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Have you ever wished for a miracle? Come on now. Of course you have. You know you have. For, which of us on this planet, atheists included, has not at one time or another, and with the heart of a beggar, pleaded, entreated, prayed, even bargained for a miracle of one sort or another to be granted, whether for ourselves or someone else? Now, let us never confuse miracles with magic. Magic is just that - hocus-pocus, fake, sham, not real, no matter how impressive and baffling. Again, let us not confuse miracles with favours - favours from the Almighty and favourite saints, all part and parcel of the popular novena culture of Catholics, and prayed for daily by the faithful for receipt of all manner of personal intentions. Nor are we talking the "Wow! How did that happen?-It's-gotta-be-a-miracle!" kind of miracle. No, no, no. At the risk of sounding redundant, we're talking real miracles here!
But, Dr. Adam Bell is surely not confused. Oh no. As Chief Investigator, he knows the difference only too well. After all, 'miracles' are his official business at the Bureau of Scientific Scepticism (B.O.S.S.), and his good nature and intellectual curiosity soon cause him to delve more deeply than required into the anatomy and character of miracles - all in keeping with the bureau's secret agenda. This happens not a moment too soon as it turns out, when without warning his own dire need for a miracle transforms his usual impartial, objective, routine work with the federal government bureau into an inordinately personal, life-and-death chase. Adam is also, of necessity, himself inherently transformed from the quiet, plodding, somewhat hesitating investigator, unused to police work, into a man on a mission, a father-to-be with a cause, where time is of the essence, and there's no room for error... Join him in the chase of his life!
About the Author
Eliot H. Bailey was born on Wednesday August 10th 1983 at 3 a.m. on the beautiful Caribbean island of St. Lucia - an island that has produced two Nobel laureates. His parents, both educators, have devoted their lives to teaching the arts. Eliot was named after T.S. Eliot - "one 'l', one 't'" - as he was wont, from the tender age of eighteen months, to inform all and sundry who might ask his name. Eliot was a curious child who started talking when he was about ten months. As a young boy, he asked questions galore and spouted creative ideas. Being British (as well as St Lucian), he would spend his summers back in his father's homeland of England visiting family and, in his teens, chose to live there on his own for a year. It was during this time that he was moved to chronicling his days and jotting down his thoughts on life and the parade of characters that crossed his path. Much of this writing was done on the spur of the moment as he sat in train stations or on park benches.
For more visit: eliothbailey.com
Curiosity killed the cat, but what happens when a man is ruled by his dreams and finds himself driven by his curiosity.
Alex was told never to open his Grandfather's wooden box, but after he finds a mysterious book he begins to have a series of vivid dreams that involves a that box. Curiosity gets the best of him and he has to find out what's inside.
Quincy Thominson's life sucks.
Her mother is a no good drunk, her father is too busy completely avoiding them both to lend a hand, and her best friend is a hyperactive ball of twitchy madness. And what's worse, she couldn't give a damn if she tried. But when the Russian immigrant, Dmitri Grigorin, moves in down the street, will Quin finally feel empathy for another human being? And will she discover a terrible secret about the sexy new exchange student along the way?
Hannah and Michael were a happily married couple. The vacation should've gone better. Most vacations help one's marriage, not destroy them. The house itself was beautiful, but the monsters inside that tortured his wife were not. Her dreams that drove her insane. Her screams at midnight. Tossing and turning that kept him up all night long. He never believed in haunted houses before this day.
"Mind Sweeper" by Deborah O'Toole is a unique a mystery/suspense novel available in Kindle and Nook-Book editions.
Newly-widowed Beth Mills accepts an outpouring of sympathy from her community after a freak mining accident takes the life of her husband, Aaron. Unbeknownst to anyone, she is secretly delighted that her cruel husband is lost to her, but never expects his vicious ghost to return and haunt her in more ways than one.
Weary of Cold War politics, CIA operative Gabriel Haines can't wait to leave the Company life for a job on his friend's isolated Texas ranch. All he needs to do is go to Dallas and seal the deal. But when President John F. Kennedy is assassinated just yards from where Haines stands, the former agent finds himself in tighter crosshairs than ever before. Keeping a low profile on the ranch couldn't come at a better time.
Motherless preteen Ivy Jean Pritchard is a worrier, but she's trying hard not to be suspicious when her father sends her to spend the weekend on a ranch with family she's never met. And with her troublemaker teenaged cousin, high-society aunt, and her uncle's mistress on the scene, it promises to be more than the western adventure Ivy had anticipated.
Now, marksmen have tracked Haines to the ranch, getting the entire family involved in something very adult and very worrisome. When the weekend turns deadly, Haines and Ivy Jean are the first to learn that secrets, especially those devised and perpetuated "for the good of us all," can breakdown a family--or a nation--in the blink of an eye.
Dead Nobles is the story of Tam-o’-shanter, an unmarried police detective in Lower Manhattan. His investigative expertise is put to the test when a killer, a regular Jack the Ripper, begins butchering people caught up in the vortex of the city’s nightlife.
