“Foxy’s Tale is irresistible fun – full of lively characters with a knack for trouble, laugh-out-loud dialogue, and story twists that will keep you reading deep into the night.”

–-Kim Wright Wiley, Author of Love in Mid Air

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Karen Cantwell has been writing plays and short stories for many years, some of which were published in various college literary magazines. More recently, her short story “The Recollections of Rosabelle Raines,” was published in the mystery anthology CHESAPEAKE CRIMES: THEY HAD IT COMIN’ (Wildside Press, 2010). TAKE THE MONKEYS AND RUN is her first novel and was inspired, to some degree, by a true monkey sighting in her own neighborhood. Since finishing FOXY’S TALE, she has been conjuring a second Barbara Marr novel, CITIZEN INSANE.  Karen loves to hear from readers. Visit her at www.karencantwell.com.

LB Gschwandtner: I’m a writer, but I’m also a magazine editor, artist, and co-owner, with my family, of an integrated media business. My work has appeared in various journals including Del Sol Review. One of my prose poems has been included in an anthology called Oil and Water and Other Things That Don’t Mix, a collection published to support victims of the BP oil spill in the Gulf. I have received awards for three different stories from the Writer’s Digest Annual Competition in the mainstream literary category and the Lorian Hemingway short fiction competition, and was short listed for a Tom Howard Short Story Contest. I also founded TheNovelette.com which offers free, themed, writing contests with prizes for emerging writers. I have published three books all available In print and Kindle formats at Amazon.com: The Naked Gardener, Page Truly and The Journey To Nearandfar, and Foxy’s Tale I’m an avid kayaker (touring) and grew up fishing in the Florida Keys. Here’s a tidbit of interest. My husband proposed on our first and only date and we were married five weeks later. We lived in Paris, France, for a time and now live on a tidal creek where we love watching Bald eagles soar past our windows.