Serbia Bike Trip, Day 8

Nice breakfast at the fancy hotel, omelets, yogurt, watermelon and bread.

According to our driver, Zoran, everyone here has to work more than one job. His second job is selling Italian motorscooters. The Chinese scooters are cheaper, which makes his job hard.

Mountains make for difficult riding, but beautiful scenery!

Today we had a nice ride stopping at an archeological reconstruction of a prehistoric dig that is now underwater (due to a dam). The village is from 8000 BC, the first settlement in Europe beyond hunter-gatherers, and they worshiped fish gods. Before visiting the museum, though, we had a picnic lunch of cold cuts, good bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, baby corn, pickles, fig newtons and very popular peach juice. At an adjacent picnic site, a group of young Serbs were cooking a mysterious whole animal on a spit over an open fire. It looked an awful lot like a dog! But that is doubtful; Serbians seem to like dogs a lot. In fact, Danjela said it was probably a boar, which the locals hunt. The dog-barbecue master showed us way more of his butt crack than we needed to see.

Rob is concerned that the museum will be a flop. Although it’s a gorgeous facility, it isn’t very accessible. There is a semi-long walk along a gravel path, and a lot of what you see at the museum are copies rather than originals, the originals being in Belgrade. The museum just opened a few weeks ago. Only a trickle of attendees were there. (I have to say, though, they had the nicest bathroom in all of Serbia. I have now seen the full array of bathrooms the country has to offer.)

After the museum, we hit the hills, starting with a very steep ascent out of the museum parking lot. Then the road went up for what seemed like forever. Every time we turned,we hoped THIS would finally be the end of the climb. We were often disappointed. I had to walk a couple of times, catch my breath, then get on the bike and ride some more. I was very proud of myself for not giving up. The van was right there, and I could have. After the crest of the hill we had a very long and fun descent.

We had a bit of a tragedy today. Annie hit a rock and fell, then hit another rock with her knee. It was a very deep cut and she scared everybody, but Danjela and Zoran handled the emergency quite well. They cleaned and bandaged the cut, and Annie wasn’t allowed to ride the rest of the day. Once we got to our destination village, they found a doctor who stitched up the cut. Eight stitches! Annie insisted she wanted to ride the next day so the doctor accommodated her with a flexible bandage. She is looking forward to getting on the bike again–good for her.

We stayed in a house just outside the village of Veliko Gradiste. I was really a mess after those hills (mountains) today. I passed out and almost couldn’t be convinced to come to dinner. You know I’m tired when food doesn’t excite me. But Marion cooked some nice pasta (we had a kitchenette).

This was the last day for our driver, Zoran. We were sad to see him go, but another driver took his place, also named Zoran. Less confusing that way.

Serbia Bike Trip, Day 7

Roosters sure do get up early. I also heard a beautiful birdsong outside the window this morning, like a canary, but I couldn’t see it. We are sharing bathrooms this morning. The hot water leaves a bit to be desired.

Breakfast at the guest house: scrambled eggs, french bread with honey, and the nice lady cut our watermelon for us. Unfortunately it was rotten. I TOLD Amelia not to buy three watermelons that first day! Good coffee and tea.

Had a fantastic ride today. We had some small rolling hills to deal with, but we also had a marvelous tail wind. And it wasn’t as hot, in the 70s (F). We rode really, really fast. Perfect cycling. We stopped at a cafe for drinks, then, 5k on a rough, dirt road alongside a channel of the Danube. It was very bumpy, jarred my teeth loose, but Annie loved the bumps. She passed me today I knew it was only a matter of time. We had a 1:00 deadline to catch a Ferry, but we made it in plenty of time. While waiting around, we saw a huge green lizard and many herons, gulls, terns and crows (carrion crow). The ferry was very crowded, but only took about 30 minutes.

After we landed there was a big hill. I tried to make it all the way up but I had to walk just a bit of it. Then I threw my chain, which is normally no big deal, but somehow the chain got stuck between the gears and the wheel, and it took Zoran and his tools to fix it. I caught up, and we rode and rode. There was one steep downhill that ended in a sharp turn and gravel, and I almost lost it.

Silver Lake

We arrived at a place called “Silver Lake” (In English, no less) that is a resort destination mostly for Germans. The lake is part of the Danube that overflowed and made a permanent lake. There was a tiny store. When I say tiny, I mean, about one person could go in at one time. I had a craving and bought “chipsy” (which is there brand of potato chip snack, kind of like Pringles but in a bag). Very salty and loaded with MSG. Drank Lav beer. Chips and cookies ended up being my dinner.

