Fascinating Friday Feature – Long Unsolved Family Mysteries

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by PS Wells Awarded Mystery Suspense of the Year, Unnatural Cause explores two long-unsolved family mysteries rooted in World War II. My profoundly smart coauthor, Max Garwood, is a patent attorney and inventor. Max pitches brilliant plots to me and I craft a novel from his ten bullet points. Unnatural Cause, the recent book in the Marc Wayne Action-Adventure Series, is equal parts Max’s fiction and my truth. My grandmother was one of ten children who grew up in a small, patriotic burg in the Midwest. When the US entered World War II, her oldest sister’s son, who had been…

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A Chat with Author PeggySue Wells

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Greetings from Sarah Sundin in California! Today I have the joy of interviewing PeggySue Wells, author of numerous nonfiction and fiction books. She’s here to tell us all about her newest novel, The Patent. Welcome, PeggySue! Please tell us about The Patent. As the world teeters on the verge of World War III, the nation that develops a patent attorney’s invention will be militarily invincible in the race for global dominance. When America’s enemies steal the plans and kidnap the inventor, Marc Wayne must escape before his captors realize the invention is theoretical. Or is it? Ooh! That sounds exciting….

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The Write to Expire

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The first day of the writer’s conference, my daughters and I crowded onto the elevator with several other conferees making their way to the morning keynote session. Fifteen-year-old Holly and 17-year-old Leilani were the only teen attendees that year. “I just love to see expiring new writers,” spoke up an elderly lady. She nodded and smiled at my daughters. Of course, she meant to say aspiring. Not expiring. I think. Quick-witted Holly didn’t miss a beat. “You must mean my mom.” During the process of writing 29 of my own books and many titles for clients in addition to countless…

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The Conductor Was Sore Afraid

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Our annual church Christmas pageant gave me the impression the humble barn where Jesus was born was a quiet setting. The Nativity scene was the crowning moment of each extravaganza. Dressed in bed sheets and their fathers’ bathrobes, the children sang Silent Night. Then I moved to the country, got a barn, and had my own birth in the stable. Drought forced a farmer to sell a soft-eyed, pregnant mare.
 “She’s like Mary,” my teens implored. “She needs a place to have her baby.” So this innkeeper found room in our stable. A baby monitor let us hear what happened…

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