Friday, March 12, 2021

BOOK: Sea Witch by Carol Ann Kauffman

 

Sea Witch

by Carol Ann Kauffman


Dr. Laura Martin, Chief Extraterrestrial Life Scientist at The Touchstone Institute of Oceanographic Research, noticed troubling but subtle changes in the Atlantic Ocean. Before she could make sense of it all, her longtime assistant abruptly walked out. Laura hired young, handsome Scott Conner to be her personal assistant. Mayhem ensued, mainly because of Zara, the mermaid/siren/monster in the basement of the Touchstone Institute, who eyed on Scott as her possible mate in a plot for total domination of planet Earth.


“The Touchstone Institute of Oceanographic Research is the most fantastic, exhilarating place on the planet to work. It is high energy, exciting, sometimes maddening, often frightening, heart pounding work. It’s not a job. It’s a lifetime commitment. It gets in your blood. It grabs you by the throat and possesses you, body and soul. And it is work. If you’re not prepared to work your ass off day in and day out, weekends, holidays, your birthday, and your mamma’s birthday, leave now.”


Available in paperback and kindle formats

Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00XK6DUNA/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p2_i1

But, wait! Read an excerpt first:


“If there is magic on this planet,

it is contained in the water.”

-Loren Eiseley


Chapter Three

 

Thank You for Your Interest in the Touchstone Institute, but…

 

 

Scott walked into work a little early, only to find Mary Lou Hughes and Ann Dennison sitting down with Dr. Sylvia Washington, filling out new employee papers.

“Scott, did you get any mail yesterday? Didn’t you get, uh, a letter?”

“A letter? A ‘thank you for your interest in the Touchstone Institute, but’ letter? No. NO!”

“Yes, Scott. I’m sorry. Dr. Martin hired Mary Lou and Ann this morning. I’m sorry.”

“She hired them both? And not me?”

“Yes. Ann will be the new general receptionist at the front desk.”

“That’s Jaime’s job,” said Scott.

“Jaime quit. And Mary Lou, uh, will be Dr. Martin’s personal assistant.

“Is Dr. Martin here? I’d like a word with her,” he said, taking his BIK card off the wall and heading down the stairs.

“She’s very busy,” called Sylvia. 

Scott ignored her and walked down the stairs to Laura’s office.

 

“Dr. Martin,” Sylvia buzzed Laura’s office, “Dr. Conner is on his way down. Do you want me to call Security?”

“No, of course not. I should have done this in person in the first place. He deserves to hear it from me instead of…” Laura turned to find Scott staring at her, eyes big and wet. She moved closer to him.

“Scott,” she said softly, “go home.”

“What?”

“I said… go home. Your services are no longer needed.”

“What? Why? Will you just tell me why? Please!”

“You’re extremely over-qualified. You have a doctorate. These two positions don’t even require a bachelor’s degree. A high school diploma is all that was needed. You deserve… something better than this. It was a fantastic unpaid internship, Scott. I’ll write you the most glowing letter of recommendation you’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t want something better. I don’t want a letter of commendation. I want this! Was the quality of my work ever deficient in any way?”

“No. No, everything you did was… perfect.”

“Then, was the quantity of my work deficient?”

“No, you churned out excellent work day and night, and took work home with you.”

“I did everything I could to show you how much I wanted this job. I worked hard to streamline your schedule. I made sure you ate, took your vitamins, and drank enough water when I saw you were getting tired. I took as much pressure off of you as I could so that you could concentrate on the important issues at hand in here. I assisted you in every way I could. I anticipated your needs and prepared for them, like getting your car for you so you didn’t have to walk in the dark parking deck by yourself, dealing with deliveries and invoices, and the tank spills, anything, everything else I could. I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong. You were… amazing, wonderful.”

“Then… why?”

“I told you. You deserve more than a personal assistant position. I tried to get them to add another position for you, something more in line with your qualifications. I was sure I had talked Admiral Torres into it. But…”

“I don’t care.”

“I care. It’s unfair to you. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t understand this.” 

“I know. Scott, go home. Leave your key card at the front desk. And, thank you. You were… outstanding.” 

Laura turned and walked away from him. She didn’t want him to see how upset she was. She had every intention of releasing him when she allowed him to wiggle his way in. But, now, today, it was harder than she thought it would be to let him go.

