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Book Reviews ~ Virtual Justice (Justice Series Book 7)

Virtual Justice (Justice Series Book 7) by Author M.A. Comley

“Virtual Justice” is my first exposure to talented Author M.A. Comley and after reading this 7th Book in the Justice Series…I am chastising myself for not starting with Book 1. The Prologue captured my attention right from the onset with the eerie encounter and first-date experience between two strangers who met online through a dating service. The macabre theme sets the pace for the haunting story to follow. Married couple Lorne and Tony Warner operate a dog kennel with the help of their daughter Charlie. Lorne, a former copper and Tony her second husband…an ex-soldier and amputee who survived the war in Afghanistan make a compatible and lovable couple. Their relationship and rapport sets the tone for a congenial home atmosphere.

Lorne, now a private investigator and a fine sleuth is hired by Stacy Meldrew to investigate the disappearance of her sister Karen. With dogged determination, she refuses to leave a stone uncovered as she makes every effort to solve the very troubling case of the missing Ms. Meldrew. Lorne taps into her resources by contacting her friend and former partner Katy on the Met police force as well as psychic friend, Carol who quickly senses death.

…And then enters Bella Croft who decides to find a date online. Her blind date…a handsome accountant by the name of Morris. Mesmerized by him…Bella becomes like a puppet on a string. Mind boggling…spine chilling…unpredictable! I could not put this book down. Talented Author M.A. Comley has penned a fictional novel about the unthinkable crime. You won’t want to miss a word of this one!

Inspirational Author & Book Reviewer ~ Dolores Ayotte

Book Reviews ~ Solstice

Solstice by Author Damian Stevenson

This fictional mystery thriller starts off ordinarily enough. Dana Barnes the protagonist…has a good insurance policy with her present employer and decides to voluntarily commit herself to a five day stint at Expedition House, a psychiatric facility to help her overcome her bout with severe depression. She is being treated by Dr. Hertzig, who after the required time, releases her with a bag full of prescription drugs and sends her on her way.

Tyler…a temporary worker/new boyfriend at the facility picks her up on the day of her release to drive her to Thornhill House, Home of the Rainbow Collective. This gated compound is run by her sister’s fairly new husband, Clive. He is a charismatic leader who has a son by the name of Conrad from his first marriage that Zoe is yet to meet.

On the drive to Dana’s destination, Tyler mysteriously disappears and then all hell breaks loose. The roller coaster ride of a series of the oddest and most unpredictable events ensues. Something very weird is going on in this compound where Clive, with his eerie personality and haunting eyes, manages the affairs and orchestrates the preparation for the yearly Solstice Fair. It has been a very dry year. Much rain is needed to correct the drought situation that is similar to four years ago when the Marsh’s nineteen year daughter also lost touch with her family and friends. Dana, even in her fragile mental and emotional state, is wondering if there is some kind of connection. What macabre events has this cultish leader cooked up to honor this annual event and satisfy the demands of nature earth in order to get that much needed rainfall…

Any reader who enjoys a mystery thriller with many unexpected twists and turns is bound to be captivated by this quick and unpredictable novel. It is a real thriller and will keep you on the edge of your seat…Damian Stevenson is one creative author!

Inspirational Author & Book Reviewer ~ Dolores Ayotte

BOOK REVIEW ~ Cruelty To Innocents ~ May 23, 2011 by Dolores Ayotte

Title: Cruelty To Innocents (The 911 Abductions)

Authors: CK Webb & DJ Weaver

Publisher: Suspense Publishing

This novel starts off with a bang. You are out of the gate so fast that it can’t help but grab your immediate attention. There’s no way that I could have ever predicted the outcome. Cruelty To Innocents is a real page turner and a book that you won’t want to miss out on.

It starts off in the small town of Aberdeen, Maryland. A typical single mother, Chloe, is having a discussion with her thirteen year old daughter Danni, on the way to the grocery store. This heated discussion is about an unchaperoned event that Chloe doesn’t want her daughter to attend. After this point is settled, Chloe and Danni enter into a grocery store and witness an older man having a massive heart attack. Chloe instinctively tries to resuscitate this dying man and while doing so her daughter mysteriously disappears. To anyone’s recollection, this is the first ever abduction to take place in this small community.

