Cowgirls Don't Cry by Janice Seagraves

Hot Time In The Summer Time collection

I’m in this collection with my short story Cowgirls Don’t Cry which follows Cowgirl Up in an early anthology with Romance Books ‘4’ Us collection.

As Gwen and Arthur’s big day approaches, will his father succeed in stopping the

wedding from happening, or will Gwen’s empathic gift soften his heart?

COWGIRLS DON’T CRY

(FOLLOWS COWGIRL UP)

Janice Seagraves

CHAPTER ONE

While interviewing his client, Arthur Castel felt an urge to wrap things up. A shiver of awareness went through him, and his heart beat a little bit faster. Gwen is in the waiting room. He didn’t need to look to see if she was there, he knew it. The bond that had linked them the first night they slept together told him so.

As the client, Mr. Ortega, told him about the case, Arthur nodded, but his gaze kept darting toward the door. He jotted down some notes, even though his heart wasn’t in it. Anything to keep his mind off Gwen. This was his first case as a trial lawyer and he should have been excited. He studied the file and asked a couple more questions. “Okay. That seems to be all I need from you. If I have any more questions, I can call you at this number, right?”

“Yes, or my office number.” Mr. Ortega, a well-dressed middle-aged man with silver in his dark hair, slid a card across the desk.

Picking up the card, Arthur clipped it to the file. He stood and held out his hand. “Thank you for coming in.”

Mr. Ortega stood and clasped his palm. “Think you can get me off?”

“I’ll do my best. Sexual harassment lawsuits can be a little dicey, but this one seems to be more of a he said/she said situation.” Probably why he, the newbie, was saddled with this case. “I’ll do the best I can.”

“That’s all I can ask for.” Mr. Ortega went out the door.

Arthur placed a few folders he needed to go over into a briefcase and hurried out. His entire body pulsed at the sight of his fiancée.

Gwen sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the waiting room. She wore one of the dresses he had bought for her—low-cut, and dark. The dress was made for her. He caught a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy white breasts. All he wanted was to take her right there on the floor.

Gwen’s green eyed gaze went to Mr. Ortega. Her expression seemed troubled.

“Did milady miss me?” Arthur offered a hand.

“Always, darling.” Gwen took his palm and rose.

The shock of skin to skin contact ran through his body.

She picked up her old leather-fringed jacket.

Arthur helped her into it and sniffed her hair, getting a lungful of cherry blossom from her shampoo.

“Your jacket does nothing for that sexy dress.”

She slipped her arms into the sleeves. “Sorry, but it’s all I have.”

He settled the coat on her shoulders. “I’ll have to buy you another one.”

“It never ends, does it?” Mr. Ortega shook his head before stepping through the doorway.

Gwen flipped her dark hair out of the coat and glowered after him. “Client of yours?”

“Yes. What are you feeling?”

“His disdain for women is like a throb in a bad tooth.”

A chill flowed up his spine. “What else?”

Gwen met his gaze. “Whatever he’s done, he’s guilty as hell.”

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Hot Fun in the Summer Time, our summer antho, releases 25 June.
Amazon preorder link:
 
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The weather is heating up, but it’s not just the sun and the sand which will keep you hot.
This summer anthology brought to you by the authors of Romance Books 4 Us will bring temperatures to your eReader that will set unheard of heat records, scorching the tips of
your fingers as you turn the pages.
Sultry temperatures.
Passionate couples.
Unbelievable desire.
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Looking for Nirvana

Hello, Friends!

I can't believe it's June and my birthday month is almost over! I must say, I've earned every shimmering silver stripe in my hair--and I'm wearing them like a BOSS! 

I periodically do live events--this year, I have two more and I will only be doing local events in 2020 (i.e., day trips). While ticketing is closed for Literary Love Savannah, you can still attend the public signing on Saturday, July 27, 2019. I'll also be live-and-in-person in Bucks County, PA for East Coast Authors Convention the first weekend in October. If you'll be attending any of these, drop me an email and we can make plans for coffee or a drink. 

Which brings me to my topic for this month: anxiety. 

I have social anxiety. I am perfectly happy to hole-up in my office and hold FB live chats or sit behind my monitor and chat with strangers. It doesn't take any effort, on my part. I can just DO it. But, when it comes to a live event, I don't have the familiar sounds or smells or a reliable Puck (one of my cats) to 'help' me through the physical symptoms. 

