Review~ Scars from a Memoir by the twisted & talented Marni Mann

After reading Marni Mann's debut novel, Memoirs Aren't Fairytales, I couldn’t wait to find out what became of Nicole. (See my review here) 

I was hoping she would be able to somehow straighten out her life and find happiness.  Realistically, her chances of overcoming her heroin addiction were slim and she had done so much damage to her friends and family… Could she possibly pick up the pieces?

The story finds Nicole just as she has been released from prison. She is clean and sober and it looks like she wants to follow the rules and do the right thing.  She moves in to a ‘halfway house’ and finds a job.

 

She even finds a new romantic interest- which is technically frowned upon by her drug counselors.  They advise newly clean addicts to wait at least a year before getting involved in a relationship.  This could be trouble…

On the one hand, things are looking great.  A bright future is ahead.  But then there are those ugly red flags; both new threats and ghosts from her previous life.

No one can really escape from their past and Nicole is no exception.  She is fiercely independent- to a fault.  She is choosing to live her life on her terms. Her bravado causes her to make some foolish decisions that put her life in jeopardy. At times you may want to shake her and shout, “Don’t be so stubborn!”

Nicole seems to have nine lives, but how many has she already used?

Here's all of Marni Mann's contact information and links to her gripping books:

Website

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Goodreads

Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales

Amazon

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Scars from a Memoir

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Review: The Lost Tourist Franchise~ great short read!

I really enjoyed this book. It was my first book from the talented author Charles Dougherty. I am now on my second and plan to read his entire collection.  Yes, I'm hooked. 

I love short stories and this one was exceptional.  It was short enough to read in one sitting, yet it was rich in descriptive detail & intrigue.  It kept me engaged beginning to end. It also kept me wondering…  

Donald is a likable character; a young soldier who has had his share of hard luck.  Then there is Luther, he seems to be in the right place at the right time.  I like Luther. He was there for Donald, and he took him under his wing.  He’s a good man…or is he? 

You and Donald may have your suspicions, but you want to give Luther the benefit of the doubt.  Yet there are those darn red flags...

Find the book here

Read my intriguing interview with author, Charles Dougherty here

This was the scariest interview- EVER!

Character Interview with Sue

K- Hi Sue. Thank you for joining me for this interview. Your story has touched many and brought with it several burning questions. I guess the first question in my mind is what attracted you to Zeke in the first place?

S- It was his looks that first caught my attention. And then he spoke. His voice was like honey. His eyes were an electric blue, vibrant, and his body was to die for. Plus, he had a way of looking at me like I was really special. I couldn’t believe he was interested in me, at all. Let’s face it; he’s hot.

K-I get that.  He is a good looking guy, but looks are only skin deep.  (Shaking my head, feeling a tad judgmental...foolish girl!) Even when Zeke humiliated you, you always found a way to justify his behavior and forgive him. Why did you ignore all those warning signs early on??

S- At the time, I was convinced he didn’t mean to hurt me. I felt he was using me as an outlet to vent the pain of his bad upbringing; plus, I rationalized that due to his creative nature he had a sensitive temperament.

K-Well, I can understand how you might have gone into “savior mode”; I think most women have experienced that at least once in their lives.  I guess that’s part of the appeal of the “bad boy”. (Softening... feeling empathetic, placing my hand on hers,) Why did you believe the lies that Zeke told you about your parents, when you had only known him for a short time?

S- He was a master of words. Zeke had a way of manipulating my thoughts and convincing me he was right. I didn’t really believe everything he said, but he had a way of planting doubt in my mind.

K-He is definitely a master of manipulation. It’s his gift… a gift he uses for evil…(Looking into Sue's eyes and seeing the loss & betrayal) Out of all of the horrible experiences you went through with Zeke, what was the most painful?

S- Other than at the very last, the worst was when he found out I’d called home. Not only did he hurt me physically, but I got my first true look into the dangerous mind behind the façade of his charm.

K-That must have been so terrifying. (Suddenly feeling very protective of Sue) You experienced horror beyond imagination with Zeke.  Thank God you are alive to tell the tale.  What lesson would you share with other young girls who might fall prey to another Zeke?

