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Cocoa: Our 8-ish year old American Indian dog. Rescued from the dog pound with only hours from being put down, and she was only two months old. She is the sweetest and loves to play with the laser dot. |
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Echo: She too is a dog pound rescue. She is a boxer and is 2 years old. She loves to jump around and annoy Cocoa and our newest arrival, Shadow. She also loves to lay in my lap and snore. Got-to-love-her.
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"Wild Evolution" now available. ISBN 978-0-9819614-3-9
"Wild Evolution" could be described as a paranormal-thriller or horror-police procedural, either category you pick would work fine.
A brief description of "Wild Evolution": When Dan defends his livestock against a wild dog attack, he is put in a 'kill or be killed' battle. When he takes the head of a wild dog in to be tested for rabies he discovers he has the head of a human male instead of a wild dog. Now he is forced to cover up a self-defense killing because no one would believe he killed a wild dog when he has a human head.
A werewolf by contamination, Dan's life spins out of control. All his senses are heightened including his passion for the wild. His passion for the wild compels him to try to stop a new housing development that threatens the local wildlife from loss of habitat, but things don't go according to plans and now he has a second body to dispose of.
While under investigation for murder, Angela gives Dan her unflinching trust. Because of an abusive father, Dan has never been able to trust anyone, but now he has someone he wants to start a family with, someone to build a future with. |
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"Learning to Love on Indian Time" now available. ISBN 978-0-9819614-4-6
"Learning to Love on Indian Time" would be categorized as an inspirational romance.
A brief description of "Learning to Love on Indian Time": Carla’s life has been turned upside down the last few years. Newly divorced and a new graduate, she moves across country to start life over as the pastor for the Brahma Community Church. Brahma, South Dakota appears to be as deserted as the nearby Badlands. The western culture and the nearby Indian reservations open up a whole new world to her. The best part of her new job is meeting Owen. With his mother being Lakota and his father being Irish, Owen embodies the better of two different cultures.
Things are complicated enough for Carla without having to juggle a new relationship too, but maybe Owen is the best thing that could happen to her. |
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C. FERN COOK
Fern Cook started out as a freelance writer in the late 90's doing articles for the how-to and inspirational markets. Today she writes about her passions: small town life, the great outdoors, and all the animals that inhabit this planet with us. When it comes to genres, Fern does not stick with one. If a genre existed for animal stories, that would be her genre.
All the characters in Fern Cook's stories are at the crossroads of life. It's their chance to grow or run and hide. It's their chance to prove themselves or a time blend into the background with everyone else.
Many of the places described in Wild Evolution are set in Grand County, Colorado, where Fern worked as a patrol deputy. Aside from being a patrol deputy, Fern also processed many crime scenes as a crime-scene tech.
Currently Fern is working on the second book in the Wild Evolution series. Also in the line up for future novels is an adventure story about finding the Garden of Eden, and an unusual tale about the afterlife.
If you wish to contact Fern please click here and leave a message. |
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Click here to order “Learning To Love On Indian Time”. Also available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Books-A-Million and other on line book dealers. An Ebook download is available at Amazon and Smashwords. Click here to email a request for a signed copy for only $9.99 plus $3.50 S&H. |
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Please read the following excerpt from “Leaning To Love On Indian Time”.
