Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Last Blog Tour


Hi Everyone,

This is my last blog tour for the year, and then I'm taking a break, so I can do edits. 

Never again will I do a blog tour in December.  I'm telling you, I have learned my lesson.  I'm so far behind trying to get ready for Christmas.  I'm kind of in a bah humbug mood.  After the twenty-first of December I'll have some freedom again. 

This blog tour is going to be for the third book, The Deceived, in my Riverboat Mysteries trilogy. 

Blurb:


The games they play can lead them to love or ruin.

 

Melanie Dubois detests her family’s casino business. The way this addiction destroys people has her on a tear of magnificent proportions. Then again, this young lady has been put through a train wreck of her own design. She distrusts everybody except for the people who are determined to use Melanie as a poster-child for zealots.

 
Mike Mercer has spent nearly a year in a deep cover mission for the FBI. The one fly in the ointment of completing his objective to take down a group of dangerous anti-gambling zealots is a fiery-tempered, blonde-haired woman named Melanie DuBois. Worse than that, she’s got a passion brewing just beneath the surface that’s an even deadlier attraction.
 

Fighting for your life is never easy when the odds are stacked against you.
 
Excerpt:
 
Dressed for the day in pale blue sweats, Mel stood in the drab, dark kitchen of Janet Batten’s house and debated what to do. The growl of her stomach made the decision for her, she’d fix breakfast. She switched on the light over the sink, and reached into a lower cabinet for a couple of skillets. She poured olive oil in one pan and went to the freezer for sausage to put in the other one. Slowly, she drew ingredients from the refrigerator and placed them on the butcher block counter before she went to the pantry for potatoes and onions.
     Early morning was her favorite part of the day, it was quiet and no one was around.
     Why was she being left out of everything this group was doing? After being here for a month, she was still being treated like an outsider. It was almost like she was still at home. Why wouldn’t they let her help? She’d been picketing, but she knew there was more going on than just that.
     Did they consider her a part of the establishment they were trying to destroy? True, she would inherit a portion of the Odyssey Casinos, but she didn’t want any part of the company. Why should she when her family treated her like a wicked stepchild? If that was the problem, she’d tell Janet that she would sell her part and use the money to help those who were addicted to gambling.
     She didn’t want to belong to an industry that destroyed anyone, or their livelihoods. She’d led a privileged life on the backs of losers, living in a huge home, going to private schools and college because of them.
     Thinking of the Odysseys’ always made her think of her family. Her relationship with them had been rocky for many years. Even so, she loved her sister, Jolene, and they’d been great friends when they were younger. After her sister was saved from the monster who’d kidnapped her, Mel had wanted to go see her, but didn’t want to risk being forced to leave this group by her mother and stepfather.
     Absorbed in her thoughts, knife in hand chopping onions vigorously, she didn’t hear anyone come into the kitchen. A large shadow appeared on the wall in front of her, Mel swung around with the knife pointed at the person’s chest.
     Recognizing Janet, her heart still pounding, she lowered the sharp edge. "You scared me to death."
   "I’m sorry I frightened you," Janet said, stepping back. "You must’ve been in deep thought because I said, ‘Good Morning’ when I first walked in."
     "I was thinking about how I don’t feel included in your plans. It feels like home. I was always an outsider there, too."
     The older woman wrapped the younger one in her arms.
"We didn’t mean to do that, Melanie. You should’ve told me sooner how you felt," Janet said, releasing her and gazing into the girl’s blue eyes. "We want you to feel wanted and comfortable in your new home."
      "Then why can’t I do something besides picket?" Janet probably thought she sounded like a big crybaby. She turned away to keep busy as she waited for the answer, she scrapped the ingredients from the cutting board into the skillet.
     "It looks like you’re doing something besides picketing. Do you have enough for everyone?"
     Mel glanced at Janet and caught a smile on her face. "I’ve got enough for a small army, but you know I didn’t mean this." She poured in the scrambled eggs and put bread in the toaster.
