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Thursday, 28 February 2013

Flying High with A Touch of Romance!

A wonderful love story by the best selling regency romance author, Francine Howarth

Short Stories/Flash Fiction

This piece is dedicated to the RAF Red Arrows Air Display Team.
A touch of romance added, of course!

Cell-phone to ear, the kettle steaming, and a cup of coffee next on her main agenda, Maggie exclaimed, “You are joking?”
       “No,” came the reply. Mac sounded exasperated in extreme. “Dave said, to tell you to get down here as soon as you can.”
       “But why?”
       “I hate to say it, but his exact words were, tell her to hot-foot pedal to metal, or I won’t be home tonight. It’s her call.”
       “Shit  . . . I didn’t mean it, didn’t mean what I said this morning.”
       “Ummm. Well  . . . Go to hell kind of rankles us blokes. Believe it, his low fly exercise today was less up up and away and more akin to scything grass than I’d care to see for a second run tomorrow.”
       “That bad, huh?”
       “Yeah, so do us all a favour and cheer him up before he clips his wings first thing.”
       “I’m on my way.”

                                                       * * *
What in hell was going on?  She clamped her hands to ears. The blast of jet engines deafening as the whole team of scarlet red aircraft lifted off the runway and soared almost vertical. The lead aircraft, Dave’s, arced to left; the others following seconds apart in timed formation, each falling away to perform a specific manoeuvre.
      Eyes glued to the lead plane she watched it dip, then soar upward leaving a short blast of red coloured taper in its wake. I
     A second and third aircraft performed L
     Fourth aircraft a circle O
    Within seconds I Love You in red, white, and blue hovered above the airfield.
    Then came a low fly past, really low with intermittent dipping of lead aircraft’ wings before it turned to come in to land.
     Mad fool, didn’t he realise she loved him, too?
     She waited while the aircraft taxied back, parked up, and all pilots shimmied down from their cockpits.
     Amidst much laughter Dave calmly removed his flight helmet and approached her a big grin on his face,  “Right, that’s my line. What’s yours?”
      “Will you marry me?”
      “At last,” he said, arm coiling around her waist in python-like grip, “thought you’d never ask.”
      “You’re supposed to do the asking.”
      “What, and get my head bitten off for pressuring you.”
      “Kiss me, sexy,” oozed purr-like.
      “Now this new you, I like. Like a lot.”
       “So kiss me.”

The above is dedicated to the RAF Red Arrows Air Display Team.

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Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Going to the Flicks - Making A Basic Book Trailer!

Pauline Barclay suggests we have some fun and make a book trailer!

With just a few simple steps you can make a trailer for your book and bring a whole new look to marketing your baby! Come on let's have a go!

In this short help post we will make a very simple trailer with pictures and words!

If you have Windows Movie Maker, open it and let’s begin.

Let’s start by adding a picture.

  1. Go to - Capture Video and click on Import Picture. You can browse on your computer
  2. Your picture will appear in the Collection frame - now Drag imported picture to your storyboard at the bottom of your screen
  3. Import another picture and drag to your storyboard
  4. Keep doing this until you have around 6 pictures on your storyboard
  5. Now let’s add some words – note on your storyboard you have a line (on my laptop it is a thin blue line that runs from top to bottom and is found at the very beginning of the storyboard), place your mouse on this line and you can then move the line between frames (pictures)
  6. Move the line back to the beginning of your storyboard
  7. Now move your mouse to Edit Movieclick on Make Titles and Credits
  8. Now click on Add Title at Beginning of Movie – now key in your title in the box, then scroll down and click Done. You will now see that the first frame on your storyboard is your title!
  9. Now you need to add a few words for each of your pictures.
  10. To do this you will need to move the line to the beginning of each picture, then go to Edit Movieclick on Make Titles and Credits, then click on Add Title Before the Selected Clip
  11. Type in the box what you want to appear before the picture, then scroll down and click Done
  12. Do this for all your pictures
  13. Now the best part, play the video and you will see what you have created so far!
  14. Happy!
  15. Let’s now add the credits – move the line to the end of your pictures on your storyboard. Now go back to Edit Movie – click on Make Titles and Credits, then click on Credits at the End
  16. Add your credits in the box and then scroll down and click on Done
  17. If you want to you can move any of your pictures of word frames around on your storyboard by simply dragging them to where you want them to be. In other words you can change the order!
  18. Give it a go!
  19. Now let’s save this version of your trailer.
  20. Go to Finish Movieclick on Save to my Computer
  21. Follow the instructions

Now you have the basics of making a trailer. There is much more you can do and now that you have the confidence to make this basic trailer, you can play around with all the other options. These allow you to add music, add voice, change fonts, change colours, change the way your frames appear and much more.
And of course when it is complete you can add it to Youtube for the word to see!