S- First off, look past the surface and don’t ignore any warning signs. If a man tries to control you, has an unpredictable temper, and convinces you to do things you know are wrong, you need to do an about-face, walk away, and don’t look back.

K- That’s great advice, Sue.  Maybe by sharing your story, you can save another young girl.  Thank you for sharing with us and best of luck to you. ( I hug Sue tightly and pray that other young girls will hear this message)

Character interview with Zeke

K- Hello Zeke thank you for agreeing to do this interview.  I have to admit I was reluctant to meet with you, but I think everyone is curious to find what motivates someone to orchestrate such pure evil. (My heart is pounding so loudly in fear... I hope he can't hear it) My first question is this: at times you acted in an almost loving manner towards Sue; did you have any feelings for her at all?

Z- What do you mean act? I wasn’t acting; I loved Sue, at least to begin with. After a while, she became somewhat of a bore. But that’s old history; let’s talk about you. So your name is Kat, that’s really unusual. Does it stand for Katrina? It has poetic aspects to it. You do know I write poetry don’t you? I’d like to show you some of my stuff sometime.

K-No, it’s Kathleen. (Feeling strangely flattered, as his mesmerizing eyes seem to look into my soul) But let’s talk about you. You seem to feel no guilt about the horrendous crimes that you have committed. How do you justify your actions?

Z- Crimes? Look, I might have gotten carried away a time or two, but accidents happen. I mean, come on, Kat, (laughs softly) have you ever seen me deliberately hurt someone?

K-You were able to manipulate Sue so easily, you seem to know exactly how to control her. (Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, horrified that this monster could affect me this way) Did you see something in her that made her a likely target?

Z- Kat, really, target? I don’t like the word target. I see potential in every woman; Sue was desperately looking for love. I could almost taste her need for acceptance, it was so strong.

K-You use your sexuality and charm as a lure and a tool in manipulating your victims. Do you even enjoy the sex? (I damn the color that starts to blush my cheeks)

Z- Hell yes, I enjoy it. It’s all good. I have a very large…sexuality, if you know what I mean. Why don’t we go grab a bite to eat and discuss it? By the way, do you have any money? I seem to have forgotten my wallet.

K-I get the impression that you feel a sense of entitlement, (sitting up straighter, finally snapping out of his spell...the money part did it) what makes you feel that the world owes you?

Z- I’ve never insinuated I was owed anything. Don’t put words in my mouth, kitten. But now that you’ve brought it up, I do deserve more from life than I’ve gotten.

K-When did you first start killing? (Feeling the hatred rise up in my throat)

Z- Whoa! Hold on there, kitten. I’ve never killed anyone. What kind of monster do you think I am? I can’t be held responsible when people die. It’s not my fault if a woman is too delicate to handle the needs of a real man.

K-Do you have any plans for the future? (Sickened, and wishing him dead) What makes Zeke happy?

Z- I plan to publish my poetry someday soon. And then I’d like to find the perfect woman, someone soft, pliable, and willing. It would be absolutely perfect if she was generous with her money. Then we could travel and experience life to its fullest. That’s what it’s all about, really. Experiencing life. What are your future plans, kitten? Feel like a road trip?

K- No thank you.  Good luck to you, Zeke. (I quickly leave the room, feeling quite shaken, having just met the most dangerous breed of predator.)

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Famous author, Marni Mann provides insight on her chilling tales of addiction & violence

I am delighted to have the talented & lovely author Marni Mann as my guest host today.  She has just released Scars from a Memoir, her second book, a sequel to the highly regarded Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales: A Story of Addiction. Enjoy...

 I was 16-years-old when I saw you, addiction, for the first time. I had heard your name whispered at school and around town, but we had never formally met. Your presence lingered in the air long before my eyes found you. Your strength startled me speechless, and my body shook with fear as we were introduced. Not your typical introduction, I would imagine, but nothing about you was typical. I was on the outside, you see, watching your side effects, how my best friend changed when she was with you, and when she fell for you. You showed her the darkness. You made her…addicted.

When I was in fifth grade, a cop came into our classroom. We were all wearing our black T-shirts with D.A.R.E across the front. We stared at the cop while he paced in front of the chalkboard, showing us poster-sized pictures of different kinds of drugs. When he got to heroin, he said it was like a terrorist. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it was something bad.

