A Special Soul Passed On

Last nite I lost a precious thing. My dear friend Sharon Donovan. Sharon had a zest for life. Her heart was so big it got damaged. I like to think it's because the love just was too much for it. She came into my life at time when I needed her. Like a bright light that gave me hope and courage. For no one had the courage my friend Sharon had.
It was a thrill when Lyn contacted me and told me they wanted me on their blog. Me? Why me? I had a feeling come over me that I will treasure forever. They liked me for who I am. Because in the past I have had a lack of self confidence and they wanted me! Of all the people they could have asked they asked me!
It was a defining moment for me. Our friendship bloomed. I tend to get a little crazy and Sharon would guide me right back into sense. No Mary, I don't think you should have a centaur drop me into a pile of horse manure. Thanks. As she proceeded to shove my face into a punch-bowl on the Author Roast and Toast Blogspot. She was part of the concept which began with her friend Lulu. Sharon went on to other things, she had a bit of an imp in her and murder just didn't fit into the Inspirational Genre. No matter what she wrote she wrote with all she had in her. She was a writer who could grab you into a story and you had to fight to remember the time once you started one.
She created the popular character Oliver whose existence became her exclusive right. Generously she made Oliver a famous part of the AR&T blog and as long as it's alive I think Oliver will be alive too. But that is a decision for her family.
Sharon had been blind from type I diabetes. It set her back, it took away her dreams of a family and yet she came back with a vengeance. She took a course so that she could learn to use her software and write. Despite having to give up her first love of painting, she didn't give up. She truly had the soul of an a talent. I can imagine what she would have accomplished given more time. And yet I shake my head with amazement at what she had already done. She told it like she saw it. Her story about her struggle is a touching piece of work that just blew me away.
When I felt sorry for myself she would cheer me. How guilty I feel for even complaining to her when she had to carry her heart in a  heavy bag. I never imagined that a tiny person, less then a hundred pounds, could have the strength she had to endure the torture she put up with in hopes of being free again.
Her bucket list included a cruise with the FRW chapter. She was two months from it when she had her first heart attack. Despite a small stroke which made her unable to type with both hands, she continued to push out stories and blogs and emails and...unbelievable. She loved her family, she loved Roses, she loved life.
How do you sum up Sharon Donovan in just a blurb. She was a woman who never let life's problems stop her from anything. She had it, that special thing that made her inspire people to be happy. She really cared. She really did.
So I am gonna remember the girl who kept throwing me into the punch bowl or worse, and I loved every second of it.

Smile and Pray for Sharon Donovan

I would like to ask everyone to pray for Sharon Donovan, author, heart patient, diabetic, and on her way to open heart surgery. They are going to remove the artificial heart and start her own healed heart. She needs prayer, vibes, whatever you send to the cosmos! She's very special...

Sign over a Gynecologist's Office: "Dr. Jones, at your cervix." ************************** In a Podiatrist's office: "Time wounds all heels." ************************** On a Septic Tank Truck: Yesterday's Meals on Wheels ************************** At a Proctologist's door: "To expedite your visit, please back in." ************************** At an Optometrist's Office: "If you don't see what you're looking for, You've come to the right place." ************************** On a Plumber's truck: "We repair what your husband fixed." ************************** On another Plumber's truck: "Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber." ************************** On a Church's Billboard: "7 days without God makes one weak." ************************** At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee : "Invite us to your next blowout." ************************** At a Towing company: "We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows." ************************** On an Electrician's truck: "Let us remove your shorts." ************************** In a Non-smoking Area: "If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action." ************************** On a Maternity Room door: "Push. Push. Push." ************************** On a Taxidermist's window: "We really know our stuff." ************************** On a Fence: "Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!" ************************** At a Car Dealership: "The best way to get back on your feet - Miss a car payment." ************************** Outside a Muffler Shop: "No appointment necessary. We hear you coming." ************************** In a Veterinarian's waiting room: "Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!" ************************** At the Electric Company "We would be delighted if you send in your payment. However, if you don't, you will be." ************************** In a Restaurant window: "Don't stand there and be hungry; Come on in and get fed up." ************************** In the front yard of a Funeral Home: "Drive carefully. We'll wait." ************************** At a Propane Filling Station: "Thank heaven for little grills." ************************** And don't forget the sign at a CHICAGO RADIATOR SHOP: "Best place in town to take a leak." ************************** Sign on the back of another Septic Tank Truck: "Caution - This Truck is full of Political Promises"

