Monday, July 17, 2017


Title: Lady Justice and the Sting 
Series: A Walt Williams Mystery/Comedy Novel 
Author: Robert Thornhill
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In Lady Justice And The Sting, a holistic physician is murdered and Walt becomes entangled in the high-powered world of pharmaceutical giants and corrupt politicians.
The Kansas City Police Department and the FBI join forces and Walt goes undercover in a 'sting' operation in order to expose those involved in this tangled web of intrigue, and in doing so, becomes the target of a vicious assassin.
Maggie, Ox, Willie, Mary and all your favorite characters are back to help Walt bring the criminals to justice in the most unorthodox ways.
Another dead-serious mystery with hilarious twists.

Title: Lady Justice and the Book Club Murders
Series: A Walt Williams Mystery/Comedy Novel 
Author: Robert Thornhill

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Members of the Midtown Book Club are found murdered.
It is just the beginning of a series of deaths that lead Walt and Ox into the twisted world of a serial killer.
In the late 1960's, the Zodiac Killer claimed to have killed 37 people and was never caught --- the perfect crime.
Oscar Roach, dreamed of being the next serial killer to commit the perfect crime.
He left a calling card with each of his victims --- a mystery novel, resting in their blood-soaked hands.
The media dubbed him 'The Librarian'.
Walt and the Kansas City Police are baffled by the cunning of this vicious killer and fear that he has indeed committed the perfect crime.
Or did he?
Walt and his wacky senior cohorts prove, once again, that life goes on in spite of the carnage around them.
The perfect blend of murder, mayhem and merriment.

Lady Justice and The Conspiracy
Series: A Walt Williams Mystery/Comedy Novel 
Author: Robert Thornhill
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Are we being poisoned? 
Those fluffy white trails crisscrossing the sky --- some say they are simply water vapor frozen into crystals. Others say they are deadly chemicals, some of which are for military defense, and others to control the weather and the world’s food supply.
Are the chemtrails really part of a clandestine government conspiracy? Four people believe so, and claim they have proof, but each of their lives comes to a tragic and mysterious end before they can offer their proof to the world.
Join Private Investigator, Walt Williams, as he searches for the truth and looks for clues to explain the untimely deaths.

Title: Lady Justice and the Ghost Whisperer
Series: A Walt Williams Mystery/Comedy Novel 
Author: Robert Thornhill
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What do a Confederate soldier who died on the field of battle, a woman who was driven from her home by the ravages of the Civil War, and a man who perished in a turn-of-the-century asylum have in common?
They all contact private investigator, Walt Williams. 
A bizarre series of events surrounding these paranormal visits culminate in the discovery of a terrorist plot to detonate bombs at a crowded festival.
Once again, Lady Justice pairs Walt with forces from beyond the veil to solve mysteries hidden for decades and bring evil-doers to justice.

Title: Lady Justice and the Cat
Series: A Walt Williams Mystery/Comedy Novel 
Author: Robert Thornhill
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A treasure hunter is murdered and his discovery is stolen.
Members of a terrorist cell who have plans for a devastating attack, recognize Sara Savage, a retired CIA operative, kidnap her, and hold her for ransom.
And who does Lady Justice send to help private investigator Walt Williams save the day?
Clarence the Cat!
Walt forms an uneasy alliance with the feline crime fighter to solve the mysteries and bring the bad guys to justice.
It’s a laugh a minute as Walt spars with his new furry partner and the forces of evil.

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Award-winning author, Robert Thornhill, began writing at the age of sixty-six and in seven short years has penned twenty-six novels in the Lady Justice mystery/comedy series, the seven volume Rainbow Road series of chapter books for children, a cookbook and a mini-autobiography.

Lady Justice and the Sting, Lady Justice and Dr. Death, Lady Justice and the Vigilante, Lady Justice and the Candidate, Lady Justice and the Book Club Murders, Lady Justice and the Cruise Ship Murders, Lady Justice and the Vet and Lady Justice and the Pharaoh's Curse won the Pinnacle Award for the best new mystery novels of Fall 2011, Winter 2012, Summer 2012, Fall 2012, Spring of 2013, Summer of 2013, Spring of 2014 and Fall of 2014 from the National Association of Book Entrepreneurs.

Many of Walt's adventures in the Lady Justice series are anecdotal and based on Robert's real life.

Although Robert holds a master's in psychology, he has never taken a course in writing and has never learned to type. All 37 of his published books were typed with one finger and a thumb!

His wit and insight come from his varied occupations, including thirty-three years as a real estate broker. 
He lives with his wife, Peg, in Independence, Missouri.

