother didn't leave you. She loved you...she gave you everything she had. This place killed her...just like you're killing me!"


Chapter One
"Here's A Riddle For You"
May 1994
Robert James Etchinson scaled the long, narrow staircase leading to the third floor living quarters of the cemetery gatehouse. In his left hand he clutched an ancient book of poems, 'Maurine' by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, it's gilt-edged pages yellow and decaying after years of exposure to the bleak sadness of his mother's bedside. She has presented the rare volume to Robert on the eve of her death, which had come quietly in the middle of a chill autumn night as the claws of a hopeless cancer finally overcame her staunch resistance.
Now, a year after her death, Robert had come to appreciate the book of poems, the flawless rhyme and meter of a bygone era that lulled and consoled him with the gentle reassurance of a mother's caress. Poetry offered the seventeen year old peace...and diversion from the morbidity and frustration that were necessary evils of his thankless role as the dutiful son of a crippled cemetery caretaker.
Robert had risen with the dawn on this ordinary day, his eyes clouded and burning from lack of sleep after completing Homer's Iliad for his English class, and had marched as if to a solemn dirge down the gatehouse steps to the basement crematorium, where he had patiently read 'Maurine' as the white hot fires of the industrial oven reduced another corpse to a mound of chalk and bone.
When he reached the third floor landing, he placed the book on the oak parson's table beneath his mother's portrait and ushered himself through the musty Victorian dining room to the kitchen, where he hastily began preparing his father's breakfast.
Cracking two eggs in the skillet, which his father preferred 'over easy' with a dash of salt and no pepper, Robert winced when he heard the familiar sound of his father's wheelchair, creaking from the adjoining bedroom to the head of the table.
Daniel Etchinson was a stickler for punctuality, and on those rare occasions when Robert had failed to meet the unwavering exactitude of his father's schedule-one that revolved around mundane chores and regular meals-the day had invariably begun on a harsh note.
Why can't he understand I just want to lead a normal life? What's wrong with that? I've got to have a life of my own. I've got to get out of here. Just because he's stuck in a wheelchair doesn't mean I should have to vegetate along with him, Robert mused to himself as he started up the coffee.
"Riley didn't show up this morning," Robert announced matter of factly as he slid the plate and the clinking cup and saucer into position in front of his father. "I had to put the Ferguson woman in myself. God, I hope he's here in time to pack the urn. The service is at ten thirty."
"He'll be here," the old man croaked through thin colorless lips that were drawn in a perpetual frown across his weathered face.
Robert lowered himself into the high backed chair to the left of his father and snatched an orange from the bowl of fruit in the center of the table. Father and son were a study in contrast. The vibrant teal blue of Robert's eyes had, in his father, faded to a lifeless gray, and the square jaw that was once a hallmark of the Etchinson clan had eroded into bags of sagging flesh around the old man's throat.
Robert clearly favored his mother, whose attractive features had endured until virtually the eve of her death. His blue-black hair was thick and lustrous, combed back from his high forehead in soft waves. But it was the awkwardness of Robert's six foot two inch frame that prevented him from being considered a handsome man.
Robert stood a head over his father, whose spinal column had withered four inches after the crippling accident that had relegated him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The accident happened two years ago while Daniel Etchinson was rearranging the artificial grass mats that one of the workmen had carelessly placed over the fresh mound of soil beside an open grave. Cursing under his breath, he stooped down and grabbed the offending mat with both hands. But as he braced his feet on the ground and tugged, the edge of the grave gave way and he found himself catapulting backward into the open hole...where Riley had discovered him, his arms and legs twisted beneath him like a crumpled marionette, only moments before the mourners arrived.
Robert gathered the orange peelings into a small, neat mound on the table in front of him, broke off a wedge, and popped it into his mouth.
"You eat like a damned pig, " his father declared.
Robert winced. "Dad...I've been wondering. What would you think if I got a summer job in town?" Shifting in his seat, he tried to assume a casual expression. "Just waiting tables or something." He shrugged sheepishly.
His father continued chewing, then replied. "There's plenty of work to do around here."
Robert set the orange down on the table and folded his hands in front of it. "But Dad...I want to..."
"What you want to do," his father said with his mouth full, "and what you're going to do are two different things." He lifted the coffee cup to his lips with a trembling hand.
"But I'd be home every night," Robert insisted, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "Nothing's gonna change. I'd still be here to take care of you. You know I'd never-"
"No!" his father snapped. "I need you here."
"Dad," Robert protested incredulously. "I'm only talking about a few days a week over in Daly City. You know I won't leave you alone."
"No need to go way the hell over to Daly City. Your place his here-with me"
Robert squirmed and looked at his father defiantly. "I'm getting a job, Dad. As soon as school's out."
Looking directly into Robert's eye for the first time this morning, Daniel Etchinson croaked. "You never done a day's work in your life and now you're telling me you want to get a job?"
"Dad," he said hesitantly, "please listen to me...I'm your son. I love you. I just want a chance to...strike out on my own a little bit...to be like the other kids." He sighed deeply, reached across the table and wrapped his fingers around the back of his father's hand. "Please try to understand me. I've been a prisoner of All Saint Hill for seventeen years. It's like..." His voice cracked. "It's like being dead."
Daniel Etchinson snatched his hand out from under Robert's, curled his bony finger around the edge of the table, and pushed the wheelchair away with a fierce scowl.
"You know what they call me in school Dad? Coma Man. They call me Coma Man! Pretty funny, huh? Well, I am in a coma...I feel like I'm dying." As his father spun around in the wheelchair, turning his back on him, Robert experienced a surge of pity for the man so bitterly trapped in a gleaming mesh of stainless steel and spoked wheels.
Robert placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "Your father worked here...." The words seemed to stick in his throat. He swallowed. "And you worked here...." He curled his fingertips into the soft flesh of his father's spindley shoulder. "But I can't. Don't you understand I get sick every time I see a line of black cars rolling through those gates. I want--"
"YOU WANT!," The old man spun around, his gray eyes flashing. "You want? You want what, you ungrateful little bastard? You're just like your mother. No loyalty! She couldn't wait to leave me."
Robert could no longer hold back the flood of tears. "Mother didn't leave you. She loved you...she gave you everything she had. This place killed her...just like you're killing me!"
This topic has been frozen by the moderator. No new comments can be posted.
Books mentioned in this topic
Bumblebee Books: Halloween Issue (other topics)Stone Ponies (other topics)
Flight of the Spark (other topics)
Penelope's Purple-Perfect Plan (other topics)
The Bowman Legacy: Not For Sale (other topics)
More...
Authors mentioned in this topic
Evelyn Puerto (other topics)Ronald Paxton (other topics)
F. Haywood Glenn (other topics)
Lee Brickley (other topics)
Michelle Auerbach (other topics)
More...
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Kitties-T...