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About Family, Book Description:

From the author of the Electric Series comes a stunning new book, About Family. Carly Compass has compiled a collection of short stories about families. Who can you count on in a crisis? Who stands up for you and supports you in your endeavors? Is it the biological members known as blood relatives? Or have you gained a group of friends that stand by your side? About Family examines these different scenarios in thought-provoking stories that are sure to entertain. Issues between siblings, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, children and their parents and vise versa are all thoroughly examined in these twisting tales that reveal our strengths and weaknesses.

About Family, Excerpt:

Ivory Tower

Part 3

{Parts 1 and 2 are published in, About Love)


Sally Costanzo gave Jesse Worthington one last, long and lingering kiss before she opened the Jaguar X type door and jumped into the backseat, giggling.

“So, you two are a thing now?” her mom, Sheila asked, as Sally slammed the door.

“Yeah,” Sally said, putting on her seatbelt.

“Well, you don’t have to be so obvious about it,” Sally’s sister, Jemma huffed from the passenger seat.

Sheila shifted into drive with her foot on the brake, clicked on the left turn signal, looked into the rearview mirror and watched Jesse sauntered to Dr. Worthington’s SUV. Jesse’s 6’4” frame hopped into the black Escalade parked behind her. Sheila shook her head, and looked into the side view mirror and merged out of the parking spot.

“When did it become official,” Sheila asked.

“A few days ago.”

“You do know that Jesse is my professor’s son.”

“Yeah, I know. I know,” Sally said, rolling her eyes looking out the window as they drove.

“Did you know that Dr. Worthington was parked right behind us?”

“No,” Sally said shifting uncomfortably.

“A kiss good bye is fine. Keep it short and sweet,” Sheila said.

Sally hissed and huffed in the backseat.

Sheila knew there was nothing she could do about it, besides Jesse was a very handsome boy and not a bad catch, but the timing of this couldn’t be worse. Sheila left Dr. Worthington’s class and drove to the high school to find her professor parked right behind her. What a mess!

They arrived home and everyone went about their activities. Sheila had to get dinner on the table and write a paper for her Fiction Writing class. The girls went upstairs to their rooms while Sheila prepared the meatloaf, popped it in the oven and went downstairs to the computer to write her paper.

“Dinner,” Sheila called out an hour later.

The family gathered around the round table set for five.

“I got the lead in Marvin’s Room,” Jemma said.

“Congratulations,” Sheila said, passing the green beans.

“That’s terrific honey,” her father, James said, as he passed the mashed potatoes.

“Not another play,” her brother, Donny groaned.

“So, when do rehearsals start?” Sheila asked taking a bite of her meatloaf.


“What time will you need to be picked up?” Sheila asked.

“My parking permit came in today. So, can I take the van?” Jemma asked.

“Sure, you can drive Sally in the morning and I will pick you up in the afternoon,” Sheila said looking at Sally.

“Okay.” Both Sally and Jemma agreed.


 In the preceding months, Sheila continued the grueling schedule of working and going to school while maintaining the family routine.

She had a strict schedule for maintaining the house with dinner on the table every night. She would get home from school most days and find Jesse on her couch. Jesse now had his own car and would drive Sally home, hang out and have dinner with the family most nights.

Sally would attend Dr. Worthington class where he always seemed to nudge in a comment into the writing prompts that seemed personal to Sheila as if Jesse was going home and reporting everything to his father about his experiences in the Costanzo home.

“Remember about character development, does your character make their bed every morning, or do they leave it in shambles? What does that say about them?

“Is dinner promptly on the table every night or do they order fast food? All of these literary devices give your readers clues to who your characters are. Don’t state the facts, reveal them in small doses. We don’t want a grocery list of telling, but subtle nuances showing that enable the reader to draw their own conclusions.”

 Sheila tried to navigate the situation as best she could, feeling self-conscious and inhibited in his class, knowing that any paper she handed in could be seen by Jesse and thereby seen by her daughter, Sally.

