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Free Two Headed Snake of Key West

cover key west      First chance to get a FREE Amazon kindle copy of Two Headed Snake of Key West, the third Liz Adams Mystery from May 16-18, 2014.  Download at http://www.amazon.com/Headed-Snake-West-Adams-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B00I47OSEK/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1400200376&sr=1-1&keywords=two+headed+snake+of+key+west

If you review it on Amazon by June 14, 2014, I will give you a free kindle copy of your choice-  Murder in Mystic or Murder in Newport.  Just fill in the contact information below when the review is posted. 

Happy Reading!

 

 

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First chance to get a FREE Amazon kindle copy of Two Headed Snake of Key West, the third Liz Adams Mystery from May 16-18. Mark it on your calendar!

If you review it on Amazon, I will give you a free kindle copy of your choice-  Murder in Mystic or Murder in Newport.  Just fill in the contact information below when the review is posted.  Happy Reading!

Time for Summer thoughts and Garret’s Famous Key Lime Margarita

Fresh squeezed juice of 6 Key Limes

1 jigger of silver tequila

1 jigger of Triple Sec

1 jigger of Rose’s lime juice

Shake vigorously.  Pour over ice.

Float ½ jigger of Grand Marnier on top

Enjoy!  Repeat as needed!

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Two Heads

“There was a huge, black snake with two heads.  It was so large that it could swallow a man whole.  The heads began to squabble over who was going to eat him.  Then I woke up.”

Liz Adams experienced uncontrollable feelings that warned of danger.  Her husband, Garret, hated the toll each episode levied and trusted her gut.

Living their dream, Liz and Garret sailed their 36 foot sailboat, Sloopy, from Mystic Connecticut to Key West, Florida, arriving at sunset.  The fiery orb melted across the horizon, cannons rumbled, cheers resounded and the partying commenced.  While out on the town, the cruising couple stumbled upon Jonathan, a friend from home.  That night, the dreams started.  Jonathan was in danger.

Runaway wife, possessive husband, predator, the mob, priest, bartender and cruising couple collided at the southernmost tip of the Florida Keys.  Greed, power and jealousy caused brittle relationships to snap.

Margaret Wilson, fed up with her inattentive husband, Edward, hopped a plane to Key West, where she met Miguel, captain of Predator, a charter boat.  Ego driven and afraid of confrontation, Edward hired the mob to do his dirty work.  A chased ensued.  The priest provided sanctuary.  Murder rocked the tiny island.  Jonathan discovered the body and was arrested.

Puzzled by her dreams and fragments of psychic messages, Liz snooped for missing pieces to complete the picture and free her friend.  Knowing that his wife hunted like a bloodhound on a scent, Garret had her back to keep her safe.

Two heads of the snake, good and evil, struggled from beginning to end until one was victorious.  Each made a choice and lived with the consequences.

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Finally Here

Two_Headed_Snake_of__Cover_for_Kindle                       Finally!  Long awaited Two Headed Snake of Key West has been published in paperback and kindle format.  Find it on Amazon.  Join me in the celebration with one of Garret’s margaritas.

 

Garret’s Key West Margarita

Fresh squeezed juice of 6 Key Limes

1 jigger of silver tequila

1 jigger of Triple Sec

1 jigger of Rose’s lime juice

Shake vigorously.  Pour over ice.

Float ½ jigger of Grand Marnier on top

Enjoy!  Repeat as needed!

Pot of Gold

Lightening streaked across the western sky.  Whitecaps smashed against Key West’s Sunset Pier. Thunder exploded deep into my bones.  I shuddered, but kept a brave face.   Within minutes it was gone, as quickly as it had come.   Brilliant sunlight replaced the ominous black clouds.  I looked to the East from the safety of my balcony retreat.   A  soft rainbow arch  framed my world.  I thought of the pot of gold waiting for me at the end of the rainbow.    All my dreams would be fulfilled if I had that pot of gold.

How many of us race through life thinking we would be happy if we were thinner, wealthier, smarter or prettier, ignoring  the gifts that are in front of our noses today?  I am guilty of being blind to the beautiful roses at the edge of the deck, turning a deaf ear to the birds’ songs, opting to read a self improvement book instead of throwing the ball for the patient pup at my feet and taking for granted the gourmet meal the my husband created to please me.

My elusive pot of gold is intangible.  It resonates in my soul.  As I strive to learn and grow, I must never forget that with every breath I take, I am living the dream now in the world that I have created.

 

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Key West- A State of Mind

Today I am writing from a hotel room in Key West, Florida.  The air is hot and sticky, the water, an inviting turquoise.  I have been here three days, but feel that I could meld into the landscape, a soul living the dream of creativity and barefoot freedom.

When the Boeing 737 screeched to an abrupt halt on the short runway and taxied to the terminal, I felt that I had arrived home.  The sign read “Welcome to the Conch Republic.”  The words rang true of what the United States was founded on, the beliefs of rugged individuals.  It is a state of mind that I fear has been lost as our nation struggles to find equilibrium.  Technology is taking us to unchartered waters where we marvel at the advances, but fear the loss of privacy.  In search of political correctness, we often change laws for the few, forgetting about the rights of many.

Key West has a mix of culture, race and sexual preference where people live and let live with mutual respect.  The hens run free and the roosters crow of independence.  Tomorrow, I fly back to Connecticut.  Besides the baggage I have carried for sixty-three years, I hope to bring back the flip-flop state of mind.  Long live the Conch Republic!