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I touch my belly and feel the beginning, the very beginning of change


Staring at that corner I know one thing, and I know it real clear, at once: this lovely dress, made of heavy satin and trimmed with lace and beading and what not, which I’ve dyed, the morning after the wedding, orange at the top and purple at the bottom, so it can still be used in the future—like, at dances and parties and stuff—this dress isn’t gonna to fit me no more.  Up to now I’ve pictured it in my head, shining awful brilliant, just like a rainbow, and swirling all around me; and with every step, billowing between my legs, and like, making me adorable, so adorable in Lenny’s eyes—but now that I touch my belly and feel the beginning, the very beginning of change, right here around my wa...
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Do No Harm: Unlawful Harvest by @pdworkmanauthor


MacKenzie reached for the ringing phone, trying to drag herself from sleep, but her hand encountered only the empty base of the phone, the wireless handset missing.   She pried her eyes open while feeling for it on the bedside table, knocking off keys and a glass and an empty bottle and other detritus. She swore and blinked and tried to focus. Where had she left the handset and who was calling her so early in the morning? The phone rang five times and went to her voicemail. Too late to answer it. She sank back down onto her pillow and closed her eyes. Whoever it was would have to wait.   But no sooner had it gone to voicemail than it started ringing again. MacKenzie groaned. “Are you serious...
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I must wake up. Can I?


If you can not see this chirbit, listen to it here https://chirb.it/nwfIy5 G rowing up, I didn’t care for fairytale characters. The one I disliked the most was Sleeping Beauty . Unfortunately, now I’ve turned into one.  This may sound like vanity, so let me be more precise. I don’t know about the Beauty part, because at the moment I have no idea how I look, and even if I did, I doubt I would like it. It’s the Sleeping part that frightens me. I can’t stand the prospect of being trapped here, in this miserable state, in hopes that one day I may be saved, somehow, by a kiss. My life—the little I know about it—is no fairytale, so what’s the point in waiting for magic? Anyway, I refuse to rely on...
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Without light, you cannot begin to appreciate darkness


Michael laid a hand against the door. Its lacquer finish failed to protect the wood stain from fading, after years of exposure to the elements. He pressed down the rusty handle. With a screech of its hinges, the door swung open. “Hello! Anyone home?” he called, feeling awkward for invading a private space, but crossing the threshold all the same. A damp sensation crept around the corners and over the moldy walls. Shadows stirred, yet when you turned to look back at them, they seemed to freeze. Every now and then there came a sound, like that of a finger scraping against a stone floor. Was it a lizard slipping back into a crack? A bug crawling underfoot?  A mound of small clay models appeared...
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Do No Harm: If A Tree Falls by @robertikatz


S eamus Sullivan was a very large man with a crooked smile, gentle brown eyes and a short, tangled beard. He lived in a small house constructed of pre-fab logs that stood on a wooded plot just outside of town. For the area, it was a common enough looking house, with a brick chimney, double-paned windows and a wooden porch containing a wooden swing, two chairs and a bench. From the outside, the house appeared to be no more than eight-hundred square feet but it contained a very large, very well appointed basement, originally built by moonshiners to hide their product. The basement was the feature that had most appealed to Seamus Sullivan when he purchased it, fifteen years before. He had a lot...
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How does she find their voices? Part II


I hope that like me, you are fascinated by how a narrator finds the voice for her characters.  Having shared her thoughts in broad terms in How does she find their voices? Part I , Heather Jane Hogan decided to give you one more glimpse, focusing in more depth on the characters in the audio edition of  Coma Confidential .  Heather voiced my characters in the audiobook editions of  My Own Voice (included in  Apart from Love ) and the audiobook edition of  Twisted . Her rendition of  Coma Confidential  is coming soon... Follow Heather on these sites:  Twitter   Website And take a listen to her voice in these 5-minutes voice samples  of the audiobook editions of my books: Original link
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Cover reveal: Overdose