Sharon Donovan Rocks The Publishing World with 'Her Biggest Fan'

My good friend Sharon Donovan is not able to promote her new release, 'Her Biggest Fan', is released today. Sharon cannot promote her book due to illness and I want the world to know how wonderful a story she has created. I say created, because her mind just amazes me, she can do it all! Well let her book speak for itself!

HER BIGGEST FAN - release date 24th September 2010

From the shadows of the woods, he keeps vigil. The stage is set to drive the pretty little princess insane. He’s coming for her. And when he catches her, he’ll pounce on her like the big bad wolf.
After receiving a disturbing fan letter, New York Times best-selling author Tess Kincaid flees to the New England home she’s inherited following her father’s death. The manor has been tainted, every room staged to resemble the way it was in its glory days. However when Tess calls the police, the chilling props vanish into thin air.
Ruggedly handsome Sheriff Mike Andretti is called to investigate the reported burning candles, dancing gargoyles and otherworldly events. When he discovers no trace of the eerie setting, he finds himself caught between duty and desire. Is the woman with the bewitching green eyes delusional or is this a trap of twisted wit set by a demented fan?
(Pages 278) Sensual
ISBN: 1-60154-813-3
Excerpt:

Cool air drifted out of the ballroom, carrying the scent of burning candles and cigarettes. Music floated through the corridor, the seductive undertone hauntingly familiar. The music was hypnotic, mesmerizing. Tess could barely think over the loud beat of her heart.
Every sense screamed to beware. She was about to come face-to-face with her stalker, her biggest fan. But over the hammering of her heart and accelerated senses, her will to put an end to this deadly game prevailed. She had to face him, find out who was behind this bizarre masquerade. Anticipation mounting, she made the turn at the end of the corridor and came to a riveting halt.
A female wax gargoyle stood in the doorway, long blonde hair billowing in the breeze. Her glass eyes shimmered with madness, an eerie smile on her face. In one hand, she held a mission bell, the other reaching out for a candle.
Music played from the old phonograph, the plucking of guitar strings laced with seduction. A breeze blew in through open terrace doors, stirring the sweet scent of jasmine from the candelabras.
Two wax nymphs stood at the bar, glass eyes shining bright in the candlelight, pliable fingers wrapped around flutes of pink champagne. Lit cigarettes burned in ashtrays. From behind the bar, a winged monster served drinks.
In the center of the ballroom, two gargoyles held a pose as if they were dancing, their waxy bodies closely pressed together, their reflections glowing in the mirrored ceiling. From the old phonograph in the corner, the hypnotic music played.
Tess gasped, her hand clasping her mouth. “Oh, my God!”
Mike raised his gun, circled the room. “Come out with your hands up. Hancock County Sheriff. Put your hands where I can see them.
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Sharon's book is well worth reading. I can't stand the suspense!
Get better and sell a million!
Love you Sharon!!!




Friends do that you know!

Sharon Donovan and Mask of the Betrayer

MASK OF THE BETRAYER

Sharon Donovan

AVAILABLE NOW!

