Larry Enright

Larry Enright

Friday, March 29, 2013

Now on Nook

Exciting news! All of my books are available on Nook.



FOUR YEARS FROM HOME
    ...one man's reluctant journey of discovery and self-discovery in his search for his lost brother.
Four Years from Home

Genre: Psychological Mystery
Published: October, 2010







A CAPE MAY DIAMOND
    ...a story of life, love, and a thousand year journey.

Genre: Literary Fiction/Mystery
September, 2012







12|21|12 
    ...The world ends for someone every day. One day it will end for everyone.

Genre: Science Fiction/Literary Fiction

Published March, 2012
Amazon Paperback (not available in paperback on B&N)








 A KING IN A COURT OF FOOLS    
...when life was simpler and every day was an adventure.


Genre: Humorous Fiction, Nostalgia
Published September, 2011


BUFFALO NICKEL CHRISTMAS
    ...for anyone who has forgotten the magic of Christmas.

Genre: Christmas story for kids of all ages
Published November, 2011

Saturday, March 23, 2013

A Reading of A Cape May Diamond

It was a pleasant enough afternoon, and I wasn't feeling like writing, so I spent a half hour reading chapter one of "A Cape May Diamond" aloud. I recorded it. One take. No editing. No frills. Just me reading. And yes, I know I messed up in places, but I thought you could use a good laugh.

A CAPE MAY DIAMOND
CHAPTER ONE






"A Cape May Diamond" is available in paperback and on Kindle and Nook. Find it on Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or click this link to see all the "buy" links -> Purchase links

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Free Samples

Ever wish you could read a free sample of a book before you bought it? 



Amazon has a nice feature that allows you to sample freely the first 10% of most books online with your Internet browser. This "try before you buy" feature is available for all of my books. Just click the brownish link beside the book cover (below), and through the magic of the Internet you will be whisked away into my little world of fiction.


Just please come back and let me know what you think!



FOUR YEARS FROM HOME
    ...one man's reluctant journey of discovery and self-discovery in his search for his lost brother.

Four Years from Home
Genre: Psychological Mystery








  

A CAPE MAY DIAMOND
    ...a story of life, love, and a thousand year journey.


Genre: Literary Fiction/Mystery




  






12|21|12 
    ...The world ends for someone every day. One day it will end for everyone.




Genre: Science Fiction/Literary Fiction













 A KING IN A COURT OF FOOLS    
...when life was simpler and every day was an adventure.


Genre: Humorous Fiction, Nostalgia











BUFFALO NICKEL CHRISTMAS
    ...for anyone who has forgotten the magic of Christmas.

Genre: Christmas story for kids of all ages










Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Free Mystery - Thriller Sampler

Eight mystery and thriller authors (including myself) have gotten together to offer you a free eBook sampler of some of their works. There is a Kindle version and an everybody-else version. Pick your poison and sample some of the coolest writing out there today. (I can say this because I am sitting on a block of ice while writing this.)






The authors

Russell Blake is the bestselling author of twenty novels, including the thrillers Fatal Exchange, The Geronimo Breach, Zero Sum, King of Swords, Night of the Assassin, Revenge of the Assassin, Return of the Assassin, Blood of the Assassin, The Delphi Chronicle trilogy, The Voynich Cypher, Silver Justice, JET, JET II - Betrayal, JET III - Vengeance, JET IV - Reckoning, and JET V - Legacy.
His blog can be found at RussellBlake.com where he publishes his periodic thoughts, such as they are.
Douglas Dorow is a thriller writer from Minneapolis Minnesota, the home of many thriller/suspense writers. Is it something in the water or the long, cold winters?
His first thriller is The Ninth District.
He is working on the second in the series featuring FBI Agent, Jack Miller. He has also started another action/adventure series.
You can learn more at DouglasDorow.com



Shawn Hopkins' novels, PROGENY and THE SOLOMON KEY, are speculative action thrillers. PROGENY has been described as, "Dan Brown meets LOST meets Left Behind" while THE SOLOMON KEY is a novel of ancient conspiracy that "makes the DaVinci Code look like a walk in the park."His earlier two novels, Noahic and Even The Elect, are the first editions of PROGENY and THE SOLOMON KEY. His newest novel, A MAN OVERBOARD, is a mystery thriller with a twist of espionage and intrigue He can be found at shawnhopkinsauthor.com


Larry Enright was born to Irish Catholic first-generation immigrants and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His works include: the best seller "Four Years from Home" (2010),"A King in a Court of Fools"(2011), "Buffalo Nickel Christmas" (2011), "12|21|12" (2012), and "A Cape May Diamond" (2012).
Find him at larryenright.net



