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Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say. ~Sharon O'Brien

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3. Killing Kennedy: The End of Camelot by Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard 4. Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks

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5. Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander 6. The Racketeer by John Grisham 7. Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James 8. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

S E P T E M B E R ! ! ! 9. Killing Lincoln: The Shocking Assassination That Changed America by Bill O’Reilly and Martin Dugard 10. Thomas Jefferson: The Art of Power by Jon Meacham (This list is from USA TODAY)


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S P O T L I G H T ! ! ! ! MARY MUHAMMAD

Mary Muhammad is an author and poetess of five books. Echoes of an Era, The Story Box a Collection of Adventures, Hugs and Kisses, Love Laws and Journeys of a Soul. She is featured in two Anthologies, Forever Friends which was edited by author Shelagh Watkins of the U.K. and published by Mandinam Press, and Forever Spoken, published by Lulu Publishing. Her first young adult novel Love Laws was nominated for the 2008 Cybils Award. Her first published article "Men of Bondage" was published with the Citizen, a then local community newspaper in Benton Harbor Mi, who later published her poetry. She invites you to visit her website at http://marysbookplace.webs.com/ and on facebook.

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S P O T L I G H T ! ! ! ! http://kerrydwyer.com/

This is not a book about rambling in Ireland. It tells the tale of one particular walking trip and the memories and musings it inspired. Exploring the West of Ireland is a time for meditation, spiritual reflection and strengthening the bonds of life. More practically the ability to read a map might have proved helpful. The tourist office in Ireland has all their paths clearly marked. You can’t go wrong if you follow that little yellow man. Or can you?

As British ex-patriate Kerry Dwyer leads Bertrand, her trusting French husband, astray once more, they reminisce and reflect upon accents and accidents, family and friends, love and what it means to be alive. Bertrand doesn’t mind getting lost – he loves Kerry all the more for going off the beaten track. This is a book about ramblings in Ireland. Walk with Kerry and Bertrand and follow where your thoughts lead you.

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S P O T L I G H T ! ! ! ! JOURNEY HOME BY: Linda Nance

Lara returned to the home where she had grown up. If she stayed she would inherit the bulk of her uncle’s holdings but if she left, the man named Allen would inherit everything. She accepted the terms of the will with mixed feelings. Lara had endured strange occurrences but felt sure that the odd things happening would stop when she moved. Instead of answers to her problems she found more questions and a situation that appeared more ominous as time passed. The man that her uncle had trusted seemed too good to be true. He and his friends offered to help. She knew that it would never stop until she found out who it was and made them stop. Lara’s new friends and an investigator she hired began to fear for her safety and worked together. The instigators also bonded together to carry out their devious plan. To survive, Lara would have to find the whole truth.


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S P O T L I G H T ! ! ! ! PARASYLUM By: Robbie Thomas

A team of inexperienced paranormal investigators find themselves involved in the deepest darkest recesses of the unknown when they enter into Grandview's Asylum. The souls of yesteryear seek revenge on whomever enter into the abyss of no return. The horrors are plenty with many twists and turns and an ending that will keep you shaking your head. Enter into the mindscape where a dream turns into a nightmare and the nightmare is your reality. The mind is a complex yet simple frame to be in. We travel many different corridors to understanding, which at some point we become enlightened to what it is that plagues us. Enter the mindscape that transforms dreams into nightmares and nightmares into reality. The way we perceive life is only a perception with some, who share in the illusion of disillusionment. We create the path in which we walk, yet the trail upon which one steps could very well be a story that is never ending. Welcome to Parasylum, where what may seem impossible is possible and what might seem sinister is just plain evil!

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RONNIE D. KNOX Ronnie D. Knox was born and raised in West Michigan. He is now a retired Viet Nam Era Veteran and a first time up running author. He is a third time self published author and has gained “Recognized and All Time Best Status several times through the online writers site Fanstory, (which is a website for readers, writers and authors, and has taken them by storm with his poetry. His latest book Unspoken Thoughts has just been released, and he invites you to visit him at his website at hstrial-ronnieknox.homestead.com/ and on facebook.

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LONE WOLF By: Dellani Oakes

The year is 3032 and mankind has expanded far beyond Earth's galaxy. Matilda Dulac is a member of the Galactic Mining Guild. With her lover, Marc Slatterly, she works in a small mining ship in deep space. Their well ordered life is suddenly thrown into chaos when one miner arrives with a load of Trimagnite, a highly toxic liquid ore. Enter The Lone Wolf. Wil VanLipsig, known as the Lone Wolf. When he arrives to take the Trimagnite off their hands, is it a coincidence for him to show up on Marc's ship years after Marc thought he'd killed Wil? Or is this the beginning of something far more insidious?


