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message 1: by Amber (new)

Amber (puresurplus) | 40 comments Mod
This group is for... duh, casual readers. You don't have to be a hardcore bibliophile to fit in here.

We are a member-driven group that encourages our readers to choose the material read and discussed - for the people, by the people!

This is a read at your own pace kind of place. However, we are a book club with monthly group reads and challenges for our more dedicated readers.

Join us for casual discussions, friends & fun! Find out more on our blog as well as on Facebook, Twitter & Tumblr.

DISCLAIMER: Some content may be inappropriate for members under the age of 18.

REQUEST: If you do not have a profile picture, your membership will be revoked but not blocked should you choose to return. Participation is encouraged but not required. Please, at least introduce yourself, as it is the polite thing to do even if you do not frequently engage in our group reads and/or discussions.

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message 2: by Beth (new)

Beth Baldwin | 1 comments Great New Novel by Judy Garwood, local North Carolina Author
Photo from Beth B.
My newest book, in paperback, "No Loose Ends," is ready on Amazon. It's new so it's not yet on eBook or has the Look Inside feature, but it will. Specify: Judy Garwood "No Loose Ends" to find it.
Hanshi Tony Annesi, a 9th degree black belt, in aiki-ju-jutsu, karate and judo, who has taught at his dojo for over 50 years, has written all the martial arts action scenes for "No Loose Ends."
My character, Kate Bodine, a second degree black belt in the arts, is Lady Kate in England and Kate Bodine, Private Investigator, when she's in the Louisiana bayou.
The book cover and back are Louisiana Cajun Folk Art original oil paintings by Ray Taix.
Ray has done all my covers and he's the godfather of my grandson. But this cover is special.
The following is the Prologue set in the bayou.
Judy Garwood
The pirogue cut through the murky waters of the bayou. Gnarled cypress trees stood like observant sentinels, knee deep in the dark waters. Spanish moss, delicately laced through dead and rotting branches, hung down, stretching towards a watery grave. The air was thick with moisture.
A man stood poised in the pirogue. Sinewy muscles flexed under his blue work shirt as he sunk a long pole deep into the rotting vegetation at the bottom of the canal waterway. He leaned heavily against it. The canoe shot forward. He repeated the motion over and over again. Only the water lapping at the sides of the narrow boat testified to the intrusion.
Fireflies flickered and played in the trees lining the bank. Reaching his destination the man pulled the pole out of the water and allowed the pirogue to drift to a stop. Fumbling with a match, he lit the wick on a lantern and hung it on a pole trailing over the water behind him. It cast a golden glow over the surrounding area.
Reaching down into a tarnished metal bucket, he pulled out a fistful of animal parts. Long ropes of bloody entrails whipped like frenzied snakes over the waters as the man spread out the feast. He didn't dare wash his hands in the water. He wiped them off on his pants.
Within minutes, lured by the scent of blood, dozens of short snouted creatures with unblinking eyes slithered off banks, submerged, reappeared and gobbled up the offering.
The man grinned. Bending over he pulled away a canvas cover that had hidden its secret in the bottom of the canoe.
Easily, for one born on the bayou, the man maintained his balance on the pirogue while he slid his burden over the side. A furious commotion in the dark water followed. The man laughed as he watched.
Unnoticed, a floppy brimmed, brown felt hat sloshed around in the bottom of the boat before secreting itself away under a wedge of wood in the stern.
Satisfied, the man skillfully turned the pirogue around and returned the way he had come.

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