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About the Author. . .
Judy Clemens is the author of Till The Cows Come Home and the soon-to-be released Three Can Keep a Secret. A professional stage manager, Judy has free-lanced at theaters in Louisville, KY, and Philadelphia, PA. She has also published plays and short stories. Judy lives in Ohio with her husband and two children, where their livestock consists of three house cats.
Till The Cows Come Home is a 2005 Agatha Award nominee for Best First Novel. The Agatha Awards are given by Malice Domestic, Ltd. a nonprofit 501(c)(3) corporation. Annually, the entity gives several awards saluting the traditional mystery—-books best typified by the works of Agatha Christie. The genre includes mysteries that contain no explicit sex, excessive gore or violence. Books in this genre usually feature an amateur detective, they have a confined setting and have characters who know one another.
A description of Till The Cows Come Home by Judy Clemens appears below.
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Featured Book: TILL THE COWS COME HOME ISBN: 1-59058-082-6 Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press Price: $24.95 http://www.poisonedpenpress.com
Other books by this author: COMING SOON! Three Can Keep a Secret Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
Sources for books by this author: Direct from the author - http://www. judyclemens.com
Also available from Poisoned Pen Press, Amazon.com, and by order from other booksellers and online vendors.
E-mail: contact@judyclemens.com
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TILL THE COWS COME HOME by Judy Clemens
Book Description
Stella Crown, dairy farmer and Harley-Davidson enthusiast, must discover why children in her town are dying, and thwart an evil saboteur set on destroying her town.
TILL THE COWS COME HOME by Judy Clemens, begins as follows:
CHAPTER ONE
“It’s a boy! It’s a boy!” Zach shrieked. “Oh no. Really?” I slumped to the floor, my elbows resting on my knees. “All that work for a boy?” Carla grimaced. “Sorry, Stella.” “Stop. It’s not your fault.” “Poor old cow,” Howie said. I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall. It was only mid-morning and already the temperature was in the high eighties. I wiped my forehead on my sleeve and looked at the mother, never one of my favorites. She’d just had a calf cut out of her side and now she stood there, dumbly chewing her cud, as if nothing had happened. I made a face at her. “What now?” I asked. “Now we sew ‘er up,” Carla said. “Give me a hand.” Doctor Carla Beaumont waded through the straw to her med kit and pulled out a hook-shaped needle and long pieces of thick thread. Her biceps-high gloves made the work cumbersome, but she handled the instruments with the deftness of an experienced veterinarian. “Come on,” she said. “Hold this while I stitch. Keep the two sides out far enough I can get to them.” I grabbed hold of the cow’s uterus, visible through the gaping incision in the side of the cow. It was slippery and warm, covered with blood and who knows what other kind of slime.
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TILL THE COWS COME HOME by Judy Clemens, ©2004. All rights reserved.
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