While sitting in the hospital's waiting room (waiting for my loved one) I started to design the cover for my upcoming medical thriller.  Here it is: As you may know I design all my covers--usually based on my art, be it drawing or digital art, and this one is no exception. You may wonder: what inspired the composition?   It is a wonderful painting by Goya, depicting his own doctor taking good care of him at the time he fell sick.   By contrast, my Overdose cover hints at something more insidious, mainly by use of blue colors and by keeping the doctor's face masked. Original link
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Do No Harm: The Healer by @CFFBooks


The tired, small hatchback hit a rock next to the edge of the road and came to an unexpected and abrupt stop. Erica had not seen the bulky thing hidden underneath the uncut grass. She switched off the engine and got out. There seemed no significant damage to her old banger but she couldn’t care less right now, to be honest, and decided she would leave it parked here anyway. She must be close. Quite frankly, she considered herself lucky to have made it this far; the roads had been bumpy and her car was in a dire condition, too. It wouldn’t be much longer before it would have to be scrapped. Living in London she rarely needed it and had often been tempted to sell it anyway. This was deepest Wa...
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A Tale of Long Lasting Love

The Music of Us     Still Life with Memories, Book 3              By:                                                                                                                                 Uvi Poznansky                               Narrated by:                                                                                                                                 Don Warrick                      Length: 5 hrs and 50 mins     22 ratings     Overall 3.9
LISTENER Shannon G The Music of Us Still Life with Memories, Book 3By:  Uvi Poznansky Narrated by:  Don Warrick  A Tale of Long Lasting Love  Overall    ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️         4 out of 5 stars Performance    ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️         4 out of 5 stars Story    ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️         4 out of 5 stars Reviewed: 04-06-19 This is a beautifully written story of just how love can see us through the most difficult times in life. Dealing with Alzheimer disease is a very hard thing to do and Uvi Poznansky does a wonderful job portraying everyone's emotions. The characters are nicely developed and the story well written. I enjoyed listening to the memories Lenny shared with us. Seeing the love form from a bud and ...
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Do No Harm: Savage Art by @danielle1girard


Crouched in the closet, he waited for the sounds of her arrival. Sweat pooled beneath the black gloves, but his face and neck were cool. The red light on the bedside clock read 11:47. She was never earlier than 11:36 and never later than 12:04. She would arrive momentarily. Anticipation ran like a blade across his skin, arousing each part of his anatomy. From his pocket, he found the patch of pink satin he had cut from the first one's panties, and rubbed it across his lips. Nearly three months had passed since that first time. Almost five years since his mother and sister, but he didn't count them with the others. For nearly five years, he'd been content, working in the morgue. Late at night...
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Brutal murder with no suspects and a lot of drama


A short and sweet review for  Virtually Lace : Reading Renee 5.0 out of 5 stars Brutal murder with no suspects and a lot of drama April 22, 2019 Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase Book 1 was great and I finished this one in a day! The virtual part of the story is genius! To do a reenacted crime scene in most police and detective stories is nothing new BUT a virtual simulation is. WOW When the plot picks up, there are still NO suspects. I was frustrated with Ash not being able to remember but, that shows the author's skills. The suspense is there with Michael and the solving aspect. The scenery, computer skills and mystery make this a great book! Original link
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Do No Harm: Outcome by @BarbaraEbel


Diana Devlin scanned the September night from the window of her Cessna 402 as the twin-engines purred. She enjoyed listening to the smooth and familiar motors. The mechanical music was like a fine symphony to her ears and part of her fastidious nature wanted to make sure nothing sounded amiss before she commanded her plane to cruise at 200 knots. Her passengers seated themselves in four of the six seats and placed their equipment, paperwork, and white jackets on the available floor space. She smoothed a soft wisp of butterscotch hair away from her forehead and peered outside to the FAA control tower and fixed-base operator office at Standiford Field. She would be back home in Louisville by m...
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Do No Harm: Shatter Proof by @JudithLucci


I jumped from my bed and crouched on the floor my arms folded around my head like fragile armor. My eyes searched the dark frantically for my enemy. Finally, I saw it. I saw the apparition of the monster – my father! His cruel eyes shone black and glittered with hate.  I waited, my breath ragged, for the noise. My body quivered with fear and anticipation. Terror consumed my soul as panic shot through my body. I waited for it to begin. My heart thudded against my ribcage. I placed my hand on my chest to keep it from exploding. I didn’t want to be discovered. A sharp noise - the slap! The noise echoed in the room.  My face dug into the floor as I tried to escape the sound of my enemy and his h...
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Beautiful and fun book!


