Anything But Ordinary
( Now Available on Amazon.com!) William Northrop Bradshaw recalls the summer
he turned thirteen, a summer filled with excitement, joy, pain, triumph
and tragedy. From convicted vandal to world-famous author in 12 years,
Bradshaw's summer at the Liberty Street Home for the Elderly and Infirm
opened his eyes to the world around him. (Selected as a finalist for
the 2002 Evans Herrington Prize.)
Thunder In The Distance ( Now Available on BarnesandNoble.com!) Sharon Whittington has two secrets. One has held her prisoner for more than a year. The other could set her free. Delivered from one hell with the help of a mysterious billionaire, has she simply traded one prison for another? And what of this mystery man, Lysander? Bent on vengeance, he has recruited a team of elite hackers. Sharon must face her past and decide if she can help him…and if she can live without him. Following her lover around the world, Sharon learns to live and faces death, all the while terrified she’ll lose Lysander to the Thunder in the Distance. The Sum of Our Histories (status: in progress.) Will Cross is at the top of the world. His children are star athletes and academically gifted. His wife, founding editor of a community magazine, loves him. And he's about to retire at fifty, a multi-millionaire. Everything changes, though, when his wife meets the man Cross has hired to take over his law firm and runs away. His life erodes as he confronts the ghosts of his wife's past, while forcing himself to ask if a life is nothing more than the sum of histories. Content Management Powered by CuteNews
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Joe Morton was never considered a stable man. He had never lashed out, was not taken to fighting in bars. In fact, no one could remember him ever going into a bar. But he wasn't what the good people of Cranston considered normal. If one were to put any of the twelve hundred or so citizens of the small, east Texas town on the spot, that person would be hard pressed to come up with a single behavior, action, or word Joe Morton had ever put out into the world to cause their discomfort. Joe simply didn't do things the way people expected.
He didn't own a tractor, opting instead to pay the Carmichael boy twenty-five dollars every three weeks to run a bushhog over the eight acres he had inherited from his great aunt Ella. When he was sitting through Reverend Smith?s sermon, along side Miss Sarah Jo Smiley and her passel of children, he refrained from speaking his amens, but would nod at the appropriate moments in the sermon. Every morning, Joe would arrive for breakfast at the Truck Stop Café, occupy the booth against the window, read the Cranston Sun, and drink three cups of coffee before shuffling off to start his day, though what he did each day, no one could say for sure.
There were a lot of things no one could say for sure about Joe Morton. And that was the problem for the people who lived in the town he had called home for the last fifty years. So the good people of Cranston had always approached him with a measure of caution, which for the most part, they were never quite sure of the cause. They kept their concerns about Joe's tenuous mental state in check with a healthy dose of just don?t think about it until, one day in mid-September, the leather strip of bells went to clattering against the glass door of the Truck Stop Café and the few stragglers still there that late in the morning looked up to find a stranger in the doorway.
Exerpt from The Patriot Joe Morton
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