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GENRE: Thriller
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THE HARVARD MAN - *****5 out of 5 stars Amazon review: GREAT READ! COULD NOT STOP READING. ENJOYED EVERY PAGE... July 8, 2010 By Annie "(Florida/NY) // He is brilliant, possessing intelligence most would classify as genius, and he has always believed he was destined for Harvard University. However, there is a flaw. He is also mentally unstable, a psychopath with violent tendencies. Harvard has rejected his application! Now, he is determined to exact revenge in sweeping strokes of violence that will display his brilliance and bring America’s most prestigious university to its academic knees. If he can’t have Harvard, no one can!

*****5 out of 5 stars Amazon review: Plan on some sleepless nights from not wanting to put it down! I loved this book. I think any crime/suspense fan will also. A real page turner. I don't want to be a spoiler, so won't give any specific details. The characters become very real and the author's use of words paints everything in vivid detail - By Jeannine Buckenmyer (Knoxville, TN) - July 17, 2010

“I HAVEN’T READ A THRILLER THIS GOOD SINCE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS!”– Tony Siedl, literary agent

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He mumbled irritated nonsense to a young couple who, laughing, bumped into him, apologized, and moved on. Then, closing the mental door to all other distractions and willing his mind into the clarity of absolute stillness, he started slowly across the street, albeit a little erratically as visual confirmation to his disguise, dodging among the slowly advancing traffic, hurling random incoherent words at passing vehicles. It was time to put a horrifying slice into the happy, carefree fabric that pervaded the Square. Time for everything to change, never to be the same again. Just as he had planned. With an application served in blood, The Harvard Man was going to become an integral part of their precious university. And in savage terrifying swipes of deadly genius, The Harvard Man would show all of them that there was one application they rejected that should have been accepted. Like it or not, The Harvard Man had arrived for the Fall term, and was about to announce his arrival with the boldest of strokes carved out in a burst of the hallowed color that was synonymous with Harvard: the color of crimson....

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***** 5.0 OUT OF 5 STARS AMAZON REVIEWS - CHANGING TIDES IS OUR LIFE! Jeff is everyman's sailor...we dream of far away places, exotic women and adventures. But most never make the trip, Jeff did and brings us along for a beautiful adventure with his Changing Tides and his foxy deck hands...I felt I was there with him, almost! I could not put this book down.... -By Bob Arias (Panama...Paraguay) June 6, 2010 *****

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Another roller hit us head-on and pushed me back to the base of the cutter stay, which had the only working sail still hanked on and intact. I struggled forward once again, attempting to duck the two jib control sheets, which were whipping my body unmercifully like an unseen torturer. I tried to engage the furling device in order to wind up the sail, but it had become fouled and would not turn. Then I tried to roll up what was left of the sail by turning the furler manually and discovered that parts of the shredded sail were entangled in the shrouds of the mainmast, making it impossible to roll in the sail. That’s when I noticed that the staysail was starting to rip off its stay. It was our only remaining functioning sail. I had to secure it or we would be lost in the tempest without sail power. I began crawling back to the staysail when I was lifted up by a giant breaking roller which had swept across the bow and bounced me off the canvas cockpit dodger. I ricocheted off the dodger and was cast between the two lifelines on the port side and headed downward into the churning Atlantic. I grabbed the lifeline upright stanchion in a desperate attempt to keep from being dragged alongside Changing Tides’s hull and pounded by the treacherous waves. I was waist deep in the ocean. Somehow, with all my strength, I pulled myself back on board using my left hand on the lifeline stanchion and my right hand on a deck cleat. Straining with all my might and soaking wet from the waist down, I managed to roll back between the bottom lifeline and the deck. I had exited the vessel above the bottom lifeline and was entangled in it. I quickly disengaged my tether, passed it through the lifelines and reconnected it to my harness before the next wave hit. I hung on for dear life and began crawling forward to the staysail, which was beginning to come apart, popping brass grommets and tearing. I thought, I have to save this sail or we will be unable to return to New York, which still lay more than 750 miles ahead. I managed to reach the base of the staysail after being pounded by wave after wave and embraced its base like a long-lost brother. The onslaught of waves continued relentlessly and Changing Tides bounced like a bucking bronco. We were in a desperate situation. Every time I tried to tie down the bottom of the ripping sail, more waves tried to push me back toward the dodger. When I had just about given up hope, I prayed aloud. “Please, dear God, in the name of Jesus, please let me save this vessel.”