Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Work-in-Progress Wednesday: Kawartha Christmas Caper - First Look at Maggie

Another busy week here at the homestead, with me fielding calls for a couple real life in-person job interviews, and in the process, I missed Teaser Tuesday again. However, in a bid to make up for it, I'm giving you, the reader, a special treat. If you've noticed, the previous editions of Teaser Tuesday have featured snippets of the first three Gary Celdom books. Today, I'm offering up a sample of my latest work-in-progress: the fourth Gary Celdom adventure, entitled Kawartha Christmas Caper, which is tentatively slated for release this November, just in time for the Christmas holidays. In this sample, we first meet a new character being introduced to the "Celdom Gang", one Maggie MacPhearson. Enjoy!


As we pulled down the snow-covered dirt road to my cottage, we noticed some bright lights in the distance. However, these weren't the normal colors of holiday lights one might come to expect, but those from a patrol car. We drove further down the road, and saw the patrol car was parked in front of the home of my neighbor, Maggie MacPhearson. We pulled into my driveway, and went next door to investigate. I asked Phil to take Benny for a walk while Jessica and I paid Maggie a visit. Phil appreciated the offer, as it gave him a chance to stretch his legs.

We entered the residence, and found Maggie sobbing in her living room, her Christmas tree laid bare, and one of the two officers was questioning her.

"Maggie," I interrupted, "what happened?"

"Excuse me, sir," one of the Constables queried. "But, who are you?"

I identified myself. "Detective Gary Celdom, Toronto P.D. I own the cottage next door to Miss MacPhearson's. This is my partner, Detective Jessica Amerson."

The Constable identified himself. "My apologies, Detectives. I'm Constable Jenner of the Ontario Provincial Police -- Bewdley Detachment, and this is my partner, Constable Kassian."

"We didn't mean to intrude, Constable," Jessica explained. "We just came up from Toronto, and saw the lights of your patrol car. Is everything alright?"

Maggie broke through her sobs. "Not really," she said. "My home was broken into, and all of my Christmas present were stolen."

            Jessica and I looked at each other, and that feeling of dread I had about my quiet week away being disrupted had become a reality.

~ Douglas J. McLeod, 2016

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Stanza Sunday: The Love Has Risen

Hi again, everyone. In my (new) continuing bid to expand awareness of my poetic works, I will be sharing one of the pieces from my self-published poetry collections. This week's entry comes from my first poetry collection, Slammin' on the Rails. Enjoy!


The Love Has Risen

She stirs from her slumber
A well-deserved rest
And when she rolls over
The man of her dreams lays beside her.

She leans over to lay a kiss on his cheek
He begins to rouse
His eyes blink open
And sees the vision of beauty smiling at him.

The man grins back at her 
And, caresses his darling’s face
Knowing out of anywhere in the world
He prefers to be at this place.

The couple greet with a kiss
And, murmur “Good morning”
Then, they curl back up to one another
Not wanting to leave this haven.

They are forced to leave their cocoon
When their dog yips for his food
Another day has begun
And, their love for one another is renewed.

~ C, D. Melley, 2014

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Special Kobo Sale This Weekend

Hey, guys! I tried posting this on my author page on Facebook, but because the algorithms on the site filter out posts using words like "sale", "promo", "offer", and "% off". So, in an effort to work around the issue, I'm going to try to let you guys and gals know about it here.

This coming weekend, for Kobo users in Canada, the United States, Australia, and New Zealand can utilize a special code to purchase any e-book on their service which has been released through their KWL platform. Since ALL 10 of my titles have been published through this service, you can score any or all of my titles for half-off! Here's a list of all the titles published by my triad, which are eligible...

Gary Celdom Case Journals: Volume One by Douglas J. McLeod (detective fiction)
Rouge Numbered Week by Douglas J. McLeod (detective fiction)
The Prairie Fire Within by C. D. Melley (romance)
A Bolt of Loving by C. D. Melley (romance)
Slammin' on the Rails by C. D. Melley (poetry)
Poems for a Winter's Night by C. D. Melley (poetry)
Before I Leave Canada by C. D Melley (poetry)
Stanzas from the Sunshine  by C. D. Melley (poetry)
Fiery Freedom: The Complete Saga by Crimson Nuage (steamy romance)
Steamy Short Stories by Crimson Nuage (steamy romance short stories)

So, how do you take advantage of this deal? It's quite simple. Now remember, this deal is only valid for Kobo users in those four countries I listed above. Go to your country's respective Kobo store ( is the standard one in Canada and the U.S. Not sure if it applies to Australia and New Zealand), purchase any or all of those books listed above (or, any other indie author who utilizes the KWL publishing platform). Then, when you are about to checkout, use the promo code: 50JUN to score your 50% discount on your purchase. This can be utilized multiple times during the promotion, BUT it is only valid this weekend between June 25 and June 27.