     Janet walked to the fridge drawing out butter and milk to place on the table. "After breakfast we’re having a meeting, and it would be helpful for you to tell your family’s story," and then casually asked, "Would you be willing to do that?"
     "Sure, I want to." That was an understatement; she couldn’t wait to tell everyone about the evils of gambling. Yeah, she’d gladly let them know what the casinos had done to her dad. Janet had promised her when she came here she would become involved with major activities and maybe this was the start.
     Janet stopped beside her, caressing the top of Melanie’s head. "It’ll go a long way to help alleviate the others distrust of you."
     "Thanks for the opportunity to explain myself." So that’s the reason she hadn’t been able to get close to any of these people except Janet. Well hell, if that’s why they were ignoring her, she’d spell it out why she was here.
     "I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you."
     "Thanks," Mel murmured, as she darted a glance at the salt and pepper-haired woman while Janet took silverware and plates to the long, scarred wooden table. "Why are you so nice to me?"
     Janet walked to stand beside her. "I had a daughter about your age." She touched Melanie’s arm. "If she had lived, I would want her to be like you."
     Mel leaned toward Janet. "I wish I’d had a mother who loved me." It would have been nice to have someone really care about her. She glanced past the woman as she heard people streaming into the kitchen. "We’d better hurry, here they come."
     The first person she saw was Al Slavery, who could miss that evil scarred face. It was all she could do to keep from flinching as he drew closer to her. Next came Dan dressed in his usual jeans and sweater with a swagger that would turn on most women. Several young stringy-haired women in sweats and a few older men followed behind him.
     "Leave the juice on the counter along with the food. It won’t hurt them to help themselves today." Janet winked at her.
     Mel smiled at Janet, saying, "Good idea." She swished the food from the skillets onto platters.
     Janet winked at her and turned toward the people before they could sit at the table. "Come and get it before it gets cold."
     The guys grabbed plates and rushed forward. Mel backed away from the counter so she wouldn’t be trampled in their attempt to get to the food. It would be a miracle if there was any left; she’d probably have to settle for a bowl of cereal.
     "Hey, you guys leave some food for the rest of us," Janet barked, sounding like a drill sergeant.
     Mel suppressed a grin, watching the men take smaller portions. She might get to eat some of her cooking after all. She flinched when Slavery purposely brushed against her scowling at him.
      The man gave her the creeps.
*****
     A couple of hours later, Melanie watched people gather in the living room from where she sat on the brown-striped couch. None of them came near her, even though she scooted to one end. They obviously preferred to sit in the orange and beige matching chairs or on the floor rather than next to her. The red and black flannel-shirted man she knew as George glared at her as he took his seat.
     When Janet, her forehead slightly beaded with perspiration, walked into the room and stood in front of them, everyone stopped talking and expectant faces turned toward her. She stood in the middle of the huge family room, light glowing down on her, making her look like a prophet with her arms spread.
     A hush settled over everyone, faces rose expectantly as though waiting to hear from their savior. Well, she was in a way since the woman had taken them in after they’d lost everything to gaming. It was amazing how these vacant-faces lit up when Janet spoke.
     "Let’s pray for the salvation of those we are trying to save from the wickedness of gambling." Janet bowed her head. "Dear God, bless our crusade to save poor souls from the hell holes of iniquity. Watch over us tonight and keep us safe as we picket before the Odyssey, and help us reach the spirit of those who have lost their way. Amen." She raised her head, asking, "Are you ready soldiers?"
     People jumped to their feet, waving their hands and yelling, "Yes. Yes, we are."
     "We’ll do anything you ask of us," George, a ruddy-faced man, said.
     Smiling, she stuck her hands palm down in front of her and waved them up and down. "Calm down, children." When everyone sat, she nodded at Melanie. "Many of you have wondered why Melanie is here, since she’s part of the industry we’re against, so today we’re going to give her a chance to explain."
