Doctored, the book on tape

Doctored

Well, we’ve started the process over at Shadoe Publishing of getting my best-selling book Doctored out as a book on tape.  Do they even put them on tape anymore?  I guess we could just say a book on Audible because that’s where it’s all at.  I’m really pleased with the audition I got for it and I’ve put this ‘teaser’ up on my website for Doctored.

This is the first of I hope many, we will see what or who comes in to audition for other books I am planning on releasing this way.

The first time I heard a book on tape, I believe was the Harry Potter books.  My sons and I would listen to them as we commuted between our two homes in California (four hours, one way) and many times we would stop in Morro Bay, sit by the rock, and listen to them for an extra hour or so.  Jim Dahl, the recording artist/actor did a brilliant job and his voices, were great.  We all really enjoyed the experience.  The rule was, you had to have read the book first1200px-Harry_Potter_wordmark.svg, or we couldn’t listen to the tapes, and later the discs.  It made for some frantic reading, but it also gave both my boys an appreciation for the books.  My mother, the first time she heard the story read to her this way was charmed by it, and admitted how much she enjoyed the experience.

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My second most memorable time that I listened to an audio recording of a book was The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith, and I only listened to that because the movie Carol was coming out and it was a book about a woman/woman relationship.  Come on, Cate Blanchett?  Who wouldn’t want to watch her?

I hope you will watch this space (my blog), sign up for it and, if you haven’t read the book already, at least go to my website to listen to the clip…maybe even by the Audible recording when it comes out.audible-logo

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Small Town Angel, 2nd edition

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Small towns are notorious for secrets … but what if you bring your secrets with you?

Amy Adams arrives in Northpoint, Wisconsin on a Greyhound bus.  Small towns are well known for not taking to strangers, but THIS stranger decides to stay.

Amy has a look around and to her, it ‘feels’ like home. She rents a cabin in the woods outside of town and proceeds to look for a place to open a store.  Renting to own from one of the locals, she soon finds herself making friends and making waves.  She won’t discuss where she is from and has nothing to say about her past.

People are extremely curious. This Southern Belle has them talking.

Abby Shipman, the Chief of Police in this neck of the woods, is intrigued by the decidedly mysterious and straight redheaded whirlwind that has blown into town. It’s strange that she won’t talk about her past, and she is certainly uncomfortable around Abby … or is it cops in general?

All the links here.Five Star5.0 out of 5 starsLove & Mystery in a Small Town

on August 23, 2016
Amy is a mysterious, but friendly stranger to the folks in tiny Northpoint, Wisconsin when she arrives on a Greyhound bus! She reveals nothing about her previous life when asked!
Abby is the single small town sheriff of Northpoint & she is drawn to Amy, who buys her rundown grandparents store!
This is a sweet little small town romance with the mystery of Amy’s previous life looming over it, threatening their love, that is just beginning to surface!! I have it 5 stars!
on July 22, 2016
This was different kind of story. I did like the storyline of both characters. I kept wondering what was up with Amy. This definitely a book I would recommend.
Adorable read 😊
on September 19, 2015
I just finished this story.Very entertaining.
If this place really exists,I want to go there.
Never heard of the “Thumb ” area of Wisconsin on the Eastern coast but I would like to go there after reading this book.
It was fun getting to know Amy and Abby,Toby and Tabby and oh yeah the kids .Hated to see it end.
on September 18, 2015
K’Anne was absolute perfection with the use of Southern language and innuendo. The attitude of a small backwoods town could not have been more accurate
on September 13, 2015
Really enjoyed this. You literally sit through halfway to three quarters of it going what on earth is in her past… I really liked Amy/Angel’s character. Well written. But it’s K’Anne so you know it’s going to be good 🙂
on September 23, 2015
Another superior book by K’Anne Meinel. From the first page to the last you are keep guessing as to what is going to happen between our two main characters Amy and Abby. You understand the confusion in Amy’s mind regarding relationships and as you continue to read the story mush of her past life is revealed and her reason for running is so apparent. At the end you are exhausted but ecstatically happy with the ending.

This book is one of Miss Meinel’s best in a long line of great reads. Small Town Angel is a story that is so believable that you actually picture yourself as part of the story. once you start this book you will not want to put it down to do the dishes, laundry, put the kids to bed or go to bed yourself. From cover to cover this is full of excitement, love and suspense. Thanks K’Anne for another of your great imaginative stories.

on April 13, 2016
This is a well-paced story with lovely characters. I found myself rooting for the two protagonists to get together – the writing hinting that they found each other attractive was tender and believable. You get the sense that there are secrets to be revealed, and when these gradually come out they are worth the wait, and then further twists at the end had me gripped til the last page!
on January 31, 2016
I really enjoyed this book, it kept me engaged from beginning to end. I recommend this book. It almost made me want to move to Wisconsin… almost …
on November 24, 2015
the story was amazing and fun to read. I loved the fact that she overcame so many obstacles to be herself. as an avid reader I like stories that are believable. this one is. The story line is easy to follow and the story is a book you read in one sitting.
I’d recommend this to a friend.