“Dr. Martin? No!” She kept on walking. “Laura?” he whispered. She disappeared into the Operating Room corridor and closed the door, holding in the tears.

 

A broken-hearted Scott dragged himself to his apartment, dejected. He poured himself a double scotch and flopped on the couch.

There was a brisk, loud knock on the door. Scott ignored it. A few minutes later, another knock at the door, this time a softer, gentler knock.

“Go away.” Another knock on the door. “GO THE HELL AWAY!” Another knock. He got up from the couch, wanting to throttle whoever was at the door. He opened it to find his very sweet, elderly landlady.

“Oh, Mrs. Mahalick! What is it, dear?”

“Scott, I signed for this registered letter for you from a military man just a few minutes ago. He said it was extremely important. He said I had to hand it to you personally. It’s from the federal government. You aren’t in any trouble, are you? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mahalick, everything is fine. No trouble. The letter is job-related. I’m just tired. Thank you.”

Scott went back to the couch and the scotch. He fingered the envelope. So, this was it, his ‘thank you for your interest in the Touchstone Institute, but…’ letter. He thought back on the last sixteen days, the best sixteen days of his life. And now, it was all over. He poured himself another double.

“Damn you, Laura Martin. Why did you have to be so fantastic? Why couldn’t you have been an absolute beast to work with? Why couldn’t you be some impossible, arrogant, full-of-herself, narcissistic, mean little bitch? Why did you have to be so caring, so sweet, and so, so lovable? Why did you tell me I was a kind and gentle soul with a good heart? And why, when you said my name did it feel like a caress, a genuine embrace? Why did you make me feel like I could accomplish anything if you were by my side? Why, when you finally, finally smiled at me, did it thrill me and make me feel like king of the world? Why?” He drained his glass and poured himself another. Hours passed, bottle drained, Scott conked out on the couch.

 

Laura was locked in her office in a foul mood when she heard the news.

“Dr. Martin, a call just came in from Admiral Torres’ office,” said Sylvia. “Your request for a project manager has been approved, as of today. The Admiral’s office sent Dr. Conner a letter by military courier. According to this, he should have received it by now.”

“That’s terrific news! That’s what I was hoping for,” she said. “Oh, how I wish it would have come in last night or early this morning. It could have saved both Scott and me some unnecessary anguish.”

“Then he should be here soon,” said Sylvia. 

One hour passed. Two hours. Three hours more. No Scott.

“Okay, where’s Scott?” Laura asked.

“He hasn’t come in yet,” said Sylvia.

“That’s strange. I would’ve thought he’d come bouncing back here within minutes of getting his new assignment,” said Laura.

“Yes, me, too, said Sylvia.”

 

“Vanna, I have to run an errand. I’ll be back in a half an hour. Tell anyone who asks I’m in a meeting.”

“Sure, Laura. Take your time. Is Scott coming in today?”

“Yes, he’ll be here any minute.”

 

Laura went outside and into Scott’s apartment building. She knocked on his door. No answer. An elderly woman walked toward her.

“Excuse me, I’m Scott Conner’s co-worker. He didn’t come in today and I’m worried about him. He didn’t call in. He doesn’t answer his phone. He doesn’t answer his door.”

“I’m his landlady, Ellie Mihalick. I saw him earlier today. He wasn’t himself. Do you think he’s ill? The flu is going around.”

“It could be. He might be really sick. And he might need help. What should we do?”

“Let me try to get him to answer the door.” She knocked.

“Scott? Scott? It’s Mrs. Mihalick. Answer the door, Scott.” No answer.

“Okay, now I’m definitely worried. Let’s open the door. You have a key, don’t you?” asked Laura. Mrs. Mihalick thought about it for a while.

“He didn’t look well when I talked to him earlier. Okay.” She opened the door. Laura’s heart stopped when she saw Scott’s body sprawled out half on the couch, half on the floor, in the most unnatural position.

“Scott!” Laura ran to him and cradled his head in her arms. She checked for a pulse. “Well, he’s alive.” 

“Do you think it’s the flu?” asked Mrs. Mihalick, hanging back at the door. 

Laura pushed the empty scotch bottle under the couch with her foot. “Yes, my guess is it’s the flu.”

“I don’t want to get too close. That flu can kill an old lady like me.”  