I'm likely the quiet one, paying attention to the conversation and getting a 'read' on everyone. I don't have a lot to say in a group setting. But, in smaller groups? Totally a different story. And, if you put me in my element--making stuff up, because YEAH! Cards Against Humanity, trivia games, word games, etc.,--it makes the anxiety a little less because I feel like I know what to expect. 

So, why the American Sign Language fingerspelling of LOVE? Watching ASL communication puts me at ease because it's something my daughters and niece do when they're together. I may not understand a lot--hardly any--but the patterns are familiar. 

I like to say that I write to exorcise my own demons, but that isn't 100 percent truthful, either. Writing isn't therapy, either. But, what writing does--when a piece is finished--is make me feel like I'm not alone with my anxiety. At least I have my characters, right?

Now, I realize that there are a lot of readers with anxiety, too. If you're at a book event and I'm there, too, just know I'm as uncomfortable as you are, but I employ the fake-it-to-make-it tactic. And, I've got you. Feel free to hang out with me. We don't have to talk, although I'll probably ask you about what you like to read because I can talk about that for HOURS. 

I turned 51 on my birthday. The field in which my f*cks are grown is barren. I don't have to pretend anymore--I can be my neurotic self. People can like me, not like me--whatever--because I'm not here to make everyone happy. At some point in our lives, we have to realize that making ourselves happy needs to come first. Then, everything else falls into place. 

Much love, 

Deelylah

Hot Fun in the Summer Time from the RB4U Authors is now available!

The weather is heating up, but it’s not just the sun and the sand which will keep you hot.

This summer anthology (sweet to sizzling stories) brought to you by the authors of Romance Books 4 Us will bring temperatures to your eReader that will set unheard of heat records. Burn the tips of your fingers while you turn the pages.

Sultry temperatures. 

Passionate couples. 

Unbelievable desire.

This is your ticket to… Hot Fun in the Summer Time.

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This set includes:

Just Tell Me What You Want by Tina Donahue

Her wishes will leave him breathless…

Second Chance at Love by Marianne Stephens

Brian and Liz have a second chance to make their passionate, undeniable attraction for each other grow hotter than the summer heat.

Curating Love by Cara Marsi

Along the hairpin turns of the Amalfi Coast, a sexy Italian man shows a conventional American woman a colorful world of excitement and sensuality.

Pleasure Quest by Tina Donahue

She’s into virtue, he’s not. On a pleasure asteroid, he’ll show her what paradise really is.

Building Up To Love by Joanne Jaytanie

For something to last a lifetime it must start with a strong foundation and build upward.

Nailed by Cindy Spencer Pape

When shy scientist Karen Sikorski meets up with her college crush,

Warner Beckett, sparks fly, but she knows the handsome contractor would never fall for a plain nerd like her. Warner, though, has other ideas.

Dare to Feel by Nicole Morgan

When Brett walks into Tracy’s section at Platinum, she is faced

with the one love that she was never able to forget or get over.

More Than Friends (Friends to Lovers Book 1) by Krista Ames

One lust-filled night may prove more than they both expected.

Ripped at the Seams by Deelylah Mullin

When you feel each stitch in your life unraveling, sometimes it’s

better to give in than to be ripped at the seams.

Cowgirls Don't Cry by Janice Seagraves

Will Gwen’s empathic gift soften her future father-in-law’s heart?

Firecracker by Desiree Holt

Two men, one woman, and explosive heat.

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Tattoos On Men--Love Them? Hate Them? Indifferent?

Tattoos are very popular now, with men and women, young and old. How do you feel about tattoos on men? On anyone, for that matter?

Several years ago I decided I wanted a small, classy tattoo on my ankle. Many of my female co-workers had them. When I announced this to my family, my father-in-law blew a gasket. I was shocked at how angry and appalled he was for a woman to get a tattoo. He was close to ninety then, a generation to whom tattoos were reserved for sailors and lowlifes.

I certainly wouldn’t let my father-in-law’s attitude stop me. To see if I’d like having a tattoo, I got a temporary one on my ankle and wore it for about a week. I hated it, absolutely hated having that “thing” on my ankle. My feelings surprised me. Needless to say, I didn’t get my tattoo.