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In The War Zone By: John Henry Brebbia

Despite what the title suggests, In The War Zone is not about war or the military. Rather, it is an unconventional contemporary love story with a surprise ending. The war zone is a metaphor for the mean streets of the Las Vegas gangbanger neighborhood that the protagonist, Gibb Quinn - who fits the description of a tough guy with the proverbial heart of gold - manages to escape with the aid of a basketball scholarship to a small college in Oregon. He goes on to become a star computer salesman for the Big Byte Corporation in Seattle. Gibb’s is a quintessential American success story, that is, until he is sent east to rescue a failing company retail outlet in a small New England coastal town. In Chatham, Connecticut, his Vegas manners and mores clash with those of the narrow-minded, class-conscious natives and he finds himself labeled as a hustler from Sin City. Things take a turn for the worst when the townspeople conclude he has designs on the town belle, a member of the local aristocracy. Unfortunately for Gibb, Alicia Farrell is engaged to the heir apparent of the other ruling family. Viewed as an enticement, his granting Alicia free computer software lessons sets the rumor mill on fire. Gibb’s protestations that his interest in her is strictly platonic fall on deaf ears. Their unexpected ordeal at sea and the resulting boycott of the Big Byte store puts Alicia at odds with her family and has the townspeople ready to lynch Gibb. From there the story proceeds apace to its surprise ending. A veteran Hollywood screenwriter has offered Jack the following commentary: “I just finished ‘In The War Zone.’ A big deal for me to finish any book in one day – so that says a lot. I really liked your caustic humor – and dead on portrayals of both sides of the tracks in Fairfield, County – where I grew up. More importantly, from a writer’s standpoint, I truly liked your ‘voice” throughout the novel. And that voice also has enormous compassion and empathy in it. A perfect combination, and all the tonalities work well together.”

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Jedi Brae http://www.theorboftruth.com/

Brae Wyckoff was born and raised in San Diego, CA and is working toward a Psychology degree. He has been married to his beautiful wife, Jill, for 19 years, and they have three children; Tommy, Michelle, and Brittany. He has a beautiful grandson named Avery. Brae has been an avid gamer since 1985. His passion for mysterious realms and the supernatural inspired him to write The Orb of Truth, the first in a series of fantasy action adventures. Brae describes The Orb of Truth as a cross between the Lord of the Rings and the Wizard of OZ where you will be swept away into a magical land of Dwarves, Elves, and Halflings.


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APO 123 By: John Henry Brebbia

His first book, APO 123 (CreateSpace 2010 - 556 pages), took Jack 30 years to finish. APO 123 is a satirical novel based on the author’s experiences as an Army prosecutor in a logistics headquarters located in rural Verdun, France circa the late 1950s. Set during the era of universal military service, aka the “draft,” this book brings to life the inevitable conflicts that arose between the reserve officer corps lieutenants who viewed themselves as only passing through and the regular Army officers that suffered the misfortune of having to command them. Fictional Northern Area Supply Command is populated by a wild and crazy band of Cold War warriors whose behavior on and off duty makes them better suited for employment by a military circus. Acting in the tradition of the characters from Mr. Roberts, and Catch-22, and the TV series M*A*S*H, these reserve officers subvert Army Regulations and plan clandestine all-nighters in search of romance and laughter and joi de vivre, all the while driving the career officers and their straight-laced wives to distraction. APO 123 is in the hands of a veteran Hollywood TV program syndicator whose organization has pronounced its content suitable for use in producing a 10-12 week, one-hour per episode, TV series.

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Zitsnbits By: Shaun Allan http://www.amazon.com/ZitsnBits-ebook/dp/B004VWX6JU/ref=la_B004U75XIS_1_8? ie=UTF8&qid=1354369388&sr=1-8

A wonderfully wacky collection of poems for children of all ages. Includes My Cat (the Vampire!), Spider on my Ceiling, Zits, I Want to be Five and The Abominable Snowdrop! From touching to hilarious, there's somethiing for everyone!

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The Halo Effect by Pamela Crane

Small-town girl Haley Montgomery meets two men who will change her life forever—the handsome Marc Vincetti whom she falls head-over-heels for, and the big-time Hollywood producer Allen Michaels who has the power to turn her screenplay into a movie and a ticket to a better future. It seems as though life couldn't get any better—until things take a decidedly dark turn when Haley spots Marc with his former high school sweetheart and Allen develops a consuming obsession with her. As Haley is faced with a choice between love and fame, Marc becomes the target of a stalker and Haley's life is thrown into a tailspin. Suddenly everything she thought she knew about Marc and Allen is completely wrong—and Haley's life will never be the same again. Welcome to The Halo Effect...

