Saturday, July 1, 2023

BWL Publishing Inc. new releases for July 2023

 

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The story takes place late in 1944 Halifax. The war in Europe has turned in favour of the Allies. Meanwhile, back in Halifax, Robichaud and his partner, Pete Duncan, are still dealing with the daily issues and complaints like any police department. Both men are tired, like the population in general. Tired of the over-crowding, profiteering and the increasing animosity between serving personnel and the public. However, they will have to muster what energy they can to contend with a new threat as Naval Intelligence once again calls on them for help. This time it has to do with an Ally: Russia.

 

It was a dark overcast night and cold. The street was quiet; not much traffic, pedestrians or cars. The lone man walked down the street a cigarette hanging from his lips. He kept to the shadows. Suddenly a stranger stepped in front of him just as he reached the entrance to an alley between two houses.

“Gotta light, mac?” he said, holding up a cigarette between his fingers.

“Da,” he said sounding a bit startled as he dug into his pocket for his lighter.

Then he felt the icy cold tickle of a wire tighten around his throat. Too late, he tried to get his fingers under it. He felt himself being dragged backward into the alley. Then, as he stared at the face of the man who asked for a light, he realized that this would be the last thing he ever see again.

This was to become the worst and most dangerous case for Detective John Robichaud and his partner, Pete Duncan. They would need all their energy and resolve to deal with the brutality this new villain brought to their city and would bring one of them to the brink of death.

Friday, June 30, 2023

New Brunswick the Summervale Ranch by Eden Monroe




 There was not a cloud in sight as I made my way through the old shire town of Hampton, New Brunswick, and passed over the steel bridge dutifully spanning the Kennebecasis at its narrowest point.  A river of many moods, the name Kennebecasis is believed to be from the Mi’kmaq word Kenepekachiachk meaning little long bay place. The Mi’kmaq are among the original inhabitants in the Atlantic Provinces on the east coast of Canada. These indigenous peoples navigated the Kennebecasis in their birch bark canoes for thousands of years, and I think of that today as I glance at its pristine waters passing quietly under the bridge.
Onward I went at a leisurely pace that day onto Route 121 a scenic drive with the river stretching southward to my left, a glimmering silver ribbon meandering through the valley on a lazy summer afternoon.
Just minutes away sat the rural community of Bloomfield whose first settlers began to arrive more than two hundred years ago, determined to carve out a new homeland in the rich dark soil. Time has altered that landscape considerably since those early days, now with its neatly manicured lawns as green as an Irish morning, hand in hand with fertile farmlands and untamed fields dotted with colourful wildflowers. It is a wind-tossed vibrant dance of beauty gently sweeping downward toward the river.
The winding  blacktop felt like a welcoming red carpet because I’d come with a special purpose in mind. I wasn’t just a Sunday sightseer, I was there to find a setting in this idyllic countryside for my romantic suspense novel, Barlowe Pride, and I well remember the moment I spied the perfect spot; the moment I visualized Summer Vale Ranch where most of the novel would take place. 
From there it was just a matter of allowing the ranch to take shape in my mind’s eye. It would be a sizeable family spread, land fought for and won, still holding its own under the enduring stewardship of stalwart men and women who stood strong in the face of adversity. As the ranch slowly materialized in my imagination the storyline also began to flow as seamlessly as the sparkling Kennebecasis. It is an experience like no other when the characters step forward one by one to announce themselves. Not all would play a happy role, but each one would stand in their own truth as they breathed life into Barlowe Pride and the Summervale Ranch.

Finding a safe spot to pull over onto the shoulder of the road I reveled in what continued to come into sharper focus. Casual observers who raced past could not see what I saw of course … the ranch house with its wide veranda perfect for relaxing with a glass of frosty cold lemonade on a sultry August evening, or catching a breeze with the easy to and fro sway on the old wooden glider. Generations of Barlowes have known the pleasure of this veranda I thought, shaded on one corner by an enormous lilac bush, a friend to hummingbirds and butterflies alike. It would also be home to a robin’s nest, the bright turquoise eggs having hatched into hungry nestlings in the second brood of the season.

Yes this was Summer Vale Ranch and I cast my gaze on verdant pastures where herds of prime beef cattle grazed contentedly in warm sunshine, or cooled themselves under the wide canopy of a leafy shade tree. And of course the gnarled trunk of the massive oak was encircled by a typical pasture rock pile, a reminder of the backbreaking work of rock picking done by those who not only had the necessary fortitude to tame this land, but also understand its purpose. After all, every rock left to lie in a pasture covers a mouthful of nourishing grass.

I watched as a few gossamer clouds began to float through an ocean of cerulean blue, offering intermittent respite from a dazzling sun. Perfect! I smelled fresh cut hay curing in the heat, waiting to be raked and baled, the hum of a tractor already at work harvesting this natural bounty. Songbirds sitting atop fence posts or perched in the old apple tree at the bottom of the lane, sang with authentic abandon. No choirmaster here, as I sat roadside in paradise. I smiled as Summer Vale Ranch fully emerged amid this beautiful imagery, the natural backdrop for the story that was about to be captured forever within the pages of a book. I thought about those people, those characters, so eager to tell their story, gently urging me to be on my way to begin that work. It was a beautiful summer day in Bloomfield, Kings County, New Brunswick, properly celebrated only if I succeeded at my task, because thought alone is of very little use if not followed by action.

