Friday, August 14, 2026

Speculative Fiction Spotlight: Holes in the Somewhere by Richard R. Brown

Grief does not follow a single set of rules in Holes in the Somewhere. It can emerge through a mysterious wall, accompany strangers confronting a fungal pandemic, or sit beside college students preparing for the extinction of the Sun. Richard R. Brown gathers those unsettling possibilities around something considerably more personal: his own experience of grief and loss following his father’s death from cancer. The result is a collection where speculative fiction and horror provide unusual shapes for recognizably human fears, losses, and impossible decisions—and where the distance between the normal and paranormal can become disturbingly thin.


Holes in the Somewhere

by Richard R. Brown

Genre: Speculative Fiction, Horror Stories

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Holes In The Somewhere is a collection of short works, anchored by a personal memoir of the author's own experience with grief and loss after the passing of his father from cancer, by speculative fiction author Richard R. Brown.

 

A single mother encounters insanity in the worst possible person; an estranged parent loses his reunited family to a mysterious bathroom wall; a group of strangers come together to fight a fungal pandemic; college students prepare for the extinction of the Sun... these are a few of the challenges faced by the desperate characters in Holes In The Somewhere. The choices they make, the dilemmas they wrestle with, all have very supernatural consequences, but are felt with very human emotions.

 

These stories will tug at strings your heart thought were too well-hidden for anyone to know about, and cause the mind to probe the gray areas between wrong and right. Between normal and paranormal. Behind what's real and only to the side of what's unreal. A perfect mix of quick, unsettling reads, and longer, heart-wrenching escapes.

 

What readers are saying:

"The debut is speculative fiction in form: weird, unsettling, occasionally cosmic. But it reads less like a genre exercise than like grief that has been given permission to take unusual shapes." - Justine Castellon, Author/Reviewer

 

"I guarantee there is a 'gotcha' story in there for just about anybody, and if you don't find at least one that bothers you just as you're about to fall asleep, you're made of sterner stuff than I am." - Kenneth Crist, editor-in-chief, Black Petals Magazine

 

“These stories are weird and creepy and heart-wrenching in all the best ways. If you enjoy fiction that makes you question everything and wrecks you emotionally, this is for you!” – Valerie S., 5 star Amazon Review


༺ WHY READ THIS BOOK ༻


Holes in the Somewhere uses speculative situations to approach emotions that are considerably less imaginary. A mysterious bathroom wall, an approaching solar catastrophe, and a fungal pandemic may belong to horror and speculative fiction, but the people facing them are still negotiating grief, fractured families, fear, responsibility, and choices without comfortable answers.

 

The inclusion of Brown’s personal memoir gives that approach additional context. Rather than keeping lived loss separate from the collection’s stranger stories, the book places the author’s experience following his father’s death alongside fictional characters confronting their own versions of disappearance, upheaval, and mortality. That combination makes the collection especially interesting for readers who appreciate horror that uses the impossible to examine emotions that are entirely real.

 



༺ WHO WILL LOVE IT ༻


This collection should be particularly interesting to readers who prefer horror that unsettles emotionally as well as supernaturally. Its scenarios range from intimate family terror to large-scale catastrophe, allowing the stories to approach dread from different directions rather than relying on a single kind of monster or threat.

 

Short-fiction readers who enjoy moving between quick disturbances and longer narratives will also find that variety built into the collection. The recurring attention to grief and difficult moral territory makes it a stronger match for those who like speculative fiction that leaves uncomfortable questions behind after the immediate danger has passed.


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Excerpt from ‘A Hole In The Somewhere’, a story in ‘Holes In The Somewhere’

When he hung up, he saw the answer to his problem of Tony’s dead body. He picked Tony up and wrestled him into the wall where the blurred patch was. Pieces seemed to fall off into the wall, but that just made Tony easier to handle. He just had time to change into a clean shirt and slide the gun back under the couch before there came a soft knock on his door.

 

Jack wiped sweat from his forehead and opened the door. Before him stood the same little girl who held his hand twenty years ago and asked him, “Why, Daddy?” about absolutely everything. Only now she had green eyes when she used to have brown eyes.

 

“Mommy says you’re my grandpa,” she said to him now. “Why is your door all bubbly and brown, Grandpa?”

 

Jack looked up and past his granddaughter at Mary, who was smiling anxiously at both of them.

 

“Hi, Daddy,” was all she said. It was enough.

 

Jack burst into tears, picked his granddaughter up in his left arm, and trotted down the steps to embrace his daughter with his right arm. They hugged for several moments before a muffled, “Why are you crying, Grandpa?” came from his shoulder.

 

Jack laughed, and put her down on the ground again. “I’m crying because I’m so happy to meet you!” he said.

 

“Oh. My name’s Emily, but you can call me Emmy. Why do you live by the train tracks, Grandpa?”