I like most tattoos on others, but tasteful ones, strategically placed. I don’t like seeing them all over a person’s body. Lady Gaga has several, but the one that gives me pause is on the underside of her upper arm. Does she have any idea what that tattoo will look like when she’s older and has upper arm flab that flaps in the breeze? Tattoos should be placed on those body parts that don’t turn to fat, like ankles or forearms.

A well-placed and creative tattoo on a man can be very sexy. You’ll see from these pictures here just how sexy. I like giving tattoos to my romance heroes, but only if the artwork has meaning for them. In my short story Love Potion, my hero Jonathan has a tattoo of a snake on his arm. That snake is to remind him to be careful who he trusts because two people he loved betrayed him in the past.

In my novel, A Groom for Christmas, Love On a Dare Book 1, Jake has a tattoo of a falcon on his arm. In high school his nickname was The Falcon. He has the tattoo to remind him of how shabbily the close-minded townsfolk treated his family. He’s back to exact his revenge, only things don’t go as he planned.

My latest hero sporting a tattoo is Josh Tanner, hero of Josh’s Salvation, Redemption Book 4. Josh is a badass undercover agent working to bring down a California drug king. I hadn’t planned on giving him a tattoo, but a reader suggested I do his story and give him a tattoo.

How about you? In general, how do you feel about men having tattoos? Do you like romance heroes with tattoos?

Buy Links: 

Love Potion

https://www.amazon.com/Love-Potion-Cara-Marsi-ebook/dp/B01M7W2YUK/?tag=carmaraut-20

A Groom for Christmas (Love On a Dare Book 1)

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Josh's Salvation (Redemption Book 4)

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Hi everyone! I am very excited to share today about a group of authors who are all releasing their stories on Jue 24th...including me. I write in several genres but paranormal is by far one of my favorites, and this is all that and more!  Witch way around is a little sexy, a little funny and hopefully a fun summer read! I hope you'll check out Witch Way Around and all the other stories in the Magic and Mayhem Universe! For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

Angie Baybee Jewel, is a timid soul, who never goes out on a limb and only wants to spend her life designing beautiful gardens. Her magic is of the landscaping variety, and it’s not so much magic as a green thumb. But she’s talented in that department despite her self-doubt, making her a very welcome guest at the Witch Way Inn in the High Sierras. One of the few witch-owned establishments that welcomes all magical and non-magical people, it’s a beautiful home refurbished by her cousin Karina, and Angie is considering staying a bit and taking on more duties between her landscaping jobs because it’s calm…mostly. At least she has her quiet suite when predator shifters come to stay.

Kit Wilde is a tiger shifter. He’s hot, sexy, and daring, is the ringmaster of the circus and the operator of the largest traveling Ferris wheel in the West. He loves travel and excitement and new challenges but feels a call to return home to take up duties as alpha of his tiger streak. Meeting Angie adds a whole new level of worry to his life. The alpha tiger cannot marry a witch. But will the woman his tiger swears is his mate be willing to run away with the circus?

Angie and Kit know they have something special when they set eyes on each other, but it seems their destinies lie too far apart to ever find one together. A witch with little or no magic and a tiger alpha who travels with the circus? Impossible? Or not.

NEW! SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE - VOL 1 Get Our New "World" Romance Releases! by Marianne Stephens

SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE Vol. 1 released:  June 4, 2019     
Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RW2RNC4 
Rhett Fortune settled on the small parcel of land he purchased in 1858 with his wife Clara and founded the beautiful landscape that surrounded his newly built home and what is now known as Fortune, TX. A veteran of the United States Army and as a Colonel who served with honor in the Mexican-American War, Rhett and Clara raised a large family. With sons and daughters and grandchildren to follow, their clan grew throughout the decades.
Now in the 21st Century, two of their descendants remain at the helm. Chance Fortune, a former member of the Army’s Delta Force and co-founder of Soldiers of Fortune, has an innate duty to serve and protect. Working with his brother, RJ Fortune, a former Navy SEAL and wounded warrior, they take the cases that their government won’t. And vow to protect the civilians that no one else can.
They have quietly put out the word and now, after three years, other former brothers-in-arms have contacted them bringing situations that span not only the country but the globe. On Fortune family land they have built a facility out of the public eye for their office, a helicopter, a gun range, and whatever else they might need.
They are the Soldiers of Fortune… and these are their stories. 