Just wanted to let y'all know about this. Happy e-reading!

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Belated Teaser Tuesday: Rouge Numbered Week - Phil is a Suspect?!?

Hey, gang! I was occupied yesterday with a job interview, so I missed the opportunity to post Teaser Tuesday on time. However, I wanted to do a special one for this week. With the start of the 2016 Canadian professional football regular season this Thursday, I want to share a snippet of my third Gary Celdom book, Rouge Numbered Week. The book was set in the backdrop of the 2012 Canadian Football Championship Game, which was held in Toronto. (Ironically, this November, the Championship Game returns to T-Dot.) Regardless, I hope you enjoy the snippet.


“Okay, so they’re both football fans.

“Canadian football fans of the pro team here in Toronto, a rarity in its own right.”

“Do you think these two were targeted by a rival supporter?”

“I find that unlikely. The Boatmens main rival is the Hamilton Tiger-Cats, and I find it unlikely that someone from Hamilton would be traversing the streets near the university on a Thursday night.”

“Umm, I don’t want to alarm you, Celdom, but, Thursday night, at Hoskin and Devonshire which isn’t a kilometer from Spadina and College, and a possible Tiger-Cat fan suspect. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

I was taken aback by the conclusions my partner was presuming. “Oh no,” I attempted to discount. “I know he has some issues, and his mental faculties aren’t all there, but I highly doubt committing a double homicide would be something that would enter his mind.”

Jessica reasoned, “Be it as it may, he’s the only person that immediately springs to mind. I’m not saying he did. I know he’s our friend and all, but we can’t necessarily rule him out this early into the investigation.”

I took a deep and concerted sigh, and suggested we walk to our vehicle, and commence the long drive to Scarborough. It was something I was dreading, and I sincerely hoped Jessica’s hunch was incorrect this time around.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Stanza Sunday - Growing Up Fatherless

As someone who has composed four poetry collections (under my C. D. Melley moniker) over the past few years, I've decided to try something new here on "Stanza Sunday". On Sundays I will share one of my 250+ poems with you, my fans.

Since this debut edition happens to fall on Father's Day 2016, I'd like to share with you a selection from my third collection, "Before I Leave Canada". It's a rather personal piece, and showcases my feelings about how I feel about today of all days. Enjoy!


Growing Up Fatherless

  Today is a day to celebrate
The paternal influences in our lives
To cherish the male role models
We had growing up.

 Some will post messages on social media
 With photos and memories of their fathers
 Alas, for someone like myself
I cannot share in their sentiments.

 For I have spent the past 44 years of my life
 Never knowing who my father is
 A result from a teenage pregnancy
 With possible horrific circumstances.

 It pains me to have gone through my life
 Not being able to find out his identity
 But, if what I fear was the cause of my conception
 I can understand why it’s been a guarded secret.

 So, to wherever and whomever he is
I wish my biological sperm donor a ‘Happy Father’s Day’
And, may he never forget

 The product he left behind unknown.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Teaser Tuesday: Barbadian Backlash - Gary's On The Mend... Again

Hey, gang. It's been a while since I've done a Teaser Tuesday segment, and I figured it's time to get back into it. In this instalment, I give you a look at Gary Celdom #2, Barbadian Backlash:


I woke up the next morning to some discomfort. I presumed the last batch of morphine had worn off, and the pain that resided in my arm decided to make itself known. Fortunately, for me, the nurse came along, and gave me a booster shot. I was appreciative of the needle; however, I was a little leery when she told me to roll on my side to administer it. It’s funny, all of the times I had spent in St Mike’s over the years, and the one thing I was always intimidated by was the possibility of getting a needle in my butt. Having a bullet getting lodged in there is one thing – which hasn’t happened to me yet but, having a pointy implement penetrating the flesh of my rump roast made me uneasy for some reason. I breathed a sigh of relief when I took the injection in my hip.

