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GAZING INTO THE CRYSTAL BALL
The future is bright for talented Clare London who allows her effervescent personality to shine through her work. Clare has a master plan filled with intriguing contracted stories that will be published over the next few years. Today, we focus on her paperback releasing this Sunday from Amber Quill Press. It's a collection of her latest e-books I know you will enjoy.
Clare London
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-798-4 (Paperback)
BUY LINK goes live April 25, 2010
From two men in the middle of a secret affair, to a young muse bringing inspiration to a failing artist, to an established couple discovering they can still surprise each other, to ex-lovers finding compromise far more important than conflict, this collection of stories celebrates the diversity and delight of lovers who seem mismatched, but whose love is strong enough to find the way to each other's heart—and a home together.
Previously available only in electronic format, these four stories of gay erotic romance have now been combined for a paperback edition! Included are the tales...
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-649-9 (Electronic)
The attraction between Chaz and Ryan is as strong as ever, but they've taken a relationship break, frustrated by each other's lifestyle. Chaz is a drifter, casual to the point of carelessness. Ryan is a control freak, preferring order and organization. It just wasn't working between them. When Chaz moves apartments yet again, the project is fraught with chaos and plenty of breakages. Despite Chaz's determination to be independent, Ryan comes to help out. Chaz admits he's grateful for the friendly support. Or at least, that's how it starts.
I took a deep breath. "I think I was meant to be changing my own behavior as well. I think I made promises, too. About growing up, about remembering I might have someone else's interests to consider. Right?"
There was wary gratitude in his eyes. "Yes, you did. You were going to watch yourself, as well."
We did some more of the staring thing. "Haven't been too good at it so far, have we?"
"No." He shook his head, eyes rueful. "Control freak…you said that, plenty of times. I was sweating the small stuff. Chill out, you said. Back off."
I winced. "Yeah, I can talk shit, too."
He smiled, genuinely amused I think. "Look, I said before, I don't want you to be different—"
"No," I interrupted. "I know that. Wouldn't work anyway, eh? But it wouldn't work with you, either."
"And that's just how I like you, Ryan Crawford."
He went very quiet. I couldn't hear a breath, couldn't see his chest moving. He worried his lower lip and I couldn't take my eyes off the gesture. My gut was still disturbed, but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling. I suspected I knew where this discussion was leading.
"You like…"
"Yeah," I said, more firmly. "You. As you are. Liked you the first day I met you." Fell for you shortly after. "Whatever crap I say to the contrary, it's good to know I can rely on you. Good to know you look out for me. Yeah, you drive me mad. But…" What should I say? How should I say it? He could take a joke like the next guy, but this was something else. "You're a challenge to me. It's exciting."
"You mean the differences?" He was looking at me from under half-lidded eyes.
I held his gaze, trying not to blush like some idiot. "More than that. You…yourself."
He nodded. Didn't answer.
It was still my spot on stage. "I can see that this lifestyle of mine is a problem for you."
"You can?"
"Yeah. And I'm sorry about that, I genuinely am. I guess it wouldn't hurt me to be a little more responsible. It wouldn't hurt me to admit that just concentrating on me doesn't always get me where I want to be. That sometimes I have to backpedal a bit, and mop up a few mistakes. That sometimes I wish…"
Ryan's mouth opened slightly and he moistened his lips. "Chaz…"
"I wish sometimes I'd thought things out a little more carefully."
He looked startled. "You mean, like the moving?"
"Uh-huh." But that wasn't actually what I was thinking. I was suddenly more concerned that I'd let some pushy blond with cute manners talk me into a separation that—if I'd ever had the sense to realize it—I'd never wanted. I did like the way he looked out for me, provided the anchor for my occasional turbulence. Yeah, I blustered about it but, I'd missed it. And if I'd put some kind of careful thought into the whole separation suggestion, rather than the arrogance I wore like a badge of honor, I might have been able to bring some compromise to the table, rather than a shrug and a surrender. It was a two-way street. Or so someone once told me.
Ryan's face was a picture—a picture of strange, shocked hope. At least, I hoped that's what it was, and not permanent hemorrhoids from sitting on the damp, crappy stools that I was sure I'd thrown out after the last move.
"I can see things a little more clearly, too," he said. His voice wasn't hoarse anymore. It was soft and low, issuing from those soft yet firm lips of his. Ryan spoke a lot of sense. He could be a fool, same as me, but I knew it was plain cussedness that often prevented me from distinguishing between the two. "I guess I can see that it's not the end of the world, not having a plan."
