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Sunday, October 11, 2015


I am so proud to announce G. A. VanDruff's first book, ESCAPE CLAUSE. VanDruff offers a refreshing new voice to the world of paranormal romance mysteries. Funny and gripping at the same time. I read her book and loved it. I'm betting you will too.


Oscar night. Jaqie Shanahan’s roommate and best friend, Jeep McBain, wins the statue for best screenplay. And disappears.
Murdered? An accident? Fear of success? Whatever the reason, her fun-loving, womanizing, self-centered Jeep McBain vanishes without a trace—without even a good-bye.

One year later, Jaqie has a successful screenplay of her own, and finds a new best friend in Madrille Keiser, Hollywood’s biggest star. But without Jeep to share in her success, Jaqie realizes it’s time to take a break. Time to come to grips with the hard truth that Jeep is forever gone.
Turns out, she’s half-right.
Jaqie, her dog, and her gecko sail away for a working vacation in the Caribbean. She and her little tribe anchor offshore and decide it’s a great day to take the dinghy and do some old-fashioned beachcombing for seashells—like the pictures in the brochure.

What they find is a dead guy in a great suit bobbing just shy of high tide, and a sort-of-dead guy in baggy shorts and a Hawaiian shirt chasing seagulls off the body.

Jeep McBain may not be alive and well in Puerto Rico, but his ghost is.

And he’s engaged.

“Jaqie, her name is Clarice. She’s real. Like me, real. We’re going to spend the rest of whatever this is,” he outlined his transparent torso, “together. We like all the same things. Plus, we were both bludgeoned to death. How great is that?”

But, first ...
Jaqie must find out who murdered Jeep and the love of his afterlife so the happy couple can Move On.
Provided ...
Jaqie can convince the chief of police that she did not kill Jeep. That she can keep the killers from killing her. That she can get the job done without Madrille’s head of security, Paul Bracken, getting in her way and under her skin. Constantly. Paul with the sea-green eyes and hair that is way too long and far too unruly for former military.
None of which is listed in the brochure about seashells.



The weird thing about the ghost who stood watching the seagulls eat the corpse's nose was that the corpse wasn't his. The body, just shy of high tide, lay spread-eagled on its back in a finely tailored suit. The ghost, on the other hand, was dressed for the beach, slender, clean-shaven and transparent. I mean, you couldn't see his liver, or anything unsettling like that, but you could definitely watch the sunrise through where his liver probably was—or had been.
I’d left my pocketbook back on my boat, hanging on a hook in the galley. It was stuffed with brochures promising me a Caribbean paradise. Typical turquoise waters, tropical breezes, palm fronds kind of fare. Birds brunching on a middle-aged, white male stretched out surfside had not been among the images promoted by Puerto Rico's Board of Tourism. Guaranteed.
I pushed the outboard’s throttle and backed up ever so slowly. We puttered beyond the folds of whitecaps and ducked behind a lone, house-sized rock tossed down by an ancient glacier two or three eons before I blundered onto this beach. I shut off the engine. Doofus wanted to swim. Labradors always want to swim, but I shook my head no, so he sighed and stared off in the opposite direction. I needed to pull myself together.
I creased a mental sheet of paper and made two columns. PLAUSIBLE and CALL A THERAPIST.
Ten minutes later, the only item under PLAUSIBLE was a man in a suit dead on the beach. The suit was unusual but I’m sure business men enjoyed a stroll along the shifting sands like anybody else. He must be dead because he had made no attempt to shoo the seagulls off his face.
The ghost had assumed that responsibility.
Acknowledging I was studying the activities of a ghost, checked the first box in the Therapy column. And the ghost reminded me of Jeep McBain.
Box number two. Check.
It was the way he danced around flapping at the gulls. But considering that for the past year, everything reminded me of my best friend and roommate did not make that a startling conclusion.
Since the night he won the Oscar for best screenplay—Jeep had taken me as his Plus One—I’d not stopped searching for him at every turn. Around every glacial rock.
The last six weeks sailing to Puerto Rico had given me other things to think about—sinking, sharks, pirates—but Jeep was always at the periphery. Like a ghost.
Like this ghost.
The water pulsed off the rock and kept kicking us seaward so I set the oars and pulled long, silent strokes toward the beach until the gentle surf carried us to shore. I fanned myself with my straw hat, wiped the sweat from my eyes, grabbed the bow line and stepped off into the cool Caribbean up to my knees.
Like they say, the first step to recovery is admitting there was a problem. And Jeep McBain was a big problem. If I was hallucinating, I’d call the Hot Line in the morning. If this ghost was Jeep, who would I call about that? Jeep would say Ghostbusters and roll around on the sand laughing.
I turned to wrestle the dinghy further up on the beach. My ninety-pound dog acting as ballast wasn't making the job any easier. “Doofus, out!” He jumped overboard and headed out to sea.
“Hey! Get back here!” Men. At least this one came back when I called.