     Mel stood and walked to stand beside Janet. The woman put her arms around her shoulders, whispering, "Your story will rouse them even more."
     Mel smiled up at the maternal gray-haired woman. "Thanks for allowing me to join this wonderful group. I do want to help, and I’m willing to do anything." She took a deep breath, gazing into their faces as she rubbed her moist palms down her sweat pants. How could she make these people believe she belonged here with them?
     "Humph. Seeing is believin’," George said from his seat on the couch.
     "It’s okay, go ahead. There won’t be any more interruptions," Janet said, frowning at the man.
     "I don’t blame him for not believing me." She clenched her hands and lowered her chin to her chest. "I’m ashamed to admit my family owns the Odyssey Casinos.‛
     "I know you don’t like what your casino and others are doing to our families here in the Mid-West any more than the rest of us." Janet hugged Melanie, releasing her a moment later. "Why don’t you explain what gambling did to your family."
     Her chest swelled as she inhaled, then exhaled and moved her hands nervously as she gripped them in front of her. "My father was addicted to gambling, and it killed him." Not able to stand still, she paced in front of the people, no longer seeing them. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. "My father became indebted to loan sharks, and in order to pay them off, he became involved in a scheme to sell the Odysseys to the Moneymaker Casino, a company involved in money laundering."
     Damn. Double damn. Why did he do it? She bit her lower lip to keep them from trembling as she talked about the man she’d loved. "His partner didn’t trust him and, believing Daddy was double crossing him, killed him." Coming to a stop in front of them, with her head high, she added heatedly, "My father would be alive today if it weren’t for gambling. I intend to close every single one of them." She’d make the casinos pay for what they did to her father.
     Loud clapping followed her last statement.
"That is so sad, Melanie. You may not have lost your home like the others here, but your loss was something far more precious.‛ Janet touched the younger woman’s arm. ‚Do you have more to add?‛
     Get a grip, Mel. Don’t fall apart now. Gaining control of her emotions, she said, "Yes, I do." Forgive me, Sis, for what I’m about to say about you."One addiction leads to another, my dad and my sister were both addicted to gambling, smoking and alcohol. My sister was able to break the drinking habit recently by going through rehab."
     "Oh sure, she has. How long has she been off alcohol?" George asked, in a scoffing tone.
     Mel gazed at the older, red-faced man. She knew he’d lost his home, his wife and his job because of gambling, but she didn’t think that was his only problem. There’d been a time or two she’d caught him taking a swig from a wine bottle he’d stashed in different spots around the house. Once, she’d even caught him digging one out of the snow.
     He’s definitely an alcoholic. Only Jolene had conquered her demons and George was still battling his. Janet had to know he was drinking. Mel couldn’t understand why the woman allowed him to continue to stay in her home.
     "Only about six months, but she goes to her AA meetings regularly." She hoped Jolene was still sticking to the program, but Mel didn’t really know.
     "Oh, she’ll fall off the wagon," George sneered. "They all do."
     Had the man tried to quit drinking and failed? "My sister will be one of those who’ll have the strength to stay off alcohol," she said, glaring at the man. Jolene better not start again. She’d brain her if she didn’t stay with the program. She and her sister had their problems, but Mel still wanted Jolene to be happy. The damn men Joley got involved with used her because she was desperate for love.
     The pinch on her arm halted her speech. Obviously, Janet wanted her to stick to the topic of gambling.
     She glanced up at the woman, saying, "I’m sorry I strayed from the topic."
     "Well, it’s true that people light up and drink when they gamble, but it’s a problem that can be addressed another day. Thank you for telling your reasons for being here, Melanie." Janet patted Melanie’s shoulder, giving her a little shove. "It’s time for everyone to get their clothes ready for tonight. It’s going to be extremely cold with the wind blowing and snow expected any time so put on your warmest clothes."
     Oh shit, why couldn’t they wait for summer to picket? She hated winter. Walking away from Janet, she decided she’d better make sure her long underwear was clean, or she would freeze her ass off tonight.