House swifts nesting on our balcony.

House swifts were nesting on our patio. I spent some time watching the parents go back and forth to feed their babies. Very sweet. The weather was pleasantly cool. A mule parked across the drive complained a bit.

Serbia Bike Trip Day 6: A break from riding

We got off late today, but we were riding in the van as we had to travel through busy Novi Sad and some other non-bike-friendly places. But I think we were all ready for a break. Our first stop was in the picturesque town of Sremski Karlovci. We did a lightning quick walk through town, but our destination was the Zivanovic Family Museum of Beekeeping. Seven generations of this family have kept bees; the first guy was responsible for figuring out how to build a hive that would allow you to harvest the honey without destroying the hive. He also studied the curative properties of bee stings and believed bees to be responsible for healing his chronic illness. Our guide, Zarko, was passionate about his vocation and it was really very interesting–lots of old photos and old bee-keeping equipment.

The honey was so tasty I bought some to take home. One of the jars leaked all over my suitcase.

We did a formal honey-tasting (“gustatory”); it was so delicious I had to buy some. (Unfortunately one of the jars leaked all over my suitcase. What a lovely surprise I had upon arriving home!) There is also a 300-year-

old wine cellar on the property, and we enjoyed a wine-tasting as well. The cellar features merlot,chardonnay, Cabernet, and an award-winning, herb-infused Bermet dessert wine that was served on the Titanic. The wine is kept in oak barrels at a constant temperature of 12C.  I was very glad we weren’t riding bikes that day, as we all had quite a buzz (pun intended) by the time we left the place.

The old tree in the photo was on this property as well. I wish I had taken more pictures.

Our next stop was a traditional Serbian family farm, where they served us lunch under a huge tree with bales of hay set around for taking a siesta. We had very strong plum brandy (kind of like schnapps), chicken soup, noodles, bread, salad, and the most awesome dessert, a plum wrapped in dough, baked, then coated with sugar and fried breadcrumbs, served warm. It was orgasmic.

This farm was the most lush place I’ve ever seen. Everything grew there–squashes, grapes, tomatoes, plums, walnuts, corn, pears and more. There was a giant pile of hay bales and a little shelter carved into it where workers can sneak off to have a nap.

The owners showed us their home; it was a tiny two-room house with a packed dirt floor, crowded with their beautiful belongings but very neat and organized. There was an antique wardrobe just filled with antique linens, which we all enjoyed but especially Amelia, as she has a special interest in antique textiles.

Plums wrapped in dough, baked, then coated with sugar and fried bread crumbs.

The boys got to wear various interesting headgear. Then there was music and a bit of folk dancing, and the owner danced with me which was a great deal of fun. All in all, this tour has been very well planned with a nice mix of activities. I love visiting with people and seeing what their lives are like.

We had difficulty conversing, but shared the universal language of dance.

During the afternoon we drove through picturesque villages. We stopped at another monastery, about 300 years old with some beautiful mosaics and paintings of flowers on the walls (rather than saints–seemed odd). I bought a kitschy souvenir bracelet there with tiny pictures of Jesus, Mary, St. Nikolai, Archangel Michael, and St. Petka.

It started raining as we drove into Belgrade. The traffic was terrible, and the van got very quiet as several people napped. We drove through “the most polluted city in Serbia” (what a distinction) and ended up in a town with a Hungarian population. Had dinner in a restaurant, where we ate goulash (what else could we eat?) and the best dumplings in the world. Salad, cognac, then peaches for dessert. We are staying in a guest house with a tiny bed and shared bathrooms, and teenagers shrieking and fighting outside our window.

The farmer enjoyed showing us his textile collection. Lace, embroidery, clothing, and these wonderful hats.

At one point we became a bit concerned that the young girl might be in trouble, but apparently it was all horseplay.

Note the canned fruits and veggies atop the linen press. No space is wasted in this house!

Day 5, Serbia bike trip

The trip was in August. It’s now November. I need to finish this up!

Breakfast was another huge feast of eggs, something that looked a lot like raw bacon, bread, tomatoes and peppers (picked fresh), cheese, very small amounts of coffee, and a weird sausage. I ate some of everything; you never know when you’ll eat again.

