Bøger af Cary Smith

Read me...Read me...Read me and be hypnotized by me. Let your intellectual nipple be open and free so I may tickle it. You may ask yourself in reading this, "Where exactly is my intellectual nipple?" Then you may say to yourself, "Well, if I don't know where my intellectual nipple is then I guess I'm not very intellectual," and you would be right, you aren't. But the intellectual nipple is quite elusive and ironic, and it is just that last thought that may help you to discover your intellectual nipple. Cary Smith will take you on a ride down his life and mind (and it won't be as creepy as it sounds). Along the way you may giggle, you may hate, you may love, and most likely in the amount of time it will take you to read this book, you will fart...this book does not consider itself prestigious or boring enough to deny that fact. Cary Smith will guide you along the way to possibly having your intellectual nipple tickled. Brad Cruise will uninvitingly add stuff to the text and make corrections as a special guest corrector. And most importantly, your intellectual nipple will be tickled, maybe? And according to Brad Cruise, the key to finding out where your intellectual nipple is is to realize that Cary Smith is poop and a writer not worthy of the very worthy literary world which sometimes makes people very sleepy. Once you have this realization your intellectual nipple will bask in tickling pleasure. (That is, if you consider tickling to be pleasurable, because many people don't, and, in fact, many find it torturous.) Just a warning from this summary: if you do find out where your intellectual nipple is (as everyone's intellectual nipple is not in the same place), it is recommended that you not tickle it too much unless you've had a few cocktails. If you just read this summary and said, "What in the hell?" then you are on your way to a discovery of the elusive intellectual nipple. This summary has exhausted itself and is tired of saying, "The elusive intellectual nipple." Please enjoy The Book, hate it very, very much, or go somewhere in the middle with your opinion of it.

The morning news on the radio is for many a critical start to their day. Unfortunately, the latest about the Covid-19 pandemic, boring politics and tales of wars, floods, and earthquakes in some hell hole all tend to get in the way of really vital news. Not important to the vast majority often, but that day it was to one man in particular. The news he was waiting for? He killed this vile woman the previous evening. Not an accident, you understand. Not a road traffic shunt due to him being drunk. He'd not got all drugged-up and shanked the bitch down some dark alley like some scumbags do, because she was in the wrong post code. Gordon killed her because he needed to. Because, to be perfectly honest, he was desperate for a bit of hands-on practice in readiness for the big one. AN INGA LARSSON NOVEL

Nurse Kelsey Pinhero was hoping her husband's wire animals had sold well when she agreed to meet up with curiosity shop owner Harry Simm on her day off. In Mablethorpe on a cold frosty December Monday morning, Kelsey surprisingly found the shop door unlocked when her knocking went unanswered. She stepped inside to discover nobody about. She did a quick search of the shop and his small flat upstairs. No Harry. Heading for his workshop outside in the yard, she discovered him propped up against a wall dressed only in his underpants. Dead.

Ruby is an imaginative little girl tired of wearing glasses. One day after she "misplaces" them before school, Ruby's mother sends her off without the despised spectacles. As she walks, imaginative but implausible sights interrupt the journey. Later, after being reunited with her glasses Ruby walks the same route however, this time the same sights appear much different. The creative mind of a small child helps Ruby concoct a story that makes sense of the disparity. Ruby Wears Glasses is a fun and amusing story with a positive message about learning to love oneself as we are.

Read me...Read me...Read me and be hypnotized by me. Let your intellectual nipple be open and free so I may tickle it. You may ask yourself in reading this, "Where exactly is my intellectual nipple?" Then you may say to yourself, "Well, if I don't know where my intellectual nipple is then I guess I'm not very intellectual," and you would be right, you aren't. But the intellectual nipple is quite elusive and ironic, and it is just that last thought that may help you to discover your intellectual nipple. Cary Smith will take you on a ride down his life and mind (and it won't be as creepy as it sounds). Along the way you may giggle, you may hate, you may love, and most likely in the amount of time it will take you to read this book, you will fart...this book does not consider itself prestigious or boring enough to deny that fact. Cary Smith will guide you along the way to possibly having your intellectual nipple tickled. Brad Cruise will uninvitingly add stuff to the text and make corrections as a special guest corrector. And most importantly, your intellectual nipple will be tickled, maybe? And according to Brad Cruise, the key to finding out where your intellectual nipple is is to realize that Cary Smith is poop and a writer not worthy of the very worthy literary world which sometimes makes people very sleepy. Once you have this realization your intellectual nipple will bask in tickling pleasure. (That is, if you consider tickling to be pleasurable, because many people don't, and, in fact, many find it torturous.) Just a warning from this summary: if you do find out where your intellectual nipple is (as everyone's intellectual nipple is not in the same place), it is recommended that you not tickle it too much unless you've had a few cocktails. If you just read this summary and said, "What in the hell?" then you are on your way to a discovery of the elusive intellectual nipple. This summary has exhausted itself and is tired of saying, "The elusive intellectual nipple." Please enjoy The Book, hate it very, very much, or go somewhere in the middle with your opinion of it.

