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|  | | Don't Call Me African-American
Don’t Call Me African-American rejects politically correct labels as the work of a society who, in its quest not to offend, ends up offending one woman’s sensibility about who she is. Join the author as she describes a life riddled with rejection from other blacks for being “too white.” Celebrate with her as she learns, over the course of decades, how little her color has to do with becoming a person she likes. Enriched with the wisdom of Whoopi Goldberg and Keith Richburg, the author lays bare her feelings about her journey to wholeness. Call her Negro. Call her Black. Better yet, call her a Black American. Just don’t call her African-American.
Several decades ago, when women gave birth, most doctors gave them medicine to dry up their milk because science developed formula, and it became superior, in people’s minds, to mother’s milk. Then time proved something disturbing. Formula was good for a lot of babies, but not all babies. Asthma escalated. Colds and flu increased. Children were weaker, sicker, and gained normal weight less quickly. Constipation was suddenly on the rise, and puzzled mothers were frequenting their pediatrician’s office more and more, clutching cranky babies.
Then scientists did studies. The problem? The | |  | | Forgotten
A woman blacks out on a cold winter day. When she wakes up, seven years have passed. Piece by piece, the shocking details of her life come together.
On a bitterly cold winter day in Boston, an emaciated woman enters a pawn shop, out of answers and out of time. That same night, she blacks out. When she wakes, she is stunned to learn that seven years have passed.
She’s now married to one of the wealthiest men in America. She’s a mother, a graduate student at Boston University, and a born again Christian. However, she remembers nothing and no one. Her husband reveals some of the details of her past, but admits that he does not know why she was running when they met years earlier.
After months of hard work, she rebuilds her | |  | | The Green Moon
What would it be like to live in a world where paper is outlawed, and a citizen can be put in jail for using one single piece?
It’s 2416, and the world is completely electronic. Libraries remain, but in electronic form. The books of the 21st century are locked away in a high tech government vault. Everyone learns, communicates, and sends messages via Mind Effacers; tiny mechanisms invented and patented by the government. Citizens live safely inside invisible, city sized domes.
Even worse? Sex has been outlawed. Babies come from “the bottom of a long glass tube,” and human sexual contact—touching, feeling—has become a thing of the past.
Fortunately, a small faction of rebels opposes the government control. Their agenda? Restore the paper factories—and the barbaric atrocity known as human sexuality.
Shawnee Walters, the head of the North American Mind Efface program (N.A.M.E.), is hired to hunt down and prosecute the mutineers. On one spring day, barely a year into office, the infamous rebel leader Michael Che drugs Shawnee, kidnaps her, and takes her to a village hidden in the Rocky Mountains. The handsome dissident shocks her with revelations about the people behind the cause, the real problem with the 25th century society, and his own, earth-shattering secret; one that will change the future of the world.
“You’ve softened since we first met.”
Shawnee laughed, partly in relief, partly because she had succeeded in throwing him off the track. “We never met. You kidnapped me.”
“Yes, and you’ve released a great deal of anger over that. I’m pleased.”
“Well, I am not pleased. My purpose for visiting the libraries was because here, on the prairie, I have no way of recording information, since you have taken that from me.”
He leaned back, never taking his eyes off her. “Hmmm. There is a solution. A simple one.”
She knew what he was getting at before he ever f | |  | | The Last Lesson
In this psychological thriller, Jaishree Pelham, PTA member and elementary school teacher, returns home from DisneyWorld with her daughter, and finds her husband dead! The police immediately pin her as the only suspect. As she fights to prove her innocence, the police shock her with a new twist when they suggest that her daughter’s father is a man with an eight year old grudge and a motive to murder! Obsession, betrayal, greed, and jail plague Jaishree, until her ex lover proposes to help her. If she wants to stay out of prison, she has no choice to work with the smoldering, hard to resist man who could very well be her husband’s murderer!
When Jaishree Pelham opened the front door to her home, a distinctly unpleasant odor assailed her nostrils.
It was an odor her brain almost instantaneously identified as decay. A mouse? It smelled too powerful for so small a creature. Had a cat or dog crept under the house and died?
She took two steps into the house, turning her head to the left, and then to the right. She dropped the bags by the front door, and automatically walked to the phone to check her messages. There were none, although someone had called several times and hung up. Her caller ID registered it as an an | |  | | VetCop
VetCop is a hilarious romantic suspense. A veterinarian is sucked into a murder investigation surrounding a mynah bird and a beautiful scientist from M.I.T.
Veterinarian Paul Conner lived a simple life--until the day Detective George Christensen called with a very puzzling problem. He needed Paul's help--for what? To catch a mynah bird named Treasure and to solve a murder.
To complicate matters, into Paul's life walks Dr. Veronica Mason, a researcher from Massachusetts Institute of Technology. She is beautiful, smart, and witty, and she knows a heck of a lot more about mynah birds than Paul does. In fact, she trained Treasure to actually communicate with humans and her DNA altered offspring--if they can just find the stolen eggs--promise |
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