Enjoy movie making!

Here is the first trailer I made for Sometimes It Happens…

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Tuesday, 26 February 2013

A Shadow in the Past - Book in the Spotlight

The book in the Spotlight today is A Shadow in the Past by Melanie Robertson-King.           
"A charming time-slip love story with vivid description and authenticity throughout!"

Sarah spun around at the sound of the approaching engine.
Headlights sparkled and danced in the closing darkness, blinding her.
The next few seconds appeared to unfold in slow motion. A horn blared, brakes screeched, and smoke surged out from beneath the tires.
Hypnotized by the dazzling light, Sarah couldn’t move. The impact of the car’s bumper sent a searing pain through her legs. Her bones snapped like twigs as she flew into the windshield and over the car onto the road.
            With a sickening thud, her head smashed against the asphalt.
As Sarah lay there, vomit and blood rose in her throat. She tried to roll over to keep from choking, but her body refused to obey. All the strength drained from her body, and her world faded away into nothing.
            “Oh my God! Oh my God!”
            Sarah thought she had imagined the hysterical woman’s voice.
            “Don’t die on me; please don’t die. I’ve called 9-9-9. Help will be here soon.”
            Sarah felt the soft touch of a hand caressing her forehead and looked up into the face of a wide-eyed girl of about her age. Behind the girl, a mangled car rested against a tree. Sarah opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t. She shivered.
            “You must be freezing. Here, let me cover you.” The young girl removed her coat and placed it over Sarah. “Please just stay with me,” she pleaded, looking over her shoulder. As the sirens wailed in the distance, everything went dark.
            When Sarah’s eyes flickered open, the frantic girl and her wrecked car were nowhere to be seen. Instead of the asphalt surface of Kendonald Road, Sarah lay sprawled out on a narrow, gravel lane.
            Sarah’s chest felt as if her father’s entire herd of cows had run over it. She gasped for air and tried to prop herself up on her elbows but collapsed as stones gouged her arms.
            Using her last ounce of strength, Sarah hauled herself to her feet.
Her head throbbed as if it was about to explode, and something wet and sticky ran down the back of her neck. Dirt and blood covered her rugby shirt and jeans, and her trainers were gone. Sharp gravel bit into her stocking feet as she staggered, trying not to fall. Sarah was surprised she was able to stand. She was certain the impact with the car had broken her legs and maybe even her back.
            She wiped her hands on her shirt and cried out in pain. Dirt and blood covered her palms, and her knees felt like they’d been scraped with sandpaper. Her chest hurt with every breath, and she wondered if her ribs were broken.
            Barely able to make out a faint light shining in the distance, Sarah stumbled toward it, thinking it was the yard light near her father’s barn.
She clapped her hands over her ears in an attempt to block out the incessant ringing, but it didn’t work.
            Sarah blinked and stared at one of the ghostly trees lining the roadway. The trunk expanded and contracted before her eyes as if it were breathing. A gust of wind rasped through the branches, and a sudden cry of a long-eared owl made her jump. Shivering, Sarah crossed her arms and rubbed, but pain shot all the way to her fingertips, forcing her to stop.

Now watch the video...

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Monday, 25 February 2013

Susan Livingstone Reviews Between Today & Yesterday

Between Today and Yesterday by Joanna Lambert is reviewed by Susan Livingstone. “This is a wonderful story.  I recommend this book to those who enjoy a heart warming tale.”

Ella Benedict leads a life that is envied by many.  Married to ex-rock star turned producer, Matt Benedict, a fantastic career, a beautiful daughter, Lucy, and a beautiful home.  When the family matriarch passes away, the family seems to fall apart.

Joanna Lambert weaves an intricate story with twists and turns that keep the reader guessing.  Ella has to deal with a variety of emotions during this story which the everyday person can relate to.  This is a wonderful story.  I recommend this book to those who enjoy a heart warming tale.

5 Stars —very well deserved.

Thanks Joanna for asking me to review your book.  I really enjoyed it.

