Friday, June 14, 2019


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The Angel and the SEAL
The Mystery Angel Romances Book 3
Petie McCarty

Genre: Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense

The Angel and the SEAL . . . a cozy mystery with romantic suspense from
the Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book
waiting for you to figure out who . . .

Navy SEAL Sean MacKay's teammate is murdered after stealing a deadly
nerve-gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes
MacKay's teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his
sister in the states for safekeeping. MacKay is given orders to find
the sister before the terrorists do and to retrieve the stolen
formula at all costs.

Foreclosure looms for Cory Rigatero as she fights to keep her rustic resort near
Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother deserted her to join the SEAL
Teams. Cory's whole world dives into a tailspin when Sean MacKay
shows up at her resort with the news of her brother's death and the
wild suspicion her brother may have sent her traitorous classified
documents. No way will Cory trust MacKay—the man who once seduced
her and then vanished into the night without a trace.

Mac had almost made it back to his cabin when he heard Garth’s frantic bark again. The sound hadn’t come from the lake, and Garth wasn’t out hunting night critters as he had earlier suspected. This bark echoed from the area near the barn.

“Garth!” Mac hollered into the night.

Two harsh barks burst in rapid succession from the dog. A long, piercing howl swiftly followed.
Worried the dog might be in trouble, Mac sprinted for the barn, surprised to find all the doors shut. He heaved one of the large double doors open, and Garth bounded out, almost knocking him over.

Mac stepped into the darkness of the barn and called out, “Vern? You in here?”


He squatted down to Garth’s level and suffered a couple face licks. “How did you get shut up in the barn?” He ruffled the dog’s ears and noted the big canine appeared slightly unsteady on his feet. “You okay, boy?”

Garth wagged his tail, and Mac led him out into the moonlight for a better look. A scream ripped through the night air and stopped them both.


Mac hauled ass for the main house with Garth huffing hard alongside, already winded and laboring to stay on Mac’s heels. Something had happened to the big dog, but he couldn’t worry about that now.
The two tore through the border of the side garden. Mac spied the kitchen door to the main house standing wide open and raced that direction.

A second scream sliced through the air. This one sounded closer to the front of the house, and Mac changed course to race in that direction. Garth stayed straight and bounded through the open kitchen door as Mac cleared the front corner on the house.

He stumbled when he caught sight of a man in dark clothes and a black hoodie half-carrying, half-dragging Cory down the front steps with a knife to her throat. Mac skidded silently into the rhododendron bushes lining the porch. The assailant hissed over his shoulder to someone behind him.

Okay. Two tangos.

A wolf-like howl echoed through the house, clearly audible through the open front door. A heavy thud, a scream of pain, and vicious snarling erupted in rapid succession.

Mac had backup. Garth had made it inside.

Tango One still clutched Cory. Hearing the scuffle inside, he twisted around to see in the front door, and his knife edged away from her throat. That was all the distraction Mac required. Streaking from his cover, he grabbed Tango One’s knife arm and slammed it down hard on top of his thigh. The weapon flipped to the grass at their feet.

Cory screamed, “Mac!” then elbowed Tango One hard in the gut and broke free.

“Run, Cory! Go get Vern!” he hollered and ducked as Tango One straightened and swung a fist at Mac’s head.

Mac backed up a step as Tango One swung again, then leaped on the assailant’s back as the man lunged for his dropped knife. The sounds of struggle inside the house continued, a man’s pain-filled wails punctuated by Garth’s wolf-like snarls.

Mac choked Tango One as his fingers grazed the knife handle, then yanked him backward and threw him down. Mac hammered his right fist into Tango’s jaw and buried his left fist in the man’s gut in the ancient one-two punch. The guy was strong—almost as strong as Mac—but when Mac grabbed the target’s hair and smashed the outside of his elbow into the guy’s temple, the assailant sagged to his knees. Mac snatched off the black hood, and Tango’s head snapped up to glare at him.

Farouq Nawar.

Mac would know that ugly mug anywhere. He had been ordered to study surveillance photos of the bastard often enough. A yelp sounded inside the house, followed by a loud gunshot and a scream of rage from close by. Mac did the unforgiveable and took his eyes off his target. Cory hadn’t run as he had ordered, and she bolted up the steps and into the house.