Although faced with stopping him at all cost, Tam, one of the city’s finest detectives and known to keep his ear to the ground, would soon find himself searching the bowels of the city, coming up short every time, while rigid bodies, bleeding drops of red, turns up repeatedly, evil sounding a barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
Have you ever wished for a miracle? Come on now. Of course you have. You know you have. For, which of us on this planet, atheists included, has not at one time or another, and with the heart of a beggar, pleaded, entreated, prayed, even bargained for a miracle of one sort or another to be granted, whether for ourselves or someone else? Now, let us never confuse miracles with magic. Magic is just that - hocus-pocus, fake, sham, not real, no matter how impressive and baffling. Again, let us not confuse miracles with favours - favours from the Almighty and favourite saints, all part and parcel of the popular novena culture of Catholics, and prayed for daily by the faithful for receipt of all manner of personal intentions. Nor are we talking the "Wow! How did that happen?-It's-gotta-be-a-miracle!" kind of miracle. No, no, no. At the risk of sounding redundant, we're talking real miracles here!
But, Dr. Adam Bell is surely not confused. Oh no. As Chief Investigator, he knows the difference only too well. After all, 'miracles' are his official business at the Bureau of Scientific Scepticism (B.O.S.S.), and his good nature and intellectual curiosity soon cause him to delve more deeply than required into the anatomy and character of miracles - all in keeping with the bureau's secret agenda. This happens not a moment too soon as it turns out, when without warning his own dire need for a miracle transforms his usual impartial, objective, routine work with the federal government bureau into an inordinately personal, life-and-death chase. Adam is also, of necessity, himself inherently transformed from the quiet, plodding, somewhat hesitating investigator, unused to police work, into a man on a mission, a father-to-be with a cause, where time is of the essence, and there's no room for error... Join him in the chase of his life!
About the Author
Eliot H. Bailey was born on Wednesday August 10th 1983 at 3 a.m. on the beautiful Caribbean island of St. Lucia - an island that has produced two Nobel laureates. His parents, both educators, have devoted their lives to teaching the arts. Eliot was named after T.S. Eliot - "one 'l', one 't'" - as he was wont, from the tender age of eighteen months, to inform all and sundry who might ask his name. Eliot was a curious child who started talking when he was about ten months. As a young boy, he asked questions galore and spouted creative ideas. Being British (as well as St Lucian), he would spend his summers back in his father's homeland of England visiting family and, in his teens, chose to live there on his own for a year. It was during this time that he was moved to chronicling his days and jotting down his thoughts on life and the parade of characters that crossed his path. Much of this writing was done on the spur of the moment as he sat in train stations or on park benches.
For more visit: eliothbailey.com
Curiosity killed the cat, but what happens when a man is ruled by his dreams and finds himself driven by his curiosity.
Alex was told never to open his Grandfather's wooden box, but after he finds a mysterious book he begins to have a series of vivid dreams that involves a that box. Curiosity gets the best of him and he has to find out what's inside.
Quincy Thominson's life sucks.
Her mother is a no good drunk, her father is too busy completely avoiding them both to lend a hand, and her best friend is a hyperactive ball of twitchy madness. And what's worse, she couldn't give a damn if she tried. But when the Russian immigrant, Dmitri Grigorin, moves in down the street, will Quin finally feel empathy for another human being? And will she discover a terrible secret about the sexy new exchange student along the way?
Hannah and Michael were a happily married couple. The vacation should've gone better. Most vacations help one's marriage, not destroy them. The house itself was beautiful, but the monsters inside that tortured his wife were not. Her dreams that drove her insane. Her screams at midnight. Tossing and turning that kept him up all night long. He never believed in haunted houses before this day.
"Mind Sweeper" by Deborah O'Toole is a unique a mystery/suspense novel available in Kindle and Nook-Book editions.
Newly-widowed Beth Mills accepts an outpouring of sympathy from her community after a freak mining accident takes the life of her husband, Aaron. Unbeknownst to anyone, she is secretly delighted that her cruel husband is lost to her, but never expects his vicious ghost to return and haunt her in more ways than one.
Weary of Cold War politics, CIA operative Gabriel Haines can't wait to leave the Company life for a job on his friend's isolated Texas ranch. All he needs to do is go to Dallas and seal the deal. But when President John F. Kennedy is assassinated just yards from where Haines stands, the former agent finds himself in tighter crosshairs than ever before. Keeping a low profile on the ranch couldn't come at a better time.
Motherless preteen Ivy Jean Pritchard is a worrier, but she's trying hard not to be suspicious when her father sends her to spend the weekend on a ranch with family she's never met. And with her troublemaker teenaged cousin, high-society aunt, and her uncle's mistress on the scene, it promises to be more than the western adventure Ivy had anticipated.
Now, marksmen have tracked Haines to the ranch, getting the entire family involved in something very adult and very worrisome. When the weekend turns deadly, Haines and Ivy Jean are the first to learn that secrets, especially those devised and perpetuated "for the good of us all," can breakdown a family--or a nation--in the blink of an eye.
Dead Nobles is the story of Tam-o’-shanter, an unmarried police detective in Lower Manhattan. His investigative expertise is put to the test when a killer, a regular Jack the Ripper, begins butchering people caught up in the vortex of the city’s nightlife.
Although faced with stopping him at all cost, Tam, one of the city’s finest detectives and known to keep his ear to the ground, would soon find himself searching the bowels of the city, coming up short every time, while rigid bodies, bleeding drops of red, turns up repeatedly, evil sounding a barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.