My turn to be startled. "No?"
His face twisted in a wry smile. "Guess that's something from a control freak like me, eh? Sometimes I like the carefree, the sudden. The spontaneous."
"I'm working on it. You're worth it."
Dammit. That sly grin of his infiltrated my defenses like a rat under a fence. I took another deep breath. "Ryan, I want to do something fairly spontaneous right now, but I'm just not sure how close you are to that coffee machine, which will either explode in your face or you'll want to beat me off with it—"
He beat me to it, instead. He took two more steps forward, slid his hand around the back of my neck, pulled me forward and kissed me. Hard. His lips were at the firm stage, his palm was slightly sweaty—just how I liked it on my skin—and he smelled like the most delicious thing I could think of, if I'd been able to think clearly at that moment, if his tongue hadn't been sliding into my mouth, if he hadn't been whispering against my cheek such incoherent sounds of need, such gasps of please…
Gavin McGrath's art career is in ruins, his health is failing, his wife's left him because of his promiscuity, and he's alienated people in the industry with his aggressive and arrogant behavior.
But when a full pot of red paint falls on his current canvas, apparently ruining it, it brings a change in his life he never expected. A strange, beautiful young man appears in his studio as his companion and Muse. Matteo is from another time but he understands artists all too well—and now his place is with Gavin.
Matteo brings devotion and inspiration across the centuries, forcing Gavin to take stock of his life and his behavior in the months he has left to him. Eventually Gavin realizes he must reconsider the capacity for love he's always scorned—before it's too late for both him and Matteo...
...Matteo yawned slowly, not self-conscious at all. Then, quite calmly, he dropped to the floor and settled himself cross-legged beside my easel. "You said it yourself. You can't ignore the cries from inside your gut. That painting cries to me."
Dear God. "And what does it cry to you, Matteo?" The sarcasm wasn't as sharp as I'd intended. "You said I painted it from life, but that's nonsense."
He sucked thoughtfully on the orange, his nose crinkling every time his teeth bit into it. It was an innately charming, affectionate gesture. "It cries life to me. Hurt. Love. Warmth. Death."
"Clichés," I snapped. I was surprisingly disappointed in him. He was nothing but a high school critic, a pretentious mimic. No better than Ailsa and some of the other fawning idiots who came around, ostensibly to learn from me. A trespasser.
He shrugged again and reached for the other half of the orange. He'd sucked the first half quite dry and there were flecks of its flesh on his lower lip. He looked up at me from under thick, dark lashes. "It cries passion to me."
My breath stilled in my chest. I'd have been scared by the fierce concentration in his gaze if I didn't know all this couldn't be real. "That's not what I want. Not now."
Matteo laughed as if we both knew I was talking complete crap. Other people had laughed at me in the past, but their laughter was full of scorn and dismissal. Matteo's was…happy. Fond. After a moment, I smiled, too.
He snagged another orange and settled his back against the wall. He drew his legs up against his chest, well-developed muscles straining against the material of his pants, one hand resting on his knees. "But for now, you must also finish what you've started. All these paintings…" With the hand holding the orange, he gestured toward the stacked canvases. "You must decide on the good ones and make them better. Then sell them so you have enough money."
I shook my head, astonished at his boldness. "You know nothing about it. They're all crap, there's nothing new there." Or so my agent had said, both to my face and then in correspondence, because he was a coward. I wasn't an idiot, I knew my bad temper had increased over the last few years. I'd scared the shit out of him more than once and also alienated most of the gallery owners in town. Even hardened art journalists thought twice about approaching me nowadays. What did I have to offer anymore? I was at the end of the road on so many levels. I'd never have admitted my failures to Ailsa, but here I was, baring my rather soiled soul to this weird, misguided young man.
Matteo laughed. Such a relaxed, untroubled sound. "But I'm here now." He leaned his head back and planted his bare feet firmly on the floor, wriggling once more to get comfortable. "So now you must tell me about yourself, Gavin McGrath." When I opened my mouth to protest again, he shook his head, his young, soft eyes a little grave. "While you paint, of course."
It was nonsense. Didn't I say so? All of it. It couldn't be happening and it shouldn't be tolerated. But I got up from my chair and picked up the palette. Matteo nodded at me, encouragingly. I stood at the easel and concentrated on the top section of the canvas. The red paint had bubbled there; the light in the studio caught the top of each bump, reflecting and refracting, blending the dips and shadows. I could see the opportunity there to paint the emergence of a life, bubbling into existence, raw and innocent and clean. My vision was much clearer than usual and the pain in my chest had eased. For one brief, shocked moment, I thought I caught the scent of the orange, hanging in the air of the studio, tart and sweet. And as I painted, I started to tell Matteo about myself.