 

“Actually, Dad, I’m curious, too. This address came up as ‘Condemned.’ How is it that you live here?”

 

Jack led them inside and told them his story, forcing himself to be honest about his decisions and his reasons. Recent events disappeared from his awareness as the last twenty years enveloped him. He told them about his depression and anger from the divorce, and how losing everything seduced him into giving up everything. He hadn’t wanted to try to replace what he had lost because that would be admitting that he had lost it to begin with. After a few minutes, Emmy wanted to explore, so Jack gave a tour while he talked. It only took a minute.

 

In the bathroom, Mary shot him an alarmed look when she saw the cracked mirror. “Oh! It was like that when I found this place. I got a new one last month. I just forgot about hanging it up.”

 

“Let’s do it now, Daddy. I don’t like that crack, for some reason. It creeps me out.”

 

They hung the new mirror while Jack entertained them with stories from his train-hopping days. Mary leaned the cracked mirror against the wall below the new one, stood up, and proclaimed, “Much better!”

 

Jack and Mary returned to the main room. Mary told Jack about her short, failed marriage to Emmy’s father, her job at CyberSolutions, and her academic career. “Where is Emmy?” Jack wondered aloud.

 

“She was fascinated by that old mirror, so I leaned it against the wall so she could look at it.”

 

Jack felt a moment of unease at this, but had no ready explanation for it, so he let it go. “Are you hungry, kiddo?” he asked Mary. “I’m sure Emmy probably is. Want to go to lunch?”

 

“Sure, but I’m pay-“Mary was interrupted by a tremendous whipcrack coming from the bathroom.

 

The gun!, Jack thought, and leapt to his feet as Mary called out, “Emmy?  Emmy!” They both ran into the bathroom, only to find it empty. There was nothing to hide behind, but Mary made a close search of every corner, anyway, all the while calling her daughter’s name, “Emmy! Emmeeee!”



༺ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ༻


Richard R. Brown is a legally-blind author of speculative fiction, horror, and thrillers. He writes from experience, having lived through paranormal events, alien attacks, and cosmic horrors -- at least, in his mind and in the books he listens to. He and his Guide Dog live in the Pacific Northwest. Richard is between Guide Dogs at the moment as Edison retired last summer. Edison was at Richard's side through every story in his book. Richard has no such guidance for his current novel, but will likely have one for editing help.


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༺ LAST WORD ༻


The title Holes in the Somewhere suits a collection concerned with the places where ordinary explanations stop working. Brown’s characters encounter impossible intrusions into recognizable lives, but the emotional consequences remain grounded in things people understand all too well: losing someone, recovering a relationship, confronting mortality, and wondering which choice can still be called right when every option carries a cost.

 

That connection between grief and the uncanny may be the collection’s most intriguing proposition. Horror can give fear a monster, a pandemic, a cosmic catastrophe, or even a hole where no hole should exist. Grief is harder to contain. Here, the strange things lurking around the edges of reality offer another way to look directly at it.



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Adventure Spotlight: Second Chance Highway by Lori Keesey

Ginny Carmichael’s road trip begins as an act of escape, but Second Chance Highway is interested in what happens after physical distance has been created between a woman and the life that has harmed her. Traveling with her baby daughter, Ginny encounters people who offer kindness without demanding anything in return, while the road steadily carries her toward an estranged mother and wounds that cannot be left behind simply by crossing state lines. Lori Keesey’s sequel to Always Think of Me places faith, forgiveness, and restoration alongside the practical courage required to begin again, turning the highway itself into part of Ginny’s reckoning with what freedom might actually mean.


Second Chance Highway by Lori Keesey

Second Chance Highway

A Sequel

Fantasy / Action & Adventure / Christian

Date Published: June 9, 2026

Publisher: Clay Bridges Publishing

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Sometimes, the second chance we truly need is the one we give ourselves.

 

Ginny Carmichael feels trapped in her abusive relationship until an otherworldly visit ignites her determination to break free. With her baby daughter in tow, she embarks on a courageous road trip that not only takes her away from danger but also leads her to unexpected kindness, genuine connections, and profound forgiveness. 

 

Along the way, she meets a compassionate waitress, a spirited aunt, and ultimately her estranged mother, who may hold the key to her healing. As Ginny approaches her destination—and the truth about her worth—she discovers that escape was never the destination. Wholeness was. 

 

Second Chance Highway is a poignant tale of faith, friendship, and the path to restoration and redemption, and is the sequel to the award-winning Always Think of Me.


༺ WHY READ THIS BOOK ༻


Second Chance Highway centers its story on an important distinction: getting away from danger and recovering from it are not the same thing. Ginny’s decision to leave is only the beginning. The people she encounters on the road—a waitress, an aunt, and eventually the mother from whom she has been separated—become part of a much more difficult process involving trust, forgiveness, and the rebuilding of her sense of worth.