Winter slowly shifted into spring, the crocus gave way to the daffodil and with it torrential rains. One Friday night during a particular bad thunderstorm James shouted, “the power is out,” as he looked out the window.

“Oh my god! What about the sump pump?” Sheila asked running to his side.

“I’ll go check it,” James said with Sheila following close behind. They grabbed the flashlights and went downstairs.

“The water is coming in,” Sheila said in a panic as she watched the water level rising, bubbling up from the sump pump pit and quickly spreading to the dirty laundry laying on the floor. She immediately picked up anything that was on the floor and remembered the power strip for their computer and ran into the office to make sure all of the electrical plugs were up and off the floor. She lit candles so that they wouldn’t run out of flashlight batteries when she heard a gigantic roar of machinery.

“What was that?” Sheila asked as the roar continued to reverberate outside the house. The couple went upstairs to investigate. James poked his head out of the sliding glass door as the rain pelted down on him and looked in the direction of the noise and saw their neighbors had, “Generators.”

“Oh shit, we need a generator” Sheila said. “Where can we buy one,” Sheila asked James.

“I don’t know, Home Depot, or the hardware store.”

“Why don’t you see if we can plugin to the neighbor’s generator while I look around,” Sheila said grabbing the yellow pages.

James put on his raincoat and went outside. He saw a figure wearing a hooded yellow rain slicker two doors down and called out, “Ron.”

Ron turned his head and greeted James as the rain came down in sheets, “It looks like a bad one,” he yelled over the roar of the generator and thunder clapping overhead, extending his hand to James in greeting.

“Yeah. We don’t have a generator. Sheila is in the house calling stores right now. Can I plug into yours until we find one?”

“Sure,” Ron yelled. “But you better get one. This happens all the time.”

“Really,” James yelled surprised.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“I’ve lived in Clancy for sixteen years, ten blocks north of here and we never lost power.”

“Yeah, it has something to do with the power grid. But you have to keep your sump pump going or your basement will flood.”

“The things they don’t mention when you buy a house,” James shouted, shocked. “Okay, thanks. Let me get my extension cords and I’ll be right back.”

End of Excerpt

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About Love, A Collection of Short Stories

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Book Description:

Tired of the same old love stories, of boy meets girl in a mixed-up world? Carly Compass strives to give her readers originality in stunning, thought provoking short stories. About Love, is a collection of stories,and poetry that examines all facets of love. The ancient Greeks had six words for love: Eros, sexual passion; Philla, deep friendship; Ludus, playful love; Agape, love for everyone; Pragma, longstanding love, and Philautia, self-love. The Oxford dictionary has four definitions of love, and within those definitions there are sub sections and that is when love is used as a noun. As a verb, there are more definitions. Love is complicated. Love is a human necessity and can be beautiful, vexing, and a tremendous source of motivation, simultaneously. This collection of poetry and prose scratches the surface and plays with love everlasting in a thought provoking, humorous display of love in its many guises that will surprise you.

Book Excerpt:


 The garden party spilled out onto the cobblestone road of the tiny village. Desiree descended the small hill looking down upon the landscape, noting the tiny white twinkling lights that sparkled and lit up the designated area. A fair-haired young man of in-discernible age walked swiftly up to her, kissed her passionately on the lips, and just as quickly turned and walked away. Standing still from the shock of it, she became incensed at the utter audacity of this young man.

She soon found her footing and followed after him. He wasn’t going to get away with it! She was determined to give him a piece of her mind. The young man’s pace quickened as she pursued him. He vanished through a cellar door in one of the cottage’s outhouses.

Desiree thrust open the door with a passionate fury of her desired intention to find darkness and a stone staircase leading down into the abyss. Her psyche was so bruised, and her intention so clear, that fear of the unknown never entered her mind. Slowly, she descended feeling the air and atmosphere cool exponentially with each step as goose bumps rose on her flesh; the cool air went straight up her white frilly frock, sending chills through her body as she continued.