     When she reached the stairs, she glanced back and noticed Al, the man she’d nicknamed Scarface because of the long scar on one side of his face, in a huddle with Janet and Dan. What’s up?
*****
     "She’s feeling left out," Janet said, pausing as she watched Melanie go up the stairs. "If we don’t give her something more to do, she’s going to get bored and leave."
     "We can’t let that happen," Al Slavery said.
     "Why not?" Dan asked angrily. "I say let her go and good riddance. She’s nothing but a spoiled brat, and she might ruin everything for us."
     "Good thing you aren’t running the show,"Al sneered.
     "Well, you aren’t either," Dan said.
     "Stop it right now." Janet glared at both men. "Dan, I want you to make sure Melanie doesn’t get too bored around here." Al was right, they couldn’t let her leave, but even he didn’t know the plan Janet had concocted for little Miss Dubois.
     "Yeah, and how do you want me to do that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
     "You could start by talking to her for one thing. I’m sure you can come up with some ideas on your own." Janet smirked. "You’re a man, aren’t you?"
     "Not much of a one," Al snarled, then snickered.
     Janet watched Dan send a baleful look Al’s way. She’d better watch these two; they hadn’t hit it off since they’d met. These men wouldn’t be allowed to mess up her scheme. Which one would she get rid of if she had to?
     Al had been with her since the beginning when they started doing harmless things like picket at cemeteries for dead soldiers. Dan was unknown, but he seemed more reckless, more willing to take chances. He might be more useful than Al for what she planned next.
     A loud knock at the door caused Janet to turn toward the sound just as it banged open and a large man stormed through the entrance and stopped. "Where is she?"
     "Who in the hell are you?" Dan demanded, running forward to grab the man by the collar.
     Exactly. Who is this man invading her house? Janet watched the giant brush Dan off like a fly. Dan wasn’t exactly short at six feet, but the other fellow had a few inches on him. As she saw Dan raise his fists and Al rush forward to help, she decided it was time to stop this nonsense before they tore up the place.
     "Wait a minute," she said, walking forward. "Who are you looking for?"
     "I want Melanie Dubois." The agitated man looked around the room. "Where is she? I know she’s here."
     "Al, go get Melanie," Janet said. "Why do you want her?"
     "Her mother asked me to bring her home."
"Don’t you think we should leave that up to her?" Janet asked in an appeasing tone, as she watched Al run up the stairs. "I’m sure Melanie is old enough to make up her mind where she wants to live."
     "I’m sure she’ll want to leave when she learns that her sister is getting married soon," Mike said.
     What was she going to do if he actually persuaded the girl to go with him? Melanie loved her sister and would want to be included in the wedding. "Well, we’ll see, won’t we?"
     She watched the dark-haired man with sideburns turn as Melanie ran down the stairs. He looked familiar to her for some reason.
     "Who wants to see me?" Mel asked, stepping off the last step and moving close to Janet.
     "This man wants to talk to you,‛ Janet said, waving her hand at the giant. Now, she remembered, he’d confronted Melanie on the picket line a while back.
     Melanie swung around, her head rose until she stared at the man. "What are you doing here? Didn’t I make myself clear before that I’m staying here?"
     Towering over her, he said, "You did. I sure as the devil wouldn’t be here if it were up to me. I’m only here because of your mother and your sister."
     Her hands on her hips, she said, "Well, you can go back and tell my mother and sister I’m not coming home."
     Janet put her hand on her shoulder as an idea formed in her mind. "Melanie, you should hear him out. Your sister is getting married and wants you to be in her wedding."
     The big man nodded.
     "When is the wedding?" Melanie asked.
     "It’s in December, the day after Christmas."
     Melanie stared up into his face. "That’s a long ways off. I’m not going with you. Tell my sister I’ll be in touch."
     "Have it your way. It doesn’t mean a damn to me." He turned, pulled the door open and glanced over his shoulder. "Sorry to have bothered all of you."
     Watching him pull the door closed, Janet already had a plan.
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For those of you who have been following me on my blog tour; you have my heartfelt thanks. 
 