 

The supernatural element also gives Ginny’s departure an unusual starting point without removing the human work that follows. Her journey still depends on choices, relationships, and a willingness to confront painful family history. Readers interested in faith-centered fiction that treats restoration as a process rather than a single dramatic moment may find that emphasis especially meaningful.


༺ WHO WILL LOVE IT ༻


This sequel may appeal most to readers who want character-driven Christian fiction concerned with recovery, family relationships, and the difficult work of forgiving without pretending that harm never occurred. Ginny’s journey combines a literal road trip with a return to unresolved relationships, giving the story room for both outward movement and inward change.

 

Those who have already read Always Think of Me can continue Ginny’s story here, while readers drawn to women rebuilding their lives after controlling relationships may connect with the book’s focus on agency, motherhood, faith, and learning to accept genuine kindness after living with fear.


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Lori Keesey is the author of Second Chance Highway, the sequel to the award-winning Always Think of Me. Lori discovered her love for writing at a very young age and then pursued a professional writing career as a journalist, freelance writer, and communication consultant. She graduated from the University of Maryland, College Park.

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The most significant distance Ginny travels in Second Chance Highway is not measured by the miles between her old life and her destination. Leaving gives her the opportunity to survive; the harder question is what she will build once she is no longer organizing every decision around fear. That distinction gives the novel a more thoughtful definition of a second chance than simply starting over somewhere new.

 

Ginny’s encounters along the road also suggest that restoration can arrive through unexpected people as readily as through long-awaited reconciliations. Her destination matters, but so do the moments that gradually challenge what she has learned to believe about herself. In that sense, the highway is less an escape route than the place where Ginny begins deciding what she will carry forward—and what she is finally ready to leave behind.



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Middle Grade Fiction Book Reveal: Zombie Zoo by Melanie Abed

A strange outbreak on the island of Tub begins with an especially alarming symptom: orphans are turning into wood-eating zombies. In Zombie Zoo, thirteen-year-old naturalist Felix Fizzystyxx can no longer remain safely in his tree fort observing the world from a distance. Solving what is happening in Spinachi means joining forces with Ninja, a fiercely instinctive investigator whose methods are very different from his own. Their partnership gives this supernatural mystery an unusual engine, pairing scientific observation with intuition as the two trace a contaminated water supply, a glowing substance, and a plague that was deliberately unleashed. With biology, chemistry, and the scientific method woven into the mystery itself, Melanie Abed gives the zombie adventure a decidedly curious streak.

Zombie Zoo

Adventures in Tub (Felix & Ninja, Book 1)

Upper Middle Grade

Date Published: 09-15-2026

Publisher: Oculus Print

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Two orphan loners. One supernatural plague. When wood-eating zombies threaten their island, mismatched investigators Felix and Ninja must combine science and instinct to save Spinachi-before they're next.
 

ZOMBIE ZOO is Book 1 in a five-book middle grade adventure series for readers ages 8-13, blending paranormal mystery, zombies, unlikely friendship, and STEAM-powered problem-solving.


When 13-year-old aspiring naturalist Felix Fizzystyxx discovers that orphans at Wayward Amok Orphanage are transforming into wood-eating zombies, his quiet tree-fort observations are no longer enough. Someone has deliberately unleashed a strange plague on Tub's island town of Spinachi-and they're still out there. 
 

To find a cure, Felix must team up with Ninja, a shadow-dwelling orphan who trusts her instincts and never backs down. Intense and razor-sharp, she notices what others overlook and lives up to her name as the island's most mysterious sleuth. With their eccentric mentor Doc Brunne compromised and the town's water supply contaminated by a glowing bioluminescent substance, the two mismatched investigators must combine scientific observation with sharp intuition to stop the outbreak before their island home is devoured.


Set on the fictional island of Tub, this fast-paced, humorous adventure naturally weaves in STEAM concepts-biology, chemistry, bioluminescence, water systems, pattern recognition, and the scientific method-within an age-appropriate supernatural mystery. Themes include unlikely friendship, identity, trust across differences, courage, and finding your voice when adults won't listen.
 

Featuring diverse protagonists, quirky humor, spooky-but-fun scares, and strong female and male leads. ZOMBIE ZOO is ideal for reluctant readers and fans of Max Brallier's The Last Kids on Earth, B.B. Alston's Amari and the Night Brothers, and Goosebumps. Comprehensive educator resources-including discussion guides, vocabulary lists, STEAM extension activities, and printable maps-support classroom use, library programming, book clubs, and make this title ideal for cross-curricular lessons bridging ELA, STEAM, and SEL.