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Saturday, 23 February 2013

HUG A BOOK with Sheryl Browne

Hug A Book is sponsored by

It’s HUG A BOOK and this weekend it’s with our special Guest
Sheryl Browne


You could win a Kindle copy of
A Little Bit of Madness

Meet Sheryl

Sheryl Browne brings you Fabulous, Funny, Heart-breaking Romantic Comedy! Her novel Recipes for Disaster, commissioned by Safkhet Publishing, was shortlisted for the Innovation in Romantic Fiction Award. She now has four books published under the Safkhet Soul imprint -

Recipes for Disaster - Sexilicious Romantic Comedy combined with Fab, Fun Recipes.
Somebody to Love Sigh with contentment, scream with frustration. At times you will weep.
Warrant for Love - Three couples in a twisting story that resolves perfectly.
A Little Bit of MadnessWhite Knight in Blue rescues The Harbour Rest Home.
- and has since bee
n offered a further three book contract!  A member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association, Sheryl grew up in Birmingham, UK, where she studied Art & Design.  She works part-time in her own business and is a mum and a foster mum to disabled dogs.

Details of A Little Bit of Madness

No rest for the wicked

Saving Charlton hall will burrow into your heart.

Celia Summers, intrepid mother of two, is too cuddly for sweatpants, she suspects. But then, her class at The Harbour Rest Home are similarly clad. Celia loves her work as an art therapist. She’s proud that she gives her elderly independents something to look forward to, even if her partner, Martin, disapproves of her efforts. He also has other things on his mind - telling complicated lies to Celia so he can sell Charlton Hall, his mum’s house, to pay off his debts.
Meanwhile, Celia fights to secure gallery space for her geriatric charges’ artwork, and to keep The Harbour from being closed. She’s even ready to abseil from a church steeple to bring attention to the plight of her old people, no matter that she might fall and end up splattered all over the flagstones. When she does fall, however, it’s much more painful - in love with PC Alex Burrows. Will he be her white-knight-in-blue and ride to her rescue?


Available for Kindle


‘I think I might be able to assist. Excuse me, dears.’ May squeezed between them, potty in hand. ‘There,’ she said, opening the window and chucking the contents out. ‘That should cool their ardour.’
‘Oh, my God.’ Celia gawked. ‘May, I can’t believe you just did that!’
Eleanor laughed. ‘Relax, Celia. He hasn’t been assaulted quite as rudely as you think. It’s tea, not pee.’
‘I’ve been practising.’ May nodded importantly. ‘It’s not as easy as it looks, you know, making huge potfuls and getting it right, especially when it’s orgasmic.’
‘Organic, May.’
‘Oh, don’t be such a baby,’ Celia shouted through the window, as Martin gave an outraged screech and clutched his shirt from his chest. ‘It was tea, not pee.’
‘It was bloody hot!’ Martin looked up, po-faced. Appropriately, Celia thought. ‘She could have seriously injured me, the silly cow. Come on, Celia, see sense and come out before something awful happens.’
‘It already did, Martin. You happened.’
‘Fine. Have it your own way,’ Martin snapped, ‘let’s see if the police can persuade you, shall we?’ With great fanfare, he flicked open his new mobile, and whoosh, in an instant it was gone—swept away on a cloud of fire extinguisher foam.
‘Yessss!’ Celia did a little twirl on the landing. ‘Well done, Eleanor!’
‘That is it!’ Martin shouted through a face-full of suds. ‘I’m going to find a public telephone. The police will be here in minutes, Celia. You’d better get out under your own steam, while you still can!’
‘Do what you like, Martin,’ she called, as the two men in suits climbed from their vehicle, now parked behind Martin’s Jaguar. They’d had the good sense to stay out of the line of fire until now. ‘We’re not budging. We’re not even prepared to talk until we get assurances no contracts have been exchanged!’
Let him chew on that for a while, Celia thought as she turned away. Damn! The bailiffs! She realised they could split up at any moment and bolted downstairs, missing the last step from the bottom to land in a heap.
‘Ooh bloody, bloody Martin.’ Celia crawled up the banister and limped on, sure at least one of the bailiffs would be trying to gain entry at the back by now. ‘Batten down the hatches,’ she shouted, stumbling into the kitchen.
‘All battened m’dear. Blighters won’t get in here,’ the colonel assured her, walking stick ready to thrash any hand that might nudge through the cat-flap.
‘Mum,’ Luke yelled from the front hall, ‘it’s Alex.’
Oh no. Celia’s heart plummeted. Why, why, why, if he cared about any of them, couldn’t he have turned a blind eye, bunked off work, done anything but be involved in their eviction?
‘Where?’ She raced back toward the front hall, ready to dish out the same treatment to him as they had Martin, except, um, it seemed someone already had.
‘Here,’ said Alex, meeting her in the hall looking disarmingly Colin Firth-ish. Shirt plastered to his chest, his new shoes sloshing water as he walked, his expression one of total exasperation.
‘Who let you in?!’ Celia stared at him flabbergasted.
‘Luke,’ Alex supplied. ‘On the condition I told the bailiffs to back off and in the hope I wouldn’t drown, I imagine.’
‘Good God!’ The colonel blinked his monocle-free eye. ‘Not raining is it, lad?’
Alex sighed. ‘Torrentially. You might want to point out to May that hosing down policemen isn’t the best way to proceed if she wants to avoid a visit to the station.’