“Cory, no!” he roared.

Other Books in the series:

No Cowboys No Angels
The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1

No Angels for Christmas
The Mystery Angel Romance Series Book 2

Petie McCarty, Author

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The
Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella
Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to
write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time
writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and
her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy
who made a cameo appearance in
No Angels for Christmas.

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Thursday, June 13, 2019


Lauraine Henderson began writing as a child, poems and journaling, until babies, building houses, and bookkeeping jobs usurped her world. Now, well established in Oregon and with the children grown,
she devotes her time to writing her favorite genre, clean romance. 

Years of life experience translate into plots, calamities, and happily-ever-afters as she writes her inspirational and romantic stories about fictional people who seem so real, you’ll want to know what happens after the book ends!

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Allison Lockwood and Gavin Hunt have
been offered the chance to take over the Lazy Daisy Inn and Campground so their
respective grandparents, the current owners, can retire and marry. It seems all too easy for Ally and Gavin to prove themselves during the six-month probationary period until they’re fighting disasters at the campground and failing at
over-optimistic baking expectations.

As Ally and Gavin slowly explore their growing attraction, they help each other fight fires, endure raging storms, and share a few passionate kisses. But there’s more than fires to fight when Ally’s grandfather disapproves of their budding romance and Ally is convinced Gavin has a girlfriend in the wings…a girlfriend expecting his baby!

Ride along as the two unlikely innkeepers figure out how they fit in their new life and learn the lesson taught by the Daisies in the Driveway.


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Q&A With the Author:

1. What do you like to do when you're not writing?
When I’m not writing, I’m doing schoolwork. For the last two years, I’ve been taking two online classes each semester and I’m loving it. I also make time every evening to read. There’s a saying that to be a better writer, you need to read a lot. I know that’s true and I especially love it when one of my favorite authors comes out with a new
book or series.

2. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I think my most interesting writing quirk is this: when I’m writing a scene, I will often close my eyes and type, while I envision the scene playing out in my mind, like a movie. I can see the setting, while I write the description. I hear the characters’ dialog and feel as though I’m transcribing it rather than inventing it. I love it when scenes
like that come together.

3. Do you have any suggestions to help budding authors become better

Suggestions for budding authors:
•          Write a lot; read a lot.
•          You can’t edit what you haven’t written. Keep writing and go back later to edit.
•          Understand that the revision process is the hard part; be ready and willing to make changes.
•          Leave your ego at the door when you ask someone for a critique. Be willing to take the advice of others.
•          Don’t delete pieces and parts in your revision process; put those snippets in an
“outtakes” file. It makes it easier to let the words go.

4. Where do you get information and ideas for your books?
Most of the time my story ideas come to me as inspiration. My characters introduce themselves to me and ask me to tell their story. Sometimes, they even tell me their names. The details of their story I frequently take from my own personal experiences or experiences of people in my family.

5. What do you think makes a good story?
Since I write about romance, what makes a good story for me is the discovery process of two people as they fall in love. A good story includes good character development with believable situations and genuine emotions. I don’t need an extreme heartache or
insurmountable obstacles to be miraculously overcome. I like a good story with
reasonable problems, quirky sidekicks, and confident characters. I especially love it when humor is included and people can laugh at themselves.

6. Tell us about your favorite summer vacation? Or what do you like to do
in the summer?
My favorite summer vacation was in the winter of 2000. Our family flew from Salt Lake City to Orlando and spent six wonderful days at Disneyworld. Halfway through our trip, Tomoko, our friend from Japan, joined us. We spent one day in each ‘kingdom’ and after Tomoko arrived, we returned to our favorite rides and shows with her. Our children were old enough to ride on all the rides and young enough to still enjoy being with their parents. Disneyworld’s ability to put people from all walks of life on the same playing field, as it were, gave us the opportunity to mix with
numerous cultures and find commonality in Disney-fun. I still listen to the music from the Millennial celebration and remember the good times we had there that winter.

