Book Review: “His Revenge” by John W. Howell @HowellWave #RRBC #THRILLER


Hello and welcome to my Book Review Of “His Revenge” by John W. Howell.

bio-pic-john-howellMeet the Author

John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels and short stories. He also has a daily blog at where he writes about a number of subjects related to reading, writing, and life in general. John lives on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife Molly and their spoiled rescue pets. He can be reached by e-mail at


America loves John Cannon, its newest hero, and the President wants to present him with the highest civilian medal for bravery for saving the Annapolis midshipman from a terrorist plot to destroy them. While in Washington for the award ceremony, John unwillingly becomes an accomplice in another plan by the same group to attack the credibility of the US President and the stability of the worldwide oil market. There is no way out as John either becomes a traitor to America or causes thousands of innocent people to die if he refuses.
The second John J. Cannon Thriller moves from a barrier Island off the coast of Texas to Washington DC, then to Northern California, and finally to Ecuador. John is on the receiving end of an offer he cannot, refuse. His avowed enemy Matt Jacobs now wants John to help him shake the reputation of the US in the world political arena. If John refuses, Matt plans to murder innocent Americans including John’s latest relationship. John’s only way out is to pretend to go along with the plan and hope for a miracle.

The first John J. Cannon Thriller is titled My GRL.

 MY REVIEW: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Can’t wait to read the next in this series!

This is the second book I have read by this author. The first in this series is ‘My GRL’ which I enjoyed immensely, so I was looking forward to seeing just how things evolved in book 2.

I’m so pleased that I have read this series in order, although “His Revenge” could stand alone, I’m already a little familiar with the central character of John Cannon.

Familiar enough for me to already have formed a very real and almost comfortable liking for him. Author John W Howell allows us to become a part of just what makes reluctant hero Cannon tick, whilst still managing to surprise us with actions that are both a little uncharacteristic and yet highly understandable.

I’m reminded (happily) of Tom Clancy’s marvelous characterization of ‘Jack Ryan’ not so much by the actions of that character, but by the inherent decency of the man. Not so much naivety as an all pervading sense of what’s right.

Author John Howell evolves that differently with John Cannon. Nonetheless, he crafts a memorable and intensely readable persona.

Much has been said by others about the plot. I found it not only intriguing, but also formulated with a certain knowledge of just what makes readers eager to turn that next page.

Cannon is taken and drugged by terrorists out to destroy not only the American economy but to cause a worldwide financial crisis with all the possible catastrophic flow on that would ensue. He is forced to make a choice. He either records an interview that will blatantly lie, and consequently destroy the country he loves, financially, or, face the consequence of the death of a woman he has come to care for and all the many hundreds of other folks recovering from injuries at Bethesda Naval Hospital.

Faced with a dilemma that no man would ever want to make a conscience call on, John Cannon agonizes over what will do the greatest harm.

The action packed conclusion is stunning. The dialogue excellent, and my eagerness to read book 3 of the series caused me to buy ‘ Our Justice’ immediately.

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BOOK REVIEW: “Subnormal” Book 1 of the ‘Subnormal’ series. By Stuart Kenyon @StuartKenyon81 #RRBC #Dystopian #IARTG



Imagine a utopia where every person has a purpose and not a single life is wasted.

Britain has become a hive-like world, with even the weakest and most vulnerable playing their part in the nation’s transformation. Crime is low, employment high.

But all is not quite as it seems. Though the revolution was quiet and bloodless, countless lives have been torn apart before our very eyes. Whilst the silent majority are mysteriously duped into collaboration, dissenters are ignored or punished. Democracy, civil liberties and equality are replaced by corruption, discrimination and segregation.

Paul, who has Asperger’s Syndrome, knows slavery in the Zone is intrinsically unnatural. His first personal rebellion at Industrial Zone Four is crushed and he is forced to suffer alone for years in silence. Until his younger brother, Tommy, is also declared “subnormal” and sent to the Zone following an accident.

Allied with a handful of fellow Zoners and free-thinkers from the outside world, the brothers defy the powers-that-be. Can they beat the odds and restore to the British people a freedom few can remember?


MY REVIEW.🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 All it takes to be a classic!

