No Right Way, Michael Niemann

No Right Way (240 pp, 6×9 Paperback ISBN: 9781941890592, $15.95) is book 4 in Michael Niemann’s Valentin Vermeulen Thriller series.

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“Niemann’s memorable fourth Valentin Vermeulen thriller…blends an unusual locale with an appealing, relatable hero while drawing attention to the plight of refugees. Readers will look forward to Vermeulen’s next assignment.”—Publishers Weekly 4/3/2019

It is the fall of 2015. The refugee stream from Syria into Turkey has swelled to unprecedented numbers. Valentin Vermeulen, investigator for the United Nations Office of Internal Oversight Services, is sent to check that the money sent to alleviate the crisis is spent for the intended purposes.

He visits a newly established UN sub-office in Gaziantep, southern Turkey. After being stood up by the local administrator, Vermeulen spends the weekend in Kilis to see if the refugees not living in official camps receive proper aid. He makes his way to a rough tent camp. None of the refugees there have received any aid.

At the camp, he meets Rima, who’s questioned by the police in connection with the murder of her friend. His decision to help her sets in motion a violent confrontation from which they barely escape. Despite her plea for help, he has to go back to Gaziantep.

His investigation into why the refugees in the camp haven’t received any aid leads to the discovery of an audacious fraud perpetrated by the local mafia.

Since Rima hasn’t stopped asking questions either, both are chased by the mafia and the police. Desperate to recover the stolen millions and keep Rima safe, Vermeulen faces his toughest challenge yet.

Michael Niemann has worked as a professor of International and African studies.

For over three decades, Niemann has been interested in the sites where ordinary people’s lives and global processes intersect. He’s shared umqombothi with shack dwellers outside Cape Town, interviewed Morgan Tsvangirai, former Prime Minister of Zimbabwe, when he was still a trade union leader, and seen Eduardo Mondlane’s dorm room at Northwestern University, faithfully recreated at the Museum of the Revolution in Maputo. Along the way, he has helped students of all ages and backgrounds to understand their role in constructing the world in which they live and to take this role seriously.

In addition to teaching, Michael has pursued these interests through writing—fiction (the Valentin Vermeulen novels and short stories) and non-fiction. On the non-fiction side, he is the author of A Spatial Approach to Regionalism in the Global Economy (2000).

Michael Niemann grew up in a small town in Germany, ten kilometers from the Dutch border. Crossing that border often at a young age sparked in him a curiosity about the larger world. He studied political science at the Rheinische Friedrich-Wilhelms Universität in Bonn and international studies at the University of Denver. During his academic career he focused his work on southern Africa and frequently spent time in the region. After taking a fiction writing course from his friend, the late Fred Pfeil, he embarked on a different way to write about the world.

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Miracles, by John A. Vanek

Miracles ($16.95, 270 pages, 8×5 Trade Paperback, ISBN: 9781603816212) is the second novel in John Vanek’s Father Jake Austin Mystery series. Father Jake Austin assumes multiple, often seemingly incompatible roles of physician, priest, healer and detective, and with each case, he hopes for miracles.

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“Vanek brings G.K. Chesterton’s Father Brown into the twenty-first century and sprinkles in hints of PBS’s Grantchester. You will not be disappointed.” — The Publish or Perish Writers

“The mystery is intriguing, with an edge of darkness that keeps things interesting. The main character, Jake, is delectably complicated and conflicted.” — InD’tale Magazine

“This mystery kept me guessing until the last clue had been discovered. John A. Vanek is definitely on my must-read list for anyone who enjoys the traditional mystery. I look forward to reading more about the life of Father Jake Austin.” — Reader Views

Jake must serve the young Catholic parents of a comatose infant while working with the local chief of police to investigate the possibility of SIDS. Meanwhile, the Bishop asks Jake to investigate the reports of a Virgin Mary statue that weeps blood. Jake is also a full-time uncle, as his half-sister terminally ill with leukemia is living with her son in the rectory. With each case, Jake hopes for miracles.

John A. Vanek received his bachelor’s degree from Case Western Reserve University, his medical degree from the University of Rochester, did his internship at University Hospitals of Cleveland, and completed his residency at the Cleveland Clinic. His poetry has won contests and has been published in a variety of literary journals, anthologies, and magazines. John lives in Florida, where he teaches a poetry workshop for seniors. For more information, click here.

 

The Sword of Tecumseh, by M.D. Carroll

The Sword of Tecumseh ($15.95, 212 pages, 9×6 Trade Paperback, ISBN: 9781603817325) is the first book in M.D. Carroll’s Logan Wells Mystery series.  When a professor of history obsessed with finding a sword belonging to the famous Shawnee war chief Tecumseh vanishes from the small community of Prairie Stop, Indiana, Logan Wells must find a connection between events of the distant and recent past to track down what happened to the missing man.

