tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20460761211340558612024-03-18T07:24:56.713-04:00Wendi Zwaduk - Romance to make your heart raceWendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.comBlogger2238125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-11583409101194137532024-03-17T21:15:00.000-04:002024-03-17T21:15:29.269-04:00Book Blast - In All Things by John Neufield<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZ6zB5EyyT7UMcENQQWDSfShjwUwn8wanDTie1WbUwGznJB49VQ2UeDgNPCvUKcksrjnoqZZMarCSaOkn7i2aC1JXXIn5ugIiOcSHFB0vDwjmDFqymIt5iBGLJTj6XJbURA7Glc0r_huTJ7YEISYdkxEK2LcH3hoQZ1PH5bOnMlhTpdVMulPAlD48A5U/s1200/TourBanner_In%20All%20Things.gif" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZ6zB5EyyT7UMcENQQWDSfShjwUwn8wanDTie1WbUwGznJB49VQ2UeDgNPCvUKcksrjnoqZZMarCSaOkn7i2aC1JXXIn5ugIiOcSHFB0vDwjmDFqymIt5iBGLJTj6XJbURA7Glc0r_huTJ7YEISYdkxEK2LcH3hoQZ1PH5bOnMlhTpdVMulPAlD48A5U/s400/TourBanner_In%20All%20Things.gif" width="400" /></a></div><p> </p><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsgGr6earjTofG6SFh40Ys6qgDaAvEN6RuIa9IX2KjyR0NdEpCaChiD81CeVOWJ3u4Wn-om_N2eBZdI3ISDOWNmnIaKneI8PYRHvi6Czrf5VbgkRqv_ccG46jtLeQuYC2kXWQnY_gXi_BvK4sxXcb-ClEyKYsWaBYhJjqXWVLp3YTBpjjk8zQy8jsNTg/s2752/BookCover%20In%20All%20Things%20%20God%27s%20Providence.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2752" data-original-width="1824" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsgGr6earjTofG6SFh40Ys6qgDaAvEN6RuIa9IX2KjyR0NdEpCaChiD81CeVOWJ3u4Wn-om_N2eBZdI3ISDOWNmnIaKneI8PYRHvi6Czrf5VbgkRqv_ccG46jtLeQuYC2kXWQnY_gXi_BvK4sxXcb-ClEyKYsWaBYhJjqXWVLp3YTBpjjk8zQy8jsNTg/s320/BookCover%20In%20All%20Things%20%20God%27s%20Providence.jpg" /></a></div>The issue of control is a central question of life. At work, in family, community clubs and schools, with the economy or international politics, the question is, "Is anyone in charge here?" Dr. John Neufeld demonstrates the Bible teaching of God's providence. We are assured that God's Hand is upon everything and everyone, without exception. Dr. John explores God's sustaining grip through the natural world and human endeavor, in pivotal matters or the seemingly trivial, the things we welcome and those we shun. He teaches the impact of God's sovereign rule upon our hearts, minds, work, worship, homes, and nation. We can live in the confidence that God is unfolding His purpose for time and eternity.<br /><br />
What people are saying about Dr. John Neufeld's teaching:<br /><br />
"This is such an important message for us today. Thank you, Dr. John, for your encouragement to view what is presently concerning us in the world from the perspective of God and His providence. That should take a huge weight off our shoulders!"</blockquote><br /><br />
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Jesus controls the atoms that make up your body, the ground under your feet, the air you breathe, the world upon which you stand and the universe in which you live. All of it is held together and directed by the Son of God. Furthermore, if Jesus were not constantly, moment by moment, sustaining all these things, the forces that hold the atoms in place would fly apart and all things would cease to be. Everything that exists—past, present and future—does so by His will and permission. Everything that goes on does so under His direction. That’s what we mean when we talk about meticulous sovereignty.<br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b>Dr. John Neufeld, Bible teacher of Back to the Bible Canada, is well known both nationally and internationally for his excellence in expositional Bible teaching. Dr. Neufeld is passionate about bringing the truth of God's Word to life across Canada and beyond.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-33608198398602688192024-03-14T00:30:00.001-04:002024-03-14T00:30:00.129-04:00Picasso's Lovers by Jeanne Mackin<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/02/book-blast-picassos-lovers-by-jeanne.