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Told from the view point of 83-year-old Billy, the listener learns of how he recently lost his life-long partner, Cat. Are Violet and Cat one in the same person? Writing from his memory of the events in 1954, Billy sits in his cottage at Grizzly Pointe Senior Living on the day of the Summer Solstice of 2025, managing to craft a story that took place 71 years before while he has a hard time remembering what he ate that morning or if he ate at all. And then, one by one, his three children and 17 grandchildren start checking on him.

Sky Deakins doesn’t believe that her husband committed suicide; however, to get to the truth she may have to reveal a secret that she’s kept close to her heart for 23 years, 22 of which she has been a widow. It’s a secret that she’s thinking she may not want to take to her grave anyway. At 80 years of age, that time may not be far off. And what does the 2016 future senatorial candidate, Dallas Maguire, have to do with any of it? And what about Gracie’s secret? Will Randi Leigh make Parker an uncle? Can Parker and his dad actually become friends?

It's a day like any other, except for the money, and the hot roast beef with mustard, chocolate shake, and hot apple pie at Charlie's. Naomi Wilcox's life is in limbo before that Saturday when she finds herself driving too fast on a two lane blacktop in Nevada, a bag stuffed with bundles of hundred-dollar bills next to her, and a new life ahead. And then there appears a truck, a bull, and a slow-talking cowboy.

Detective Parker DuPont turned in his letter of resignation (he forgot to tell his wife) and is just weeks away from officially hanging his PI shingle when he catches his first case. At first, he thinks it’s a joke being played upon him by a colleague jokester. It is certainly not a joke. Charlie Porter was struck by a golf ball and killed on the sixth fairway of a Riverview, Florida, golf course. Accidental death by golf ball, it is ruled. But there are no witnesses, nor does anyone come forward to fess up to being the individual who hit the ball.

Lester Winters, in the early stages of Alzheimer’s, submits to an experimental procedure (a pacemaker for his brain) to restore his memory. He first recalls a dead woman who, it is assumed by his wife, is his mother from years past. As weeks go by and Lester’s "pacemaker" does its job, he recalls that it is Caroline who is dead, not his mother. His wife decides that it’d be prudent to hire an attorney to help find the answers. The attorney hires Parker DuPont, who soon discovers there is a lot more to Lester’s memory than just a dead woman by the name of Caroline.

In the beginning it was easy and quite lucrative. When wealthy couples, childless and sterile, want to start a family by way of a quiet and private adoption and are willing to spend what it takes, why not help them out? Put together a team and have one of them dress like she belongs, then walk out of the hospital with a newborn tucked in her bag. It worked perfectly in Tampa and then Orlando, followed by Miami a few months later. An easy hundred grand per child split among the four team members.

Imagine recreating the saber-toothed cat for fun? The possibility sounds exciting, but the reality could be nightmarish. Within these pages you are drawn into in a world where man becomes the hunted. It is fast-paced fiction where cats change the rules and people run for their lives. “Tigers in the Wild” and a lucrative fee lure freelance writer, Zechariah Price, into the frozen mountains of Montana. The assignment drops him into a world of Bengal tigers, illegal aliens, prehistoric sabre-toothed cats, psychic premonitions and babies.

Three women in black gaze over the cemetery during Zach’s memorial in Texas and then again later in Montana as they prepare to mix his ashes across Lake Tanya so that the two, Zach and Tanya, can finally be back together. It’s the events in between that have their daughters, Reba and Christi, wondering if they’re on the road to a future as old maid cat sisters. Then Jaxton and Myranda Burchfield knock on their door wanting their help in finding out their origins. Were they several of the cloned babies born in the bowels of Sans Sanssabre in the early '90s?

Parker DuPont is a family man, with a wife, three children, and sister. As happens to many men Parker’s age, he faces the mid-life thing, and decides he wants to hang his own shingle, rather than spend the next 20-plus years as a St. Petersburg police detective. Private investigator sounds very appealing, and so off he goes into the private world to become his own boss. Welcome to his world.

Hieronymus is not only ready to die, he wants to die. It’s his time; however, the laws of Florida forbid him from carrying it out on his own. Self-murder, they label it. How many of the youngsters - a title he freely applies to anyone under the age of 65 - who put their blessings on such a law would change their minds about the whole self-murder thing once they, themselves, come to realize their days are at an end, that there is no point in trying to hold on, that there is no longer a life while certain death hoovers about them like a cold fog?

One might say that CJ Washburn is obsessed with Stella Summers. After all, common sense all but takes flight when she goes missing for a time. How could he not think to check his email or voice mail or not find the note she had left in his apartment? He runs to the scene of a body dump in fear that it is her, possibly the third victim in what appears to be turning into a serial killing rampage. "And this guy calls himself a private investigator?" A private investigator he is, and a good one at that.