Helen Hanson writes thrillers about desperate people with a high-tech bent. Hackers. The CIA. Industry titans. Spammers. Guys on sailboats. Mobsters. Their personal maelstroms pit them against unrelenting forces willing to kill. Throughout the journey, they try to find some truth, a little humor, and their humanity -- from either end of the trigger.
While Helen writes about the power-hungry, she genuinely mistrusts anyone who wants to rule the world.
Find her at HelenHanson.com


Jeff Bennington is the author of REUNION, an Amazon #1 bestselling supernatural thriller, and TWISTED VENGEANCE, an Amazon "Customer Top Rated" supernatural thriller. He is also the author of CREEPY, CREEPY 2, and CREEPY 3 a unique paranormal collection that blends true ghost stories with short supernatural tales that will keep you up at night. When Jeff isn't writing, publishing, and blogging, he's busy homeschooling his four children with his wife near Indianapolis, Indiana.
Jeff's latest release (Dec 7, 2012) is CREEPY 3, a killer collection of true ghost stories from around the world, and supernatural short stories from Jeff Bennington, Katie M. John, Jay Krow, and many others. Find him at thewritingbomb.blogspot.com

Libby Fischer Hellmann claims she’s “writing her way around the genre.” With ten novels and twenty short stories published, she has written thrillers, suspense mysteries, historicals, PI novels, amateur sleuth, police procedurals, and even a cozy mystery. At the core of all her stories, however, is a crime or the possibility of one—the more political, the better.
Find her at libbyhellmann.com






Claude Bouchard writes: I was born in Montreal, Canada, where I still reside with my spouse, Joanne. I completed my studies in human resources, accounting and management at McGill University and worked in various management capacities in the fields of HR and finance for a handful of firms for what seemed like decades, because it was. I should also mention I love pizza, but who doesn't and, in my opinion, nothing rocks more than cooking on the grill.





Monday, March 11, 2013

the S.H.E. Anthology

I am happy to host this post from my friend, Cynthia Meyers-Hanson, author of Mom's on the Roof and I Can't Get Her Down. She has put together the S.H.E. anthology in response to what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary. 

What follows is her fascinating story of this book. Enjoy and share!

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A SPECIAL NOTE to the reader:
Each blog about the S.H.E. Anthology has a unique excerpt to keep things fresh.

When I heard about the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School, due to my experiences with many deaths in our small community within a short period of time, I felt that the kids and folks might feel less alienated and alone if they were shown the light at the end of their tunnels. I wanted to find a way to be empower the children and their community while revealing to them a HOPE that things can and do get better. I thought that town might enjoy rhetoric from those kindred spirits.  PLUS, I felt others including health care professionals might enjoy those types of stories.

After pondering a bit, God illuminated my next step. Thinking of three books that I had partial copyrights to, I began compiling that book. Plus, I immediately had the title of an anthology in my mind. By the way, the S.H.E. Anthology is NOT a romance anthology but it was written by all females. In this book, the girls recollected traumas, mostly related to death, that they faced while in elementary school. Their stories reveal their path out of mourning along with many minor miracles that they encountered. Their tales of hope and inspiration are true accounts from those children turned authors. One writer and illustrator is only six; Thai wanted to be a part of empowering children to survive harsh things in life; so, her piece is story number three in this compilation.

The abbreviation ‘S.H.E’ also refers to Sandy Hook Elementary. Isn’t God the best at setting up coincidences?

This book is meant to empower Newton as well as others that read it. We hope that this anthology, also, sheds some new light on grief recovery in the minds of teachers, mental health professionals, and adults handling major life changes. The compilation’s royalties will help charities involved in grief counseling or with mental health issues- especially for children therapies for the types of traumas witnessing massacres produce. For example, one local group ‘New Hope for Kids’ (Orlando) will get some of the profits from this compilation because the group that started this organization helped Stacey over 20 years ago; her story is in the anthology as well as excerpts in my blog @  http://mchanson714.weebly.com/

In the book, The Evans Terrace Girls give their account of what happened when 7 or more parents died within a year or 2 of each other in a small subdivision of about 110 homes. People started saying their land was CURSED. The children heard those rumors about their subdivision and were scared to death. Then, when a neighbor lost her dad to a blood clot after surgery, the kids felt the need to help. When one of the girls heard the rumor that the mourning family ran out of milk, she setup a traditional solution or proverbial lemonade stand. That day, other angels or young children arrived; many of those neighbor kids ran door to door selling half glasses of hot lemonade. They raised enough quarters to buy milk and other perishables. More importantly, they formed a group that became a club and led their neighborhood out of grief. An excerpt from their story follows. 