We rode another 60K today. I made a point to hydrate; it makes such a difference on hot days. Annie did great! I think she’s finally gotten her legs under her and figured out what long-distance cycling is all about. This was the first day she kept up with me, no problem. By tomorrow she’ll be speeding ahead with the boys (or the “young men” as we call them, because they’re adults now! Hard to believe. When we first started making these trips, they were 14.

It was another extremely hot day (34-35C) and we sweat buckets. But we stopped at a nice place to have a mid-morning refreshment. I got a lovely cappuccino. Coffee in general has been such a disappointment, weak and flat. There was a cute kitty begging at the restaurant. He got most of the stuff we referred to as raw bacon.

Stopped in Bac to tour the ruins of an ancient fortress. The first written sources of Bac date back to 535 AD when it was mentioned by the Roman emperor Justinian in a letter. In 873 Bac was a barbarian fortress. A little later, it was a King’s town and seat of the Bishopric. In 1241 it was destroyed by the Mongolians. The current pile of rocks was built by Hungarian King Charles Robert of the Anjoy family in 1338-42. Back then, it was completely surrounded by water from the nearby Mostonga River. Access was by a drawbridge. In 1529 the Turks conquered the fortress. During the Rakotzy uprising (1702-04) the fortress was destroyed and never rebuilt. It astounds me that a historic site like this just sits, unprotected. We were the only ones visiting.

This is a place that makes you feel very small.

We returned to our bikes and rode through a nature preserve, and we were lucky enough to see storks. Also gray herons (almost identical to great blue herons, but a separate species), some kind of starlings, swans, and a finch critter. Someone said it was a linnet? He had a chestnut breast, gray cap, spotted wings and he walked and bobbed. We also were besieged by bees! Annie was afraid of them and I assured her they were just curious about the bright colors she wore and they wouldn’t sting. Boy, was I wrong. Rob and I both got stung, but through our bike shorts, so the little buggers couldn’t stick their stingers in very deep, so it was more an annoyance. A bee went inside Annie’s shirt and stung her shoulder. She was very calm and after that wasn’t afraid of them anymore.

In the early afternoon we rode up a short, steep hill to a restaurant that served a traditional Serbian fish stew, cooked over an open fire in a huge black iron pot. It’s spicy, with catfish and a red broth. The stew came some noodles and the ubiquitous bread, raw peppers, salad, and baklava for dessert. We ate on a covered patio overlooking the Danube, and the weather was warm but breezy and pleasant. after lunch several of us went swimming in the Danube. (I waded, didn’t have a swimsuit with me.) There were several young people there swimming also, and a man swimming against the current and staying pretty much in one place. He had a dog that swam with him.

As nice as lunch was, I have never seen such a grim toilet. I don’t really mind pit toilets. When you bicycle in strange countries, you just get used to them. But this one was bad enough to give me nightmares. ::shiver::

At one point in our afternoon ride, we spotted a tiny puppy (only a few weeks old) wandering in the street. It almost got run over. Danjela rescued it. She rode with it for a little bit, just holding it in one hand and guiding her bike with another, until we found a house with a yard. There was no one home; we left the puppy in the yard and hoped for the best. Maybe the people will recognize who it belongs to.

We rode and rode and finally arrived at the city of Backa Palanka and are staying at a posh hotel. The A/C works great! For dinner we had a picnic in our room (watermelon and blackberries, cheese, bread and cookies. When you’ve been riding for several hours, everything just tastes better. At the time it seemed like the most sumptuous feast ever. Annie can eat her weight in watermelon, I swear.

We watched some American TV shows (Law & Order, Ally McBeal, Brothers & Sisters).

Day 4

Woke up early again and went for a walk. Watched a large hawk of some kind flying over the Danube, and lots of cute little black and white swallows (which I later learned were “house swifts.” Enjoyed another of our typical, egg-and-cheese intensive breakfasts and insufficient caffeine. Then we started our journey.

Gypsy Horse and Cart at our lunch rest stop

It was a very hot day, close to 100 degrees F, mostly through fields of corn and sunflowers. At least it was flat, but we were sweating like pigs. We stopped for a picnic lunch at a sort of rest stop/bar. We brought our own food but ordered drinks from the bar. This is where we saw our first gypsy, a very drunk man with a horse and cart. He was trying to buy us beer and flirt. Funny–if he’d been sober he’d have seen we were just a bunch of middle-aged, sweaty women in unflattering bike shorts (except for our niece Annie, of course, who always looked cute).

