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Asking about books the best conversation starter

I read a post on Facebook the other day about how to talk to girls.  Having two girls, the title of the post intrigued me.  Well, that and I am all about strong females.

So, I followed the link to a blog.  The blog’s author is a journalist and lawyer who has written a book about “girl power.”  This particular 2011 post was specifically about talking to little girls about their minds.  Not mentioning how cute they are.  Or how pretty their dress is.  But what are they reading?  What subjects do they enjoy in school?  

It made sense to me as a woman, as a mother, and as an author.  I can’t imagine someone calling my main character, Cerri Baker, cute.  Perhaps her husband would tell her she was beautiful.  And her mother might comment that Cerri’s curly red hair was a bit mussed.  But the average person wouldn’t walk up to Cerri and call her cute.  Cerri is a smart, educated woman who enjoys time with her family.  She may not always be confident in her abilities, but she is more than looks.

Of course, gender roles and stereotypes go the other way, too.  Cerri’s husband, Matt, is an associate professor and the major breadwinner for the family.  However, he would happily spend the day playing with their kids.  I can’t imagine someone asking Matt about fixing a car or discussing sports scores.  That’s just not the kind of guy he is.

As an author, I think it’s important that we make our fictional characters as multi-faceted as the real people we know and love.  Not every woman is crafty and not every man is at home behind the grill.  

Every person, however, should be a reader.  Romance.  Mystery.  Science fiction.  Non-fiction.  There’s a genre out there for everyone.

So next time you meet someone new, instead of commenting on their appearance or even their occupation, try asking them what book they read.  Maybe we can make the world a better place by expanding minds.


Nichole Bennett has been an avid mystery reader from a young age.  Her first novel, Ghost Mountain, is available from Second Wind Publishing. When she’s not writing, Nichole can be found  knitting socks, drinking coffee, eating chocolate, or spending too much time online.  And reading. 

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Broken Finger Syndrome by J J Dare

Better than a palm smack to the forehead, I’ve come up with a surefire way to prevent future writing embarrassments and shameful literary episodes. It’s called Broken Finger Syndrome. Posters, pens and stickers coming soon 😉

Live Long and Don’t Cut Your Finger

I don’t literally break my own fingers, although at times I probably should. Instead, I figuratively give myself broken finger syndrome. Sometimes it’s the only way to stop me from writing when  I shouldn’t.


Case in point: I don’t need to write when I’m under the influence of grandmahood. Although warm and fuzzy has its place in literature, it doesn’t belong in a gruesome murder-mystery. Grandmahood prevents me from writing those sharp scenes dripping with terror. I devolve into Care Bears and unicorns and cotton candy clouds.

I love the night life, I got to boogie . . .

Another time I should not touch my keyboard is late at night. I write my best when the house is quiet but lately night is not a quiet time. Late night has become the middle of the day for some folks in my household.

Cup says it all

Caffeine can be a bad thing when it comes to writing. I’ll get started on a story and speed through it like a cheetah. Even though I like what I’m writing as I go, the next day I might look at it and think, O M G, did I really write that?

On a different, yet similar note, writing while under the influence of (prescription) drugs may work for some (Mary Shelly, Poe, etc.), but not for me. I was due for my part in a collaboration and quickly wrote out what I thought was a shining chapter after taking medication for my pulled back.

It was so full of holes, Swiss cheese was jealous. Thankfully, the collaboration’s conductor gently pointed out how screwed up I’d made my chapter. She was much nicer to me than I was to myself. My butt still hurts from the kicking I gave it.

A serious lack of sleep is as bad as drinking or drugs. There’s a point during sleep deprivation that you believe you’re Superman. If I write during this time, it ends up reading more like a super villain’s not-so-bright sidekick than a superhero.

In conclusion, I’ve given myself permission to use Broken Finger Syndrome – BFS – when it’s in the literary world’s best interest that I temporarily cease writing.  You’re welcome, Great World of Literature.