The plot of the story quickly thickens as Sloanne, Chloe’s best friend returns to Aberdeen to support her during this worrisome and frantic time. Sloanne has not been to Aberdeen for several years because of her past. She has no desire to return but her friend’s need outweighs her uneasiness. There is much intrigue and suspense to follow as Sloanne witnesses a tragic accident and meets someone from her past, an old school mate by the name of Shawn. She hardly recognizes this “ruggedly handsome” fireman who was once the “scrawny kid” she remembers from her youth.

As the novel unfolds, during another unfortunate tragedy two more young children, a set of twins, mysteriously disappear from the van they are sitting in as their parents assist in the crisis at hand. What is happening in this almost crime free town of Aberdeen?  Two mysterious abductions in a matter of days….and then there’s Simone who has been beaten to a pulp and lays in a coma.  Will she ever wake up? Will she survive her brutal attack?  Can she help identify her attacker? Are the abductions and this horrible beating connected? So many questions and so few answers. The police are on full alert. What will happen next? Sloanne is now tapping into her background as the daughter of a deceased police officer. Will she be able to get to the bottom of these unprecedented events?

Four miles away from Aberdeen, in the small community of  Havre de Grace, another mysterious abduction takes place. Sloanne along with Shawn and Chloe are putting their heads together to find the common thread in order to unravel this sadistic mystery. Every time a young girl disappears, it seems to be at the scene of some kind of emergency. Is this just a co-incidence or can they piece together this case?  Will Sloanne follow in her father’s footsteps and come up with the much-needed clues?

CK Webb and  DJ Weaver have co-authored this well-written, suspense novel with numerous twists and turns. The unknown and the desire to know more keep you riveted to every word and each and every page.  This dynamic mother-daughter duo have managed to write a book in such a way that it makes the reader feel like they are actually viewing a movie as they read it. I could mentally visualize all that was taking place making it  virtually impossible to not become part of the action. I eagerly returned to read this book time and time again in order to see what could possibly happen next as the clues unfolded to solve the mystery in “Cruelty To Innocents”.  You will not be able to put this book down.   

CK Webb was born and raised in Mississippi, and dreamed of writing like the greats; Emily Bronte, Edgar Allan Poe, and Stephen King, to name a few. CK joined the US Navy and traveled the world, but eventually returned to settle down in the tiny town of Millport, Alabama. A self-proclaimed ‘reformed bad girl’, this thirty-something writer now shares her life with her husband and two beautiful children.

CK also enjoys spending time with her friends, family, and book club. Although CK delights in preying on the fears of others and enjoys killing people…thankfully she does it the legal way; in her novels. She has just completed the first two novels in the ‘Innocents’ series which she co-wrote with her best-friend and mother, DJ Weaver. CK writes in a variety of other genres.


Originally from Pascagoula, Mississippi, DJ Weaver relocated to north Mississippi in 1980. She attended Mississippi University for Woman and Mississippi State University, studying paralegalism and Human Resources Management.  DJ recently completed two books in the three-novel Innocents series, Cruelty to Innocents: The 911 Abductions and Collecting Innocents, which she co-wrote with her daughter and best friend, CK Webb.

DJ writes in a variety of genres. When she isn‘t writing, DJ develops and maintains WebbWeaver Review blog, where she reviews books and interviews published authors regularly. She serves as co-chairwoman of WebbWeaver Book Club. DJ also writes book reviews for Suspense Magazine. DJ is a 50-something year old mother and grandmother who works part-time and makes her home in Millport, Alabama.

