Monday, 27 March 2017

Greg's Third Adventure in Time by C.M. Huddleston

Connie M. Huddleston loved history and dreamed of writing a book even as a child. However, she got sidetracked. She became an Army wife, a mother, an elementary school teacher, an archaeologist, and an historic preservation consultant, before publishing her first book! In 2016, she published her seventh and eighth volumes, all dealing with her first love, our nation’s past. While three are written for children under the name C.M. Huddleston, her other works are histories for adults on a variety of subjects. Currently she is researching and writing about President Theodore Roosevelt’s ancestors.

Connie resides in a log cabin near Crab Orchard, Kentucky, with her husband and their Australian Shepherd Katie. They all enjoy the quiet of rural Kentucky. Except when Katie barks at deer, turkeys, and of course, the UPS truck!


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Greg’s time traveled twice before. In both adventures he met American Indians, some friendly and some not so friendly. Recently Greg’s learned his dad and several others are TTIs—time traveling individuals. Now an evil time traveler keeps threatening Greg’s family at their new home in North Dakota. Can Greg and Rose save his mother from the Pirate? Can a future President help?

This fun-filled third installment in C.M. Huddleston’s Adventures in Time series provides middle-grade readers and readers of all ages with an accurate romp through history while entertaining with humorous escapades and time jumps to remember! Come join Greg and Rose as they jump into the American Revolution, the 1904 St. Louis’ Louisiana Purchase Exposition, and have even more encounters with American Indians.


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My name is Greg, and well, I’m sure I have mentioned it before. I talk. I talk all the time—when I’m awake and even sometimes in my sleep. Whatever runs through my head comes out my mouth in these long run-on sentences that force anyone unfortunate enough to be listening to concentrate to find the important part of what I have just said. Unless I am scared out of my gourd, then I become silent, almost mute. And I’ve been scared a lot in the last two years. You see, I time travel. Didn’t know I could time travel until I accidentally went back 3,000 years to prehistoric times and met prehistoric American Indians when I was twelve. I became really quiet during that adventure. The very next year, I time traveled again, back to 1778 in Kentucky—more Indians and this time they were NOT friendly.

I like to record my time travel adventures after I return to our time—you know now, today, 2015. But well, this time Dad showed up in Boonesborough in 1778, during my latest adventure, and well, I’ll simply tell you what happens as we go along.

Poor Dad, he was the only listener that day in September of 1778 when we rode out of Boonesborough. You must admit, I’d just been through a tremendous adventure involving a siege by hundreds of Indians and even a few French officers. I had fought in a frontier battle—you know, part of the Revolutionary War. Can you imagine? Me? A patriot? Anyway, Dad had to listen to my adventure, every single detail, and answer my questions. And I had one million questions, actually, truly, one million questions. Important questions. And I WANTED ANSWERS!

“Okay Dad, are we riding this one horse all the way to wherever we are going? Are we going home? Where is Mom? Why didn’t you ever tell me you could time travel? Why is Rose—she is my friend, who happens to be a girl, and was supposed to be in Idaho with her aunt and uncle—with Mom? Where have you been? What do you mean held up by history? (Held up by history had been Dad’s explanation of why he arrived in Boonesborough after the siege.) Really, what is that supposed to mean? Was that sarcasm? I don’t need that right now. I could have been killed because you forgot to tell me I could go home anytime I wanted. Really, really Dad? Start talking.” And I breathed.


Wednesday, 22 March 2017

DreaganGrey by Nan Klee

Nan Klee’s resume as a writer includes eight years as a weekly newspaper columnist, while she worked as a freelance writer, editor, reporter, photographer, and technical writer. She used her Navy flight simulator training and knowledge to become as a computer technician while working toward a Master’s degree in Writing and Rhetoric at San Diego State University. She has retired from her career as a technical writer and lives in eastern Tennessee with her kayak and her 4 computers.






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The romance, suspense and adventure continue in the second installment of Nan Klee’s DreaganStar Trilogy. Doctor Samantha Alexander, Senior Psychologist of the five Dreagan Corporation lunar colonies, faces political and military challenges from Earth, oxygen thrives, a death in her family, and a colleague who just won’t take no for an answer.

DreaganGrey returns readers to the fascinating world of the first experimental faster-than-light (FTL) starship, the corporate-run moon and its the five colonies, DreaganGrey continues the romance and mad science surrounding the starship, its creator and corporation CEO, Jonathan Dreagan, and Luna’s lead psychologist, Dr. Samantha Alexander.

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"No. I'm not afraid of people," he announced, keeping her left hand in his right. "I just don't like large doses of them for long periods of time."

"Neither do I, my friend," she sighed, becoming more relaxed in his presence.

"Well, at least we're back to being friends." He touched her chin, raising it so their eyes would meet. "I was hoping for a second chance."

"Is something stopping you?" she asked, not adding nothing had before.

"First, your chaperons might be back up here any moment," he admitted, glancing behind her at the open door.

"Is that all?"

"Well... My previous attempt ... er, at romance..." Dreagan began, but fell silent, looking away from her, embarrassed. “I got the distinct impression that you were a bit… annoyed?”

"There are several ways to get beyond that." She sighed at the unpleasant memory, and then slid her hands up and around his neck, startling him briefly.

Dreagan tightened the embrace, and brown eyes smiled down at her. He held her close -- as close as two people in p-suits can -- and she heard and felt his deep sigh. With one hand, he cupped the side of her head, and gently eased it to his chest. Sam felt his lips tenderly kiss her hair as he adapted his embrace to fit her.

"Samantha," Jon Dreagan whispered. "Do you know how much I --"

"Excuse me, Founder," a heavily accented male voice said. "Your limo is waiting."