“I understand, Ellie. I’ll take it from here. Thank you.” 

Ellie backed out and closed the door.

 

Laura saw the letter unopened on the coffee table.

“So… you never opened the envelope. Damn. Now what do I do with you?”

She went into the bathroom and ran tepid water into the tub. “Okay, let’s get you out of your clothes and into the tub.” She took off his shirt. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. She pulled them off, along with his socks and underwear.

“Okay, Big Guy, let’s get you into the bathtub. I don’t know if it’ll help you, but I’m much more comfortable with lifeforms in the water.” She put one of his legs in the tub, then shifted his weight to the other leg. He wobbled. She held on to him tightly and maneuvered him into the tub and sat him down.

“Laura,” he mumbled. 

It surprised her. She didn’t think he was aware of her presence. She pushed his head down under the water and then pulled him back up. 

“Laura?”

“Yes, Scott. I’m right here. Can you hear me?”

“Yes” he slurred. “Why?” 

“Why did I put you in the bathtub? I’m trying to sober you up. You came back to your apartment and polished off a fifth of scotch, I’m guessing by the smell of you and the empty bottle on the floor.” 

She pushed him under the water again and pulled him back up. He gasped and burped.

“Oh, you’re just a charmer.”

“Thank you. Laura?”

“Yes, Scott?”

“Where are we? Are we in a tank?”

“Yes,” she stifled a giggle. “We’re in a big tank with… with a giant alien squid-like creature… and we have to get a tissue sample… and he isn’t in a particularly giving mood.”

“Stand back,” he held his arm out, “I’ll take care of this for you. I’ll do it.”

“Scott! Here comes the giant squid.” She pushed his head under the water and pulled him up again.

“Laura!” he shouted, spitting out some water. “Watch out… he’s a killer.” He grabbed her. “He’s dangerous. But don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

She gently leaned him back against the wall and trickled water over his head from a washcloth. He grinned.

“What are you doing to me? You’re making me crazy.”

“Oh, no, I can’t take credit for that crazy part of you. You had it when I met you. I’m trying to… calm you down after our harrowing experience with the giant alien squid. You were wonderful, so brave.”

“Did I get the tissue sample for you?” He grinned an out of focus smile at her.

“Yes, you did. You were just marvelous.”

“Thank you. I try,” he blushed. She trickled more water over his head.

“Laura?”

“Yes, Scott.”

“I want my job back. You can let Mary Lou do all the paperwork if you want. But let me take care of you. You don’t even have to pay me.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” He sat up and blinked, looking momentarily sober. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes, I mean it. Let’s get out of this tank and maybe you could take a little nap.” She helped him out of the tub. He dried himself off somewhat, and she helped him into bed. She laid him on his stomach just in case he got sick. She put his wastebasket on that side of his bed and pulled a chair to his bedside. She dried his hair with a towel.

“Sleep a little, Scott. And when you wake up, you’ll feel much better. I’ll see you at work.”

“Okay, Laura.” 

She gently rubbed his back until he fell asleep smiling. She covered him up with a blanket she found on the floor. She took a pen from her handbag and wrote on the letter front, “Scott, open this immediately! Laura” and propped it up on the counter where he was sure to see it. She left and went back to work.








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Thursday, March 11, 2021

ENTERTAINMENT: Coyote (Netflix)




Michael Chiklis is an outstanding actor. I first noticed him in 

"The Commish." The location for this series is the gorgeous 

US desert southwest. The stories are original.  




I would advise you to watch this first season. Although the series 

is well-acted and beautifully shot, with enough violence to please

the nastiest among us, I do not expect it to be renewed. 






 





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Wednesday, March 10, 2021

INTERVIEW: Suspenseful Crime & Mystery Author Dan Petrosini




Dan Petrosini

SW Florida

USA



Good morning, Dan, and welcome to Vision and Verse, the site for art and authors and those who love them. I'm a big fan of your work and I'm thrilled to have you here with us today. For those unfamiliar with your work, can you tell us a little about what you've written?

After writing across a couple of genres, (political Thriller, Sci-fi, ) I concentrated on writing a series. 12 books strong, A Luca Mystery, has exceeded my expectations and readers have enjoyed ‘ride’.  My second series, Suspenseful Secrets, is just getting under way with 2 books at the moment.