༺ WHY READ THIS BOOK ༻


Zombie Zoo makes its investigation depend on two very different ways of understanding a problem. Felix approaches the outbreak as an aspiring naturalist, observing evidence and looking for explanations, while Ninja notices details and trusts instincts that Felix might miss. That contrast matters because the mystery itself is built around clues with scientific possibilities: contaminated water, bioluminescence, patterns, and a plague affecting the island's orphans.

 

The wood-eating zombies add the wonderfully odd complication that Tub itself is vulnerable. Stopping the outbreak is therefore about more than escaping monsters; Felix and Ninja have to understand what is happening and find a cure before their wooden island home is devoured. For younger readers who like their spooky stories mixed with puzzles, humor, and experiments in thinking, the premise gives them plenty to investigate alongside the characters.


༺ WHO WILL LOVE IT ༻


Young mystery solvers who enjoy following evidence may find Felix and Ninja's investigation especially appealing, while the wood-eating zombies and threatened island give horror-loving middle grade readers a supernatural hook without abandoning the book's stated spooky-but-fun approach. The STEAM elements also make this an interesting match for children who like asking how things work rather than simply accepting that something strange has happened.

 

The story may have particular appeal for ages 8-13 who enjoy unlikely partnerships, eccentric settings, and protagonists whose different strengths become useful when adults cannot solve the problem for them. Its educator resources also give teachers, librarians, book clubs, and families ways to extend the fictional mystery into conversations and activities involving science, language arts, and social-emotional learning.


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Melanie Abed is a behavioral expert turned story weaver. She believes dragons are real but hiding, and finds thunderstorms equally delightful and terrifying. A tea-loving bookworm, she champions young minds and writes to help kids discover their superpowers are real.

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A town called Spinachi, an island called Tub, and zombies with an appetite for wood give Zombie Zoo a playfully peculiar identity before the investigation even begins. The more interesting idea beneath that setup, though, is the partnership between two orphan outsiders who solve problems differently. Felix's observations do not make Ninja's instincts unnecessary, and Ninja's sharp perception does not make Felix's scientific thinking irrelevant. Their differences are part of the solution.

 

That makes this first Felix & Ninja adventure worth watching for middle grade readers who prefer mysteries that give them clues to consider rather than asking them only to outrun the monster. When the monster also happens to be eating the island, solving the science becomes rather urgent.

 



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Thursday, August 13, 2026

Psychological Thriller Spotlight: The Weight of Cold Things by Lisa Towles

Wyoming ranch country and the frozen industrial edge of Alaska sit thousands of miles apart, but in The Weight of Cold Things, the distance between them begins to collapse around Deputy Sheriff Gree Gooding. Lisa Towles sends Gree north in search of a missing sheriff while the unresolved death of her husband, buried family history, a mysterious black-ops program, and a landscape capable of killing in minutes tighten around the investigation. The result pairs the grit of a contemporary Western with a conspiracy thriller whose secrets have been accumulating beneath the ice for decades. 

 


The Weight of Cold Things

by Lisa Towles

Genre: Psychological Thriller, Arctic Noir

While searching for her missing boss, a Wyoming Deputy Sheriff accidentally discovers a secret facility and conspiracy of silence surrounding a series of mysterious deaths in Deadhorse, Alaska.

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Wyoming Deputy Sheriff Gree Gooding has one mission: find her missing boss. The trail leads four thousand miles north—to Deadhorse, Alaska, an oil-drilling outpost clinging to the edge of the Arctic Circle. A place where daylight is rationed, where the cold can kill in minutes, and where her husband AJ, a petroleum geologist, vanished six months ago. 

 

The clues don't just point to her boss's disappearance. They reach back into Gree's own past— to the Wyoming ranch she left behind, to the family secrets buried in its soil, and to the grief frozen like permafrost inside her. 

 

When the investigation cinches around a decades-long cover-up — a black ops program called Arc Dominion — Gree realizes someone's been waiting for her. Someone knew she'd follow the thread. This was never about a missing sheriff. It's about the conspiracy AJ died trying to expose — and whether she can finish what he started. 

 

The cold doesn't forgive.
It doesn't forget.
And it's about to give up its dead. 

 

For fans of Yellowstone and The X-Files — where neo-Western grit meets a decades-long government conspiracy buried beneath the Arctic ice.


༺ WHY READ THIS BOOK ༻

 

The investigation in The Weight of Cold Things is compelling because Gree is following more than one disappearance. Sheriff Peter Barrett is missing, but AJ’s death six months earlier is still shaping nearly every decision she makes, and the trail north begins connecting the two cases in ways that challenge what she thought she understood about both men. Towles uses that overlap to make grief part of the mystery rather than simply part of the protagonist’s backstory. 