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Monday, July 10, 2017


The Breedling and the City in the Garden
The Element Odysseys : Book One
By: Kimberlee Ann Bastian

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These were the laws that once governed Bartholomew, an immortal soulcatcher, until one ill-fated night when he was forced to make a choice: rebel against his masters or reveal an ancient, dangerous secret. 
He chose defiance.
Imprisoned for centuries as punishment for his decision, Bartholomew wastes away—until he creates an opportunity to escape. By a stroke of chance, Bartholomew finds himself in the human world and soon learns that breaking his bonds does not come without a price. Cut off from the grace that once ruled him, he must discover a new magic in 1930s Chicago.
Armed with only a cryptic message to give him direction, Bartholomew desperately tries to resume the mission he had started so long ago. Relying on the unlikely guidance of the streetwise orphan Charlie Reese, Bartholomew must navigate the depressed streets of the City in the Garden, learning that survival sometimes outweighs choice.

About the Author 
Kimberlee Ann Bastian has a unique love affair with American nostalgia, mythology, and endless possibilities. This melting pot of elements is what prompted the creation of her epic ELEMENT ODYSSEYS series, starting with her debut novel THE BREEDLING AND THE CITY IN THE GARDEN. The second book THE BREEDLING AND THE TRICKSTER is due out September 2017. 

 When she is not in her writer's room or consuming other literary worlds, she enjoys cycling around the bluffs of your Southeastern MN home and catching up on her favorite pop culture.

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Monday, July 3, 2017


Title: Come Back for Me: A Novel  
Author: Sharon Hart-Green
Publisher: New Jewish Press
Date of publication: May 30, 2017


Set in the aftermath of World War II, Come Back for Me is the story of Artur Mandelkorn, a young Hungarian Holocaust survivor, who is desperately searching for his beloved sister, Manya. Seemingly light-years away in time and place, the tranquil life of teenager Suzy Kohn in 1968 Toronto is shattered by the sudden death of her uncle Charles. In a panoramic tale bound by love and understanding, by loss and memory, and by secrets and silences, Artur and Suzy’s stories come together in Israel after the Six-Day War. With heartfelt humanity, Come Back for Me evocatively illustrates both the scars left by tragedy and the possibilities for healing.

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Sharon Hart-Green
Suzy Kohn Toronto, Ontario August 1968