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Just an hour east of Chicago, in the small community of Prairie Stop, former prosecuting investigator Logan Wells is retained by his lifelong friend to investigate the disappearance of a professor. Jason Matthews, professor of history and specialist on the life of the famous Shawnee war chief Tecumseh, vanished after his last class of the week, and the local police have made no progress in finding him.

Logan is reluctant to undertake the investigation. He is still recovering from injuries sustained in a duty related accident, which was the cause of his departure from the prosecutor’s office.  He is also wary of the powerful county sheriff, Bill Hanlen, who is not fond of encroachment on his authority.

During the course of his investigation, Logan learns the professor was obsessed with finding a sword belonging to Tecumseh. According to legend, the sword was given to the Shawnee chief by a British commander during the War of 1812. Uncovering secrets from the distant and recent past, is forced to question his own loyalties and beliefs in order to solve the case.

Mark Carroll grew up in the Midwest and graduated from Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster PA, where he was on the Dean’s List and set a couple of school records while running on the track and cross-country teams.   Mark lives in St. Louis MO with his wife Carol (yes, Carol Carroll) and dog Lucy.  He still competes competitively in area road races as he works to finish the second Logan Wells Mystery.

Martini Shot, by Clive Rosengren

Martini Shot ($14.95, 208 pages, 6×9 Trade paperback, ISBN: 978-1-60381-760-8) is the fourth book in An Eddie Collins Mystery series by Clive Rosengren. Eddie Collins, private eye and part-time Hollywood actor must confront the promise and pitfalls of efforts toward reconciliation, in his own life and that of his client.

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Eddie Collins, private eye and part-time Hollywood actor, is hired by ageing actor, Sam Roth, to locate his disowned son, Jack Callahan. Roth hopes to reconcile their relationship before his “Martini Shot” last scene of the day, as he is in his 90s.

While working the Roth case, Eddie receives a letter from his daughter’s adoptive parents, that she would like to meet him and find out more about her mom. In spite of his uncertainty, Eddie agrees to meet her. What will this relationship lead to in the future and what will all parties make of it? Only time will tell.

Eddie locates Callahan, leading to a father and son meeting. However, he later gets a call from Roth, informing him that his son has been found, bludgeoned to death. Sam asks Eddie to find out what has happened to Jack. Eddie investigates Jack’s life, hoping to find clues to the murder. Little does he know that upon discovering the murderer, his own life will hang in the balance.

Book 4 of the Eddie Collins Mystery Series.

Clive Rosengren is a recovering actor. His career spanned more than forty years, eighteen of them pounding many of the same streets as his fictional sleuth Eddie Collins. He appeared on stages at the Great Lakes Shakespeare Festival, the Guthrie Theater, and the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, among others. Movie credits include Ed Wood, Soapdish, Cobb, and Bugsy. Among numerous television credits are Seinfeld, Home Improvement, and Cheers, where he played the only person to throw Sam Malone out of his own bar. He lives in southern Oregon’s Rogue Valley, safe and secure from the hurly-burly of Hollywood. Rosengren has written three books in the Eddie Collins Mystery series: Murder Unscripted, Red Desert, and Velvet on a Tuesday Afternoon. Books one and two were both finalists for the Shamus Awards, sponsored by the Private Eye Writers of America. For more information, check out his website.

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T. S. Eliot got it wrong when he called April the cruelest month. He’d obviously never been in the San Fernando Valley in mid-July. It was late Monday morning and the mercury hovered around a hundred and one as my car crept along Ventura Boulevard in search of a parking space. I could swear my teeth were sweating. My shirt had wet half moons at the armpits, testing the strength of my Old Spice. Beads of perspiration trickled down my neck, in defiance of the air conditioner that groaned like a heifer in labor.

I turned onto a side street, squeezed into a gap dangerously close to a fire hydrant, then cracked the windows, picked up my photo and resume and slid into the inferno. I donned my summer porkpie. The small brim provided no help from the midday glare. Sunglasses would have helped, but while getting into my car I’d dropped my keys, bent over to retrieve them and promptly stepped on the glasses that had slid from my shirt pocket. All in all, it was starting to be one of those days where one shouldn’t even bother to take the plow out of the shed.

And then I rounded a corner and bumped into Santa Claus.

We mumbled apologies and continued on. I turned to see the sidewalk ahead of me filled with the jolly old St. Nicks, some in complete regalia, some not. One fellow wore Birkenstocks and plaid Bermuda shorts, but passed muster by covering his potbelly with a flaming red tee shirt. A full white beard and a red hat provided the finishing touches. I was on my way to an audition for a television bank commercial.

I was to be a security guard. Obviously the Santas were there for something else. There must have been twenty of them in the waiting room, sitting in theater seats against the walls. The rest of the space was filled with carpeted benches. Interspersed with the Santas were fifteen would-be security guards, all my type. Par for the course at these cattle calls.

And par for the course with respect to my pursuit of the Hollywood gold ring. I was used to it. I’m in my early forties, with a full head of hair and reasonably good looks. Yeah, perhaps a little too much paunch and traces of wrinkles around the eyes, but that’s to be expected in a character actor, one who is right for all sorts of roles, from security guard to bartender to business executive. I’ve learned to accept the fact that at many of these auditions I’m just another face in the crowd. Today wasn’t any different. In fact, only fifteen competitors were pretty good odds at landing the job.

