Category Archives: Prepping

Publishing Delay – RECYCLED


A few days ago, I announced via a couple of Facebook pages that RECYCLED was going to be delayed a bit. Some of you have asked if things are okay, and yes, they are – no major catastrophe, just lots of things going on around here.

Between writing, bookselling, and publishing, I’m spreading myself a bit thin and was totally stressing over my self-imposed deadline. That happens a lot, sad to say.

However, rest assured that RECYCLED will be here soon – in July. Promise. No backing out! But in the meantime, there are plenty of folks who haven’t yet read REDUCED and REUSED, so it’d be great if you could spread the word…

Between now and then, RHP will be releasing TWO books:

INNspirational Breakfasts, by Kriss Royer, will be launched on June 1 – details coming soon!

P.A.W.S., by Debbie Manber Kupfer will be launched on June 22 in conjunction with a bookstore event for Tenth Life Cat Rescue!

Stay tuned here and on Facebook and our websites for up-to-date information…

 

Excerpt from RECYCLED


Chapter One

“Hallefrickinluia!” Alison clapped her hand over her mouth as the word exploded into the darkness. She was so excited she dropped her flashlight. Hastily retrieving it, she smacked it a few times before the light came on again, shining it around the small room. She quickly climbed the ladder and ascended into the kitchen of the abandoned camper, turning off the light once again, making her way quickly back to the others.

The door flew open, and Alison was instantly covered by three weapons pointed directly at her head.

“Sorry,” she said, “but you are not going to believe this!”

Guns were holstered, and Brad grabbed her by the shoulders. “You almost got shot, dammit! What’s so important that you completely forgot protocol and just busted in here?”

“Chill, Brad.” Alison poked him in the chest and he immediately released her, sitting back down at the table. “I went over to my friends’ old camper, the one I found yesterday? Guess what was there?”

Abby looked at her. “Guns or tequila, if I have to guess,” she said drily.