J J Dare is the author of two published books, several short stories and triple digit works-in-progress.

Current enthusiasm is sharpening intangible knives and co-authoring at Rubicon Ranch

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Book Club Meeting — by Norm Brown

With all the changes in the publishing world, it is comforting to find that there are still people out there who really love reading. At my high school reunion last October one of my classmates came up and asked me if I would be interested in talking to her local book club about my novel, Carpet Ride. The group meets monthly to discuss a book they have chosen to all read. I’ve done book signings and general writing discussions with potential readers, but never addressed a room full of people who have already read my book. I thought this might be really different.

And it was. Last Tuesday I made my way over to east Texas to the outskirts of the small city of Jasper. In Texas “over” can be quite a ways—in this case about 280 miles. Took a while, but it was a very pleasant and scenic spring time drive. My friend and one time classmate Laverne and I decided that she would ask me questions from the list that one of my fellow Second Wind authors developed for creating online interviews. I was expecting a very small group, but when the meeting began there were sixteen ladies seated in a semi-circle in front of me. Public speaking has never been a favorite pastime for me, but there was something very calming about seeing a copy of my book in the hands of almost every attendee. If there is one subject I know well, it’s the contents of the book that took me years to write and rewrite and rewrite and rewrite. I quickly discovered that I still really love to talk about my story and characters. I definitely wandered off subject on a particular question or two, but really enjoyed the experience. After the prepared questions had been covered, the members asked me some really great questions of their own, most beginning with “how did you?” or “why did you?” It was very different from your usual book signing event. Everyone had read the book; there was no fear of spoiling the story for somebody. And no carefully worded sales pitch required.     

As an author, I highly recommend trying to find book clubs that may be interested in reading and discussing your book. Not only did I get to feel like a minor celebrity for a little while, but discussing the details of the story brought back a little of the enthusiasm I remember feeling while struggling to bring it all together in the first place. At the end of the meeting someone asked the inevitable question: “What’s your next book about?” I’ve been struggling to make progress on the actual writing of a sequel for quite a while, but I do have a fairly complete plot laid out. I was able to tell the group who the main characters are going to be and described the opening scene of the story. The response from the club members seemed sincere and very enthusiastic. Maybe their encouragement can serve as a little kick in the pants to get me to dedicate more time to getting the next book done. It would be great to return someday to Jasper and see another book with my name on the front in the hands of those book lovers. 

Norm Brown is the author of the suspense novel Carpet Ride, published by Secondwind Publishing, LLC.


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Clever Twist or Unfair Trick?

In the spirit of Halloween, I like to watch a few scary or supernatural movies during the month of October. In past years, I was limited to scanning the cable listings for whatever offerings they had chosen for me. There were plenty of classics, like Halloween Part Whatever or the original black and white Wolfman. But now, with Web services such as Netflix, the choices are almost unlimited, ranging from decades of popular hits to the truly obscure movies I’ve never heard of (often for good reason). This year I downloaded an unfamiliar movie that definitely falls into that latter category. It was a fairly recent show and was promoted as a horror story about a supernatural being that regularly snatches children in a small rural town. Yeah, I know, sounds cliché, but hey it’s the season. I’m not going to name this movie. I don’t want to be a spoiler, but I’ll just say that, as the story played out, there was something about the plot that raised questions to me as a reader and mystery writer.