The casting office had four audition rooms, numbered appropriately. Several of my rivals wore uniform caps and shirts, making me feel underdressed. I signed in, found a seat between two of the jolly Kris Kringles and listened to them compare notes on their agents. One of my competitors, with whom I’d done a job a few years back, caught my eye from across the room. I gave him a nod and looked over the commercial’s storyboard. The gist of the ad had the guard doing a double take after seeing an old woman brandishing a pistol. Double takes I can do. Even with sweaty armpits.

A reedy young woman opened door number three and called out, “Eddie Collins.” As I doffed my porkpie she ushered me into the room and I stood in front of a bored director and two somnambulating clients. I double taked my heart out, but I must have been under-whelming. They gave me the impression I had interrupted their day. I signed out, wished one of the Santas good luck and headed for the front door.

From behind me I heard, “Hey, Eddie.”

How We Survive Here, by Claire Gebben: Families Across Time

How We Survive Here ($21.95, 334 pages, 6×9 Trade Paperback, ISBN: 978-1-60381-701-1), is a memoir by Claire Gebben with letter translations by Angela Weber. In 2008, Claire Gebben’s relative from Freinsheim, Germany, came to the Pacific Northwest, bringing with her fifteen letters, dated 1841 to 1900. As the two begin translating the Old German Script, they become captivated by the stories. Via 19th-century correspondence and 21st-century emails and interactions, this family memoir weaves together a story of how we strive and survive.

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As far back as Claire Gebben can remember, her grandmother wrote letters to the “relatives in Freinsheim,” relatives living in a rural wine-making town in Germany. After her grandmother dies, Claire keeps the tradition alive, writing letters and emails.

In 2008, relative Angela Webber travels from Germany to visit Claire in the Pacific Northwest and brings with her a surprise—fifteen letters, dated 1841 to 1900—discovered in an attic in Freinsheim. The first is written by Angela’s and Claire’s 4x-great grandfather, an early German immigrant to Cleveland, Ohio.

As the two begin translating the Old German Script, they become captivated by the stories: a wagon business burning to the ground, an amputation that requires a wooden leg, an uncle who heads off for the California Gold Rush. That fall, Claire enters a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing program, and for her thesis decides to write about the people of the letters. An ambitious undertaking, given her scant knowledge of German language and history. Meanwhile, Claire’s immediate family has dwindled to just a few, and she must help her elderly aunt who can no longer live on her own. Then, at the start of the thesis project, Claire’s father dies, and with him, the oral history of his German ancestors. Long distance from Germany, though, Angela agrees to help, and Claire perseveres, embarking on research that includes an intensive blacksmithing class and trips to Ohio and Germany. In the process, Claire’s dwindling family expands in unexpected, meaningful ways.

Via 19th century correspondence, 21st century emails, and present-day relationships and experiences, How We Survive Here: Families Across Time weaves together how we strive and survive, amid connections past and present and the broader sweep of history as it impacts our families across time.

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Lucia and Mapp, Two Stories: "Lucia and the Eighth Commandment" and "Humble Soup"

Lucia and Mapp, Two Stories ($2.99, ISBN: 978-1-60381-104-0) collects two new Lucia and Mapp adventures by Tom Holt; “Lucia and the Eighth Commandment” and “Humble Soup”.

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“Lucia and the Eighth Commandment”: Peacetime it may be, but not in England’s quaint town of Tilling, whose residents can count on the ongoing and quite entertaining battle for social ascendancy between Elizabeth Mapp-Flint and Lucia Pillson. When at his wife’s request, Lucia’s husband Georgie borrows Elizabeth’s purportedly valuable and possibly signed edition of The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, he counts on the bibulous Major Benjy to relay the message to his wife. Benjy’s failure to carry out his mission sets off the Great Burglary Scare, sparking more excitement than Tilling has seen in some time.

“Humble Soup”: What has dampened the fighting spirit of Elizabeth Mapp-Flint, inexplicably cowed by her rival, Lucia Pillson? Fellow Tillingites are horrified when Lucia proposes raising funds for a new Church Hall roof by staging a series of tableaux vivants. Their entire social circle has been impressed into service. Elizabeth has always been counted on to keep Lucia’s worst instincts in check, yet this time that august lady is mum. Now Elizabeth is grimly practicing her choreography and her husband the Major has been compelled to don a frighteningly lifelike donkey’s head. How will the balance of power be restored?

Author Tom Holt is the only novelist sanctioned by the estate of E.F. Benson to write the further adventures of Lucia and Mapp.

Tom Holt was born in 1961 in London, England. His first book, ‘Poems By Tom Holt’, was published when he was twelve years old. While he was still a student at Oxford he wrote two sequels to E F Benson’s Lucia series. After an undistinguished seven-year stint as a lawyer, he became a full-time writer in 1995 and has published over thirty novels. Tom lives with his wife and daughter in the west of England. As well as writing, he raises pigs and pedigree Dexter cattle. For more information, visit his website here.