AUTHORS/BLURBS:


ROGUE'S RETURN by Desiree Holt

He’s back to help a friend…
Angus “Rogue” Redford spent 12 years as a part of the 160th Special operations Aviation Regiment, otherwise known as the vaunted Night Stalkers. In that role he frequently flew the helicopter taking RF Fortune’s SEAL Team to its mission. Now a civilian, for the second time RF has reached out to him for help with a rescue.

She rattles chains and exposes dirty linen…
Liz McCallister is a special assignment reporter for a popular magazine famous for its articles on high profile people and in some cases it’s exposes. Liz is the top reporter for that, and right now she’s after the candidate running for governor of Texas. But she’s rattled one too many chains and now she’s got a target on her back.

They are no strangers to each other…
Months ago they had a hot, hot weekend together then split to follow their own paths. Now he’s back and her safety is his assignment. But what about the heat that still generates between them? And what happens when the assignment is over?


RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE by Deelylah Mullin

Kyle “Rage” McKenna did everything with an attitude. A bad attitude. After serving a stint in a Special Ops unit, he freelanced his talents-for a lot of money.

When Cassandra Front finds out Rage McKenna is her partner for her next assignment, she nearly breaks the contract.

When the two meet in the field-not for the first time-sparks fly and Rage and Cass get the job done. But will the makeup/breakup sex be enough?


OPERATION UNKNOWN by Krista Ames (sensual contemporary)

Jax Benning was home. However, what he expected to be there when he arrived, wasn’t the case at all. His parents were missing. The house he grew up in was empty. Now he needed a job and a place to stay. He needed to find his parents.

The last thing Evie Jackson expected or wanted to do was get wrapped up with an ex-military man. Especially one that had issues. He seemed like a reliable person and worked his ass off around her aunt and uncle's farm but she had reservations.

With the help of the Soldiers of Fortune, can Jax and Evie get along long enough to figure out what happened to Jax’s parents?


SACRIFICE by Nicole Morgan

Eddie Peterson gave everything for his country. What more will he be expected to sacrifice?

Eddie Peterson had been working undercover for over three years. On paper, and as far as America knew, he was a deserter, a soldier who went AWOL and abandoned his country and unit. There were only a few people in the Pentagon who knew the truth.

Marissa Rojas spent her days doing what she was told. That was the way things were done in her family. The men led, while the women followed. It was a pattern that she was growing increasingly tired of.

After years of living on the wrong side of the law, Eddie is finally close to completing his mission. But when Marissa comes in the picture, he is forced to rethink his priorities. And the lines between duty and honor will be tested.

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Written in the Stars

I have a confession to make. I like to know the endings to books, movies, TV shows and everything else. When I share this fact with people, they gawk at me like I sprouted wings and am about to fly off to spread my wicked fairy dust.

But there are two reasons why. First, I don’t want to waste my time on something that I’m going to hate or be dissatisfied with. Second, I like the journey, seeing the characters change, conflicts resolved and places traveled. 

That’s why I wish astrology was true. I love to read my horoscope. I don’t care if Mercury is in retrograde or whatever else it is. But I wish to know what will happen in my life, in the month, week, day. I’ve had enough surprises in my life that have totally turned my whole upside down and me inside out. I just want to know if something is worth my time.

There is something else I love about horoscopes. They help me determine what I truly want in my life and have me focus on making that happen. You are probably wondering how a horoscope can do that.

At the beginning of the new year, I always read my yearly horoscope. It’ll tell me about myself, love, money, career. As I read it, I feel the rush of my career taking off, more money filling my pockets (I have to buy books) or grimace at events that I have no wish to be a part of. That silly horoscope helps tell me what I want in my life so I don’t waste time.

At the beginning of 2019, my horoscope told me that my career would be taking off. I would have opportunities that I hadn’t had before. Reading this, I felt my heart race with excitement and my mind race with possibilities. I wanted this. So this was where my focus had to lie. I wanted that ending.

Instead of waiting for something to happen outside of myself, I focused on what I could do to make that true. When an opportunity came, I went after it, pushed beyond the insecurity and fear and went for it.

Now, I have four historical romance novels for sale on Amazon and my first novella, The Chieftain’s Secret ready for pre-order. I’m blogging and learning more and more. I’m focused and ready to make my horoscope come true. 

