CHIPPY. A long journey to home.
CHIPPY is now available on AMAZON.
A little excerpt:
Sudden death is like that, you know. Sorta sweeps you off your feet.
I chuckled at the pun. Me, being a cleaning lady and how one can get swept off your feet. Then, life is funny. You’re as happy as you want to be, Strother had told me once.
J.T. Strother, had lots of sayings. I remember one he used to say every now and then; love brings joy, forever. He would always chuckle and wink at me when he said it.
J.T. or simply Strother, that was his name, he was like that. Always with some kind of colloquial proverb, or something. He had a very dry sense of humor and you either got it or it was lost in the moment. Strother was pensive, then childish, but so unbelievably handsome. Or at least I had grown to see him that way.
CHIPPY- my newest book. Here’s what Dorothy Royal, Topsail Times editor had to say about it:
Suspense, intrigue and a mix of unforgettable characters will leave you deep within a mystery that carries on through strangers and strange places. Carol Ann Ross has captured the beauty of coastal North Carolina while sharing an intriguing mystery that begins with a bang. Lorretta is a woman that finds herself in a place of safety and comfort when her world is shattered by a horrific act that forces her to keep her eyes open, but her lips closed. Wealth, arrogance and suspicious characters make her investigation into the death of her beloved boss all that much harder. Secrets become uncovered, strangers become friends, and ghosts of the past lurk in the distance.
I do love this book, even though it is pretty dark. CHIPPY took me places even I had not known before. Yes, the story often drives me rather than the other way around.
I just sent it off, so it should be available in a couple of weeks. Posting of little excerpts and comments will be coming. Hope you, my readers, enjoy it. Thanks, Carol
Chery is a professional artist and art educator. Her style is to paint love and light and share the joy of creating with others. Cheryl is also the owner and operator of PAINT WITH ME, an ensemble of creativity where she imparts her knowledge and caring to students. I know you will enjoy Cheryl’s warmth and wisdom as you join us this March at Simple Serenity Arts Retreat.
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My newest endeavor is a short story book for Young Adults. All three stories are a tinge paranormal, fun to write and fun to read. Here is an excerpt from TUPPER:
He stood on the edge of the curb, his brown eyes looking directly into hers. “Poor doggy,” she heard herself say aloud. Rolling down the window, she looked more closely at the dog. He seemed so scared and lonely.
“Hey! Don’t you dare let that darn dog in this car,” Pete ordered.
If he hadn’t said it with such vehemence, if he hadn’t been so cruel and disdainful ever since she’d known him, maybe she wouldn’t have done it. But the instant the last syllable left his wretched lips, Marla opened the door and patted her thigh, “Come on boy, come on.”
Without delay the little dog hopped on her lap.
IMAGE JURY and THE GOODNESS OF AN ANOLE LIZARD AND A LITTLE WISTERIA are the other 2 stories.
Listen to the Serenade of the Cattails and sing along with me.
The Serenade of the Cattails is the fourth book in the Blue House Series. It is a journey down old paths near the marshes of southern North Carolina and into the 1960s, when times were not much different than they are today. In fact, one might say that the journey leans to the paranormal. Much like present times, things happening simply did not seem real. There were wars, drugs, lies and liars, murder and to make it all appear to make sense-there was love.
I love the cover of SERENADE- with the help of my editor, Andy Jasso and Bill Messer’s wonderful photos, my cover has come alive! The entire book has been sent in for printing and should be here in about 10 days (i hope). Here’s a little exerpt:
Mary shook the conversation with the pastor away and closed her eyes tightly to get the thoughts out, “People just don’t understand,” she huffed, reminding herself that she didn’t want to go over the conversation again, she wanted to concentrate on the California girl, the one Amos Burger had killed. It riled her to no end that he had gotten off with merely a slap on the wrist and that he seemed to have no remorse. She never could stand him, “old Towler’s behind all this. I bet you two dimes to a dollar he has something to do with it, with Amos, in fact, word all around is that he blamed the girl. It was the girl that was drunk, that was cheap. “Well, I guess that means it was okay,” Mary chided. “I just know that Towler had something to do with getting that slimy bag of worms, Amos, off,” she snorted angrily. “They’re both just…,” Mary’s mouth pursed tightly, “just money grubbing bags of pizzle.”
Oh yes, the cattails are still fuzzy. They should lose that fuzz in a few weeks, But I need them fuzz-less now. Need a good cover picture. While I wait, here is a little excerpt from SERENADE OF THE CATTAILS:
If it hadn’t been for her, Alfonzo Towler would have never built the ocean front monstrosity his wife had asked for. He could have conducted business from Raleigh or even Wilmington where his main real-estate office was located. If it hadn’t been for the demanding, or should he call it exactly what it was, the black mailing bitch.
What was it she had said?
“Darlin’ he looks just like you. I think he’s even got your jowly cheeks I love so much. And those eyes, well, they just ain’t exactly brown, now are they? I’d say sort of greenish brown, sorta muddy, like yours. What do you think?”