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EMPTY SPACE BY: Suzanne Dome

Dorienne Nielsen has no clear vision of her own future…until an object rockets from the sky and slams to earth behind the county fair barn. The mercenary extraterrestrials, Den and Zeeto, want a scrounger. Dorienne’s smart mouth and voracious appetite for information fills the niche. Utilizing an illegal cybernetic augmentation, Dorienne dives head-first into information scrounging while dodging pirates, other mercenaries and political zealots. Tricky interstellar politics and the stigmas of being human in a non-human vacuum test her at every turn.


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high.

up to your neck in negativity again

By: Jennifer Hyndman

What the hell?

I hope to see your face

lazy hypocrite.

Too busy ringing your own mission bell

when those rivers run dry.

Doc Brown, it's time to go

Don't you ever use your own mind?

Oh wait, that was just a TV show

Find your OWN lines?

there's no rewind in this world

Its a lie 'cuz you spoke it and I didn't see you swear on the Bible this time. I can usually tell you don't hide it that well through that veil your fragile human shell. Guess it wasn't designed to hold deceit too well. I bet you couldn't tell. Not with all the bull you spill word vomit makes me ill

"Hey everyone, I'm doing so well, look at all my stuff, isn't it swell?" I'm buying you some Benadryll for your allergy to 'real'. Always floating through life screaming,

Take a pill

when you never worked an honest day in your life? Have someone pull you out

whats it gonna hurt? Stop pretending your a little girl

"I'm running uphill."

just like last time?

take your panties off, that ain't gonna work,

You blind or just stupid?

Not without that martyr's tear in your eye

people are getting sick of listening to a jerk.

You got no boat

You don't like my words?

no time.

Then shut your mouth and they wouldn't hurt!!!

You fear, cry, wallow in mud. I watch you sling that stuff Sorry Blame-Boy, but you're just a dud.

diseased conceptual delusions of will Never take a chance in life give me a break.

How you gonna paddle yourself back maybe you should take accountabilup shit creek ity for a whirl

Fine, here's a dime. I'll feel sorry for you one last time. Go buy yourself a tootsie roll make your teeth match your soul

you hitch a ride in the dreamstreams

show the people around you what i already know

of other peoples

that shit-eating grin

Have fun squandering your heart in the dirt as for me FLIP Ya, that was the bird.


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was handed a quite sizable list of items ranging from eggs, vanilla, graham crackers, Maraschino By: Kelly Seale cherries, bananas, crushed pineapple, Cool Whip, a ten dollar mixer, cranberry sauce, stove-top stuffing, and even a fresh Butterball turkey (good luck on that one!) My eyes skimmed the rest of list, dumbfounded. Driving the sixteen or so miles to town on Christ- the mas Eve was a trip I hadn't planned on, for I was content drinking a glass of wine and watching "Wow! I, I didn't know-" She cut me off in midthe marathon of Hallmark Christmas movies and sentence with a kiss and ushered me out the staying out of my wife's way, as she made the door. The roads had cleared somewhat, from the final preparations for Christmas dinner. She was last two days of a very nasty and cold winter knee-deep in Christmas cookie dough, batch blast, that left the city in a near shut-down staafter batch in and out of the oven. tus.

"Christmas Magic"

As I finished my glass of Blue Teal White Zinfandel, which coincidentally timed just right at the ending of "November Christmas," one of my favorite Christmas movies about the spirit of giving, my wife Victoria, called to me.

Christmas Eve at Walmart was maddening. The crowds of people in their shopping frenzy, were for the most part, pleasant. Last minute gifts for their children and loved ones were on their minds, and I, like several shoppers in front of me, was in the checkout line from hell.