Several hours later, he stopped murmuring replies to me. I no longer heard the creak of the floorboards behind me as he shifted to get comfortable. Was he asleep? I wiped a bead of sweat from my chin, but for some reason I was wary of turning around to look.
"Matteo?"
There was a slight whisper—it might have been a draft under the door out of the studio. I tried for a careless, cynical tone.
"You never said who your artist friend is."
He sighed, then. "Concentrate on your work, Gavin. It's not important. And maybe you won't have heard of him? He uses the name of his town, where he lived and his parents died. It was before he came to Rome. He goes by the name of Caravaggio."
And when I whirled around, Matteo had gone. I never heard the door either open or close behind him...
UPWARDLY MOBILE
Since the day they met, Owen's restraint has been an exciting foil to Caleb's unruly lack of discipline. Now established lovers, they can't deny how welcome that balance is in their lives. Two very different men, both strong-willed - it shouldn't work between them, but it does! Owen's steady world is rocked by Caleb's boldness, and Caleb finds a haven in return. Now they share their lives, a strong need for each other and a highly developed love of play.
On this weary night at the end of a working week, they're caught in traffic on opposite sides of town. They'll have to wait to meet up until the journey's over, to enjoy the evening together. Or will they? Caleb decides he won't wait to play, and he'll play as dirty as he dares – or as much as they can handle over the phone!
Caleb watched other vehicle headlamps arc across the side window of his car, then swoop away in the opposite direction. He relaxed a little in his seat and lifted one hand off the steering wheel.
"Caleb?" On the other end of the phone, Owen's voice had that sharp edge again, sending welcome goose bumps down Caleb's flesh. "What do you mean by that?"
"Didn't I say? I don't like waiting. I'm horny now."
Owen made the tutting sound that Caleb also knew well. "So surprise me. Not. But there's nothing we can do about it. I'm sitting in a cold, damp train carriage and you're trapped in traffic." He went silent for a moment, then when Caleb didn't reply, he snapped again, "Caleb?"
Caleb sighed happily. In complete contrast to his lover, he felt increasingly relaxed. The car heater was on and the windows were slightly steamed. He was protected from the foul weather outside, also the noise and hassle of city life. Work had been tedious this week, but now it was over for another couple of days. Okay, so Owen was still miles away, but Caleb had an intriguing alternative. His guy's voice was pitched at just the right level, irritated yet curious, too. Just at that cusp between fury and fascination.
Could go either way, Caleb knew that from experience. That was what made the game all the more delicious. He felt … yeah. Provocative.
"Don't," came Owen's voice. He sounded apprehensive.
"Don't what?" Caleb smiled broadly. He liked apprehension in a man, too. It certainly had its place in foreplay. "Like you say, there's nothing we can do about it. Not we, anyway."
Owen made a soft, strangled noise.
Caleb leaned around the steering column to be nearer the phone, dropping his voice to an almost-whisper. "I can always entertain myself. Not as good as lying spread out and naked on the lounge carpet, my breath heaving, my knees drawn up to my belly and your slicked fingers sliding in and out of me." He sighed, rather theatrically. "But a guy's got to make the best of a situation."
"Dear God."
Caleb didn't really want to be distracted by the strained tone of Owen's voice. All he wanted to concentrate on was how deep it was; how rich. That voice. His pants seemed to be getting tighter by the second. Owen's protests – though Caleb couldn't recall any of them ever being significant - did that to him every time. He rubbed his free hand gently over his lap, caressing the bulge there.
"I'm very hot tonight," he murmured. "Very thick."
Owen cursed under his breath, but Caleb caught most of the words. Owen had an impressively imaginative vocabulary when he chose to swear. Sounded like he touched on plenty of things that were currently coloring Caleb's own imagination.
"Dammit, Caleb, you're in the car. Have you pulled over?"
Caleb let out a slow, heavy breath, making sure the phone would pick up the noise.
"Yeah. And I've pulled out. Didn't you hear my zipper?"
Owen's breath made a sharp, gasping sound.
Caleb slipped his hand inside his open fly and ran possessive fingers along the length of his cock, swelling inside his briefs. "I'm hot. Way too hot. Lucky I wore the thin, white shirt today. You know the one? It's loose. I can reach up under it and…soothe myself." He impatiently flipped open the lower buttons on his shirt and slid his other hand up his chest to his nipple. It was pebbled already, and not from the cold weather outside. He pinched it between his finger and thumb and rolled it, hard. Made him wince, but in that good kind of way. "Ouch."