She drank eighteen beers, then stuck her finger down her throat so she would be sober enough to drive home. She said she had a chronic sinus infection to justify her constant sniffing and runny nose. The scabs on her arms were mosquito bites that had gotten infected. There were more excuses, but I stopped listening.

Five wax-paper packets with their stamped emblems—a skull and crossbones—were lined up on the table. I opened each one slowly and dumped the powder onto a spoon. I took the orange cap off the rig and filled the syringe. The head of the needle pricked my skin. When I pulled back on the plunger, my blood came through the chamber like a head of broccoli before mixing with the clear liquid.  

You caused her expression to turn hunger-like. Your acceleration was faster than an eight-cylinder. Hands clenched from need, lips dampened, nostrils flared. I tried to stop you or, at the very least, slow you down. But you blew right through me. Once you took her over, she no longer saw me. She didn’t hear me. She didn’t feel the love of our friendship. She lied and stole; she fought with words. And fists. Then she overdosed.

The rush was like an orgasm. The dreams were like an acid trip. Bright colors swirled together and formed scenes like in action movies. I was jumping over rooftops and parasailing over the Atlantic. The warmth that spread over my body was like the sun beating down, inches above my skin. It was magic.

At sixteen, I didn’t understand the damage you could cause. The pain you would leave in your wake. I learned quickly, though, when I stared into her open casket. They airbrushed her face; a cheek I had kissed when a hug good-bye just wasn’t enough. They folded her hands across her chest; hands that had wiped my tears, patted my back, clung to my fingers when I needed someone to hold onto.

Heroin was my air. It had a hold of me like we were chained together and those shackles weren’t just around my wrists, they were tied around my brain too. My name is Nicole Brown, and my story is Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales and, it’s sequel, Scars from a Memoir.

Fifteen years have passed and I’ve lost more friends to addiction. Some have achieved sobriety and have stayed clean, others are using as much as they were when we were sixteen, and the rest have turned into memories. My skin prickles every time my phone rings past midnight. The feeling of loss is sharp and painful and it never gets any easier. Pain is what inspired my first two novels. And as for She, I miss you, my friend.

A New Englander at heart, Marni Mann, now a Floridian is inspired by the sandy beaches and hot pink sunsets of Sarasota. A writer of literary fiction, she taps a mainstream appeal and shakes worldwide taboos, taking her readers on a dark, harrowing, and gritty journey. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, she’s scouring for chocolate, traveling, reading, or walking her four-legged children. Scars from a Memoir is her second book, a sequel to the highly regarded Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales: A Story of Addiction, my review here.

Thank you so much for sharing, Marni. It's always a pleasure to have you, please come again : ))

Here's all of Marni's contact information and links to her gripping books:

Website: http://marnismann.com

Twitter: @MarniMann
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/mcbmann

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5400988.Marni_Mann

Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Memoirs-Arent-Fairytales-Addiction-ebook/dp/B006OO7L58/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1343311533&sr=1-1

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/memoirs-arent-fairytales-marni-mann/1108043373?ean=2940013856202&itm=1&usri=marni+mann

 

Scars from a Memoir

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Scars-From-Memoir-Marni-Mann/dp/1935961640/ref=la_B006OB9CHQ_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1343784922&sr=1-2

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/scars-from-a-memoir-marni-mann/1112297819?ean=2940015027068 

Micheal Rivers does it again! Writing exercise will give you nightmares...

I knew I would love this book, and I was right.  I’ve enjoyed Micheal River’s other books and I was looking forward to the release of Verliege.

This story teller has an evocative style of writing. He will take you on a dark journey, yet it’s never too far from the light that seems to shine through, perhaps from the writer himself.

The tale begins in a secret prison; a luxurious jail for powerful and rich criminals.  This is where you learn of a murder and the curious circumstances surrounding the crime. You are quickly transported to a small old world town in Germany, where you will find the Castle Verliege. The descriptive prose pulls you in, making you feel the chill of the old castle, the musty smell of hidden secrets. 

However, this is more than a ghost story, it is a psychological thriller.  With every twist and turn, you are more entranced. There is unthinkable evil and violence, yet, like the trees that dot the orchard, love finds a way to blossom at the Castle Verliege.