This is my last blog for the year.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you. 
 
Sandy AKA Sandra K. Marshall
 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Contest! Contest

Hi All,
Stop by Romance Books For Us Santa Contest at http://www.romancebooks4us.com to enter this contest.  Prizes are listed below. 

DANCING SANTA CONTEST!

 


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HO-HO-HO! Santa's got a GIANT bag of prizes, all for one winner! Contest runs 1 Dec. until midnight ET 25 Dec. To enter: Find the 20 pages that have the dancing Santa like the ones you see above (this page doesn't count). Make a list of the names of those pages (ex: Marianne Stephens, Desiree Holt, etc.) and send your list to: contests.rb4u@gmail.com NOTE: Snail mail prizes only shipped to US or Canadian addresses.

PRIZES:

1. $75.00 Gift Card for Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

2. Ebook of A Christmas Accident by romance author Melissa Keir.

3. Print copy of Pucker Up - Rose by romance author Bobbye Terry.

4. Ebooks: A Little Bit Reckless and Cria by romance author Suzanne Rock.

5. Print copy of Addiction by romance author Sandra K. Marshall.

6. Ebook of Head Over Heels by romance author Paris Brandon.

7. Ebook copies of Forbidden Love (Molly Daniels) and Teacher's Pet (Kenzie Michaels).

8. Ebook of Skinwalker's Woman by romance author Fran Lee.

9. Ebook of The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock by romance author Cynthia Arsuaga.

10.Ebook of Matrix Crystal Christmas by romance author Janice Seagraves.

11.Winner's ebook choice of one of backlist books by romance author Tina Donahue.

12.Winner's choice of ebook or print of one book from backlist books by romance author Renee Vincent.

13.Winner's ebook choice of one of the backlist books by romance author Jean Hart Stewart.

14.Ebook of A Groom for Christmas by romance author Cara Marsi.

15.Print copy of the EC Mistletoe Magic anthology from romance author Cindy Spencer Pape.

16.Winner's ebook choice of one of seven books by romance author Rose Anderson.

17.Winner's choice of either an ebook or print copy of "Family Secrets: A Vengeance of Tears" by romance author R. Ann Siracusa.

18.Ebook copy of novella Christmas Spirits by romance author Gemma Juliana.

19.Ebook bag of the 5 Phoenix Agency books by romance author Desiree Holt.

20.Ebook of Sweet Redemption (Sweet Awakenings 1) by romance author Nicole Morgan.

21.Ebook pdf or mobi copy of the Sexy as Hell Box set by romance author Lily Harlem.

22.Ebook copy of the new book, Between Lonesome and Texas by romance author Tori Scott.

23.Signed print copy of "My Chameleon Loves" plus a t-shirt from romance author Missy Martine.

24.Ebook of winner's choice from backlist books by romance author JC Szot.

25.Kindle copy of Dance of Love by romance author Anna Markland.

26.$10.00 gift card for Secret Cravings books from Secret Cravings Publishing.

27.Winner's ebook choice of one book from backlist books by romance author Cris Anson.

28.Ebook (Kindle or B&N) of SCOUNDREL FOR HIRE, (Book 1, Velvet Lies) by romance author Adrienne deWolfe.

29.Print copy of The Faberge Secret by romance author Stephanie Burkhart.

30.Christmas Ornament from romance author Marianne Stephens.



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Sunday, December 1, 2013

Reviews for The Catalyst and Blog Tour for Addiction


Hi Everyone,

  On December 7 - 14, I'll be on a blog tour for Addiction, the second book in The Riverboat Mysteries starting with Virtual Book Tour Cafe at http://www.virtualbooktourcafe.com/.  Every day you can go to VBT and click on the link for that day to follow me.  These tours are a lot of work, so I'll welcome anyone to follow me around and leave a comment.