 



What is your favorite genre to write? Suspense and Crime Fiction

 


Favorite food. 

Pasta with anything!

 


I agree. Tea or coffee? 

Dark Roast Coffee

 


Pizza or ice cream? 

Who does love a good Sicilian pizza?

 



Nobody I know! 

Wine or beer? 

I’ve been a wine ‘student’ for twenty plus years and have written several articles on wine. It’s the confluence of farming, art & science! 

 


Where would you like to visit? 

I’ve been fortunate to travel the Far East, Europe and a bit of S. America. My favorite is Europe.

 


Favorite musical artist. 

Stan Getz. (I also play the tenor saxophone

 


Do you listen to music when you write? 

Most times I do  

What? 

I generally listen to Jazz piano when I write, often Bill Evans



 

What makes you laugh? 
There is nothing quite like seeing a good comedian in a live setting.




This is an art and author blog, so I am obligated to ask: Favorite work of art or sculpture. 

This is tough to narrow down.  I’m inspired by many types of art, from impressionist to modern.



How old were you when you started writing? 

At 10, I wrote my first ‘story’ about a Martian.

 




Do you plan out your book with outlines and notecards? 

Or just write? 

I’m a ‘discovery’ writer.  I start with an idea, sometimes with an ending and let the characters take me where they want to go.

 


Describe your perfect evening. 

Having written my 1000 word min, and practiced the sax, pulling a cork before sitting down to dinner with family and friends.



Where do you get your inspiration? 

My mind is in a continual state of what if?  I’m a curious individual and going down rabbit holes to discover a ‘set-up’ is fun.


 

What do you do when you get a writer's block? 

I force the words out. The fact is, inspiration rarely comes. You have to sit, regularly, and write. There is no other way.



Who is your favorite author? 

Unfair to limit to one. 

 


Best book you ever read. 

Count of Monte Cristo

 


Last book you read. 

Mayflower Murders

 


What would you do for a living if you weren’t a writer? 

Jazz Musician






Who is the one person who has influenced your personal life the most and why? 

My mother. She never limited the possibilities and was always positive and supportive.

 



If you could sit down and have a conversation with ONE person, living or dead, real or fictional, who would it be and why? 

Jesus Christ.







What advice would you give someone who aspired to be a writer? 
Read in your genre and commit to a regular schedule of writing. Even if you can only spare an hour a week, make sure you put your tail in the chair for that one hour.

 

Do you have some links for us to follow you? www.danpetrosini.com

Amazon Author Page https://amzn.to/3qvNmcS

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DanPetrosiniAuthor






 


 


 







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Tuesday, March 9, 2021

BOOK REVIEW: Don’t Dare A Dame by M. Ruth Myers

 




Don’t Dare a Dame, A Maggie Sullivan Mystery, by M. Ruth Myers is a cozy mystery featuring a 1930s female detective who is smart, brave, and very independent. This is an extremely well written series with great characters and dialogue. I love the 1930s flavor and tight, neat plot that moves along at a good pace. This was not my first Maggie Sullivan book and it won’t be my last.


2014 SHAMUS AWARD WINNER


Tea with two spinsters thrusts 1930s private investigator Maggie Sullivan into an explosive mix of murder, political rivalries and family secrets. Pursuing their case means risking not only her life, but her detective license.

The Vanhorn sisters want her to learn the fate of their father, who vanished more than a quarter century earlier in Dayton, Ohio’s, catastrophic 1913 flood. They believe he was murdered. They think they know the killer. But before Maggie can question the suspect, he winds up dead.

With a nip of gin to cheer her and a Smith & Wesson for company, Maggie follows a trail all but obliterated by time. It leads her to a local politician with bigger ambitions — and possibly secrets to hide. It takes her into dime stores, cheap hotels, and a violent ambush by men wearing brass knuckles.

A determined cop wages a wily campaign to win her affections. A rag-tag newsboy pushes to be her assistant. As crimes of the past explode in the present, Maggie fights foes who must destroy her to destroy each other.

Slide into the passenger seat of Maggie’s DeSoto for an action-packed ride through a story filled with the atmosphere of early 20th century America and well-drawn characters. See why fans of this historical mystery series have dubbed the one-of-a-kind detective at its center “Sam Spade in a Skirt”.


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