When it ends, you will be haunted…for days.

Interview with Micheal Rivers

K- Thank you so much for joining us, Micheal.  You did it again.   Verliege is fabulous! Your books always provide so many intricate details, how did you research for this book, and was there any personal inspiration for this story?

M:  Thank you Kathleen, I am glad you enjoyed it. It is good to talk with you again. Verliege is an enigma wrapped in a puzzle as far as research is concerned. The castle itself is a combination of four to five different castles all in different countries. The actual castle you read about in the story is a construction of my own design. The prison, the castle and the characters are pure imagination with some research here and there to fortify them. The story was inspired by some old memories of some people I met many years ago and a few hauntingly good events of recent years. The politics involved as far as retaining dual citizenship and a few other things are not an unusual occurrence if the right people and money have been provided.

K: I know that you are a paranormal investigator and the founder of the Smokey Mountain Ghost Trackers.  I have to wonder if any of your scenes are based on real experiences?

M: Yes, as a matter of fact they are as well as the equipment described in the book. The smell of perfume without the presence of the person wearing it, the movement of the objects in the game room is indeed actual events from an investigation. The manner in which some of the investigation took place is the same as real time. There are many instances in the book that are taken from my archives of actual investigations.

K:  Can you describe your writing style?  What is a typical day in the life of Micheal Rivers… starting with the time you wake up, meals, beverages, everything in between & bedtime.

M: I use the Chicago manual of style straight up with a spark of insanity. A typical day for me! I don’t think I ever had a typical day. My body wakes up a piece at the time due to heavy mileage and way too many incidents in life. From there me and the dog drag ourselves through the front door cigarettes in hand and go for a walk. I think she walks me instead of the other way around.

I am a junk food lover and sandwiches are at the top of the list. I would rather eat a sandwich than have a big thick steak. If it has healthy written on it I try to avoid it at all cost. But when I am hungry anything is good I guess. I am very easy to please in that department. Pepsi is my all-time beverage. It is rare I drink alcohol, sweet tea is good, and a few other things as well. The day is usually full of surprises and never a dull moment. Once in awhile a spark of normalcy sneaks in and I get lost in thought. Bedtime is whenever I can sleep. Sleep is a very evasive thing most of the time. 

K: I appreciate a good sandwich, myself.  Rachel Ray makes some pretty incredible sandwiches on her show.

When this book is made into a movie, who would you like to see cast in the roles?

M: I don’t have a clue to be honest. There are so many that would look good in the parts, I say try them all and see who looks the best.

K: Are you in the mood for the “writing exercise”?

M: Sure, I’ll give it shot.

K: Okay, here is your scene.  Your mission, should you accept it, is to re-write the scene in your special style:

Anil sat quietly in the dark room, staring down into the amber liquid in the glass he held in his hand. He quickly swallowed the whiskey, in one gulp. Then he screamed out filthy obscenities, while he hurled the glass to the floor. He grimaced as a large glass shard bounced up and lodged in his bare ankle. He reached down and grabbed the glass shard, and pushed it deeply in to his skin, and then pulled the shard through his leg, all the way up to his knee. 

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

He screamed out in pain and then grabbed the glass shard and threw it back on the floor. He didn't notice the blood gushing down his leg and pooling on the floor. He felt a little better now. He had discovered that cutting himself seemed to calm him down. Sometimes he became so irate and agitated it took more than just a few cuts. It was starting to escalate. Like a drug, he needed more and more. The month before he was not able to soothe himself until he had sliced off his pinky finger

(Note: Just a, FYI: Anil is a bad guy. He was a jilted groom who vowed & took revenge in my book, ‘Hiren’s Magical Adventure’. )

M: Anil stood naked in the center of his room staring into a glass tumbler, gently rolling the liquid from side to side. He could barely see the amber liquid in the faint light coming in from the window next to his bed. Breathing deeply he could smell the aroma of a strong wine. How he loved the smell of this particular blend.

Bringing it slowly to his lips he opened his mouth and drained the glass in one easy gulp, grimacing at the bite of the thick liquid as it made its way down his throat. His rage became the better of him and he hurled the glass with all his might to the floor. “Damn them, how he hated those around him who had called themselves his friends.

