FROM THE DESK OF
DONA PENZA TATTLE, ESQ.
AND
ASSOCIATE WRYE BALDERDASH
Greetings,
We are going to step out
of our Tattle and Wrye personas to pay tribute to one of Champagne Books
Group’s fallen heroes, Michael W. Davis. This dear, kind and generous soul,
exemplified what it meant to an honorable man above men. His remarkable writing talent with its clean,
concise and engaging prose attracted many fans, including us. We knew if we sat down to read a Michael W. Davis book, we’d be there
for the duration.
It isn’t often you come
across someone who is so consistent in his devotion to his fellow authors or
his home publisher. CBG is like a home, and everyone a family,
looking out for each other. Mike,
affectionately known as Big Mike, was our big brother, even if we were older
than him. He would shepherd almost every
newbie in the family, and he was never too busy to offer advice, help with
publicity, contribute a blog or article, review a book, or be the Papa Bear on
all literary statistics.
Whenever we needed help,
he was our go-to person. January 9,
2016, we lost Mike to that Big Literary Publisher in Heaven, and mourn that
loss deeply. We offer our condolences to
his family, friends, and all the lives he had touched with his contagious joy,
quiet humor, unconditional help, and consistent care.
To quote Mitch Cuento,
“Sometimes to someone you love you want to say goodbye, but you can't get the
words out. Because in your heart saying goodbye would just be a lie.” We never got that chance to say goodbye, and
are glad for that would indeed be a falsehood.
Mike resides in every word he had ever written, and we will get to see
him again and again when we re-read his blogs, articles and stories. For you, BM, there will never be goodbye, but
one day, we hope to laugh and write with you again, in that other place where
people never have to be apart. In the
meantime, you will miss you.
The following are taken
from previous Tattle and Wrye columns highlighting Michael W. Davis’ books.
FORGOTTEN
CHILDREN
“Nooo!” Tattle screams as horrific images enfold her,
empathy pulling concern.
Without thought to peril, he grabs her, yanking her free
of her predicament.
She prissily pats her brow with a monogrammed
handkerchief that Wrye had provided. “Jump calculations were off. Gracious.”
Tattle places a hand to her throat. “Poor Sara... I have just glimpsed a
traumatic nightmare that she has consistently.”
“Sara?” He takes back the linen hanky, notices the eye
make-up and glares.
“Mark’s wife, his life, his heart. They are the
protagonists of the award winning FORGOTTEN
CHILDREN by Michael W. Davis, Champagne’s Author of the Year.”
Wrye re-slips the linen to Tattle, looks about the rural
seemingly serene town of Lawton, Virginia. “How could such a tranquil
environment induce chronic nightmares?”
"A maze of intrigue." Tattle links her arm in
the crook of his as they walk along, captivated by the vista. “Lethal danger. A
series of deaths. One a former professor.”
"Death?" They pause as Wrye views the street
with suspicion. “Ah, isn’t this also the place where all too many children are
being born with a rare genetic disease?”
“Why Wrye, you have been reading ahead?” Scolding with a
swat of the hanky.
His chin bobbed a notch. “Of course, my snoopy-snoop
comrade in prattle.”
They offer a moment of respectful silence to the tragedy
solidly buried within the gripping, suspenseful mystery, and then Penza Tattle
whispers, “Here's the boggle. All this is happening while Mark and Sara are
trying to conceive. Don't you say it.”
“No!” He understood, she understood, he was about not to
abstinent the ribald.
“Yes,” Tattle’s head bobs empathically. “And unbeknownst
to all, Sara holds the skeleton key to the truth of political and corporate
transgressions, shame-shame, which at tome's end has the randy couple battling
for their lives and sheet-time.”
Wrye scampers ahead, trying to hurdle clauses through to
the last few pages.
Grasping his suspenders, “Oh no, you don’t,” Penza says,
“You have to read it a page at a time like the rest of us.” She releases the
braces and he stumbles.
"But I have to know if Mark's a papa." As a
graduated Evelyn Wood's speed reader he starts eating pages.
"Ok, naughty rascal, you just want to read about the
horizontal tango."
"Of course, Michael is the Author of the Year."
"So you think you can dance? We've much to do. Let's
Rumba out of here."
SHADOW
OF GUILT
“I like the rain,” Tattle says, and swipes the wetness
from her eyes much like Megan, a character who appears in the contemporary
novel SHADOW OF GUILT by Michael Davis.