Caleb grinned. "I'm just touching."
"Touching?"
"Uh-huh." He heard Owen's hesitation; heard the catch in his breath when surrender started to win over self possession. That exact moment was as sweet as any pie they'd ever shared since that first night.
"What are you…?"
"Touching?" Caleb didn't expect an answer, not if Owen was still in a public place. "Myself. My skin. My belly. My chest. I can feel my heart beating against my palm. It's kinda fast."
"Ouch. Yeah. Pinched too hard." Caleb arched his body, only his shoulders touching the back of the seat. "My nipples are sore with it, guess I'm a bit rough. And maybe I'm wishing it was your hand, instead of my own. But it's going to be fun, to get these pierced. Like I suggested, you remember? We can both play with them."
Owen groaned; the sound carried well over the phone line. Caleb shivered with delight and ran his hand back down to his belly. He spread out his fingers and felt his way over the clenched muscles. Slowly, he slid his fingertips in under the waistband of his briefs.
"What's happening?" Owen's voice was low. "Caleb?"
Caleb frowned. "You can find out when you get home. Not long to wait, I thought you said."
Owen growled. "Hmm. Maybe I'm the same as you, after all."
The growl had been enough for Caleb's whole body to tense up. Owen's frustrated tone was just that extra frosting on top. "Yeah? I don't think that'd be much fun."
Owen tutted. "You know what I mean. Impatient. I can be impatient, too."
"Stop saying…" Owen cut off the words with a grunt. Caleb imagined his lover's expression. Angry with his situation, aroused despite it. His pupils starting to dilate, his fists clenched.
Oh, but the game was sweet, too!
"I guess you are the same in some ways." Caleb reached down inside the cotton fabric to stroke his growing erection. He lowered his voice, too. "You don't hold back, do you, Owen? At least, not now, not with me. I'd like to watch that, in person. The expression on your face; the clench of your muscles. I wish you were here."
"Look, I know, so do I—"
"Right now. To see me. To stroke me."
Owen groaned again. "I don't think this is fair. I don't see how I can…"
"Ah, but you can."
"I can…what? Caleb, for God's sake…"
"Surprise me," Caleb whispered.
A GOOD NEIGHBOR
Dylan hasn't told his eccentric Aunts to stop matchmaking him with girls—or that he's already having a secret affair with Neal, his nearby neighbor. Maybe it's time for Dylan to confess, and to decide what kind of life he really wants with the man he loves.
Dylan admits it himself, he's a relentlessly single man in a small town, consoled only by being a good teacher and a devoted nephew to his Great-Aunts.
When the Aunts take a hand in matchmaking him with Josie, the girl down the street, Dylan doesn't tell them what kind of soulmate he's really looking for—and the fact that he's already found the man in question, Josie's brother Neal. But a secret affair can't go on forever, can it?
Faced with a heart-wrenching decision when his chance at love seems to be moving even farther out of his reach, Dylan knows it's time for him to own up to what he wants...and what kind of man he really is...
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Etched by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775–1851, British, Engraved by Charles Turner, 1774–1857, British, after Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775–1851, British, Original Sketch of a Picture for W. Leader, Esq., 1809, Etching and mezzotint, printed in brown ink on medium, slightly textured, cream laid paper, Yale Center for British Art, Paul Mellon Collection, B1977.14.14018
Etched by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775–1851, British, Original Sketch of a Picture for W. Leader, Esq, 1809
Etched by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775–1851, British
Engraved by Charles Turner, 1774–1857, British
after Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775–1851, British
Original Sketch of a Picture for W. Leader, Esq.
The Leader Sea-piece
The Guard-ship at the Nore
Collective Title: Liber Studiorum
Etching and mezzotint, printed in brown ink on medium, slightly textured, cream laid paper
Sheet (trimmed to image): 7 × 10 1/8 inches (17.8 × 25.7 cm) and Mount: 11 1/8 × 15 1/4 inches (28.3 × 38.7 cm)
Inscribed on mount in graphite, lower left: "20"; lower right: "1st State"; inscribed on verso in graphite, lower center: "41"; lower right: "20"; inscribed on verso of mount, lower left: "J.M.W.Turer - C.Turner March 29 1809"; lower center: "late 1st no rework on flag of foreground boat"; lower right: "The Leader Sea Piece / The Guardship at the Nore / West Towne Oct 36"
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Several years ago my older sister was complaining about how we weren't related to anyone famous.
