***AVAILABLE ON AMAZON*** (Anthony Sadana’s “The Art of the Black Card,” is a fresh, concise, irreverent instruction manual on how to succeed as an entrepreneur based on the author’s own original insights and his risk-taking record as a businessman and innovator. Although some readers have compared “The Art of the Black Card” to “Rich Dad, Poor Dad,” this is not …
Reefer Madness? Or Simply Slippery When Wet?
I certainly miss living on a sailboat. The freedom of sailing from port to exotic port. The camaraderie among the yachtie community. The healthy isometrics of balancing against port and starboard tacks. The utter breathtaking beauty of the ocean in the moonlight and at sunset and sunrise. The satisfaction of working the boat hard, then relishing a well-earned, home cooked, …
Get Your Beach Books On for Spring and Summer!
Get your beach books on! Now available on Kindle. Download the FREE Amazon Kindle reading app to your device and get ready for blue water sailing adventures and “a sexy, thrilling ride” in Jamaica aboard the forty-foot sloop, the Zephyr (A Port of No Return) and aboard the luxury yacht, the Vanora (The Shadows of the Sea) in Mexico. *****Five …
The Devil Made Me Do It
One of the best compliments I’ve received was from an editor who claimed to be blown away that I was the author of the Sea of Love sexy sailing series as well as the intriguing The Devil’s Valet. He said I had two such distinct voices he would never have guessed I’d written each of them. I wrote The Devil’s …
(Installment #5) Mothology: Revolution
Installment #5 Mothology: The Invasion BLOGROLL: REVOLUTION June 10, 2031 posted by Admin/Alison X I’m numb. And we’re all a bunch of pathetic dupes and dummies. I flew home from West Virginia today. Sam, my youngest son, is enrolled in the FBI academy there. I attended his graduation. Like most others my age, I don’t deny myself too …
(Installment #4) Mothology: The Scourge
Installment #4 Mothology: The Invasion BLOGROLL: The Scourge 24 May 2030 posted by Admin/Alison X I celebrated my fifty-third birthday yesterday. Nine years have gone by. Nine years since I buried Erica. Nine years since Jon and God knows how many other “seniors”, including my parents, have bit the proverbial dust. And they continue to die by scores …