The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

Friday, June 29, 2012

Quote of the day 6-29

A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others

Ayn Rand

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Quote of the day 6-27

One day when your life flashes before your eyes, make sure you’ve got plenty to watch

Unknown A Hole

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

5-Stars for Murder!








Check out this awesome 5-star review                                                                                  
 from Readers Favorites!


Reviewed by Molly E. for Readers Favorite

I love murder mysteries. Totally love them. So, when I look for a good murder mystery, it has got to have all the elements: complex characters, roller coaster twists and heart stopping turns and who-dun-its that will surprise the heck out of you. Sitting down to read J.T. Lewis' "Murder Too Close to Home" really brought all that and then more. From start to finish, I was engrossed in a murder mystery that came to life, making the story more like a movie. 

In a small town in Indiana, the worst possible thing that any resident would have to go through is happening. Murder. People are unexpectedly turning up dead. As Gabriel Celtic and his task force team members follow all the clues, they come across the most unexpected puzzle piece...the murderer, the one calling the shots, is most definitely NOT who they expected! As Gabriel and the task force race to find out how to stop the killings and the whys behind, he realizes that so much more is at stake than simply finding a killer. It is quickly becoming personal and only one thing will stop the killer. Can Gabriel take the leap? Will he give the biggest sacrifice he has ever had to give, or will the killer win again? 

If you love fast-paced, amazingly written murder mysteries, then look no further than this 5 star worthy crime suspense. You will be swept away into a whirlwind of action and crime, following Celtic and the team as they hunt down the killer of innocent people in a small Indiana town.

See The Review Here

Quote of the day 6-26

A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules

Anthony Trollope

 

Monday, June 25, 2012

Quote of the day 6-25

 

 

You face the greatest opposition in your life when you look in the mirror

Unknown A Hole

 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Announcing! The Gabriel Celtic Mystery Story Contest

Is there a hidden sleuth within you? Did you ever want to be a mystery writer?

Here's your chance! A series of pictures will be posted over the next month or so, describing a mystery and its journey. Figure out the story first, and it will be worth an Autographed ARC copy of Gabriel's Revenge.


Just follow the link below, or message me with any questions!


Mystery Contest

Quote of the day 6-21

One who makes no mistakes makes nothing at all

 

Giacomo Casanova

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

You Will Be "Electrified" By The Soon To Be Released Gabriel's Revenge!


I stood there mesmerized as I watched the approaching storm, feeling the increasing power with every approaching second. It seemed to rise in height as it drew nearer, becoming more ominous and violent as it worked to build for a climax of as yet unknown proportions.
The wall of water finally hit like a freight train, the house rattling on its foundation. I leaned against the aluminum frame of the window, my nose only inches from the glass as I strained to see through the maelstrom.
A blue arc of lightning descended on the back yard, and I watched in amazement as the bolt flashed multiple times. I seemed to be watching in some sort of slow motion, the flashes appearing for as long as five seconds or more. As I watched, two fingers jumped out of the main flash, each grabbing onto the fence around the back yard before they slowly traveled around the yard, one each way.
I watched the display in wonder; the lightning seemed to be playing as it made its way around the yard. Making its way around the final corner posts, I was shocked to see that it was now heading straight for the house.
I started to push myself away from the window when another huge white bolt of lightning struck the yard in front of the glass, joining the fence riding fingers in a magnificent display of electrical power. The shock hit me and traveled through my arms, jolting my brain as I was forcibly thrown from the window and against the opposite wall of the hallway.
Pushed against the wall, the power of the lightning coursed through my veins as my eyes held onto the tree-trunk sized light outside the window.
Then….everything stopped.
As I stood there held against the wall, stillness suddenly enveloped me; there was not a sound anywhere. The sequoia tree of energy outside my window had stopped moving, turning into a statue that would do DaVinci proud. As my frozen body stared at the immovable apparition, a white figure floated out of it, a beautiful apparition.
She was instantaneously in front of me, laying a hand on my cheek with familiarity, a shy smile on her face below the bluest eyes I have ever encountered.
Betty!

Quote of the day 6-19

If I’d followed the rules, I’d never gotten anywhere

Marilyn Monroe

Monday, June 18, 2012

Preview of the Upcoming Novel~ Gabriel's Revenge


June 1, 1997

My Dearest Betty,

I have found the work here to be hot, tiring, and monotonous. It appears to be exactly what I need to keep my mind off my failures of the other life, the life we shared together, the life I let slip through my fingers. I can exist here, and that is all I can hope for, all I deserve.
I hope you are here with me, but feel free to explore wherever you are at the moment, heaven must be expansive, with much to explore. You always loved traveling and exploring new places, and I will be here if you need me, I’m not going anywhere.  I believe this is the place I should be… I don’t think I’ll ever leave.