The glass shattered sending razor sharp shards into his leg. One of the glass shards could not be called small by any means and had lodged itself into his skin just above his ankle. Reaching down he barely made a sound as he pulled the glass straight up slicing himself deeply from his ankle to his knee. He moaned softly. Who would understand that an act such as this would bring him such comfort?

The rage inside of him was building more with every breath he took. “She lied! He screamed into the darkness. “She said she loved me and has taken the arms of another.”

The blood was pooling around his feet, yet it was nothing to him. Over the months he had found he was able to cope with his anger by cutting himself. It had been a mere fortnight ago he had sliced off his little finger in a fit of jealous rage. Needing the relief he felt by disfiguring himself it was fast becoming not enough to sooth him. Tonight he would heal his soul in such a way he would be able to face life with a smile upon his face. Yes, tonight he would avenge himself by taking the life of another, a life belonging to someone who had betrayed him beyond words.

K: Wow!  I was not expecting that! You never disappoint, Micheal.  That was so twisted- it gave me palpitations! 

Thank you so much.  It was great chatting with you.  Can you please tell us what’s coming up and where we can find you on the web?

M: It is always good to talk with you and hope you come back soon. Thank you for sharing. Currently I am working on three novels at the same time. However I do not know exactly which one I will choose to release when the time is right. You can find me at michealrivers.com. Stop in and say hello. Drag up a chair and we’ll spend the day watching the world go by at a rate faster than a speeding snail at Darlington.

Buy 'Verliege' here.  
Follow Micheal on Twitter here.   
Visit Micheal's website here.

Verliege~review, interview and gripping writing exercise with Micheal Rivers

I knew I would love this book, and I was right.  I’ve enjoyed Micheal River’s other books and I was looking forward to the release of Verliege.

This story teller has an evocative style of writing. He will take you on a dark journey, yet it’s never too far from the light that seems to shine through, perhaps from the writer himself.

The tale begins in a secret prison; a luxurious jail for powerful and rich criminals.  This is where you learn of a murder and the curious circumstances surrounding the crime. You are quickly transported to a small old world town in Germany, where you will find the Castle Verliege. The descriptive prose pulls you in, making you feel the chill of the old castle, the musty smell of hidden secrets. 

However, this is more than a ghost story, it is a psychological thriller.  With every twist and turn, you are more entranced. There is unthinkable evil and violence, yet, like the trees that dot the orchard, love finds a way to blossom at the Castle Verliege.

When it ends, you will be haunted…for days.

Interview with Micheal Rivers

K- Thank you so much for joining us, Micheal.  You did it again.   Verliege is fabulous! Your books always provide so many intricate details, how did you research for this book, and was there any personal inspiration for this story?

M:  Thank you Kathleen, I am glad you enjoyed it. It is good to talk with you again. Verliege is an enigma wrapped in a puzzle as far as research is concerned. The castle itself is a combination of four to five different castles all in different countries. The actual castle you read about in the story is a construction of my own design. The prison, the castle and the characters are pure imagination with some research here and there to fortify them. The story was inspired by some old memories of some people I met many years ago and a few hauntingly good events of recent years. The politics involved as far as retaining dual citizenship and a few other things are not an unusual occurrence if the right people and money have been provided.

K: I know that you are a paranormal investigator and the founder of the Smokey Mountain Ghost Trackers.  I have to wonder if any of your scenes are based on real experiences?

M: Yes, as a matter of fact they are as well as the equipment described in the book. The smell of perfume without the presence of the person wearing it, the movement of the objects in the game room is indeed actual events from an investigation. The manner in which some of the investigation took place is the same as real time. There are many instances in the book that are taken from my archives of actual investigations.

K:  Can you describe your writing style?  What is a typical day in the life of Micheal Rivers… starting with the time you wake up, meals, beverages, everything in between & bedtime.

M: I use the Chicago manual of style straight up with a spark of insanity. A typical day for me! I don’t think I ever had a typical day. My body wakes up a piece at the time due to heavy mileage and way too many incidents in life. From there me and the dog drag ourselves through the front door cigarettes in hand and go for a walk. I think she walks me instead of the other way around.