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Q: When and how did you first discover the E.F. Benson series?
I think I was 16 or 17 when my mother (a lifelong fan) decided I was ready for Lucia. As far as I was concerned, it was love at first sight.

Q: Can you tell us the story of how you came to be the one designated to write these books? Did you approach the author’s estate, or did they approach you?

I started writing ‘Lucia in Wartime’ as fan fiction, not long after I started at university, simply because my mother and her Luciaphil friend Sylvia had always wanted to know how Lucia coped with life in WW2. I sort of meandered aimlessly through writing the first half, doing a page here and a page there as the spirit moved me, until the day came when (through shameless nepotism and intrigue) my half-a-manuscript landed on the desk of an editor at Macmillan, who intimated that if I cared to finish the book, he might care to publish it. I wrote the second half very, very quickly indeed, before he changed his mind (the last chapter on Christmas Eve, as I recall, in bed with flu.) It was only after the book had been written and accepted that it occurred to someone that the Lucia books were still in copyright, and the copyright holders might have something to say about the matter. However, in the event they were very reasonable about it all. I rather suspect that this may have been due to the influence of an old school friend, who was working for the estate’s literary agents at the time; but I haven’t spoken to her since, so can’t verify. I hope it’s true. I’d like to think my start in the literary world has been entirely due to nepotism and intrigue (see above).

Q: What special qualifications did you have—knowledge of the classical references, language ability, quirky sense of humor?

I think I rather overdid the classical references – I was at Oxford studying Classics at the time, and that sort of kids you into thinking that classical references are cool. Really, though, the only special qualification I can claim was having been immersed in Benson, constantly re-reading the books (finish the last one, immediately start again with the first) ever since I was first introduced to them. Also, I think it helped that I’d never tried to write a novel before, so I didn’t have an established voice of my own to overcome.

Q: Every small community must have a Lucia or an Elizabeth, don’t you think? Have you met women who made you think, “Ah! Here we have Lucia in the Flesh.”

Never a Lucia; but I’ve met several Miss Mapps, one or two Quaint Irenes, a fistful of Divas and a few Mrs. Wyses, and one truly outstanding Georgie. Lucia, however, remains elusive. She has that exceptional vitality that elevates her to the heroic level, in spite of her appalling character traits, which – fortunately – you don’t tend to encounter in people you meet in the street.

Q: Would you have enjoyed being a resident of Tilling and a member of Lucia’s circle? The men—particularly the husbands of Lucia and Elizabeth—don’t get much respect.

Neither do I, so that’s all right. I think I’d enjoy the warfare and the intrigue, and I quite enjoy a game of bridge, but I’m not sure how I’d cope with the musical evenings. Even the Moonlight Sonata would lose its charm eventually.

Q: Have you ever considered adding another book to the series? I keep imagining what Lucia would make of present-day England. She would not enjoy it, I think.

Lucia and me both. Yes, one day I’d dearly love to write another sequel, if only I could be sure I could still catch the voice. Borrowing Benson’s style was a bit like borrowing someone’s Ferrari; it was a joy to drive around in it for a while, reveling in its beauty and power, but after a bit all I could think of was the danger of scratching the paint or denting a fender, so that at the end I was relieved to hand it back more or less undamaged. I’m not sure I’d have the nerve to drive it again.

Q: What are some of the most interesting reactions to these books you have received? There must be some fans who view Lucia and Elizabeth almost as real people and have very particular ideas about the way they should behave.

The reaction I expected and dreaded was; who is this presumptuous upstart? So far I haven’t encountered it (although these reprints offer an opportunity to a whole new generation of readers); I’m ever so grateful to the readers who’ve told me that I didn’t disgrace the name of Benson. That’s probably the highest praise to which I could ever aspire.

Let These Bones Live Again, by David Carlson: Investigating Murder and Theft in Venice

Let These Bones Live Again ($14.95, 190 pages, 6×9 Trade Paperback, ISBN: 978-1-60381-393-8) by David Carlson is a mystery / thriller, and the third book in the Christopher Worthy / Father Fortis Mystery Series. Allyson Worthy and her renowned detective father, Christopher Worthy, investigate the apparent suicides of two wealthy Americans in Venice. Meanwhile, Father Nicholas Fortis looks into the recent theft of relics from Venetian churches. An unexpected breakthrough reveals a dark undercurrent in the city just as Allyson is unexpectedly put in danger.