HUG Someone Today

 

 In this "politically correct"environment we see today, can you ever get tired of true, normal hugs?

Some people never hug...don't like that "close" contact. Others, like me, grew up in a family environment where we hugged all the time...relatives and friends alike.

Types of hugs:
1. The hello, friendly hug.
 A greeting besides just saying "Hello".

 

2. The "good job" hug.
Watch sports. Don't teammates sometimes hug each other after a particular good play or win?

3. The "everyone else hugged you so I better" hug.
The quick call hug. You're at a party/event/whatever. Someone you know enters and you watch as everyone greets this person with a hug. What do you do? You join in and follow the crowd so you don't appear to be "different".

4. The family hug.
Yeah, I got used to this very quickly as a child. If someone was family, you hugged. No brainer there. Big Italian families are "touchy/feely" people.

5. The comforting hug.
These are for times of sadness and a show of commiserating (I'm here, I understand" support.

6. The love hug.

Totally different that the others mentioned above. This one involves romance, love, passion, lust...you name it.         

 
Hug someone today...and be hugged in return!

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Rainy Day Books

Southern Michigan weather has always been erratic and each year, thanks to climate change, it keeps getting worse. Eighty degrees one day, then later in the week it's 50 and raining. Fortunately for me, I have a cure for the rainy day blues. BOOKS.

There is something inately comforting about curling up with a book and a cup of tea in a cushy chair, listening to the wind and the patter of rain on the windows. The cloudy skies change the colors of the trees and grass, adding a blue tint and brightness to the blades and leaves. With few people venturing outside for walks or runs, it's easy to believe you and your book are alone in the world, unless you have a dog or cat for cuddles and company, which, in my opinion, makes the rainy day reading experience all the better.

So what's best to read on a lazy, rainy day? Everyone has a different opinion, of course. For me, there are two categories. Old favorites, the kind you've read often enough that you're speaking along with the author in your mind, or new books from favorite authors or series.

Here's a few of mine.

• Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes (I have a complete collection, so any story is fine.)
• Jane Austen: Persuasion is my favorite.
• Anything, new or old,by Jayne Anne Krentz/Amanda Quick/Jayne Castle
• Any of Nora Roberts's paranormal trilogies or her JD Robb futuristic mysteries
• Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, particularly the one's featuring the city guard or Death and his granddaughter Susan.
• Anything new or old from Stephanie Laurens
• Rebecca York's Decorah Security or Marshall family werewolf stories.
• Dirk Gently's HolisticDetective Agency and Long, Dark Teatime of the Soul by Douglas Adams
• Christine Feehan's Sea Haven books. I like her Carpathian series as well.
• Roberta Gellis's Roselynde Chronicles

So those are some of mine? What books do you like on a rainy day?

A MOST REGRETABLE ABSENCE OF THE PITHY GENE

Posted By R. Ann Siracusa

GENETIC DISORDERS AND THE ABSENCE OF THE “PITHY” GENE

According to the National Human Genome Research Institute, any change in whole or part of the DNA sequence away from the norm causes a genetic disorder. Such a disorder can be inherited from a parent or caused by mutation in one or more genes resulting from a number of events such as environmental factors.

In my case, I’m convinced that I have a multifactorial inheritance disorder, from both parents, resulting in my lack of a “Pithy” gene.

In non-medical terms, my body produces too much of a word enzyme which accumulates in my finger tips and saliva glands, making me extremely sensitive to silence. Silence without words can cause extreme pain.

My only relief comes when the enzyme oozes out of my finger tip when I touch a computer keyboard or out of my saliva glands when I open my mouth to speak. Typewriters used to provide some level of respite, but no one makes those anymore.

I LOVE LONG WORDS

I love words. Lots of words. Long words. I am vociferous and a sesquipedalian (long winded), and have never written or spoken a short, concise, to-the-point sentence in my life. It’s too painful.

Besides, the English language is rich and filled with vivid, clever, and delightful ways to express one’s thoughts. Writers should learn to take advantage of that. I squirm when I hear authors, editors, and agents say we should write to fourth grade vocabulary.

God forbid. Let them all contract
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

Of course, I come by it honestly. After all, I did inherit the genetic defect. Both my parents had substantial vocabularies and used them in their normal conversation. We used to discuss my father’s law cases and legal and political issues at the dinner table. A little of that rubbed off on me.