Annie decided to ride the rest of the way in the van; it was her first full-on day of riding and it was pretty intense. The rest of us made it the entire 60 km (about 37  miles), a decent day’s ride given the heat. We stayed at a nice, small hotel on an inlet. Annie and Marion went swimming with the lily pads and frogs (eww!). We watched birds and drank beer and tried to recover. Had a nice dinner of fried catfish and a kind of beef sausage that’s common in Serbia and I’m quite fond of it. It tastes a little bit like breakfast pork sausage–the seasoning, I guess. Baklava for dessert.

The A/C in our room didn’t work (Moya clima ne radi!) but it was fixed before we went to bed, thank goodness. (Rea

There were many different kind of frogs hanging out on the lily pads.

We had a charming encounter with this little boy. Marion let him look through her binoculars, and he’d obviously never seen such a thing before. He kept trying to reach out and touch what he could see through the lenses. But when he attempted to converse with her (or any of us) and we failed to understand, he became quite irritated with us and started yelling. I think he thought we were quite stupid.

This little boy had obviously never seen binoculrs before. He was entranced--but quite frustrated with all of us because we could not understand him.

Amelia at our lunch picnicAnnie ready to ride

Serbia trip, Day 3–Apatin

Woke up at 3 a.m., then 5, and finally got up around 6. Rob and I went for a walk but nothing was open. Still, very pleasant, looking at the architecture and statues. In particular, there is an impressive equestrian statue of Prince Mihailo Obrenovic’, who reined in the early 1800s and is hailed as the great liberator, freeing the country from Turkish rule. They also have these life-size plastic cows all over the place, sponsored by various groups and painted in wild colors. (I’m sure you’ve seen similar painted animals in other big cities.)

We returned to the hotel and ate from the breakfast buffet, which was quite nice–delicious eggs, bacon, ham, cheese, hot and cold cereal and wonderful baked goods. Lots of wonderful fresh fruit and tomatoes (everyone has tomatoes for breakfast here!) and good, strong coffee–the last good coffee we would have for a while. (Most places served awful, watery coffee or teeny tiny very strong muddy Turkish coffee, no refills.) Annie ate her weight in watermelon, but this was only a preview. I think if she could live on watermelon, she would.

We all walked to the old Belgrade Fort, through a lovely, long pedestrian mall with shopping and pushcarts. Ice cream carts are very popular here. The brand is “Frikom,” written in bold letters on the umbrellas that shelter the stands, so forever after, ice cream bars are called “Frikom” by our family.

The Belgrade Fort is huge and amazing. All around it and through it is the enormous Kalemegdan Park, which overlooks the confluence of the Sava and Danube rivers. (The waters are different colors, and there is a distinct line where they meet.) Given the amazing vistas from this fort, it’s easy to see why the site was coveted as a strategic location. It was first occupied by the Celts, then the Romans. Very little exists from those early times. Much of it was rebuilt in the 18th and 19th centuries. But the size of it is amazing. Vendors line up along the walkways, and I bought a woven purse.

It must have been claustrophobic to be stationed in this tiny tower with its arrow slots. But what a great view.

That’s the Sava River.

We checked out of our hotel and at around 1:00, Ace Travel picked us up and we met our guide, Danijela, and our driver, Zoran. Danijela is very cute, energetic, and extremely organized, and she speaks very good English. Zoran was at first taciturn, and I thought perhaps he didn’t speak much English, but he does. He listened to us jabber for a long time before he joined in the conversation. He used to be a professional cyclist, and his job was to follow behind us during our ride and address any mechanical problems we had. This trip promises to be much better organized than our Bulgaria trip from a few years ago.

We rode in the van three hours northeast to the port city of Apatin. Our hotel is right on the Danube, with river views, and we can see across the river to Croatia and Hungary.

We went for a “shake down” ride of about 25 kilometers, in a circle, just to get the feel of our bikes and make sure there were no problems. We rode through farmlands as the sun set, cornfields and sunflower fields. It is very flat here. The roads varied from a fairly busy highway to cobblestones to something like a goat path. Afterward, we enjoyed the local beer, which is produced in this town, called “Jelen,” which means “deer.” (Deer Beer.) It is quite tasty. Danijela explained our itinerary and gave us maps. We will be riding 60-80 km every day, with one rest day in the middle when we will drive through the busy cities of Novi Sad and Belgrade. Then on to the mountains.

Dinner was bread, cheese, crackers, fruit, cookies and beer. Since we skipped lunch, we ate a lot.

