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DEGREES OF OBSESSION by Karen Stephen

A landslide victory ~ 452 copies (74%) downloaded

vs. 160 (26%) for MOTHER TONGUE: LINGUA CORSA

OBSSESSIVE LOVE vs. POLITICAL INTRIGUE 

The numbers don’t lie. Stalking trumps assassination, intrigue in Los Angeles and La Jolla wins over mystery in Corsica, a 50 year old psychologist pursuing her old college flame outflanks a 32 year old attorney using her mother’s native tongue to infiltrate a Corsican separatist group, and nostalgia run amok outshines a passion for justice.

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degrees kindleDEGREES OF OBSESSION – SYNOPSIS

Charlie Pederson, fierce but flawed like all women who have loved deeply and lost, takes a dangerous thrill ride from risky infatuation to the edge of disaster when she stalks her still suck-the-breath-out-of-you handsome college flame.

As a therapist, Charlie knows she should abandon her crazed obsession over Danny Shapiro. But as a woman turning fifty and stifled in her marriage to deadly dull Harold, she finds herself driven to take a dicey last chance to find all that her heart needs.

Little does she suspect that an impulsive visit to Danny’s law office will make her the target of a homicidal erotomaniac. As she chases Danny down, she jeopardizes her professional reputation, infuriates her best friend, alienates her husband, and risks exposing the most painful secret of her life.

DEGREES OF OBSESSION has it all—juicy romance and heart-pounding suspense. Best of all, it shines light on the fears, follies, and fantasies that drive the choices women make and on the love that redeems them.

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Child advocate attorney, Liz Fallon, desperately needs a break after legal blunders and her own negligence lead to the kidnapping and death of a mother and daughter she represents. Fluent in her mother’s native Corsican tongue, she nabs a job at a Paris newspaper as a lingua corsa translator for Pierre Benatar, whose coverage of the explosive Corsican Nationalist movement has enraged every separatist faction.

When Benatar and his seven-year-old son disappear, she resolves to prevent another tragedy and cons her way to Corsica under the ruse of researching a tabloid story about the mazzeri, the isle’s ancient harbingers of death. She cozies up to the prime suspects using her secret knowledge of lingua corsa and the aid of an elderly Brit and a courageous teen Corsican cousin. The hunters suddenly become the hunted when Liz’s inquiries arouse the suspicions and passions of both the separatist leader and the French police chief. When the mazzeri story also takes a chilling personal turn, she has to wonder whether Corsica intends to reclaim her as its prodigal daughter or destroy her.

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FIRST CHAPTER OF DEGREES OF OBSESSION

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degrees kindleChapter One

DEVILISH DELIGHT

Peering into the rear view mirror, I scrubbed a fleck of lipstick off my front tooth, then ran my little finger over my lower lip to even out the color.  I wiped the residue on a Jack-in-the-Box napkin stuffed between the bucket seats.

I hadn’t thought of it at the time of purchase, but this Devilish Delight lipstick complemented my devil-may-care mood.

As luck would have it, the color was an exact match for the scarlet streaks in the très cher Hermes scarf I’d tucked under the lapels of my equally out-of-budget black Jones New York suit.

My justification for overspending?  The no-brand lipstick was under two bucks, and even sitting down I could appreciate the elegant cut of the Jones New York jacket.  More importantly, the tailored pleats in the silk-lined slacks disguised the few extra pounds I’d added over the years.

The result?  Dressed to kill.  How could Danny resist?

I checked the mirror one last time, rearranging a stray hair and dabbing with the napkin at the beads of moisture collecting on my upper lip.

Sucking in a lungful of air and determination, I swung open the door of my new baby, a gleaming white Lexus sport coupe with gold alloy wheels.  I adored my jazzy, totally impractical present to myself for my fiftieth birthday the month before.  It fit the Charlie side of me.  I had vetoed my husband’s more conservative choice of the Honda sedan.  But then again, Harold, along with my mother and my boss, were the only people in the world who insisted on calling me Charlene.

Head erect, I headed across the parking lot to the entrance of Danny’s office building, placing each foot a measured distance in front of the other, that smooth glide I’d mastered at modeling school back in my teens.

I had reached my five-foot-nine height in the eighth grade, towering over my peers and awkward as hell.  So Mom popped for a self-improvement course at John Robert Powers after the requisite begging on my part.  But she drew the line at my going on to professional modeling.  Her official explanation had to do with saving money for college, although I suspected that Mom didn’t think I had the body for it.  At the time, I didn’t think I had the body for much of anything.