When we went to the nursing home for Valentine’s Day, it was fun.  While decorating, there were many conversations with patients and staff.  Most of us felt great satisfaction.  It would have been entirely an uplifting experience except for the loneliness we witnessed.
            As the club members strolled giggling and chattering towards the elevator, an elderly man rambled on in Spanish.  He cried out to us.  Then, this patient followed us in his wheelchair to the only elevator.  Luckily, a nursing assistant intercepted his attempt to escape this institution.  The lady explained the situation to us. “He looks for his son to come visit everyday but that doesn’t happen much anymore,” she trailed off. “Sad, this man could use some company because most of us don’t know Spanish.”
            “Awe, he’s so lonely,” Joy blinked back tears as she entered the open elevator.
            “Poor guy,” Mia empathized as well.  “I hope I can visit my mom everyday if she ever is as sick as that guy is.”
            “Yeah,” Ann added.  “We should come back again and visit.”
            Two months passed with that thought haunting some of us.  Since, our group met impromptu and irregularly, we rarely discussed what to do for the patients at that nursing home.  Meanwhile, the club was meandering and having trouble staying together as a group.  In fact, our Vice President, Linda, lost interest right after Easter because her best friend arrived back from North Carolina.   This friend’s mother died in the car accident that kept the girl in a coma and her brother in a body cast for months after their visit with relatives in that state. 
            “This girl could benefit from joining our club; you can ask her to be a member.”  Linda never delivered my invitation.   Instead, she chose to spend her weekends with that pal instead of with our volunteer group. 
            Four months after the lemonade stand, we were faltering due to a lack of meetings to set goals.  The resistance to gathering this way resulted from hectic schedules with no time to devote to a meeting rather than from lack of interest.  Joy, my sister, had an overpowering soccer schedule and so did Nicole.  Ann had synchronized swimming commitments that took much of her spare time.  Meanwhile her sister, Mia, took horseback riding lessons at least twice per week.  Jane was into competitive gymnastics that restricted her leisure time as well.  Linda was just too busy rekindling a friendship. It seemed the only available time was late Sunday afternoons.  Finally, after a period of floundering, the girls met and discussed our future plans as well as electing a new Vice President.
            “Okay,” I began our agenda.  “We need a new leader. Also, a time should be set aside for meetings to be held more regularly.”  My executive ability caused me to set up all our ideas at once. “Finally, a decision on future projects should be made, today, so we can prepare.”
            “I could be the new Vice President,” Ann offered raising her hand shyly or slyly.
            “We have to vote,” our democrat, Nicole reminded us.
            “Are you going to run this time?” I questioned our rule guardian.
            “No,” she answered. I could never figure out if Nicole was afraid she’d lose or just not interested.  Obviously, she was into our right to vote.
            Ann, Jane, and Mia showed interest in this office.  Their speeches didn’t change much from our first elections.  However, Jane didn’t mention her dad’s tragic death made her the obvious choice for leadership.  Since she was the youngest, not one of us really saw her as a contender.  It‘s the politics of youth!   Meanwhile, Ann spoke less of her handwriting skills and more of her leadership ability.  Finally, Mia did her usual speech with less empathy this time.  Therefore, Ann won.
            Next, a good meeting time appeared to be after church and potential activities.  “Every Sunday,” I proclaimed.
            “Every other Sunday,” Our fearless leader or chaperone, mom, interrupted.  This club as well as our other activities consumed her free time.
            “Does that work?” I took the vote by counting nodding heads.  Briefly, it seemed unanimous.
            “Except that I have gymnastics competitions,” Jane added a disclaimer to her nodding head.
            “Soccer,” Nicole and Joy added while still voting affirmatively.
            “Swim meets, what about if I have one?” Ann joined the bandwagon of yes and no votes.
            Frustrated, I barked, “Okay! Okay! Do you guys want to quit the club?”
            “Settle down, Jeannie,” mom warned.  “They are being honest- not mean.  We can work around those occasional activities.”
            “Right!” Added Jane with her usual giggles.  Tossing her dirty blonde hair off her face and shoulders, “We can work around my gymnastics.”
            “Right,” it was unanimously agreed that Sunday was the best possible day as long as it was late in the day.
            “Okay,” I continued the meeting realizing we all wanted this club to work.  “What is our next project?”
            “The nursing home?” Mom reminded us of our desire to return.
            Some of us were graduating elementary school and were in the mood to prance.  Ann mentioned her idea that related to this emotion,” Let’s entertain the residents.  You know, dance and sing.”
            Mia had just finished performing a play for a local civic group, she squealed, “Or do a play!”
            “I’d be too nervous to do a live play,” Nicole objected.
            “Me, too,” Joy demoted Mia’s idea.
            “We could sing, dance, and do a skit,” Ann promoted all the ideas.
            “Let’s tape the play, so we won’t have to do it live.  It would make it easier.” I plugged that idea because Mia and I were attending acting lessons.  The sketch idea appealed to me.
            “Yeah, we could sing and dance live then show a movie as well,” Ann interrupted.
            “What if we mess up while we dance or sing?  Should we tape it all?” Joy, the shy one, timidly inquired.
            “Old people don’t care if you trip and fall.  They love you to sing even off key.  They’ll applaud anything we do,” Ann tried to curb the fears.  “Old folks just love visits from kids.  No matter how bad we perform, they’ll hug us and applaud like we were the best.”
            “She’s right,” Mom laughed.
            “If they have Alzheimer’s, they won’t even remember we messed up,” Jane giggled.  Sad but funny, we all chuckled as our apprehension diminished.
            “Then, it is decided,” I closed our conversation. “We will tape the play and perform the dancing or singing live.”
            “It will take a month to get the recreation director to place your show on the docket,” Mom added.  “We have that amount of time to learn the play and tape it.  Also, to practice the rest of the acts.”
            “Let’s write our own play,” I suggested.  “I’ll write a cool one for us!” My leadership was only surpassed by my desire to act before a camera.
            “Sure,” Ann as well as the rest agreed with me.
            Two weeks later, my mother pulled her dusty, bulky, ‘on its last legs’ VCR camera out.  We went on location to film.  Everyone found it easy to do their parts because I mirrored the play after their real lives.
            Our movies began with a slumber party.  Each one of us dreamed of successful lives and discussed it in this mini drama.  Next, the show jumped ahead a few years.  Guess what?  The movie depicted us attaining those goals.
  