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“As with the other two entries in this series, the homicide detective and the Orthodox priest form an unusual investigative team that, combined with the setting, make Let These Bones Live Again an intriguing mystery and an entertaining thriller.”—NY Journal of Books

“Fans of Donna Leon will find a good reason to visit Venice again, this time with David Carlson as a guide. Let These Bones Live Again brings together ancient religious rites, dying patients and a youthful protagonist in a compelling, dark mystery.” –Michael Niemann, author of the Valentin Vermeulen series

“David Carlson puts a novel twist on the challenges of ‘East meeting West,’ placing Let These Bones Live Again in a contemporary setting that will appeal to American readers. His blend of police procedure, modern religious differences and medieval practice, cyber crime, deft prose, and the thorough knowledge and skillful use of Venice as the setting and backdrop makes for a winning combination and enjoyable read.” —Bill Rapp, author of the Cold War Thriller series

“Powerful portraits of strong characters finding love through trust and forgiveness, amid all the sights and scents of modern day Venice–a masked lady who gives up her secrets begrudgingly. All this and a crackling plot with many an unexpected twist. Though this is the first Worthy/Fortis mystery I have read, it will not be the last.” —Michael Sears, author of Saving Jason

“David Carlson weaves a masterful story within an Italian setting. A detective father from Detroit and his daughter are thrown together in the most unorthodox fashion to solve a homicide along the canals and architecture of Venice, which he describes beautifully. The reader will bite their nails as unexpected twists and turns escalate the plot into high gear, leading to an unexpected ending.”  —Marie Romero Cash, author of the Jemimah Hodge mystery series

Allyson Worthy, daughter of the renowned homicide detective Christopher Worthy always dreamt of living in Venice. Now, as a college student, she’s landed a dream internship with the Venice police. She assumes she will be investigating minor crimes perpetrated on gullible American and English tourists. On the first day of her internship, however, Allyson is assigned to assist with a more bizarre case—the apparent suicides of two wealthy Americans in the city. Linking the two persons are their similar cancer diagnoses and strange incisions on their bodies.

The family of the second victim, a Detroit automaker, doubts the suicide verdict and hire Christopher Worthy to look into the death. Allyson’s relationship with her father is tenuous, and she resents his intrusion into her dream summer.

After speaking at a conference in Rome, Father Nicholas Fortis is asked by the Vatican to look into the recent theft of relics, bones of saints, from Venetian churches. Father Fortis is happy to offer whatever advice he can to the case Christopher and Allyson Worthy are working on, even as the two Worthys are happy to advise Father Fortis on the stolen relics case.

An unexpected breakthrough reveals a dark undercurrent in the city of canals that changes approaches to both cases. As clues fall into place, Allyson is unexpectedly put in danger as she unknowingly agrees to rendezvous with the killer.

Book 3 in the Christopher Worthy / Father Fortis Mystery Series.

David Carlson has a BA in political science from Wheaton College (Illinois), an M.A. from the American Baptist Seminary of the West (Biblical Theology) and a doctorate from the University of Aberdeen, Scotland (New Testament Studies). Franklin College, a traditional liberal arts college in central Indiana, has been his home for the past thirty-eight years. For more information, click here.

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Dom Philip looked down at this plate. With his fork, he dragged the few remaining pieces of linguini together, but then seemed to lose interest.

“I have a confession to make, Father Fortis,” he said, pausing for a moment before adding, “Maybe the best way of explaining what I mean is to say that the Vatican is picking up the check for our meal.”

“Then by all means, let’s order another bottle of this Frascati,” Father Fortis said. “From what I hear, we won’t come close to breaking the bank. The Vatican bank, that is.”

The smile left Dom Philip’s well-worn face as he wiped his mouth with some finality and folded the napkin before him. “Father Fortis, the Vatican would very much appreciate your looking into some nasty business in Venice.”

Father Fortis laid the piece of bread down. “You will have to explain, my friend.”

“There have been at least three break-ins at Venetian churches in the last five weeks. By itself, that isn’t unusual. Venice is peppered with smaller churches, and the security at them as elsewhere in Italy is quite inadequate. But there are two features of these burglaries that are very troubling. And I must warn you. Some of what I am going to tell you is already common knowledge, while some is strictly confidential. Do you understand?”

Father Fortis’ thoughts were spinning. To visit Venice before returning to his Ohio monastery was always part of his plans. He promised his close friend Lt. Christopher Worthy that he would visit his daughter Allyson, who was beginning an internship in that city. In addition, he knew Venice to be the most Byzantine of the Italian cities and suspected that he would never again have such a chance to see the treasures of the famous city.

“I have no problem keeping confidences,” Father Fortis replied. “But I still don’t see how I can be of help.”

“What is very soon to be common knowledge, if it isn’t already, is that the objects targeted by the thief or thieves are not works of art or even altar pieces, even though some are gold, silver, or encrusted with precious jewels. No, what was taken in each case is hard to understand. I am talking about relics, Father.”

“Relics? But why?” Father Fortis asked.

“That’s exactly what the police are wondering. The reliquaries that hold the relics—many of the reliquaries are gold or silver, some encrusted with precious stones of some considerable value—have been left open. Missing are pieces of bones.”

“Important relics?”

Dom Philip shook his head. “Certainly not the relics of St. Mark from San Marco. But relics of early Christian saints, all, and perhaps this is important, from the Christian East. A foot bone of St. Lucia would be the most prized.”

