The Clearing… #Poetry

 

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The Clearing

Stepping into the clearing

I could see a small cottage

Abandoned air assailed my senses

The stillness echoed with past activity

To the left stood a stone circle

A lantern glowing in the centre

There were no footsteps in the dry earth

The surrounding tress too still

The back of my neck tingled a warning

Dare I go closer, enter the circle?

My enquiring mind pushed me on

Kneeling by the lantern there lay a note

It read, the light will lead you back…

©AnitaDawes

#ThrowbackThursday ~ Lily White in Detroit by Cynthia Harrison #ThrillerMystery @CynthiaHarriso1

 

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Private investigator Lily White has a client with a faulty moral compass. When the client is arrested for murdering his wife and her alleged lover, Lily follows her intuition and her own leads. If she’s wrong, she’ll at least know she did her job.

Detroit police detective Derrick Paxton remembers Lily from another case. He understands she suffers from PTSD and thinks her judgment is impaired. He goes after her client and the evidence he needs to close the case. When Lily is kidnapped, the case takes an unexpected turn.

In a sometimes racially divided city, a black cop and a white PI work together to peel back every layer to find the truth. What they find leads them to each other, but do they have enough to bring the true criminals to justice?

Excerpt

They laughed and exchanged a look. It felt to Paxton like their eyes did something more than see each other. They connected. Tight as two loose strings making a strong knot. “Yes. And then today he brought flowers. He said we’d had an awful time of it with my room being broken into, and he needed to be there to surprise me and make me feel safe. ‘Give a heartsick guy a break’ were his words.”

She picked up her drink and took a swallow. “This is good,” she said. “I feel the vodka.”

 “So how’d he know you’d be there?”

“I didn’t think about that until I was on the way home, um, here.” Paxton drained his martini glass. “Home is here,” he said, “if you want it.”

She slid one of her legs out from under her and wiggled it under his thigh. “We have a ways to go, don’t we?” But the way she said it made it clear she was in this with him. He was not feeling the love alone. He took her bare foot and began to massage it, rubbing the arch and the heel and smoothing his fingers over her toes. “So, how’d he know?”

“If you think about it, you’ll be able to solve that one before I finish my drink.” She sipped. “That feels so good,” she said, pulling her other foot out from under her and sliding it his way.

“I’d say our security spotted him too close to the building, parked in his car overlong, kept an eye, and when you came out of the apartment, saw him follow you,” Paxton said.

“Yep,” Lily said. “So we have the tape if we need it. I guess that depends on what you tell me.” By this time, he’d started working out the stress points of her other foot. She made soft sounds of pleasure. “My God, where’d you learn to do that?”

“Reflexology book.”

“Hmmm. It’s better than vodka.”

 “You want a refill?”

“I want Chinese food. I forgot to eat today.”

“What about the pizza earlier?”

“Look at your watch.”

He did. It was after midnight. Okay, so pizza was yesterday. She was already on her phone, ordering a string of dishes, all their favourites. When it occurred to him they already had their favourites, their habits and routines, it made him happy and a little afraid.

 

Our Review

“Many thanks to the author for the advanced digital copy of this crime suspense book. Opinions expressed here are unbiased and entirely my own.”

Lily White is a private investigator but there was a time when she was someone else.

These days she is recovering from post-traumatic stress caused by a gruelling incident in her past and is definitely in the wrong job. Far too much spying on guilty wives and handling distraught husbands for her liking. She much prefers honest investigating.

Now there is a dead body.

And she had just been hired to find the killer.

This was well out of her comfort zone, especially for her PTSD, but too exciting to miss.

I loved the American setting, walking around Detroit with the characters seemed as natural as breathing, so the author must know it well.

All of the characters are well written and real, but I especially liked the two main characters, Lily and Paxton and the way they interact with each other. Such lovely chemistry between them.

The story had just enough subtle tension to keep me turning the pages and I have a feeling this won’t be the last we see of Lily and Paxton. At least I hope not…


 

Reaching

Light Motifs II

Trees and clouds at dawn

Desolate, I walked until the cold
Numbed the marrow of my bones.
The clouds roamed so restlessly,
But I headed East stone by stone–
Long past time I headed home.
Hours passed and a flash of gold
Showed me that tomorrow had come;
Shadows danced across the road
As I retraced my way to yesterday.
The tree I knew since I was born
Was skeletal now, weak, and shorn;
It trembled in the early morn,
Branches reaching not to me,
But to something that I could not see.

~*~

Written for the Daily Echo

~*~

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

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This heart is losing hope

HoneyGwhiz

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This heart is cold.
A solid wall of ice.
It stopped crying.
Long ago it lost tears.

Has this heart died?
Laughter is silenced.
Love cannot enter.
Long ago it lost joy.

A mechanical beat.
Its rhythm broken.
Hurt lives in this heart.
Anguish cannot leave.

When was it hugged?
It was too long ago.
If you hug it now,
will it shatter into pieces?

It learned to be mean.
Sprouting barb wires.
A fortress of defence.
Ice walls! Winter resides.

This heart hasn’t forgotten.
The life of loving another.
Of giving freely, loving fully.
Vunerable! This heart gave.

Now, this heart has a void.
Only black emptiness.
Who will light a candle?
This heart is losing hope.

By C.E. Pereira
(19-9-2019)

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Silent Sea Chronicles: Cover reveal, Release date and Request for help

Suzanne Rogerson Fantasy Author

Two weeks ago I asked for your help choosing the cover of the box set for Silent Sea Chronicles trilogy.

Thanks for the votes and comments. One comment in particular made me look at the project in a different light so I went with…

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I went against what my heart wanted and chose with my head, going with the blue theme to symbolise the sea. I think it looks brilliant and I’m really happy with the job The Cover Collection have done on this and all my covers.

The release date is 4th October 2019 and here is the universal pre-order link.

The best news is, I’m selling the box set for a special price of 99p/99c for limited time only.

Here’s the working blurb. It’s short and to the point, plus I’m using my readers quotes, so post those reviews on Goodreads and Amazon…

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Fear and Love in the High Peak – part one

The Silent Eye

It’s not the best of photo resolutions, but the above image says it all. Briony saluting the Derbyshire landscape in her own way at the end of three days of the Silent Eye’s Tideswell-based workshop: Sue and Stuart’s creation; and a wonderful experience for the group of souls who braved the provocative title for the weekend…

Rites of Passage: Seeing beyond Fear

…and decided that they would examine the roots of their own fears… and face them in the warmth of loving companionship and symbolic danger.

It’s a time-honoured formula for all mystical organisations; one that brings us all to a point where the day to day ‘fog’ of habitual perception is cut through by the vividness of landscape and experience. That’s what we hope to achieve on these weekends. This one worked well – and in different ways for each person, as it should, for we all…

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The Skylight

Na'ama Yehuda

Photo prompt: © J Hardy Carroll

She always loved that skylight. The one thing she’d insisted on when they’d rebuilt the old farmstead. Every day since, the sun streamed in or the rain puttered on or clouds swam above, transforming the indoors into a moving tapestry.

They’d kept the bones of the building, but the roof had been rotten. It needed redoing.

Like her bones.

She lay on the flagstone floors, sauce dripping onto her from where she must have upset the pot as she’d slipped and fell and something in her broke.

The skylight her only companion. The light fading. The day still long.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

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