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Grateful to be Mindful — December 4, 2010 by Jeremy Angus

Posted in A WOMAN'S VOICE,WORDS OF WISDOM ~ A MAN'S VOICE by doloresayotte on December 4, 2010
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Day 14 – of Jeremy’s Journal   

“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.” Thich Nhat Hanh

It’s a beautiful quote from a gentle, beautiful writer. Thich Nhat Hanh reminds us to be grateful of the marvel of life, to be mindful of our presence within the miracle.  I urge you to find his books and read them.  His words rhythmically lap against your soul as lake waves on a shore. 

Tonight I didn’t get home until about 7:30pm.  Where I work, at Manitoba’s Emergency Management Organization, we are normally not doing much emergency management-wise this time of year beyond research, planning, meetings and the like.  But it’s been busy lately.  Just the last 3 weeks we’ve been hammered by a once in a lifetime “Weatherbomb” event with hurricane force winds wreaking havoc, a few river communities are flooding while the snow falls and rivers freeze-up, and now an avian influenza outbreak at a turkey breeding farm that could be minor or perhaps otherwise.  Busy, busy. So it goes sometimes.  

After we played with our daughter, Elena, gave her a bath and put her to sleep, I got layered up and went out to shovel the drive again, as it just won’t stop snowing.  I could think of a dozen other things I would have rather done, but I have to admit, it was nice to be out, breathing the cool air, watching light snow still fall, working my muscles.  It all roused memories and associations of being a child doing happy activities outside, in the dark and in the snow.  

I couldn’t get away from this task as it had to be done, as most responsibilities in a day cannot be avoided.  So instead I decided to embrace it; I consciously chose to practice mindfulness while shovelling.  

A million thoughts floated in and out of my mind as I pushed the white stuff, and I just observed each one and let it go.  I gradually became aware of that same calm awareness I noticed while fasting this week. 

I thought about a lot of things, but eventually a thought-thread developed that I followed for the rest of this labour.  I consciously asked myself what I was doing with this experiment in spirituality.  What was I expecting or hoping to get out of it? Do other people think about topics like spirituality and mortality and God and where we come from before birth, or where we go to after death?  Or am I a lunatic in a minority?  Do the masses consider such things, or does something have to happen in your life to trigger these questions?  I know from experience that once you ask yourself the questions, you have a difficult time going on without a satisfactory answer.  I wasn’t so much philosophizing here as much as I was just observing my train of thought as it bumped along.

When I was a young lad, I never doubted God or questioned who I am or why we’re here.  As a boy and into my teenage years, I believed the things I was told in church and school and home and this was a potent thing: with the power of faith I had no questions, and therefore sought after no answers.  

I cringe out a smile now to remember how dedicated I was, how genuine and fearless my love was for God.  Maybe I’m jealous of the kid I was then, feet firmly marching forward on the sacred path through the fullness of life.  There was no endgame to my efforts – it was just a part of who I was as a person. 

When my brother Geoffrey died, a number of things happened.  The first thing was I denounced my faith in God.  I remember it as if it was only an hour ago.  Everyone was gathered in town at my grandparents place, and I was brought there to hear the news.  When someone says or writes that their heart shattered into a thousand pieces, this is not a metaphor.  To hear those words, “Geoffrey’s dead,” – well, I tell you, my heart shattered into a thousand little pieces onto the floor, and I further trampled those shards of heart into dust as I ran out the door.  I was traumatized; he was my best friend, my hero, my mentor, my rock and my protector.  And by some sick manipulation of Life, he was no more. 

I ran and hid in the shadows behind the gas station down the street. I just crumpled to my knees, like tossed rags of sorrow.  Never had I experienced such anguish and ache before.  I couldn’t take it – everything came gushing out of me. I exploded into tears and let go horrible, droning howls, all that was in my stomach projected out; these bodily fluids, my worldview and my faith all blended into a mush on the ground.  I covered my release with dead leaves and pulled myself to standing.  So much anger – I feared I might self-combust if I didn’t do something.  I started punching the brick wall and vowed to chase God down and expose him as a fraud for ever allowing such a thing to happen.  I smashed my fist to a bloodied pulp against those bricks, but it still did not take away from the excruciating ache inside.  By then my friends found me.  Of course they didn’t know what to do, but they put their hands on me anyway.  I let them.  I gave up, and let them quietly lead me back to the house. 