She heard in the distance, stone on stone rubbing together, as she descended the spiral stone staircase and soon heard the click clack of hooves on stone, like a horse trotting, and the ripping of cloth, like a Hulk transformation. She reached the bottom and entered the grotto of a limestone fortress, with torches blazing from the walls.

Now all she heard was the lilt of flutes, and the murmur of congenial conversation and laughter as she adjusted her eyes to the lighting. The smell of sweet wine, and something roasting in a nearby pit entered her nostrils.

All fell silent as she advanced. The entourage of toga clad natives bearing laurel leaf crowns, stopped basking in each other’s glow and sipping wine from their golden goblets to take note of her. Now all Desiree could hear was the gurgling of a babbling brook, and the crackling of burning fire.

Desiree looked off into the distance to find the fair-haired boy that she had followed.

Pan stood proudly with a devilishly mischievous aura, exuding sexuality from every pore. He displayed a knowing grin on his Rex Harrison face, framed by unruly curly brown hair.

He looked straight into her eyes with a burning desire and smiled, revealing brilliant white teeth. Desiree’s eyes followed his curly brown locks down his broad hairy chest and muscled build as chills went down her spine, she shivered a moment.

There was a familiarity there in his eyes. She felt their deep connection. Desiree smiled sweetly, remembering him, as if their paths had crossed innumerable times, for centuries.

Instantaneously, she knew he was her spiritual companion and then she started to recognize everyone, as the throng of people gather around her in greeting.

Euphoria set in, she was so happy to be there with all the people that she loved and loved her! The multitude enveloped and embraced her in a welcome that she never had experienced in this lifetime, but knew was familiar. The gathering offered her food, song, stories, music, dance, wine and merriment!

This went on for hours…until Desiree woke up with a feeling of orgasmic ecstasy! She felt refreshed and light-hearted.

She stretched out, eyes closed, wanting to hold…

End of Excerpt.

Thank you so much for your time and attention.

I must get back to writing, there are only three weeks until, About Family, A Collection of Short Stories is out! 

Take care until then, feel free to contact me with any questions.

New Release

Greetings All and A Very Happy and Prosperous New Year to you.

I spent 2017 doing research and writing my new series, About Life, About Love and About Family.

I am happy to announce that, About Life, is now live on Amazon and Smashwords for iBook, Nook et. al and available for sale.

About Love, will be released January 27, 2018.

About Family will be release, February 17, 2018!

Book covers are at the end of the post.

Book description for, About Life:

From the author of, The Electric Series, Carly Compass, has compiled a collection of short stories and poems about life. The Fortune Cookie is a modern-day nod to the murder/mystery writer, Agatha Christie. Seven willing participants win an all expense paid trip for a cruise off of the coast of California, but who is paying for this trip and why? The second story, Mind Over Matter, is an account of the birth experience and how the mind can heal the body. The third installment, The Unexpected Guest, is a tale about religion, neighbors and misunderstandings. The fourth story, Pharmacy, takes the reader into a world of thieves, drugs and money. The fifth story, The Dress Shop, is a tale of suspense and intrigue with dirty cops and wily characters. The sixth story, A loaf of Bread, tells an Iranian immigrant’s story of, coming to America. The seventh story, 25 years of marriage, is a stunning tale of the love and sacrifice of a 25-year marriage. And the final story, Suitcases of Apollonia, is a Bosnian refugee story. This collection of prose and poetry has something for everyone, with a central theme of resiliency.

And as promised an excerpt from the book:

The Fortune Cookie

Jane spotted the TMZ reporter waiting outside her house when she was about to leave. Will they never let up! She thought as she decided to confront them and get it over with once and for all.”Mrs. Franken!” The reporter called out.

“Yes.” Jane shouted back, as she pushed the button on her key ring to unlock the Subaru in the driveway.

“I just have a few questions.”