 

The geography gives the novel another distinctive edge. Gree moves between Wyoming ranch country and Deadhorse, Alaska, where an oil-drilling outpost, Arctic conditions, and the history surrounding Arc Dominion create a setting that is both physically dangerous and central to the conspiracy itself. The supplied excerpt also reaches back to Prudhoe Bay in 1974, signaling that the secrets Gree encounters were set in motion long before her investigation began.


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Prologue

 

Winter, 1974 - Prudhoe Bay, Northwest Alaska

 

They gutted an iceberg with two sticks of dynamite, forty years ago when the shabby construction camps rose on the iconic Dalton Highway. Oil was struck in Prudhoe Bay in 1968, setting off an irreversible string of events: an ecological nightmare, an eight-billion-dollar pipeline transporting crude oil 800 miles south from the North Slope to Valdez, and passage for seventy thousand oil workers to the most menacing outpost on earth: Deadhorse. 

 

A stolen scrap of bread. Chronic insomnia. Drug abuse. One worker snapped, nicking dynamite from the munitions depot, flailing his arms, all the while forgetting how fast the detonating cord burns to the quick. The shock wave bulleted shards of ice in every direction, thrusting the assailant twelve feet in the air in a whirl of fire and black smoke. He became the first prize, the Number One. His victim, the second man, escaped. 

 

It took two days for the particles to clear the air, finally revealing an exquisite, dome-like crevasse in the ice the depth of five residential garages — one after the other in a long, hollow train. Except this garage had no yard outside because nothing grew in this place but resentment. No gas grill on a redwood deck, no family huddled in the adjacent house. Only the unrelenting cold and ice: on the floor, walls, ceiling. He loved it that way, the Caretaker, the exclusivity of his access and the singularity of his dark secret. 

 

That spring, the suited men came in droves sporting fine clothing and city shoes to explain the gravity of their problem, which later evolved into their pitch. Well, their problem had just solved itself, hadn’t it? No one knew about this place and nobody but him would ever find it. Some secrets were just not for sale.


Chapter 1

 

Present Day December 18 - Inglewood Ranch, Cody, WY

 

I could feel it in my bones, this unspeakable energy of change. Not a buzz, it was more like a low hum I could almost hear when I closed my eyes and got real still. I’d woken with it today, of all days, this visceral knowing that despite the regularity of my errand, it would have a disruptive impact on my life, such as it was. My work in Jackson, a five hour drive from our family ranch in Cody, was an odd arrangement to begin with, and the two-bedroom condo I rented near the Teton County Sheriff’s Office was uninhabitable without AJ. Even still, there was something else in the air today. Cholo, our ranch hand and my lifelong friend, sensed something too, though it wasn’t his way to articulate his thoughts. Instead, he put cinnamon in the coffee, his quiet way of offering comfort. I could smell it the whole way in from the barn. 

 

I’d gone out before first light, watching the fluff of gray dawn cover my beloved Inglewood, hoping to shake the image of a recurring dream and to brush AJ’s quarter horse, Rain. At first, it was to console him, knowing horses had unique and profound ways of grieving. Lately, though, the cold vigil seemed more about me. Rogue, the word had been coming to me since AJ’s death — a blurry dream-hand opening to a tiny piece of paper on which a single word was written. Was it him reaching out from his watery grave? What did it mean? 

 

Cholo passed me a cup when I reached the kitchen, shutting out the ten-degree wind chill behind me. I unzipped my coat and sipped quietly just inside the door, letting the hot coffee slide down my throat, waiting for whatever his face was preparing. 

 

“Been three weeks now.”

 

I nodded, three weeks since Sheriff Peter Barrett disappeared — my boss, mentor, now another silent ache in my heart. 

 

“I heard about the fire,” he added. “How many is that now?”

 

“Does it matter?” I asked him. “Seven.”

 

“You think they’re connected. Don’t you?”

 

I shrugged, pretending. But any sane person would. “I’m not an arson investigator. Bryce at the State Fire Marshal’s Office is looking into it.” 

 

“Really?”

 

I laughed. “Come on. Bryce has a good team working for him. I know two of those guys.” 

 

“They haven’t been out here since Thanksgiving.” Cholo stared back, thick brows angled over large, black eyes. 

 

“I know, okay? What do you want me to do? I’m not the sheriff.” The words caught in my throat. 

 

“You never know about people,” he said with that quiet wisdom I’d never seen in anyone else, like he understood the longings in my heart for answers that hadn’t yet come. Peter Barrett, Jackson’s most beloved sheriff, vanished three weeks ago today. 

 

Cholo was right about Bryce, too. Interagency politics aside, I’d need to call and follow up on the arson investigation they said they were running. Add it to the growing list. 

 

He took a long sip, still watching me.

 

“Well, spit it out already,” I said.

 

“I can’t take you to the airport.”

 

“It’s alright, I’ll get an Uber.”

