ABOUT THIS FAB NOVEL
Abigail Bender lost her only love at Gettysburg in 1863. One hundred and fifty years later Kaitlyn Novacs, teetering on the edge of a breakdown after the loss of her one love, encounters Abigail’s spirit in a quaint Canadian inn. There’s a connection between these women, Kaitlyn feels it the first moment she sees the ghost but refuses to admit it. She is forced to accept how closely her fate mirrors the ghost’s when through Abigail’s window she witnesses the ghost’s life and death. Still, there’s a secret Abigail withholds from Kaitlyn. Will discovering that secret come too late to save Kaitlyn from Abigail’s fate?
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5.0 out of 5 stars
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May 16, 2019
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even in this digital age there is nothing to compare then picking up a book like Abigail’s window sitting in a comfortable chair on a rainy day with a hot beverage by your side and immersing yourself into a story that grips you from the beginning until the very end. A little history a little romance a little intrigue everything that you want to get away from the Monday and world that we are in I’m so glad that I let Abigail‘s window Take me away for a little while and I can’t wait for Susan Solomon’s next book to do the same thank you Susan please keep writing
David M. Hoffman
5.0 out of 5 stars
A genre-busting read
July 13, 2019
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Ghosts, history and the power of love. Something for everyone. Buy it, cry a little, smile a lot
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Chapter OneFace in the Window
As I stepped from the rental car, I saw the lace curtains pulled aside in a second floor window. I felt eyes stare down at me. My jaw dropped. Had it followed me here?
Ronnie Hoffmann glanced at me over the roof of the car. “What’s wrong now?” she said.
I stood, blinking.
With a shrug, she turned to Andrea O’Rourke, who popped the trunk and lifted out our suitcases.
When I looked again at the window I saw a woman, but not quite a woman. She appeared to be… transparent. Shuddering, I turned my back to the house.
“Yeah, I’m cold too, Katy. Get your suitcase.” Ronnie took off her thick-rimmed glasses and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. Though only in her early thirties, her long black hair showed streaks of gray.
I wrapped my heavy coat tight around my chest but didn’t move. I hadn’t wanted to come to Niagara-on-the-Lake, hadn’t wanted to leave my apartment. After what I’d been through, I never wanted to venture out again. Ronnie had refused to let me become a hermit.
“You waiting for April when the snow melts?” she called to me.
I lifted my eyes to the window. The curtains were closed. Feeling as though the woman continued to watch me, I shrank back against the car door. “Somebody’s… up there.”
Andrea clicked her tongue.
“Another ghost?” Ronnie slammed the car trunk closed. “The Niagara Inn isn’t any more haunted than your apartment.”
My friend knew what haunted me. She had helped to pull me through a breakdown seven years ago. She didn’t believe a ghost caused it then, and didn’t believe one pushed me toward the edge this time.
I pointed to the window. “Don’t you see her?”
Ronnie didn’t bother to look. “Probably another guest.”
The stiff Lake Ontario wind had turned Andrea’s face almost as red as her hair. Looking around the empty parking lot, she said, “Can’t be another guest. No one but us is stupid enough to travel in this weather.” She hefted her suitcase. “Yap out here if you want. I’m going inside.”
Shivering, I examined the bed and breakfast Ronnie had brought me to for a long, girls-only weekend. Pale behind the falling snow and surrounded by skeletons of azalea bushes and a row of evergreen hedges, the Niagara Inn rose two stories above what appeared to be an ancient brick foundation.
“Come on, come on. I’m about to turn into an icicle,” Andrea complained.
“More like a cherry popsicle,” Ronnie said.
“Yeah, whatever.” Our redheaded friend turned and stomped off through the snow.
The wind rushed up to encircle me. In its howl, I heard a familiar laugh. This disembodied sound had chased me since my teenage years. I looked at our car, now coated with a thin layer of snow. I had an urgent desire to get in, drive back across the border to the Buffalo airport and fly home to Manhattan. Though the laughter also haunted me there, at least in familiar surroundings I could almost ignore it.
While I thought about fleeing, the lake wind pushed me toward the house. I held fast.
Ronnie grabbed the sleeve of my black faux-fur coat. “Come on!”
I pulled away. “I can’t… the laugh.”
“You’re hearing it again?”
She took me by the shoulders. “You’re not being haunted, Katy. What you hear is just in your head. How many times do I have to tell you that? Now get inside before we both get sick.”
When I still resisted, she gave me a tight-lipped stare—her way of saying, Kaitlyn Novacs, get over yourself.
“Ken and I were here for our anniversary five years ago,” she said. “This is a beautiful place, not some crappy dump with cobwebs your warped mind is turning it into. Now move!”
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. Nothing in this house could be worse than what I’ve been through, I thought.
The wind howled again, louder this time. It might have been telling me, You think so?
Ronnie’s grin wrinkled her eyes. “What an expression. You look like an Eskimo searching for the nearest dogsled. Wanna rub noses?”
