A Year in the Life of Dr. Fox by Frederick L Malphurs

 

 

A Year in the Life of Dr. Fox
Frederick L Malphurs
Genre: Thriller/Action/Adventure
Publisher: PageTurner Press and Media
Date of Publication: November 2017
ISBN: 978-1948304023
ASIN: B077KGMZGD
Number of pages: 338
Word Count: 101,400 words
Cover Artist: PageTurner Press
and Media Illustrations Department
Tagline: A legendary family is forced to fight against the most dangerous Pacific Drug Cartel. Will the de la Vega family succeed or will they die trying?
Book Description:
During the years of Mexican President Calderone, drug cartels fought pitched battles against other cartels, the police, the army, and the good citizens of Mexico. Kidnappings, murder, threats, and intimidation by drug cartels impinged on every facet of Mexican life.
This story of the de la Vega family in Culiacan, the state capital of the Mexican state of Sinaloa, tells of their struggles with the death of their beloved sister and the courageous brothers who become a force exacting revenge on the Pacific cartel.
The family ancestors moved away from Southern California during the 1840’s as the influx of white settlers changed the culture and created certain discriminations against Mexican-Americans. The family legend is the de la Vegas sold out and relocated to Culiacan, Mexico where they quickly established prominence socially and financially. In Culiacan, the whispers are frequently heard of their great wealth and of being descendents of the great Zorro. Eduardo de la Vega, known for his dedication to his community and his patients as a noted benefactor and surgeon, and Teodoro de la Vega, a Jesuit priest, beloved by all who know him, vow to protect their city from the cartel. The de la Vegas act with extraordinary stealth, boldly striking at the cartel. Eduardo de la Vega leads a secret life of retribution abetted by his adopted brother, the business wizard, ‘Flaco’ Salas.
This is a tale of adventure, action love, honor, and strength of family despite constant danger and threat.
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Excerpt:
An Untimely Arrest, January 5
Father Teodoro
de la Vega was sitting in an ancient wooden swivel chair, working on revisions
to his doctoral thesis Methodism in America, when he heard the soft buzzing of
his cell phone. He picked up the phone, swiveling his chair around before he
spoke to look out the high tiny window in his cramped office at the far end of
the Culiacan Cathedral. “This is Father De La Vega.”
“This is
Lieutenant Flores of the federal police. We are trying to notify the family of
Diego Sanchez. He has you listed as the family contact.”
Father Teodoro’s
eyes stayed fixed on the fronds of the tall palm tree growing in the
cathedral’s backyard. “Yes, I am Diego’s brother-in-law. How can I help?”
“I am sorry to
inform you that your sister’s husband, Diego Sanchez, was arrested this morning
and is currently being held in custody in Culiacan prison.” The lieutenant
sounded subdued, deferential to the Catholic priest, sympathetic.
Father Teo was
silent for several moments. “Oh my God, this is a shock. My sister was
kidnapped three days ago, on January 2. She and Diego have three young
children, and now this.” Father Teo sighed deeply and made the sign of the
cross.
“I know about
the kidnapping. I am so sorry. It seems your family is suddenly confronting
great adversity. I can assure you that all the police agencies are working
diligently to find your sister.”
Father Teo took
several deep breaths before responding. “Would it be possible for me to go see
Diego now?”
Lieutenant
Flores was silent a moment. “Yes, under the circumstances, I’m sure there must
be many arrangements to be made for the children. I will contact the prison and
get your visit authorized.”
Father Teo stood
up, suddenly feeling dazed; his jaw clenched as his eyes riveted on the small statue
of Jesus he kept on his desk. “I am on my way to the prison now.” He next
forced himself to call his brother, Eduardo, and their father, Alfonso. He
quickly concluded each call with “I’ll call you back as soon as I learn
anything.”
Father Teo
quickly jogged down the hall and across the cathedral campus to his car.
Outside, he stood beside his car and gazed upward for several moments, praying
for his sister, Diego, and their children. Then he got into his battered Toyota
and headed to the prison.
Father Teo sat
in the visitors’ waiting room for thirty minutes before the guards escorting
Diego burst through the door on the prisoners’ side.
They pushed
Diego ahead of them and roughly shoved him into a chair. One of them said, “Sit
down and shut up!” to Diego and waved a finger under Diego’s nose. Father Teo
moved quickly to the cubicle opposite Diego and sat on the hard plastic chair
in the narrow enclosure.
“Teo, tell me
about my family.” Diego was somber and seemed to have physically shrunk since
the last time Teo had seen him only three days before.
Diego’s usual
state of casual good humor had been replaced with a pallid and tense facial
expression. His eyes were tearing and moved only indirectly in the direction of
Father Teo; he could not maintain eye contact for more than a moment. His eyes,
now dark and sunken, slowly roamed the brightly lit room: floor, walls,
ceiling, Father Teo.
“We have had no
contact with Tina’s kidnappers. We are doing everything we can to find her.
Eduardo and I are moving heaven and earth to find her.
The kids miss
her and are understandably upset. How are you?”
“I am depressed
as hell. I’m scared out of my mind. I am so grateful to you and Eduardo.” Diego
dipped his head and nervously checked the position of the guards. “Please do
everything you can to get these charges dropped and get me out of here
somehow.”
“Of course you
are depressed. Anyone would be in these circumstances.
My father is
talking to lawyers right now. Your arrest has come as a complete shock to all
of us.”
“I am
embarrassed and stunned by my arrest too, Teo. Please tell my mother and the
children that I love them, but I do not want them to come here. Seeing me in
this place will only make things worse for them. Have you learned anything
about the charges against me?”
Father Teo
chewed on his lip. He hesitated while a myriad of happy family memories flooded
his thinking: Diego and Tina’s wedding, the births of their three children, and
many family gatherings. “You are accused and charged with consorting with
narco-criminals by laundering their illegal earnings, aiding the cartel’s hit
men by providing them with shelter, engaging in a criminal conspiracy, and
accepting financial assistance from the Pacific cartel. I’m still in shock,
Diego. I don’t understand this. Is any of it true?”
Diego squirmed
in his seat and dropped his head to the Formica countertop of the little booth.
“Oh my god,” he said this loudly, and the nearest prisoners on Diego’s side of
the barrier turned in his direction. When he sat back up straight, his hands
clutched his heart. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