Father Fortis took more than a sip of the wine and considered what Dom Philip was saying. The stealing of relics was a major activity in the Middle Ages, as was the false “finding” and selling of relics associated with famous saints. But in a secular age that found holiness to be far less important than success, relics became, at best, curiosities for tourists.

Dom Philips leaned forward and lowered his voice. “So now I will share the confidential part. This comes from what I shall call a friend in the Venice police.”

“A friend of the Vatican, you mean.”

Dom Philip nodded. “Scandals of late have certainly hurt the Holy See, but we still know how to gather information.”

Father Fortis imagined that the Vatican has about as many “friends” around the world as the CIA.

Wherever You Are, by Cynthia Lim: A Memoir of Love, Marriage, and Brain Injury

Wherever You Are ($16.95, 240 pages, 5×8 Trade Paperback, ISBN: 978-1-60381-721-9), by Cynthia Lim, is a memoir about the responsibilities of caregiving, redefining life with disability, and discovering the real truth of love and marriage.

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“If you’re a caregiver for someone who has life changing health issues, or know a caregiver, grab this book. With depth and brutal honesty, Cynthia Lim shares her journey and hard-won lessons about life after her husband’s heart attack and resulting brain injury. In this beautifully written memoir she learns gratitude (without a hint of sentimentality) for what is left–‘Enough of his essence remained so that his silent companionship anchored me, provided me with reminders of what was most important in life.’ She also learned how to reach out beyond her own grief to accept support and help. Ultimately this is a love story; a marriage and a family that has held fast in spite of overwhelming challenges.”
–Barbara Abercrombie, author of A Year of Writing Dangerously and Kicking in the Wall

“I can’t get this story out of my head. It haunts me. It makes me wonder, Would I be that brave? That strong? That full of joy?”
–Jennie Nash, Founder and Chief Creative Officer, AuthorAccelerator.com

“For anyone who has been dealt one of life’s unexpected blows, Cynthia Lim’s memoir, Wherever You Are is a heartwarming reminder of love, commitment, marriage and how to make your way forward after the unimaginable. Lim’s honest prose and compelling story of her husband’s sudden cardiac arrest and resulting brain injury, is a wonderful account of all of the emotions, heartbreak, acceptance and ultimately small joys that come with a ‘slowed down life.’ As life moves forward for all of us, the lesson is to continually accept the new shape of our lives.”
–Lee Woodruff, author of In An Instant: A Family’s Journey of Love and Healing

Wherever You Are by Cynthia Lim, answers the question ‘What makes a life worth living?’ When Lim’s young husband suffers a crippling brain injury, she feels at first like a widow whose husband isn’t dead. Where is the man she married? Over time she and her teenage sons deal with the stark reality of the challenges of her husband’s disability. Just as they had adventured as a family on sea and into the wilderness, they learn to navigate the world of disability. A beautifully written love story by a courageous woman who finds the capacity to experience joy and love in the face of devastating loss.”
–Maureen Murdock, author of Unreliable Truth: On Memoir and Memory

Cynthia Lim thought she had the perfect life: a husband who was a successful attorney, a fulfilling career in education, two teenage sons in private school, and a home in Los Angeles rich in books, music, and art. Then in 2003, her husband Perry suffers a cardiac arrest and brain injury, lingering in a coma for ten days before slowly awakening. A different person emerges, one who has lost his short-term memory and is fully dependent on others. Married for twenty years, she doesn’t know how much of his former self will return as she fights for the treatment and care he needs.

She struggles with caregiving and working full-time while finding connection with the man she once knew and loved, whose brain will never again function as it did before. While wrestling with the urge to leave him in an institution and walk away, she discovers the strength and resolve that will allow her to build a new life. Wherever You Are is the story of a marriage after a spouse is forever changed by a catastrophic event. It is a story of redefining life with disability and discovering the real truth of love and marriage.

Cynthia Lim lives in Los Angeles with her husband. She is retired from Los Angeles Unified School District and holds a doctorate in social welfare. Her essays have appeared in various publications including Hawai’i Pacific Review, Gemini Magazine, Hobart, and Witness Magazine. For more information, look here.

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In a quiet moment alone with my mother, she sat next to me and said, “I know the pain that you are going through. I have lived through all kinds of pain, too. I know what it feels like, a thousand needles jabbing you at one time. You will get through this.”

Her words soothed me. We were united in our shared tragedy, the loss of husbands, of lives cut short abruptly. I felt more connected to my mother than I ever had before.

“I know how tired you are, how hard it feels to face each day. I know what it feels like. But you need to take care of yourself. You are shouldering so much responsibility. Just remember to take care of yourself first because you can’t help others if you don’t,” she continued.
I understood so many things about my mother in that moment. I had spent so much of my life not wanting to be like her but now I understood. What seemed selfish to me as a child I now saw as her drive for self-preservation, for assuring that her needs were met first. I understood her neediness, her desire to stockpile groceries, to have everything in place, so that in times of crisis when the world seemed scary and unknown, there would be this semblance of order. Her cupboards, her pantry, her house, her children were the only things that she could control.