Photo for The Catalyst here. I have received some nice reviews for The Catalyst, and I'm going to post them here.  It's shameless promoting of The Catalyst, but I have no shame. lol

 


My Review:
★★★★★

I found this to be quite the page turner. This book is a good whodunit mystery with a strong focus on family and relationships. I thought that the author did a great job bringing the characters to life and making them believable. I really enjoyed the relationships between the main character, Carolyn, and her children. The loving son with a secret, the older daughter with a problem, and the youngest child with more emotions than she can handle are all perfectly written. The tension between Carolyn and the youngest of her children was heartbreaking. I am so relieved that I have a good relationship with my children!

This book starts off with a bang and just keeps going. I was wondering who the bad guy was all through the story. There were so many people that were under suspicion that I didn't know which way the police were going to turn next. I wasn't really surprised by who the murderer ended up being, it was a horrible person, but it was a wonderfully twisting time getting there.

This book is perfect for anyone that loves to read about murder, mystery, family, relationships, love, and great characters. This is an adult story as there are mature topics and language.

http://mytangledskeinsbookreviews.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-catalyst-virtual-book-tour.html#jXA51Dgqy9dOhGmf.99
 

Review from Barnes and Noble for The Catalyst by lovehistoryLH -  Set partially on a riverboat casino, The Catalyst, by Sandra K. Marshall is an exciting romantic suspense novel involving a murder mystery. Carolyn Madison and her family receive a shock: her ex-husband, the father of her children, is murdered. Could someone Carolyn loves be involved? Walt, head of security, a family friend, and a love interest to Carolyn, is one of many possible suspects. Carolyn’s children, Alan, Jolene, and Melanie all have something to say about what happened, and they strongly disagree.

Carolyn and Walt are great characters. They are developed well during the course of the suspenseful action. Melanie is a real brat, very hard to like. She can make a reader cringe. These characters are so real. Some you love. Some are infuriating.

Carolyn was going to fire her ex-husband as the figurehead of the company. Then he’s found dead. There’s a lot to keep a reader wondering here. If you like suspense with a bit of romance, why not check out this well-written story?
 
 
Review for The Catalyst:  Jessica Adkins at Bottles and Books Blog  http://bottlesandbooksreviews.blogspot.com/

REVIEW: Carolyn used to be naive and weak. Because of that she lost sight of herself, but not anymore. Now she is taking the family back. When her father died she vowed not to let his company and everything he worked for be lost and now is the time to keep that promise. The first step? Firing Robert Dubois, her ex-husband. Robert Dubois, rapist and thief, has been working in partnership to steal the casino out from under the family in order to sell it off and run away.

When Robert is murdered before he can run off, everyone seems to be a suspect, including his own family. His ex-wife, son, and daughter all have reasons to despise the man and yet one daughter clings to the hope that her father was a good man and not the monster her family all seem to think he is.

Can Carolyn keep rising above and regaining her strength or will she ever never be able to escape the demons of the past? Walt Tollhouse, a friend of the family's, and also her first love seems to believe she can, but it's all up to her. Keeping her family afloat, falling into love, and finding Robert's killer are all that matters to Carolyn and she will do anything to keep her loved ones safe and bring them together.

Sandra's book is one of suspense, justice, love, and family. With just the right combination of mystery, romance, and family, Sandra captivates her audience. Her characters are well defined and each individual's personality shines through to the reader allowing them to feel the characters emotions. I loved Carolyn's character and the strength and vulnerability she showed throughout the book. The plot is fresh and the suspense keeps you right on edge.

I enjoyed The Catalyst tremendously and highly recommend it to others.
 
To be honest with everyone, I had no idea how important reviews were until I started reading some discussion boards this week.  I decided I really must start flaunting my book reviews, so I hope you enjoy them. 
 
