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A Devil of a Time A Devil of a Time

Captain Niall McLane survives brutal captivity and a bloody revolution only to face a darker threat to his future with the woman he loves. When Niall becomes a suspect in a grotesque murder, his reputation as a merciless Indian fighter and scalphunter turns public opinion against him. Worse, the real killer has only begun to rampage, his sights set on those close to Niall.

Now the hunt for evil is on. Niall's only allies are Andrew Wade, a hopeless drunkard tormented by his own cowardice, and Andrew's young wife, Clarice, whom Niall secretly adores. After another murder occurs, Niall manages to stay out of jail, but can he protect Clarice from the formidable creature prowling in their midst?​​

From the mysterious forests of Kentucky to a graceful Virginia plantation, from the fevered heat of battle to the hope and struggle for renewal, A Devil of a Time weaves a tale of courage, betrayal and forbidden love, of three men grappling with the demons of their past, and the remarkable woman destined to change all their lives forever.​​

A Fitting Revenge A Fitting Revenge

Later, after the day’s discussions had given the other part of my brain a chance to think more rationally about events, I drove home in a calmer manner than in the morning. Cloud cover had begun to creep across the sky at about midday, gradually reducing the sun from a bright ghost behind a translucent screen to an unobtrusive and dimmer source of light. The ceiling dropped lower and lower as I drove and it was obvious that a stormy night was in store. By the time I was home, dark rolls of cloud were tumbling over and over in the rising wind, and the slab sided Defender rocked to every gust.
I put my key to the lock, but stopped short. My heart accelerated, thumping. My mouth went dry. I had locked the front door when I left, now it was almost closed. Almost, just half an inch of the jamb was showing. It open slowly and quietly to a gentle push. No sound could be heard over the storm and the odd creak from the old house. Precious little light entered through the small windows from that darkening sky; it was impossible to make out any detail in the room. I stood motionless until my eyes adjusted, the door pulled to behind me, listening for the slightest odd sound amidst the patter of the rain on the tiles and the rumble of the weather rolling in.
Every drawer and cupboard door was open, the contents strewn over the floor. Chair cushions had been ripped open and tossed to the side, one chair was on its back, the TV was on the floor, but intact. The kitchen did not look as if it had been touched. All this I took in at a glance. Was he still here? That was vital. Anger tried to surface. I forced it down; emotion could wait. I quietly crossed the room to my office. It was trashed. Files were ripped open and paper lay everywhere. Sellotape, scissors, paper clips and pens were strewn across the floor. The bookshelf had been tipped over, and my laptop had been given a stomping.
Lighting flashed, illuminating the room for a second, the devastation stark. An immediate crack of thunder showed how close the strike had been. The shock was distracting, but a little noise behind me wasn’t right. A rustle of clothes, a breath close by, I don’t know, but it shouldn’t have been there. I ducked and turned. Something clipped my ear and glanced off my left shoulder dropping me to the floor. A broad, dark, hooded figure stood over me, a jemmy high above his head, the curved end silhouetted by the window. It swept down again, seemingly in slow motion. I rolled away just in time. It thudded into the floor. It went up above his head for the next blow. He wasn’t going to miss again. Hooking my left foot behind his to jam it, I stabbed at the front of his knee with my right one. He grunted in pain and fell over backwards. I tried to get up, but my shoulder wouldn’t support the move. I rolled over to use the other side, but he had already clambered to his feet and run out, limping heavily.
He half ran and half hopped down the drive, disappearing in the rain before he reached the gate. He was in no state to continue the fight, thank goodness; I certainly wasn’t. The whole episode had probably lasted no more than ten seconds, less, but it felt an age. Talking of age, I poured an twelve year old malt down my throat and then added a touch of water to the next one.