“You need to stay strong for Perry and for Zack and Paul,” said my mother.

“Yes, I know,” I said. She didn’t realize that she had been preparing me for this role since I was seven.

Where Privacy Dies, by Priscilla Paton: Deadly Secrets Come to Light

Where Privacy Dies ($15.95, 252 pages, 6×9 Trade paperback, ISBN: 978-1-60381-665-6), is the first book in a cozy mystery series by Priscilla Paton. When the photo of a little girl is found on an executive’s corpse, Detective Erik Jansson and his new partner, Detective Deb Metzger, delve into a world of lying informants and deadly secrets in order to uncover the truth about the girl’s identity.

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“Priscilla Paton adds a fresh voice to the mystery scene with Where Privacy Dies. Paton delivers lively descriptions, and has an ear for dialogue that works well defining her characters. I loved the interactions, and verbal volleyball, between the unlikely G-Met partners, Detectives Erik Jansson and Deb Metzger. From the discovery of a well-dressed man’s body in a wetland, to the unsavory dealings of people in high places, she kept me reading, trying to figure out who was really in the bad guys’ corner.” —Christine Husom, National Best-selling Author of the Snow Globe Shop Mysteries, and the Winnebago County Mysteries

“Fans of SJ Rozan and Deborah Crombie are going to love the mismatched crime fighters at the center of this masterful and timely debut novel; Priscilla Paton tells their story with confidence, style and cunning.” —David Housewright, Edgar Award–winning author of Like To Die

An executive’s corpse is discovered in a Minneapolis wetland, and with it the photo of a girl. Is she unconscious or dead? Detective Erik Jansson takes on the investigation and is mismatched with a new partner, the imposing Detective Deb Metzger. They soon learn that the murdered man worked for a reputation management firm that serves wealthy clients. Other employees from the firm have also vanished, but information is withheld from the detectives by a corporate cover-up.

Erik and Deb pursue promising leads about the identity of the photo girl. When these leads take them to a down-and-out family and a Northwoods cabin, they seem to be dead-ends—or are they?

Despite informants who lie, the online targeting of another girl, and threats to their own safety, Erik and Deb delve deeper. The story becomes stranger and more unsavory as intensely private and deadly secrets come to light.

Book One in A Twin Cities Mystery series.

Priscilla Paton grew up on a dairy farm in Maine. She received a B.A. from Bowdoin College and a Ph.D. in English Literature from Boston College. A former college professor, she has taught in Kansas, Texas, Florida, Ohio, and Minnesota.  She has previously published a children’s book, Howard and the Sitter Surprise, and a book on Robert Frost and Andrew Wyeth, Abandoned New England. She married into the Midwest and lives with her husband in Northfield, Minnesota. When not writing, she participates in community advocacy and literacy programs, takes photos of birds, and contemplates (fictional) murder. For more information, go here.

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Death is private. A person can die in front of a video camera, collapse in a massacre, pass surrounded by family, yet only one being crosses that final line of consciousness. Solitude follows, a remembered saying—the grave’s a fine and private place.

It was Detective Erik Jansson’s duty to violate that privacy and it weighed on him as he knelt by the crude dirt mound covered with branches. The mound, in the flood zone of the Minnesota River, had been obscured by the scrub of the wildlife refuge. The perfect place for final rest. Perfect and perfectly wrong.

The ascending roar of a silver and red plane leaving the nearby Minneapolis/ St. Paul airport disrupted Erik’s contemplation. He lost the train of dark thoughts he’d summoned to shut out the temptation of the sunny morning to run and kayak and breathe. A gorgeous morning, the second Sunday in April. The landscape was greening, and robins threw outsized energy into their chirrupy defense of territory. Erik pushed a hand through his dark hair to discharge his own energy, but restlessness will out. What had happened? Who dumped a body so unlovingly? Why? Was there more bad to come? There usually was.

He studied the mound again, and the tweed-sleeved elbow uncovered to confirm the find of the cadaver dogs. Then he straightened to stretch his long legs and rub his arms, the morning being brisk for his department fleece. Waiting on the bank above him were the  discoverers of the scene, an odd-sock trio—a boy about twelve in a stained jacket with a dirt-bike quite authentically dirty, and a retired couple outfitted as khaki twins with binoculars clutched to their chests. Behind them stood a uniformed officer. Erik looked past the group toward the refuge entry to trace possible routes to this spot. You could hike down the steep trail behind the airport hotels, as the couple had probably done. An unpaved road for bikes and service vehicles took a less dramatic downhill path to merge with the broad trail where the marsh grasses began. Then the trail ran along backwater banks lined with cottonwoods, alders, maples, and oaks. A four-wheel drive vehicle could navigate that route easily. From trailside, it’s a six-foot drop down to the narrow flood zone where Erik stood by the mound. Easier to prepare that grave if more than one person had been hurrying the body along on its journey.

