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Women can get you in a lot of trouble.
OK, maybe I shouldn’t have gone home with the boss’s daughter. But seven weeks of journalist purgatory is totally overreacting. So when the wealthy Ms. Adeline Foster offered me a job to find out what happened to her father—who’s been missing for six years—I figured, what the hell, it’s gotta be better than the high school sports desk.
Women can get you in a lot of trouble. When will he ever learn?
My search led me straight to this tiny, mysterious islet that doesn’t show up on the charts, and the fog is so thick you’ll miss it unless you know right where it is. But it’s real, all right. George Foster painted it and named his painting Avalon. He also painted the golden-haired woman who is haunting my dreams. And the fishing guide knows it’s real—he’s faced gunfire in Vietnam, and the island still unnerves him. He showed me the bonfire that burns there on Halloween without leaving any ashes.
But the raw power of the island calls to me. And it calls to Chai Fox, the self-proclaimed witch who tries to capture the island’s essence in the ancient, carnal, time-honored ways.
Women can get you in a lot of trouble. Rick can’t get that through his head.
Trouble is, I’m much more attracted to Sabrina, the sassy waitress with the fastest wit in back-water South Carolina. Except she has this abusive, stalker-ish boyfriend that she can’t seem to get rid of. So I’m taking her along when Ms. Foster and I go out to Avalon on Beltane, the night the boundary between our world and the Otherworld is the weakest. Maybe we’ll meet the gold-en-haired woman in person. We might even find out what happened to George Foster. But whatever else we find, on Beltane the fertility of the land is renewed with uninhibited sex.
My name's Rick Whittaker. Wish me luck since I'm gonna need it—‘cause women can get you in a lot of trouble.
Commentators bombast that Politics make Strange Bedfellows. Politics? Hah. I heap scorn on such an ill-considered opinion. For you and I both know: it is love that makes the strangest bedfellows.
Here. Let me give you just one example. A strange tale that begins with . . .
Walter—a loveable middle-aged accounting nerd. Crappy job, boss from hell, loveless marriage—who gets a do-over when he wins a big lottery. He hits the road only to find . . .
Amy—Sweet, Southern gal stuck in Cincinnati, stripping for a living because it pays better than Wal-Mart. Seems an unlikely candidate to do-over with, but stranger things have happened. It might work out, except she’s got this crazy . . .
Aunt Morgan—everybody has a crazy aunt, but this one is special. Engaging, seductive even . . . how old is she, anyway? And how can she always be around?
Road trips can go off road, but they should NEVER go into parallel worlds.
Fueled by discontent and odd dreams, middle-aged Arnie Penders sells his used bookstore and goes on a road trip. He’s driven—literally—toward something . . . but what? Unsure of his destination or his destiny he journals his trip in a group of letters to his ex-wife.
This mild mannered bookseller with self-deprecating wit transforms into a man of action with a length of rebar during a mugging. A series of encounters with ghosts and offbeat women mark the ongoing road trip—including a potty-mouthed-waitress-turned-Baja-racecar-driver, and a new age enthusiast who takes him to a tarot card reading. A deck has only one of each card in it, and yet the King of Swords turns up twice.
Haunting dreams, a guiding apparition, and a 200-year-old book of bad poetry herald the reincarnation of King Arthur in the 17th century. Driven to find the fictitious King Arthur in the poem, Arnie makes his way to Wales, reputed to be the location of Arthur’s return.
Can Arnie decipher—and survive—what the legendary King Arthur, the ghostly apparition, and the King of Swords want from him?