 

Cholo’s jaw was set tight but his eyes were uncertain, like he was trying to think of an excuse but couldn’t do it. 

 

“What’s the big deal?”

 

“Woody’s gonna take you.”

 

“Woody!” My voice cracked like a whip. I set the cup on the counter with a clunk and rezipped my coat. Ah…the cinnamon. Son of a bitch. 

 

“He wants to talk to you.”

 

“Does he now?” I grabbed the warm mug for reinforcement and sucked down the last three gulps. “Does he want to talk about how he stole two of our horses, stole money from me? He robbed us, Cholo, all of us. And by doing so, he broke something precious.” I didn’t like the sound of that word, precious. Made it seem like Woody was important to me, and despite the intrusive logic of that truth, there was no place for Woody here anymore. 

 

“He says he’s sorry.”

 

“Not to me he didn’t. Besides, sorry’s just a word.” Already mad at seven in the morning, great. I zipped my coat and turned my back to him, facing the door. “A real apology is a change in behavior.” My eyes were wide as I waited for him to take my challenge. To come to Woody’s rescue, explain how the drugs made him do it or the excuse-of-the-day. 

 

Still fuming, I left via Uber at 7:30 a.m. without another word to either Cholo or my dad. Woody could kiss my ass as far as I was concerned. I’d have to pay for my cold heart, of course. The world has a quiet way of keeping score.

***

By 3:00 p.m., I was standing on the corner of Wave and McClellan Streets in Monterey, California. Eleven hundred miles away in historic Cannery Row, a sliver of sea was visible between the brownstones on Lighthouse Avenue. The sun felt warm on my face and bare arms. Mid December in California, I’ll be damned. A premonition, I couldn’t put my finger on it, made me take notice, warning me to be careful. Something bad was coming. 

 

Ash was right, I was loath to admit. There were holiday decorations and tacky music everywhere, but it just didn’t feel like Christmas in a hilltop penthouse overlooking the ocean, waves beneath me reflecting a cloudy sky. The beauty of California’s coast was unmistakable, but in my heart, Christmas was indelibly marked by snow. 

 

“Is that you?” Cholo asked me later, answering his mobile on the third ring.

 

“I guess. Some version of me, anyway.”

 

“What are you doing out there, Gree? You hate California.”

 

He knew, of course; we’d discussed it back and forth for weeks. Why go now, why go at all? After being on and off the market for ten years, my mother’s condo had finally found a buyer. I came here to sign papers, to once again acknowledge the sting of her death and bring my feet one step closer to the present. But that wasn’t what he was asking. Like all Cholo’s questions, they were part real world and part spirit world. I knew what he meant. I just wasn’t sure I was willing to answer yet. 

 

“How’s Dad?” I deflected.

 

“He’s concerned about how it will look to the community, you leaving town after Peter’s disappearance.”

 

“I don’t recall asking his opinion.” He was right, though. It was too sudden, but it would be a short trip. Besides, everything was broken right now anyway. 

 

“No, but he’s always willing to share it, isn’t he?”

 

“Yeah,” I laughed.

 

“He’s splitting wood right now,” Cholo said.

 

“Great idea for a man who just had a heart attack.”

 

“Come on, it was a mild one. He didn’t even know he was having it. Besides, it’s gonna be zero tonight. We’ll be using that wood.” 

 

I guess I shouldn’t complain. The fact that they were staying in the same house, after such a long standoff, was nothing short of miraculous and I had nothing to do with it. Maybe the rock of resentment got too heavy to haul around anymore. I was dying to know who thawed first, but I’d never ask. You didn’t do things that way out here. Not in Wyoming, not in this family. 

 

“Could you make sure he’s got a jacket on? For God’s sake keep an eye on him. If left to his own devices he’d chop wood in a—” 

 

“Gretchen.”

 

It was my dad’s voice now, Ash Gooding, former Sheriff of Park County, who to this day insists on calling me by my birth name instead of the nickname my mother gave me. 

 

“How’s sunny California?”

 

It was meant as an insult. Everyone in town got lots of mileage from the fact that I wasn’t a native of Wyoming, even though I’d lived there since I was five. 

 

“It’s midnight, Wyoming time. What are you doing up this late? Do you miss me that much?” I joked to an awkward silence. I rambled on for a while, telling him about the dark orange sunset I’d seen from the balcony after signing a four-inch stack of papers. Hadn’t they ever heard of digital copies? Apparently, this mortgage company insisted on paper-everything. Ash listened. I heard the clinking of ice in his glass. Would this be his third or fourth by now? I decided not to mention the wood chopping. 

 

“You didn’t tell her?” he mumbled to Cholo. “Mmm.”

 

“Tell me what?”

 

A murmur of conversation in the background. Maybe his hand was covering the phone. And maybe this was what Cholo was hiding from me this morning. 