I was recently fortunate enough to hear a radio interview with author Stuart Kenyon. His story,  and what prompted it, fascinated and moved me enough to purchase ‘Subnormal’. I am utterly delighted that I did so.

This is Dark Dystopian fiction at its absolute best. I’ve long held Aldous Huxleys’ ‘Brave New World’, and George Orwell’s classic Nineteen eighty-four ‘1984’, as the benchmark for Dystopian novels, and this book will now be added to that very short list.

Much has been said about the complexities and excellent plot development of ‘Subnormal’ and I agree that they are superbly crafted.

However I was more drawn to the depth of this authors characterizations. Author Stuart Kenyon allows us to absorb his characters, soaking them in like an aged piece of blotting paper, at times leaving us saturated and emotionally flayed.

He has a deep and abiding empathy with those that are wrongly perceived as too different, and therefore deemed as somehow threatening and suspected of being imperfect, or only partially constructed, and accordingly unfit to belong to the inner-sanctum of what is widely perceived as ‘normal’.

Author Stuart Kenyon invites us to feel them sweat; we are there with them as they begin the embryonic stage of defiance. We shake at their confusion, and tremble with their fear, such is his mastery of his chosen craft.

The plot moves ever faster as the ending moves closer. This book left me short of breath. Better yet, it made me think. I can’t recommend it highly enough. It’s gutsy, and the brilliant plot is terrifyingly possible.

Book 2 the ‘SUBNORMAL’  Great Britain as a Dystopian Society series is waiting, and I’m eagerly looking forward to reading it ‘SUPERNORMAL’

book-cover-stuart-kenyon-supernormal-book-2and Book 3 in the series is “Postnormal” book-cover-stuart-kenyon-postnormal-book-3



A miracle I want to share. Christmas Morning 1966. 2:00 A.M.

 I want to share something very special with you. faint-echoes-christmas-miracle


The Christmas season is the harshest of all when you live on the streets.

On ANY streets … In ANY town.

A miracle happened in our small dark world that hot and steamy Christmas morning all those long years ago.

It was not a ‘miracle’ of biblical proportions, yet for us, it was a miracle that we would hold in our memories forever, to be taken out and looked at whenever life grew harsher.

I have taken the chapter from my memoir, and I am sharing it with you here.

I hope that it makes you nod in understanding.

I am smiling through my tears as I remember…..

 “Faint Echoes of Laughter” Book 2 of the “Standing Tall & Fighting Back.” Series. Non-Fiction. Memoir.

Chapter 7

Christmas was barely a week or so away, and the mood wasn’t good.

Christmas out here meant different things to each of us I guess.

My memories of Christmas’s past were all bad. Even last year when I’d been on the streets alone for barely a month had bad stuff attached to it, yet it hadn’t been nearly as bad as the ones I had lived with back in the home I called ‘hell central’.

I asked Baby Jenny to come for a walk with me down to see Big Mike. I wanted to ask him if he could scrounge up some left over decorations to put up in the ‘palace’ to lighten the mood up a little.

He gave me a thoughtful nod, and said he’d “see what he could do.”

He spoke to Jenny…”I swear you get prettier every day, Jenny. Don’t let Sassy here teach you any bad habits.”

Jenny grinned at him too shy to respond.

I kept my mouth shut except for a “Gee thanks … Big Mike”

He smiled and wandered off, and we headed back up to the palace. We spent a lot of time outdoors during the heat of the summer. The cooler breezes from the water were good. The heat inside our metal home was dreadful.

When a week had passed and we hadn’t seen Big Mike we figured that he had forgotten. It was disappointing; but he didn’t owe us anything; and after all he had helped us out with Momma and other stuff like wood for the fire in winter, so we didn’t really expect the decorations, we just hoped for them.

Jenny was extra quiet. I wondered if she would ever be able to talk about why she was here. I didn’t ask her. I hadn’t discussed my background with any of them, even Jamie. So I understood that it was not open for general discussion.

Christmas Eve dawned fiery red. It was going to be a very, very, hot day according to the radio forecasts, with a cool southerly change expected later in the evening.

We all headed up to Hyde Park very early and took a Christmas bath in our favorite fountain. At least the palace wouldn’t stink quite so badly for Christmas day.

It was tempting to just jump in the ocean so close to the Palace, but Big Mike had warned us all about the sharks, so we didn’t dare.

