Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Losing It All,204,203,200_.jpgIdgie Says:
I have read two previous novels from Marsha and one thing that jumps out at the reader is that she does not follow a formula and publish similar books in a cycle.  Each book has been dramatically different than the last.  One had a variety of swine flu wiping out the world.  The other had a very rich man freeze himself until he could be "cured" with a new body, only to discover himself in a purgatory of sorts. This book has two people dealing with life... and what happens when you fall down completely. 

I will say that so far H10N1 was my favorite, but mainly because I gravitate to those stories, not for writing quality. 


Hickory Flat Books; First Edition edition (March 8, 2013)

Book Description:
Frank Barnes is content living on the streets of Atlanta. A soup kitchen and a makeshift shanty sure beat his days as a POW in Vietnam. But Chloe Roberts can’t handle the eviction that sends her into the hell of homelessness. With no family or friends to turn to, Chloe and her children are sucked into the traumatic world of night shelters, and dangerous predators.

When they bump into each other at the soup kitchen, Frank offers Chloe a glimmer of hope that she can pull her life back together. She rekindles his lost sense of self-worth by taking his mind off his own problems. But they will not meet again until Frank is riding high as a working man, and Chloe has hit rock bottom.

By helping Chloe rebuild her broken life, Frank banishes the demons from his own past. Unfortunately, the past comes strolling back into their lives, threatening to destroy the happiness they have finally found.



After working for fifteen years as a cafeteria manager in an elementary school, I turned in my non-skid shoes for a bathrobe and slippers. Now I work at home, writing novels, ranting on Facebook and Twitter, and occasionally whisking a Swiffer across dusty surfaces.

Like thousands of others, I thought I could write romance, but soon discovered I was a dismal failure. I did increase my repertoire of adjectives such as throbbing, pulsing, thrumming, vibrating, hammering, pumping . . .

I live in the country north of Atlanta with my husband, and two molly-coddled cats. My two grown sons occasionally visit for clean laundry and a hot cooked meal.