Bøger af Kate Taylor

Diane knows what it feels like to be on the run, involved peripherally in not just one, but two, Senators' murders and she is scared. Or she should be. She has tried to ignore the bucking bronco of her past and is attempting the same now. But can she do it yet again? And who will she ensnare in her careening ways? And whoever that might be, death seems to litter her personal landscape. Partners beware! The weave that Diane brings to the lives that she touches expands beyond two murders. She stumbles upon a cult that worships the power of the legendary Aaron's rod as well. This cult believes in the reality of the myth. It is the concept of myth as certainty and for the rod to be employed for a small group's cunning and boundless urges for dominion over one and all. Will she be buffeted beyond her abilities to control anything at all? This is the continued, monumental Isat Saga employed in the prior books from Eyes of a Pagan Queen, through White Scream, to Scythian Sorrows. The combination of steamy eroticism, facts and myths out of history, the drama of Washington DC politics and the maneuvers within, crucial moral and ethical issues, and mystery's absolute surprises blend to make the woof and warp of this book fascinating and a must read. To contemplate reading Indecent Diane is to be on the cusp of a great adventure. Move from that cusp and belt up for the wild ride! It will be the most fun had in many a turn of the page.

A card of fortune, ruin, drawn carefully, determines the fate of a beautiful woman. The merciless foreground of a female protecting her child from swords threatening and a soulless backdrop of an indifferent celestial void are the terrifying aspects of the Ten of Swords card. This beautiful woman, Grace, lives an idyllic lifestyle combining a loving and successful husband, wonderful twin sons and the freedom of owning a remote farm in New York. Her reversal of fortune is huge and swift. Her husband strays and then files for divorce in her inattention to him and obsession with the twins. And though she receives wealth in the divorce, she is shattered. She loves him still. In her distraction over this, a tragic accident occurs and one twin dies. A week later, Sammy, the surviving twin, sees his momma step from a taxi. He is overjoyed and runs to her naked and dripping from their pond. She is disconcerted by his wetness and cuffs his ear. The battle is provoked then. She is not herself but Sammy, disregarding her torment, is stirred against her. "How can she ignore you, Seth?" His delusion is beyond her; he is ever more maddened at her cruelty. Accusations of witchcraft, true deeds of torture and more death ensue. The curse is relentless. Can it be stopped? An awakening realization tips fate's hand. Then slowly, inexorably, another card is drawn.