Sydney Harbor wasn’t the safest place to swim. We planned on heading down to the Botanical Gardens for a swim in the lake that evening. We figured there wouldn’t be many people around because it was Christmas Eve.

The sky began to look dark and threatening early in the afternoon. The southerly buster was heading up the coast rapidly. We were all unusually quiet and sitting around outside in the shade of the container when we heard the sound of vehicles heading toward the Palace.

We headed around the front to see who had arrived and watched in stunned amazement as Big Mike and two of the other guys whose names I can’t recall, began unloading boxes of stuff from their cars and placing it in the shaded opening of our tin home.

Big Mike looked uncomfortable; if possible, he was even gruffer than usual. “You lot need feeding up, so we brought you some stuff.”

We were all too stunned to say much at all, these hard men were all smiling and a little red faced. I swear if they could have, that they would have scuffed their shoes in the dirt like little kids with embarrassment.

Big Mike shook Jamie’s hand and accepted the ‘thank you’ from him.

I was speechless which wasn’t a common occurrence, I just grinned like mad and gave the guys a hurried “Thanks.”

They were the unlikeliest Angels you would ever see, sweaty and dirty after a long hot day’s work, the sight of them unloading the Christmas goodies and punching one another in the arm in a gesture common amongst males remains etched starkly in my memory.

Big Mike reached into the front seat of his car, and pulled out a parcel that was wrapped up in Christmas paper, with bright ribbons attached. He walked over and handed it to Baby Jenny.

She looked confused and wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“The women picked this out for ya, little one.” Big Mike said.

Jenny still wasn’t sure what to do.

“Go ahead and open it, Jenny.” Jamie said.

“Um, later. Later. Okay?” she replied looking very unsure of herself.

She looked at the men, and gave them one of her sweet smiles, “Don’t matter what it is. I never had a present before, so…Um…Yeah, thanks, thanks a lot.”

The men seemed to understand that she needed to be alone when she opened it.

As for the rest of us, we tore into those presents and boxes like there was no tomorrow…squealing in delighted surprise with everything we found.

There was more food than any of us had ever seen.

Tinned Hams, fresh pineapples, cherries and plums. Cooked Turkey and Cranberry sauce …with all the trimmings. Fifteen red t-shirts all large sizes. Paper plates, and plastic knives and forks, a can-opener. A Cooler packed with ice, a radio and spare batteries. A big crate of beer and bottles of Coke.

That night, we all huddled around the new radio; it was bigger and put out a better sound than the small transistor we had been using, we sat drinking the beer and singing our version of Christmas carols, none of them repeatable. Trust me.

Jenny sat on her sleeping place; she was a little tipsy as well having been allowed one-half of a small bottle of beer. We glanced at her as she picked up her present and watched the look on her face as she unwrapped it.

It was a baby doll, all soft and dressed in bonnet and booties with a pretty pink knitted dress. “Just what we needed, another fuckin’ mouth to feed.” she said…but the smile on her face could have lit up the entire city.

We were fed, content, and a little overwhelmed and unsure at the kindness of these people.

Typically, we questioned the motive behind it. We all wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, they had done it for no motive other than the wish to make this Christmas a good place for us to be. It was an alien experience but a welcome one.

We had only sampled a little of the huge amount of food, deciding to save the rest for Christmas Day

That night we were all tipsy. Strangely quiet as we bedded down for the night. I think we were all a little overwhelmed by the generosity of these men.

It was around 2.00 am Christmas morning I guess when I felt something was wrong. Whatever the something was, it wouldn’t let me sleep. I couldn’t place it immediately. It was a strange sense of something missing, and it troubled me.

Jamie was on watch; I climbed over the others and hunkered down next to him. Jamie smiled at me and said, “You too hey, Sassy?”

“Yeah, I guess–what is it? Something’s different.”

We sat a while just listening. Then Jamie said, “Oh shit! It’s Jenny, she’s not crying!”

My heart was in my mouth. Jamie grabbed the torch and we played it across the others, several of them were already awake, and wondering what the hell was happening. Jenny had cried herself to sleep every night since she’d come to this place. It was a sound we all tried not to hear. She couldn’t be comforted, we weren’t permitted that close. She’d been here for two years now. Jenny was around eight-years-old.