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019


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All the Dirty Secrets
A Jake Carrington Thriller #4
Marian Lanouette
Genre: Mystery, Thriller

Pub Date: 5/14/19

It’s a shocking blast from the past when homicide detective Jake
Carrington finds himself investigating the last woman he’d suspect of murder . . .

Recovering from a stab wound to the gut, and dealing with the news that his
sister’s killer might beat the system, Lieutenant Jake Carrington
needs some downtime. But that’s cut short by a very sensitive case:
the murder of the police commissioner’s wife. The crime scene—a
dive hotel, complete with provocative, incriminating photos—suggests
the victim was having an affair. But Jake finds that hard to
believe—as hard to believe as the #1 suspect . . .

Jake hasn’t seen his high school sweetheart, Melinda Mastrianni, since
the day his sister, Eva, died. He’d turned down Eva’s request for
a ride so he could go see Melinda, and the guilt has never left him.
Now Melinda’s a local photographer, mostly shooting weddings and
graduations. Definitely not the kind of pics that led him to her
doorstep. But when Melinda disappears, and more prominent women turn
up dead, Jake will have to navigate through a twisted blackmailing
scheme to find out if the girl he once knew is long gone—or if
she’s a killer’s next target . . .

Tense and authentic—a suspenseful page-turner!” --Leo J. Maloney on All
the Pretty Brides

Chapter 1

Sergeant Louie Romanelli donned a second pair of gloves before he dared touch anything in the rent-by-the-hour room. Squeaky beds and low moans from the adjoining rooms bled through the walls, even on a Sunday morning. Someone was getting it, but not him. He’d been called from home on his day off as a special favor for Commissioner Todd Blake. Sophia hadn’t been a happy camper when he told her he had to report in. His wife had planned a family outing for the day and now he had ruined the whole thing—yet again. The job is the job, he thought.

No, instead he’d get to spend his day in a diseased, bug-infested room, standing over the half-nude body of the commissioner’s lovely wife splayed on the bed. He had seen her only the night before, at a local charity ball she had organized. Her brilliant blue eyes had been alive then, vibrant, but had now started to fade as Callie Blake stared up at the ceiling with a vacant death gaze. Not for the first time, he wondered why this classy lady had been in this fleabag motel dressed like a hooker.

Louie turned, then strolled toward the door when a car screeched to a stop at the curb. The low murmur of the crowd that had gathered outside the scene grew louder. A mixture of pimps, hookers, and local residents with their cell phones at the ready waited to learn what had happened in room 142. Not that it was uncommon for a death to occur here. Most residents at the motel were druggies and many had overdosed inside their rooms.

He handed the evidence bag to the uniform next to him. He’d recognized the captain’s car. Louie waited for his passenger to step from the car. He swore under his breath when Commissioner Todd Blake climbed out. Why the hell did the captain bring him to the crime scene? Blake was a suspect, for God’s sake. The media vultures hovered outside the police lines, shouting questions at the captain and Blake. For pity’s sake, it’s going to be all over the news tonight that the police commissioner received special treatment.

Blake ignored the screaming media as if they weren’t there. Gwenn Langley, the reporter from Channel 5, stood off to the side, away from the herd. Gwenn placed her hand on Blake’s elbow and leaned close to whisper into his ear. From his place in the doorway of the crime scene, Louie rushed toward the pair to shelter Blake from her.

“Step back or I’ll have you removed from the scene. Gwenn, show a little respect. This isn’t the time or the place to approach the commissioner,” Louie warned.

“Louie, she’s fine, leave her alone,” Blake said.

Louie stared Langley down before shifting his gaze to Captain Shamus McGuire, who shrugged at the unasked question.

Louie cleared his throat before he spoke in a soft voice for Blake’s ears only. “Commissioner, I can’t let you on the crime scene.”

“That’s my wife in there, Sergeant. I’m going in come hell or high water. Now get the hell out of my way if you want to keep your job,” Todd shot back. The veins in his temples looked as if they were about to burst from his skin.

Louie was afraid the commissioner would have a stroke and become his next causality. As if a pack of lions, the media moved in closer, hoping for a sound bite for tonight’s news.

