Misti loves to people watch. When a new man moves in upstairs from her, she bakes him cookies and offers him herself. Will he accept?Misti loves to people watch. When a new man moves in upstairs from her, she bakes him cookies and offers him herself. Will he accept? Read more
Set in a post apocalyptic religiously-demented American Empire, the city of Las Vegas is no longer a city of sin. Now called Necropolis, it is a city that eats sin. The vampires of Necropolis wait patiently for the Empire's weekly drop off of guilty Penitents; sinners and criminals full of fresh blood.
Hank Evans is one of those Penitents and he would gladly let the vampires take every drop of his blood if it weren’t for one detail: Toby. Toby is Hank’s only son. Now, Hank must do whatever it takes to escape the city of the dead and save his son from an Empire as bloodthirsty as the vampires it uses to keep its people in line.
"A big-scale vampire thriller that changes the rules."--Scott Nicholson, They HungerSet in a post apocalyptic religiously-demented American Empire, the city of Las Vegas is no longer a city of sin. Now called Necropolis, it is a city that eats sin. The vampires of Necropolis wait patiently for the Empire's weekly drop off of guilty Penitents; sinners and criminals full of fresh blood.
Hank Evans is one of those Penitents and he would gladly let the vampires take every drop of his blood if it weren’t for one detail: Toby. Toby is Hank’s only son. Now, Hank must do whatever it takes to escape the city of the dead and save his son from an Empire as bloodthirsty as the vampires it uses to keep its people in line.
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BONUS: This edition contains excerpts from Meg Waite Clayton's The Four Ms. Bradwells and The Language of Light.
Friendship, loyalty, and love lie at the heart of Meg Waite Clayton’s beautifully written, poignant, and sweeping novel of five women who, over the course of four decades, come to redefine what it means to be family.
For thirty-five years, Frankie, Linda, Kath, Brett, and Ally have met every Wednesday at the park near their homes in Palo Alto, California. Defined when they first meet by what their husbands do, the young homemakers and mothers are far removed from the Summer of Love that has enveloped most of the Bay Area in 1967. These “Wednesday Sisters” seem to have little in common: Frankie is a timid transplant from Chicago, brutally blunt Linda is a remarkable athlete, Kath is a Kentucky debutante, quiet Ally has a secret, and quirky, ultra-intelligent Brett wears little white gloves with her miniskirts. But they are bonded by a shared love of both literature–Fitzgerald, Eliot, Austen, du Maurier, Plath, and Dickens–and the Miss America Pageant, which they watch together every year.
As the years roll on and their children grow, the quintet forms a writers circle to express their hopes and dreams through poems, stories, and, eventually, books. Along the way, they experience history in the making: Vietnam, the race for the moon, and a women’s movement that challenges everything they have ever thought about themselves, while at the same time supporting one another through changes in their personal lives brought on by infidelity, longing, illness, failure, and success.
Humorous and moving, The Wednesday Sisters is a literary feast for book lovers that earns a place among those popular works that honor the joyful, mysterious, unbreakable bonds between friends.BONUS: This edition contains excerpts from Meg Waite Clayton's The Four Ms. Bradwells and The Language of Light.
Friendship, loyalty, and love lie at the heart of Meg Waite Clayton’s beautifully written, poignant, and sweeping novel of five women who, over the course of four decades, come to redefine what it means to be family.
For thirty-five years, Frankie, Linda, Kath, Brett, and Ally have met every Wednesday at the park near their homes in Palo Alto, California. Defined when they first meet by what their husbands do, the young homemakers and mothers are far removed from the Summer of Love that has enveloped most of the Bay Area in 1967. These “Wednesday Sisters” seem to have little in common: Frankie is a timid transplant from Chicago, brutally blunt Linda is a remarkable athlete, Kath is a Kentucky debutante, quiet Ally has a secret, and quirky, ultra-intelligent Brett wears little white gloves with her miniskirts. But they are bonded by a shared love of both literature–Fitzgerald, Eliot, Austen, du Maurier, Plath, and Dickens–and the Miss America Pageant, which they watch together every year.
As the years roll on and their children grow, the quintet forms a writers circle to express their hopes and dreams through poems, stories, and, eventually, books. Along the way, they experience history in the making: Vietnam, the race for the moon, and a women’s movement that challenges everything they have ever thought about themselves, while at the same time supporting one another through changes in their personal lives brought on by infidelity, longing, illness, failure, and success.
Humorous and moving, The Wednesday Sisters is a literary feast for book lovers that earns a place among those popular works that honor the joyful, mysterious, unbreakable bonds between friends. Read more
"There lives on the earth a life form so extraordinary and mysterious that even though scientists have been studying it for hundreds of years they still don’t know everything about it"....so begins this incredible adventure in finding out what this mysterious creature is. Can you guess before the end?"There lives on the earth a life form so extraordinary and mysterious that even though scientists have been studying it for hundreds of years they still don’t know everything about it"....so begins this incredible adventure in finding out what this mysterious creature is. Can you guess before the end? Read more
Precious Cummings is back but this time her own daughter is causing mayhem. Aaliyah Mills Carter was born into street royalty. Her mother, Precious, hustled her way from a project chick to a hood legend. Then she has two fathers, Xavier Mills, who is a rap superstar turned industry mogul and Nico Carter who heads up a lucrative drug empire with his partner Genesis. Finally, she has a grandfather Quentin, who spoils her the way he was never able to do for his daughter Precious. You would think being anointed the Princess would be enough for Aaliyah but it s not she wants more. Instead of simply relishing in the luxury she was born into, Aaliyah schemes and manipulates, determined to carve out her own lane. She brings her best friends Amir and Justina along for the ride. Does Aaliyah have the same street savvy as her mother to lead them to the top or will it end in disaster? There is only one Precious Cummings but has her daughter Aaliyah been groomed to take over the reign or will her mother have to step in and save her from herself? Find out in Bitch A New Beginning. For special updates coming up on the release follow me on Twitter @joydejaking Read more
One Day Everyone Was Late For School was born during one of our winter, frantic rides to the Rattlesnake Elementary School, in Missoula, Montana where my two twin sons went to school. We were late, again... And as I started telling my boys why is it wrong to be late for school, all kinds of crazy and cool scenarios presented themselves. Here they all are, for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!