The story opens with plenty of dark, gloomy forested atmosphere. It follows a young woman who is a nurse and apparently the only medical person in the village. We quickly learn that everyone in the town is frightened and afraid to talk about the boogie man that has regularly taken away children, never to be seen again. In one scene the nurse offers to buy a coffee for a tragic red-headed woman who has recently lost her child to the monster. No one wants anything to do with her, apparently out of fear for their own children. The woman doesn’t speak and seems frightened and angry. Later the nurse arrives home where we are introduced to a housekeeper/nanny and a young boy. The boy says nothing, but the nanny tells the nurse that he had said he missed her during the day. The nurse seems oddly pleased by this, which seems to hint at some sort of family conflict between them. So far, pretty predictable stuff, right? I’m thinking, “Okay, here are our next victims.” And sure enough, when the nurse is called away during the night, the nanny is attacked and brutally beaten by a cloaked figure. The nurse arrives right on cue to see the boy dragged into a dark van, which takes off down the road. She manages to jump onto the vehicle and struggles valiantly with the cloaked person, eventually causing the van to flip on the deserted roadway. Pretty good action scene. I was really rooting for the desperate mother. As she struggles to her feet, she can only watch as the spooky creature carries the boy away into the dark woods. She limps after them, following boot prints through the woods until she comes to an abandoned old warehouse. She sneaks inside and searches until she finds the boy. Okay, we all know what’s coming next.

Well, no. As it turns out, we don’t. This is where the weird plot twist happens. The curly headed boy suddenly runs away from the nurse, screaming in panic. Hmmm…why would he do that? She pursues and encounters the shadowy figure, who is now shielding the boy. A violent fight ensues, involving everything from busted furniture to an axe. During the struggle, the hood falls away and we see the red headed woman. The boy is running with this character, not from her. I have to admit, I was completely fooled. It was almost like a slap in the face to realize that the supposed monstrous villain is actually the boy’s mother, fighting to snatch her kidnapped child back from the nurse. At that moment another character appears and mistakenly helps the wrong woman and then is also dispatched by the nurse in a tragic ending to this twisted tale. The nurse is the insane person who has been trying for some time to make other folk’s children her own. When it didn’t work out, she “disposed” of them.

Thanks for hanging with me through all this retelling of the story. Now, my question is, “Was that a fair plot twist?” The only character portrayed in the movie as a protagonist is really the villain. It was certainly effective, but I was left feeling misled, maybe even cheated a bit. Maybe it worked because this is a movie. The viewer is just that: a viewer. We’re not made aware of what the characters are actually thinking. If this were a book, could an author have pulled off this misdirection in the same way? As a reader, I tend to identify with the viewpoint character, whether good or bad. I may not be directly told what she is thinking, but I don’t expect the narrator to intentionally hide things from me.

Any thoughts? Would this be a clever plot twist in a novel, or an unfair trick?

Norm Brown is the author of the suspense novel Carpet Ride, published by Secondwind Publishing, LLC.


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What’s on Your Top Ten List? by Calvin Davis

  There are some novels you read and their words go in one eye and out the other, never traveling to the cortex of the brain, or coming anywhere near it. Conversely, there are other works of fiction that take residence in the mind and habitat there until the day you die. What explains this oddity?  A couple of days ago I considered the question and made a list of novels that have been my mental companions from the day I read them. I think some are unforgettable because they deal with the stuff of life: love, death, ambition, hate, envy, the quest for fulfillment, in a word, ingredients found in the human recipe.

A memorable novel lets us know that while all humans are different, we, at the same time, are alike. Someone once asked a guest on a talk show what a black mother wants for her child. The answer given was, the same thing a Chinese mother wants for her. The same thing a Jewish mother or a Japanese mom wants for hers. That is, briefly stated, that the child stays out of trouble, gets the best education possible, and that he leads a happy and prosperous life. Universally, mothers are pretty much alike. Do something bad to any mother’s child and you’ll discover what I mean.

Shakespeare wrote plays about four hundred years ago. His works are still current because in those four centuries, the nature of men has not changed. The world still has ambitious people, envious people, evil people and altruistic ones. Like Shakespeare’s play, an unforgettable novel holds a mirror up to mankind , allowing we humans to look at ourselves and see ourselves as we are: warts and all, and some portraits of us are not pretty. Some are, thank God.