Carla has never felt so alone. This is the first time in her life she is totally out there on her own. She went straight from living with her parents to the safety of having a husband there to back her up. Even when she went back to college she felt like she was a part of the student body, at least there was a sense of camaraderie with her fellow students. But now there is nothing or no one here in this part of the country where she has traveled to take her first job since graduating from college. Not since she was an insecure teenager has she let her subconscious beat up her self esteem like today. The long drive through the barren landscape of the Dakotas has given her mind plenty of time to dwell on her imperfections. The grueling drive across country is almost over and exhaustion and boredom fuel her thoughts of self doubt. What was I thinking, coming out here in the middle of nowhere, no friends or family for support and starting a new career? A lot of people still don’t like women pastors, especially divorced women. That’s two strikes against me. Maybe I should’ve picked something else for a career. Her gut rumbles from all the extra juices that are bubbling up to provide punishment for her impending failure. When people find out I can’t be a saint… The solitary road sign pointing to Brahma breaks her destructive train of thought, Brahma 45 miles. Well, am here; there is no turning back now. State highway 83 takes her straight through the middle of Brahma. Turning onto the main road that leads to town, gives her a bad first impression and gives her the urge to cut and run back to the safety of her mom's house. But with most of her funds gone and not wanting to give her mom the satisfaction of being right about taking a job across country, she continues driving down the main street through town. The town resembles a scene from a 1950’s sci-fi series of a dusty, deserted ghost town. A sign points to a business district, but from the looks of things that sign must have been put up years ago. The only thriving business in the area is the truck stop back on Interstate 90. The residential area seems just as deserted; the only signs of life are a couple of stray dogs that have run across the road. Carla pulls up to her new place of business, the Brahma Community Church. The outside of the church looks like another abandon building, the wood siding is bare except for a few spots of peeling paint that is still clinging to the wood. Carla tries the front doors, but they’re locked. Walking around to the back, she sees the sidewalk that leads to an equally deteriorating parsonage. A wood frame house that has a blue tarp tied across the roof with a yard that is a mixture of sand and weeds fits in with the rest of the town. Trying the back door of the church, Carla finds the door unlocked. When she steps inside she is surprised to hear the high-pitched voices of children playing coming from the basement. The voices lead her down the steps into a large room filled with toys, miniature tables and chairs, and a room full of rowdy children. The children stop playing to stare at the stranger that has walked in. They don’t see many strangers in this part of the country. A short, slightly overweight woman comes over to find out what this stranger is doing here. “Can I help you?” “I hope so. The sign out front says this is the Brahma Community Church. I’m supposed to start to work here as the new pastor.” Carla is surprised to see so many children when the rest of the town appeared to be so deserted. “Is this some sort of preschool?” “Yes. This is the area Headstart. I'm the teacher here and you are?” “I’m sorry.” Carla extends her hand to introduce herself properly. “I’m Carla Beck.” In mutual politeness, she returns the courtesy. “I’m Janie Anderson. Welcome to Brahma, Miss Beck.” “If you don’t mind me asking, do you go to church here?” “When I can.” “So what else do they have going on here besides Headstart?” Carla winks at a shy little girl hiding behind Mrs. Anderson. The little girl pokes her head out from behind Mrs. Anderson's skirt, her curiosity about the stranger wins over her shyness. Mrs. Anderson glances at the clock behind her. “You'd be surprised. A lot happens here. The whole town uses this building for one thing or another. It’s used like a community center since the town never built one. They have the town meetings here, the local AA meets here. I don’t know if the boy scouts are going to meet here this year or not. And of course, Headstart rents the basement out. When my assistant gets back I can show you around the church.” “Is there a phone here I could use?” Carla fishes for a slip of paper in the front pocket of her jeans. “I need to call Owen Begly.” “Sure, you’ll like Owen." Mrs. Anderson winks at Carla. Carla returns with a "Huh.". "He’s a good guy. He’s been holding the church together since the last pastor left. If you want, you can use the phone in your office. Just go back up the stairs, into the sanctuary and the first door on your right will be your office.” Mrs. Anderson grabs a little boy by the arm as he tries to run by and wipes his nose. “These kids always have a runny nose, no matter what the weather is.” “They’re some cute kids you have here.” Carla smiles at the little girl when she pops out from behind Mrs. Anderson skirt again. The little girl ducks back behind Mrs. Anderson immediately making Carla grin remembering when she use to be a shy little girl. “I guess I’ll go try to call this guy. Thanks for your help.” |
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Dana Warryck at www.danawarryck.com. Dark Romance, Science Fiction, and the Paranormal. |
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Dallas White at www.dallaswhite.com. Romance Author - Erotica, Contemporary, and Humor. |
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Willa Kaye Danes at www.willakayedanes.com. Fantasy-Romance. |
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Gwynn E. Ambrose at www.gwynneambrose.com. |
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David Leroy Burns at www.davidleroyburns.webs.com. Author of unapologetic space operas and other literary fluff. |
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Shadow is our newest arrival. She was dumped and somehow found her way to our back door. She still had puppy breath. She is about 8 months old now and she eats just as much as Cocoa and Echo together. She earned her name immediately because she was always in our shadow, nearly making us trip. Now she casts a big shadow of her own. She loves to hug and pick on Echo. |