 

About the Author:
Fred Malphurs spent over thirty-seven years working for the Department of veterans Affairs, almost all of which was spent in the Veterans Healthcare Administration. He is the retired CEO or Director of the North Florida/South Georgia Veterans Healthcare System based in Gainesville, Florida, and is a retired Fellow of the American College of Healthcare Executives. Married to Robin, a nurse executive, between them they have six children. Having transferred thirteen times, been on three long term details, and service in the VA Central Office in Washington on three different occasions, Fred has been exposed to the inner workings of health care delivery, the political administration in the executive branch, and has testified before various House and Senate Congressional committees. His career spans from the impact of returning veterans from the VietNam War, Iraq to the current war in Afghanistan. In the course of serving in the VA, Fred received numerous awards during his career, including the two highest: Presidential Rank, at both the meritorious and distinguished levels. Medical Centers under his direction have twice received the VA’s highest award for quality, the prestigious Carey Award. As a network director, the networks under Fred’s leadership twice received the VA’s highest award for quality, the Kizer award, in addition to being recognized many times for having the best practices in a wide variety of administrative and clinical areas. He has published in health care periodicals, given media interviews, and appeared on television in the course of his career.
In retirement, Fred turned to writing, lifelong goal. He has published his memoirs: My Life in the VA: Lessons in Leadership, and three novels: Meanie Mouse versus the Orlando Operators: The Adventure Begins, Mexia: A Novel: The Memoirs of J.C. Mulkey, and Spies and Lies: The Paradox. He is currently working on a play, The Patio Club, and is revising his next novel, A Year in the Life of Doctor Fox. Fred lives in Gainesville, Florida.