Sadly, I find I can't continue sharing my family history on this blog without mentioning this relative of mine (the one I'm related to but apparently not my blood sister). As I comb through all the papers listing my family from both sides, the name is there. Like, heavily there. From way back. And as it would be folly to ignore it, ignore it we shan't.
But I'm not going to just tell you his name either, cause that would be boring. Instead, I've devised a little game for you. Below are six clues, with illustrations!, to help you figure out his name.
To begin with, you need to remember that half my family is Norwegian and the other half is German.
Got that? Okay, let's play!
If you know your WWII history, this should be a snap. Just write his name… no wait, don't do that. We want the non-history buffs to have a sporting chance.
How 'bout this: Put the first letter of his last name in your comment, that way I'll know that you know, and our non-historians will get an extra clue. I'll give the answer on next Wednesday's post, and give a shout out to all the people who guessed correctly (with links to their sites if they have one).
PS: My apologies to Older Sister. You can run from the truth, but you can't hide. Not when your little sister has a blog.
I don't have a clue, but sure would like to know. Looking forward to having this riddle solved!
I have both stout Nazis and stout resistance fighters in my family tree, the one being about as proud about fighting for Fuehrer and Country as the other was for defending what he felt to be right and true against the Nazis. The former died on the Crimea just as the war was just about over, while the latter lived on to try his hand at building a better Germany.
Wow, you've got quite the family drama there! Nice!
I surely don't feel bad about them. Conviction is always compelling, even if you don't agree with what people so strongly believe(d) in. And indeed, our nice ancestors don't make for nearly as interesting stories, haha.
Haha! Well, kudos to your husband then!
Ding, ding ding! Bravo, Andrew!
I would also guess Q, but I did some research as I hadn't a clue before! I'm sure we all have skeletons in our closets!
Indeed we do, and it's probably for the best as we'd be insufferable with family pride if they weren't.
This must be Q. Your sister won't be happy.
True, she won't be happy at all, but isn't it the duty of baby sisters to annoy their older siblings?
Ha. i confess to Not having the time to do any research here, so i jumped right to the Comments for the additional clue. Now that i've seen the letter "Q" i KNOW. Of Course! i'm pretty sure there's even at least one song with his name in it. (And i'm equally certain we All have folks in our own histories of whom we'd be less than proud).
Okay, now I'll have to do some research and find the song! I've heard there's a musician (probably punk rock) who goes by his name.
I haven't a "Q" who it is really, but I'm very curious about all this hoopla about Ancestry.com, etc. We know how your sister felt knowing more about your ancestry. What I know to know is do you (who I know and love) actually feel any differently about yourself than you did before you knew more about that element in your bloodline?
Well, even with the helpful revelation of the letter, and a rare one at that, I'm still in the dark. I'm hoping that at the Big Reveal I'll go "ohhh, how could I forget him?" and not "I clearly went to the wrong schools"….
This was a really good post! Even though I haven't got the foggiest idea about history (I winged my gcse) it was fun to read!
No idea who Q is. Quasimodo?
Anyway, it really doesn't matter, because who YOU are is not who any of your ancestors were. Unless of course, you wish to shock people with who you are descended from 🙂 Then go for it!
Oddly enough, I typically withhold this bit of ancestral drama — in real life anyway. In print it's anything goes, but face-to-face I tend to be much more cautious.
Excellent clues! Pop them all into a search engine, and your VQ is at the top of the list. If he did in fact compile a family tree, that would be a valuable asset to your family genealogist.
No kidding? Wow, I didn't think to test the Google-worthiness of my clues. Sure glad they worked!
Actually, I didn't Google it – I 'Ducked' it. (I use DuckDuckGo as my search engine because they don't track you like Google does.
I've never heard of this Duck before, I'm intrigued! Thanks for the tip!
I'm quite sure I know who this is. I took some WW II courses in uni.
Wow! Love the game of truth!
I looked him up in my encyclopedia. Handsome fella.


Just like that, Summer seems to have gone. Dare I admit it, yesterday I put the heating on low for an hour in the afternoon. I tried putting extra layers on but I still felt cold and then when I picked Jelly Bean up, he felt cold too. It's hard to believe that just two weeks ago I was laid on a sandy beach in South Wales basking in the heat of the sun. Surely that's not it is it? I was hoping for a couple more weeks of nice weather, or even just a gradual decline to help me acclimatise, not just go from Summer one day to Winter the next!!