“You always do,” Jane said walking at a brisk pace as the reporter and cameraman rushed up to her on the driveway.

“Have you spoken with Miles?”

“As I stated on numerous occasions. We fostered Miles from the age of 12 to 18. When he graduated from Merriville High School he never looked back. We haven’t spoken to Miles in close to four years.”

“So, you’re not on speaking terms?”

“No!” Jane said as she slammed the door on her SUV, started the engine and pulled out of the driveway onto the side street of her modest home in Indiana.


Miles Westfield was a bit of an anomaly, raised in the foster care system from the age of 12, he gained attention and admiration in Merriville High School for his writing and producing 15 award-winning screenplays by the age of 17. This accomplishment generated attention of business executives at CBC talent agency in Hollywood, California who worked feverishly to get him hooked up with the studio executives for a 10% commission!

 After signing with Atlanta Studios, Miles achieved great success writing two number one television sitcoms, “She is Alright” for CBS and “Don’t Change a Thing” for Cinemax while attending college at Stardom University in Orange County! There was no doubt in the minds of studio executives that Miles Westfield was an up and coming boy genius.

His book, Party on Bart, became a New York Times Best seller, the first week it was published in 2015, right after he graduated college. He gained notoriety, fame and fortune for his accomplishments.

 Because of his flawless reputation as a producer, Paramount Pictures paid $2.5 million dollars for his screenplay, “Another Brother, Another Mother” that was currently in production.

There was no doubt that Miles was a rising star with a bright future. He achieved monumental success and status in his 24 years! Every up and coming college student and seasoned professional wanted to hitch a ride on this rising star for his phenomenal talent as a drama/comedy screenwriter.

Encore Studios hired him to write and produce a new reality television show with a $15 million dollar, budget.

Miles Westfield could do no wrong in the eyes of the studio executives, and it had gotten to his head as dreams of fame and grandeur grew to catastrophic proportions. With great privilege comes responsibility, but because Miles was so trusted, he had free rein on all of his projects.  No one needed to handhold him; he was a self-starter with amazing time management skills.


July 17th, 2017, Miles sat at the control panel at Encore Studios putting the finishing touches on his new reality television series, “The Fortune Cookie” when Trenton, his 19-year old college intern, joined him in the screening room.

“I can’t believe today’s the day!” Trenton said excitedly.

“Well it is! Finally, after a year of work, we’re about to get this party started.” Miles mused excitedly, as they looked at 16 monitors in the sound booth.


47-year-old, Thaddeus, exited the cab and approached his Fifth Avenue office building, in New York, wearing a silk blend suit, when a sharp dressed young man accompanied by a cameraman, approached him at the front campus of the structure. “Thaddeus Martinson?”


“I was just coming up to your office. I’m so glad I caught you. My name is Frank Stanford,” he said extending his hand in greeting. “I’ve been hired by ARG Resources. You have gotten the attention of the head honchos on Wall Street,” He continued smiling broadly. “You have been invited, for an all expenses paid trip to California, to attend, ‘Unleash the Power Within,” Seminar!”

Thaddeus was apprehensive as he listened over the hustle and bustle of the Manhattan Street, looking over to the cameraman; self-conscious, Thaddeus stood a little straighter and taller.

“We have taken care of everything for you, but you have to leave with me right now if you are going to make your flight.” Frank said pointing to the limousine double-parked on the street.

“Where is this taking place?” Thaddeus asked stunned and thinking, I still have three reports to finish before our quarterly meeting.

“On a yacht off the sunny California Coast near Catalina.”

Thaddeus raised his hand to his unshaven face and bristled the whiskers, as his thick blonde hair blew in the breeze and asked, ‘Tony Robbins?” Very aware of the camera angle, he quickly dropped his hand down to his side.

“Right you are!”

“Who will be attending?”

“Every up and coming Wolf of Wall Street.” Frank said and gently nudged Thaddeus’s elbow to lead him to the waiting limousine.

