See What’s Behind IN A CAT’S EYE

catseye_final-72dpiGregory L. Norris, one of the authors of IN A CAT’S EYE, has a wonderful post on his blog about his take on the anthology. There are also behind the scenes looks from several other authors.

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In a Cat’s Eye is now Available

In a cat’s eye, all things belong to cats. ~ English Proverb


Egyptian cats. Victorian cats. Space Cats. Cat stories in pre-history Mexico, grim magical worlds, during the zombie
apocalypse, and a typical neighborhood give a glimpse into the mysterious lives of felines. And each cat, whether friend or fiend, believes in this truth: In a Cat’s Eye, all things belong to cats.

Cat-lovers and readers of science fiction, fantasy, mystery and horror will find a tale to sink their claws into from an international roster of authors.

Featuring fiction from: Jody Lynn Nye, Gail Z. Martin, A. L. Sirois, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Doug C. Souza, Oliver Smith, Jeremy Gottwig, K. I. Borrowman, Gregory L. Norris, Christine Lucas, R. S. Pyne, Steven R. Southard, Joanna Hoyt, A. L. Kaplan, Elektra Hammond, and Alex Shvartsman.

In a Cat’s Eye is purr-fect reading for a dark night–just beware of paws on the stairs.

Publication Year: 2016
ISBN: 9781941559154

Print Book Available from:     Amazon
E-book available from:            Amazon             Inktera            Scribd          iTunes

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A. L. Kaplan Wins Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge

A. L. Kaplan Wins Flash Fiction Challenge

A. L. Kaplan is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature on their site today.




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flagDiscussing politics is not my style. In fact, I hate it. I can remain silent no longer.

Just to be clear, I am not endorsing any of this year’s presidential candidates. Each of them has their pros and cons. For one in particular, I believe that the cons far out way the positives.

Inviting a foreign country to hack into American computers and commit espionage, and then backtracking a day later to say it was a joke, a sarcastic remark is not someone who is responsible enough to lead this country.

Someone who mocks people with disabilities, makes demeaning comments about women, obsesses over one of those comments and then tweets about it at three in the morning lacks the ability to assure the rights of all Americans. Even Gold Star parents have not been immune to these disparaging remarks.

A person who blurts comments without checking facts, who doesn’t think thorough the ramifications of what they say, like talking about their genitals on national television, cannot be trusted with the security of our nation. It demonstrates a serious lack of decorum and diplomacy that is needed for the oval office.

Inciting and encouraging supporters to be verbally and physically abusive to protesters shows poor lack of judgement and lack of respect for the opinions of others. This is not someone capable of calming unrest in this country or around the world.

Spending billions to build a wall between our country and Mexico with the intent to send them the bill is not an appropriate foreign policy. That will not ensure our safety, only feed hate and fear.

Someone who has filed for bankruptcy multiple times and has repeatedly demonstrated a lack of concern for working class individuals cannot be fiscally responsible with our country’s spending. A refusal to release tax returns is a major red flag that something important is being hidden from American voters.

A person who would turn away women and children that desperately seek a safe place to live just because they are Muslim is not upholding American values. It is the act of a prejudice individual. Are internment camps next? They were wrong in World War two and they are wrong now. So was Hitler.

Emma Lazarus wrote a poem that is posted on the base of the Statue of Liberty:

“…Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.…”

We are a country of immigrants, the land of opportunity. I am a third generation American. Unless you are descended from one of the Native American tribes, you too are descended from immigrants. Maybe even a first generation immigrant yourself.

This country has stumbled, picked itself up and stumbled again. But I am proud to be an American where I have the freedom to live as I’d like so long as it does not harm or impede the life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness of others.

Donald Trump has repeatedly demonstrated his prejudice and lack of respect toward women, minorities, and non-Christians.  He is not the face of America.

I love my country and it pains me to see the hate and violence that seems to plague us lately, but fanning those fires is not an answer. Donald Trump will destroy this country and everything it stands for. His policies will isolate America from the global community we live in. He says it’s all for our own good. And so it begins with any abuser: Isolation; Demeaning comments; Blame; Escalation.

We not only have the right, but the responsibility to keep our country whole.

On November 2, 2016, I urge all of you to vote.

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Coming Soon: In a Cat’s Eye



Keep a look out for In a Cat’s Eye from Pole to Pole Publishing this fall. It has a fantastic line up of authors, and of my short stories will be purring along with theirs. Don’t let the cover fool you. It’s not full of cute little kitties. 

Mine is titled “Mark of the Goddess”

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Fire Hot Rescue


“Drop that hose here, Ryan. Hook it up fast. I want to wash off the road and get out of this uniform.”

“I hear you. Having to wear the oxygen tanks as well isn’t fair. How did we get stuck with solo clean-up duty?”

“You know darn well why. How did you ever talk me into a lime Jell-O balloon toss?”

“Everyone at the street festival had a blast, especially with the Jell-O balloons. Food scraps are everywhere. This is more than just our mess. The rest of the squad should be here.”

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t smashed a balloon on the captain’s daughter they would be.”

“She sure looked hot in that white dress, soaked and clinging to her skin.”

“You mean green and sticky. I’d rather face a five alarm fire than the flames in the Captains eyes. Jenny may never speak to you again.”

“I don’t know, James. There she is now.”

“Hi, boys. Either of you need a drink? Got some fresh lime-aid.”

“Cute, Jenny. I’d love some. Sorry about your dress. Hope there’s no hard feelings.”

“Of course not, Ryan. You were just havin’ fun. Want some, James?”

“No thanks, Jenny. Hey, Ryan, you okay? Your face is turning bright red and your eyes are watering.”

“Oh dear. So sorry, Ryan. I must have gotten some ghost pepper in that lime-aid you just guzzled. Hope there’s no hard feelings.”

“Wow, that’s hot stuff, Ryan. Good thing we have a fire hose.”



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20160813_131602Sheets of water streamed behind Mark Mayfield’s speedboat as he turned hard at yet another twist of the Tuscahana River. Adrenaline soared through his veins. Navigating these hairpin turns at high speed took all his concentration.  Some called the annual River Gods race cursed because of the many accidents. Still, racers flocked yearly.

Today Mark’s luck held. His nearest competitor was a half mile back. Eight others had flipped or run aground on the dangerous waterway. Hundreds of people cheered along the steep banks as he made the last turn. Victory hung before him, then a movement in the shadow caught his attention. Golden eyes blinked from the darkness beneath a group of children who dangling their legs over the edge. A mud colored limb struck a stick standing in the water beneath them. The ground shifted. Rows of jagged teeth smiled at Mark as he raced past.

All thoughts of the finishing the race vanished. Mark yanked the speedboat into a tight turn only inches from the black and white checked strip hanging across the river. The crowd gasped as he headed upstream and buried his boat into the crevasse under the children just as the ground gave way. Mark sat, heart pounding, as a red stain ooze from under the boat, thankful none of the children were hurt.

No one knew what kind of creature Mark had smashed that day. There was little left to examine. But there were a lot fewer accidents during future River Gods races.


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