Anyway, here’s my list of The Top Ten:

l. Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe

2. Native Son, Richard Wright

3. The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner

4. The Way of All Flesh, Samuel Butler

5. Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison

6. All the King’s Men, Robert Warren

7. Go Tell It on the Mountain, James Baldwin

8. Madam Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

9. Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain

10. The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Oops. I must amend the title of my post to read “My Top Ten Plus One.” I nearly forgot the best of them all–my novel, The Phantom Lady Of Paris (the Devil made me say that). How could I forget the phantom lady? I hope my readers don’t.

Your top ten list will no doubt be different from mine, but chances are both lists will have one thing in common: all the chosen novels will deal with the human condition and the stuff we humans are made of. I’d love hearing what your top five or ten consist of. Will you share?

Calvin Davis


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Who’s Your Daddy? by J J Dare

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine discovered that the man she’d called “Daddy” from her first memory was not, in fact, her biological father. He died at the beginning of this year and her mother had passed away in 1996, so she couldn’t ask why her entire life had been lived under such a huge deception.

She found two birth certificates in her name in boxes she’d been too grief-stricken to go through until now. The dates were within seventeen months of each other. Her mother’s name was on the older certificate, but “Unknown” was listed, matter-of-factly, under “Father’s Name.” On the newer certificate, her Daddy’s name was listed.

The interesting part of the story is she is a middle child. She has two older siblings and a younger one. The older siblings were no help beyond the memory of staying at their maternal grandmother’s home for a little while (they were toddlers, so had no true sense of time passing) when their mother and father moved a few states away to follow their father’s job in the oil field. Her older brothers remembered when they reunited with their parents, she was a baby.

There is no one left alive to explain. Her parents’ immediate families are long gone. The current relatives are too many generations removed to know the real story of her conception, birth and life.

The only clue is an old Ohio State Fair schedule from 1957. Tennessee Ernie Ford, Ricky Nelson, Matt Dillon and Rin Tin Tin were the draws. We ruled them all out as possible blood fathers.

My friend was born in March of 1958. Her parents moved from south central Florida to Louisiana in 1957, the time her older brothers stayed with their grandparents. Ohio was pointedly out of the way.

She found her daddy’s old pay stubs from that time, so we know he was in Louisiana and working in the Gulf on a rig. Her mother was a housewife and had never worked a day in her life. Well, that we knew of. There was a gap in the family’s history and no pictures or letters from that time have been found except for the Ohio State Fair schedule, the oil rig payroll records and those interesting birth certificates.

Instead of obsessing over why, who, when and where, my friend let go of the questions that could never be answered and said, “Well, this explains a lot.”

Her father always treated her differently than her siblings and, although she was the one who took care of him as he aged, he was always distant and somewhat cold toward my friend. I saw his attitude toward my friend on a few occasions, so I agreed with her wrap-it-up statement.

No Mystery: I have features from Mom and Dad. I’m definitely their spawn.

Eventually, answers to unknowns make themselves known. Or they don’t matter. In my friend’s case, she now understands her father’s lack of love toward her. She was a constant reminder to him of something he’d rather forget. Although she was blameless, the act of her birth caused him pain or shame or something she’d never know. In the end, it didn’t matter because the important question of her life had been answered: she knew why she felt no love from the only father she’d ever known.

Sometimes it takes a lifetime to answer a question that haunts you. Sometimes the question is never answered. You will go to your grave without an answer. On television the other day, a man was anxious to find his own answer before he died. His friend astutely said, “Even if you don’t find out, you’ll be dead and it won’t matter.” How true.

Mystery: if you drop your wallet or cellphone in THIS toilet, is it really worth retrieving at the bottom of the ravine?

In my case, I found out, after over two decades, why someone I had worked with absolutely loathed me. Not just hated me; loathed me with a black heart. I remember being apathetic toward her way back in the day, but I’d done nothing to deserve her hate. Or so I thought.

At the time, I thought it was some action of mine that incurred her fury. I’m rather passive-aggressive, so I just brushed her off and forgot about her. I tossed her out of my mind and life. I didn’t think about her at all until recently when I found out why she abhorred me.