“Captain…” Louie turned to Shamus, a plea in his eyes.

Commissioner Blake was his boss, but he couldn’t allow him to muddy up the evidence. If it came to trial, Blake’s lawyers would have a field day. They’d almost be guaranteed a dismissal based on compromised evidence.

Shamus grasped Blake’s arm, and whispered something to him. Louie leaned in, trying to hear, but Blake pinned Louie with a glare.

“Callie needs me, Shamus. I have to go in,” Blake said.

“I’ll walk you in…” Louie said, conceding to his captain’s judgment, but was cut off before he could finish his warning to Blake. He understood Blake’s need. He’d want to see the body and crime scene if his wife, Sophia, lay dead in there instead of Callie Blake. The thought frightened Louie, and he blessed himself to banish it.

Shamus said, “Louie, step aside. Todd’s going in for a minute, but you have to promise, Todd, afterward you’ll wait for me in the car.”


“Todd, I can’t compromise the scene. If you don’t agree to not touch anything, I’ll have to have an officer escort you from the scene.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed as he stared down Shamus. Louie watched McGuire count down the seconds before Blake agreed.

Shamus led Todd Blake from the curb, up the path lined with the shouting media, to room 142. When Louie, his captain, and the commissioner stepped into the crime scene, Louie’s team stopped what they were doing and came to attention. Blake approached his dead wife. Louie caught a few exchanging looks and behind Blake’s back, he waved off the team. At least they have the grace to drop their eyes, Louie thought. God, this is a mess. It was painful to watch when Blake dropped to his knees by Callie’s corpse. Sobs racked his body.

“Who could do this to her?”

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All the Pretty Brides
A Jake Carrington Thriller #3

Homicide detective Jake Carrington has an engagement that can’t wait—with
a killer.

Haunted by the murder of his sister, Lieutenant Jake Carrington struggles to
control his personal demons as he stands over the brutalized body of
a young woman found dead on the railroad tracks. The victim
disappeared on July 6th, the fifth woman in as many years to go
missing on that date. The fifth happy bride-to-be. The only one whose
body has turned up.
Soon the killer is sending personal messages to Jake. They refer to an
unidentified brother he believes Jake hates as much as he does. With
his partner distracted by turmoil at home, Jake is on his own. Drawn
deeper and deeper into a murderous family feud, his mission is to
find out who the killer’s brother is—and stop him before another
innocent woman’s life is cut tragically short.
Tense and authentic—a suspenseful page-turner!”Leo J. Maloney

All the Hidden Sins
A Jake Carrington Thriller #2

When it comes to crime, homicide detective Jake Carrington plays for high stakes . . .

Assigned a missing persons case, Lieutenant Jake Carrington investigates a local Mob
boss. The trail goes cold, but the Mafioso isn’t taking any
chances, and soon the heat turns up from another quarter. Turns out
there’s more than one dangerous suspect . . .
Kyra Russell is drop-dead gorgeous and Jake is only human. But despite their mutual
attraction, Jake’s suspicion deepens when he learns about her
gambling problem—an addiction that cost her both husband and son.
Even more disturbing is Kyra’s day job. She runs a crematorium—and
it’s tied to the Mob. Now Jake will have to navigate a firestorm of
treachery to get to the truth . . .

All the Deadly Lies
A Jake Carrington Thriller #1

Homicide detective Jake Carrington takes murder personally…

The victim was bludgeoned, stripped, and left for dead. Shanna Wagner
deserves justice—and there’s no better cop than Lieutenant Jake
Carrington to find her killer. The brutality of the crime reminds
Jake of his sister’s murder seventeen years ago, and the
remorseless man responsible, now up for parole.

Then another woman is killed—and Jake goes dangerously close to the
edge. He’ll have to face his personal demons and focus his
formidable skills if he hopes to stop a vicious murderer from
striking again—and hold on to his career, and his life . . .

A self-described tough blonde from Brooklyn, Marian Lanouette
grew up as one of 10 children. As far back as she can remember,
Marian loved to read. She was especially intrigued by the
crime reports. Tragically, someone she knew was murdered.
The killer was never found. Her Jake Carrington thrillers are
informed by her admiration for police work, her experience in running
a crematorium, and her desire to write books where good prevails,
even in the darkest times. Marian lives in New England with her husband. 