Thank you for reading my blog today.  Have a wonderful week, and I'll see you next weekend. 

 

Sandra K. Marshall
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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Do You Think Robots Can Be Made Human?

Good Morning,

First of all, I want to wish everyone a 'Happy Thanksgiving'.

Okay, now down to business, there's a new television series about robots.  I haven't watched it, but I've seen it advertised and that was enough for me.  I'm not into sci-fi and futuristic things.  Okay, back when I was a kid there were comic books about going to the moon, and it happened. 

Every time, I saw the advertisement for this show I kept thinking this is a bunch of hooey.  lol   But, then I would think, anything you can imagine or invent can be done if the creator keeps working to find a way to do it. 

We've all seen the little toy robots with the gravelly voices moving around.  We know about the robots in manufacturing plants, warehouses, etc., but they aren't even human looking. These items don't even look like a person.

Proceed forward a few days, and I happen to walk in to the room where my husband was watching the science channel.  He's big into history, science, sci-fi, national geographic and other learning channels.  Lo and behold; they were talking about making human robots and that caught my attention.  I sat down by him to watch and listen.

Here's what I learned, they are making human looking robots with normal sounding voices.  The one I saw was a beautiful woman, and you would never know she was a robot.  They are giving these robots knowledge of everything, and I would be willing to bet they're going to be smarter than most of us. 

Not only that they're teaching these robots emotions.  You might ask how they're doing that, and I don't blame you, but as I listened I realized they had a good plan for making a robot feel.  It's through touch.  Now, writers know all about touch; showing and feeling emotions, so you wonder if an author, movie maker, or some type of artist came up with this idea.  Remember this channel was the science channel and these were researchers working on this project, and they're people, too, and they're creative. 

As I watched this program, I became a bit anxious. I'm thinking if these scientists can come up with a robot so human that you can't distinguish them from a real person, give them intelligence and feelings what's to keep them from replacing real people?  If you aren't afraid yet; you should be.  Do you think there's a need to worry?

Thank you for reading.  Have a wonderful Thanksgiving and a safe trip to your destination if you are leaving home.  See you next weekend. 

Sandra K. Marshall
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Sunday, November 17, 2013

What is the Importance of a Title?

Does the title of a book influence whether you buy it or not?  I've been thinking about this ever since a prominent author told me the title to my short story, Hitting Bottom, should be changed.  The reason she gave is people looking at the title might think it meant slapping the rear (I'm paraphrasing).

Does the title, Hitting Bottom, make you think of erotica?  It didn't to me, but then I knew my story was about gambling and how some people have hit bottom meaning they lost everything.  So now, I'm wondering if I should change the title to Losing Everything.  I suppose that might clarify what the story is about.  lol   Do these two titles have different meanings to you?

I'm not sure if I'm going to change the title, or not, but it is certainly something to think about. 

Thank you for reading.  Have a great week, and I'll see you next weekend. 

Sandra K. Marshall
http://www.skaymarshall.com

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Veteran's Day Blog


Hello Everyone,

Tomorrow is Veterans Day, and I'm donating my blog to veterans.  I hope if you know a veteran that you thank her/him for giving time to our wonderful country.  Here is an inexpensive way to help veterans.  Click on the blue button at The Veterans Site and help a homeless and hungry veteran get a free meal, at no cost to you. http://theveteranssite.greatergood.com/tpc/ERV_110413_VET_m

I have invited Author, Robert Thornhill back to my blog today because he has written a book titled Lady Justice and the Vet.   I thought his book was appropriate for Veterans Day.

 

About the Author

Award-winning author, Robert Thornhill, began writing at the age of sixty-six and in four short years has penned fifteen 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 and Lady Justice and the Cruise Ship Murders won the Pinnacle Award for the best new mystery novels of Fall 2011, Winter 2012, Summer 2012, Fall 2012, Spring of 2013 and Summer 2013 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 26 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.