Jenny lay on her side, sound asleep with both arms wrapped around that doll so tight there was no space between them.

That was the first time I had cried in a very, very, long time. I glanced at the others, without exception we were all affected the same way. No one wanted to look at anyone else, shit we were supposed to be the toughest kids on the block! Hell, we were the only kids on the block. That Christmas was the first real day of Jenny’s childhood. From then on, Christmas became Jenny’s birthday.

I’d like to tell you that a miraculous change came over her. That she was instantly transformed. In a make believe world she’d be outside singing all the hits from ‘The Sound of Music’ and wearing a pretty new dress and shoes.  But this is the real world, and the changes took place over time.

Jenny named her doll, Francine.

The greatest change of all; was that, from that night, for all the years that Baby Jenny remained in our world, she never cried herself to sleep again.


Many years have passed since that long ago Christmas Eve. My darling Jenny has gone.

So many of my Christmas Eves’ over time have been special ones. But the one I recall with tears of happiness on my face, and a smile in my heart … is this one.

Jenny lost her battle with life in September of 2008.

The doll Francine was buried with her.

BOOK REVIEW: “The Chronicles of Diasodz.BOOK 1 THE ONE DISCOVERED” By Yvette M. Calleiro @YvetteMCalleiro #RRBC

 Welcome all to my Review of “The Chronicles of Diasodz. BOOK 1 THE ONE DISCOVERED” By Yvette M. Calleiro.



Meet author Yvette M Calleiro.yvette-piccie-larger

Yvette M. Calleiro is a heavily addicted reader of both young adult and adult novels.  She spends most of her free time psuedo-living in paranormal worlds with her fictional friends (and boyfriends). She’s also been known to run on the elliptical machine at her gym for hours while reading anything from paranormal to fantasy to suspenseful thrillers. When she’s living amongst real people, Yvette M. Calleiro is a high school Reading teacher. She’s been sharing her love of literature with her students for over seventeen years. Besides writing about the various characters that whisper (and sometimes scream) in her head, she enjoys traveling, watching movies, spending quality time with family and friends, and enjoying the beauty of the ocean. Yvette lives in Miami, Florida, with her beautiful son who allows her to enjoy children’s literature all over again. She also shares her space with an assortment of crazy saltwater animals in her 300-gallon tank.


How do you choose when both options have dire consequences?

Sofia is a 17 year old who is quite content with her life. She has a caring boyfriend who also just happens to be her best friend since birth. She has a loving mother. She is successfully completing her last year of high school and enjoys her part-time job. She can’t imagine wanting more from her life…until Ar’ch (pronounced Ar-rick) enters her dreams, sparking a burning flame inside of her that she can’t seem to extinguish nor does she want to.

Ar’ch is a Diasodz (Die-ah-sodz), a species created by the Goddess back when God created humans. Diasodz were made to heal and protect humans, but when the Diasodz turned their backs on helping humans and left Earth to live in their own world, the Goddess abandoned them. Since then, their powers and their very lives have been fading. A prophecy foretold that a young girl born on Earth would be the Diasodz’s savior. Ar’ch and his brother, Angel, travel to Earth to retrieve her and bring her back to their world before her death day in order to save their kind. Ar’ch knows the drill: find the target, capture her, and safely bring her home. But what happens when the target captures his dormant heart?

Choices create action. Actions have consequences. When faced with the truth, what choice will Sofia make? Will she be able to accept the consequences that follow?

MY REVIEW: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Pure Gold!

I love finding a new genre (For myself) to read. The wonderful cover captured my attention, and I’m delighted that I explored further.

This is no ordinary story. Author Yvette M Calleiro has woven intricate threads into the weave of this book. Sofia has lived her entire life anticipating normalcy, a safe and rather dull life, devoid of massive ups and devastating lows. She believed herself to be content.

When Ai’ch erupts into her safe, clean, clear world, she is afraid of the chemistry he ignites. Her conflict is beautifully handled by this author, there are no clichéd characterizations happening here.

This author doesn’t treat the market she writes for as naive, rather, she allows for the fact that the young adults of 2016 are evolving constantly, and she acknowledges for and encourages that. This book delves into the conflicted emotions and choices that young people must deal with, but done in such a way that consequences follow every choice they make. The primary characters are clearly delineated emotionally, with enough being left to the readers own interpretation to further enhance the reading experience.