Our room is quite nice but noisy; there’s a party going on in the restaurant below. However, I was tired so I had no trouble sleeping.

Days 1 &2: The trip to Belgrade

The whole gang, plus Danijela our guide and our two drivers, Zoran and Zoran.

It took an entire day and three flights to get from Long Beach, CA, to Belgrade, Serbia. Fortunately, everything went smoothly. The Super Shuttle van picked us up at 5:30 a.m. We were the last stop before the airport, and with very little traffic and almost no lines at LAX, we ended up at our gate  whopping 3 hours before our flight. (We like to leave extra time, in case of bad traffic, which can happen any time on the 405). Soon we were joined by our niece and nephew, Zack (18) and Annie (14). This was Annie’s first cycling trip with us, and all of the adults were anxious as to how she would fare. She had very little cycling experience, especially on busy roads and up mountains.

Max (18), Rob’s cousin, made it to the gate at the last minute. I think he likes the adrenaline rush of almost missing a plane, but not me.

It was a quiet flight to Chicago O’Hare, where we changed planes to Polish LOT Airlines and flew to Warsaw. We walked along the concourse behind a guy in leg shackles, surrounded by five guards. (I confess, I never noticed him–I was too busy trying to find the International terminal.) We had to go through security again, what a drag. I tried to sleep on this 9-hour flight, with some success.

In Warsaw, we had to go through security yet again. Annie and I had our bike water bottle full of water by now. Max gallantly chugged them down so the security people wouldn’t confiscate our bottles.

Day 2:

It was a short flight to Belgrade, where we met up with the rest of our group–Rob’s sisters, Marion and Amelia. Amelia is the one who made all the arrangements. It must be like herding cats; I can only imagine.

A representative from Ace Travel picked us up in a van and took us to the Old City, where our hotel awaited. I found Belgrade to be quite a charming city. There are almost no signs of the most recent war. The city is busy and vibrant, with lots of construction going on. Our hotel, Hotel Kasina, was next door to a very small casino. Rather than having huge, destination casinos like we have, Belgrade features small gambling clubs. (They didn’t seem particularly inviting, so I resisted temptation.) Our room is quite adequate, with a private bath, nice pillows, A/C and even a TV (though the remote doesn’t work.)  Here is the view from our window.

Marion, Amelia and Annie had an unfortunate, non-flushing toilet, so they moved to another room. Our toilet worked fine, though it ran constantly.

Anyway, the architecture in Belgrade is interesting. We saw plenty of the old, blocky communist construction, but also much from the 19th Century that was highly decorative.

Our first destination was the Roda Supermarket (underground; Belgrade has lots of underground tunnels for crossing busy streets; these are lined with shops). We had a picnic in a small park–bread, cheese, fruit, cookies. Here, we had our first encounter with the white rabbit. There’s an old man who is something of a celebrity in the old city. He walks around with his pet white rabbit. The rabbit runs loose, no leash or anything, and it just follows the man (or maybe he follows it.) It kept trying to escape under a construction barricade to get to some fresh green grass on the other side. I wish I’d taken a better picture of it but I was in the middle of eating dinner. It was a definite Alice-in-Wonderland moment.

We tried to stay up late so we could sleep a normal night but it was a losing battle. We fell asleep shortly after dark and woke at 5 a.m. Ah, well.

Cycling in Serbia

I am just back from a cycling vacation in Serbia! Most people’s reaction when they hear this is, “Why would you want to go there?” The answers are many. I’m going to be posting my trip diary and pictures over the next few days so you can see/hear for yourself what a fabulous country Serbia is.

Meanwhile, though, I’m going to sleep about 12 straight hours!

Report Card: RWA 2011 in New York

Beautiful view out my hotel window!

I’ve been to more than twenty RWA national conferences (That’s Romance Writers of America for my non-writer readers). If you do the math, it means that a) I started attending before I was of legal drinking age, or b) I’m older than dirt. I’ll let you guess which is true!

Anyway, each year I attend, one of two things happens. Most of the time, I come home feeling excited and motivated about my writing and my career, armed with a mile-long To Do list that involves sending manuscripts here and there or following up meetings with phone calls/e-mails. Sometimes, however, I come home depressed and overwhelmed by the sheer number of writers trying to make it big versus the number who actually do. Sometimes, being in a hotel with 1,999 of my fellow writers can foster a “We’re-in-this-together” feeling of solidarity. And sometimes, I can simply feel like an insignificant speck (an untalented speck at that).