I remember that day so well as glancing around I drew more of that delectable countryside into my mind, grist for the mill, fodder for the power of creativity and certainly the inspiration for Barlowe Pride, book two of The Martel Sisters trilogy.

And then I was off to do the bidding of my imagination which I knew would give me no peace until it came to fruition. But like any author, there was no greater burden I could have hoped to enjoy. 

Thursday, June 29, 2023

St. Lawrence River--a world changes forever

 

While researching a new historical bride story for Quebec, I realized that once again I have bumped up against a landscape which has totally changed since my childhood. My parents and I lived for a time on Skanaeateles Lake in New York State, when the midstate area was still a bustling industrial region. Post war, people looking for work came down Route 20 past our house. In 1953, many of these travelers were aiming to turn north and head to Massena, New York, where ground on the long debated seaway (since before World War I) had at last been broken. 

This project was first proposed in the 1890's, as a way to open the vast interiors of Canada and the U.S. to maritime trade. Miles of rapids would be eliminated, rapids which the first travelers into the Northwest territories had navigated by portage, and, later, in the 19th century, by a series of canals. The canals were too and narrow to accomodate large modern ships, so there was a trans-shipping industry with much loading and unloading, in which smaller ships carried ores, coal and grain from Canada and the American midwest, to the nearest deep water port. Of course, the largest visual cue for anyone airborne surveying the territory between the Atlantic and Lake Eire was the magnificent drop at Niagara Falls.  

When I was very small, my parents took me through upstate New York, way up past my family's homestead near Schuylerville, NY to the shores of the St. Lawrence. From the American side, I saw many lovely islands dotting the river, some with "castles" built upon them. There were also terrifying rapids, and, in between small boats, some fishermen, some sightseers, out for a day's work or pleasure on the river. My mother told me stories about  one of her great-aunts who had spent her summers working as a cook on one of those pretty touring vessels. 

Eisenhower was president when the project began; he was still president when, in 1959, the seaway was, with much fanfare, completed. Young Queen Elizabeth arrived on HMY Britannia to do some official ribbon-cutting and sail on a small section of the newly completed Seaway. At last the interior of both Canada and the U.S. were open, cutting costs for the shippers and making the Great Lakes, and all the rich commodities both north and south of the border, available to ocean going ships.



Well, fanfare of trumpets for Progress, which was the watch-word for the optimistic 1950's! 
I don't want to omit, though, that there were also many severe individual losses, as old family farmlands, small historic river towns, and even some of those "thousand islands" were demolished, as grand mansions, fertile fields and fecund wetlands alike vanished beneath the water. A long established way of life beside this great river was forever lost. Generations of families who had lived tranquil, seasonal lives here, lost their land and homes through Eminent Domain.

One group who probably lost more than anyone to modernization were The People of the Flint, a group of Iroquoian (Six Nation's) people. Most of the those on Kahnawake reservation now are Mohawk, but others once belonged to their southern brothers, the Caughnawagas. Still others were refugees, fleeing the European take-over of their heritary lands.

Forty thousand three hundred and twenty acres were originally granted to the Iroquois. Today, thirteen thousand acres remain. The rest has been taken by non-native encroachment and abetted by mismanagement by the same government officials who were entrusted with the job of enforcing the original treaty. They were aided by surveyors who modified old maps at the expense of the Kahnawake people. Modern cessations were also forced upon the tribe to make way for a railway, hydro-electric dams, highways, bridges, and, finally, the Seaway. This has permanently severed the ancient relationship with the land and the river enjoyed by these original inhabitants. The people have suffered in many ways as their old seasonal continuities, energetic, subsistence lifestyle, and food ways were lost along with access to the river.

Moreover, it didn't take long for the unintended consequences to appear. Invasive, destructive new species arrived in the Great Lakes and in the St. Lawrence. Now, Zebra and Quagga mussels clog freshwater intake pipes for the large midwestern cities that ring the lakes. Sea lamprey kill many sport (and regional food staple) fish. They have also been known to attach themselves to swimmers. The Round Goby, arriving in Black Sea bilgewater from Eurasia, poisons river bottoms with botulism, which then infects the environment and kills native diving birds. The Goby also has a nasty habit of chowing down on juvenile native species of the prized sportfish and on that original First Nation's staple, the once-plentiful White Fish.  A reedy invasive, Phragmites (Phragmites australis ssp australis) look pretty, but these now grow in thick mats and smother native plants--including the smaller native Phragmite species--upsetting the wetland food chain necessary for many North American foundation species of plants, fish and animals. 