Negative self-talk can be very dangerous in that it can adversely affect how we think, act and experience life. How does it do that? If the voice in our head is always saying that the worst is going to happen then our thoughts become fearful and we react in an overprotective manner and shelter ourself from the outside world. But there is a way out of this cycle if you can learn how to transform your negative thoughts into positive ones. This book teaches you how to change your thoughts from negative to positive, how to become aware of your anxiety triggers and common fears and how to overcome your mind. So don't let fear control you any longer. Grab your copy of Cary Smith's How to Change Negative Self-Talk to Positive Thoughts and start living life to the fullest today!

An early sunshine-laden Lincolnshire morn with a splattering of low lying mist, the dawning of a new day, each one fresher than the one before. All exactly as Inga Larsson loves early mornings, even from her younger days back home in Sweden. Each virgin day bathed in such delicate light, bringing with it endless possibilities, and any vain attempt to look into the future hides the realities of what indeed does lie ahead. On days like these, she considers it such a shame half the world is still asleep and will miss the delights of such a unique early morning atmosphere. For Inga, there was nothing more invigorating than cycling in fresh air at that time of day. Heading from her home along the banks of the River Witham into the cathedral city and back. Except that July Sunday morning, she never made it.

Detective Sergeant Jake Goodwin had been ushered to a body laid out in a farmer's field of freshly planted cabbages, discovered by the inevitable dog, this time a Collie sheepdog. Laid there before him, a local well-know environmentalist with one arm bandaged from wrist to shoulder, sealed with gaffer tape top and bottom. As if that was not enough, stuck to the bandaged arm in a clear plastic bag with the easily recognizable black and yellow skull and crossbones image were the printed words: Do NOT RemoveON PAIN OF DEATH

Detective Sergeant Jake Goodwin receives a call to head up the A15 to investigate a suspicious death near Hibaldstow. He discovers 29-year-old Rachel Barnard dead in an old rusty sheep trough. Rachel Barnard is a popular columnist on a local weekly newspaper in Lincolnshire, and her work has been more widely circulated by the owners. Her column is often investigative, pulls no punches, and whilst Rachel is a great supporter of women's rights, she can be critical of the way some of her gender spend their lives. The question is: Who has she investigated and exposed to such an extent that, in the end, murder is their only option?

AN INGA LARSSON NOVELTraffic Cops are alerted in the early hours to a tramp on a roundabout just outside Lincoln who has stumbled upon a body bag the old rogue had hoped to shelter in. Alas, it already has a resident. Dead.How can DI Inga Larsson and her team identify the corpse when nobody has reported him missing?Things then go from bad to worse when a 20-year-old young woman's body is discovered in the water jump at a local running track.Swedish-born Larsson is about to uncover a conspiracy of lies and deceit to prove the guilty are innocent as she discovers just how far some people will go to achieve what they want from life.

Back in late 2011 a young woman, separated from her partner with a young son upstairs asleep in bed, had been killed in Lincoln by somebody who, it appeared, she had invited into her kitchen at night.March 2012 and to the north of the cathedral city another young woman with a child has been strangled just outside her back door. Once again there is no rhyme or reason, DNA, forensics or any connection.DCI Craig Darke's troubles have just doubled.Then there's the death of a twin to turn his brain inside out.His troubles have just doubled again.Without warning a beautiful redhead from his teenage years turns up right out of the blue to set his heart racing. This highly respected and successful policeman is thrust headlong into memories of paddling in the sea, eating jelly and ice cream and going to the pantomime.Is kissing a girl he last saw when she was thirteen, enough to bring his whole world crashing down around him?A Lincolnshire murder mystery

Jacqueline Epton-Howe had heard of an unexplained death on the radio forty miles away as she prepared breakfast. "My story will most certainly be warts and all," she says. "Because that it is exactly how you'll find me and I make no excuses. I'm quite sure the modern thought police and other outraged sensitive souls will find fault with my intelligent yet less than politically correct terminology. If that is the case I'm afraid you'll have to like it or lump it. If this book is not your kettle of fish at all, you can always hand it in to a charity shop or chuck it in the recycle bin." Amber Coetzer had returned home to make an appalling discovery. A few years after her husband had been tragically killed in an accident at work she walked in to find the body of her only child Graeme.