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What did May cool Martin’s ardour with?

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Friday, 22 February 2013

Chirping and Tweeting and. . .Oh, I Give Up! By Janet Beasley

Not only is Janet Beasley an amazing author, but she is our very own in-house expert on getting started with Social Media. This time, Janet is going to give some tip top tips on using Twitter.

So many of us authors are so excited when we start out; we pour our lives and souls into our writings, we forge through professional editing, and we wait with baited breath to catch that first glimpse of our cover art. Finally the day comes where we must face the battle of uploading our self-published books – or wait to hear from our publishers. We trudge through our proof copies and smile bigger than life when we decide to approve them for the final time. Then the day comes, “Ah-ha! My book just released!” Then something out there quenches that blazing fire of elation in a split second.

What could ever be so bold as to quench the desire to keep on writing? Marketing. But if you’re like me. . .you love the stuff and look at it as your lifeblood to sell books and meet new authors from all over the world.

Whether you’re self or trade published, you must face this enormous beast with a vengeance if you want to succeed. But there’s good. . .no, GREAT. . .news for all authors. Marketing can be done with ease once you know a few simple tricks. Today we’re going to tackle the flying marketing beast known as Twitter.

We all know the name Twitter by now, but how many of us have struggled trying to understand just exactly what tweeting is all about, or how to even make that crazy little bird chirp the right stuff?

This bird is not as tough as you think, and will end up being one of your best friends if you use it wisely.

First you will need a Twitter account. Just go to to get started. You’ll want to use the headshot you use on your books to keep things consistent. People get to know you and your headshot. If you change it in one place, you need to change it in all of them. Branding is a good thing – and if people get to know you and recognize you by your headshot that’s a plus.

Write a short “bio” that describes who you are and what you do. You may want to include your genre, and perhaps a hobby you enjoy. People love to connect with others who hold common interests. If you only put that you’re an author of fantasy and nothing about yourself you are limiting yourself to your fan base. Here’s an example of my Twitter bio for JLB Creatives: Bringing Fairy Tales to Life...One Novel at a Time. JLBC was founded by @AuthorJanetB & is the presenter of #AIP. Janet loves dogs~photography~and kayaking.

Once you’re signed up, you’ll need to follow a few folks, and gain followers in return. Do a search for your friends who are already tweeting; these make the perfect people to follow at the beginning. Once you follow them, they will most likely follow you back.

Now, let’s get brave and follow some people you don’t know. You can do a search for topics like authors or readers and select those you’d like to follow from the list that appears. You can even narrow it down by searching for genre specific tweeters. Don’t follow too many too fast. I would not suggest more than 5 at a time. Ease into it so you don’t become overwhelmed.

Now that you’ve got some followers, let’s type a tweet. Tweets cannot be anymore than 140 characters (not 140 words). Spaces, dots, dashes, letters, numbers, commas . .they all count as characters. Tweeters are used to this, so as a writer it doesn’t have to be perfect – just understandable. Here’s an example: Discover the dreams~the quest~the magic. Begin your journey of the Hidden Earth Series #Maycly

This tweet is 115 characters. Let’s dissect it a bit further. Instead of using a comma and a space after each initial blurb I used the ~ symbol. This saved me 3 characters. I also used a link shortening tool ( to save on characters. Notice the # sign before the word Maycly. This is called a hashtag. It groups tweets together. Anyone who clicks on #Maycly in the tweet will then see all of the current tweets containing that hashtag. If you can work a trending hashtag into your tweets you will find you will land on several lists. Don’t misuse hashtags just to get onto popular lists as it is inappropriate and just plain rude to your fellow tweeters. Here’s a great site to stay in tune with some of the trending hashtags of the writing industry: It’s titled 100 Twitter Hashtags Every Writer Should Know.