Criminal Misdeeds, by Randee Green: A Detective Investigates her Checkered Family

Criminal Misdeeds ($15.95, 280 pages, 6×9 Trade Paperback, ISBN: 978-1-60381-709-7) is the first book in a mystery series by Randee Green. When Detective Carrie Shatner finds a dead body after her family’s get-together, it’s up to her to prove that none of her criminally inclined relatives are the killer.

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As far back as the Shatners can be traced, they have been breaking the law and running from it. It’s a family tradition. Now Carrie Shatner is a detective and crime-scene technician with the Wyatt County Sheriff’s Department in Eastern Texas. Over the years, she has tried to distance herself from her family’s criminal activities. But that is easier said than done.

The Shatner family is celebrating New Year’s Eve at the Wyatt County Fairgrounds in their usual style: illegal fireworks, homemade moonshine, and a near brawl. After shutting down the party, Carrie does a final sweep of the fairgrounds and finds a dead body in a dumpster.

Good news: the dead man is not a Shatner. Bad news: the Shatners are now suspects in a homicide investigation. Soon the fairgrounds are overrun with law enforcement, including Sergeant Jerrod Hardy, a Texas Ranger. The victim is Kyle Vance, Carrie’s ex-boyfriend and a member of the Palmer family, who have been feuding with the Shatners since the Civil War.

Despite serious misgivings, Hardy allows Carrie to help him investigate. He knows she physically couldn’t have beaten Vance to death, but he wonders if she is covering for a family member.

Book 1 in the Carrie Shatner Mysteries.

Randee Green’s passion for reading began in grade school with Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. She has a bachelor’s degree in English Literature, as well as a master’s and an MFA in Creative Writing. When not writing, she’s usually reading, indulging in her passion for Texas country music, traveling, or hanging out with her favorite feline friend, Mr. Snookums G. Cat. For more information, click here.

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I come from a long line of criminals.

Moonshiners, rumrunners, and drug dealers. Horse thieves and carjackers. Bank robbers, burglars, pickpockets, and con artists. And then
there has been the occasional killer. You name it, whether it’s a felony or a misdemeanor, somewhere along the line a member of my family has committed it.

As far back as the Shatner family could be traced—from southern England to the mountains of western North Carolina, and now to the Piney Woods of East Texas—we had been breaking the law. And running from it, too.

It was a family tradition.

You see, the Shatners have never swum in the baby pool of life. We’ve always been out in the deep end, and we jumped in headfirst.
As for me, every day I fight my genetic predisposition to break the law. Some days I’ve been more successful than others. You see, I can’t break the law when I’m the one who is supposed to be upholding it.

My name is Carrie Shatner, and for the last three-and-a-half years I have worked as a detective and crime scene technician for the Wyatt County Sheriff ’s Department in East Texas. That would put my Bachelor of Science in Criminal Justice from Sam Houston State University to good use except there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot of serious crime in Wyatt County. I mainly sat behind my desk all day, twiddling my thumbs, playing Sudoku, and keeping up with my various social media accounts.

While my official job was to process crime scenes and deal with all parts of criminal investigations, my unofficial job was to cover up my family’s illegal activities and keep them out of jail. I’d be the first to admit that what I have been doing wasn’t ethical. It was probably also criminal. I tried not to think about that too much. To be honest, I tried not to think about any of it too much. Most days I felt like quitting my job. Family obligation prevented that.

I’m not saying that all of the Shatners have been hardened criminals. Sure, most of the older ones were. But at least some of the younger ones shied away from the family business and seemed to be sticking to the straight and narrow. And they were the reason why I do what I do. Yes, I clean up the crimes of the guilty. But I do it to protect the innocent.

These days, the laws my various family members break have been fairly minor ones. Okay, some were still kind of major. But it was nothing compared to what we used to engage in. I mean, I’m pretty sure we were no longer involved in contract killing or organized crime.

What I did know was that my great-uncles had a moonshine still out in the woods and a marijuana crop concealed in a bunch of old Cold War bomb shelters. Every time I caught one of my family members selling the homebrew or the pot, they would promise me it was the last time. I didn’t believe them. I didn’t arrest them either, because I knew it wouldn’t stop them. It would also infuriate the rest of the family. And, while tempting, that wasn’t a risk I was quite willing to take. At least not yet.

Occasionally, one of the younger Shatners would steal a car or deface some public property or get busted for underage drinking. The older Shatners were always getting nabbed for public indecency and public intoxication. Some of them were also heavily involved in insurance scams. And then there had been the occasional assault. But we hadn’t killed anyone—accidently or on purpose—in years. Or, if someone had, I didn’t know about it.

When you got down to it, the majority of the bad things that the Shatners have done were just plain dumb. And, as far as I knew, being stupid wasn’t illegal. We would have been in serious trouble otherwise.

I don’t want you to go into this thinking that all of the Shatners were bad people. Most of them have just been a little misguided.

At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

Until I found the body.