 

“Dad, what is it? Tell me.”

 

“I can’t. Gotta show you. Guess we’ll have to wait till you get back.”

 

Sonofabitch. I knew my dad, and that meant no manipulation or psychology would wriggle out of him whatever he was keeping from me. After signing over ownership of what had been my mother’s dream home, I left the key with the bankers and took with me a cedar box of my mother’s mementos, which I would undoubtedly squirrel away somewhere and forget about for the next decade. All the better, right? Avoidance, since AJ’s death six months ago, had become a sort of new religion. Didn’t avoidance almost always turn to cancer somewhere down the road? 

 

When I got back, I didn’t bother going home first before looking for Ash. He’d planted an evil seed of dread and apprehension, and he knew it too. Maybe punishing me for something; he’s a Gemini after all. I flew into Cody from San Francisco instead of Jackson, where I’d worked for the past twelve years as deputy sheriff under Peter Barrett, one of the kindest men I’d ever met. Why did I feel like Ash’s secret had something to do with him? The buzzing in my bones this morning...maybe that was the warning. Jesus, no. Not that. The vague comfort of the word missing was too hard to give up. 

 

Three in the afternoon to Ash Gooding meant five o’clock somewhere. There's this ratty bar on the edge of town called Stagecoach, Ash’s favorite. Drafty as hell with dusty floors, swivel stools, and random darts scattered on the floor looking for their board, threatening tetanus. Weird part about it was that the owner isn't a wrinkled prune of a man but someone belonging on the cast of Below Deck, a body intended for board shorts, tanned legs and a white polo shirt hauling up ropes with three-ply triceps. He was trying to be unassuming in a plain brown t-shirt stretched out at the neck, pretending he didn't care about his looks. His artificially whitened smile betrayed the deception - laughing eyes with something sinister behind them, a joke no one knew about but him. 

 

“How’s it going?” the guy asked.

 

I exhaled. “G&T, please. Been a long day.”

 

“Coming up.”

 

When Runway Model set down the glass, I suddenly didn’t feel like talking. The weight of air travel, of the milestone I’d crossed and today’s sad anniversary, burned behind my eyes. They watered as I took the first swallow. I turned on the stool to look around. Ha, I knew it. 

 

“Ash,” I said, walking across the creaking floorboards. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Waiting for you.”

 

“Drinking here alone, that’s what.”

 

“What's wrong with that?”

 

“You can come to my house in Jackson and drink with me. Wouldn't that be nicer?”

 

He laughed. “Not necessarily. Besides, too long a drive.”

 

“Look, you can stay here and punish yourself for Mom's death all you like. I know what day it is.” 

 

The slap of the men’s room door distracted us from the tension. It was a sad old story with no ending. I smelled Cholo’s Irish Spring soap behind me. I turned, my left arm involuntarily reaching for him, tugging the frayed edge of his Carhartt jacket. 

 

“Well.” I stood back a ways. “You two got real chummy in the one day I left town.” They were looking sideways at each other in some silent communication. Ranchers at a bar in the middle of the afternoon; it didn’t make sense. “What’s the deal?” 

 

Cholo nodded. “You’d better sit down.”


༺ WHO WILL LOVE IT ༻

 

The Weight of Cold Things should appeal most strongly to thriller readers who like investigations with several layers operating at once: a missing sheriff, a dead petroleum geologist, unexplained fires, family secrets, and a covert program whose history reaches back decades. Gree is also carrying enough personal history into the case that readers who prefer psychologically complicated investigators have more to follow than the mechanics of the conspiracy alone. 

 

The novel’s combination of Wyoming ranch life, Arctic oil country, law enforcement, fringe operations, and buried institutional secrets also makes it a natural fit for those drawn to neo-Westerns and conspiracy fiction. The tour describes the blend as Yellowstone meeting The X-Files, which captures the unusual territory Towles is working in: grounded family and regional tensions pushed into a mystery that keeps widening beyond the local case.


༺ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ༻

Lisa Towles believes stories hold the world together - and the best ones expose what we hide even from ourselves. She builds that belief into her main characters - Mari Ellwyn, Angus Mariner, Kurt Farin - each one drowning in dark secrets, running from unthinkable truths. The award-winning author of 14 mystery thrillers, her books pull readers into worlds of global espionage, fringe technology, and shadow governments. Her titles include Terror Bay (NYC Big Book Award), Codex (BookFest First Place), The Ridders (American Fiction Award), and her E&A Series thrillers Hot House and Salt Island both reached Amazon Kindle #1 Bestseller. 

 

Her next thriller, The Weight of Cold Things - described as Yellowstone meets The X-Files - publishes in August 2026. When she's not writing, she interviews authors on her Story Impact Podcast and coaches writers on how to be visible and memorable to readers. Follow her to get notified of new releases.