I detoured around tufts of grass sprouting up through the asphalt in the parking lot, almost tripping over a discarded Budweiser can.  Given the condition of        the lot, perhaps Danny Shapiro’s life hadn’t turned out as upscale as I had imagined. But the sleek glass exterior of the fifteen-story building looming up in front of me belied that, even with its current shell of scaffolding–added, no doubt, to repair damage from the recent Northridge earthquake.

It had all seemed so natural, so innocent on the drive over from our hotel, near the Los Angeles convention center. Tooling along the Ventura freeway as it sliced through the San Fernando Valley, I had found myself laughing out loud. Ahead of me, a grime-encrusted Pontiac, spotted with gray primer, had been jockeying for position with a chauffeur-driven Rolls.  Only in Los Angeles.

My eyes had been on the traffic, but my mind had been filled with visions of Daniel Hirschborn Shapiro, my first love and, I’d begun to think lately, my only love.  I kept seeing myself as the shy, naive college freshman seduced, with her full and utter cooperation, by the mature, or so I had thought at the time, and handsome Jewish junior.

Even after the passage of more years than I cared to remember, body memories of our lovemaking steamed to the surface.  The touch of his fingers threading through my hair…the smooth feel of the hollow above his collarbone…the small pleasure of toying with the gold Star of David nestled in the soft curls of his black chest hair.

As I approached his building, the silk lining of my slacks swished against my inner thighs, heightening the tension in my belly. Ducking under the iron scaffolding crisscrossed over the building entrance, I found myself in a dimly lit lobby.  My eyes flitted from wall to wall, searching for the building directory.  Huge cracks zigzagged through the green travertine marble covering the walls.  Missing chunks of the emerald-hued stone gave the lobby the pockmarked look of a war zone. Gaping holes at the four corners of a faded rectangular spot near the elevator revealed the directory’s last resting place.

The bile gurgling in my gut confirmed that I was up to no good.  Worse yet, my plot had been foiled.  Without the directory, I wouldn’t be able to engineer an accidental encounter with Danny.  I had counted on using it, not only to locate his office, but also to select a random name to employ as an alibi for being there. The bile ran back down my esophagus into a pool of disappointment, tinged with relief. What was I thinking? Marching into his office uninvited had been out of the question from the get-go.  At fifty, I had sufficient brainpower to avoid total humiliation.  It was a lark, I told myself, forgetting what an utter mess life had become when I had last pursued Danny.  But I had reasoned, and I use that term loosely, that an accidental meeting might fly.  I had the oh-my-God-it-can’t-be-you speech at the ready.  It could go either way.  My heart hoped he would be bowled over and swoop me up in an impetuous embrace.  My brain knew he’d dial 9-1-1.

I felt a flush creep up over my cheeks when I realized that a rent-a-cop, hunched up in the far corner, was scrutinizing my every move. His cadaverous hands hung like dead chicken feet from the billowing sleeves of his navy sateen jacket. It was highly unlikely that he was admiring my costly Jones New York suit with his beady stare. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights as he headed my way at a funereal pace.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” he asked, touching a bony finger to the brim of his hat.

“No…nothing…I mean, I left something in the car.”

I affected a nonchalant air and sauntered out the way I’d come in, chiding myself for pulling such a sophomoric prank.  A woman nearing midlife, and a therapist to boot, should have better sense. I imagined Marietta, my best friend, wagging her finger in my face and, in the background, my entire caseload of patients doing the same.

The botched encounter squelched my sexy mood.  I beat a path back to my car, the model swing to my hips transformed to a jerky retreat. As I fumbled for my keys in my pricey, but deeply discounted, Gucci bag, I knocked the pencil-thin strap from my shoulder. The bag bounced on the asphalt. Bending to retrieve it, I popped the front button off my slacks.

“Shit!” I said, to no one in particular.

Clambering back into the car, I stabbed at the ignition, ramming the key home on the third try. I squirmed in the creamy-colored leather seat as my expensive panties—the last of my extravagant purchases—now clammy, stuck where they shouldn’t.

“Shit!  Shit!”

