Falling Through the Cracks is here!

My book is out! Falling Through the Cracks is available at various places online: http://www.amazon.com, http://www.alibris.com, http://www.booksurge.com, and http://www.abebooks.com. If you order it from amazon, search in “Books” for 1439247396. That is the ISBN number and will take you directly to my book and not other books with similar names. If you choose to search for the book by author name on any of these websites, the official author name is JLC Pulliam.

Have I told you about Falling Through the Cracks? It is fiction in the subcategory of Women’s Fiction. It is a novel of love, mystery, and family—about rebuilding a family after a murder. It has 2 murders but is definitely not a who dunnit. It has 2 mysteries—one about adoption and one about PTSD. And it has a love story but it’s not a genre romance. Here’s what it says on the back cover:

“What if you were a speech therapist responsible for two elementary school girls who couldn’t talk and you discovered something horrible had happened to make them that way? Then what if you found out they couldn’t speak because of you?

Falling Through the Cracks is a novel about rebuilding a family after a murder. Solving two mysteries (one about adoption and one about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and falling in love are not part of Angel Martin’s plans when the Arizona speech therapist and Improv actress moves to Georgia. However, hearing a child chanting in the dark, “The knife is in his back. The blood is on the floor,” catapults her into action.“

I hope you will read it and enjoy it. If you live near me, I will be more than happy to sign a copy of your book for you. I am arranging some book signing/selling events now and will let you know as they come up. If you live far away and want a signed copy, let me know you’ve bought it, and I’ll send you a special signed sticker to go in the book like a book plate.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Chicken Chronicles XIV

Glory spent extra time with Green the evening before she was to give him away.  “You’ll like Candy,” she told him in as cheerful a voice as she could. “You’ll be on a real farm and you’ll make lots of new chicken friends.” She turned to go into the house and knew he was following her. Sadness seeped into her words. “I just hope you’ll be much, much happier there, Green boy.” He was already on the stoop next to her when she opened the door. “Good night.” She closed the door and watched through the window as he settled down against it.

 

Inside, a large cardboard box was waiting to transport the rooster. Green was huge for a chicken, but in the attic she had located a thick-walled, moving-company box for hanging clothes. If she could lift him high enough to get him in, she could close down the top, and he wouldn’t be able to break out.

 

The following afternoon, Glory brought the box outside and threw a handful of chicken scratch into it. The bear-hug approach had worked long ago when she’d carried the limping Green to prop him against the house wall. She hoped he still trusted her enough that her same technique and his same docility would work again.

 

“Ready to meet your new flock?” Glory asked Green after she had pulled down the tailgate of Steve’s truck. The bird came toward her. The bear hug succeeded. She hoisted him into the box, and he didn’t think to be alarmed until he was inside it. She folded down the top and taped it with duct tape for good measure while Green squawked a few times and scratched at this strange contraption. Larry appeared to help her raise the box onto the truck bed. She thanked him and drove off toward the vet’s office, talking the whole time to Green in a soothing voice she knew he couldn’t hear.