About the Author:
Carol Preston lives in Middle Tennessee with her husband and young son, works full time in employee benefits, occasionally buys and sells real estate on the side, and she squeezes in a little time to write. Carol has an affinity for telling stories that are somewhat on the dark side. She especially loves developing character dialogue. Trichet is her second novel and for sure will not be her last. In fact, it's certain she has the title to her next book already picked out...
About the Book:
Bushpig
216 pages; 5.5 x 8.5 inches;Perfect Bound, 2007 ISBN: 1-933912-70-7 $15.95 So, how do you handle stress? That's a question you will be asking yourself as you read this book. When do you walk away from a bad situation and when do you dig your heels into the ground, push up your sleeves, and hit it straight on with everything you've got? What if you can't walk away? What if you want to kick your own ass for making a big mess of your life? Bushpig is a story about a couple who purchases an historic house to renovate while they're in the midst of coping with several personal issues. Somehow they believe that it will be the common ground that repairs their crumbling relationship. As the story unfolds, not only does the couple manage the enormous task of remodeling a house that should've been demolished, they also have financial difficulties, marriage troubles, neighbor problems, and they are dealing with the death of a family member. As a result, their lives are turned upside down with stress and grief. They get to the point of madness at times, trying to handle everything that they've brought into themselves. So sit back and allow yourself to imagine being in the same situation. How much self control could you have in similar conditions? How close to the edge can you be pushed? |
About the Book:
Trichet ISBN 978-1-935271-46-8 201 pages, Softcover, $15.95 Trying to make sense of it all, Mary stared at the ceiling. Outside, she heard crickets chirping and smiled a little thinking about Doc calling her "Trichet". For all I know, I imagined that, too. Unable to sleep, she sat up in bed and looked out the window. She made a wish on a star that she would see her friend again someday. She also wished that her brother was dead. |
