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Parallel JusticeWhen tragedy strikes on his wedding night, U.S. Marshal Evan Longview begins a vengeful retaliation. When an opportunity appears that leads to his hated rival's downfall, Longview renews the chase in earnest. But when Evan inadvertently travels to another time, he is caught up in a different chase, one where he is the hunted. Helping to bring a witness to trial, and lost in a new world he doesn't understand, Longview must use his wits and his anger to survive, as this 20th century race against time is eerily parallel to his own past.Future JusticeNow Evan is stuck in 1990 and trying to make his way back in time. When a way is found to make this happen, his path becomes blocked by a greedy millionaire and his psychopath sibling. Evan and his FBI friend must wade through danger, deception and blood to find their friends and the time machine before time runs out and the shape of the world is changed forever.Final JusticeEvan Longview appears in Southern California 1890 with FBI agent Emily Jespsen. Evan is there to exact revenge on his childhood nemesis and wife's killer. But they are not alone as an even more dangerous adversary has followed them back in time. Learning of Evan's past and dodging killers, together they plan to patch up the past and forge a new future for themselves, if they survive.

The Sapient Salesman: Spinning Life into Lessons, One Tale at a Time is a collection of short stories, based on real-life events, that showcase the salesmanship - or lack there of - present in every-day interactions. Each story uses otherwise ordinary events to bring into question the sales tactics and interpersonal philosophies we employ and perhaps] take for granted. Through the introspection they inspire, you will discover opportunities to improve your own sales practices - both personally and professionally.

At Home with Disquiet takes us on a woman's progress through childhood, early womanhood, marriage, childbirth, divorce, death, new love. Raw, tender, always unsparing, Wilson gives us a mother growing even as her children grow, revealing to her more of the world, dissipating the violence of the self. Total easement is not granted--just, perhaps, a gentler reckoning with existence. "Compelling, urgent, lean, Erin Wilson's poems read as though Emily Dickinson's secret love child ran off to Canada and mated with a wolf." -- Roger Mitchell, The Hamilton Stone"At last, a voice at home with music. A voice that understands rhetoric, simplicity, complexity. Erin Wilson's collection has the range that a dynamic assortment of poems demands in this era. At Home With Disquiet flows like a northern river through the woods and the canyons and homes along the riverbank, its poems like stories, its poems like chants. This is one of the most powerful gathering of poems I've read in years. She has the whisper, the dragon voice, only time can understand. Our study is to understand that a new voice has strode across the field, and made its place. Disquiet is solid, mysterious, yet clear as it unfolds in the meadow of her life with children and lover floating past." -- Brian Brett, author of The Colour of Bones in a Stream, To Your Scattered Bodies Go (2011 CBC poetry prize) and Uproar's Your Only Music (Globe & Mail Book of the Year)"This is a book of dualities, of not only odes but laments, for the hand that generously gives is also the hand that harrows. Farm life and its surrounding wilderness stun with the ' s]tippled fringe of conifer and a crosshatch of white birch' yet also with the cow, succumbed, stuck to a southbound fence in a winter storm, one eye 'a perfect pond / frozen over.' A hungry ache, of both the spirit and the body, hums through these poems, and motherhood, that yearslong tightrope walk of plenitude and loss, leaps to vivid life. 'It doesn't matter what she makes the fire with. / The mother burns, ' writes Wilson. This book will smolder inside you long after you close its pages." -- Francesca Bell, author of Bright Stain and A Love That Hovers Like a Bedeviling Mosquito

"With each poem in Blue, Erin Wilson births and re-births what it is to mother-from the years of innocence and hide-and-seek, to the terror of raising a teen consumed with depression. She takes what is most raw, most vulnerable, most undone, and brings it to the page with precision and gem-like perfection. Intimate. Tormented. Urgent. Tender. Infused with primal love. These are poems that tell the truth. I was hypnotized by Blue." - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Hush and Naked for Tea

With each poem in BLUE, Erin Wilson births and re-births what it is to mother-from the years of innocence and hide-and-seek, to the terror of raising a teen consumed with depression. She takes what is most raw, most vulnerable, most undone, and brings it to the page with precision and gemlike perfection. Intimate. Tormented. Urgent. Tender. Infused with primal love. These are poems that tell the truth. I was hypnotized by BLUE. - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Hush and Naked for TeaInvigorating, inventive, and remarkably honest...these poems tell the story of a life at risk of spilling over the edge of the page, capturing the magnitude of a restless, relentless search for both wound and healing. These are poems born of a kind of wrought faith that, despite all the breaking, language still might bring us closer to each other, and closer to ourselves. Wilson has given us a heady, intoxicating experience, a fascinating collision of tradition and innovation, all exquisitely layered in self, art, tenderness, and a rich testament to the ever-present need for risk and empathy. - John Sibley Williams, As One Fire Consumes Another and Skin Memory With such daring, Wilson illuminates a universe that hurts us to see. But she accounts for the days in BLUE with such humility and restraint that it is a gift. To read this book is first to be saddened, winded, and then to be surprised by joy. - Emily Tristan Jones, editor Columba...I loved this book. For the vague science of its radiance, for its reverse resurrections, for the timestamps its poetry puts on the disorientation of the parent and the parented, for its carrying of a sorrow that remains unpaid by sadness, and, most of all, for trying to keep with color a nothingness from going bad. - Barton Smock, Skin to Skin in an Unmarked Life and Ghost Arson