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MCV EGAN multicultural, multilingual #Author of #Historical #Mystery & #Womensfiction. #Astrologer Her passions are #Pacifism & #Cooking http://amzn.to/2s8TSdW
M.C.V. EGAN
M.C.V. Egan is the pen name chosen by Maria Catalina Vergara Egan the author of The Bridge of Deaths. Catalina was born in Mexico City, Mexico in 1959, the sixth of eight children, in a traditional Catholic family. From a very young age she became obsessed with the story of her maternal Grandfather, Cesar Agustin Castillo, mostly the story of how he died. She only spent her childhood in Mexico. Her father became an employee of The World Bank in Washington D.C. From the early 1970s at the age of 12 she moved with her entire family to the United States.
Catalina was already fluent in Southern English as she had spent one school year in the town of Pineville, Louisiana with her grandparents. There she won the English award; ironically being the only one who had English as a second language in her class. In the D.C. suburbs she attended various private Catholic schools and graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland in 1977.
She attended Montgomery Community College, where she changed majors every semester. She also studied in Lyons, France at the Catholic University for two years. In 1981, due to an impulsive young marriage to a Viking (The Swedish kind, not the football player kind) Catalina moved to Sweden where she resided for five years and taught at a language school for Swedish, Danish, and Finnish business people. She returned to the USA where she has been living ever since. She is fluent in Spanish, English, French and Swedish.
Maria Catalina Vergara Egan is married and has one son, who together with their five pound Chihuahua make her feel like a fulltime mother. Although she would not call herself an Astrologer she has taken many classes and taught a few beginner classes in Astrology. This is one of her many past times when she is not writing or researching.
The Bridge of deaths is available intwo different editions as a FACTION with over 200 footnotes and as a fictional Novel with dataincorporated into the narrative.
The Defining Ways series book 1 DEFINED by OTHERS is also available.
The Bridge of Deaths
M.C.V. Egan lives in South Florida. she is fluent in four languages; English, Spanish, French and Swedish. From a young age became determined to solve the ‘mystery’ of her grandfather’s death, she has researched this story for almost two decades. the story has taken her to Denmark, England and unconventional world of psychics.
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PURE TRASH by Bette A. Stevens #free eBook thru Aug 28
PURE TRASH—the short story prequel to the novel DOG BONE SOP by Maine author Bette A. Stevens, offers readers and book clubs insight into poverty and prejudice in rural New England in the 1950s. D…
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Historical Saturday Post: Review of “Dancing with Air” by Uvi Poznansky
Uvi is no stranger to my blog. I’m a big fan and am delighted to share my review of her latest masterpiece: Like the rest of the series, this novel deals with the nasty disease that is Alzhe…
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Antisemitic obsessions: the case of H. W. Wicks: Patterns of Prejudice: Vol 48, No 1
This article relates to a man who consistently appeared in files used to research THE BRIDGE of DEATHS
(2014). Antisemitic obsessions: the case of H. W. Wicks. Patterns of Prejudice: Vol. 48, No. 1, pp. 94-113. doi: 10.1080/0031322X.2013.870745
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JASS RICHARDS ~ TURBOJETSLAMS PROOF #29 of the Non-existence of God
Book Genre: Fiction, Humor
Publisher: Magenta
Release Date: April 1, 2016
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Book Description:
You ever have a neighbour whose behaviour is so mind-bogglingly inconsiderate and so suicide-inducingly annoying that you just want to ask him, in a polite Canadian way, to please stop?
TurboJetslams isn’t like that.
Jass Richards’ new novel, TurboJetslams: Proof #29 of the Non-Existence of God, tells the tale of one person’s pathetic and hilarious attempts to single-handedly stop the destruction of a little piece of beautiful Canadian wilderness by the increasing numbers of idiots who couldn’t care less.
A quick and entertaining summer read. and/or A perfect cottage-warming gift. and/or Boomer lit. and/or Sure to resonate with paddlers everywhere.
