From childhood I was seduced into a life of crime by Charlie Chan. Presently author of nine crime novels, I'm happily married and live in California.
<p>FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES<br /><br />At barely nineteen, Angelica Donovan became one of the more successful winners of the T.V. show Our Next Super Model. The world assumed she was destined for a happy, fairy tale life as ‘Angel,’ the beautiful girl who was living the dream; sadly, that wasn’t to be the case. As the years passed, she flashed her million dollar smile to all her fans and fought to stay on top in a profession where you never knew who it was safe to trust while the fashion industry took big bites out of her heart and soul. And trust was a constant challenge for Angel due to the painful childhood secret she guarded as carefully as she did her heart. As a result, she never did find her true love on earth.<br /><br />When she wakes up ‘dead’ from a heart condition a month before her thirty-fifth birthday, Angel is at first relieved to find there is no death, just a change of state, like ice to water, and then she’s scared because her biggest and most important adventure is about to begin.<br /><br />Angelica is chosen to be an angel in training as a spirit guide for three souls on earth! Her assignment is to help two women to gain the courage and confidence to find, recognize and embrace the love that had eluded Angel in life. But her biggest challenge will be to save a very special little girl from the same evil experience that had poisoned Angel’s own earthly happiness and altered the course of her life.<br /><br />Will Angel be able to heal her own shattered soul in the process? And will the three souls she is guiding be able to recognize her, not as a ghostly threat, but as one of those ‘friends in high places’ we all have; the kind who often end up earning their wings.<br /><br /> </p>
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M. Albrecht" href="http://astore.amazon.com/wwwinspiredmy-20/detail/1894942434"><span style="color:#004d17;font-size:8.5pt;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"></span></strong></span></a></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#b33600;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;">By C. M. Albrecht</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#b33600;font-size:15pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">When an old drunk asks a drifter to pose as author of his best seller, the young man dives right in...mindless of the rocks below. </span></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#b33600;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">Review </span></span><span style="color:#b33600;font-weight:normal;"></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">The Little Mornings, by C M Albrecht is a murder mystery with 262 absolutely absorbing pages. We have three main characters here - the grandfather, an alcoholic of questionable character, a slightly off balance woman (Angie) and an impressionable young man (Darcy) who becomes mixed up in a whirlwind of events. Murder, thievery and lies keep the unsteady relationship between Darcy and Angie on edge. Keeping a secret is no easy task, especially when someone else pops into the scene with inside knowledge to the truth. Darcy, unable to control the events, becomes another person entirely from the one we knew in the first few pages of the book. Perhaps because I am a writer, and this book has to do with the publishing industry, I am partial to the theme. Grandfather's description of a writer's methods to reach their creative dreams had me laughing out loud - because it was so true. As were the frustrated, aspiring writers and the over worked publishers. I felt the book was very realistic in this regard. </span></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;">I loved the first few paragraphs - they really pulled me in. I kept hearing Humphry Bogart's voice in my head narrating the story as I read along. I sat on the edge of an uncomfortable plastic chair 2 days ago and opened the first page to begin reviewing The Little Mornings. I meant to take only a ten-minute break from my day to enjoy the sunshine. The next thing I knew, my leg and butt-cheek were both completely numb and lifeless? and I was on page 50! So be warned, readers, this book may very well take you out of commission for a few days. I could not wait to get back to it every minute I had to spare!</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></span></p><p></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></strong></p>