Michael Hoard - A Forsaken Soul A Forsaken Soul

So, like every other time in the past that my mind has run wild, I take a deep breath and try to bring under control the activity in my mind that is threatening to break through the defensive wall that I have constructed for my protection. I stare up at the ceiling of my very small home and concentrate on the sounds that surround me. Unconsciously, like all the other times in the past when I have concentrated on the night sounds, my mind takes me back to a better place, a safer place.

I hear the jingle of Lucky’s collar as he walks through my family’s home late one night, doing a family dog’s job of making sure that all this world’s dangers are kept out, when, in reality, I am hearing a ring of keys that are hanging from a guard’s belt, bumping against his leg as he patrols the corridors, keeping danger in, not out. I am comforted by the familiar sound of my father’s snoring coming from my parents’ room when, in reality, I am blocking out the sound of fifty different snores in order to focus on one. Fifty other’s snoring so loudly that it would seem impossible that they could sleep through their own noise. Speakers in their sleep, caught up in a nightmare continuing from the day before, are substituted with the innocent rambling of my brother who is sleeping fitfully in the bed right next to my own.

A Human Veneer A Human Veneer

End of the Road

The sickly yellows suns that line the motorway are long behind us
busy white eyes of oncoming traffic a faded glow on retinas
replaced with a twisted country lane and hanging stars

dark corners
blind rises
tree covered falls

traversed without a word being spoken
now the rhythm of a radio is cut silent to static for the


of a tired engine cooling itself to sleep
no more path
no more smoothed surface
no more looking forward
for us there is only what has gone before
and a black uninviting void

fear filled

lying across the Irish sea
so still as if it was not there in the darkness at all
so still
still we don’t speak
and dare not turn the key
because we know this is end of the road

A Life No Less Than Perfect A Life No Less Than Perfect

I was in an accident right after high school. The Saturday after graduation, my best friend Clarissa was driving us to an end of school year party at a classmate’s house. We never made it. I don’t know what caused the accident. I was in a coma for over a month. When I woke up my parents were the first faces I saw. I was so out of it. At first I was disoriented and confused. I didn’t know where I was or how I ended up there. No one would tell me anything. I wasn’t allowed to watch television or listen to the radio. I guess they didn’t want to overexert me and send me into panic mode. I remained in the hospital for a week after I woke. The doctors put me through a series of extensive tests during the week. Physically I was fine with the exception of a few scars from cuts and bruises caused by the accident. Mentally...I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. When I was released and my parents took me home. That’s when they decided it was time I learned what happened; or at least what they knew from the accident reports. I sat quietly and stunned listening to them recount the events that happened after the accident. The reports said our car was found off a curve down in a ravine. There was no indication of foul play and our blood alcohol levels were clean. They couldn’t conclusively say what exactly could have caused it. I was found unconscious and immediately taken to the hospital. Clarissa was pronounced dead at the scene.

A Light Beyond The Darkness A Light Beyond The Darkness

A young Amazon who has been at war with the vampires since as long as she can remember, is wounded in battle. Little does she know that she is being watched by something that is lurking in the shadows. Will she find death because of her wounds? Or will she transform into the thing which she has been at war with? Find out if she will fade to black or if she will become the Light Beyond The Darkness.

A Light in the Dark A Light in the Dark

Hearing the Voices of the dead is something Gracie Charles has endured her entire life. When the power grid suddenly fails across the globe, she finds herself alone and facing a dark and dangerous journey through an unforgiving landscape, in hopes of finding sanctuary with friends who share her gift.

