Wednesday, February 10, 2016

What a deal…

Some great news

Geared for the Grave, eBook,
Feb 8 to Feb 21
Discounted to $1.99

               click for:      Kindle            Nook            Kobo

To celebrate I’m giving the two pets in the series the floor…

Bambino and Cleveland here…I’m the adorable black furball and Cleveland is the one on the pillow. We are here on Mackinac Island in a bike shop owned by Rudy .

 Mackinac Island is one of those places stuck in time. Fact is it’s like the 1800s with no cars. Everything is horses and bikes. And there are parades for the tourists we call fudgies ‘caue they eat so much fudge.  Oink!

The parades have bands and music and famous people like George Washington, Betsy Ross…you get the picture. Well, Rudy takes on the character of Mark Twain and Twain had cats named Cleveland and Bambino.  Of course the two of us are much cuter than the original Cleveland and Bambino.

We hang out a lot on the pool table in the bike shop. I know, what is a pool table doing with bikes well it’s only here in the summer months when the fudges are in town crowding up the place.

In the winter the table is at the Mustang Lounge the watering hole for locals. When the snow’s falling…and it sure does fall here on the island…the locals who stay all winter congregate at the Stang, drink beer, eat fried green beans and shoot pool.

 When the fudgies come back in the summer the Stang is so busy they have to move the pool table up here to Rudy’s Rides to make room. We  have a parade moving the pool table with crossed cue sticks, a band and lots of beer.

There’s always something going on at Rudy’s Rides and this time it’s Evie Bloomfield helping Rudy run the place ‘cause Rudy broke his leg. She’s trying to hide the fact that she can’t even ride a bike but the scrapes on her knees and elbows are a dead give away.

And speaking of dead...yeah we got that too. Bunny the pain in the tail busybody around town wound up dead as a mackerel. At first it looked like a biking accident but I got a bad feeling in my whiskers about
that. Something looks fishy…did someone say fish?

I got to go. It’s dinner time or maybe lunch time. It’s some time to eat and that’s pretty much all the time for me and if I don’t hurry that fat-butt Cleveland will gobble everything up. 

Come visit me and Cleveland this summer. It’s shaping up to be another crazy
summer on Mackinac Island. 

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