This great Seaway, built at an (estimated) cost of 5 1/2 Billion dollars of today's money, has proved, like many past public works, a blessing for some and a curse for others. Capital wealth has been generated, certainly. The pay-off has been huge for the company owners, for stockholders as well as the workers who, (before our heavy manufacturing base collapsed) benefited with high standards of living in midwestern cities like Detroit, Chicago, Cleveland, Toledo and Sarnia. 

Once again, the old adage, "Man proposes; God disposes" has proved both true and apt.

~~Juliet Waldron  
All my historical novels





The barge image above
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Wednesday, June 28, 2023

My Work in Progress: The 12 Scents Of Christmas, "Fragrance and Love Series," Novella #1 By Connie Vines #Perfume, #Fragrance Library,

Temps are in the mid-80s (26.7°) today in SoCal.  Getting into the holiday spirit takes a little work, but I'm getting the hang of it.




Scents/ fragrances are personal preferences.  While we may not like the same perfumes, colognes, or candle scents, we usually agree on the scents which represent "holidays."

The phrase 'smells like Christmas' is something we use throughout the year. 


Scents that come to mind are:

Mulled wine. 
Cinnamon. 
Pine. 
Orange. 
Clove. 
Gingerbread. 
Rosemary and Thyme.
Hot Chocolate.
An Open Fire.

What are your favorite holiday scents?
What memories come to mind when you relive that special moment?

Why are the choice of scents universal?  Because scents trigger memories.

Why are scents capable of triggering memories?

Because scent skips the thalamus, smells can enter our brains and attach to memories without us consciously registering or processing them.


3 roses from my garden

With this thought in mind, you can imagine the fragrance of my roses, correct?

Rose scent varies with the time of day. The early morning is when scents are strongest, with the most powerful scents produced by the first blooms of summer. 

When confronted by an unfamiliar scent, we must process the fragrance.

Magnolia is one of my favorite scents (having spent a great deal of my early childhood in the southern states). The large floral blossom has a sweet floral fragrance that's lightly fruity, with some comparing the scent to that of Champagne. Its fresh yet relaxing aroma makes it incredibly popular in aromatherapy.


Are there fragrances you are drawn to?  

Do you have a favorite perfume?

A favorite lotion scent?


More about more work in progress:


My setting is near the southern California coast, where abundant flowers are grown.
Since I worked as a fragrance consultant at a perfumery. You also have a peek into the perfuming process. 

Though I'm still pondering names for my Hero and Heroine.

I assure you there will be recipes for holiday treats and a few surprises.



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Remember, I post questions to my readers.  Naming my hero and heroine will be added tomorrow.







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Happy Reading,

Connie








Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Does the future of humanity reside in the stars? - by Vijaya Shartz

The race to space is suddenly a reality, like the gold rush of old, and everyone wants a piece of it. 

As a Science fiction writer and science fact enthusiast, I am excited by the many advances in space exploration.

According to the scientists and experts studying our chances of survival as a species, it seems that sooner or later, our planet will suffer a fiery end or near end, with the next extinction event, which is already overdue… eventually… in a century or ten thousand years.

Be it a space rock from the Kuiper belt, like the one that ended the dinosaurs, or a mega solar flare, or the consequences of pollution, the next pandemic, or the end of natural resources due to overpopulation, we are doomed. In truth, our very presence is destroying our planet.

But we also discovered that our galaxy harbors billions of habitable planets, that Mars was once similar to Earth, with an atmosphere, and water, and green forests, and may have supported civilizations. And that its end may have been the consequence of wars between ancient, advanced races... which destroyed another planet, resulting in the debris of the asteroid belt.

The Mars Rover

No wonder the US decided to establish a Space Force as a branch of the military. But we are not alone. Other rich countries are suddenly financing extensive space programs, to establish permanent bases on the moon and Mars. 

Blue Origin capsule

Private companies are building rockets and shuttles to take us there. They also plan to exploit the mineral riches contained in the asteroids floating around our sun.
 
SpaceX Dragon capsule

The Chinese and the Japanese are already ahead of the US with a robotic presence on the far side of the moon, lunar satellites, and their own space stations. Nations are recruiting volunteers for a one-way trip to whatever real estate on Mars, the moon, or an asteroid on which they can stake their claim. Like the pioneers of old, adventurous souls with the right kind of expertise and survival skills, are lining up to volunteer. Already, nations are holding talks on how to divide the spoils.

Asteroids in the Kuiper belt are full of precious minerals

Robots will go to Mars first, to build the habitats needed to sustain human life. Then humans will follow.

Soon, bases on the moon will be manufacturing spaceships with the metals mined in space and will serve as Earth’s launchpad for Mars, and farther scientific and/or corporate exploration.

The Byzantium series is set on a human space station
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As a science fiction author, writing about a galaxy already colonized and populated by humans, living alongside other races, I can imagine the excitement of these early days of exploration, the dangers, the failures, and the victories. The first encounters with more evolved civilizations, what we can learn from them…

It won’t take very long, but we may not all be able to take that trip to the stars. In the meantime, you can read about exciting space adventures in my books.

The Azura Chronicles are set on an alien planet 
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Happy Reading!

Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author
Strong Heroines, Brave Heroes, cats
http://www.vijayaschartz.com
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