Angel Parker - A Love Fulfilled A Love Fulfilled

Jess​ ​has​ ​only​ ​been​ ​here​ ​for​ ​two​ ​and​ ​a​ ​half​ ​weeks​ ​and​ ​my​ ​resolve​ ​is​ ​already starting​ ​to​ ​thin.​ ​​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​I​ ​would​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​do​ ​this.​ ​​ ​It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​simple​ ​plan.​ ​​ ​Jess​ ​would move​ ​in.​ ​​ ​We​ ​would​ ​still​ ​hang​ ​out​ ​like​ ​always.​ ​​ ​She​ ​would​ ​go​ ​about​ ​her​ ​normal​ ​activities and​ ​I’d​ ​do​ ​the​ ​same.​ ​​ ​Only,​ ​plans​ ​aren’t​ ​quite​ ​working​ ​out​ ​that​ ​way.​ ​​ ​We​ ​no​ ​longer​ ​have school​ ​and​ ​we​ ​don’t​ ​start​ ​work​ ​until​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​summer.​ ​​ ​As​ ​a​ ​result​ ​of​ ​these​ ​two​ ​things, we​ ​spend​ ​so​ ​much​ ​more​ ​time​ ​together​ ​now​ ​than​ ​before. From​ ​the​ ​moment​ ​she​ ​stepped​ ​through​ ​the​ ​doors​ ​of​ ​this​ ​apartment,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​over. Who​ ​would’ve​ ​thought​ ​that​ ​going​ ​over​ ​house​ ​rules​ ​would​ ​be​ ​so​ ​hard​ ​and​ ​stimulating.​ ​​ ​I was​ ​fine​ ​up​ ​until​ ​the​ ​moment​ ​she​ ​touched​ ​my​ ​thigh.​ ​​ ​Sure​ ​she’s​ ​touched​ ​me​ ​before;​ ​but it​ ​was​ ​always​ ​so​ ​innocent,​ ​playful​ ​​and ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​up.​ ​​ ​This​ ​particular​ ​touch, although​ ​innocent​ ​to​ ​her,​ ​was​ ​anything​ ​but​ ​for​ ​me.​ ​​ ​I​ ​have​ ​never​ ​in​ ​my​ ​lifetime,​ ​been​ ​so turned​ ​on​ ​by​ ​the​ ​mere​ ​touch​ ​of​ ​her​ ​hand;​ ​or​ ​anyone​ ​else’s​ ​hands.​ ​​ ​She​ ​doesn’t​ ​know​ ​it, but​ ​that​ ​touch​ ​sparked​ ​something​ ​in​ ​me​ ​that​ ​I’ve​ ​been​ ​holding​ ​back​ ​for​ ​years. She​ ​struts​ ​around​ ​here​ ​in​ ​her​ ​tiny​ ​shorts​ ​and​ ​tank​ ​tops​ ​at​ ​night;​ ​those​ ​legs​ ​of​ ​hers sweeping​ ​out​ ​from​ ​beneath​ ​them.​ ​​ ​I​ ​try​ ​to​ ​be​ ​the​ ​respectful​ ​best​ ​friend.​ ​​ ​I​ ​pretend​ ​I​ ​don’t notice,​ ​but​ ​a​ ​guy​ ​can​ ​only​ ​take​ ​so​ ​much.​ ​​ ​I’m​ ​noticing​ ​things​ ​about​ ​her​ ​I’ve​ ​never​ ​noticed before.​ ​​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​everything​ ​about​ ​her.​ ​​ ​I’m​ ​quickly​ ​finding​ ​out​ ​that​ ​there​ ​is​ ​so much​ ​more​ ​to​ ​Jess​ ​than​ ​I​ ​realized​ ​and​ ​I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​know​ ​it​ ​all.
I​ ​don’t​ ​think​ ​I​ ​can​ ​hold​ ​back​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​​ ​Having​ ​her​ ​under​ ​the​ ​same​ ​roof​ ​with​ ​me day​ ​and​ ​night,​ ​it’s​ ​just​ ​a​ ​matter​ ​of​ ​time​ ​before​ ​I​ ​do​ ​something​ ​stupid​ ​to​ ​chase​ ​her​ ​away. So​ ​my​ ​heart​ ​has​ ​decided​ ​that​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​fighting​ ​what​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​for​ ​her,​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​win​ ​her over.​ ​​ ​There’s​ ​still​ ​our​ ​friendship​ ​that​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​consider.​ ​​ ​Which​ ​means​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​make​ ​a plan.​ ​​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​take​ ​this​ ​slow.​ ​​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​she​ ​falls​ ​for​ ​me​ ​before​ ​she​ ​realizes how​ ​deeply​ ​I’ve​ ​fallen​ ​for​ ​her​ ​already.​ ​​ ​Slow​ ​and​ ​steady​ ​always​ ​wins​ ​the​ ​race​ ​right? That’s​ ​what​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​for...the​ ​win.