I grabbed a handful of snow from a bush and flung it at her. Then, feeling a rush of warmth for my best and sometimes only friend, I hugged her.
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” she said. “Now can we get out of this storm?”
With her hand propelling me forward, I slogged through drifting snow from the parking lot to the Niagara Inn’s door where Andrea O’Rourke waited.
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A DIABOLICAL MURDER IS OUT TARGETING LOCAL COMEDIANS IN DEAD COMIC STANDING. A WITTY MURDER MYSTERY BY KAREN VAUGHAN.
Win a signed book by joining the fun. Karen Vaughan the mistress of the witty murder mystery has agreed to host an event. To win a signed copy of Dead Comic Standing, answer the questions under comments for a chance to win an autographed copy of Dead Comic Standing.
What happens when there is a guy with absolutely zero sense of humor and hates comedians with a passion? This individual we’ll call Hank takes his hatred of funny people to a whole new level and starts butchering the comedians working out of 2 different Comedy clubs. Amongst the murder and mayhem in Dead comic standing, you will laugh and but hope your fave comedian doesn’t get knocked off the stage permanently.
Dead Comic standing was born out of my love for stand up comedy. (I was raised on George Carlin and Cheech and Chong to name a few). I had always wanted to perform this art form but was too afraid of being heckled but I did spend hours watching Evening at the Improv and dreaming.
2006 came around and I got the opportunity to get up on stage. Stand up for mental Health run by comedian David Granirer came to our town and I said sure why not. It was a dream I had even before writing so I jumped in with both feet and have not looked back!!!
So with this love of comedy I thought, what if there was such a person who hated comics and wanted to do something to rid the world or at least the City of Edmonton of Comedians….I wasn’t looking forward to this character taking his show on the road but hey every story needs a villain right?
7 comedians vs one serial killer who will get the last laugh.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Stand-up comic Dave Feener has a great rapport with his audience, so when his body is found maliciously stabbed a short distance away from The Laff Attak where he's just performed, there seems to be no real motive for the brutal murder. A serial killer who does not think local comics are funny has just begun his rampage.
Constables Mike Borneo and Lissa Cassway along with detective Vince Vetters are racing to find the killer before he claims another victim. Was Feener just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Left with his wedding ring and his wallet, Feener's body isn't even cold when the killer strikes again-this time stabbing Phil Vetters, a comic known for his redneck shtick and the brother of detective Vince Vetters. Just as Vince vows revenge, the killer makes a fateful mistake when he stabs another comic and does not ensure his victim is dead before he leaves the crime scene.
The killer is a sicko, but not an idiot. He's right under everyone's noses and the anticipation of a righteous kill is all just part of the fun. Only time will tell if the killer will have the last laugh.
AN EXAMPLE OF ONE OF THE ACTS IN A BOOK.
I love animals; I guess I would have to, being raised with the four primates. Dinner in our house resembled feeding time at the monkey house. I know I know…it’s not nice to compare the boys to a bunch of chimps. The chimps have a bigger shot at getting a college degree than those animals. The older three attend clown school and are starting at The Shrine circus when they graduate. The one with the penis and the brain has a Masters in Psychology.
I have never been married, but I lived with a guy for six months. The only reason that the individual in question is still alive is credited to the fact that I look horrible in orange and I didn’t want to be the prison bitch, of some chick named Hildegard.
Honestly the names some people give their kids, they’re just asking for trouble. Imagine burdening your offspring with the name of Hildegard, she’s bound to commit crimes—“Come to mommy, Hildegard ---sure she ambles straight into your arms and thwack—you never saw it coming. Just think of her plea of guilty based on getting a shitty moniker at birth.
Norbert is another name that should be avoided at all costs. You’re going to have a child with a shit load of psychiatric issues based on childhood bullying. So right after my mom read a book about what your kids’ names mean, she stopped calling Bobby, Bonzo.
Well it’s been great. I’ll be here until Sunday or whenever Jeff hands me a pink slip, whichever comes first.
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Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough, Ontario with her husband Jim and a cat named JJ who has plenty of catitude! Karen started her literary journey in 2005 when she was home on sick leave and was tired of staring at the four walls or twiddling her thumbs. An idea for what would become DEAD ON ARRIVAL popped in to her head and the feisty 30 something character Laura wouldn't leave her alone til her story was written. Laura took a break from pestering the poor author, so she could write a free-standing novel DEAD COMIC STANDING. Soon Laura was on the campaign to get Karen back to what would become the Laura and Gerry series. It now has 7 books, the latest being DEAD TO WRITES. Karen is the proud mom of one, step-mom of 4 grown kids, and 2 grandchildren. While not w writing her fingers to the bone she hosts WRITERS ROUND TABLE the second Tuesday of each month. She is also a partner with Viv Drewa in OWL & PUSSYCAT PROMOTIONS, promoting independent authors. Karen is a stand-up comedian who does her routine for local talent nights and loves reading, crafts and drawing.
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