Extraordinarily well written with wit, wisdom, and laugh-out- loud ironic recognition, TurboJetslams: Proof #29 of the Non-Existence of God is a highly entertaining and a riveting read that will linger on in the mind and memory long after the little book itself has been finished and set back upon the shelf (or shoved into the hands of friends with an insistence that they drop everything else and read it!). Highly recommended for community library collections. ~Midwest Book Review
Excerpt:
On the Monday, when she and Shiggles went for a walk down the
lane—Shiggles liked to say hi to Nutter, Caramel, and Beast, but
they didn’t go there on weekends when the Bullerts were up—they
saw a new dog at the edge of the road. Right across from Bullerts.
A big black one.
lane—Shiggles liked to say hi to Nutter, Caramel, and Beast, but
they didn’t go there on weekends when the Bullerts were up—they
saw a new dog at the edge of the road. Right across from Bullerts.
A big black one.
Correction. They saw a bear at the edge of the road.
Correction. Three bears.
Ah, she thought. A Teddy Bear Picnic.
Next morning, she saw that Bullert and his buddies had tossed a
couple plastic bags of garbage into the bush, into the treed swath of
land between the lane and Campbell’s road. The swath was actually
Andy’s property, but she didn’t think Bullert realized that. It
wasn’t his property, that’s probably all that mattered.
Oh well, she thought, looking at the torn plastic bags, the scattered
tins, licked clean, the packaging of various materials, torn and
scattered, but also licked clean—let Andy deal with it. Problem
is, he probably wouldn’t notice it. Since Bullert had dumped it
across from his own driveway, not across from Andy’s driveway.
couple plastic bags of garbage into the bush, into the treed swath of
land between the lane and Campbell’s road. The swath was actually
Andy’s property, but she didn’t think Bullert realized that. It
wasn’t his property, that’s probably all that mattered.
Oh well, she thought, looking at the torn plastic bags, the scattered
tins, licked clean, the packaging of various materials, torn and
scattered, but also licked clean—let Andy deal with it. Problem
is, he probably wouldn’t notice it. Since Bullert had dumped it
across from his own driveway, not across from Andy’s driveway.
Which, by the way, how stupid is that, she asked Shiggles, safe in
her arms just in case. Even you don’t like to shit in your own
yard if you can help it.
her arms just in case. Even you don’t like to shit in your own
yard if you can help it.
He probably also left his barbecue grill outside. Yummy bits of meat
and fat. What self-respecting wolf within a hundred miles would
ignore that?
and fat. What self-respecting wolf within a hundred miles would
ignore that?
It happened every time a new seasonal moved in. They’d just toss
their leftover food: hamburger buns, pasta, rice, wieners, vegetable
soup— She’d seen it all.
their leftover food: hamburger buns, pasta, rice, wieners, vegetable
soup— She’d seen it all.
Including a car battery. And a bag full of used diapers. But that
was along the road, not beside someone’s cottage.
was along the road, not beside someone’s cottage.
Thing is, would they do that in the city? She didn’t think so.
Then why do it here? Do they really not even consider the
possibility that their actions might have consequences for others?
Who might not see Mama Bear, or raccoons, in time to grab their
Shiggles?
possibility that their actions might have consequences for others?
Who might not see Mama Bear, or raccoons, in time to grab their
Shiggles?
Maybe they figure it’s organic, it’ll decompose. (How slow are
city raccoons?)
city raccoons?)
Maybe, like so many other things, being here, at a lake, in a forest,
brings out the primeval in people. They think they’re in the wild.
Where there are no dumps.
brings out the primeval in people. They think they’re in the wild.
Where there are no dumps.
But where there are bears. And raccoons. And wolves, and
martens— Anyone in the wild with an ounce of grey matter, let
alone moral responsibility, buries their garbage. Or carries it out.
martens— Anyone in the wild with an ounce of grey matter, let
alone moral responsibility, buries their garbage. Or carries it out.