Malice Masterpieces 3, 2nd edition

Malice Masterpieces 3 Books Eleven through Fifteen

I am pleased to announce that the newly edited (and sometimes updated) Malice Masterpieces 3 is done!  This includes books eleven through fifteen.  Each of those novellas are also updated and I’ve even released paperbacks for those who collect them.  Personally, I love the smell of a paperback over an e-book, but hey, that’s just me!

 

Click on the picture to be taken to my website so you can order your own e-book, in the various formats, or a paperback.  I can even sign the paperback and send it out to you!  There are actually two sizes of paperbacks available for your reading pleasure, both 6×9 which is a standard paperback and then the pocket paperback which is 4.25×7.  Why two sized paperbacks?  A 6×9″ paperback is the standard, but remember those ones at the checkout that fit comfortably in your pocket?  Those were sized 4.25×7″ and that’s why I made two sizes.  They are priced the same, and have the same content.

I’m also thrilled to announce that these are the LAST of the Malice books that needed to be re-released as all of them have now been edited.

Yes, I AM working on Malice #23 and here is a sneak peak at the cover:

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Thank you for following!

Recombinant Love ~ A Review

‘Recombinant Love’ is a fantastic science fiction novel, an adventure not just in terms of storyline but also in character development. It is an epic love story between two very different women from very different times. Ryley Graham disappears from 2015 and wakes up 500 years later. As she struggles to adjust to her […]

via Review of ‘Recombinant Love’ by K’Anne Meinel — Kitty Kat’s Book Review Blog

Break a leg! Happy Birthday~

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Break a leg, this usually means good luck, at least when you say it to an actor/actress before they go on stage.  No one knows where the phrase comes from, and I did look for it before writing this blog.

I was unfortunate to actually break my leg, on all days…my son’s eighteenth birthday!  Strangely, I was on a ski hill at the time.  It was sunny, warm, and beautiful.  You could see for miles.  And, I was walking!  I slipped on the hill, went down, heard a sickening crunch, and slid down on my back into this little gully.  It took them a very long time to find me.  I saw skiers going by on the hill, fast, and they didn’t hear my shouts.  By the time someone came along, I was all cried out.  Not just the pain, but feeling sorry for myself.  I had a lot to think about as I lay there.  I did try to get back up the hill.  My cell phone was in the little hut on the ski-hill, as was my walkie-talkie, and a phone to reach help.  You see, I was working there part-time and I thought it would be fun.  It was.  The bonus was that you could ski for free.  That weekend I was to receive my first lesson…that never happened.

One of the things in my job was to watch for skiers, accidents, all sorts of things that can go wrong when you have those lifts.  People do really stupid things on snow and ice, much less skis.  One of them wiped out my snow fences and I was going down to fix them when I slipped and fell.  I accidentally pressed the emergency button instead of merely the stop button when he did that.  So, I had extra time to fix them, after I apologized to everyone on the line because an emergency stop required extra steps.  Well, they aren’t to restart the lift until everyone responds…I couldn’t respond, I was already down in the gully with my broken leg.  I knew it was broken too, I’d heard, and felt, the crunch.  It was really gross.  There was no doubt in my mind that I had broken it, even though I’d never broken anything before (that I knew) in my life.  It leads to a lot of introspection as you lay there, wondering if, or when, someone is going to find you.

They weren’t to start the ski-lift until everyone checked in, each booth, but after buzzing my booth several times, I could hear it, they must have given up on me and started it back up.  That was good for me as people getting off the lift at my station might actually see me.  Those going on up the hill above me wouldn’t be able to see me, that was the black diamond area.  Those who don’t know what that is, it’s the more difficult part of the hill and only for experienced skiers.  Below me was the bunny slope, perfect for beginners and children.  Lucky for me a woman got off and asked if she could help.  I immediately said yes and told her what had happened.  Just then I could hear someone above us and I called to them.  They looked over the edge and I told them to tell someone at the top of the lift when they got up there that the operator had fallen and broken her leg, to send someone.  The woman who had first stopped stayed with me.  I’d started to shake, not only from the cold, but from shock as it began to set in.  I’d been there a while.

I saw the supervisor show up on a snowmobile, he asked me if I was okay.  I replied through gritted teeth.  I did try to keep my sense of humor and not be sarcastic.  I was in a lot of pain.  Ski-patrol arrived next and assessed me, put me in a basket to get me down the hill since I obviously couldn’t ride on the back of a snowmobile, and strapped me in.  I felt every single bump on the way down that mountain.  Then, when I arrived at the ski-patrol lodge, they nearly dropped me as they lifted me to put me on a gurney.  I don’t look my weight (thank god) and I’m solidly built.  They were surprised and I nearly panicked as they jostled me.  The pain was something else.  One idiot tried to do something with my leg, at the ankle where I had broken it.  I threatened to slug him as he was causing me unnecessary pain.  He looked alarmed at my very credible threat and they exchanged glances.  They left my ankle alone after that.  To this day I’m certain they were digging in their finger/thumb to see if I was faking it.  Then, they left me lay for a long time on the gurney as we waited for an ambulance.  I got to choose which hospital to go to.  Since I lived not far from a brand-new facility, I chose that one.