“Well okay then,” Thaddeus replied with a chuckle, thinking: I need a new deal quick! This is the break I’ve been looking for; it is only a matter of days before I go down like Madoff. I can feel the wheels of fortune smiling down on me, and I simply have nothing left to lose! He threw his shoulders back and walked proudly with Frank to the stretch limousine double-parked on the bustling street.


52-year-old, Nadia Narcette, stumbled through her Florida ranch trying to reach the incessant doorbell that woke her from a stupor in the back of the house as the dogs barked and the bird cawed. “Hold your horses! Hold your horses! I’m coming,” She yelled as she stubbed her toe on a pile of trash that was strewn in the hallway. “Mother of God!” She shouted as she grabbed her toe. “Holy hell, what can be so damn urgent!” She shouted as the doorbell continued. Shaking her foot, she patted down her unruly hair and pulled the silken robe tightly around her anorexic frame and proceeded through her hoarder house to the front door, which hadn’t been opened in months. “Calm down! I’m coming.” Nadia said, as she pushed debris out of the way to open the door a crack to reveal a handsome young man wearing a pinstriped suit. “What in God blazes do you want? You’re not a Jehovah’s Witness, are you?”

“No, I can assure you I am not. I am looking for, Nadia Narcette?”

“Yes. Well, what in the world do you want?”

The young man was taken aback by her appearance and the shabby conditions of her house and said, “My name is Frank Canton and I am here to tell you that you have won an all expense paid trip to California, from a secret admirer.”

“What in the Sam Hill are you talking about?”

“Someone from your past has sought you out and is whisking you away to California for a one week cruise. The Yacht is docked in Marina Del Rey. But your flight leaves in an hour, so you have to come with me now.”

Nadia looked down at herself. She hadn’t bathed in days and she was so hung over that she couldn’t even think straight.

“Go quickly and get dressed. I will explain more on our way to the airport,” he said standing to the side, revealing a limousine in the driveway and a cameraman to his left.

Stunned and shocked, she yelled, “Okay! Okay! Just give me a minute,” and slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Panicked, Nadia looked around her trash-strewn house! Who could it be? Nadia wondered. She met many rich men during all the 25 years she had been a stripper up and down the state of Florida. She figured she was forgotten by all of them as she walked carefully back to her bedroom that was piled to the ceiling with stuff and wondered what she should wear.

She took off her clothes and grabbed a bottle of witch hazel and proceeded to rinse her body down with it. The water had been shut off six months ago and she had been using a bucket as a toilet. Her house was in foreclosure, so she had nothing to lose. She grabbed an old shirt from the floor and poured the witch hazel over it and wiped out her armpits and crotch.

Her two dogs continued yipping as she shouted, “Settle down!” She pinned her hair down, put a net over it to hold her nappy hair in place, and placed her best wig over it, adjusting it to sit right. I really don’t care who it is, as long as I can get out of this hell hole, she thought as reached for her dusty old Channel black suit hanging from a nail on the wall. She shook it out and put it on.

All of the beautiful things she had acquired during her stripper days, that had made stripping seem worth it, were now buried under a sea of trash that had essentially been ruined by neglect. She fished out her best Christian Louboutin black pumps, grabbed her black quilted Coach purse and shoved her cosmetic bag in and went to the back door.

She released her two dogs, three cats and Macaw into the back yard saying, “Good luck fellows. Maybe I’ll see you when I get back? If I get back!” She locked the door, threw her keys in her purse, and pulled out her bottle of Channel Number 5 and spritzed herself from head to toe. She replaced the perfume and pulled out her Jackie O, dark sunglasses, before walking around the house and through the gangway to meet her mysterious handsome prince in the driveway.

“Here, I am! So sorry to have kept you waiting,” Nadia said in a long drawn out southern drawl as the stunned driver couldn’t help but react to the transformation.

“Your chariot awaits,” he said with a bow.