She put on the pair of gloves she’d brought with her and moved all
the leftover garbage back onto Bullert’s property. Maybe he’d
get the message.
the leftover garbage back onto Bullert’s property. Maybe he’d
get the message.
Or not. The following weekend, late Sunday when the ATVs had gone,
she headed out for a walk in the forest, using the entrance, loosely
speaking, at the bottom of the hill because Frankie was at his cabin,
getting ready for deer season, or duck season, or mastodon season,
and although she had the legal right to use the road past his cabin,
she wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation. If he was preparing
for deer season, or duck season, or mastodon season, he’d be
cleaning his rifles.
she headed out for a walk in the forest, using the entrance, loosely
speaking, at the bottom of the hill because Frankie was at his cabin,
getting ready for deer season, or duck season, or mastodon season,
and although she had the legal right to use the road past his cabin,
she wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation. If he was preparing
for deer season, or duck season, or mastodon season, he’d be
cleaning his rifles.
And she saw right there, just ten feet off the road and just two feet
to the left of the path, four bags of garbage. What the fuck.
Seriously?
to the left of the path, four bags of garbage. What the fuck.
Seriously?
She carried them back where they belonged. To Bullert’s property.
Specifically, into Bullert’s screened porch.
Specifically, into Bullert’s screened porch.
The bears did their thing. The raccoons did their thing. There was
a lovely mess to clean up when they arrived the following Friday.
a lovely mess to clean up when they arrived the following Friday.
And the hardware store was, oddly enough, all out of screen.
Right in the middle of blackfly season.
Author Bio: Jass Richards has an M.A. in Philosophy and used to be a stand-up comic (now she’s more of a sprawled-out- on-the- couch comic). Despite these attributes, she has received four Ontario Arts Council grants.Her most recent novel, TurboJetslams: Proof #29 of the Non-Existence of God has been called “highly entertaining … and a riveting read” (Midwest Book Review). In addition to her Rev and Dylan series (The Road Trip Dialogues, The Blasphemy Tour, and License to Do That), which has reportedly made people snort root beer out their noses, she has written This Will Not Look Good on My Resume, a collection of short stories described as “a bit of quirky fun that slaps you upside the head,” followed by its sequel Dogs Just Wanna Have Fun. “The O & D” was published in The Cynic Online Magazine (Sep 2011), two excerpts from This Will Not Look Good on My Resume have been selected for Contemporary Monologues for Young Women (vol.3), and Substitute Teacher from Hell was produced and performed by Ghost Monkey Productions in Winnipeg (2014).
Her worst-ever stand-up moment occurred in Atlanta (at a for-blacks- only club) (apparently). Her best-ever stand-up moment occurred in Toronto (when she made the black guy fall off his stool because he was laughing so hard at her Donovan Bailey joke).
Review: “Welcome to the Hotel Yalta” by Victoria Dougherty
I am a big fan of Victoria Dougherty and her Cold Noir Writing. Having met her in person in Prague, the city with a Cold War history, and scene of her amazing book “The Bone Church” , d…
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DEAD LAWYERS DON’T LIE
ANGELS FLY
ANGELS FLY
by
Donna Simonetta
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Two years after her husband’s death, Kelly believes her romantic life is done. Until she reconnects with her girlhood crush on social media, and as fate would have it, he lives across the street.
James is over the whole true-love thing. His grasping ex-wife tore that belief out of him, when she left him for a rich, old man. Then he finds out his first love moved to San Diego too, and their attraction burns as hot as ever.
What they don’t know is that Fate didn’t bring them together – the Guardian Angel Corps did, led by two unlikely Cupids – Kelly’s late husband and Zane, a rough and tumble, 19th century cowboy. When a Fallen Angel decides to tear Kelly and James apart, cherubs and harps aren’t going to cut it, and Zane’s unique skills might be just what they need to get a second chance at their first love.