It wasn’t the me of me she hated. It was my influence over a third party that she detested. Her attitude was junior-high and immature for her twenty-something years (which, I heard, she never matured out of – her emotional development stopped at age fourteen). Since we worked together, her sudden change from friendly coworker to arch-enemy puzzled me, but since she had the intelligence of a hat rack, I felt no threat from her.

When I found out the reason, it explained a lot. For awhile, I was furious. Just like my fatherless friend, I was able to put pieces of a puzzle together. The funny thing was, the more pieces I put together, the bigger the finished puzzle became. I came away knowing a lot more about this former coworker/friend/enemy than I knew what to do with.

So, I wrote a book.

I started with parts of my history, her history and our shared third-party person’s history. It’s not a love triangle story, if that’s what you think. It’s more of a love-hate, hate-hate, hate-love, love-love octagon. While writing the story, it occurred to me that I had been a focus in her life for much, much longer than she had been a thought in mine. I influenced without knowing it.

Curiously, I still influence although I have no contact with her. I hear things through the grapevine. One of the things I heard is titillating. Her youngest children look nothing like their older sibling or father. Nothing. They do, however, resemble a mutual friend.  Small-town fodder for another story.

Mystery Solved: They don’t get along because the cat is just plain mean and the dog is way too nice.

Stories can take great liberties but as writers we must always provide a plausible explanation. Plausible, but not easy. Readers will see easy answers as lazy writing. The best is the answer that makes the reader say, “Aha.”

Life, books, secrets, answers. Everything has an explanation but sometimes only one person knows the answer and that one person may take their answers with them. There are no mysteries in life, only mysteries within our own lives.

J J Dare is the author of two published books, several short stories and triple digit works-in-progress.

Current enthusiasm is sharpening intangible knives and co-authoring at Rubicon Ranch


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We’re Here to Help You Escape!

Second Wind Publishing would like to offer

an “Escape” service to Earth’s readers!

Click   ESCAPE    to jump into fictional realities created by

Second Wind authors.

Here’s a little taste:


Ghost Mountain by Nichole R Bennett

Moving is stressful enough, but when Cerri Baker moves with her family to the Black Hills of South Dakota, she begins seeing things—things like murder.
Named after a pre-Christian Celtic Goddess, Cerri has spent her life trying to avoid the spirituality and “hocus-pocus” her mother embraces. Once in the Black Hills, Cerri doesn’t seem to have much choice as her spirit guide insists she find justice for a murdered man. As she struggles with her own destiny, Cerri must also convince the FBI that she is getting her information from another realm and not from first-hand knowledge of the murder.


False World by J J Dare

The second book in the Joe Daniels’ trilogy continues where False Positive ends as Joe continues his mission to destroy those who have destroyed his life. As the world changes, Joe’s search for justice takes on a global urgency and he races to find answers before deadly answers find him. In this second installment of the Joe Daniels’ stories, the mystery and thrills are non-stop. Beginning in a secluded town in the middle of nowhere, it is not long before Joe is traveling across the country and, ultimately, across a collapsing world on his quest for vengeance.

The world is not what you see.
And neither is Joe


Lacey Took a Holiday by Lazarus M Barnhill

A desperate act of love creates a cascade of changes. Lacey, the most unlikely heroine, has been betrayed and abused by the men in her life. Andy has lost everyone he ever loved tragically. This 1920’s mountaintop romance breaks every rule.


She Had to Know by Coco Ihle

After the deaths of her adopted parents, Arran discovers her long lost sister’s name and, despite a terrifying premonitory dream, embarks on a quest to find Sheena. After reuniting in Scotland, the sisters search for the reason their birth father and his housekeeper mysteriously died and why Sheena’s life is being threatened. Led to a cryptic rhyme rumored to map the way to an ancient hidden treasure buried deep in the bowels of Wraithmoor Castle, the sisters follow the clues. A murderer follows the sisters. Will the secret passages lead them to discovery and triumph, or death and eternal entombment?