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One Day Everyone Was Late For School was born during one of our winter, frantic rides to the Rattlesnake Elementary School, in Missoula, Montana where my two twin sons went to school. We were late, again... And as I started telling my boys why is it wrong to be late for school, all kinds of crazy and cool scenarios presented themselves. Here they all are, for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!
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VAN-Go (Lexington Avenue Express - Short Fiction - Strong Language)
"Do you get it or not?" the rookie driver snickered, pointing at the windowless, paint-splattered van in the passing lane.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you idiot; Van-Go. Another friggin' California house-painter thinks he's an artist. Real clever," Kernoodle said, peeking through the curtain of the eighteen-wheeler's sleeper compartment.
"Them guys ought'a cut off an ear and give it to the customer, what they charge to paint trim and gutters these days. Get it? Van-Go; cut off an ear, give it to the customer."
"Will you shut the fuck up," Dale Kernoodle shouted from the sleeper, jerking the curtain open this time and glaring menacingly at the rookie driver. "I don't want to hear another word out of you till we hit the scales west of Winnemucca, you understand?"
"Okay. Shit man," the young driver muttered under his breath as Kernoodle yanked the curtain shut, "I just thought you'd think it was funny, that's all. Van-fuckin'-Go, a Goddamn house-painter," he snickered.
Dale Dog Kernoodle was a legend at Pacific Container Carriers. He'd joined the company as a green driver in 1978 and had personally logged more than three million accident-free miles over the course of his career.
Kernoodle's new co-driver was at the wheel of Cur-Dog V. The black, 600-horsepower Mack was Dog's pride and joy, complete with the likeness of a snarling bulldog painted on each side of the hood. The fearsome image of the vicious bulldog, teeth bared, straining at the leash, matched Kernoodle's reputation among West Coast drivers.
"Is it true what they say about you, Dog?" the young driver asked as he wiped his nose on his shirtsleeve. The task was made considerably more difficult by the nose-ring hanging from the cartilage separating his nostrils.
No answer.
"They say you've gone through at least a dozen team-drivers in the last ten years," he continued, looking over his shoulder, talking to the curtain. He removed one hand from the steering wheel and flicked at a drop of moisture hanging from his nose jewelry.
Still no answer.
"I heard you've roughed a couple of guys up real bad, even choked a couple of 'em out-- SHIT!" he screamed, his conversation with the curtain was interrupted by a BMW sedan that cut sharply in front of him then abruptly braked for an interstate exit. He vented his anger with a long blast on the Mack's air horn.
VAN-Go (Lexington Avenue Express - Short Fiction - Strong Language)
"Do you get it or not?" the rookie driver snickered, pointing at the windowless, paint-splattered van in the passing lane.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you idiot; Van-Go. Another friggin' California house-painter thinks he's an artist. Real clever," Kernoodle said, peeking through the curtain of the eighteen-wheeler's sleeper compartment.
"Them guys ought'a cut off an ear and give it to the customer, what they charge to paint trim and gutters these days. Get it? Van-Go; cut off an ear, give it to the customer."
"Will you shut the fuck up," Dale Kernoodle shouted from the sleeper, jerking the curtain open this time and glaring menacingly at the rookie driver. "I don't want to hear another word out of you till we hit the scales west of Winnemucca, you understand?"
"Okay. Shit man," the young driver muttered under his breath as Kernoodle yanked the curtain shut, "I just thought you'd think it was funny, that's all. Van-fuckin'-Go, a Goddamn house-painter," he snickered.
Dale Dog Kernoodle was a legend at Pacific Container Carriers. He'd joined the company as a green driver in 1978 and had personally logged more than three million accident-free miles over the course of his career.
Kernoodle's new co-driver was at the wheel of Cur-Dog V. The black, 600-horsepower Mack was Dog's pride and joy, complete with the likeness of a snarling bulldog painted on each side of the hood. The fearsome image of the vicious bulldog, teeth bared, straining at the leash, matched Kernoodle's reputation among West Coast drivers.
"Is it true what they say about you, Dog?" the young driver asked as he wiped his nose on his shirtsleeve. The task was made considerably more difficult by the nose-ring hanging from the cartilage separating his nostrils.
No answer.
"They say you've gone through at least a dozen team-drivers in the last ten years," he continued, looking over his shoulder, talking to the curtain. He removed one hand from the steering wheel and flicked at a drop of moisture hanging from his nose jewelry.
Still no answer.
"I heard you've roughed a couple of guys up real bad, even choked a couple of 'em out-- SHIT!" he screamed, his conversation with the curtain was interrupted by a BMW sedan that cut sharply in front of him then abruptly braked for an interstate exit. He vented his anger with a long blast on the Mack's air horn.
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