When Geoffrey died, a cosmic piece of me died too.  I morphed into an unbearably sad young man. Maybe some of you reading this can remember.  I wasn’t sure I could live with this new poison; I was terrified to allow myself to love again with all my heart.  I was not strong enough to go through that another time.  I did everything I could to put off going to sleep each night.  I feared my dreams, and besides, I would just have to wake up and face another long day.  I stopped going to Church with my mother; this I know tore her hemorrhaging heart even more.  I stopped thinking there was a God or caring if he/she existed.  Maybe God existed, maybe not; I no longer cared either way.  

Then I turned to alcohol.  For the next few years I gave it my finest effort to drink myself into a stupor.  I wanted to become comatose.  I wanted to become an idiot who, even if I wanted, could no longer care, could no longer think haughty thoughts about life and my place in it.  These were sad days, and I fell until I could fall no more. Let me tell you, it’s a lonely, despairing place, down at the bottom.  May you never see it in your life. 

But then the second thing happened. Life is a beautiful and glorious mystery, a swirl of endless miracles, and for reasons unknown to me, Jaime came along with an unwavering smile and a heart heaving with love.  She led my wretched soul out of the darkness and off the self-destructive path I had chosen; she fostered me back into a human being.  She saved my life, and she gave me a reason to care and to believe and to try again.  I owe her everything and I’ll never forget that. 

About the time Jaime came into my life, my mother also quietly intervened and convinced me to go to university.  This is the third thing that happened.  I discovered books; I met smart people with great ideas and remembered that I’m a smart person with great ideas too.  I started to experience light back in my world again.  My mother and my wife helped me avoid my catastrophic iceberg, and the rest, as they say, is history. 

So I followed this thought-thread as I shoveled. I was mindful of all of it and watched it float along in my mind like a movie.  I wasn’t daydreaming or unaware of where I was or what I was doing.  On the contrary; I was very much aware, and I was relishing what was happening.  

A series of events, both tragic and beautiful, occurred to make me into the sort of person who today works very hard to be more spiritual, more compassionate, more mindful of life and its miracles.  I consider myself fortunate. 

My thought-thread took me on to contemplate these ideas further.  I thought about my closest friend Graham, and his father Bill.  After a valiant battle against cancer, Bill passed on in February of this year.  At every funeral I ever attended since my brother’s, my tears were always still for my brother, except at Bill’s funeral.  My tears were for him.  My closest friend’s father was like a father to me too, and I mourned. 

Afterwards, something Graham shared with me stuck with me, perhaps it’ll stick forever.  Graham stayed home with his father for about two years, as every good son wishes they could in such a situation.  There were a lot of nights in the house, I’m sure, of just sitting around letting time go by rather than talk about difficult topics like death and such.  But one night they did.  Graham asked Bill what he thought was next for him, with cancer in his body and death close by.  Bill looked at Graham, shrugged his shoulders, and said he had no clue.  He had never thought about it, and figured it was too late to begin thinking about it now.  

Bill was wonderfully kind, generous and often hilarious.  The world could use more great men such as him.  Why didn’t he have an answer to Graham’s questions?  Why didn’t he feel the urge to ever contemplate God and his soul?  I don’t know. 

If you are a person who does ask yourself similar questions as I, please realize they are the most important questions of all.  If you are genuine in your dedication to spiritual pursuits, share it with the world.  Don’t be an evangelist or a recruiter or a preacher; just be honest and open and true to yourself.  For years I wondered what people would think if I explored and pursued spirituality in such an open forum as the world-wide-web, and the answer is, it’s the right way.  I’ve only heard positive comments.  We all have a light to share and the world needs more light these days than ever.  

I’m telling you from my own experience:  share your light; it’ll only brighten someone else’s way.

Thanks Jeremy.  I was so touched by your story that I felt very moved to share it. I’m happy I discovered your blog site.   To learn more about Jeremy please visit: http://pathwaytoenlightenment.com

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