A-Secondhand-Life_ebook In a freak collision when she was twelve, Mia Germaine faced death and the loss of her father. A heart transplant from a young murder victim saved her life, but not without a price. Twenty years later, chilling nightmares about an unresolved homicide begin to plague Mia. Compelled by these lost memories, she forms a complicated connection to the victim—the girl killed the night of Mia’s accident—due to a scientific phenomenon called “organ memory.”

Now suffocating beneath the weight of avenging a dead girl and catching a serial killer on the loose dubbed the “Triangle Terror,” Mia must dodge her own demons while unimaginable truths torment her—along with a killer set on making her his next victim.

As Mia tries to determine if her dreams are clues or disturbing phantasms, uninvited specters lead her further into danger’s path, costing her the one person who can save her from herself. More than a page-turning thriller, A Secondhand Life weaves a tale of second chances and reclaimed dreams as this taut, refreshing story ensnares and penetrates you.

“A spellbinding thriller that will twist you into its grip until the last mind-blowing page…” – Southern Editor

“… I was completely blown away by this story… She has a way of writing that just wraps the words around you like you are there living it yourself… trust me when I say that you need to stop whatever book you are reading and start this one.” – Redheads Review it Better

“…a thriller that messes with the readers mind… If you’re a fan of psychological suspense novels, I recommend it…” -Storm Goddess Book Reviews & More

“…Mea culpa, Ms. Crane… If you like a suspenseful thriller that completely shocks you with its plot twists, this is the one for you. Definitely a 4 star novel.” – The Self-Taught Cook

Pamela Crane with Tinkerbell_author pic Pamela Crane is a North Carolinian writer of the best-selling psychological thriller The Admirer’s Secret, A Fatal Affair, and A Secondhand Life. Along with being a wife and mom of three rug rats, she is a wannabe psychologist, though most people just think she needs to see one.

She’s a member of the ITW, ACFW, and EFA, and has been involved in the ECPA, Christy Awards, and Romance Writers of America. Along with delving into people’s minds—or being the subject of their research—she enjoys being a literary reviewer and riding her proud Arabian horse, when he lets her. She has a passion for adventure, and her hopes are to keep earning enough from her writing to travel the world in search of more good story material. Grab a free book on her website at http://www.pamelacrane.com, or check her out on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pamela.crane.52.


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RUINS OF WAR by John Connell

RUINSIn the winter of 1945, seven months after the Nazi defeat, Munich is in ruins. Mason Collins—former Chicago police detective, U.S. soldier, and prisoner-of-war—is now Chief Warrant Officer of the American Zone of Occupation. It’s his job to enforce the law in a place where order has been obliterated. And his job just became much more dangerous.

A killer is stalking the devastated city—one who has knowledge of human anatomy, enacts mysterious rituals with his prey, and seems to pick victims at random. Relying on his wit and instincts, Mason must venture into dangerous places that put his own life at risk: from interrogation rooms with unrepentant Nazi war criminals to penetrating the U.S. Army’s own black market.

But what Mason doesn’t know is that the killer he’s chasing is stalking him as well…

“A thrilling hunt…gripping and gruesome.”—James Becker, bestselling author of The Lost Testament

Ruins of War is a well-crafted, classic police tale set in postwar 1945 Munich, a city that could double as the living room of hell. Mason Collins, a military cop, actually asked to be transferred there, and immediately has to find a killer who is preying on the citizens, adding terror to abject misery. Mason’s pursuit of the madman takes him though a ruined landscape, filled with inhabitants as shattered as the city they live in.”—Larry Bond, author of Red Phoenix and Shattered Trident

“John Connell’s Ruins of War is the best historical crime novel I’ve read all year. As vivid a sense of time and place as anything by Alan Furst, a killer as horrifying as any in Thomas Harris, and a central character I’m sure we’ll be reading about for years to come.”—Scott Phillips, author of The Ice Harvest and Hop Alley

John was born in Atlanta then grew up in Ohio, New York and Virginia before ending up in Atlanta again at the age of 13. He has a BA in Anthropology, and has been a jazz pianist, a stock boy in a brassiere factory, a machinist, repairer of newspaper racks, and a printing-press operator. He is a motion picture camera operator by trade and a writer by passion. He lives with his wife in Paris, France, where he is at work on the next Mason Collins adventure.

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Guest Blog: Why I Don’t “Believe” in “Jack the Ripper” by Carla E. Anderton

Today I’m featuring guest blogger Carla E. Anderton, whose debut novel, The Heart Absent, was recently published by New Libri Press. A recognized expert on the subject of her novel, Jack the Ripper, Carla was gracious enough to share her thoughts on the infamous serial killer. Read on…

As someone whose known for, well, knowing all about Jack the Ripper, the question I’m asked most often is “Who do you think Jack the Ripper WAS?” It’s a fair question to which I ought to have a canned response, but the truth is I don’t, therefore I usually decline to answer the question.

See, thing is, I don’t “believe” in Jack the Ripper anymore than I believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. In my view, the concept that the mysterious figure we’ve nicknamed “Jack the Ripper” was one person is about as ridiculous as the notion that a fat bearded man wearing a red suit climbs down my chimney on Christmas Eve to deliver presents or that giant bunny bearing chocolate treats hops over to my house on Easter morning.

