Books with author Anne Harler

Sixteen-year-old Cybersnoop, Littanie Webster, color coordinated down to her underwear in denim and a Greek fisherman's cap, sat with her legs folded under her in 'the cage.' "Welcome to Cyber Snoop Nation," she specified. It was eighty degrees inside the recording booth and humid. On the advice of her lawyer, she decided on a guest for the evening at the last possible minute-Gene Wright.He wheeled his desk chair in a semi-circle and clicked a ball point pen nervously until she extended her hand and steadied him. Her voice was courteous, but patronizing. "We're on the air in five seconds-no background noise, please!" He braced his chair against her desk. She pinched the pen out of his fingers and tossed it into a cup filled with pencils. He grabbed it from the cup, spilling the contents over with a crashing sound."Klutz!" She screamed in a whisper. "You'd make a fortune in comedy reviving the Three Stooges." "Sorry, it's my gold award pen." Gene looked up at her with the child in himself giving her the pout of a newborn lamb. The red lights blinked "On Air," and her silver gaze of false innocence imploded into a critical squint. "We have a surprise guest tonight, folks," she murmured mysteriously. The words tingled strangely on her tongue. A caller, Gene Wright, nursed the microphone as if it were too precious to defile. "Why would someone offer a foreign guy two million to murder you?"

Four Astronauts and a Kitten is an adventure series. This family of four astronauts also includes fourteen-year old twin sons who want, like their older sister and mom, to take the latest space shuttle for a ride to rescue the space program. When some characters even think of selling defective parts to cut costs, the twins are on their tail. Its Patches, the Ragdoll-Siamese kitten, formerly a library cat, teaches new ways to rescue the space program and themselves just by being what he isa five-month old tomcat adopted by the space program as their mascot. Patches has more than nine lives. He has been around almost forever but poses as a five-month old kitten. He knows the secret of eternal youth. When the twins mom gets a dose of that youth serum and becomes thirteen again, whos going to fly the shuttle but the twins? Leave it up to the twins to start the Intergalactic Friendship Club, find a dad for their space physician pilot mom and their astronaut sister, restore mom to a grownup state, and bring together some new friends that they have madefrom very far away.

"They're library dogs, Charlie. They're all dog-faces," laughed the space station manager, as he waved goodnight to his security dogs and locked the gates. "They're not just dogs with jobs, but detective canines with investigative sniffing careers at the space station and in outer space." At night, the space station's library is eerie, dim lighted, and in places, simply velvet-shadow dark, except for the human's dogs. They mingle with the shape-shifting immortal space dogs that prowl the space station library's corridors and live among the rows of computers.Career dogs just want to have fun traveling onboard the space shuttles as working companion dogs, never locked behind gates. These dogs don't bite. They are dogs with purpose and passion. This is a team of working dogs that can shape-shift from dog to human and human to dog live outside of time. And in this century, they work for a mother and daughter astronaut team."Which dog sprayed wolf graffiti on the space shuttle?" A ground controller dog, a mellow, Chocolate Labrador retriever, studied the photo. "But how did it get there?""Maybe it's a paste-on tattoo that the astronauts put on board to celebrate all those years here," the pack leader howled in a licorice-sweet yelp. The omega canine hurried to switch off another computer. 'Retriever,' formerly a "library greeter dog" but now the ground controller's pet, sniffed with curiosity. He stretched and curled up on top of the filing cabinet.

When reading or writing the early medieval action or fantasy novel, have you ever wondered what it's like to write a time-travel historical novel set along the Silk Road? First you make a collage of historical facts of that period. Then you may whet your creative whistle by writing a short poem for inspiration or to open the flood gates of creativity. Start in right away with the action of the opening scene instead of describing characters in transit.In this story, two teenage nomadic women in the early 10th century ride across the mountains. One is descended from the 4th century Huns. The other is a Princess of the Steppes and the Caucasus.Both ride with the tamga of the horse seeking the orchards, a pet wolf, doing deeds of sharing, caring, and repairing in war-torn homelands and the open grasslands. Both are seeking new beginnings.They are not where the Volga meets the Caspian, but with friends and cousins breathing deeply the sparkling air beneath my Mount Elbrus. They wait in their village, their aoul. One is of the magnificient Caucasus, the other of the rolling Steppes north of the Black Sea. They travel through time in a land of orchards to the north, the scent of the birch trees, the patina, the starlight, seeking venture, value, and vision. Sit at their table and experience the eternal light of the East, the highlands, the Steppes, and the respite of these mountains and rivers from the Caucasus to the seas of Pontus and Meotis. They are one from many seeking joy of life and to do acts of kindness in their time-traveling adventures, and now, they must deal with the realities of a marriage.

Sixteen-year-old Cybersnoop, Littanie Webster, color coordinated down to her underwear in denim and a Greek fisherman's cap, sat with her legs folded under her in 'the cage.' "Welcome to Cyber Snoop Nation," she specified. It was eighty degrees inside the recording booth and humid. On the advice of her lawyer, she decided on a guest for the evening at the last possible minute-Gene Wright.He wheeled his desk chair in a semi-circle and clicked a ball point pen nervously until she extended her hand and steadied him. Her voice was courteous, but patronizing. "We're on the air in five seconds-no background noise, please!" He braced his chair against her desk. She pinched the pen out of his fingers and tossed it into a cup filled with pencils. He grabbed it from the cup, spilling the contents over with a crashing sound."Klutz!" She screamed in a whisper. "You'd make a fortune in comedy reviving the Three Stooges." "Sorry, it's my gold award pen." Gene looked up at her with the child in himself giving her the pout of a newborn lamb. The red lights blinked "On Air," and her silver gaze of false innocence imploded into a critical squint. "We have a surprise guest tonight, folks," she murmured mysteriously. The words tingled strangely on her tongue. A caller, Gene Wright, nursed the microphone as if it were too precious to defile. "Why would someone offer a foreign guy two million to murder you?"