Whimsical Publications, LLC


Fiction-Psychological thriller/suspense Whimsical Publications, LLC/paperback 282 pages April 2010 $13.95
ISBN-13: 978-1-936167-06-7

When the whispers in the night, the whispers of her lover, are the whispers of a killer, will Margot escape before she becomes the next victim? Deep in the foothills of Red Rock Canyon, a serial killer stalks. He leaves his signature—a skull mask on the corpse. But when the homicide cop realizes the crimes are the reenactment of a case never solved ten years ago--all fingers point to Michael DeVeccio. And when Margot realizes she is married to the killer, her life becomes a living nightmare. Suspecting her affair with Carlos, he had surveillance equipment installed all over the mansion. Once he showed her the very graphic video of her and his uncle going at it in the satin-lined coffin, he’d used it to his advantage. Michael suspected his uncle knew more about his parents’ accident than he’d let on, but couldn’t prove a thing. Desperate to uncover the truth, Michael blackmailed Candace into getting Carlos to confess on tape. If she failed, she’d be killed. Stuck between a rock and a hard spot, Candace had done things to the old coot that disgusted even her. But those things had made the old man sing like a canary and the taped confession had saved her life. After her mission was a done deal, Michael kicked her out of Vegas and told her if she ever returned, he would rip her lungs out. Reaching Carlos DeVeccio’s bedroom, she got a little thrill as old memories surfaced. Just a few more seconds and she’d fall into the arms of her lover. She smiled to herself. She had returned to Vegas for a reason. She was flat broke. But after tonight, Michael would be her ticket back into the world of luxury. Then she’d be mistress of the manor once more. And more to the point, she’d have access to his billion dollar bank roll. With a devious smile, she pushed her way through the heavy mahogany door. Crossing the threshold, she entered the house of horrors. Carlos DeVeccio had been a real nut, one straight out of the books. But with her fetish for face masks, she loved his collection and had often come into his wing just to admire them. What a thrill it had been to have sex in the coffin, howling along with the werewolf. Some might think it a bit kinky, but they didn’t know what they were missing. Calling out to her lover, her pulse quickened a beat. “Michael? Are you here yet, darling?”  That’s when she heard it, manic laughter from the final circle of hell. A slither of fear trickled down her spine, releasing a wild rush of adrenaline. Carlos? She thought about the death of Lacy Diamond. Two Ninja assassinations were no coincidence. Sensing danger, she felt for her sword. It was gone. Panic soared through her. Where the hell was it? The laughter got louder and louder, moving in closer and closer. It seemed to be bouncing off the walls. She couldn’t tell from which direction it was coming. Just then, the bell in the tower gonged, thundering off the walls like canon balls. Instinctively,she covered her ears with her hands. Where the hell was Michael? Evil eyes from the face masks followed her every move. She had to escape this hell before it was too late. She couldn’t think over the gonging of the bell. Every few seconds, the werewolf howled at the moon. She screamed, even though she knew no one would ever hear her. Floundering in wild disarray, disoriented by the darkness and relentless gonging, she searched in vain for the door. Her arms swam in mid-air, like a person drowning, desperate for an anchor, something to hold onto. She reached out and grabbed at nothing. She had to find a way out of this mausoleum of the living dead before it was too late. Where the hell was Michael? The laughter got closer. Perspiration drenched her skin. The chilling laughter echoed in her ears, louder and louder, closer and closer. The bell in the bell tower broke through the thin filament of sanity she had left. The werewolf open his mouth and howled at the moon. Where was Michael? He’d know what to do. He was a master swordsman. His fencing skills were extraordinary. He could wield a Ninja star with his eyes closed and hit the mark. Where was he? Blood thundered in her ears, but not loud enough to block out the manic laughter. It was close but she couldn’t see a thing. She wished she had her sword. She turned to run; it was too late. She heard a distinct click. The killer had just depressed the button on her Zorro sword, releasing the thirty-seven inch blade. His psychotic laughter reached an ear-splitting crescendo just as the bell in the tower gonged out its last chime. From the dark shadows, Valentino pounced, her Zorro sword gleaming in the moonlight. “Surprise!” he thrust the sword into her heart. “I promised to make you scream, darling Candace. Let me hear you scream.”

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