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Teleport into a New World With Second Wind Publishing!

Let a book from Second Wind Publishing send you into unexplored literary worlds:


An Altar by the River by Christine Husom

A man phones the Winnebago County Sheriff’s Department, frantically reporting his brother is armed with a large dagger and on his way to the county to sacrifice himself. Sergeant Corinne Aleckson takes the call, learning the alarming reasons behind the young man’s death wish. When the department investigates, they plunge into the alleged criminal activities of a hidden cult, and disturbing cover-up of an old closed-case shooting death. The cult members have everything to lose and will do whatever it takes to prevent the truth coming to light. But will they find An Altar by the River in time to save the young man’s life?


Images of Betrayal by Claire Collins

Abandoned by her family, Tysan works as a waitress in a cheap diner. One cold evening, a beguiling, rugged young man barges into her life. He possesses the remarkable ability to take photographs of events that have not yet happened. Ty narrowly avoids a harrowing death in a disastrous explosion, only to be drawn into a dizzying cascade of conflicts involving a new family that takes her in, Walker-her apparent savior, David-her new admirer and her own family. Kidnapping, betrayal, obsessive love and courageous lovers co-mingle in this romantic thriller.


Staccato by Deborah J Ledford

When acclaimed pianist Nicholas Kalman discovers his lover’s dead body, he sets out alone to find her killer. During his journey, he meets an unwitting female accomplice who soon becomes determined to help Nicholas wield his retaliation. Following a parallel path for justice, Steven Hawk, the deputy of a sleepy Southern county, is assigned to the case. Pursuing the investigation, Hawk finds himself entangled in a world of vengeance, greed and manipulation.
Performed against the backdrop of the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina, Staccato transports readers to a behind-the-scenes glimpse of professional musicians, the psychological twists and turns of its characters, and in the end, retribution that crashes in a crescendo of notes played at the literary pace of a maestro’s staccato.


School of Lies by Mickey Hoffman

When High School teacher Kendra Desola opens an anonymous email she expects to find a bitter complaint from a parent, or a snipe from one of her back-biting co-workers. Instead, a photoshopped attachment shows Kendra getting way too friendly with her male students.
She intends to stop this lie before it circulates, but before she can locate the source, the suspicious death of a colleague brings the police on campus. Kendra now fears the email was a set up, to make it look like she had a motive for murder. What if the cops get wind of the email and buy the “evidence” that she’s a child molester, or a murderess, or both? Kendra plays off an unknown adversary as she desperately seeks to prove her innocence in a School of Lies.


Vendetta by Nancy A Niles

Compulsion, retribution, twisted atonement. When Private Investigator, Tina Munroe agrees to help out an old friend little does she know the danger she’s put herself and her loved ones in. Billy Hutchins is being stalked by a killer who has a bead on him and Tina’s desire to protect Billy places her squarely in the stalker’s sights. She encounters vandalism, a psycho with a Molotov cocktail, a gangster who has his own agenda for mixing into her case and a high speed chase through the city of Las Vegas. The reader is taken to Laughlin, Nevada, The Lake Mead Marina, the World Series of Poker in Vegas and a trek through the pouring rain in the pitch black of night through a snake infested desert. Time is running out when her friend and assistant, Megan is kidnapped. Have Tina’s actions to save one friend caused another friend to die? Can she stop the killer in time? Could the killer be someone she knows and trusts?


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Oh, No, It’s Monday. Beat the Monday Blues – Read a Book!

Grab a book from Second Wind Publishing and beat those Monday Blues!


Water Lily by Sherrie Hansen

Once upon a very long time ago, Jake Sheffield and Michelle Jones graduated from the same high school. Jake can’t wait to take a trip down memory lane at their 20th class reunion. 
Will the murky waters of the past destroy their dreams for the future, or will a water lily rise from the depths and bloom?