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Title: Off Limits

Author: Clare Connelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Digital ISBN: 9781488082368

“I want to taste you tonight.”

With chemistry this hot, it’s worth getting burned…

Billionaire Jack Grant is totally off-limits to Gemma Picton. He’s wild, deliciously dangerous…and her boss. When working late turns X-rated, it’s better than her wildest imaginings—and Gemma’s imagined a lot! But Jack has major emotional baggage, so when Gemma starts wanting to heal his heart as well as enjoy his body, she knows she’s in big trouble…!

 

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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Off Limits by Clare Connelly

I am holding my breath again. Is that how I’m going to get over this little hurdle? Suffocate myself? Is that even possible? I’m pretty sure we have some breathing trigger in our brains, but my brain is a bit pissy with me so maybe it would conveniently forget about the button.

I push air out consciously, quietly, and he takes his seat.

‘Anyway…’ I prompt impatiently.

His smile is a clicker. Is he laughing at me? Arrogant arsehole! That’s be just like him. See? That’s the problem! I know him. I’m not one of his other women. I know that is he as bastardy as he is sexy.

‘How did you sleep?’

I blink at him, my eyes wide. ‘You’ve already asked me that.’

‘You didn’t answer.’

I except a sign that speaks of anger. ‘Like I always do. Seriously, Jack. My desk is covered in paper. I have to get to work.’

I’m your work,’ he says with a shrug.

Insolent bastard.

He leans forward, and while his face is casual there is an urgency in the flecks of gold that fill his eyes. ‘Did you see him last night?’

I want to remind him of the salient fact I pointed out the night before. It’s not his damned business. But I’m not sure I can say that with such conviction now that I’ve tasted his mouth; now that I’ve been stunned by his desire.

Can I skirt around his question?

You’re my work? Okay, the thing is I have the New York guys waiting on contracts, you have a meeting in a week that I have to prepare for and Athens wants your input-which means my input- on a lease agreement. And I need to – ‘

‘Quiet.’

God! Don’t hate me, but when he’s bossy I love it. And he’s almost always bossy.

I glare at him across his desk; it’s best if he doesn’t know that this is just about my favourite version of him.’

Title: Ruled

Author: Anne Marsh

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Series: Hard Riders MC

Digital ISBN: 9781488082382

 

The Rebel vs. The Princess

Complete opposites who share the same burning passion!

Jaxon Brady of the Hard Riders MC has sworn to protect Evie Kent from a rival gang. His hard muscles and black leather motorcycle boots are a sharp contrast to the girlie dresses Evie wears for her successful party-planning business. Their instant attraction is magnetic, and their lust keeps them glued to each other’s side…but is it a dangerous distraction?

 

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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Ruled by Anne Marsh

I have to be more cautious. From the rising volume of the squeals emanating from the backyard, cake consumption has concluded and the party will be wrapping up as the sugar highs hit, the early departers fleeing past my RV parked out front. Spotting the princess in an R-rated embrace with a biker would be bad for my business. You can’t be a dirty girl and host children’s birthday parties for a living. The moms will kill you. Fortunately, the moms aren’t mind readers. I’m only a party-perfect princess on the outside. Riding anywhere with Rev would be career suicide.

My bad voice promptly weighs in. But only if you get caught.

“I don’t do bikers.”

Something flashes across Rev’s face. “You don’t get hurt on my watch. I promise.”

“You’re not an ax murderer?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wallet attached to his belt by a silver chain. Silently, he flips it open and holds it out so I can read his driver’s license. There’s a military ID underneath it, too, the kind of card that gets you into Nellis Air Force Base.

“Your name isn’t Rev.” According to the State of Nevada’s laminated plastic, he’s one Jaxon Brady.

“Road name,” he says tersely.

I examine the license again. He’s also turning thirty-three in four weeks. I bet he won’t be booking a celebratory princess party.

“Wow.” I hand back his wallet. “Former navy?”