A short and sweet review for my illustrated children's book,  Jess and Wiggle : B Nelson 5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful and fun book! April 19, 2019 Format: Paperback Verified Purchase What a beautiful book! Such colorful and creative original illustrations, playful and whimsical hand lettering - each page is like a work of art. A joy! And then there is the story, written in rhyme. So sweet. "Jess and Wiggle (Imaginata Children's Books)" by Uvi Poznansky is like reading a dream. Everyone will love this delightful and imaginative book. Original link
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There came the sound of heavy footfalls down the corridor


He remembered how he had stood there, dumbfounded, in front of the body. Some distance away, a sailboat seemed to be floating in midair. From time to time, gusts of wind had filled her black sails. “Bring in a sailboat.” He pointed at a spot on the blue surface that represented ocean.  Wiggling slightly over the blue, painted surface that signified water, there it came: a huge sailboat that seemed to fill the entire space of his office.  Its keel formed the centerline at the bottom of the hull. It extended downward as a blade beneath the vessel, increasing its stability. From time to time it rubbed against the office floor, giving a shrill sound of friction. With a swift hand gesture, bringi...
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Do No Harm: The Marburg Mutation by Allen Kent


A few minutes before 3:00 a.m., the man residents of Ålesund, Norway, referred to as den Serbisk, the Serbian, slipped quietly from bed. He had showered and shaved the evening before and dressed quietly in the half-light of the Norwegian summer night that filtered through the open windows of the Hotel Brosundet. Below his window, the silent harbor mirrored the Ålesund fishing fleet like a tarnished silver mirror. In an hour, men would begin outfitting the boats. Gulls would wheel and squawk over the departing fleet. He needed to be gone by then, headed to the airport. But on the way, there was cleanup work to be done.     Before leaving the room, he paused to admire the figure of the young w...
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Was it my fault?


If you can not see this chirbit, listen to it here https://chirb.it/HOwnwx Back to Betty. I don’t like her much. No, that’s an understatement. I don’t like her at all. She’s pretty enough to be envied, if not for those glued-on eyelashes, bleached hair, and bronze skin, the one you get by putting yourself at the hands of experts in the best tanning salons in town.  Betty has a coy smile and pointy boobs, not to mention long legs, often presented in sexy tights that make her big butt bulge even more than it already does. She has been using these assets, time and again, to steal away my previous boyfriends. All two of them.  That’s why I’ve never introduced her to the one I’m dating right now,...
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I couldn't put it down


Short and sweet review of my suspense book,  Coma Confidential : Mary Stewart 5.0 out of 5 stars Amazing! April 8, 2019 Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase I couldn't put it down. Great characters. Good pace. I recommend it. Original link
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My new sketch: mother and child


Just a new charcoal sketch. The idea was to place the faces not in the cnter but at the edge of the paper, and let the composition grow from there. What do you think? Original link
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Do No Harm: Only Wrong Once by @Jen_Ruff


The dead lay unattended amidst bombed-out buildings on streets coated with ash and blood. Beside a pile of rubble, Yesenia spotted a body wearing a blue and white hijab, one leg bent at an impossible angle. Her neighbor, before their homes burned, had the same hijab. Yesenia squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her mother’s hand. Normally, she was much too old for hand-holding, but anyone could become lost in the shoving crowd and nothing was normal anymore. As far as Yesenia could see, thousands of other Shiite Muslims from her village were packed together, waiting evacuation. Refugees. That’s what they were called now. Buses would soon arrive to carry them to safer territories. They huddled...
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