“I like umbrellas,” returns Wrye and opens a striped
green and white golf umbrella to cover them both. “I also like weaving our way
through Davis’ story. There’s Sean Paterson,” Wyre points out the hero as the
duo suddenly find themselves in a café, “a man harboring hate, a need for
vengeance, and across from him is Detective Christine Sheppy who’s coping with
guilt, a guilt born from the simple need to survive.”
Tattle seeps further into the story. “Their lonely
conscious ridden lives become entwined as they try to help an estranged teen
and her child, who are lost and targeted.”
Wrye becomes lost in prose, his green carnation wilts as
if agreeing with the sadness in Wrye’s tone. “The ache for something strong and
loving between them becomes fragile and strained as the haunts of their past
refuse to let go. Christine trusted with her heart once and ended up hurt. Dare
she trust again? He believed in the magic of forever. Will he find his way back
to that belief again?”
Sorrow furrows Tattle’s brow. “Sean knows he wants that
sweetness of being with someone for a lifetime, but his hate, his need for
vengeance and past shadows make him rash, ready to destroy possibilities.”
“Can either of them escape the endless grief? Can they
win out over the depraved acts of malevolent men who prey on the helpless? Will
their emerging love be enough to conquer all?”
“Read and find out!”
The duet du gossip appears
in the small town of Tanglewood Falls with its magnificent view. “Mystery,
suspense, romance, it must be BLIND CONSENT BY MICHAEL W. DAVIS, CHAMPAGNE BOOKS AUTHOR OF THE YEAR,” offers
Wrye. "But where there's heavenly beauty, one might discover 'ell. Doc
Tat, grow us our next plot tree."
“Sapling planted. After the loss of his wife, Ryan returns to search for truth in this poor, forgotten community where trust and blind consent had been unwittingly exploited. Fertilizer applied.”
“I deduce…” Wrye pauses and admits, “from reading it that Ryan has been haunted by dreams and puzzling images for twenty years. Enter ghostly sounds stage left. Exit reality stage right. He is desperately trying to untangle the reality of what happened to him and to his town. Weed Whacker Alert!”
“All true… everything is hidden… so many secrets… even the folklore of the simple people, who believe their Annie is blessed.” She re-laces her high top high heel and checks wobble.
“Annie… the woman he meets during his quest is a lovely lass with her own secrets, her own passion for Ryan and the belief that he is her destiny.” Spinning his double-billed cap, now appearing much like a hang glider on his head, he says, "Remember the adventure of The Red-headed League? Like that, this is providing much boggle for the man. But... it's all 'ell men tree, m'Dear Tattleson, love... love... love!"
"In this outwardly beautiful, peaceful town, where sinister forces anchor its foundation, Ryan and Annie become lost to each other, lost to the mystery, and maybe lost to love. He needs to find himself, but in the end…”
“Shhh,” he says, "Give away no more. Off to 221B Baker Street.”
“Are the real Sherlock and Watson expecting us?”
“Sorry, got caught up in the fiction.”
“Sapling planted. After the loss of his wife, Ryan returns to search for truth in this poor, forgotten community where trust and blind consent had been unwittingly exploited. Fertilizer applied.”
“I deduce…” Wrye pauses and admits, “from reading it that Ryan has been haunted by dreams and puzzling images for twenty years. Enter ghostly sounds stage left. Exit reality stage right. He is desperately trying to untangle the reality of what happened to him and to his town. Weed Whacker Alert!”
“All true… everything is hidden… so many secrets… even the folklore of the simple people, who believe their Annie is blessed.” She re-laces her high top high heel and checks wobble.
“Annie… the woman he meets during his quest is a lovely lass with her own secrets, her own passion for Ryan and the belief that he is her destiny.” Spinning his double-billed cap, now appearing much like a hang glider on his head, he says, "Remember the adventure of The Red-headed League? Like that, this is providing much boggle for the man. But... it's all 'ell men tree, m'Dear Tattleson, love... love... love!"
"In this outwardly beautiful, peaceful town, where sinister forces anchor its foundation, Ryan and Annie become lost to each other, lost to the mystery, and maybe lost to love. He needs to find himself, but in the end…”
“Shhh,” he says, "Give away no more. Off to 221B Baker Street.”
“Are the real Sherlock and Watson expecting us?”
“Sorry, got caught up in the fiction.”
Read these and his other books so you can always stay
connected to a great man and very talented author.
Dona
Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of
Blather City, Wannachat
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