James held Kelly’s hand as he walked her to her apartment building from his car. While they were still in shadows, before they reached the bright light of the entrance, James stopped and turned to face Kelly. He cupped her face in one of his big, rough hands and rested the other lightly on her waist. He traced her cheekbone with a feather light touch of his thumb, and Kelly couldn’t help but turn her face into his hand like a kitten. She did manage to stop herself before she purred, and was pretty darned proud of that achievement.
She felt his hand at her waist tighten, and he dropped his forehead down to rest against hers. When he spoke his voice was low and gruff with emotion.
“Tell me to leave right now, Kel, or all my good intentions to go slow this time are flying out the window, and I’m going to ask you to invite me up to your condo.”
Kelly’s voice was quiet. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
He left his forehead resting against hers, but rubbed his head slowly back and forth. “I know. I should just go, but I can’t bring myself to leave.”
Kelly swallowed, and extended an olive branch, since she wasn’t ready to call it a night yet either. “I think I’m ready for a kiss, though.”
He lifted his head away from hers, and the happiness and blatant hope in his voice made her smile. “Yeah? Really?”
“Yeah,” she replied and stood on the tips of her canvas deck shoes to bring her mouth closer to his.
James bent his head and pressed his lips gently to hers.
Her heart pounded and her blood heated in her veins. It had been such a long time since a man had kissed her—and this was James Flynn. Her first love. She snaked her arms up around his neck and pressed her body closer to his.
After years working in the business world, my love of reading led me to get my MLS, and I currently work part-time in a school library, a job that allows me lots of time to explore my other love – writing romance! I live in Maryland, with my husband, who is my real-life romance hero. We both enjoy traveling to visit our far-flung family and friends, and spending time on the beach with an umbrella drink and a good book.
Another Man’s Treasure ~ JOY AVERY
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
About the book
Graphic artist Trinity Hargrove never knew real passion until she sleeps with her boss’s son. Mistake number one. Mistake number two…liking it too much. But they agreed to only one night. Simple enough, right? Wrong. He may be out of her bed, but their intense night together still burns in her memories. As long as she keeps her distance from the oh-so-desirable Xander Duval, everything will be okay. Unfortunately, fate won’t go along with her plan.
Restaurateur Xander Duval agrees to Trinity’s “one night” stipulation, but only in theory. He has no intentions of not being with her again. Especially when his mind—nor body—will allow him to forget the fire that blazed between them until the wee hours of the morning. When Trinity is injured in an automobile accident, he jumps at the opportunity to be her arms and legs. He plans to show her just how determined he is to make her his…for far longer than just one night.
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By Jacqueline Paynes on June 20, 2016
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Loved, Loved this book. Sometimes it’s hard to trust again after being hurt. In this story you showed how to slowly put your guard now. She also helped me remember what grandma said growing up, “be careful because that best friend can turn into your worse enemy”. When’s the next book coming I have read all your books and loved them all.
By Rashelle S. Richards on June 20, 2016
I am a huge fan of Ms. Avery. I loved the chemistry between Trinity and Xander and the fact that they both had issues. Xander is the man. He was there for Trinity from the very beginning. Helping to heal her heart. Love him!! Great job!
About the author
By day, Joy Avery works as a customer service assistant. By night, the North Carolina native travels
to imaginary worlds—creating characters whose romantic journeys invariably end happily ever after.
Since she was a young girl growing up in Garner, Joy knew she wanted to write. Stumbling onto romance novels, she discovered her passion for love stories; instantly, she knew these were the type stories she wanted to pen.
Real characters. Real journeys. Real good love is what you’ll find in a Joy Avery romance.
Joy is married with one child. When not writing, she enjoys reading, cake decorating, pretending to expertly play the piano, driving her husband insane, and playing with her two dogs.
Joy is a member of Romance Writers of America and Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.
M.C.V. EGAN ❧Defining Ways❧ 