After Uncle Charles died, a deep chasm opened up in the family that threatened to swallow us whole. My mother, whose resolute cheerfulness had sustained us like a weight-bearing wall, was now oddly preoccupied,even glum. And my father,whose thirst for live-ly conversation once seemed insatiable, had become withdrawn, impatient, and short-tempered. But it was Aunt Bella who changed the most—to the point that I barely recognized her anymore. Bella had always been slightly moody and prone to emotional flare-ups. But when her husband Charles died, she retreated into a world of her own. As if she had entered a room with no exit.
Uncle Charles was only thirty-nine when he died. But as long as I can remember,I thought of him as old. Perhaps it was the way he pulled back his shoulders too far like he was standing at attention. Or maybe it was his European attire—polished onyx cufflinks, em-broidered handkerchiefs, and cravats bound so tightly around his neck that they made his head look as though it were detached from his body. His death occurred in the middle of the summer, while my sisters and I were away at overnight camp in Quebec: I was working as a counsellor and they were there as campers. My parents didn’t mention Charlesdeath in any of their letters to us. Perhaps they thought it would spoil our summer. Yet how could they not tell us? After all, Charles and Bella lived next door and were almost like second parents to me and my two younger sisters, Julia and Jan. I was particularly steamed about it. At seventeen,I was the oldest child in the family and surely should have been told.
When we returned to Toronto in late August, Father gathered us together around the dining room table that evening to make the announcement. Uncle Charles, he said, had suffered a massive heart attack and died shortly thereafter. It had been too late to save him. There was nothing anyone could have done.
Aunt Bella, who was visiting at the time, suddenly cut in. “Its all my fault,she cried as she paced around the room,weeping into her sleeve. Though Bella was my fathers sister, it was Mother who rushed to console her.
“Don’t be foolish,Bella. You can’t blame yourself. You know that Charles had been ill for some time.
You don’t understand. Its still my doing.
“Bella. Thats enough. There are children here. Lets leave this for another time. My jaw tightened. Why was Mother scolding Bella? Couldn’t she see that she was still in shock? Bella was only thirty-eight,far too young to be a widow. I rushed to my aunts side and put my arm around her hunched shoulders, rubbing my cheek against her damp brown hair. If Mother refused to comfort her, then I would.
Besides,I was still incensed that by not telling me about Charles’ death until the end of the summer, my parents had excluded me from both the funeral and the shiva. Didn’t anyone realize that losing Uncle Charles was a blow to me as well?
After her sobbing subsided, I helped Bella gather her belongings and escorted her next door. I offered to come in, but she murmured something about being able to take care of herself. Closing the wood-framed screen door, I crossed the lawn and returned to our house, which was almost a carbon copy of Bellas: a mock-Tudor built of russet-brown bricks with a steep dormer roof and a lone red maple set onto a narrow plot of patchy grass. Since it was a mild night, I sat down on the porch step and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. My parents disapproved of my smoking so I knew not to go inside. I didn’t care. I was in no mood to talk to them anyway. I lit up and exhaled into the cool night air. The combination of the tobacco and the late August breeze helped soothe my blazing head.
I couldn’t believe that Uncle Charles was gone. He was still so vivid in my mind. As I recalled his bashful smile hidden beneath his finely groomed moustache, a rush of tears began streaming down my cheeks. Most people didn’t realize how gentle he had been. I knew him in a way that was different from how others saw him. Like the way he persisted in calling me Zsu-Zsu, a childhood nickname that everyone else had dropped in favour of Suzy. And the way he liked to quiz me on what Id learned in Hebrew school when I was younger, playfully trying to trick me by mispronouncing the words. I also remembered how he brought home gifts for my sisters and me after being away on business trips—paper-dolls, bat-a-ball sets, and later, coloured pencils and mystery novels. He never made a show of his gift-giving. He waved away our thanks as if it offended him to hear them. But you could see by the tiny glint in his cloud-grey eyes that it gave him pleasure. Since he and Bella were never able to have kids of their own, all their affection was poured onto us. And I secretly knew that, being the oldest, I was their favourite.
I spent a lot of time at their home when I was younger. During my visits, Bella did most of the talking. In her throaty voice that still bore traces of European diction,she regaled us with story after story,popping open new ones like bottles of champagne. She often recounted tales of her childhood in Budapest, where she and my father had spent their earliest years,before escaping with their parents to Canada in early ’44, just as the Nazis were about to invade.
Unlike Bella, however, Uncle Charles never spoke about his European childhood. Except for once. I was twelve years old, standing in the kitchen pouring a glass of milk, my unruly hair pulled off my forehead by a thick plastic hairband. I was humming a tune Id heard on the radio when Uncle Charles walked in,then stopped abruptly.
“Manya, he said, his voice choked. “Who?” I asked.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Uncle Charles shook his head rapidly. “Nothing. Its nothing—Just someone I used to know—when I was a child.His lips tightened and his eyes turned to stone; I knew not to ask anything further. Years earlier,I once heard Mother mention that Charles had arrived in Canada just after the war with no fam-ily, no money, and no belongings. It didn’t make sense to me then. But at age twelve, I glimpsed it briefly in the hollows of his eyes: he was a man whose past had died,along with everyone else whod been part of it.

All of a sudden,a voice bellowed,“Suzy,whats that smell out there? Is that smoke?” It was Father, hovering on the inside of the screen door like a shadow.
“Its nothing,I said,wiping my wet cheeks with the back of my wrist. I flung my cigarette on the ground. Who cared? I had just lit a third one and the nicotine tasted putrid anyhow.
“Why are you sitting alone in the dark? Father asked.
“Can’t I have any privacy? Why does everyone treat me like a child?”
Hearing my fathers footsteps recede,I pulled another cigarette from the pack. But before I could flick the match to light it,the sud-den shriek of an ambulance siren made me jump up and drop the
pack on the ground. The sound grew so loud that I ran to the side of the road to see if it was coming this way. To msurprise, it was speeding down my street—sirens howling, lights flashing—and screeched to a stop directly in front of Bellas house. Two medics jumped out and dashed toward Bellas front door.
           No. Dear God. Don’t let this happen. I can’t lose Bella too.

About the Author
Sharon Hart-Green's debut novel COME BACK FOR ME was chosen as the inaugural fiction offering of The New Jewish Press and is forthcoming in May 2017. A PhD in Judaic Studies from Brandeis University, she has taught Hebrew and Yiddish literature at the University of Toronto. She is the author of two books: NOT A SIMPLE STORY (Lexington) on the work of S.Y. Agnon; and BRIDGING THE DIVIDE (Syracuse University Press), featuring her translations of Hava Pinhas-Cohen’s Hebrew poetry. Hart-Green’s short stories, translations, and reviews have appeared in various publications, including The Jewish Review of Books, Midstream, and The Jewish Quarterly.
Visit Sharon on her website HERE.

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