Two weeks ago my wardrobe consisted of shorts and t-shirts. One day I even donned a swimming costume to soak up the sun's rays (my body isn't quite ready for bikinis again just yet). Today I'm wearing jeans, a vest top and a long sleeved shirt but I'm clinging on to the summer by the tips of my toes because I haven't yet ventured into sock territory, nope my feet are still bare and although I did have to throw away my favourite pair of flip flops because I had worn them to within an inch of their life I am refusing to break out the winter footwear just yet. For me when it comes to footwear there is no middle ground, it's flip flops or its boots! Hubby finds this hard to understand since he is a big lover of 'shoes' but I spend so much time walking that I have to be comfortable. I've had a fair few ankle accidents over the years and I struggle to wear high heels so I stick to what I know works for me and my feet. Boots are also a bit of a comfort blanket, I have such long legs that I feel they need breaking up a bit so a good pair of boots helps to do just that.
Now that I'm trying to get my post-baby body back into pre-baby shape, I need to find myself something perhaps a little less 'heavy' this winter. I want to make myself look a little more streamlined and I have been told time and time again that I need to add a little heel to elongate myself. Watch this space, I AM going to get myself somewhere close to Yummy Mummy status!!
So how about you? Have you unearthed your winter wardrobe or are you sporting your summer wardrobe with added goosebumps?


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Criminal Trial
How does a criminal trial work?
In the Greater Toronto Area, a Provincial Court trial will normally take place between eight and twelve months from the date of arrest. A Superior Court trial where the accused elects to have a preliminary inquiry will normally take as long as two years to commence when the accused is out of custody.
A constitutional remedy under s. 11(b) of the Charter may be available to an accused if the trial is not scheduled within a reasonable amount of time.
Weisberg Law – Real Trial Experience
Adam Weisberg conducts trials on a regular basis in both Provincial Court and Superior Court. In many of his cases, the Crown Attorney eventually decides to withdraw the charges altogether. This is because he has the experience and skill to gather appropriate facts to persuade the Crown Attorney that cases should not proceed to trial.
A criminal lawyer's abilities are most apparent at trial. A good track record of winning trials is a sign of an experienced and effective criminal lawyer. It is recommended that people be skeptical of track records that show mostly guilty pleas resulting in discharges or charges being withdrawn. Discharges often reflect charges that are less serious. Guilty pleas are appropriate in some cases, but having a lawyer with trial experience, who is ready to go to trial, when necessary, is very important. A sharp trial lawyer will be able to look at a case and decide whether it is best fought at trial or whether a guilty plea is the most advisable course of action. Lawyers that mainly do guilty pleas may lack the trial experience to know which issues can be litigated successfully. Choosing a criminal lawyer is one of the most important decisions you will make in your life. Choose wisely.
Adam Weisberg has an enviable record of trial successes click here to see a selection of criminal cases successfully litigated by Mr. Weisberg. It is important to bear in mind that in addition to his many successful trial outcomes, Mr. Weisberg has also negotiated the withdrawal of literally hundreds of charges for his clients over the years.
Adam Weisberg prides himself on consistently obtaining excellent results for the firm clients. Every case is important.
Pre-trial motions
Before a trial begins, pre-trial motions are often brought to address issues which will have a significant bearing on the course of the trial.
Some examples of pre-trial motions that may be brought are:
Application to exclude an accused's statement to police on the basis it is involuntary or otherwise inadmissible;
Application to exclude incriminating evidence as being too prejudicial and not probative;
Applications pursuant to s. 11(b) of the Charter to have the charges stayed because the case has involved unreasonable delay;
Applications pursuant to s. 8 and s. 9 of the Charter to exclude evidence gathered by the police through an illegal search or arbitrary detention;
Applications pursuant to s. 10(a) and s. 10(b) of the Charter to exclude statements or other evidence obtained in violation of the right to counsel;
Applications pursuant to s. 7 of the Charter for a stay of proceedings, for further disclosure, or to exclude evidence
Criminal lawyers will almost always advise their clients to exercise their right to remain silent if they are being questioned about a crime. When the right to silence is not exercised, any statement given may be very hurtful to the accused's interests at trial. Very often accused people are understandably nervous when speaking to the police, and may unintentionally convey inaccuracies which will look like deliberate lies at trial. There are some situations where providing a statement may be advisable, however, an experienced defence lawyer ought to be consulted prior to even considering providing a statement.
Also, if an accused person gives a statement that is damaging to the defence case, it will take additional time and work for a criminal lawyer to attempt to have it excluded, leading to more costly legal fees.
Statements can potentially be excluded if the accused's lawyer can demonstrate that the accused's right to counsel was violated or if the Crown Attorney is unable to prove that the statement is voluntary. If any statement to police is to be admissible, the Crown Attorney must prove that it was made without threats or inducements. The Crown Attorney must prove voluntariness even if they only intend to use the statement for cross-examination.
Unreasonable delay – s. 11(b) of the Charter
The Charter provides a constitutional right to a trial without unreasonable delay. If that right is violated, the applicable remedy is a stay of proceedings. A stay of proceedings is essentially equivalent to an acquittal, in that once granted an accused will no longer have to face trial and possible conviction. The matter is over.
The delay involved must be caused by the Crown or the Courts. Any delay caused by the accused will not count as an unreasonable delay when a section 11(b) application is considered by a Court. Therefore, an accused cannot intentionally delay a criminal case and then successfully argue later on that his or her right to a trial without unreasonable delay has been violated. However, where the Crown or Courts are the true sources of unreasonable delay, a section 11(b) Charter application can be a viable remedy. The application will be made stronger and more compelling if the accused can demonstrate some specific form of actual prejudice caused by the delay.
Adam Weisberg has brought numerous successful 11(b) application, some of which can be reviewed on the Successes page.
Arbitrary detention – s. 9 of the Charter
The Charter provides constitutional protection against arbitrary detention, which means that the police are not entitled to detain people arbitrarily. In other words, the police are not allowed to stop people randomly on the street and arrest or search them without lawful justification. The police are required to have a reasonable suspicion that somebody is involved in some specific illegal activity before they can detain a person. If incriminating evidence is uncovered in the course of arbitrary detention, the evidence may sometimes be excluded, resulting in an acquittal.
Search and Seizure – s. 8 of the Charter
The police regularly conduct searches with and without search warrants.
The police can obtain a search warrant by going to a Justice and explaining why they believe that a particular search will uncover evidence of illegal activity. Sometimes there are deficiencies in the search warrant or the process used to obtain it that can lead to any evidence obtained through the warrant being declared inadmissible.
When the police search a person or place without a warrant, the Crown must prove that the search was reasonable. In certain circumstances, such as following an arrest, the police are entitled to search people without a warrant. The extent to which the police can search a person without a warrant depends on the circumstances. When an accused is searched following an arrest, the initial arrest must itself be lawful. If the arrest is later found by a judge not to have been lawful, any evidence found in the search may be excluded. Some examples of cases where Adam Weisberg has had evidence excluded for breaches of s. 8 and s. 9 of the Charter can be found on the Successes page.
Life, liberty and security of the person – s. 7 of the Charter
Section 7 of the Charter provides an entitlement to all relevant disclosure. In some cases, the Crown may resist disclosure of certain documents for various reasons, and an application will need to be brought to obtain the disclosure.
Section 7 is also engaged when the police use excessive force against somebody. If the police harm somebody unnecessarily, and criminal charges are laid, the charges may be stayed using a Charter remedy under s. 7. For an example of such a case, see R. v. A.W. on the Successes page.
Sexual assault trials – 276 applications and Mills applications
It will often be necessary to bring special motions or applications in sexual assault trials. For example, if defence counsel wishes to cross-examine a complainant on prior sexual conduct, such an application will have to be brought successfully.
In some cases, it will be helpful to obtain counseling records and/or other third party records, which will also require that a special motion be brought.
When the Crown proceeds summarily, the accused has his or her trial in the Ontario Court of Justice (Provincial Court) before a judge alone. There are never juries in Provincial Court. When the Crown proceeds by indictment, the accused can elect one of the following three modes of trial:
Trial in the Ontario Court of Justice (Provincial Court) before a Judge
Trial in the Superior Court of Justice before a Judge and Jury
Trial in the Superior Court of Justice before a Judge alone (without a jury)
At Weisberg Law, these options are thoroughly explained to our clients, and the tactical advantages to each are reviewed in detail.
Success at trial depends on extensive preparation and expert strategy. The goal at Weisberg Law is to make sure that clients go to trial with the confidence that everything possible has been done to help ensure a successful outcome.
Clients will be met periodically over the course of their case. As trial approaches, these meetings become more frequent and intense. Success requires proper preparation.
Adam Weisberg will step into trial ready to litigate every relevant legal issue and cross-examine all adverse witnesses.
Going to trial after being accused of a crime can be one of the most stressful experiences anybody has to go through. The only way to reduce that stress is to retain an experienced and effective criminal trial lawyer.