'Back here soon as you can, there's an issue with DNA,' said Craig Darke.'How do you mean?' Larsson queried.'If I tell you, you'll not believe me.''Try me.''DNA found at the scene belongs to a woman who's been dead eleven years. More than just plain old-fashioned dead,' Darke said. 'She was murdered.'Back in 2006, Christine Streeter went missing. When her blood was discovered in the flat she shared with Thomasz Borowiak, he was jailed for manslaughter, even though her body was never found.Streeter remained missing, presumed dead, and Borowiak, who never admitted to her killing, is still languishing in jail. Then, in October 2017, after an anonymous tip-off, the police find the body of Mindi Brookes in a house in uphill Lincoln, together with fresh DNA. Of Christine Streeter.In Plain Sight reveals hideous secrets of the past, deadly crimes today, and will pit one woman against another.Lincolnshire Murder Mystery No 8

Detective Inspector Inga Larsson is enjoying a spot of retail therapy, sipping a cappuccino, and relaxing on a bright Sunday morning in Lincoln when her idyll is shattered by an alert to attend a major incident.She quickly discovers what started off as a simple suspicious death is, in fact, murder. As she delves deeper into the circumstances surrounding the young womanÕs death and the events leading up to it, she realizes the Gubber family has been hiding secrets for generations.There are torrid lies hidden beneath the benign appearance of Martha and Esther, the successful sisters. Inga is aware other people are lying to her and her team and there is a nasty undercurrent of bad practice, illicit trading, theft, and corruption, into which she must dig deep to uncover the truth.To make matters worse, her young assistant stumbles upon an extraordinary family twist known to only two living people.After this, visiting a farm shop will never quite be the same again!Lincolnshire Murder Mystery No 7

On the First day of Christmas Allan Townend, the Chief Constable, discovered an oven-ready Partridge from Waitrose wrapped in festive paper on his doorstep at home. On the Second day, having been to watch a local football match, David Lavender, the Deputy Chief Constable, found a card depicting two doves glued to his windscreen. On the Third day another senior police officer had three eggs thrown at his front door. Then as the sequence unfolded in accordance with the centuries old rhyme, five gold coloured curtain rings arrived in a jiffy bag, seven swans were poisoned on the Brayford in Lincoln, and then a magistrate was just one of many subjected to a childish prank, before the whole episode took a dark sinister turn. Should you be eagerly looking forward to a tale about a jolly old fat bearded bloke in a red suit with a few reindeer, you're going to be mightily disappointed. On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...a dead body. Lincolnshire Murder Mystery No 6

Harry Rusper, a trader in other people's discarded golden trinkets, has been discovered dead by his wife in their kitchen just outside Lincoln, with a claw hammer embedded in his skull. At the same time in the cathedral city, Harry's younger brother has had his home ransacked while he dined out in a local restaurant. Is the timing sheer coincidence or had Danny been at home would the same fate have come knocking on his door? Swedish born DI Inga Larsson realised right from the outset that this wasn't a run-of-the-mill domestic gone badly wrong. She knew for certain that this Harry Rusper was just as dead as any other murder victim, but with gold as a defining issue. Inga had to consider that this could very well be a case of both brothers being made to pay the price for Harry's brash dealing indiscretions. Her hunt for the killer and the truth will lead Inga down a road she could never have imagined. A road that will unleash a secret which, if revealed, would make headlines across the world.

Maggie Sneath's young nephew Barney has been doing renovation work out at Pingletoft Farm when he phones her to say the body of her pig-man husband Charlie has been discovered in a barn. A pig-man dead in a barn out in the flat wilds of Lincolnshire was a situation just ripe for a belligerent detective who never messes about, will leave political correctness with the fast-track graduate clever dicks back in Lincoln, crack a few yokel's heads together, sort out these country bumpkins and get it all done and dusted as soon as. Somebody somewhere had other ideas. Detective Chief Inspector Craig Darke has decided to send a woman! Lincolnshire Murder Mystery No 3

If you were a childless couple absolutely desperate for a family of your own and were offered a little blonde girl for £15,000 with no questions asked, what would you do? That's the dilemma facing DCI Luke Stevens, who already knows that once that little girl reaches puberty she will be snatched back for the sex trade, and there is absolutely nothing the couple can do, nobody they can turn to. This is 2012 and Stevens knows this awful trade in innocent children is about to start again in Skegness in the height of summer just when officers are being dragged away to help out at the Olympics. To make matters worse one of his team gets a call about a Lincoln University student found dead in a ditch, a crime that will be linked to another female on the internet determined to kill herself, and a man whose girlfriend was murdered in cold blood in Lincoln High Street. Where will Stevens' priorities lie?