GA VanDruff started writing at twelve. First published at thirty-two. Life does get in the way. What happens is—experiences creep up behind you and you get to put them in books.
She sailed the Chesapeake Bay, crewed in the Caribbean, loved her Lab, Dexter, and never once met a ghost. The gecko in her life? They shared many a sunset on the deck in St. Augustine.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2015


My book TAMING JENNA IS ON SALE....$ .99


Deserted by her father at the tender age of seven, Jenna Leigh-Whittington had taught herself to ride, shoot, brawl…and steer clear of the opposite sex. But now, in a lonely Utah canyon, the Pinkerton agent has drawn her gun on a rugged stranger—only to discover that, far from the dangerous outlaw she’d been tracking, he is Branch McCauley, hired gun…and the most irresistible rascal ever to tempt and torment a woman!

If there’s one thing McCauley trusts less than a female, it’s a female who packs a six-gun. But what a woman! Vowing to bring the sensuous hellcat to heel, McCauley has no inkling that their passionate battle of wills has just begun. Taming Jenna will be the most seductive—and satisfying—job he’s ever taken on.

Sunday, September 20, 2015


Check out Mail Order Bride Tess (Book 2), on sale this week!

Leah is a school teacher in Albany, New York during the 1880s who was devoted to her mother until she passed away. Her father lost his business and Leah did not want to spend the rest of her life living with her protective brother. She begins to correspond with a man from Montana who ran an ad for a mail order bride. Could she have found someone who also loves literature and shares so many of her interests?

How does Leah handle her brother's negative reactions to the correspondence that now was the focus and light of her life? Can she leave the desperate situation in New York and find that joy that her heart dreams? Or is she destined to live a life without fulfillment?

Will Leah find happiness in Montana? What secrets does her love keep to himself that makes him so hard to reach and read? Can Leah help Henry open up his heart or will she give up? Can his scars heal from the past?

This is a stand-alone story without a cliffhanger and a clean wholesome romance. Note that Mail Order Bride Tess which is Book 2 in the series is now available as well as Mail Order Bride Felicity which is Book 3 at Amazon and that all of these books are free to read if you belong to Kindle Unlimited or Amazon Prime. Each can be read by itself independently.


Monday, September 14, 2015


Cover by Charlene Raddon of Cover-Ops

This book is a biography of a woman I have loved and admired for the whole of my life.
In December 1944 a German family of seven were captured and convicted of war crimes for harbouring Jews.
I have known this story for most of my life. In the twilight of her years, this lady has decided that it is time for her story to be told, so it will be recorded for future generations.
The woman and her sister were interned in Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp until Liberation on 13 April 1945.
This is a true account of her experience.

Hanover, Lower Saxony
The house looked the same as every other dwelling in the street. Two story, attached, weathered stone. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom with indoor plumbing upstairs. An attic, where family treasures were hidden, could only be accessed through a removable panel in the ceiling of the main bedroom closet. Downstairs was a small but adequate dine in kitchen, a sitting room and a storeroom. Inside the storeroom was a staircase which led down to a basement.

The house sat opposite the banks of the Leine River. It was home to Inga Albine and her family. She had one older sister, two older brothers and one younger brother. They loved summer when they could swim and play in the water.

Inga’s father, Adaulfo, was a well-known and successful Banker. An unusual occupation for an Aryan as most Bankers were Jewish.

Inga’s mother, Alisz, was a talented seamstress but with her husband being more than capable of providing for the family, sewing was a hobby rather than a chore. Although sewing gave her a great deal of joy, her first love was her family. She adored being with her children.

Being only children, both Alisz and Adaulfo had always dreamed of having a large family. Their dream had come true. They had five healthy children, blonde haired, blue eyed. Perfect Aryans in Adolf Hitler’s eyes. Klaus, 18, Manfred 17, Elke 15, Inga 13 and Oskar 8. The girls and Oskar attended private school while the two older boys studied Engineering. They all played the violin and with the exception of Oskar, they played very well. Neighbours often praised Adaulfo and Alisz on how polite and well-mannered all five children were.

The family were prominent in the local community. They never hesitated to help people who were less fortunate than themselves.

That was to be their downfall…..

GENRE:  Non-Fiction, Historical, True Life


Laura is a middle aged lady who was born in England.

She has a compassionate nature, a great sense of humor and is a loyal friend. She also has an insatiable love of history.

Growing up, Laura would spend hours with a member of her family who she loved dearly. Over the years she was told the story of how this amazing
lady had suffered at the hands of the Gestapo and German SS.

Laura had always had a strong desire to write. She felt a responsibility to record the story as a part of her family history.

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