Visit him on the Web at: http://BooksByBob.com

 

Blurb: 
        
           Men have been fighting and slaughtering one another since the beginning of time.

            Brave men and women leave their homes, friends and families and travel thousands of miles to foreign lands to fight for liberty and justice.

            Soon they find that the realities of war are far removed from the recruiter’s hype.

            Many die on the field of battle; many more return home with wounds both physical and psychological.

            For those that make the ultimate sacrifice, the war is over, but for those that survive, it is far from over.

            Those who have served bravely and risked their lives deserve the opportunity to return to their homes, find jobs, have children and enjoy the life of freedom for which they fought.

            Too often, it just doesn’t happen.

Ben Singleton, a Marine veteran, had returned from a tour of duty in Afghanistan and was having difficulty adjusting to civilian life.

Fate, coincidence, or something else thrust him right into the heart of some of Walt and Ox’s most difficult cases.

Our heroes find themselves knee-deep in trouble as they go undercover in a nursing home to smoke out practitioners of Medicaid fraud, meanwhile, Islamic terrorists with ties to the Taliban are plotting to attack one of Kansas City’s most cherished institutions.

Join Walt and his band of senior sidekicks on another emotional roller coaster ride that will have you shedding tears of laughter one minute and sorrow the next.

 
Excerpt:

 

CHAPTER 2

 
            “WHAP, WHAP, WHAP”

            Ben Singleton heard the blades of the big choppers.

            “Help! Over here! Archie’s hit! He’s hurt bad!”

            “Shhh, Ben,” Tracy Singleton whispered, putting her arms around her husband. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re home and safe.”

            “The choppers,” he muttered. “I heard the choppers coming.”

            “You were dreaming again, Sweetie. It’s just the ceiling fan.”

            Ben lay very still and as he awoke from his recurring nightmare, he realized that she was right. He wasn’t in the dusty road outside the village in Zad Valley. He was safe and sound in his home in Kansas City.

            “It’s just so real,” he whispered. “I could taste it, feel it, smell it --- I wonder if it will ever go away.”

            “Dr. Fletcher said it would take some time ---”

            “Time! How much time? It’s been four years!”

            Immediately, he regretted his outburst. “I’m sorry Tracy. I didn’t mean to snap at you. You’ve been so great.”

            “It’s okay. I understand,” she said laying her head on his chest. We’ll get through this --- together.”

            Ben looked at the clock. “I’d better get going. We’ve got a big landscaping job in Brookside today.”

            Before his tour in Afghanistan, Ben was being groomed for a management position in a large brokerage firm, but after returning home and healing from his wounds he discovered that he just wasn’t comfortable in the confines of an office. He felt enclosed and trapped.

            After what he had seen and experienced in the Marines, his co-workers in their suits and ties seemed so shallow. Some had been curious about his tour of duty, but there was just no way that he could make someone that had not been there understand the horrors of battle.

            He had taken a job with Empire Landscaping that gave him the freedom to work outside with minimal contact with the other members of the crew. It didn’t pay all that well, but it was hard physical labor which was what he needed to take his mind off of the images that kept forcing themselves back into his consciousness. Most nights, he would tumble into bed exhausted, and fall into a deep sleep --- most nights, but not all.
 

Folks, give your veteran a hug today, tomorrow and every day, especially those who have been in a war.  Also, Mr. Thornhill is offering a free copy of both digital and print copies of his book from November 7 to November 11th.  Go to this link for digital: http://cts.vresp.com/c/?BooksByBob/876240af55/917c77da94/94af8b30c4/s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1383683277&sr=1-23   

To learn more about Robert Thornhill and to see all of his books go to his website:  http://BooksByBob.com

Thank you to all you veterans out there.  I wish that you may find peace. 

Have a wonderful week, and I'll see you next weekend.

Sandra K. Marshall
http://www.skaymarshall.com
http://www.sandramarshallblog.blogspot.com