After forcing down breakfast, I resumed lying down on my bed, and waited for how the rest of the day would unfold. It can be pretty boring when you’re in a hospital bed, and you have no means of entertainment. I wasn’t provided a TV in my room because of my overnight stay. I didn’t have a radio, or digital music player with me, so I couldn’t listen to some tunes. I wasn’t even afforded the luxury of having a book to read. However, while it would have made me look scholarly, trying to read with one hand loses its allure when you’ve got the other arm decently taped up. Instead, I remained alone with my thoughts; at least, I did until the familiar ghostly voice from my past decided to check-in on me.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Karen chimed.

“Is it morning? It’s hard to tell when you’re drugged up.”

“Well, if you didn’t keep getting shot or stabbed you would have noticed it when you had your breakfast earlier.”

It’s true. I did notice the near-autumn sun shining through my window. I just wanted to mess with my ex-fiancee for a little bit. While I might have been groggy, I had not lost my humor, such as it was.

“Did you sleep good last night?”

“You know, for a guy that’s in a hospital bed, his left arm taped up, and had a morphine drip in his right; I think I slept alright.”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad, was it? You’ve been in this situation so many times over the years surely it’s become old hat for you by now.”

“You’d think that, but I admit, it gets tired after a few times, and don’t call me ‘Shirley.’”

The specter rolled her eyes, and shook her head over my pop culture- inspired retort. “Just be lucky Saunders only winged you, and didn’t pop you in the head instead.”

“Believe me, I am. Although, I’m sure some people might argue having a bullet pierce my skull might be an improvement.”

Karen slapped my good arm in admonishment for such a statement. “How can you say that? You’re a good detective, Gary. Sure, I know everyone has their detractors, but aside from the criminals you’ve helped lock up, I highly doubt anyone would want to, as the young urban males would say, ‘bust a cap in yo’ ass.’”

“Hmm, probably not, but I’m sure there will be someone amongst the higher-ups who will start suggesting that I call it a career after another hospital stay.”

“There will always be someone higher on the Police Services food chain that will say you should pack it in. They’ll try to label it as a budget cutback or insurance risk. Anything to conceal the fact a 27-year veteran with them is hanging it up because of your, how should I call it, ‘panache for overnight medical stays?’”

Monday, June 13, 2016

Reflections for a Scary World...

As I sit here, and think about everything that has happened over the past year, I've come to realize things can be quite scary out there.

A year ago today, I was participating in my first ever author signing event, "Sexy in the City - Toronto 2015." At the time, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb: a male author, new to the world of the romance writing genre, sitting in a ballroom with 25+ other romance authors; all of them female. While one would believe I would feel out of place, these fellow authors made me feel welcome, and included me within their fold. In the months since, I have attended a second author signing, moved to Florida, gotten married, and at the current juncture, active in the job hunt while trying to plug away on my latest Gary Celdom book -- which will more than likely be a novella -- and, plotting a new adventure in the saga, starring Gary's best friend, Phil Bennett, for my July Camp NaNoWriMo attempt.

However, as I reflect back on the year that was, I can't help but think of the tragedy which occurred this past Saturday night at a nightclub in Orlando. Many things have been said in traditional and social media about the bloodshed in central Florida; some of them political regarding gun ownership, prejudices against sexual orientation, and misconceptions about international terrorism. While it is difficult to shy away from these things in my new home, I'm attempting to try my best to ignore it; however, it is not easy to do so, believe me.

It does not help matters when the upcoming race for my new nation's political leader has resorted to the traditional American tactics of grandstanding, mudslinging, and fear-mongering. While I was exposed to some of those tactics by the Stephen Harper Conservative government in Ottawa, things are ratcheted up down here with all of the publicity between Trump and Clinton. (Yes, I know there are still some Bernie Sanders supporters down here, and he's not officially out of the race yet, but still...) I want to try to tune out all of the political rhetoric, but alas, I'm stuck with it until November. Then again, I worry it might last longer than that. (Remember, I'm in Florida: "Home of the Dangling Chad".)

Regardless, I'll be the first to admit one of the things I feared since moving down here is all of the gun play. (Says the guy who lived in the eastern Toronto suburb of Toronto for 37 years where a gang was based a mere couple miles away.) While I know Orlando is a few hours drive away from where I am, there is still that concern about "it could happen here". Perhaps, I should take a page out of my wife's book, and become an introvert. Yes, I would go out for work, and my usual daytime weekend activities, but instead, I'll cower by the laptop and/or under the covers.