Two women and one child named Rose. One family. A century of secrets.Rose Beth Greenhaw and Steven Weberhauser live on opposite sides of the United States. She lives in Savannah, Georgia and he lives in Seattle, Washington. Their mutual belief in the idea of the restoration of gun sanity after a school shooting in Florida brings them together in a massive demonstration in Washington, D.C. He saves her life there after the crowd panics at the sound of a possible gunshot. The two develop a cross country romance. It is so flamingly hot and beneficial that Steven quits his attorney's job and drives out to marry Beth, his Southern fiancée.There is still a wedding and honeymoon to plan in just a few days as Beth, in her impetuousness hasn't wished to delay the ceremonies even remotely. Steven arrives but is a bit confused as to Beth's sudden division of priorities. Though the wedding is still set for the very next weekend, Beth has explained that she and her mama have found an oil painting which has embroiled the family in a search to clarify their very mysterious genealogy; no one in the family knows the reasons behind their Southern location and vast wealth. The woman in the oil painting is nearly identical in looks to Beth. Who is it? Is she the person to unlock the mystery of the Greenhaw past?Steven has no problem with doing the search simultaneous to the wedding happenings.They find out that this possible antecedent of hers is a fanatical proslavery ancestor who had been a spy for the Confederacy. Beth nearly dies in the utter shame of it. Though she lives in the South, she and her family have always been activists and she believes with her entire heart that black lives matter incredibly! Her one employee, a dear friend too, is black as well.Will Steven and Beth even get married? Beth's emotions are now so in shambles that Steven wonders. Stumbling through with the help of family, friends and a very capable wedding planner, Beth and Steven do wed and Steven's office is set up. The honeymoon location is established as Tahiti.But Beth is still very angry, anxious and depressed about having found Rose O'Neal Greenhow as the strongest candidate for her family's source of wealth. She despises the woman as a Confederate spy who yields to no one in her rigid belief that slavery is fundamental to the industrial, plantation way of Southern life. Beth thinks that belief is a grotesquery and emotionally can't handle that this might be the grand matriarch of the family.Steven has to take over the search because it is so painful and devastating to Beth. And when he finds that this Confederate spy drowns in an attempt to get gold from the sale of her book along with likely Civil War changing documents to her Confederate allies - she fails as her gold and documents go into River Cape Fear with her seemingly - Steven tells Beth that the search has ended without a conclusion as to Beth's family's genealogical line and wealth.He expects Beth to be relieved and happy to start a new search with some other candidate or maybe even just forget about the search entirely. Instead, Beth goes berserk as she is horribly disappointed that there is no conclusion. She rages that she hates the oil portrait which spawned the search initially and goes to the attic to destroy it. As she is about to exit the attic, painting in hand, she slips and it falls into her lap face up. She stares at it malevolently one last time.And she spies a clue painted into the portrait in the background. She had seen it as she had earlier cleaned up the cellar in the overseer's house, their new home now. She races down to the attic and finds it. What is that clue? Does it hold the answers to all the questions?There's a vase of green roses. Why green roses?Read "How Grows A Green Rose" and join with Rose Beth and Steven to find the answers to the most important questions of Rose Beth's life.

History buff? Scythian Sorrows is for you. Mystery aficionado? The Sorrows is your book. Interested in the occasional sexy turn of the word. Again, you have come to the right place. Timely issues your thing? Right here, my friend. Come get it all in Scythian Sorrows. The Sorrows begins with a wild nomadic tribe riding the steppes of ancient Iran sometime around five hundred years before our Christ was born. These mounted scions of the high plains of Asia and the Near East are challenged by no other than the Great Cyrus. That is how Queen Tomyris is engaged in the sweep of history from then until now. She rides this span of time beautifully, all the while in search of her beloved and tragically lost son. She is assisted by sources of the magnificent and the godly. Passion, lust, and love ignite. Find the web and weave that Scythian Sorrows is and is all about. You are invited to sample a tome of boundless intelligence, fraught emotions, history's great pages, and insights into the function of the body politic in our own sweet and current Washington DC as it handles electric issues and bends but does not yield to corruption and manipulation. Nice to have you aboard.

A business empire has been built where its machine can gobble up the pristine forests of the great Pacific Northwest. Roscoe Weberhauser masterfully mans the helm of this company and he and his family are wealthy beyond compare.About to disown his wayward seventh son, angered at his son's defiance by becoming an attorney working to preserve forests from companies like Roscoe's own and his son's equally detestable marriage and impregnation of a simple Southern girl both now living in a Southern city, a son's ethics and a father's fury at his ideals scorned are being tested.The family legacy is thrown at Roscoe by his hated father on his father's deathbed. Hated father or not, Roscoe cannot deny the need to seek out the larger truth. So he reads it. That journey begins in Czarist Russia, ending in the present.It follows the lives of his forbearers through a battle of sons and fathers sparring repeatedly. Roscoe's head pounds.But the tome is just the first accident of fate awaiting Roscoe. The fall of the second accident solves all for him.Boom, boom, boom and a cry rings out.And then miles afar, a separate cry and the child of Rose Beth and Steven is born.

Books write themselves. There are no authors. The characters and the world of the book just take over. With that in mind, here is the fifth book in a very real world, alternate universe, where my hand, you may call me the author, is simply used as the tool to scribe the words. And that fifth book is this book, this Glitter's Graveyard. Sarah's Saga has spanned seven years so far. Or so she tells me. And she has told me her tale from the beginning. And, truly, has much more to tell. She speaks so convincingly. It must be true, even the surreal. She is a retired attorney. Her career has been cram packed with fascinating aspects as has her personal life. But I mustn't forget what she tells me of when she was twenty eight years old. She was shattered, as her husband, a Washington State Senator of monumental influence, impartial and fair to his core, was murdered. And so she was hot on the heels of a once employee of hers, probably closely tied with the planning, or, at the least, who had intimate knowledge of his death. And that led her into Mexico, Central America, Colombia; fascinating places all. So it is a wonderful reckoning of a time in Sarah's life, full of love and travail as well. But she has told me that I mustn't say more.

This is Kate Taylor's second collection of poetry. It contains fragments of thought in small verses, on the nature of the pain and suffering that arises from isolation, anxiety and depression. It is a journey of endurance from someone who struggles to understand, survive and cope with extreme hostility in adverse conditions, while trying to appear "normal" and keep dignity and self respect intact. By the author of "Abandoned: a life of shadows."

Sarah continues to reveal all the crush and crashing about of events in her life from the age of thirty one to thirty three. And the person that she tells this to is me, your humble author. To be honest, I am no more than a simple scribe to the fascinating narrative that Sarah weaves and spins around me. The once potent Aaron's rod rears its vivid double head again as it asserts itself into the machinations of a hugely secretive yet hugely successful cult that seeks power supreme. There is almost no boundary that they will not cross in order to possess that which Sarah and her clan already possess. Yet her clan is unaware of that very fact. Priestly spies surround her clan and are obsessed with finding their scepter which they believe will open the door to the kingdom of which they will then become lord and master over. This comely weapon is truly a simple wood stave, granted to Aaron, Moses' brother, so that the form and shape of beneficent glory might be deeply planted into human soil; terrain of the human spirit whereby God might then watch his flock thrive. In the wrong hands, though, this wood hewn staff shows a terrible wrath and an explosive dominance of the world about it. Humbler happenings unravel through these two short years as well. The wealthy suburbs of Washington D.C., Savannah, Georgia, and Seattle, Washington all throb with the more mundane of adultery, alcoholism, pregnancy's calling and its demise as well, the complexities of the expansion of social networking online and the incumbent rights to privacy within. There is advocacy and decency in addition. Children grow in the shelter of loving parents. A United States Senator who gives up his position midterm in order to fight what he considers to be a just and precedent setting fight. There are Supreme Court Justices who, though they are vastly hidebound by an uptight set of rigid rules that they themselves created, manage to accomplish that which is fair and reasoned. Sarah swirls through this panoply of activity and she takes me with her while I clutch her coattails as they whip in the wind and the fury of her story. And I am very fortunate to be the guest at her table. It is a table rich with delight, diversity, and the spellbinding interplay of human frailty, yet with a resourceful rise to richly conquer that fragility with gusto and a held chalice of hope that invigorates the mind. So, don't let her tale hold only my mind captive. Join me and let the facts of her life resonate within each and every one of you readers fearless enough, curious enough, and graceful enough to ride her words to a pristine and beautiful horizon.

Clotho is the goddess of time and fate. She has bestowed her cruel demonic kiss of eternal life on two friends.Many would presume the kiss a gift. The two friends know differently. The Kiss of Clotho is a curse. Eugenie, born in 1814, has lost husbands, lovers, a child and dear friends as her age never changes. Sarah, born in 1979, senses the horror of it.Mark, Sarah's husband, has been brought into the wild fray. They will try anything. They follow dreams, attempt to locate the goddesses' temple, delve into Eugenie's past in 1863. They explore stick-pin dolls, curse reversals, mirror reflections, consecrations and purification. Abject failure is all they find to remove the curse.Clotho watches without concern.

Evil and a half millennium old, older even, a long hidden diamond and chain are rediscovered and unleashed once again upon all who suffer the desire to wear it, wish it for another or fear its pain. It had been made by a dark force in the time of Bavaria's Isabeau. Its sinister, destructive ways reach into both Seattle in the new millennium and into Victorian England at the onset of its Industrial Revolution.A politician of present day Seattle, and five of the Victorian Era, a headstrong female coal miner, a coal mine owner, his wife and daughter and a Quaker barrister find their fortunes forged in the diamond's core.That core comes for each one of them as the shadow of death or the messenger of misery; misery so cruel that it's akin to death.It's also a tale of indomitable female strength as well as of murder, a scorching trial, a hanging and mystery as well.

The contagion came from her Honduran past. Its source was that of a hacienda situated upon pristine land, well-manicured, and tended by gauchos of an innocent looking demeanor. The hacienda was a sham and the innocent appearance of staff and acreage was the devil's design. Here I am again, rapt and attentive to Sarah's further exploits and adventures. Again, do not consider me the author of what was one of the nastiest times in her life. I am but a narrator. Satandor slithers from a time long past. He knew Moses, rebuked the spiritual life of a Levite tending his loamy fields around that Mount of such significance, Sinai. He rebuked it. He dealt in domestic servitude, involuntary prostitution, deceit, abuse, and death abrupt or from neglect. The clash that resounds finally is that between Alexiah and Satandor. Will her flesh submit to him again? She arches in hate and hisses and spits his direction. But is that enough to topple this demon maestro? The crack in ordinary existence rides this tale at the end. And it is a ride to not be missed. Find the saddle, let it rock you, and see if you can stay atop it. You will not regret a moment of holding the reins here. Sarah's eyes glint and gleam as she releases the words. She is a marvel. I cherish all that she says.

A priceless journal rolled and hidden in an equally priceless hollow bejeweled scepter is discovered in a dark subterranean royal basement. From huge video monitors in community meeting halls, all citizens gather to hear what will be read to them. The reading shatters all expectations. A benign, friendly society realizes that their founder was a beast not like them at all.Mutant! Outcast! A diabolic bloodthirsty rebel.And so the story was told beginning on a small planet in a three star system light years away. Panpaniscus. Proxima Centauri. Born with a malefactor gene, Nigel rejected all that he saw around him utterly and violently. Though alone, he was not to be alone long for he found the ally of his dreams. Lenny made two and it wasn't quite enough even still.They must find fertile partners or all was futile. That set them on their first sojourn into unknown oceans in the smallest of sailboats.Impossibility confronted them repeatedly. They encountered windless seas, Neolithic pagans, cannibalistic remnants and then a dormant volcano ready to erupt. Lost at sea came last.Finding shore at last brought murder and the capture of a precious space craft that they rode into the heavens.Nigel feared pursuit. He should have feared an enemy nearer at hand; a grotesque hidden enemy as vicious as he was vicious.Who survives? Obvious seeming but is survival everything? Surviving, ever surviving, again, is that everything? If its taste is ashes, how brutal is that? Brutal enough to hear soft voices calling?His malefactor gene says no.Transformation says yes.The battle goes on.The audience leaves judgement behind and becomes transfixed by it all

Eugenie Remy's spirit remains buoyed as she writes frequent love letters to her departed husband while making her way cross country once more to return mementos to her deceased husband's grieving mother.Sidestepping robbers, Indian attacks and drownings, an arrival in Providence, Rhode Island relieves her so. But wait, there's more!Becoming a conductor of the Underground Railroad, she casts aside reason and falls in love with the escaping slave she's meant to save. And he's closely pursued by a long ago tormentor of hers. All three face off as the gruesome Civil War rolls on.Who survives? Does Eugenie slip the noose of tragedy once more?She is a flame, a guiding light, wavering some, not always right. May her influence reveal that hatred and violence serve little that empathy and cooperation can't cure.

In the hoary myths of time out of mind, there is the legend of a vengeful warrior queen, an Ethiopian queen, who conquered a kingdom and radically changed the course of world history. Ethiopia, as the land of the earliest human beings, has been critical to this species development. As such, what Queen Isat accomplished was huge. But did she achieve anything? Did she actually exist? Was she the cruel savage she was purported to be by Christians of the tenth century in northeastern Africa? Did she lay waste to Christians and their churches slaughter Aksumite princes and establish her own unique dynasty, the Zagwe. The Zagwe were real. Was she as their founder? A young woman, Sarah, of present day Seattle stumbles into the clutches of exactly this period of Ethiopian history. Her father is white and American while her mother is black and Ethiopian. A young woman, Sarah, of present day Seattle stumbles into the clutches of exactly this period of Ethiopian history. Her father is white and American while her mother is black and Ethiopian. Sarah has graduated college and is prepping for law school boards when a maelstrom of events moves her into treacherous spaces and alien places. An idiosyncratic and totally unexpected world is created in Eyes of a Pagan Queen. The tapestry blends the fraught and suspenseful with accurate and vivid history as well as heated erotic encounters and characters that are deeply three dimensional.

It is La Maupin.La Maupin's life is a flame. And then expires too quickly. She dies at only the age of thirty three. This French beauty has a panoply of talents far ranging and effective. The span is from an operatic contralto on the Paris stage to the rarest of them all, a female fencing master; from taking a nun's vows to eschewing decency in a lifetime rife with sexual experimentation; from crimes against the Crown and King to convincing that Sun King to spare her the indignity of being executed; from the heights of a near royal birthright to an unknown pauper's grave of no concern to anyone and the absolute obscurity for her that prevails after. Until now! Now she is accidentally sprung from that invisibility and is released to the world once again.La Maupin, otherwise known as Julie d'Aubigny, reached for it all. This 17th century human comet is somehow connected to the fate of Sarah's mother and her dear friend. The connection, its discovery, is critical. A life, maybe lives, depends upon it!Parallel to La Maupin's drama, the story of the attempted revival of a business is told as well. Sarah's clan is in pursuit of relics again. And it is the Languedoc of southern France and Castle Montsegur which may reveal the only key to that business surviving.Is a relic found? Does La Maupin's influence that leaps four hundred years into the present batter all?Even salvation lurks in the shadows.

Kate Taylor endeavours to analyse and reflect on the nature of suffering and oppression and its detrimental effects - to process, examine and understand them. Her poetry collection is intelligent, raw, honest, philosophical and self-reflective. This is the author's response to life while struggling to cope with anxiety and depression from an early age. It is a revealing insight into a mind that attempts to find meaning amongst memories both vivid and vague, as well as past and present feelings and emotions. These poems are an attempt to reconcile the truth with the experience and thus let go of the recriminations that haunt from the past, enabling the way forward to be a step closer to maturity and freedom. A book for all who suffer in isolation and for those who wish to understand them. By author of "Fragments: echo of the past."

An empowerment guide that takes you on a journey of discovery to connect to your authentic self, get your sparkle back and create a life where you can thrive - using a unique blend of mainstream psychological tools and spiritual practices.

Clotho is the goddess of time and fate. She has bestowed her cruel demonic kiss of eternal life on two friends.Many would presume the kiss a gift. The two friends know differently. The Kiss of Clotho is a curse. Eugenie, born in 1814, has lost husbands, lovers, a child and dear friends as her age never changes. Sarah, born in 1979, senses the horror of it.Mark, Sarah?s husband, has been brought into the wild fray. They will try anything. They follow dreams, attempt to locate the goddesses? temple, delve into Eugenie?s past in 1863. They explore stick-pin dolls, curse reversals, mirror reflections, consecrations and purification. Abject failure is all they find to remove the curse.Clotho watches without concern.

A novel that brings together - the new world and the old, the Seine and the St Lawrence, mothers and sons, outsiders and insiders.