Next up, lists. You can build lists of specific tweeters in your Twitter account. Let’s say you’d like to check up on all your FFP friends in one place. It’s easy. Simply click on the gear icon in the upper left hand corner. Select the word Lists. Once you’re on the lists page you’ll find a button on the right that says Create A List. Click on it and follow the instructions. Once you’ve created your list, go through your followers and add the people you would like to group together on that list. Then when you come back to Twitter you may select the list you want from your Lists file and see what those select people have been tweeting about.

Mentions are a wonderful thing. It’s always better to give than receive. Tweeting about cool stuff and others, rather than just yourself and your book, goes a long way.

Mentioning is a snap; simply use the @ sign in front of their Twitter handle. For instance if you were wanting to mention something positive about your fellow authors you could use a tweet such as: #FFP Authors worth mentioning @paulinembarclay @RobertsKing @1923Memoir and so on until you reach the 140 characters or close to it.

Another great way to help your fellow tweeters and gain the respect as a trusted Twitter user is to re-tweet others tweets. You’ll see tweets containing the initials RT. That means the tweeter would like for others to Re-Tweet their tweet. If you’re going to use an RT in your own tweet, make it a scarce habit. It’s always best to retweet more tweets of others, than ask for your tweets to be retweeted all of the time.

To become a respected chirper you need to interact with other tweeters on a regular basis, share book releases of others, RT others posts that would interest your followers, tweet about self-publishing or writing tips, and steer clear of over-self-promotion. The sky’s the limit – but keep it positive. No one likes a self-absorbed squawking bird who chirps nothing but doom and gloom. 

There’s tons more to know about Twitter, but these basics will get you started. Find someone in your circles who spends a lot of time chirping and ask them for assistance. They will most likely be more than glad to share their tweeting secrets of success.

Janet will be back again soon with great advice on getting the best out of Facebook.

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Thursday, 21 February 2013

Life Class by Gilli Allan Reviewed

Pauline Barclay talks about  Life Class by Gilli Allan

Leaving London and the private clinic she had set up with her partner, Dory returns back to the village where she grew up and where her sister and family still live. Dory wants to leave her shattered relationship behind her and try and start a new life, but Dory’s sister, Fran delighted to have her younger sister back in the village not only wants to control, Dory, but enrols them both into the colleges, Friday morning, Life Class. Dory reluctant to join the class soon realises that her own life is far from straight forward and as she looks to find ways to come to terms with being alone again, little does she realise that the weekly Life Class will eventually provide the answers.

Gilli has written a beautiful book filled with real life emotions. The characters are rounded and you feel you not only know them, but are there with them. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, there is so much more to Life Class than the Friday morning lesson. For me, without a doubt a 5 star read.

I bought this book for my Kindle.

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Wednesday, 20 February 2013

A Family Affair, Eileen Schuh's Sci Fi Trailer!

Eileen Schuh author of top selling novel, The Traz talks about how her latest trailer is not only a family affair, but is helping to promote her books.

My new video clip promoting my SciFi thriller SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT, is much different than the usual book trailer. For one thing, I make an appearance in it. As does my daughter and several of my friends. My 4-year old grandson is listed in the credits as the gopher; a deserving mention as he patiently and quietly sat out the many shoots required over the course of several weeks.
My daughter, Tracy Yaremko, plays Chorie, the lead character while I appear in a quick snip as Chorie’s mother, coming through the door and giving her a hug.
Producing trailers, little video clips promoting books, is a fairly recent trend that provides authors the opportunity to use YouTube as a promotional platform. I like trailers because the sights, sounds, and movement that a video offers, often capture and portray the essence of a novel better than back-cover text can.
Usually book trailers are produced from stock photos, with scrolling text but for this powerful trailer I teamed up with Mind Wave Studios and the results are intense!
With custom-shot moving scenes, a professional voice over, and great background music, the psychological terror of my story comes alive before one’s very eyes.
SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT explores the quantum theory of multi-universes, along with the roles of fate, choice, coincidence...and human nature. But, as they say, show it don’t tell it...

SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT book trailer... watch now!

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Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Hart to Heart by Valissa Enever, Book in the Spotlight

Book in the Spotlight today is Hart to Heart by Valissa Enever, sit back and enjoy this beautiful excerpt.

Gloria set about making the coffees.
         “No.  He is definitely up to something. You know he doesn’t like me as much as I don’t like him and he would not ask me in if it wasn’t necessary.”
         “Maybe he wants to put you in a journalism contest, you know like the Pulitzer Prize!” exclaimed Gloria.
         “Oh my god! Are you serious? This is Steve Biggsly we’re talking about here, he thinks his granddaughter can write better stories than me or that a one eyed, three legged donkey could take better pictures.” I started to laugh and then I thought about it some more and started laughing all the more harder.  I almost fell off the stool, good ole Gloria brightening my day.       “It could happen.” She said straight faced as she put a donut into a bag.
         This made me laugh all the more harder and I thought I was going to pee my pants. The people in the shop were starting to look at me like I was from another planet, Pluto perhaps.
         I got up off the stool but my foot slipped on the floor. I tried to steady myself but the stool came with me. Down I went.  I knocked the table next to me. A small vase of flowers and salt and pepper shakers went flying. The pepper shaker hit the floor smashing into a thousand pieces and the salt shaker hit a man in the head sitting at the next table.
         “Oh I am so sorry.” I said to the man.
         “Just a little accident, maybe you need to be a bit more careful.”
         “I will, again I’m so sorry.”
         I whispered to Gloria “I think I better leave before I completely destroy your place or murder your customers.”
         Gloria gave a stifled giggle, handed me the two coffees to go and popped the other half of my donut into the bag along with the other donut.
          “See you Friday.” I made kissy noises as I left. It’s a girl thing.

Bill grabbed our coffee cups and walked over to the coffee machine that was in the office, refilled our cups and placed mine in front of me.
         “It’s looking that way,” Bill stared into his cup and stirred the spoon.
         “Do you think the stalker and flasher is the same guy?”
         “We’re thinking that he could be, certainly hoping that it’s only one lunatic out there and not two.”
         “What have you heard about the flasher?” I asked
         “Not much really, it’s all hearsay and he said, she said.  We don’t have anything credible to go on and we don’t have anything official.”
         “Has anyone given a description?”
         “He’s of average height, about five foot nine, late teens to early twenties, dark hair, with a fair complexion. He was wearing track pants, joggers and a jumper with one of those hoods. No distinguishing features, scars or way out hairdo that they could see.  He was just an average looking guy.  All three women have given a similar description.”
         “There’s no description of the flasher?”
         “It all varies from what we’ve heard, tall, short, long, small, hairy, not hairy. Nothing substantial.”
         “Does there seem to be a pattern to the stalker’s routine, same time same place?” I asked taking a sip of the instant coffee Bill made.
         “At this stage, all three women have been followed at a different time and different place so we’re not ruling out coincidence, as for a routine we can’t see anything at the moment that would point to it being a routine.”
         “Can’t we put something in the paper to warn women?” I asked.
         “He hasn’t done anything wrong Crystal. We don’t know if we are jumping to conclusions or not and I don’t want to worry women in town unnecessarily. If anything more happens we’ll put something in next week’s paper.”
         “Bill you and I both know that he may be just warming up.”
         “I know.” Bill sighed “I’m hoping that it doesn’t come to that and this is all just coincidence. Although it’s not looking that way, and just in case it’s not a coincidence. I want you to be careful.”
         I gave an involuntary shudder and my thoughts went soaring back to the dread of wondering if you were going to live the day through. Damn!
         “Keep me informed.” I got up, grabbed my bag and started to head out the door.
         “Be careful.” Bill said.
         I gave a wave as I headed out the door and jumped in my jeep.  I really didn’t want to give any further thought to ‘being careful’.  I pulled out the tape recorder in my bag and pressed stop, grabbed my notepad, phone and pen.  I needed to reassess my day.  Grabbing my pen I absent-mindly scrawled on the notepad whilst thinking of where to go next or more to the point, what to do next? It was hard to think, this news had my head spinning, or maybe that was all the alcohol I had consumed over the weekend.  Maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday.
I looked and shuddered at the realisation of what I had just written.
         ‘STALKER ON THE PROWL!’                                            

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