 Carpet Ride by Norm Brown

Sam & Lynn have just finished celebrating their honeymoon–the highlight of which was a long drive through the Oregon mountains in a RV. The trip would have been memorable, without almost hitting a rug and nearly crashing.The real surprise lays inside the rug, and in the chain of events which follow its discovery.


Daughter Am I by Pat Bertram

When twenty-five-year-old Mary Stuart learns she inherited a farm from her recently murdered grandparents—grandparents her father claimed had died before she was born—she becomes obsessed with finding out who they were and why someone wanted them dead. Along the way she accumulates a crew of feisty octogenarians—former gangsters and friends of her grandfather. She meets and falls in love with Tim Olson, whose grandfather shared a deadly secret with her great-grandfather. Now Mary and Tim need to stay one step ahead of the killer who is desperate to dig up that secret.


Donations to Clarity by Noah Baird

The plan was simple: hoax bigfoot, then sell tours to bigfoot enthusiasts. The plan wasn’t brilliant, and neither were Harry, Earl, and Patch. The three chemical-abusing friends only wanted to avoid the 9 to 5 rat race, but their antics attract the attention of a real bigfoot. When the misogynistic Earl is mistaken for a female bigfoot by the nearsighted creature and captured; it is just the beginning of their problems.


Snare by Deborah J Ledford

Native American pop singer/songwriter Katina Salvo’s career is about to take off. There’s one problem: someone wants to kill her. Katina and her bodyguard, Deputy Steven Hawk, are attacked during an altercation at her first live concert. Could the assailant be a mysterious, dangerous man from her youth? Or her estranged father recently released from prison for killing her mother?


Hand-Me-Down Bride by Juliet Waldron

Based upon the story of the author’s great grandmother, who was a real life mail-order bride. Sophie agrees to marry a wealthy man she’s never met—but life has other plans.


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Second Wind Publishing Celebrates September 9th, National Grandparents Day!

 In 1978, President Jimmy Carter recognized the Sunday following Labor Day as
National Grandparents Day!

Celebrate With Mommaw and Poppaw and a Good Book from Second Wind Publishing!


 The Phantom Lady of Paris by Calvin Davis

A suspense-filled love story, The Phantom Lady of Paris tells of American Paul Lasser and his sojourn to the City of Light, where he meets the mysterious Phantom Lady, Bonnie Silver, a woman who is more question marks than answers.

Why is she in Paris and why do the French police investigate her and her “person of interest” friends.  One friend, a flower child, overdoses on drugs.  Another morphs into a terrorist, bombing cafes.  Is a Communist agitator an associate of Bonnie’s?  Slowly Paul unearths answers, and even as they quench his desire to understand, they begin to haunt him


 False Positive by J J Dare

Joe Daniels had tried for years to put his military, special op, mercenary past behind him. He married a beautiful woman and settled into a mundane job as a police detective. Then everything came crashing down around him. A terrible accident that nearly claimed his wife’s life not only opened the door to his past, but forced him to recognize all of his perceptions of the world around him were wrong. People he had known as friends were now part of a nameless enemy intent on stealing his life. He became a hunted and haunted man. As he traveled down the dangerous road to discovery and revenge, he uncovered realities that would shake the very core of his perception of the world. He discovered secrets buried in legend, secrets no man could even hint at without fatal consequences and would forever change everything around him. Say goodbye to illusions of the life around you and hello to an awful reality. Welcome to Joe’s world.


Light Bringer by Pat Bertram

Becka Johnson had been abandoned on the doorstep of a remote cabin in Chalcedony, Colorado when she was a baby. Now, thirty-seven years later, she has returned to Chalcedony to discover her identity, but she only finds more questions. Who has been looking for her all those years? Why are those same people interested in fellow newcomer Philip Hansen? Who is Philip, and why does her body sing in harmony with his? And what do either of them have to do with a shadow corporation that once operated a secret underground installation in the area?



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