My hand dropped from the ignition and I sank back into the seat, shoulders drooping, staring at Danny’s building, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey in its framework of iron.  Last month’s massive earthquake had certainly taken its toll, not only on his building but on thousands of other structures in the San Fernando Valley. God must have foreseen my foolish plan to track down an old flame and arranged an appropriate natural disaster to subvert it. Seemed a shame, though, to sacrifice all that property just to get rid of one directory and keep me on the straight and narrow.

I snapped back to reality when I saw the creepy old guard crossing the tarmac toward my car.  God forbid that I had parked in Danny’s private space. I glanced at my watch. Damn, how did it get to be eleven?  Harold was going to be pissed. Turning the ignition key, I slammed down the gas pedal, nearly bowling over the ancient guard as I squealed out of the parking lot.

4 days to GO! Countdown to New Year’s FREE PROMOTION for MOTHER TONGUE and DEGREES OF OBSESSION

free kindle ebooksFor an exciting start to 2016 and a thank you to the hundreds of fans and followers of my Doc Flamingo’s Blog, my Facebook Page, and my @docflamingo Twitter page, I am offering a FREE KINDLE PROMOTION for BOTH of my suspense novels. The Kindle versions of DEGREES OF OBSESSION and MOTHER TONGUE: LINGUA CORSA will be FREE on Amazon worldwide on January 1st through 3rd.

book trailersCan’t wait? View the heart-pounding DEGREES OF OBSESSION trailer and the suspenseful MOTHER TONGUE trailer.

degrees kindleDEGREES OF OBSESSION

Charlie Pederson, fierce but flawed like all women who have loved deeply and lost, takes a dangerous thrill ride from risky infatuation to the edge of disaster when she stalks her still suck-the-breath-out-of-you handsome college flame.

As a therapist, Charlie knows she should abandon her crazed obsession over Danny Shapiro. But as a woman turning fifty and stifled in her marriage to deadly dull Harold, she finds herself driven to take a dicey last chance to find all that her heart needs.

Little does she suspect that an impulsive visit to Danny’s law office will make her the target of a homicidal erotomaniac. As she chases Danny down, she jeopardizes her professional reputation, infuriates her best friend, alienates her husband, and risks exposing the most painful secret of her life.

DEGREES OF OBSESSION has it all—juicy romance and heart-pounding suspense. Best of all, it shines light on the fears, follies, and fantasies that drive the choices women make and on the love that redeems them.

mother tongue kindleMOTHER TONGUE:LINGUA CORSA

Child advocate attorney, Liz Fallon, desperately needs a break after legal blunders and her own negligence lead to the kidnapping and death of a mother and daughter she represents. Fluent in her mother’s native Corsican tongue, she nabs a job at a Paris newspaper as a lingua corsa translator for Pierre Benatar, whose coverage of the explosive Corsican Nationalist movement has enraged every separatist faction.

When Benatar and his seven-year-old son disappear, she resolves to prevent another tragedy and cons her way to Corsica under the ruse of researching a tabloid story about the mazzeri, the isle’s ancient harbingers of death. She cozies up to the prime suspects using her secret knowledge of lingua corsa and the aid of an elderly Brit and a courageous teen Corsican cousin. The hunters suddenly become the hunted when Liz’s inquiries arouse the suspicions and passions of both the separatist leader and the French police chief. When the mazzeri story also takes a chilling personal turn, she has to wonder whether Corsica intends to reclaim her as its prodigal daughter or destroy her.

My life as a novel

An entry from my daily meditation writing from four years ago and still something to consider each day:

pulitzer prizeI feel better when I think about my life being like a great Pulitzer Prize winning novel—each chapter a new adventure or misadventure, each turn in plot clever and unexpected, and no cliched happy forever after endings. A novel that is an epic journey, chock full of interesting characters, whose lives unfold in mysterious ways. Plot lines that are wild and crazy, dramatic and suspenseful.

This is exactly how I should view my life. A future that will surprise me. A journey that will not turn out as I assumed, expected, or perhaps even wanted. I need to live and pray my way through this epic journey of mine. I hate novels that have predictable endings. So why would I want to live a life that turns out that way? I don’t even want to write a novel like that! And I haven’t. Watching my homemade trailers for Degrees of Obsession and Mother Tongue reminds me of how much effort I put into having story lines that both surprise and satisfy.