"Hey babe! Would you mind running into town to pick me up a few things?" She just hates shop- The checkout lady was pleasantly chatting away, as she scanned item after item, the lady's cart ping! only half empty, she eyed the ever-increasing I picked up my empty glass, turned the TV off and total with worry. My basket was almost filled to padded into the kitchen. "I guess I could do that the brim with Christmas Dinner entrees, and all for you," I said to her as I kissed her neck and the trimmings. A fresh, twenty-five pound stole a fresh, soft, hot cookie from the pile she Butterball, the prize of my shopping safari, lay was forming. nestled next to a 30 pack of Coors Light, a 18 pack of Michelob Ultra bottles, a bottle of Crown "You better make me a list if it's more than two Royal, and two more bottles of Blue Teal; after things," I slipped on my shoes, and headed out all, this is a festive time of the year. the door to warm up my jeep. When I emerged back into my warm house, shaking off the cold, I Getting closer to check-out. Guy in front of me


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has two jazzy bikes, already put together. Smart guy. Thinking back, it seems just like yesterday, buying two bikes boxed up, for my boys. Staying up past midnight on Christmas Eve to Christmas morning, trying to put them together, trying to make heads or tails from the directions. After several "Kelly" fits, my wife of course, took the job over, finishing the project without even using the directions. How do they do that? Women are amazing creatures.

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said thank you as she pulled her cart and her two children to the front. I smiled warmly at her two children, wondering what surprises await them in the morning.

The cashier totals the lady's bill, and she slides her card through the machine and says, "Credit." The cashier sheepishly tells her it's declined. She looses her composure just then, and remarks about her drunken husband spending the last of her paycheck on booze. She's in tears now, as she The guy with the bikes, balances the two-wheelers mutters an expletive in-between Merry and Christout of the store, on their way home to await his mas. She storms out of the store, empty handed children's delight in the morning's surprise of all except for her two children in tow. surprises. My turn. Wheeling my overstuffed cart up to the pleasant and smiling cashier, I noticed I just stood there. Watched it all. I did nothing, the lady behind me with two small children. Their and then it was too late. The embarrassed cashier hands combing through the goodies set up strate- apologized as I pushed my cart up and started to gically adjacent to every check-out aisle, just to unload my prized bird, and all her treasures. For drive us parents crazy as we try to get in, get out, some reason, I tuned out all that was around me, with our sanity intact. my mind wondering what kind of Christmas that family would have. I didn't even hear the cashier's I noticed her patience wearing thin as she tried voice as she gave me the grand total. her best to maintain her two children in line without incident. She had a small amount of food in I was not feeling pity I want you to know. I was her basket; a roasted chicken, two cans of green angry. Angry at myself for not doing anything to beans, two cans of corn, a box of instant mashed help. I mean, I should have stepped up and potatoes, a small tub of margarine, and a half gal- offered to pay her bill at least. Yes, that's what I'd lon of milk. At the constant begging of her chil- do next time. Yeah, next time, too late for that dren, she relented, and added two candy bars to lady and her children. The cashier handed me my her cart. foot-long receipt, and wished me a "Merry Christmas," and I replied the same back to her. My heart "Excuse me Ma'am," I spoke up. "Would you like was still aching for that family. to go ahead of me?" I asked her, smiling, knowing the relief I just gave her. She nodded politely, and Out of the store, cold fresh air to greet me, I


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"Merry Christmas to you and your family Ma'am!" She gathered her children and slowly pushed the stuffed cart towards her parked car, probably way in the back forty I suspect, parking lot madness in full effect. She looked back at me and stopped an oncoming car, honking an obliviOn the bench, next to the exit, was the lady who ous objection to our magical moment. had left empty handed. She was in tears, oblivious to her two children's cries for food. She was "Merry Christmas to you sir, and may God bless so upset, that I was a little apprehensive as I ap- you!" She smiled back at me, eyes filled with proached her. tears. I turned away just then, not able to hold back my own tears any further. Tears of joy. "Excuse me Ma'am," I said. Trying not to upset Magical tears of joy that only seem to happen at her even more by the intrusion. "I want you to this Magical time of the year. have this." My words following my heart, as I not only offered her my bird, but my entire bounty, As I started back into Walmart, I looked again to overflowing basket and all. She looked up from the sky. There was a special glow, that I did not her tear-stained , make-up smeared eyes, and at notice before. It was the glow of Christmas Joy, first, couldn't say a word. Unbelieving, then she Christmas Love. It was the glow of Christmas turned away with pride. Magic. I re-entered the store and the cart lady offered me an empty cart, and before I could re"I, I don't want your pity! I don't need a trieve it, a heavy-set lady in a hurry, snatched it, handout!" She clutched her children closer to her and was off to the races. and got up to leave. I reached out to her, touched her arm. I gladly took the next cart offered to me by the cart lady. smiling all the way into the store, as "No Ma'am," I calmly offered. "It's Christmas! the left front wheel squeaked and skidded with Please, take it. Take it all. It is my present to you. every step I took. Really, I mean it. Please." She could not believe her eyes or her ears. "Nobody does this crazy thing!" She said, unbelieving. I just smiled and again offered her my full cart, smiling.


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