Title: MOSES & MAC
Author: Franca Pelaccia
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Pages: 303
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Adventure/Mystery
Author: Franca Pelaccia
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Pages: 303
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Adventure/Mystery
On her dismal 30th birthday, unassuming Victorian scholar
Mackenzie Braden receives a mysterious package from her Aunt Sara,
urging her to locate Moses’ rod. The most powerful weapon in history
will start global chaos if it lands in the wrong hands. Sara was an
agent for the top-secret Vatican Archaeological Service. She has also
been dead for 30 years and the agency dormant for just as long.
Mackenzie’s only clue is a souvenir figurine of Moses, and except for
hunky ex-military pilot Eoin Reilly, her allies are as inept as she is.
But nothing is going to stop Mackenzie from recharging her lacklustre
life, fulfilling her mission, finding answers about her aunt, and
making Eoin her birthday present. Armed with the figurine, Mackenzie
sets off with Eoin for the Middle East. There she has to fend off a
Ph.D. candidate turned terrorist, a dysfunctional family of treasure
hunters, a fake Mossad operative, a manic former VAS agent, the
underground tunnels of the Gaza Strip, and a whole lot of rocket
launchers. But this is training for the ultimate confrontation with her
aunt’s and now her greatest foe, a charming deposed Saudi prince with
world domination on his mind.
Mackenzie Braden receives a mysterious package from her Aunt Sara,
urging her to locate Moses’ rod. The most powerful weapon in history
will start global chaos if it lands in the wrong hands. Sara was an
agent for the top-secret Vatican Archaeological Service. She has also
been dead for 30 years and the agency dormant for just as long.
Mackenzie’s only clue is a souvenir figurine of Moses, and except for
hunky ex-military pilot Eoin Reilly, her allies are as inept as she is.
But nothing is going to stop Mackenzie from recharging her lacklustre
life, fulfilling her mission, finding answers about her aunt, and
making Eoin her birthday present. Armed with the figurine, Mackenzie
sets off with Eoin for the Middle East. There she has to fend off a
Ph.D. candidate turned terrorist, a dysfunctional family of treasure
hunters, a fake Mossad operative, a manic former VAS agent, the
underground tunnels of the Gaza Strip, and a whole lot of rocket
launchers. But this is training for the ultimate confrontation with her
aunt’s and now her greatest foe, a charming deposed Saudi prince with
world domination on his mind.
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A birthday no one remembered was outright unforgivable. A
birthday that would change all those to follow was downright insane.
birthday that would change all those to follow was downright insane.
It was a changing of the guard
birthday. The one when everything went thicker—face moisturizers, waistlines
and mindsets, and the absence of a credible man in my life was tossed around
me, over me, behind me, and in front of me by all my loved ones. But, instead
of a “Happy Birthday, Mackenzie” call from a mother who was never supposed to
forget. Or a “You thought your old man forgot, didn’t you, Mackie?” from a
father who pretended to forget. Or some form of birthday sympathy from any of
my three older sisters, I got a call from ancient Father Somerville.
birthday. The one when everything went thicker—face moisturizers, waistlines
and mindsets, and the absence of a credible man in my life was tossed around
me, over me, behind me, and in front of me by all my loved ones. But, instead
of a “Happy Birthday, Mackenzie” call from a mother who was never supposed to
forget. Or a “You thought your old man forgot, didn’t you, Mackie?” from a
father who pretended to forget. Or some form of birthday sympathy from any of
my three older sisters, I got a call from ancient Father Somerville.
Father Somerville saw through my
god-forsaken soul, or made me believe it, even now in my supposedly
all-powerful thirtieth year of life. In his sixty-year-old seasoned pulpit
voice, he declared I had received a package from my Aunt Sara. A package from
her would have been great on a birthday no one remembered, if Aunt Sara hadn’t
vacated her office and neglected her duties as lecturer of biblical archaeology
over thirty years before and been declared dead twenty years ago.
god-forsaken soul, or made me believe it, even now in my supposedly
all-powerful thirtieth year of life. In his sixty-year-old seasoned pulpit
voice, he declared I had received a package from my Aunt Sara. A package from
her would have been great on a birthday no one remembered, if Aunt Sara hadn’t
vacated her office and neglected her duties as lecturer of biblical archaeology
over thirty years before and been declared dead twenty years ago.
Aunt Sara was my father’s youngest
sister. She was also my godmother. Along with my Uncle Tony, she had held my
tiny head over the baptismal font thirty years before. She had posed for
pictures with every relative on the Irish side of the family and wisely followed
that up with everyone on the Italian side. She enjoyed the seven-course meal at
my Uncle Gianni’s restaurant, left to catch a plane to Cairo
and was never heard from again. Unless there was delivery from heaven or as
both rosary-touting grandmothers would say, from that other place that can’t be
named, the package had to be a joke from one nasty person.
sister. She was also my godmother. Along with my Uncle Tony, she had held my
tiny head over the baptismal font thirty years before. She had posed for
pictures with every relative on the Irish side of the family and wisely followed
that up with everyone on the Italian side. She enjoyed the seven-course meal at
my Uncle Gianni’s restaurant, left to catch a plane to Cairo
and was never heard from again. Unless there was delivery from heaven or as
both rosary-touting grandmothers would say, from that other place that can’t be
named, the package had to be a joke from one nasty person.
But, heck, it was my big 3-0
birthday. Maybe this was some ploy, although on the dark side, to get me to a
big birthday bash.
birthday. Maybe this was some ploy, although on the dark side, to get me to a
big birthday bash.
Franca Pelaccia is the author of Moses & Mac, a fast-paced and lively action/adventure/mystery and the first book of the Vatican Archaeological Service series published by Solstice Publishing. The second book is tentatively entitled Mac & the Crusaders. Under the pseudonym of Kirsten Paul, Franca is the author of two romantic comedies for the Calendar Men of King Court series. The first book, The Hockey Player & the Angel will soon be published by the Wild Rose Press. The second book, The Detective & the Burglar is in progress. Writing as Francesca Pelaccia, Franca self-published The Witch’s Salvation,
a historical paranormal novel, which won the Beck Valley Reviewers’
Choice Award for 2013. An avid reader, Franca reviews novels for the
Historical Novels Society.
Website Address: https://francapelaccia.com/
Blog Address: https://francapelaccia.com/blog/
Twitter Address: https://twitter.com/FrancaPelaccia
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a historical paranormal novel, which won the Beck Valley Reviewers’
Choice Award for 2013. An avid reader, Franca reviews novels for the
Historical Novels Society.
Website Address: https://francapelaccia.com/
Blog Address: https://francapelaccia.com/blog/
Twitter Address: https://twitter.com/FrancaPelaccia
Facebook Address: https://www.facebook.com/pg/FrancaPelacciaAuthor/posts/?ref=page_internal
Ann C. Purvis, chose to publish her first novel under her birth name,
Elizabeth Collums; this is her true roots and where she has drawn from
many of the experiences she wrote about. She lives in Denham Springs,
Louisiana and enjoys DIY projects. She has two daughters, a step
daughter, son-in-law, two amazing granddaughters, and her dog Daisy.
Website Address: ElizabethCollums.com
Facebook Address: https://www.facebook.com/ann.purvis.754
Elizabeth Collums; this is her true roots and where she has drawn from
many of the experiences she wrote about. She lives in Denham Springs,
Louisiana and enjoys DIY projects. She has two daughters, a step
daughter, son-in-law, two amazing granddaughters, and her dog Daisy.
Website Address: ElizabethCollums.com
Facebook Address: https://www.facebook.com/ann.purvis.754
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