Revisiting Claymont

I've been visiting with the fine folks of Claymont for the past several months and am happy to introduce you to the fifth installment of my Heartland Revenge Series: "Reclamation."

You can find it here in paperback, and if you're a Prime member, you can read it for free in ebook form via Kindle Unlimited.

My more-than-semi-but-not-quite-full-retirement has given me time to reflect on this series. I even went back to correct some of the more egregious typos in the first book, "Retribution." This time around, I think I managed - with huge help from the Captain and Lyn & Amy - to keep those to a minimum and to improve the overall writing. Any errors are mine, of course, and I hope you'll overlook any you see. Also, Donna and Jason were instrumental in keeping me credible (ish?) with regard to the goings on at a surface coal mine, and Justin offered great insights, too. Grateful to Shannon and Amanda, as well.

It's hard, for me at least, to drop in on Claymont and to leave it fully in the rear view when the last page is read. Don and Ron, the long-absent brothers of Justine, Karla, Marla and Rhonda Ickes, have been knocking on my mental door. I don't know how long it'll be before I give in to them, but I suspect I will unless I get distracted by another project.

I hope you enjoy this one. If you're inclined to go back there with me, please let me know what you think.

Note to my pre-read editing group: You know the gist of this story, but I do think I made improvements after your last look, so there are still some surprises for you if you want to read it just for pleasure. 

Note just for Monica and Lisa: this book will not make you blush. Much.

And a final note to everyone: The story and the characters come from my twisted mind; it's fiction. And definitely not a tutorial for anyone thinking they have scores to settle. 

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