As I lay there something about the date was niggling at my consciousness.  I stared at the clock, watching the time tick by.  By then I was becoming confused, a bit weird in the head from the pain, and tired…but certainly not enough to sleep.  It was then that I realized that eighteen years previously, at about that time, I had gone into labor with my son Christopher (Chip).  It was weird to realize that as I recalled the details.  I couldn’t share it with anyone but I tried, they looked at me as though I’d flipped out.  Ah well.

The ride to the hospital was painful too.  It seemed to take forever as they drove along the highways.

At the hospital they gave me something for the pain, only after they gave me narcotics did they test me for drugs, um, duh!  That is not how you do it when it’s a work-related injury!  That is also how I found out I have a reaction to narcotics.  Apparently, I can projectile vomit when I take them.  Not everyone has this delightful ability and I don’t recommend it in the least.

The guy who took my x-rays looked younger than Doogie Howser (remember that show)?  I kid you not, I asked him how old he was, I don’t remember now, but I do remember him laughing because apparently, he got that a lot.  He confirmed the break.  I do remember swearing when he did so.  Apparently, I had a spiral fracture.  That means where it broke it went up my leg and came back down.  Ouch!  They prescribed Oxy something for me…another narcotic that would make me ill (but, I didn’t know that then).

That was when they ‘allowed’ me to call my girlfriend.  Now my girlfriend at the time was down at the ranch riding horses with her girls.  The reception down there was notoriously horrible for cell phones, dropped calls, and basically crappy.  Fortunately for me, I had her number memorized, because, who remembers phone numbers when you have an auto dialer in your phone?  Her youngest daughter answered the phone.  This is sort of the conversation:

J: “Hello?”

Me: “J, this is not a joke, get your mom.  I’ve broken my leg and I’m in the emergency room.”  Now, we’d had this standing joke about me working at the ski-hill and breaking my leg so that’s why I prefaced it with, this is not a joke!

J goes running down the hill at the ranch screaming, “MOM!” and I hear the phone click, disconnected.

Shaking my head, I knew what had happened and considered calling my sister-in-law but she’s not good in certain situations and I really didn’t even want her to know.  Fortunately for me, my girlfriend at the time, we’ll call her K, knew I wouldn’t joke about something like the emergency room.  She also tried to call back and got the hospital, they wouldn’t put her call through since she wasn’t family.  She decided to take her girls home and come to the hospital.

By the time she showed up, I was so loopy it was hilarious.  I tend to get funnier at those points.  She was not amused.  Helping me get up into her Expedition was a lark as I always had to climb up into the big SUV.  It wasn’t easy that time, especially with a wrapped leg.  They couldn’t put a cast on it since it was swelling.  The drugs they gave me were making me nauseous.  She drove me, not home like I expected, but to her house.  I had to crawl inside, using the crutches up her stairs didn’t work.  Damn, that hurt.  I managed to get up again and to her easy chair, my leg up in the air.  I almost immediately asked for a vomit bag, I must have vomited a gallon.  K is a sympathetic vomiter and grossing out, she left the room.

I called my son, someone had gone up and gotten my things from the ski-shack and gave me them which was a good thing since I needed my cell-phone.  I asked him to go pick up my jacket and return the one I’d worn on the hill.  They supplied those things.  His girlfriend at the time was not happy. She thought I deliberately ruined their dinner together on his birthday.  Happy birthday Chip, it’s a broken leg for your mom.  I mean really, who would do that?  The good thing for him was that he got to drive my SUV for those weeks I wasn’t using it.

I was hopping into my girlfriend’s kitchen one day on my crutches, slipped on water, and bumped my leg.  They had to do surgery on that.  One plate, seven screws, and they told me in eight weeks I’d get the cast off.  They lied.  It took eighteen.  Even then it took me about eight months before I could walk fairly normal.  I still can’t run without looking like I’m spastic or something, but, that could just be my age, or me.  Two years later, I couldn’t move my toes so they removed the hardware from my leg.  It’s a lot better without it.  They said the titanium wouldn’t set off the alarms at the airport, but I never got to test that theory out…and I wanted to.

I got all sorts of casts, red ones, orange ones, but my favorite, which I still have glows in the dark.  Pictured above.  How cool is that?  I thought maybe to make it into a lamp like the one they had in that movie.

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So, break a leg means a whole lot of different to me…definitely NOT good luck!

So, on this, my oldest son’s thirtieth birthday (damn, how’d he get to be that old!?!?), I’m remembering one of his more memorable birthdays…Happy birthday Chip, love Mom.i-found-an-old-baby-photo-30th-birthday-meme

Btw, I’m 30 too (with a few years of experience, after all, wasn’t I about 7 when you were born)?  This should be interesting, being the same age as my firstborn!

Interview on The Author’s Show

HostPodcastHey, I was fortunate enough to be interviewed by Linda Thompson over at The Author’s Show.  The broadcast is ONLY going to be up for 24 hours on Wednesday January 10!  Please tune in for it!