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Cold is doing more than setting the atmosphere in The Weight of Cold Things. It preserves what has been hidden, hardens grief, and turns Deadhorse into the kind of place where the past can remain untouched for years—until Gree starts asking the wrong questions. Her search for Peter Barrett keeps circling back to AJ, her family, and a history she has spent considerable energy trying not to examine too closely. 

 

Gree is not arriving in Alaska as a detached investigator. She is already grieving, angry, suspicious, and carrying unfinished business from Wyoming. That makes the conspiracy personal before she even understands its scale. Readers who like their thrillers grounded in character as much as danger may find that tension—between the case she is pursuing and everything she would rather leave buried—one of the strongest reasons to follow her north.



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Christian Living Spotlight: Selling God's Way by Michael Hamer

Sales advice often concentrates on technique: how to find prospects, ask better questions, overcome objections, and close the deal. Michael P. Hamer approaches those same professional responsibilities from a different starting point in Selling God’s Way: Maximize Your Income And Business Relationships. Drawing on a sales career that began in childhood and eventually included nearly three decades in Washington, DC radio and television advertising, Hamer connects the practical mechanics of selling with biblical principles, service, and the way business relationships are treated long after a transaction is complete.


Maximize Your Income And Business Relationships

Business / Economics / Christian Living

Date Published: June 16, 2026

Publisher: Lucid Books Publishing

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Selling God’s Way is a book that explains how to apply biblical principles to all aspects of professional selling: Prospecting, Questioning, Presenting, Closing, Servicing, and Handling Objections. Filled with biblical scripture and stories, the book presents the best way for any salesperson to maximize their income and business relationships, regardless of religion. Many people all over the world, and throughout all of time, believe that biblical wisdom remains the most valuable forever.


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Hamer organizes Selling God’s Way around the actual stages of professional selling rather than treating faith and business as separate subjects. Prospecting, questioning, presenting, closing, servicing, and handling objections each become places to consider not only effectiveness, but conduct. That structure gives the book a practical focus: the biblical principles are being applied to recognizable situations salespeople encounter in their work. 

 

His emphasis on relationships is equally important. After years in advertising sales and sales management, Hamer became concerned by what he saw as a decline in service-minded behavior and people-centered priorities in business. The result is a sales philosophy concerned with how business is done as well as what it produces. Readers interested in ethical selling, Christian approaches to business, or a relationship-centered alternative to purely transactional sales methods will find that distinction central to the book.


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Selling God’s Way is aimed most directly at people whose work involves selling, particularly those who want their professional methods to reflect biblical principles rather than treating faith as something separate from the workday. Sales representatives and managers can approach the book through its attention to specific parts of the sales process, while Christian business owners may be drawn to its larger concern with service and relationships. 

 

Hamer also states that the book is intended to be useful regardless of a reader’s religion, so its audience is not limited to explicitly Christian workplaces. Someone interested in ethical sales practices, long-term business relationships, and a less transactional understanding of success may find the author’s perspective worth considering even when approaching the biblical material from outside his faith tradition.


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Michael P. Hamer is a lifelong salesperson whose journey in selling began at the age of seven on the streets of Gary, Indiana, where he sold eggs with his grandfather, a deeply religious man who helped shape Michael’s values and work ethic. Throughout high school and college, Michael continued honing his sales skills, selling products typical of his peers, books door-to-door in Los Angeles, and advertising space at a theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts. 

 

Michael graduated from Boston University with a degree in communications, concentrating in advertising and marketing. Following graduation, he spent nearly three decades in advertising sales within the radio and television industries in the Washington, DC market. Over the years, he held a wide range of leadership roles, including Account Executive and General Sales Manager. 

 

In his final media position, Michael served as Sales Manager for WAVA Radio, a Christian teaching and talk radio station. Throughout his career, he earned numerous awards and recognition for both sales performance and management excellence. Despite his success, Michael observed a growing lack of service-minded behavior and people-centered priorities in business. Motivated by his love for salespeople and his deep commitment to God’s Word, he wrote Selling God’s Way to offer a faith-based approach to ethical selling that strengthens relationships, reduces stress, and aligns business success with biblical principles.


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What distinguishes Selling God’s Way is the decision to bring questions of faith and ethics directly into the mechanics of selling. Hamer does not leave those ideas at the level of general business philosophy; he connects them to prospecting, questioning, presenting, closing, servicing, and objections—the points where a salesperson’s priorities become visible in actual interactions with customers. 

 

His long career in sales gives that discussion an additional layer. The concern behind the book is not simply how to earn more, but how professional success and stronger business relationships might develop together rather than at one another’s expense. For readers examining the role faith, service, and personal values play in their working lives, that is the conversation at the heart of Hamer’s approach.



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