December 23, 2008
FRESH TRACKS
And not so fresh, but really cool — raccoon tracks in frozen relief.
Below is the trace left by my little wood pile squirrel. I just love the ‘stories’ one finds in the snow and ice.
Archive for December, 2008
December 18, 2008
Happy release day, Toni
My good friend Toni Anderson’s book HER SANCTUARY releases today as an e-book with Wild Rose Press.
Running for her life, ex-FBI agent Elizabeth Ward escapes to Montana with a new identity. She craves peace and solitude, but instead finds handsome rancher Nat Sullivan.
Nat is trying to hold his ailing family together, while struggling to keep the ranch from bankruptcy. The last thing he needs is a beautiful stranger reminding him there is more to life than work.
But Elizabeth isn’t what she seems. And when a murderer and rapist track her down to the remote ranch, they all find out about the power of revenge.
Revenge or Redemption…Which would you choose?
WHAT THE REVIEWS SAY…
5 ANGELS “Suspenseful, riveting and explosive, this reader absolutely loved this story.” ~FAR
4.5 BLUE RIBBONS “Ms. Anderson presents us with one fantastic story that has me wanting more.” ~Romance Junkies
“For a fast paced, enjoyable read filled with secrets and surprises, HER SANCTUARY will fill all your expectations.” ~Romance Reviews Today
“Don’t miss out on Eliza and Nat’s tale. They are just waiting for you to join them in the modern wild west of Montana.” ~Loves Romances Reviews
Congrats, Toni!
December 17, 2008
WHICH STORY LIVES, WHICH DIES, AND WHY …
Dh’s day in the backcountry.
Why story is matter of survival …. find out at Riding With The Top Down where I am giving away a copy DEEP SURVIVAL, WHO LIVES, WHO DIES AND WHY, (awesome book!) and a copy of MANHUNTER. Please stop by and visit, and post a comment to be entered …
December 14, 2008
HEADING INTO CALLAGHAN COUNTRY
The best pace to spend a winter weekend. On skis. With DH.
It’s beginning to look like Christmas …
The fruit has been soaking in brandy since December 1. Yesterday it was baked into the cake. The cake is now wrapped in brandy-soaked cloth, after which it will be coated in home-made almond paste, and then icing. Finally, it feels like the season …
“Finally, a psychopath which is written as a psychopath…”
The aftermath of the Mayerthorpe incident — the real event that inspired Gabe Caruso.
Another MANHUNTER review, this one from AztecLady: “Going by the blurb, one would think that Silver and Gabe spend most their time rolling around in the proverbial hay. The reality is that most of the novel deals with the minutiae of tracking, the psychology of the serial killer, and the growth both these characters undergo throughout the novel.
Both Gabe and Silver have emotional scars, of which their physical scars bear symbol. The killer has an uncanny instinct to find these weaknesses in those he stalks and exploit it. In Gabe’s case, it was the killer himself who inflicted the wounds Gabe is still struggling to heal from. Interestingly, the situation is quite different with Silver. The killer originally zeroes in on her because of her well known tracking ability, and therefore he has to study her a bit in order to find her trigger.
The game of cat and mouse—hunter and prey—the three of them play is truly fascinating, and Ms White’s writing conveys perfectly the sense of danger, of urgency, of very real desperation Gabe and Silver feel as a result of the killer’s actions. Simultaneously, the killer’s point of view (thankfully limited) is chilling in its coldness. Finally, a psychopath which is written as a psychopath, instead of caricature of the breed—cold, determined, intelligent, devoid of the most basic of human emotions or moral/ethical compass.
While obviously expecting a positive resolution—this is after all a genre romance novel—I was never sure of how exactly it was going to happen, and was never sure exactly how far, emotionally and physically, the author would push her characters. Turns out she did push them, harder and further than many other romantic suspense books I’ve read, including some rather lengthier ones …..”
Aztec Lady hated the back cover blurb though — felt it didn’t reflect the story. Her thoughts here
Mounties march to the funeral of slain officers. A sea of red serge.