A Measure Of Faith A Measure Of Faith

Two weeks before her 40th birthday, Lynette receives distressing news from her doctor. Already feeling despondent over turning 40, this sends her into a whirlwind of all sorts of negative emotions. Her loving, supportive husband Robert, knowing she needs his love, support, and understanding now more than ever, is determined to give it all to her. However, in the midst of worrying that she may lose a vital part of what makes her a woman, Lynette discovers something she has been longing for all of her life. As the friction between her and Robert continues to increase and the pain of the past closes in on her, she wonders if her faith is enough to help her endure.

A Mother's Heart A Mother's Heart

It can be lonely parenting a special needs child, but you are not alone.
A Memoir / Self-Help book by Eichin Chang-Lim.

Parenting is a challenging journey, especially when raising a child who requires extra attention. There are days when it feels as if you're trapped in a dark cave with no way out. The lonesomeness and helplessness exhaust you. You may be looking for some words of inspiration to know that you are not alone.

A Mother's Heart is a book for any parent in a similar circumstance. This book is written by a mother raising a special needs son with a genetic disorder. It encapsulates both the elements of a memoir and a self-help book. The author candidly shares her need to make heart-wrenching decisions throughout the journey, including family life and working with the school systems.

This is a book not only helpful for parents with a special needs child, it will also give insights to individuals who may encounter or be involved with parents of special needs children.

A Quivering Mass of Aches and Pains A Quivering Mass of Aches and Pains

You think I want to wander around in hell with you?

You quivering mass of aches and pains

Think again

I tried and tried to treat you as a human being

I wanted to love you

To cherish you

To be a couple

Imperfect at best, of course

But you would not even look at me when

You spoke to me

I had to remind you over and over

And over

Please look at me when you are talking to me

To no avail

I was there for you when you had your hip surgeries

And took you to all your follow up appointments

Went grocery shopping, gave you sponge baths

Massaged your good foot, and tried to touch your

Other foot, mangled from diabetes which you make

No attempt to control through diet or exercise

Just proclaim how its’ not your fault, it’s hereditary

As you stuff yourself with nothing but cheap pizzas

And then make a production of shooting up with insulin

And sleep 14 hours a day

And you yelled at me when I made the slightest mistake

And then expected me to do even more for you

No, I will not wander through the wasteland of your

Exalted self-perception, your entitlement fantasies and

Your exhausting political diatribes about the

Glories of socialism and the evils of anything that

Doesn’t agree with your fanatical views

And your only acceptable change of topic?

Your latest medical intervention

Which never changes anything

Just gives you another boring thing to broadcast

To the silently exasperated company

You’ve managed to gather around yourself

While you wander through

A hell of self-pity with only yourself to blame

Think again.

A Riffians Tune A Riffian's Tune

A Riffian's Tune is an autobiographical novel about forging your own path, the power of hope, and daring to step into the labyrinth of life - no matter what.

Deep in the heart of the rural Rif Mountains, one boy's life is dictated by tribal tradition, superstition and religion. But Jusef dreams of more; it's a dream that will send him far from his shepherding hills to the bustle of the big city in search of education, meaning and, above all, a different way of life.

From the richness of a story overflowing with tales of tragedies, courage and triumphs, Jusef's journey reveals the complexities of Moroccan culture and the overwhelming restraints facing those on the fringes.

As the country questions its identity in the fading period of colonial rule, one Berber boy must also challenge who he is and who he is meant to be - as he discovers in the fight against adversity, dreams might not be enough...