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  Hi, I'm Steve Beres (The Elder) and the Manitou growing out of my back is my child bride of thirty years, Theresa, also an author of romances and children's books such as When Jacob Taught the Cows to Read.

  We can't offer you a Cappuccino or finger sandwich (who would eat a finger anyway?) while you browse, but feel free to put your feet up, sample our wares and look at the pictures.

This is Emily, my Basset Hound.  In conjunction with my book of her 'real life' adventures, The Adventures of Emily, I offer here a serial in the 1940's film noir hardboiled detective style (with apologies to Bogey), EM SPAYED, Private Nose.©

ROAD KILL

It was another sweltering, smoggy day in the City of Angels and I was on my way to the office after breakfast, three cups of hot, black java and dry chew bone, when I ran into the police barricade.  There were a lot of dogs crowded around the scene, like they had nothing else in the world to do but gawk at someone else’s misfortune.  I shouldered my way to the front of the crowd and bumped into the biggest Great Dane I’ve ever seen.  He must’ve weighed 275 lbs if he weighed an ounce.  He grinned, exposing a mouthful of yellow teeth.  Shivering, I pushed on until I saw Lt. Jake Shepard, LAPD.  He waved me into the scene.

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The Adventures of Emily is now available in E-Book and hard copy.  24 pages with Illustrations by Dotti Elliott (www.dottielliott.com).

Walter Mitty isn't the only one living in daydreams. Follow the imaginative adventures of Emily the Basset as she confronts everything from aliens to her own mortality.

(Excerpt from cover story)

"Chewing a treat that I had just been given, I lay in my favorite spot, a place I'd hollowed out in the cool, damp earth of the rose garden, listening to the sounds of the morning fade one by one; except for the screeching of the cicadas, a sound that lingered in my ears, like the tearing fabric of the morning sky.

Suddenly, I felt myself floating!  Yes, I was being lifted toward the sky but I couldn't open my eyes or cry out.  My body would not respond to my commands!  In desperation I screamed my fear but it never left my mind.  Then, all was darkness.

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