He nods, as if it’s no big deal. “SEAL. You’d be safe with me.”

He’s not big on talking. Or negotiating, asking, or sweet-talking. I’ve always trusted my instincts, though, and right now they’re on board with Rev Brady. Completely, totally, 100 percent in favor of getting on this man’s bike and riding off with him. Somewhere. Wherever he wants to go. He’s big and strong and tempting. He’s fought for our country and kept everyone safe.

How bad can he be?

The little voice in my head pipes right up. How bad do you want him to be?

That voice needs a gag.

“Think about it,” he says and then he turns and saunters toward his bike. I stand there, watching his ass the whole way, and wondering why I don’t mind his attitude. He’s scary as shit. He’s not Mr. White Picket Fence and he’s not promising happily ever after, but the man has a fantastic butt and I’m lonely. That’s all it is. I need to get out more, need to make a point of seeing someone.

Someone else.

Anyone else. There are absolutely, positively no bikers anywhere in my future.

 

Title: A Week to Be Wild

Author: JC Harroway

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Digital ISBN: 9781488082351

A daring game of temptation

She’ll play his game—but only by her rules!

Alex Lancaster is an adrenaline junkie. He’s also a sexy British billionaire who should come with his own warning signs. When Libby insists she’s done with men who live on the edge, Alex coaxes her out of her comfort zone—professionally and very, very personally. Libby’s taking a high-stakes gamble, but the payoff could win her everything

 

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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 A Week to Be Wild by JC Harroway

 

The man occupying her thoughts swept up beside her on a cloud of freshly showered deliciousness, his hand taking a proprietorial hold of the back of her barstool and his smoky, heavy-lidded smile stripping her naked.

Alex.

‘Hi.’ Libby closed her slack-jawed mouth and swivelled to face him, turning her back on the stranger, never one to pass up a golden opportunity. She hated rudeness, but if Beer Breath was too stubborn or thick-skulled to take the hint…

Alex kept his stare on her, his smile genuine and warm enough to melt her underwear clean off, and then signalled the waiter with a flick of his wrist.

Libby sensed the moment when Beer Breath slinked away, and the hairs on the back of her neck settled—but only temporarily, because Alex hadn’t taken his eyes off her. In fact, he was looking at her as if he was seconds from devouring her whole.

She shivered, delicious tendrils snaking to all her erogenous zones. ‘What are you doing here?’ Libby took a slug of her previously untouched drink, the burn calming her enough to meet his bold stare with one of her own.

‘I came to invite you out for a late supper. I was on my way to Reception and then I spotted you here.’ His hand slid from the back of her stool, and he settled into the one next to her, passing his order to the waiter before returning his disconcerting focus to her.

She stared back, lost for words and missing the proximity of his hand on her chair. He was close enough that his warmth traversed the space between them, but far enough away that she battled her body’s urge to sway closer. And keep on swaying.

‘What?’ One corner of his mouth kicked up. ‘What kind of host would I be if I left you to fend for yourself on your first night in a strange city?’

She couldn’t help the snort that left her. ‘The non-stalker kind…?’

He took the jibe with a cocksure arch of one brow, sipping wine while his poised stare flicked over her face from feature to feature.

Libby flushed hot all over. The ‘stalker’ comment had been beneath her. He hadn’t once touched her, hadn’t bought her drink, hadn’t tried to grab her phone, hadn’t even chased away her unwanted admirer—he had simply given her the out she’d wanted. The rest was all her.

What was wrong with her? Rudeness to a generous host and influential employer? All because he’d awoken needs within her? Needs too long dormant. Needs she’d never had before. Needs threatening to overwhelm her in their intensity.

Hardly his fault.

Title: Legal Seduction

Author: Lisa Childs

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Series: Legal Lovers

Digital ISBN: 9781488082375

 

“You are mine for the next two weeks.”