In my own fiction writing, I seek to create stories with a gritty realism and surprising plot twists. Ones with real meaning at the end, not just pat “happy endings”. I want my characters to learn something from the difficult experiences they go through, especially those of their own making. As an author, I know that what they learn is more important than what they originally wanted.

Every time I start boo-hooing over the fact that I don’t have that formula romance in my life, I need to remind myself that my life is indeed a great novel, one worth reading. As a reader of that life story, I don’t want the ending to be predictable, and I especially don’t want to read ahead and see what the final outcome will be. I just want to read each page each day and be filled with neither anticipation nor dread about what the next page will bring.

If I consider each day another page and not get ahead of myself or keep re-reading the past pages, I think that I will find that my life is interesting, unpredictable, and worthwhile. If there was a particularly sad or disappointing page in the past, re-reading it a thousand times won’t make it less so and, in the meantime, I won’t be focused on the new page for the day which might very well bring happiness beyond my wildest imagination. And if I miss the new page by dwelling on the past, hoping those past chapters will change their shape or character, I will never catch up—by then the new page will have become history and I will have missed experiencing what it offered.

Nor do I want to read ahead and skip pages because my story won’t make sense and again I will have missed the page for today. My life has been a great novel—pathos, excitement, romance in small doses, challenges, overcoming abuse, helping others, changing lives. The author of my life, whom I chose to call God, has drawn me as a main character with intelligence, humor, creativity, wisdom, the ability to figure things out and to adjust. He has provided juicy subplots and fascinating minor characters who have swept in and provided plot tension and then disappeared—but the protagonist (me!) has always survived and lived on.

As a reader I need to be interested in HER! She’s still here waging the war, having new adventures, being herself. Sometimes she’s sad and I can cry with her. I can hope that in the next few pages she’ll put it all into perspective, that she’ll realize that the author of her story has something much better in mind for her. She has been up against worthy antagonists—ones that added particular tension and suspense to her story. Will Dad come ever care? Will Mom be able to protect her? Will brother turn out to be sorry? Will so-and-so ever come back?

one pate at a timeThe author of my life story hands me just one page at a time. There is no other better version available at the next bookstore. After all, He wrote the Greatest Story Ever Told. Hey…I’m living in a best seller. And, to boot, He’s given me the talent to write myself. Do I want some sappy ending with a minor character that was written out of my story pages and pages ago? No, I want to see who comes into my life in the future. And I have to keep doing the footwork in the meantime. I can’t sink into inertia. I can’t stop looking for the opportunities for growth and happiness that are at hand. So, keep reading, Karen, and live out this day God has written especially for you.

When in doubt

bad catpernicious thoughts
swirl
stew
boil
in my brain
determined to declare me
winner in this battle of
belonging

angry words lurk in
stamped addressed envelope in
my purse
patient
poisonous
each syllable soaked in
revenged intent
‘gainst him her
refusing to be
trashed

count to ten
if needed to
ten thousand
count blessings
god things
number hallowed gifts
intended for
hollow spaces

listen to
heart-meant cautions from
loving lips of
friends

read meaning-true
paragraphs of hope from the
same hand in
better times

recite prayers of
intercession
forgiveness
try to mean it

drop not into
blue box
drop into god box

Beware BAD THINKING AHEAD…

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Longtime therapist Dr. Charlene “Charlie” Pederson admits that her fixation with college sweetheart Danny Shapiro has reached the unsettling stage of obsession.  Jolted by turning fifty and struggling with a condescending husband, Charlie crafts a harebrained scheme to find Danny and recapture his heart.  Her delight at reuniting  with her old flame soon turns to indignation when he accuses her of stalking him. Danny’s fears about being stalked are well-founded.

Degrees New Front CoverCharlie plays on her professional expertise about stalking to worm her way back into Danny’s life…all the while jeopardizing her marriage, tarnishing her reputation, and alienating her best friend.  After her darkest secret is revealed, Charlie plunges into unfamiliar depths of pain and mortal danger and must rely on every psychological trick in her book to survive. DEGREES OF OBSESSION will take you on a riveting journey from risky infatuation to personal fulfillment and forgiveness.

Guest blog by digital artist Bob Keck…on growing old gracefully

DegreesofObsession240Digital artist and illustrator Bob Keck was kind enough back in 2005 to create a digitally produced cover for my first novel Degrees of Obsession from an idea I had come up with. It took dozens of hours for his computer to create the image as we tweaked the content over several weeks.