The peoples described  as the Diasodz are clearly visual with tempting lures to drive the reader further into the story.

Author Yvette M Calliero has a fast-paced style, and a deft touch. I believe that not only the YA market, but many adults would benefit from reading her work. I am looking forward with high anticipation to reading book 2.

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Have yourself an “Aussie” little Christmas. Aka Great food, Great company and a place filled with love!


Well, hello lovely folks, and thanks for stopping by. Grab a spot in the shade and pull up a chair … great food … great company … and my friends are always welcome here.

This year I will be sharing Christmas Day with family. How lovely that is. I live with my daughter and grandson, given that my grandson is only four and a half I’m guessing we’ll be up before sunrise and waiting to surprise Santa!

Later in the day we will be sitting down to Christmas Lunch with our extended family, We have been invited again to the lovely home of my ex-husband and still best friend, his wife and their beautiful daughter. My Grandsons daddy will also be there.

We will laugh and grow teary remembering loved ones no longer with us, but living on forever in our happiest memories.

We will eat till we are sated, and raise a glass or two of whatever takes our fancy. Then we open the gifts waiting under the tree. (If almost five-year-old Grandson can bear to wait that long.)

From one setting … christams-aussie-style

To the next … christmas-barbecue-best

We celebrate such a richly diverse day here, no matter what the setting or where you are in Australia you can be certain that you will be warmly welcomed.

Here are a couple of RECIPES for just two of the dishes I’ll be preparing and sharing this year.




  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon sea salt flakes
  • 2.5 kg or 5lb-6ozs pork leg roast
  • 2 onions, thickly sliced
  • 4 Jazz apples, thickly sliced
  • 1/4 cup maple syrup
  • 1 teaspoon thyme sprigs
  • Roast potatoes, to serve (see tip)


  1. Step 1

    Preheat oven to 230C or 210C fan-forced. OR 440 to 420 Fahrenheit. Rub oil and salt over pork, pressing into scored rind. Place in a roasting tin and cook for 45 mins. Reduce oven to 180°C or 160°C fan.   OR  350 to 320 Fahrenheit. Cook for 30 mins.

  2. Step 2

    Place thick onion slices around the pork and top with the apple slices. Drizzle the maple syrup over the apple slices and return to the oven for another 30 mins, or until pork is cooked through. Remove from oven.

  3. Step 3

    Scatter thyme sprigs over the apple. Rest pork for 10 mins, before slicing. Serve with caramelised apple and onion and roast potatoes. Drizzle over pan juices.




 4 egg whites

    1 cup caster sugar

    1 teaspoon white vinegar

    2 cups thickened cream

    2 ripe mangoes, sliced thinly

    6 passionfruit, pulp removed


  • Method
  1. Step 1

    Preheat oven to 140°C.  280 Fahrenheit. Line a baking tray with nonstick baking paper.

  2. Step 2

    Place egg whites in the bowl of an electric mixer and beat until soft peaks form. Gradually add caster sugar a little at a time, beating well between each addition, until thick and glossy. Fold through white vinegar.

  3. Step 3

    Transfer the mixture to the prepared tray and, using a large spatula, form into a disc shape.

  4. Step 4

    Place in preheated oven and bake for 1 hour 15 minutes or until a skewer inserted into the center comes out clean. Turn off the oven and allow the pavlova to cool for 1-2 hours. Do not open the door until the oven has completely cooled.

  5. Step 5

    Whip cream until medium peaks form and spread over the cooled pavlova. Decorate with mangoes and passionfruit.

    Searching for a cold drink? Here we are …



  • 750ml (3 cups) chilled unsweetened pineapple juice
  • 185ml (3/4 cup) Malibu liqueur
  • 125ml (1/2 cup) Bacardi rum
  • 1 cup ice cubes
  • 500g chilled rockmelon, deseeded, peeled, coarsely chopped
  • Thin rockmelon wedges, to serve


  1. Step 1

    Place the pineapple juice, Malibu, Bacardi, ice and rockmelon in the jug of a blender and blend until smooth.

  2. Step 2

    Divide the mixture among serving glasses. Place a melon wedge on the edge of each glass to serve.