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“But, Carla,” you might ask, “How can you claim to have devoted a large portion of your adult life to the study of Ripperology if you don’t ‘believe’ in Jack?”
Easy enough. It’s precisely because I have spent so much time studying Jack the Ripper that I have come to have grave doubts as to his existence. Due to the hours – nay, days! – I’ve spent poring over the case files, eagerly devouring every shred of available evidence, I’ve come to the conclusion that while the so-called “Ripper murders” may have all been related, they weren’t carried out by the same hand.

If we examine the five canonical victims, the five Unfortunates generally accepted by most Ripperologists as being Jack’s victims, we discover subtle and even vast differences in the way the individual murders were carried out, i.e. the manner in which each woman was killed. We notice dissimilarities between each respective victim’s appearance, health, family life and overall circumstances. Disparities between the crime scene locations further serve to muddy the waters of objective investigation.

And the “Jack the Ripper” murders deserve just that, objective investigation. We as students of the case owe the victims the respect and dignity they were denied in death, and even as writers like myself fetishize the Whitechapel slayings in fiction, any serious examination of the crimes must be based solidly in fact.

I first fell in love with the Ripper in my late teens, but it wasn’t until my mid twenties that I began to research the case indepth. I started my study with a so-called work of non-fiction, a book written by author whose crime fiction I found intriguing, Patricia Cornwell. Ms. Cornwell claimed in her now infamous tome “Case Closed” that Jack the Ripper was none other than the British artist Walter Sickert. I was a lot more gullible in my misspent youth, and I fell for her theory hook, line and sinker.

It was around this time that I first had the idea for the novel that would become “The Heart Absent” and gave birth to the character James Nemo, a tender lad with artistic leanings like Cornwell described the young Walter Sickert in “Case Closed.” That was where the resemblance ended, for even during my early research I was discovering gaping holes in Cornwell’s theory and my own image of “Jack” was rapidly evolving.

About a year into the game, I found myself spending less time writing and expending more energy digging for actual facts about the murders that could be corroborated by true experts. I learned a lot about the Ripper community, a community of which I’m now proud to be a member, and I just couldn’t dismiss the damning evidence many of them presented debunking the ridiculous notion the Ripper was motivated by a genital deformity when, in truth, the murders weren’t sexual in nature. Nor were they (likely) committed by a man who’d memorized “Grey’s Anatomy” or who had any anatomical knowledge whatsover.

Feeling a little like a man without a country, I confess I was ashamed that I’d so readily accepted Cornwell’s bogus theory, and my disappointment in myself derailed my efforts at researching the case. I shelved the whole idea of “Jack the Ripper in love” for a number of years, mostly because I couldn’t find any facts to support the idea.

When I dusted off the manuscript that would eventually become “The Heart Absent” I had plenty of misgivings, chief among them that I’d again be bogged down by the need for the book to be “real” and consistent with the known facts about the case. I soon overcame my initial reticence, however, and decided that – as a writer of fiction – I could, would and must allow myself to suspend my disbelief and finish my imagining of “Jack the Ripper” as painted by my own broadstrokes and no one else’s. I didn’t need Sickert to have been the Ripper to write a novel about a sociopathic artist living and “working” in 1888. It was enough, simply, for me to try to write a good story.

Did/does my willingness to bend the truth about the Whitechapel murders in service of my plot make me less of a serious Ripper scholar? Honestly, I don’t believe it does. I remain ever inquisitive as to the facts surrounding the elusive killer or killers, even as I don’t subscribe to the notion that all the murders were committed by the same hand.

So, the question of Jack the Ripper’s true identity is not one I can respond to, nor do I suspect we’ll ever have a satisfactory answer or an orderly conclusion to this century plus old mystery. In the meantime, scholars will study and writers will write, and the only thing of which we can be truly certain is that the spectre of Jack the Ripper will continue to fascinate the public for ages to come.

Questions for Carla? Post them in the comments!
theheartabsentcover14-year-old James Nemo spent most of his youth motherless and under the thumb of a father who hates him. These injustices he quickly forgets, however, in the arms of a beautiful young prostitute named Nelly. Reality conspires against the young lovers, and James is left, alone and angry, to confront the truth behind his mother’s abandonment. Twenty years pass. James, now a respected artist, meets Mary Jane Kelly, an Irish prostitute who bears more than a passing resemblance to Nelly. Convinced his redemption lies in her, James slowly ensnares her into his ever darkening world. His passion for her escalates to a frenzy, amidst the backdrop of Victorian London, and threatens to consume them both. Available now through Amazon.
carla1For as long as she can remember, Carla Elizabeth Anderton aspired to become a professional writer, a desire that’s been applauded and supported by her parents, her late grandparents, and nearly every English teacher who’s ever counted her as a student. A voracious reader from an early age, she’s fascinated by history and the human condition, and prefers to read/write fiction based on fact. Her pet subjects include European history, specifically England during the Tudor and Victorian eras. A recognized expert on the infamous serial murderer Jack the Ripper, she made the elusive killer the focus of her debut novel, The Heart Absent, which was published by New Libri Press in April 2013. Anderton earned a Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from California University of Pennsylvania. In addition to writing fiction, Anderton has published poetry, essays, articles and plays and has an extensive background in small press journalism. For nearly five years, she was Editor-in-Chief of a regional monthly newsmagazine, California Focus, and since 1994 has edited/produced a literary arts magazine, Peer Amid, at varying intervals. Currently, Anderton is an adjunct professor of English. She also serves as President of the Board of Directors of the Jozart Center for the Arts in California, Pennsylvania where she lives with a tall, talkative computer repairman and her 15-year-old son. Find Carla online at: