Author Archives: Jeanie Loiacono

About Jeanie Loiacono

I am President of Loiacono Literary Agency, LLC. I have been a literary agency for four years and have over sixty clients and have sold over 89 books to date.

Sam Houston and General Lafayette on Liberty and the United States of America

Sam Houston and General Lafayette on Liberty and the United States of America

Sam Houston and General Lafayette (an excerpt from I Am Houston by Syd Young)

Except for Houston. He escaped the house to watch the sun set, to see the first stars come out. He felt happy, despite the lack of a tete-a-tete. He felt alive. Thankful, and surprised at his life, his rise from no one to a bit of a someone, in five short years after leaving the army and showing up on Judge Tremble’s doorstep. How had this happened? How had his circumstances so changed? And yet, thank the gods, the stars were just the same.

“Ah, excellent, another star-gazer.” There stood Lafayette behind him, the French accent making him like no other.

“Sir.” Sam found himself inclining his head, even though it was dark. Then his mouth took charge. “Forgive me. I’m simple. It amazes me, how they are the same, the stars. They are so constant.”

Ah, oui. C’est vrai. So very true. When I gazed at the same sky, as a young gallant, serving le magnifique Washington, I wondered, how can it not be liberte est vivant equality of man. How can it not be? And this Constitution, how doubt it? Des droits de l’homme et du citoyen.” He shook his head. “The rights of man, how can they be in question? Why, les etoiles, the stars, the night skies, do they not profess liberte? La liberte, elle est vrai. Elle est constante. Non? Oui, La Dame Liberte, vive La Dame Liberte!”

Sam smiled. He agreed with the great man. Still, he wondered. “Do you still believe in us, so much, sir? After what you’ve seen?”

He’d noticed the pinched French faces when they saw not just the perfection of the Hermitage, but the enslaved, the bent backs who made it so. The Frenchmen stopped, frowned, looked at each other, then looked down, upset, embarrassed, confused. An imprisoned man, even when free, can never fail to notice misery he’s left behind. Lafayette could never blithely overlook it. He could never play the game.

At Sam’s words, Lafayette grasped him on the arm. “Ah non, Monsieur. Do not doubt her, vous, le member du Congress. Why, you must believe her, La Dame Liberte, for her to be so. Vous est l’homme de guarde. Listen! You are the men who uphold her, La Dame Liberte. Je suis comprende. I, myself, I know. I learned this the hard way, with the tears and blood of my people, of myself. C’est vous! Vous! L’homme du Congress your body, those of you who serve the people, c’est vous who must defend La Dame Liberte et La Constitution.”

Houston stared at the beloved Frenchman, mind racing.

Ah. Non? Non? You doubt me? Mais, Mon Dieu, mon amie! Vous est le guerrier, non? But yes, you were, we established this truth earlier.”

Houston felt his cheeks grow hot with a mix of pleasure and pain flashing across his face. Yes, Lafayette honored him as a fellow soldier, as a soldier wounded for his country.

His right arm was still stiff and practically immobile, except with the vilest of emotions. He should be proud of this and his other injury. But, walking with a cane before finishing his first quarter of a century, despite his best struggles, along with the stiff arm keeping him from hunting, these didn’t feel like badges of honor, even here gazing at the night sky, smelling the beauty of the country, with one of his heroes.

Ah, oui.” Lafayette dug in his pocket for a little tin. “You, I remember from La Capital. I could never forget you and your love of your General, just as I loved my General. La devotion, tres bon. And yet vous est extrordinarre. In your moment of sorest disappointment, even though you wanted to fight, I saw you. Oui, je vous ai vu. When le General Jackson shook le Presidente’s hand, Monseiur Adams. Rein de vous. In my devotion to Mon General, I am unsure of my response. And yet, he would have.” Lafayette opened the tin and took a big sniff of fresh snuff, and sneezed three, precise and measured times. “Oui. Le magnifique Washington. Pour La Liberte, le fenatique. And Le General Jackson? He went and shook hands. He could have called La Revolution, non? But no. Monsieur le General Jackson, Il est pour La Dame Liberte. Gaze upon stars in the sky, and behold those in your flag, Monsieur General Houston. Constant, they must be. America is a new constellation, and her light must not go out. Vous comprenez? We soldiers think it is we who guarantee freedoms.”

“Yes.” Houston could not move, there under the stars, taking in the words as if from the best school master of all.

Ah. Oui. Oui, mais non. This mistake, I have made. Do not make it yourself. Any military group can take freedom away. But no military can make a governing body act as it should. Not under true freedom. That body must always be willing to sacrifice its desires, its cliques, its seats, even its parties, to uphold the rights of the people. Without such a body, quelle frommage, the military knows only one way to rule. This you did, when you and Monsieur le General acquiesced to the election. Mon General Washington would have applauded you.”

Finally, Lafayette summed himself up. He pointed to the throngs of people following everywhere he traveled.

“They want freedom, non? They want to see the emblem of what their ancestors achieved. Non? They want their country to live to posterity. Non? Do not the crowds that follow me teach you anything?

“Listen to me, l’homme de Congres. America, she must survive. She’s the light of freedom to the world. She’s the great guiding star. When you hear my name, think of this. If you do, my purpose, I will have lived. Mon General, I will have championed.”

 

Freedom is not free. Do not take being able to do as you wish for granted. Put the United States first. It is just like the oxygen mask rule on airplanes. Put yours on first so you can help others. God bless America and God bless President Trump!

Please join Jennifer Johnson, author of The Kingdom Child, and the Allen family Wednesday, November 14th at Barnes & Noble!

If you are in the Sugar Land area, please join Jennifer Johnson and the Allen family for a heartwarming book signing event Wednesday, November 14th from 4:30-6:30pm at Barnes & Noble in Sugar Land at First Colony Mall. 

  

Rosalyn and Sam Allen experienced an unfathomable event, the loss of their son, Jordan. And yet, from this tragic ordeal, lives have been dramatically changed. God reveals both His plan and His purpose in both our joyful moments and also our trials. The Kingdom Child is not only their story but a story for everyone who wonders why God allows tragedy. There really is a reason for everything.

We would love to meet firsthand all our supporters and hear their stories as well as how the book has affected them.

The weather will be perfect for pumpkin spiced lattes! Hope to see you there!

Blessings,

Jennifer Johnson & the Allen Family

www.jenniferwjohnson.com

 

Two New Fruppings to Vote for Bracha Goetz’s Searching for God in the Garbage!

#5 Searching for God in the Garbage by Bracha Goetz

https://fupping.com/taegan/2018/11/10/19-books-that-will-help-you-stick-to-your-new-years-resolutions/

#1 Searching for God in the Garbage by Bracha Goetz

https://fupping.com/taegan/2018/11/10/11-biographies-and-memoirs-all-young-adults-should-read/

Bracha Goetz is the author of 37 books to help children’s souls shine:

http://www.amazon.com/author/spiritualkidsbooks-brachagoetz

and the new memoir for adults only, Searching for God in the Garbage

 

Meet Judge Douglas McCullough, author of Sea of Greed!

Sea of Greed is based on the true story behind the arrest of Manuel Noriega and the invasion of Panama pursuant to “Operation Just Cause.”

November 13, 2018 @ noon, Beaufort Lions Club, Clawson’s Restaurant , 425 Front St., Beaufort, NC 28516 (252) 728-2133 www.clawsonrestaurant.com

Former U.S. Attorney Douglas McCullough, now retired from the North Carolina Court of Appeals, prosecuted a sophisticated group of drug smugglers and money-launderers that had successfully gained access into Texas, North Carolina, Louisiana, Kentucky, and Michigan, amassing over $50,000,000, which was placed in Panamanian banks with Manuel Noriega’s (1934-2017) assistance. The investigation and apprehension of these smugglers eventually led to the exposure of Noriega as a drug lord and money launderer, although on occasion he’d provided intelligence to the CIA and DEA and even received an award from President Reagan. A conspiracy that spanned this hemisphere, stretching from Colombia to the Grand Caymans, Jamaica and the United States, involved local politicians, businessmen, celebrities, and entertainment agents as well as Noriega and members of Colombian drug cartels. This is the only occasion in history where a head of state has been prosecuted in a federal court like any other criminal.

Judge Douglas McCullough served in the U.S. Marine Corps and was a federal prosecutor in Philadelphia before becoming Counsel to the Senate Ethics Committee in Washington. He returned to his home state, North Carolina, in 1981 and became the senior Assistant United States Attorney, where he served until 1996. After four years in private practice, he won his first election to the North Carolina Court of Appeals and was re-elected in 2010.

 

Released today! The Antiquities Dealer by Ed Protzel!

 

A twice-divorced antiquities dealer is drawn by his long-lost love into a conspiracy by an ancient Israeli society to clone the great minds of history—beginning with Jesus Christ.

When Miriam Solomon, the love of David Greenberg’s life, phones him at his antiquities gallery in St. Louis, the black hole at the center of his heart shudders. Twenty years earlier, Miriam had inexplicably run off to Israel with his best friend, Solly, a brilliant but nerdy young scientist. Now she tells David that Solly has committed suicide and she needs his aid on a secret research project Solly left unfinished: to acquire the one remaining nail from the crucifixion of Jesus. Is she telling the truth? And why does that nail have such significance?

Everyone has his or her own agenda…each with its own mortal consequences.

Ed Protzel is the author of four novels and five original screenplays for feature film, and has developed scripts/projects for 20th Century Fox. Ed’s expertise as a novelist and screenwriter is in the American tragicomedy movement, science fiction, Shakespeare, and a variety of historical periods. He has a Master’s degree in English Literature/Creative Writing from the University of Missouri-St. Louis. He lives in St. Louis, Missouri, where he writes full time.

His darkly ironic antebellum South mystery, The Lies That Bind, is the first book in the DarkHorse Trilogy. Book 2, Honor Among Outcasts, is set in Civil War Missouri. Book 3, Something in Madness (2019), takes place in the South during reconstruction. The Lies That Bind is based on Protzel’s screenplay which was recognized by the Missouri Playwrights Association. It had brief Hollywood exposure; was called “a great script” by 20th Century Fox’s Murray Silverman, Paramount’s Sherry Lansing, and Chelsea Studios producer Stan Zuckerman. All of his works are published by TouchPoint Press. He is represented by Loiacono Literary Agency.

 

 

Just released! Merchants of Death, the fifth novel in the Kate Dawson thriller series by John L. Flynn!

When a San Francisco BART subway car arrives at its destination with all twenty-four passengers dead, Kate Dawson must find out what killed them and who is responsible for their deaths. Her investigation takes her from the treacherous back streets of Chinatown to a luxurious Chateau nestled in the Northern California hills, and from a lavish horse race track to a perilous underground lair. She is pitted against a young rival who covets her job, a twisted but wealthy brother and sister duo who deal in illegal arms and drugs, and a deadly group of U.S. Army deserters, known as Task Force Red. Dawson is in a race against time, winding through the streets of San Francisco, to a finish line that is potentially out of reach.

Dr. John L. Flynn is the author of over twenty-three books. From 2002 to 2004, he was nominated for three Hugo Awards for his science fiction writing. John also received an honorable mention for his unproduced screenplay for The Jovian Dilemma in the 2003 Screenplay Festival writing competition. His first novel, Intimate Bondage, was published by BelleBooks. The other four in the series, Architects of ArmageddonMurder on Air Force OneTerror at G-20, and Merchants of Death, are published by Argus Publishing. To purchase Merchants of Death or the whole series click here.

 

13 Self-Discovery Books For Young Adults/Book Recommendations – #2 Searching for God in the Garbage by Bracha Goetz

13 Self-Discovery Books For Young Adults/Book Recommendations

https://fupping.com/taegan/2018/11/05/13-self-discovery-books-for-young-adults-book-recommendations/

#2 Searching for God in the Garbage by Bracha Goetz

Ms. Goetz unflinchingly details her experience uncovering her truth; through food, through religion, through life and family. I savored my read. I think perhaps especially good for a young person struggling with eating disorder…or anyone aiming to figure out the truth of themselves.

39 Seconds to understand the Electoral College!

It should finally put an end to the argument against the Electoral College.

Do share this. It needs to be widely known and understood.

There are 3,141 counties in the United States.

Trump won 3,084 of them.

Clinton won 57.

There are 62 counties in New York State.

Trump won 46 of them.

Clinton won 16

Clinton won the popular vote by approx. 1.5 million votes.

In the 5 counties that encompass NYC, (Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Richmond & Queens) Clinton received well over 2 million more votes than Trump.  (Clinton only won 4 of these counties, Trump won Richmond)

Therefore these 5 counties alone, more than accounted for Clinton winning the popular vote of the entire country.

These 5 counties comprise 319 square miles.

The United States is comprised of 3,797,000 square miles.

When you have a country that encompasses almost 4 million square miles of territory, it would be ludicrous to even suggest that the vote of those who inhabit a mere 319 square miles should dictate the outcome of a  national election.

Large densely populated Democrat cities  (NYC,  CHICAGO, LA, ETC.) DO NOT and SHOULD NOT speak for the rest of the country!

And…it’s been verified and documented that those aforementioned 319 square miles are where the majority of our nation’s problems foment.

Well worth the 39 seconds?