    And then of course for the young ones and those of us who don’t drink alcohol…we have a Tropical Peach MOCKTAIL.


  • Crushed ice
  • 900ml peach nectar
  • 1.2L soda water



Step 1Place a scoop of ice in each glass, top with 60ml nectar and 80ml soda water. SERVE. 

And of course when in Australia indulge yourself with an ice cold Aussie Beer …


Before the magical day ends, take a moment to smile, a moment to reflect on just how very lucky we are to be free to celebrate this day.  A quiet moment of gratitude that will enrich your spirit, and guide your heart.

Merry Christmas …Everyone.



Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke. Three VERY Different Books: ONE very Different author.

Evocative … Provocative … and Proud.


Well, Hi there! I’m so pleased you stopped by. Kick your shoes off, sit a moment, let’s get to know one another.

So, my name is Suzanne Burke. My friends call me Soooz, I hope you will soon join them.

Here I am …

Soooz: November 2016.

I live in the beautiful city of Sydney Australia. I quite literally grew up on the streets of my city, I know her intimately, I love her dearly.


I’m an author. I love the sound of that. I love the fact that I can respond with those words whenever I’m asked what I do for a living.

Yup! I’m an author. It took five decades to begin to write “Empty Chairs” Book 1 of the Standing Tall and Fighting Back series. It is my memoir, the beginning of my journey.  The subject of ‘Child Abuse’ is confronting, there is no getting around that. But I am here. I did more than survive my life. I lived it! and I continue to live it, in happy anticipation of the next sunrise.



Stacey Danson, lived through and beyond horrific child abuse. This book tells of her brutal beginnings, the streets of Sydney at the age of eleven were preferable to the hell she endured at home. She ran, and those streets became her home for five years. She was alone, ill, and afraid. Stacey also had an unshakeable belief that she would do more than just survive her life. She would not allow her future to be determined by the horrors of her childhood. She reached out for something different; there had to be more to life; if she could only find it. She had a dream of a life where pain and humiliation had no place. She was determined to find that life. Empty Chairs is the beginning of the journey. Now she is living the dream.

Here is just one, of over 380  4.5 and 5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Reviews. For EMPTY CHAIRS.

Format: Kindle Edition

When I began reading Empty Chairs by Stacey Danson I was completely unprepared for what I would find. If it were a novel, I would have put it down. The matter-of-fact narration depicting extreme sexual exploitation of a small child by her mother turned my stomach. But Empty Chairs isn’t a novel. It is Stacy Danson’s life story. I read on through tears; my heart filled with horror, sympathy, and anger. But I read on.

In her superbly written auto-biography, the author unfolds a vision of hell that few can imagine, but is the life of far too many innocent children in our society. Stacy was beaten brutally and repeatedly. She was forced to service a stream of men who paid her mother – not occasionally, but every day. When her mother wasn’t pleased with her performance Stacy was locked away in a dark closet where claustrophobia threatened her sanity. Stacy was only three.

Her earliest memories are of abuse. Stacy was only five when her mother sold her virginity to the highest bidder and she was brutally raped. The daily torment continued until Stacy, in an amazing act of defiance, at last said no and ran away. She had only been allowed to attend three years of school, between six and nine years old, and at eleven was alone on the harsh streets of Kings Cross in Sydney, Australia. But Stacy survived.

In her short time attending school she learned to read. Her love of reading, and her hunger for knowledge, has continued for over forty years, as is apparent in her masterful writing. Horrific details of her life are delivered in almost emotionless, matter-of-fact clarity, and her dark humor is equally dead-pan. Yes, I laughed at times, in a very somber way. But without that detachment and humor the story would be too tragic to read.

She emailed the book link . and told me it was her auto-biography and might be hard to read. I never imagined. It was the hardest thing I have ever read. I can not possibly understand how hard it was to write.

Though I think this book should be read by every adult on the planet, I must warn you it is a glimpse into hell. Stacy carries the emotional and physical scars, some severe, to this day, but I am amazed she even survived. It is far more unfathomable that she grew into such a strong and beautiful human being, and equally wonderful writer. I am quite honored now to be on her friends list. But as she says, she didn’t just survive, she choose to live, and she choose to speak out and shine a light into the dark corners of our world that most of us chose to ignore.