Download Christmas 2014 to see Bob’s Christmas Letter in its original pdf form AND SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM to see the incredible sci-fi and fantasy digital artwork he has produced in just the past year. More of his digital art can be found at DigitalDreams.com.

I so resonate with his comments on growing old and how it affects our abilities, our attitudes, and our art. And if I wrote fantasy or sci-fi, I would head straight to Bob Keck for a fantastic original book cover. Send inquires to my CONTACT page and I will forward them to Bob.

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Just Cruising by Bob Keck

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Moon rise by Bob Keck

 Here is the text of BOB KECK’S CHRISTMAS LETTER–A paeon to aging gracefully

Well, I almost didn’t write a letter this year. Not much happens when you are semi-retired and work from home. It’s mainly because you are almost always at home. It’s hard to write about nothing. Getting older is strange; you start to become more of a homebody. You no longer want to deal with, or have to deal with, daily stress, traffic, waiting in lines, or the many things that upset you. With the Internet you can even get most things on line and delivered to your front door and don’t have to deal with going shopping, the crowds, and finding a parking space. All the things you put up with to go to work and all the other life events you had to deal with seem to become minimal and fade away. You no longer are into fashion, image, impressing people, bars, and hot spots to go to. All the days seem almost the same and one of the hardest things is remembering what day it is. I’m not sure if this is good or bad.

Being cool is not the same as it was in my twenties. In your twenties you want to be accepted and try to fit in to your social circle (your tribe). In my generation, if your group had long hair or wore jeans and a t-shirt, you did too. Things haven’t changed. In today’s generation if their group of friends has tattoos, they feel like they should get one too. They think it’s a form of rebellion, doing something their parents hate, but actually it’s a form of conformity to fit in and be accepted. Everyone seems to do it in different ways depending on who you hang out with. When you are young to be accepted is what makes you cool. Things change when you are older. I think that when you are older and retired you are cool when you can talk about something besides your kids, the expensive trip you took or your old job.

Now, all this doesn’t mean that you become a hermit, which is really easy to do. It means that you have to come up with things to do that interest you or stimulate your mind. You end up contemplating your past failures, successes and how you got to where you are now. You realize you only have so many years left, so you don’t want to waste them on boring people, stupid events, bad movies, and unproductive tasks. I’ve always said that the hardest thing in life is not getting what you want, but knowing what you want and being happy with what you have now.

There is a certain freedom that comes with age. It’s similar to the freedom you had when you were a kid. You are again on the quest to discover what defines who you are. You no longer have to fit into the restraints of the working world. You can do whatever you always wanted to do. The only thing is that most of the time you forget what that is. Heck, sometimes you even forget why you walked into a certain room.

Anyhow, Christmas and New Year’s seem to be way markers in your life. They are a time when you get to stop and see where you have been, where you are, and where you are going. Hopefully, you appreciate what you have, the friends that have shared your life, and the fact that you are still here.

As I’ve said not much has gone on in the past year. I’m still doing graphic design work for my last company as a consultant. It keeps me somewhat busy. When I’m not doing graphics, I try to do some art or work on my house. I’m still doing sci-fi and fantasy illustrations and even got to do another book cover. I’m also doing some fine art and photography too. I won some more art show awards, which is always nice, but having people buy my art is always better. Sales have been going down the last few years. I’m not sure why.

My cats have changed. Ramone passed away. He was a very nice cat. His nickname was “Mr. Mello”. He has been replaced by Sally. One of my neighbors moved away and left her. She was somewhat feral and ran away from them when they tried to get her. They told me that she hated to be touched. It took me about a month or so before I could pet her. Now she lives in the house. She is like a clingy girlfriend. She seems to always want to be on my lap and loves being petted. At night she sleeps by my head. She is a really old sweet cat. My other cats Frank (the gourmet) and Cindy (the gray ghost) are doing fine and get along with her.

There isn’t too much else to talk about. My house is good. It’s a slow constant project. I’m still trying to update it. My car is still running fine. I keep tinkering with it to make it even better. I’m doing fine too. I have been lucky. There really isn’t anything wrong with me, just the usual getting old aches and pains and basic memory loss. I still exercise and walk fast for a mile or two up and down the hills almost every day. I’ve always exercised and taken vitamins for most of my life. Guess it was a good thing.

Well that’s about it. I hope you have a Happy Christmas and a great New Year. Take care, Bob