In particular, my father used to quote poetry … just of the fun of it. Not the high-brow stuff, but more contemporary, and often humorous. I learned the following poem at a young age, only because I heard it often enough. In the eighth grade, at thirteen, I had to recite a poem in class, and the one that follows was my choice.

I knew it was written during WWII but my father didn’t know the author, and neither did anyone else at the time. I only learned recently, in a blog post by Ron Clark and Merritt Clark, that it was written by W. Sterling Atwater and first published on April 13, 1943, in The Boston News Bureau, credited to W.S.A. It was widely published (without crediting the author) in newspapers from 1943-45. In 1991, the poem appeared in a book, edited by Carmine A. Prioli, entitled “The Poems of General George S. Patton, Jr.: Lines of Fire”. Eventually, the true authorship was established.

W. Sterling Atwater – 1934, Photo source: http://www.echatham.com/quirk/

Back to my story. Always a buzz-kill, my father told me I couldn’t recite it in class unless I looked up and knew the meaning of every word. I did that, and I never forgot the poem. I can still recite it by heart after 65 years. Note that after the war, my father wrote the last three verses and tagged them onto the original.

MERTON QUIRK

The head of the Division of Provision for Revision

Was a man of prompt decision, Merton Quirk.

PHD in calisthenics,

PDQ in pathogenics,

He had just the proper background for the work.

From the pastoral aroma of Aloma, Oklahoma,

With a pittance of salary in hand,

His acceptance had been whetted,

Even aided and abetted,

By emoluments that netted some five grand.

So with energy ecstatic this fanatic left his attic

And hastened down to Washington D.C.

Where, with verve and vim and vigor,

He went hunting for the tiger

In the woodpile of the W.P.B.

After months of patient process, Merton’s spicular proboscis

Had unearthed a reprehensible hiatus

In the reply of Blair and Blair

To his thirteenth questionnaire

In connection with their inventory status.

They had written, “Your directive when effective was defective

In its ultimate objective, and what’s more,

Neolithic hieroglyphic

Is to us much more specific

Than this drivel you keep dumping at our door.”

The sacrilege discovered, Merton fainted, but recovered

Sufficiently to write, “We are convinced that

Sabotage is camouflaged

Behind perverted persiflage.

Expect me on the twenty-second inst!”

But first he sent a checker,

And then a checker’s checker,

Still nothing was disclosed as being wrong.

So a checker’s checker’s checker

Went to check the checker’s checker

And the process was laborious and long.

Then followed a procession of the follow-up profession

Through the files of the firm of Blair and Blair,

And from breakfast time to supper

Some new super-follow-upper

Tore his hair because of Merton’s questionnaire.

Now that file is closed, completed, but our hero, undefeated

Carries on in some department as before,

And victory hove in sight,

Not because of, but in spite,

Of Merton’s mighty efforts in the war.

            ``                                              W. Sterling Atwater (1943)

Now with the start of reconversion the diversion for dispersion

Made diversion for a man of Merton’s mettle.

And he plunged with wild elation

Into contract termination

With a firm determination not to settle.

But sagacious legislation clarified the obfuscation

Of the contract termination situation,

Leaving Merton empty handed,

Slightly desperate, nearly stranded,

Till someone organized United Nations.

Now under the compulsion of atomic jet propulsion,

With a modicum of tax exempted wages,

Our Merton, with sagacity

And unexcelled tenacity,

Is settling the problems of the ages.

                                                            William E. Coombs (1950s)

P.S. I guess I made up for the lack of the “Pithy” gene by having
a good memory. I also memorized, and can still recite, both the
Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan, by Samuel Taylor
Coleridge, and Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field □


AUTHOR R. ANN SIRACUSA
Converting oxygen to carbon dioxide for more than three
quarters of a century
 

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Sources:

http://www.echatham.com/quirk/

Note: The longest word in any of the major English language dictionaries is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, a word that refers to a lung disease contracted from the inhalation of very fine silica particles, specifically from a volcano; medically, it is the same as silicosis.

Now in contention for the title of longest word is aequeosalinocalcalinoceraceoaluminosocupreovitriolic (52 letters), created by Dr. Edward Strother to describe the unique ancient Romans baths located in Bath, England. The word is a mashup of other words that describe the properties found in the Roman Baths, like cooper, salty and rich.