“I am so excited to find out what this is all about,” she said smiling to the camera.

“We must leave now. We’re running late. I don’t want you to miss your flight,” Frank said, as he closed the door of the limo and proceeded to get into the driver’s seat.

Nadia looked down at her ashen legs in horror and proceeded to rub them in an effort to remove the dead skin as the car backed out of the driveway.

She took off her sunglasses and fussed with her makeup and asked, “What can you tell me about my secret admirer?”

“I work for a limousine service and I’m instructed to tell you to look for your driver when you deplane at the John Wayne Airport in Newport Beach. In approximately six hours.”

“It’s all so mysterious and exciting!” Nadia said and thought, finally my prince has come. “But why was there a cameraman?”

“Just to record the momentous event, I imagine,” Frank said, unsure himself. With a deep sigh of relief, she sat back and enjoyed the rest of the ride to the airport.


56-year-old Sally, sat praying in the foyer of her Baptist church in Chicago. She was patiently waiting to speak to pastor John about job placement, when a modestly dressed woman walked in and asked, “Sally Trivalous?”

“Yes,” Sally said and rose to greet the woman.

end of excerpt

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About Love, is due for release, January 27th, 2018!

About Family will be released February 17th, 2018!

Be on the look out: I will be Spotlighted on Christy Kate McKenzie’s blog, Pink Heart Society, for the month of March!

Rituals Lost, A Pagan/Wiccan tale, Books 1, 2, and 3, will be coming out, June 2018.

A side note: While doing my genealogy after my cousin’s death, I met cousins in New Zealand who have invited me to a 90th birthday party in July. It is my hope to be able to go to New Zealand, Australia and make a quick stop in Sri Lanka on the way back. Funny thing is I think it is winter in New Zealand in July and monsoon season in Sri Lanka…I have to check with my good friend and author, Devika Fernando, who just opened a bed and breakfast in Sri Lanka to make sure, since I will be staying at her place if all goes well!

I’ll keep you posted.

Happy Reading! I read forty books in 2017.

How many do you plan on reading in 2018?


The 12 days of Christmas

I wrote a review of my favorite book, which turned out to be a not so humble brag. I have to admit that Simple Abundance, A daybook of Comfort and Joy, had a very profound affect on me and I just wanted to give Sarah Ban Breathnach a huge shout out, because her book changed my life.

You can find all Goodread book reviews on my website by clicking here.

Unfortunately, I am going to have to postpone the publication date of Electric, The Finale, Book 6 until February 1st, due to  conflicting schedules, and some extraordinary events that have made it impossible to publish by, January 1st.

I will however, publish another free chapter of Electric, The Finale, Book 6, on January 1st, to keep you going until the book comes out.

In keeping with the Simple Abundance Theme: I wanted to share my  12 days of Christmas, previous published on my Facebook Author page, that can be read anytime of year.

“On the first day of Christmas, I gave my true loves: The gift of my undivided attention.” Sarah Ban Breathnach Continue reading The 12 days of Christmas

Tuesday Teaser

Thanksgiving is just two days away and I am sure you are all busy preparing your feast.

I want to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. I know that I am thankful for all of you, my readers and for family and friends to gather around together this time of year.

It has been a rough year for us as my niece died on May 25th of a mysterious genetic disorder that her sister has now been diagnosed with. So prayers out to Katie, now that they know what they are dealing with she has a much better chance than her sister did. Please keep her and her two little daughters, Sammy and Amelia in your prayers.

My mother-in-law is still on a swift decline with Alzheimers disease. There is no easy way to deal with this disease and so prayers and patiences is all one can offer and have to give with this challenging illness.

Most recently my son’s cat has taken a turn for the worse. I try to imagine myself at his age, 31! I had four young children to raise and keep safe. Sadly, I never could have done it in today’s economy, but somehow I survived.

My son has three cats to support and he has done well for the past ten years. Here is how the story began: Continue reading Tuesday Teaser