 

Resigning might be the sexiest thing she’s ever done…

 

Quitting her job puts executive assistant Bette Monroe in a very compromising position. She has ten days left, and powerhouse lawyer Simon Kramer is working her late into the night…and seducing her into oblivion! While he’s convinced she’s selling business secrets, the bombshell secret she’s keeping would shock him more. Does she bare all…or keep him guessing?

 

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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Legal Seduction by Lisa Childs

 

 

“So then more money will get you to stay,” he said dismissively, as if he’d closed a case. He tossed her crumpled-up resignation letter into the brass trash can sitting beside his desk.

Frustration—and not just with this conversation—overwhelmed her, overcoming her natural inclination to avoid confrontation, and she blurted out, “No!”

Working for him these past two years had increased her frustration because of all those damn fantasies he’d inspired.

“But you just said—”

“I took the job because I needed money,” she said. “I needed money then.”

His eyes narrowed more as he studied her face. “And you don’t need it now?”

“My reason for leaving has nothing to do with money,” she said. Had she not found another source of income, she would have been forced to stay, but he didn’t need to know that.

“So you do have a reason.”

He wasn’t the trial lawyer of their partnership, but he could have been. She felt like she was being cross-examined on the witness stand. And she didn’t enjoy it one bit. Quitting was not a crime.

“I don’t have to give you a reason.” At least she didn’t think she did.

Maybe she should have had a lawyer look at that employment contract before she’d written her resignation letter. But no matter how much she paid, no lawyer would be as good as Simon Kramer. He was the best.

And, according to his ex-lovers, not just at the law…

“Why don’t you want to tell me?” he asked, and he stepped closer now, so close that she could feel the heat of his body through his suit and her cardigan and skirt.

Heat flushed her body, making her skin tingle. She tried to step back but the desk stopped her, the hard wood pressing into the backs of her thighs as he nearly touched the front of her. Her breasts pushed against the front of the gray cardigan as she struggled for breath. She had never been this close to him before. It was more than unsettling. Her knees trembled and her already tripping pulse quickened even more.

“Because it’s personal,” she murmured. And they had never been anything but businesslike with each other, except in her dreams.

He leaned down, so close that his warm breath whispered across her lips as he asked, “Are you in love with me?”

Hot Shot by S.A. Stolinsky

 

Hot Shot
S.A. Stolinsky
Suspense
November 1, 2016
Book Description:
Payback is a powerful thing…
Actor and bartender, Tyler West experiences a sudden streak of luck — winning poker games. Determined to change his life, he enters the World Series of Poker. His life is suddenly turned upside down when the Russian mafia fronts him 1.5 million dollars to play at the tables. And then…he loses…
Now on the ride of his life, deceit and deception are his key to uncovering the truth. He must recoup the money, but will it come at a price? Can he stay alive long enough or will his time run out?
Excerpt:
 