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Book 2



The shocking and spirited sequel to the much-praised ‘Empty Chairs’. Life on the streets of Sydney was preferable to the nightmare Stacey Danson had survived in the hell that was home.

She hit the streets running at the age of eleven, and armed with a flick-knife and a fierce determination to live a different life, she began the journey from the 1960s to today. For those that came to know ‘Sassy girl’ in ‘Empty Chairs’, and for those caring people that asked how her life worked out from there, ‘Faint Echoes of Laughter’ continues the story.

For those that haven’t met her yet, this book stands alone as a tribute to the kindness of strangers, the loyalty of true friendships and the way things really are on the streets of any town …. anytime.

One of over 183  5  🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Reviews.

Format: Kindle Edition

I, like everyone else who has reviewed it, found this book very moving, and so completely honest. Stacey Danson has a rare gift of description; she brings places to life in very few words. But her ability to share emotions is even more striking, and in fact it left me breathless. It’s a while since I read Empty Chairs – I’d forgotten how good this writer is at this sort of thing.
Ms. Danson plunges straight into the story and suddenly we are right there in the damaged container in the docks with her, meeting Momma and Cassie and Jamie and Baby Jenny and herself, ‘Sassy.’ All these characters emerge so deftly and subtly that it seems we have known them for a long time and understand them fully. This was one book which I couldn’t stop reading – I had to read on, to hear how they coped with Momma’s baby, to find out what happened next to these brave children whose independence was so impressive, and who lived together as so much more of a family than most real families, looking after and caring for each other. Ms. Danson’s courage in writing this has produced a book which is in a class of its own. Her courage and her writing ability both deserve the highest praise.



Purchase Faint Echoes of Laughter here on Amazon.AU

Purchase series “Standing Tall & Fighting Back” here.

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Book 3 in the ‘Standing Tall & Fighting Back) series is “Still Sassy at Sixty!” It will be out in March 2017.

My Fictional works are written under S. BURKE.

Book 1 of the'(Unintended Consequences) series. “ACTS OF BETRAYAL” A no holds bared psychological thriller.  Uncompromisingly brutal & Terrifyingly possible.


Acts Beyond Redemption takes you on a twisted, deadly, journey.

Mike Matheson is head of a Special Task Force set up by the F.B.I to track down and apprehend the serial killers responsible for 18 brutal murders.

The team are exhausted, frustrated, and ready to burn out after almost five years and no leads.
Their nightmares are stripping them to the bone.

Nothing has prepared them for this.
Someone on the inside is deflecting their weary eyes away from an incomprehensible and shattering truth.

Who will be buried in the shattered remains of a country where freedom and honor are treasured above all things?

Just how far will those elected to protect and defend go, to keep the American dream alive?

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on November 14, 2016
ACTS BEYOND REDEMPTION is a thrill ride that stays with you long after you’ve finished. A complex, fast-paced novel that grabs your attention from the very start, S Burke masterfully delivers an intricate story of greed, ambition, and murder that will shock you. We meet the members of a Special Task Force set up by the F.B.I to track down and apprehend the serial killers responsible for 18 brutal murders. After five years of dead ends, the team undercover new information that poses more questions than answers. What ensues is a quest for justice, where allegiances are suspect, and nothing is what it seems.
Are the killings the brutal work of a sadistic serial killer? A conspiracy of a soiled government? F.B.I? C.I.A?
This is one of the best suspenseful thrillers I have read in a very long time. The character development is superb, and the pace is fast and intense! With twists and revelations, and numerous points of view, this is a book that demands your attention. A spectacular thrill ride, and I highly recommend it!
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I don’t often give books a five star review because every once in a while a book will come along and truly knock my socks off. This is one such book. From the very start the reader is on a quest to find out what is going on with the author never quite revealing what you expect. You’ve heard stories described as a roller coast ride – well this one loops the loop, twists and turns in unexpected places, running at a pace that leaves you breathless, with a nightmarish trip through a ghost tunnel thrown in for good measure.
By the end of the story you are not sure anyone is who they claim to be or who will be left alive. Fantastic story. Looking forward to the next one!


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BOOK 2 in the series (Unintended Consequences) is ACTS OF BETRAYAL. AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER IN JANUARY 2017.


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