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Monday, June 10, 2019


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The Flowers of Avenel book 2  


Contemporary Romance
Date Published: June 8, 2019

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Dahlia Collins had sworn that she’d escape the sandy beaches of her little hometown of Avenel on The Hidden Banks Islands. She’d dreamt big for herself, craving the adventure and success that could only be found in a big city. But life in the big city turned tumultuous, and the overwhelming swells of betrayal and financial struggle carried her back home to Avenel. Taking over Dahlia’s Delights Bakery should have been easy for her, except it wasn’t. Someone was sabotaging her business. She prayed that with the help of a handsome police officer, she would save her bakery.

Mark Lane was a simple man with simple needs. He had his health and a successful career as the police lieutenant on a beautiful island off the coast of North Carolina. That was all he needed, or thought he needed, until he walked into Dahlia’s Delights. When he saw her, his brain whirled with surprise. The young teen he’d last laid eyes on a decade ago was now a grown beauty. His heart double-tapped. His blood heated and strummed through his veins faster than normal. Gone was the girl he’d teased in his youth. Instead, an auburn-haired beauty with emerald eyes robbed him of rational thought.

When Dahlia shares her concerns about the bakery with Mark, and he promises to help her, all the feelings she’d had for him rushed through her again. Her heart palpitated, desire cloaked her, and she was thirteen again. Falling in love with him would be so easy. Hell, she was already halfway there.

As Mark stepped towards the counter, his brain whirled with surprise. Why he was surprised he wasn’t sure. He’d walked into Dahlia’s Delights, so it made sense to see Dahlia in her store. Maybe the surprise was his body’s reaction to her. His heart double-tapped, and his blood coursed quickly through his veins.

She’d grown up.

The little girl he’d teased in his youth was gone, and an attractive woman stood in her place. There was no denying the beauty before him was Dahlia. Her auburn hair was piled in a messy bun atop her head. A few stray wisps had slipped out of place and framed her creamy, pale skin. And those emerald eyes robbed him of rational thought.

Licking her lips, she tried to get moisture back into her mouth so she could speak. “Mark Lang?” she managed. “Wow, it’s been forever.” And just like that, her crush was back. Her pulse picked up speed, nerves danced a staccato in her belly, and a flash of heat swept over her.

His lips slid into a smile as he stepped up to the counter. “Dahlia Collins.”

The smooth, drawn-out sound of her name falling from his lips sent a wave of goose bumps over her. She prayed that he’d say something else, just so she could revel in the deep timbre of his voice.

“I heard you were back,” he continued. “I’d ask what you’ve been up to, but it’s obvious that you’re following in your parent’s footsteps.”

“Yes, yes,” she tilted her head in reply and did her best to control her racing heart. “The oven mitt didn’t fall far from the oven.” God, had she literally said that?

He breathed out a laugh and appreciated the pink flush that washed over her face. “I guess not. You’re working for your parents.”

“No,” she stated adamantly. “I bought the business. It’s mine now.” Hers to flourish or destroy. And why it mattered to her that he knew she owned it she didn’t know.

That’s not true. She did know. She wasn’t an awkward teen anymore. She wanted him to see her as a successful business woman. Someone with confidence and abilities that set her apart from the rest of her peers.

About the Author

Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, two hamsters, four guinea pigs, an axolotl, and a school of various fish. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her writing career. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters’ eyes.

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Western Song
Leigh Podgorski
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance 

Readers' Favorite Book Award Winner Bronze 2018

Contemporary Western Love Story about a bull riding rancher and his deceased best
buddy's Thai immigrant mail order bride. As she discovers the power
of freedom, he discovers he's lost his heart.

When Weston Beaudurant’s buddy, rodeo clown Cody Goode is killed in a
rodeo accident -- gored by the maniacal bull Baby Face that Weston is
riding, Weston is consumed with guilt. The day after the accident,
while going through Cod’s papers, lawyer Wynona Vasquez discovers
that he had been secretly engaged to a Thai immigrant who is arriving
by train that evening.