I am a junk food lover and sandwiches are at the top of the list. I would rather eat a sandwich than have a big thick steak. If it has healthy written on it I try to avoid it at all cost. But when I am hungry anything is good I guess. I am very easy to please in that department. Pepsi is my all-time beverage. It is rare I drink alcohol, sweet tea is good, and a few other things as well. The day is usually full of surprises and never a dull moment. Once in awhile a spark of normalcy sneaks in and I get lost in thought. Bedtime is whenever I can sleep. Sleep is a very evasive thing most of the time. 

K: I appreciate a good sandwich, myself.  Rachel Ray makes some pretty incredible sandwiches on her show.

When this book is made into a movie, who would you like to see cast in the roles?

M: I don’t have a clue to be honest. There are so many that would look good in the parts, I say try them all and see who looks the best.

K: Are you in the mood for the “writing exercise”?

M: Sure, I’ll give it shot.

K: Okay, here is your scene.  Your mission, should you accept it, is to re-write the scene in your special style:

Anil sat quietly in the dark room, staring down into the amber liquid in the glass he held in his hand. He quickly swallowed the whiskey, in one gulp. Then he screamed out filthy obscenities, while he hurled the glass to the floor. He grimaced as a large glass shard bounced up and lodged in his bare ankle. He reached down and grabbed the glass shard, and pushed it deeply in to his skin, and then pulled the shard through his leg, all the way up to his knee. 

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

He screamed out in pain and then grabbed the glass shard and threw it back on the floor. He didn't notice the blood gushing down his leg and pooling on the floor. He felt a little better now. He had discovered that cutting himself seemed to calm him down. Sometimes he became so irate and agitated it took more than just a few cuts. It was starting to escalate. Like a drug, he needed more and more. The month before he was not able to soothe himself until he had sliced off his pinky finger

(Note: Just a, FYI: Anil is a bad guy. He was a jilted groom who vowed & took revenge in my book, ‘Hiren’s Magical Adventure’. )

M: Anil stood naked in the center of his room staring into a glass tumbler, gently rolling the liquid from side to side. He could barely see the amber liquid in the faint light coming in from the window next to his bed. Breathing deeply he could smell the aroma of a strong wine. How he loved the smell of this particular blend.

Bringing it slowly to his lips he opened his mouth and drained the glass in one easy gulp, grimacing at the bite of the thick liquid as it made its way down his throat. His rage became the better of him and he hurled the glass with all his might to the floor. “Damn them, how he hated those around him who had called themselves his friends.

The glass shattered sending razor sharp shards into his leg. One of the glass shards could not be called small by any means and had lodged itself into his skin just above his ankle. Reaching down he barely made a sound as he pulled the glass straight up slicing himself deeply from his ankle to his knee. He moaned softly. Who would understand that an act such as this would bring him such comfort?

The rage inside of him was building more with every breath he took. “She lied! He screamed into the darkness. “She said she loved me and has taken the arms of another.”

The blood was pooling around his feet, yet it was nothing to him. Over the months he had found he was able to cope with his anger by cutting himself. It had been a mere fortnight ago he had sliced off his little finger in a fit of jealous rage. Needing the relief he felt by disfiguring himself it was fast becoming not enough to sooth him. Tonight he would heal his soul in such a way he would be able to face life with a smile upon his face. Yes, tonight he would avenge himself by taking the life of another, a life belonging to someone who had betrayed him beyond words.

K: Wow!  I was not expecting that! You never disappoint, Micheal.  That was so twisted- it gave me palpitations! 

Thank you so much.  It was great chatting with you.  Can you please tell us what’s coming up and where we can find you on the web?

M: It is always good to talk with you and hope you come back soon. Thank you for sharing. Currently I am working on three novels at the same time. However I do not know exactly which one I will choose to release when the time is right. You can find me at michealrivers.com. Stop in and say hello. Drag up a chair and we’ll spend the day watching the world go by at a rate faster than a speeding snail at Darlington.

Buy 'Verliege' here.  
Follow Micheal on Twitter here.   
Visit Micheal's website here.

Edward Gordon- book review and gut wrenching interview!

Edward Gordon brought about a soul searching experience with this interview!
http://gamblersgame.co.uk/author-interviews/author-interview-with-kathleen-patel/