What other minor miracles happened when these angels joined forces with others to make wishes come true?  Read The Evans Terrace Girls or their section in the S.H.E. Anthology.

 The eBook copy of the S.H.E Anthology is available @

The paperback version comes in BLACK & WHITE on AMAZON @
Plus, the S.H.E Anthology is in color paperback format @

as a KINDLE @

in other eBook formats @ SMASHWORDS.com @


So, come on buy to be inspired and help grieving children.
It’s a WIN-WIN.

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Saturday, March 9, 2013

Free for one day - A Cape May Diamond

A Cape May Diamond is FREE today on Kindle, so if you're looking for something different to read, pick up a copy. You don't need a Kindle to read it. The Kindle app works on PCs and iPads, iPhones, etc.


A story of life, love, and a journey of a thousand years…

It was Monday, May 19th, 1975. I’ll never forget that day. The Vietnam War had ended with the fall of Saigon that April, and the world was mired in one of its worst recessions ever. Unemployment in the United States was nearly nine percent, inflation even higher, and leadership lacking. The Watergate scandal had cast a smear across American politics, resulting in Richard Nixon’s resignation in August 1974 to avoid impeachment, and his successor’s immediately pardoning him to close the book on an unhappy chapter in U.S. history.

It was not a good time for anyone and a particularly hard time for the old Victorian town of Cape May. The crown jewel of the New Jersey shore had fallen into neglect and disrepair and was dying a slow death. Once the elegant summer home to presidents and kings, it had become the last refuge of the deposed.

That’s where I met Tom Ryan. Tom was a king, or so he would have you believe, but unlike Richard Nixon, when Tom was dethroned, he wasn’t sent home with a slap on the wrist. He was sent to prison. He was a convicted draft dodger, but one of the lucky ones released early by President Ford as part of his mass clemency after Nixon’s pardon. The problem was, Tom had nowhere to go when he got out, so he took the money his dad mailed to him and spent it on a bus ticket to get as far away as possible to a place where nobody cared who he was or what he had done, a place where nobody cared about anything. That place was Cape May.

As hard a time as it was for everyone, it was harder for me because that was the day I met Tom Ryan. I should have turned and walked away. I knew it when he first looked at me, but I didn’t, not my first mistake, but one that would make Monday, May 19th, 1975 the hardest day of my life. 

This is the story of how Tom Ryan and I met and how things never quite work out the way you think. You might find a love story in here somewhere. You might not. You might find a message hidden in one of the nickel pop bottles collected by the beachcombers from some of the most beautiful white sand beaches in the world. You might even find a little mystery, but life is a mystery, isn’t it?

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