Elected by unanimous decision to be the welcoming committee, Weston arrives
at the train station prepared for anything but the lovely forlorn
creature he finds waiting in the rain. Though appearing waif-like,
Song Phan-Rang is anything but fragile. Her mettle quickly rises to
the surface in her determination to remain in Y-oh-ming.

Forced together by their circumstances, Weston and Song are explosive. Used
to solitude, Weston is driven crazy by the obliging Song. But as Song
shows her prowess not only as a housekeeper and cook, but as a rider
and rancher as well, Weston discovers that against his best efforts
(and damned if he'll ever admit it) -- he's falling in love.

By the time they bedded the horses at the corral, Song was shivering uncontrollably. The last half mile walk to the ranch house felt more like ten. He’d wrapped her in some blankets from the bunk house, but nothing was penetrating; she was chilled to the bone.

At the Snowy Moon ranch house, Weston helped her inside to the Great Room, settling her on the long leather couch. He laid a fire, and once lit, its warmth filled the room. He gathered the throw blankets that were tossed about the room and towels from the side bathroom.

“We have to get you out of your wet clothes,” he told her. Kneeling before her, he gently removed the blankets and his sheepskin jacket. She was still shivering so hard her teeth were chattering.

“I’m okay, Weston.”

“Okay, huh?” He slipped her sweatshirt off over her head. “Maybe okay for a penguin.” She smiled, though her smile jumped crookedly with the clattering of her teeth. “That was pretty crazy. What you did.”

“During the war, My Uncle Thieu lost everything in Vietnam. He had to sell his farm and move away. Thieu, my grandmother Hai Yen. He made some money on that sale, but did not make what it was worth because the people who bought his farm knew they could cheat him. When he got to Thailand, everybody had to work very hard to build everything up again. But especially Hai Yen because Thieu always told her it was her fault they had to leave.”

Weston took hold of her delicate hands, grasping them between his own and gently rubbing them to warm them. “Why?”

“My mother was nguoi My con gai, half white; she was the daughter of Hai Yen and an American soldier.”

“What did that have to do with having to leave?”

“Nothing. It was the war that drove them out. But Thieu used the birth of my mother to demean and shame my grandmother. He was a very shrewd man. Because of her shame, my grandmother could not work hard enough for Thieu.”

“Did you work, too?”

“Oh, yes. From the time I was very small. Thieu taught me everything about farming. This is where I learned, for example, that each thing, every animal is very, very precious.”

Weston picked up a towel and began drying her hair. “You’re still shivering.”

“It is nothing. It will stop soon.”

He rose, walked to the bar and poured some Turkey 101. He brought the glass back and handed it to her. “Remember, sip slowly.”

She took the glass and sipped. “It is much better the second time.”

“Don’t you go gettin’ too used to that stuff.” He sat back down next to her. “That soldier…your…grandfather….he was from here.”


“From Wyoming.”


“That was the name I saw. Gustafson. Homer Gustafson.”

Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears. “I do not know…if he even is still alive…my grandmother is no longer living….and if he is…if he would have any desire to see me…”


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Leigh Podgorski’s stage plays have been produced in Los Angeles, New York
City and regionally. She had the privilege of interviewing Dr.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross for her one-act play Windstorm, which was
presented as part of the annual festival CelebrateWomen that Leigh
also co-produced. We Are Still Here, the story of Cahuilla Indian
elder Katherine Siva Saubel, was premiered at the Gene Autry Western
Heritage Museum as part of CelebrateWomen 2000. The play has been
presented throughout Southern California at college campuses,
Universities, and Indian Reservations and Casinos.

In addition to her plays, Leigh has penned several original
award-winning screenplays and several of her monologues have been
published through Meriwether Publishing, Ltd..

Leigh produced her first documentary, We Are Still Here, based on the play
in 2007, which she also wrote and directed. The film has screened at
the American Indian Film Festival, Sherman Indian Film Festival, Cal
State San Marcos Native American Film Festival, and the Talking Stick Film Festival.

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