I Love You
***

We were on our descent into Cincinnati, the last two hours fairly uneventful, even without my last seat mate, or maybe because of her not being near.
I pondered over the journal entry in front of me, having not remembered how fervent my position had been back then. Although I had still felt more or less the same way until a day ago, I now carried the sadness of leaving my friend behind to fend for himself.
It was not that Frank wasn’t more than capable, but I had left him with no backup, I had always had his back. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that this wouldn’t have happened if I had been with him, that my self-centered outlook of the last year had cost him his life.

Quote of the day 6-18

Action expresses priorities

 

Gandhi

 

Friday, June 15, 2012

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Quote of the day 6-13

We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us

Samuel Johnson

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Preview Of The Soon To Be Released Gabriel's Revenge


The man walked determinedly toward his car, but his mind was elsewhere; on the case, or cases as it were. He was actually making good headway on the investigation by his reckoning, disturbing headway. He had found the link in the cases he had been looking for two days before, and it had changed everything! Even he couldn’t believe the ramifications of his find.
The night was warm and he removed his jacket and hung it over his arm, folding it carefully first. He rubbed his free hand through his military cut salt and pepper hair, letting his mind wander, enjoying the weather.
Reaching the car, he dug into his pocket and pulled out his keys to unlock his government furnished sedan, but his keys suddenly fell from his hand. He looked down in confusion and wondered why he just did that, and why all of a sudden he couldn’t seem to move to correct it.
He felt a hand then on his shoulder, hot breath on his neck. “I hear you’re looking for me,” the stranger whispered into his ear, “thought I would save you the trouble.”
The man reached quickly for his weapon, but his arm wouldn’t respond; still hanging limply at his side. Fear was creeping up his spine now. It’s an emotion that he had very seldom experienced, and he didn’t like the feeling one bit.
The hot breath again, “you will crumble to the pavement in a moment; let me help you down instead.”
Hands snaked under his arms, clasped gently around his chest and pulled backwards, lowering his growing dead weight easily to the pavement.
“There now, nice and comfy. Look at those stars, aren’t they marvelous?”
The stars were indeed beautiful, and the man took a good look at them for a change; it had been years since he had looked at the sky as anything but an overhead certainty.
“I’m very impressed with you; I wanted you to know that. There are very few people that could have put all the pieces together. I salute your tenacity detective; unfortunately you were starting to get in the way of my work. But I want you to know something; you are a rare breed indeed, one of the good guys.”
The man was thinking, thinking of his mom and dad. Funny what you think about in times like these. He missed them a lot; twenty years had passed since they had left this world.
“Let me put that coat over you; that concrete is probably getting cold. I want to make sure you are comfortable.” The man on the ground made out the silhouette of a stranger over him with a wide brimmed hat, the shadows completely concealing his identity.
Thinking now of his friend, he really only had one. That was ok though, true friendship was rare. He wondered how he was doing; it had been over a year since he’d seen him. He hoped he had found some happiness by now.
Wide hat over him again, “time to say goodbye, and I must admit, it’s been a pleasure.”
The life slowly went out of the eyes; the man on the ground was gone. The stranger continued to look down upon the man in the deserted parking lot. Reaching down gently, he laid his palm on the man’s brow and slid it down, closing the eyes. He then crossed himself, finishing the ritual by taking to his mouth a pendant hung from his neck with a chain, kissing it reverently before letting it slide back to his chest.
“Yes indeed, a pleasure it has been. In a different life, who knows?”
The stranger rose up, removed his hat and wiped his brow. Replacing the hat fastidiously on his head, he looked down one final time before proceeding on his way.
Fingers to the rim of the hat, he tipped the hat slightly with a nod, “I bid you adieu Frank Luther.”
Turning, he walked away nonchalantly, whistling a tune, the eerie yet vaguely familiar melody filling the quiet night air.

Quote of the day 6-12

Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example

Mark Twain

 

Monday, June 11, 2012

Quote of the day 6-11

If the only thing keeping you alive is your intelligence, acting stupid is committing suicide

Andrew Vachss

Friday, June 8, 2012

Quote of the day 6-8

The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.

James Branch Cabell

 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Quote of the day 6-7

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style

 

Maya Angelou

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Quote of the day 6-6

The man who is a pessimist before 48 knows too much; if he is an optimist after it, he knows too little

Mark Twain 

Monday, June 4, 2012

Friday, June 1, 2012

Quote of the day 6-1

Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar

William Wordsworth