Tyler pushed his
long, blond hair back with one hand and slouched.  He knew she found him attractive.  “I’ll tell ya,” he began, hoping to make it
last, keep her interested.  “I pretty
much need the start up money right now.”
Ah, too fast.
“Start up money?
Now? You think I got a stash under my bed upstairs?  We should go up and find out.  My, my we’re in a hurry aren’t we?” Elsie
pushed Tyler into an oversized easy chair covered with brown mohair. A black
cat with white paws jumped off it as Tyler slammed down.
“Easy kid.
That’s the trick. You don’t wanta look too desperate, know what I mean? Well,
you are good lookin’ I’ll give you that,” she said. “What ya got there?”
Tyler gave her a
certificate.
“Made this up on
my computer. It kind of sells land.”
“Bullwhippie,”
Elsie said as she tore up the certificate and put it in a glass ashtray on the
glass coffee table. “The only thing that makes a lot of money fast is ass,
kid.”
“One point five
million?” Tyler asked.
“You’re good
looking, but honey your ego’s getting away with you.”
Elsie sat in her
chair, a plush, pink armchair with multicolor pink pillow and a foot stool in
front. She leaned toward him.
“Listen, baby.
This is just between you and me, got it? I’ve been a madam longer than I can
remember. I work on the sly sometimes, and my parole officer comes around, but
he don’t bother me. You know why?”
            A still crestfallen Tyler looked at
her.
            “Because I got the goods on all
those assholes, that’s why. I got the video. Don’t ever do porn without a video
somewheres in the bedroom. Ya got me?”
            Tyler nodded.
            Elsie continued without noticing.
“I’ll never tell where I hid the original, but believe me I got plenty of
copies. Got a friend on Grand that does the best photography in the city. I had
a couple of tapes made and almost sold ‘em to TV—the porn sites. So I been
thinkin’ real hard about how I can re-establish my rep. And here you come.”
Tyler finally
opened his mouth but it was only to use his tongue to wet his lips, they felt
parched and he was sure they would crack it he kept his mouth closed any
longer.
“Yes, Ma’am,”
was all he could think to say.
“I’m gonna start
up the biggest whore house in the state, sonny. This time? With men. You know
how much a good male hooker can make? Two thousand a night. Now—depending on
your stamina…”
“Yeah, I get the
picture,” Tyler said.
He wasn’t in to
older women, but he had to admit, Elsie was beginning to look visibly younger
with the excitement she was projecting. Some people love their work. Her gray
roots were beginning to look more like silver blonde streaks and her smile was
widening. Her teeth, perfect in what were undoubtedly caps, glistened.
“A male whore
house. I don’t think it’s been done before,” Elsie repeated.
Elsie was spry
for a woman her age, but she had become overweight and as Tyler checked out the
flat, it looked like she’d just moved into the place.  She no longer looked like a professional, but
that was probably the point.  On a small
table next to Tyler there was a silver framed picture, a studio shot of a
glamorous woman, her head tilted back, full makeup and blond hair, her fingers
just touching her chin and a large, pearl necklace around her neck and thick
jeweled bracelets on her wrists. Tyler realized it was an old shot of Elsie
maybe forty years ago.
“Women in their
eighties still masturbate, you know that?” Elsie asked noticing him admiring
the photo. She looked like she might jot down his answer in an interview. “And
what a shame that is when guys like you are just running around willy-nilly.”
“No, ma’am,
never really thought about it,” Tyler said.
“You sure do
look like your pa. He was a crafty one, but always good to my girls. You work
out, huh? I got a boob job in my seventies. Hell, nothing stays up forever.
They’re just starting to sag again now. Thinking about getting ‘em done again,
so this is a good time we connected.”
“Yes, Ma’am,”
Tyler wasn’t sure where this was going, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want
it to go much further.
“Thirty percent
on my end,” she said.
“Huh?” Tyler
realized his eyes had widened and tried to relax so he wouldn’t look so stupid.
“Thirty
percent.”
“That’s a lot of
money, Ma’am,” Tyler said, when the hole in his stomach shrunk slightly. “I
mean I’m desperate, like you say, but that’s a big cut.”
“Listen, kid. A
man looks like you, your age, your height, your…face, could make more than two
thousand dollars a night, okay? It’s not gonna last forever, so you better grab
it while ya can.
 
 
About the Author:
Stefanie Stolinsky, Ph.D. is a licensed psychologist and forensic psychologist with a private practice in Beverly Hills, California. She  specializes  in trauma, adults sexually, physically and emotionally abused as children, and PTSD. She is an international speaker and has taught training seminars in overcoming the aftereffects of child abuse. She has also taught licensing examinations to candidates for both marriage, family and child counseling and for the psychology licenses. 
She began her career as an actress in motion pictures, television and stage and created a unique therapy combining acting exercises with psychodynamic psychotherapy to help survivors of all kinds of trauma overcome the aftereffects of abuse. The first edition of “ACT IT OUT” was a top seller for over nine years. A second edition of the popular book was launched in April of this year and is available on Praeclarus Press, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. 
She is also the author of several award-winning short stories including her newest short story anthology, DATE NIGHT, and numerous comedy mystery. Dr. Stolinsky lives with her husband in Los Angeles.