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International: Dagger in the Cup takes Number 1 spot | Read More
Be the champion of your own life
6 Books that address women's rights issues published on June 11, 2014 by Special Reports

New Faction Novel Set in the Blue Ridge Mountains Sheds Light on one of Virginia's Darkest Secrets | Read More
While the secrets uncovered in JB Hamilton Queen's new novel, A Dagger in the Cup may appear fictionalized and outlandish, the startling reality reveals a time when racism, fear, and ignorance grew so strongly that thousands of innocent people were sterilized and sent to live in a community on the outskirts of society just under a century ago in Amherst County, Virginia.

New Book, | Read More
The road to Dagger in the Cup's publication was a long and winding one, with many of life's obstacles to overcome. Sometimes we must struggle, and when we do and put forth effort in a positive way, we most often are rewarded. That long and winding road fraught with obstacles led to Dagger in the Cup being a winner in the 2014 National Indie Excellence Book Awards.

Congratulations, You're a Winner in the 2014 National Indie Excellence Awards! | Read More
It is our great pleasure to inform you that you are a Winner in the Faction category for the 2014 National Indie Excellence Awards.

Dagger in the Cup | Read More
Listen to the radio interview on iUniverse 5/11/14

Stories
Publication of my latest novel, Sting | Read More
I am excited to announce the publication of my latest novel, Sting. I enjoy the journey of writing a novel, and this one was no different in that aspect. But it is very different in subject matter.

Sting is available in paperback and eBook format on Amazon.com and iUniverse Bookstore. It can also be ordered from any bookstore. I hope you will give it a read, and if you like it, post a review on Amazon.

Thank you for being loyal fans. ~JB

Dagger in the Cup | Read More
The daughter of a mountain gatherer and healer, sixteen-year-old Shug Yokem knows every sound the mountains make: the creaking of limbs in winter, the prattle of rain in spring, the whisper of summer winds, and the crackle of fall's sun-dried foliage underfoot. She knows which plants will cure and which will kill. Until Cleo Sizemore shows up on her and her mother's doorstep, she has never had an enemy, let alone entertained the idea of killing someone.

The Little People in the Silvertone | Read More
There was magic in that wooden box that sat in the living room near the front door. I don't recall when my fascination for the box began or when I took notice of it being there. But when I was old enough to comprehend a few words of the English language, my mother told me it had stood in the same spot long before I was born, a radio, she had called it. A Sears Roebuck Silvertone.

Raincrow | Read More
The raincrows' warning rode upon a chill wind down the Kentucky mountainside to Katelin Stone that Indian Summer day. The rain would come, and her world as she knew it would end. There would be a new beginning for her. Her mother's death sets into motion the events that become her hell. Her father's surprise marriage brings into their home a calculating and money-grabbing woman and her troubled teenage son, who terrorizes Katelin with vicious attacks and cold-bloodied threats that force her to forsake Walter, her true love, and at sixteen to marry a man she hardly knows.

Imminent Reprisal | Read More
In an unfamiliar city, Jessica Langdon, an aeronautical engineer, has just seen her daughter murdered. Her vow of vengeance rockets her into a tidal wave of danger and deception. With only a set of initials and two words to go on, she takes an alias and tracks down the killers. Fear is her only companion until she meets Special Agent Hunter Rawls. But he wants her to stay out of his ongoing investigation of "the corporation," a mammoth organization whose powerful members will stop at nothing to achieve their purpose--- a plot of conspiracy that threatens a takeover of the United States government. And she will stop at nothing to stop them all.

Sweet Gums | Read More
Homer Ashley Fields has only one living relative, an aging grandfather, who for thirty-two years has lived in self-imposed silence rather than to answer questions about his mysterious past. At age twelve, Homer stopped asking; the scar on his arm a reminder never to ask again. That day, his grandfather sat down with a notebook and a pencil and began to write, over the years filling notebook after notebook and locking them in an old trunk. Homer suspects the answers to all his questions are on the pages, but he will not betray his grandfather's trust. When a stranger's appearance terrifies his grandfather into a near heart attack, Homer feels certain the man is linked to his grandfather's past, and contemplates breaking into the trunk. By chance, he finds two handwritten pages behind the trunk that reveal the horrible truth that took the lives of thousands and drove his grandfather from his home at age eleven to fend for himself. Now he must find his ailing grandfather's siblings, if they are still alive- before it is too late.

Masters of the Breed | Read More
Jessie stumbled into the kitchen and glanced to the cat clock Hunter had given her, the eyes darting back and forth in sync with the movement of its tail. It was just six-thirty. Ordinarily, the whimsical clock produced a smile.

She tightened the belt of her robe and glared at the dirty cups and glasses piled in the sink. She grabbed a cup from the top of the heap, rinsed it, and filled it with coffee she had made more than two hours earlier, after returning from Scott Brooks'. Breaking into his house served only to open her eyes to just how irrational she had become.

The Faceless Doll | Read More
I never played much with dolls as a young girl. Living on a farm with an older brother and his friends as playmates, I grew up a tomboy. A cane pole over my shoulder and a bucket of worms swinging from the bail of a Karo syrup bucket, I would pound the dusty trail with them to the catfish pond. But the year I turned twelve, dolls played an important part in my life, providing a memory I will always hold dear.

Behind the Mysteries | Read More
It was a dark, almost ebony jungle with black jagged mountains and dark clouds in the background. The only touch of color was a small yellow orchid on a gnarled tree in the foreground. The dark jungle, night sky, and the gothic mountain was definitely me, and the small touch of living color was about the right size.
Midnight Pass- a Stuart Kaminsky novel

Frozen Stiff | Read More
One day back in the winter of 1929, the wind blew up quite a snowstorm, howling through the valley and racing over the river in a small railroad town in Estill County, Kentucky. I was just a small child, six or seven, the best I remember, and snowstorms were not unusual, but this one was different. More than likely, it stands out in my memory because of what happened that night.

Dog Days of Summer | Read More
In the days when the sun burns hot and the air stands still, the seas boil, wine turns sour, man and beast become languid, and dogs grow mad. The Greeks and ancient Romans viewed these days, early July through early September, as an evil time. They called them "days of the dogs." As a young child in Kentucky, I grew to fear the approach of July, when the air between land and sky trembled with heat, and the hay in the fields shriveled into itself to hide from it. "Dog days is here," my grandmother would warn, "stay away from bats, skunks, and dogs what foams at the mouth. They'll bite ye and turn ye into one of 'em. Ye'll beg fer water and scream at the sight of it."

It's in the Can | Read More
When I shut the door to my room, all I could think of was that five gallon lard can Paul and I hid in an old abandoned tobacco barn off Barnes Mill Road. We had buried it beneath a mound of musty and mildewed hay piled in a dark back corner.

The Halloween Queen Of Opposum Kingdom | Read More
That afternoon as the school bus carried me the thirteen miles back to Opossum Kingdom, I still couldn't believe what happened in home room. So lost in my thoughts was I that the antics of rowdy schoolmates failed to pull me from them. Except for my obnoxious first cousin Patsy, who lived in town. I was glad when she got off the bus.


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