I’m pleased to report that this year, it’s mostly the former. I’ll confess to having a few of those “why-am-I-here?” moments. And at times I felt a little bit sad that so many of my old writing buddies weren’t there. Many people I’ve critiqued with over the years, or served with on chapter boards, or hovered over an ashtray with, have quit writing. A few have actually passed on. Some have succeeded so spectacularly that they have little time to hang at the bar because they are busy promoting or being wined and dined or giving generously at the national level (as it should be–I’d love to be in their shoes!) But things are definitely different, and sometimes those nostalgic memories of conferences past bring a tear to my eye.

But the one thing about conferences is that I’m constantly making new friends, hanging with new people, creating new memories. I attended many workshops this year and really thought they were excellent. Although I went one whole night without sleeping at all (no more red-eye flights for me!), I did my best not to overextend myself so I wouldn’t come home a complete wreck. I did a little sightseeing, a little bit of hanging out in the bar, had some nice appointments with industry professionals, and even spent some quality time stretched out on my bed with the remote in hand.

But here’s the stuff you really want to know about:

Elevators: Anyone who attended the previous RWA conference at this hotel (mid 1990s, I think) will remember the elevator horror. A circle of round, glass-sided elevators (more than a dozen) whisked up and down the forty-something floors, but it still took 30 minutes to get anywhere. This year was much improved. The elevators are computerized now; you put your desired floor in a keypad, and it tells you which elevator to stand in front of. While sometimes I waited 5-10 minutes, I was always able to actually get into my assigned car and wasn’t squished too much. One elevator did get stuck briefly but was quickly fixed.

Bathrooms: I NEVER had to wait in line for a bathroom. This is almost unheard of. The hotel staff changed many men’s rooms into women’s, so that helped. (They put screens in front of the urinals so as not to offend our sensibilities.)

Room temperature: Usually a bit on the cool side, but I had a sweater.

The bar: Good size, lots of tables for sitting and networking, but the prices were scary high. I know, this is New York we’re talking about.

Workshops: All those I attended were really good, as were the keynote speeches.

Food: I only had one of the luncheons. The vegetarian choice was pasta with spicy marinara and a heap of sauteed spinach. Yum. But BOOOOO on the no desserts. Last time RWA deprived us of desserts there was almost a riot. Attendees seemed to be more understanding this year, because we were warned that food and drink prices meant we had to cut back a bit. The petits fours served at the awards ceremony were a nice touch.

Annual Meeting: Short!

Buzzword of this year’s conference: Self-publishing.

Kudos to the conference committee and volunteers for all their hard work.

Now I am home, motivated and energized and ready to work!

Title Contest–help me name my book!

Coming up with just the right title for a book is quite the ordeal for me. But no matter what title I settle on, there is always a good chance the publisher will change it. Right now, my task is to come up with a list of alternatives for Book #4 of PROJECT JUSTICE. The working title is SHADOWS FROM THE PAST. I’m not terribly crazy about it, so I don’t mind if it changes, but I would like to provide a dynamite list of titles for my publisher to choose from. The better my list, the stronger chance I have of getting a really great title!

Want to help? I’m taking suggestions. Mail them to Kara939-titles@yahoo.com. If a title you suggest ends up on the cover, I’ll mail you a free copy of the book. (If multiple people suggest the same title, and it gets used, I’ll send ALL of you free books.)

Here is the story in a nutshell: Mitch Delacroix, Project Justice’s resident computer expert/skip tracer, is charged with a murder that happened 12 years ago in his Louisiana hometown. All of Project Justice leaps to his defense, and no one defends him more stridently than evidence analyst Beth McClelland, who has loved Mitch forever. But as the evidence piles up against Mitch, and secrets about his past come to light, Beth’s job of proving his innocence gets more challenging. Soon she must choose between the evidence and her own instincts.

Mitch’s challenge is to come to terms with his wild past, the anger inside him, and his feud with his half-brother, now a cop, and to make amends with his mother, whom he blames for allowing his father to abuse him as a child. He has to learn to accept Beth’s love and her faith in him, which he feels he doesn’t deserve.

It’s a fairly dark story; the theme has to do with trust and forgiveness, and that you can’t run away from your past because it comes back to bite you. The story is set mostly in southern Louisiana, very small town, on the Bayou. The hero is Cajun.

Have at it! I need these fairly quickly, so I’m only taking suggestions  until 11 p.m. Pacific time tomorrow night (Tuesday 6/14/11).