Contact Adam Weisberg at 416.605.4811
We are conveniently located in Toronto's Financial District. The Yonge/King TTC Subway Station is nearby and there is plenty of paid parking available in the area.
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She is smart, handy, well equipped and expensive: the Giorgio Armani-special-edition of the Samsung Galaxy S can in practice fully convince.
When unpacking it is clear: here, someone wants to impress. The fashion Smartphone is located with the obligatory Pack headset in an elegant box with magnetic closure.
The Smartphone itself can stand out while barely out of the mass of the touch screen phones, but provides with its high-quality housing and some Armani gimmicks yet stir.
So, the material used is at least one class better than the common plastic standard of other smartphones, for the retail price recommended by Samsung of 700 Euro fails properly to beech.
The textured battery cover metal is knarzen free and anchored without clean inside. A cap on the bottom is pushed away first to release the cover from the housing; only then can remove the battery cover and insert the battery and the SIM and memory cards.
Compared to the standard version of the Galaxy S is the Armani version something edgier and dispenses with the trackpad below the screen; otherwise everything remained with HSPA, WI-FI and GPS hardware-side.
Heart of the Armani phones is the 4-inch AMOLED screen that offers really great cinema.
Dconvincing large touch screen right off the bat. It works of course capacitive and offers plenty of space for a concise display with 480 x 800 pixels on a diagonal measurement of 4 inches.
The AMOLED screen responds promptly and without delay to finger touches; the colors are rich and full of contrasts.
Especially in HD videos and high resolution pictures, the screen can play out its strengths and points with a convincing display.
As OS 2.2 Froyo is like in the entire Galaxy product line by Samsung the Google Android operating system used, here in the version.
Samsung own Touchwiz 3.0 interface is the interface between the operating system and users.
On the home screen, a direct link to the website of Giorgio Armani; is located away from the start Promotional videos and a fashion show of the Italian fashion label as a special bonus, are stored in the media gallery.
In addition S ringtones, are specially designed for the Armani version of Galaxy wallpapers and a separate logo for the Menüeiträge provided.
The standard software package was expanded by Android to different applications, about the E-book reader Aldiko, the augmented reality browser Layar and a Notepad.
The application press reader reports only: "Service is coming soon"; the social hub linked only on the mobile browser view of Facebook, MySpace and Twitter.
It also pre-installed Google Maps brings navigation road trains in the street view view on the screen.
The first impression of the Armani phones so convincing.
The Samsung Giorgio Armani Galaxy S makes a mature and solid first impression. Like not only the exterior, also the inner values are coherent and convincing.
Heart of the Smartphone is the color and contrast AMOLED screen.
In the first few hours with the device, there was little to complain about; Liquid and stable running Android, the Web browser renders even afloat the pages of Wi-FI.
The handy widgets for the home screen easier access to various applications as usual and allow a personal touch of the user.
With nearly 10 mm height and 125 grams, this also also very handy is slim Smartphone.
The full test will show whether the Giorgio Armani special Editon can lay an equally successful laboratory appearance as the "normal" Samsung Galaxy S, read February 04. in the connect issue 03/2011.


The Intercom System offers a complete Dental Surgery Intercom, to meet your communication needs across the dental practice you operate in. Whether you have one treatment room or several, the system enables staff to speak to each other with ease, without needing to install a complicated system based on a central exchange, or to leave patients unattended or out of the communication loop.
Dental Surgery Intercom Providing multi-room communications, the Pulse Intercom system allows all units in the dental practice to be connected up, from the reception and treatment rooms to the public address speaker in the waiting room. An out-of-hours door or reception station can also be set up, enabling chosen stations within the building to receive notification of the doorbell, and for the door to be answered remotely when the main reception area is closed, adding flexibility to building access.
The system can be adapted to small or large locations, from practices with minimal-sized waiting areas needing only one waiting-room speaker, to large spaces needing multiple speakers. Mounted on the walls or on suspended ceilings, the equipment can be used not only to request patients but also to apply an audio feed from a CD player or music system, providing music for the patients as they wait for their appointments. When the dentists or receptionists need to communicate with the patients, their announcements override the music.
Starting from as little as two stations, the Pulse Intercom offers a very versatile package for clients. Once the first two stations have been installed, there is no need for expensive extra central-exchange equipment. Simply buy the additional intercom stations that you need and cable from central switch or connect to your local area network. As your dental practice expands, your Dental Intercom System can expand with you, creating ease of communication between all areas of a busy dental practice.


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