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vrhednamOVZcQy9rkThVajUkZWAo1SDQGYYGu-1J7iRs-f-nvfE6kyJTU7HT_bZmJMm2B8pkRDqHiJsWMucF3xpMuXhdDc4PEtxTVE3xakY4mhNFqrfsEfGBrqtNU0wclSpxLlR9MZNoO2yLKmCnn_kn9aW98K0xh49Z2rsuA-pozhwCXAGA3aOCiGs/s400/TourBanner_Picassos%20lovers.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi71t_6GzOSX8BhEndfPdV5TjWP2lr9x-NmzRUeAPGE6WbPsuzUYU7vJ9DGdRnaPyoGuR37GF9ZRzCQVLwa9RUd2eTpyVNPlqKgwNnOCkft1z660A1Vb_nI2CVq-QQIbiXU1Qr__EczUlSCxENzFnpGhH9wJRYPTw5D0ql7ZGkqwM2_K_eeNp7jPC4DW8/s2397/BookCover_picasso%20cover.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2397" data-original-width="1546" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi71t_6GzOSX8BhEndfPdV5TjWP2lr9x-NmzRUeAPGE6WbPsuzUYU7vJ9DGdRnaPyoGuR37GF9ZRzCQVLwa9RUd2eTpyVNPlqKgwNnOCkft1z660A1Vb_nI2CVq-QQIbiXU1Qr__EczUlSCxENzFnpGhH9wJRYPTw5D0ql7ZGkqwM2_K_eeNp7jPC4DW8/w129-h200/BookCover_picasso%20cover.jpg" width="129" /></a></div><br><br><br><br><br>You know Pablo Picasso. Now meet the women behind the masterpieces. The women of Picasso's life are glamorous and elusive, existing in the shadow of his fame - until, in the 1950's, aspiring journalist Alana Olsen determines to bring one into the light and discovers a past complicated by secrets and intrique.</blockquote><br /><br /><br><br>
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People used to say of my lover that he lived only for art, that women and politics did not matter to him the way his art mattered. But people change. When Franco and Hitler destroyed that Spanish town, Guernica, Pablo Picasso changed. You cannot look at that painting, at the screaming mothers and violence and think, this is a man who does not care about people and politics.<br /><br />
I have seen how his face changes when he speaks of Francoise, the woman who is leaving him.<br /><br />
“I think it will be a fine day,” I said. “But come back to bed, Pablo. It is still early.” I smoothed and pattered the rumpled sheet that was still damp from our little bacchanal…<br /><br />
Pablo returns his gaze to his own image in the mirror and studies it, drawing the razor through the white foam on his cheek and making a curve, olive flesh showing through a white background. Another work of art…<br /><br />
He throws a towel at me. “Get up. The car will be here soon.”<br /><br />
“Lisen to you, my love. A car. A chauffeur. I remember when you had holes in your boots, when you were my young love.”<br /><br />
“That was long ago.”<br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbzKZ6rjT7-Xb7KxEpsd6b527QQ8nmGZTf5M8RcQpZ0DcMytHCQRq4OgomC09_LmCfnHzBFea6-J-Wp0bIVovEmaQiLWI10Ux2J3utCDOi4-rZZVlDZ7z9HbZDnEh2m9VmexRisDSJP0A4wmLCTd_ChgAeOLtDhyC9FF1S1RvD6w1Q2Lk8BHV1jKebfg/s2219/author%20image.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2219" data-original-width="1791" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbzKZ6rjT7-Xb7KxEpsd6b527QQ8nmGZTf5M8RcQpZ0DcMytHCQRq4OgomC09_LmCfnHzBFea6-J-Wp0bIVovEmaQiLWI10Ux2J3utCDOi4-rZZVlDZ7z9HbZDnEh2m9VmexRisDSJP0A4wmLCTd_ChgAeOLtDhyC9FF1S1RvD6w1Q2Lk8BHV1jKebfg/s320/author%20image.jpg" /></a></div>Jeanne Mackin is the author of several historical novels, including The Last Collection, which has been translated into five languages, and The Beautiful American, which won a CNY award for fiction. She has taught in the MFA Creative Writing program at Goddard College and won journalism awards, and is currently at work on her next novel.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-76227362296726360252024-03-13T00:30:00.001-04:002024-03-13T00:30:00.149-04:00VBT - The Location Shoot by Patricia Leavy<p> Come check out The Location Shoot by Patricia Leavy. You'll want to stick around. Why? There are prizes to be won. Like? Patricia Leavy will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. How cool is that? Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour. You can do that here: <a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/09/name-before-masses-location-shoot-by.html">https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/09/name-before-masses-location-shoot-by.html</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdc9_OIZz8_EoMPKLJjGAtgev7jGmULJx5VqiMx3fJytQrwBWi1vaYMGlDOiIdm5t1oPOIZMvCZZ3X9zGoFLDcX4pa6vZV464bkLu3mm_vd0aZJWhVtHlMWLnuPya7s-Gd9RbJ09E3XNonCHX-2lh8GnBBhoJC9T_dwbwvNTYvWKAtfwc151f_sKQR4Rj/s1200/TourBanner_The%20Location%20Shoot.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdc9_OIZz8_EoMPKLJjGAtgev7jGmULJx5VqiMx3fJytQrwBWi1vaYMGlDOiIdm5t1oPOIZMvCZZ3X9zGoFLDcX4pa6vZV464bkLu3mm_vd0aZJWhVtHlMWLnuPya7s-Gd9RbJ09E3XNonCHX-2lh8GnBBhoJC9T_dwbwvNTYvWKAtfwc151f_sKQR4Rj/s320/TourBanner_The%20Location%20Shoot.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f03bf738-7fff-b408-99d1-b1ea2abe3a17"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 18pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Location Shoot</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">by Patricia Leavy</span></p><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Controversial filmmaker Jean Mercier is shooting a film on location in Sweden. While spending the summer creating his latest work of cinematic art, he lives in a nearby inn with his lead actors: Albie Hughes, British veteran of stage and screen; Charlotte Reed, British indie film queen; Michael Hennesey, American TV heartthrob; Willow Barnes, fallen former teen star looking to make a comeback; and Finn Forrester, legendary Hollywood movie star. Mercier invites his friend Ella Sinclair—a beautiful, bohemian-spirited American philosopher known for her provocative writing—to stay with them for the summer. When Ella arrives, Finn is instantly enchanted by her, and soon they fall madly in love. Finn wants to plan a life together, but Ella harbors fears and convinces him to wait until the film wraps to decide their future. In a case of life imitating art, the film they are creating explores “the big questions” and prompts the stars to reflect on the crossroads they face in their own lives. How will their experiences on location affect them when they return home? The answers won’t come until months later, when the cast and crew reconvene on the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival—but their revelation will make for one unforgettable night.</span></div></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmv2-03zDMDDvgLRJ893z9-LC_rZV7RaRNba6J7_GN7ZcHisPqiKpNjvbRIYb_QObvckKz_osKKYtmMTalVGXkIuvNjUpPw_vwP5HcUB8s9Eqct5jX_KJAtUFEjJfQFmyFsehoz5Q44C46lX8-Iyckak70RQCk1JlQH2ik1-ooqmVkt3rWRn6NSKZQBLr2/s2552/BookCover_The%20Location%20Shoot%20Cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2552" data-original-width="1652" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmv2-03zDMDDvgLRJ893z9-LC_rZV7RaRNba6J7_GN7ZcHisPqiKpNjvbRIYb_QObvckKz_osKKYtmMTalVGXkIuvNjUpPw_vwP5HcUB8s9Eqct5jX_KJAtUFEjJfQFmyFsehoz5Q44C46lX8-Iyckak70RQCk1JlQH2ik1-ooqmVkt3rWRn6NSKZQBLr2/s320/BookCover_The%20Location%20Shoot%20Cover.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Now for an Excerpt: </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-3b4895cd-7fff-2094-bd6e-c604bbd094d3"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Soon they were soaking in the tub, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight. Ella leaned against Finn and sighed contentedly as he wrapped his strong arms around her.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I thought about you all day today,” he said.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You did?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I couldn’t get the image of you with those kids out of my head. You were such a natural with them.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m crazy for tiny humans, always have been. I love their curiosity, big imaginations, big emotions. When a toddler is overjoyed, it’s infectious. They can’t contain it and it just oozes out of them. They feel everything so fully, so honestly, with their whole selves.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Do you want to have children of your own?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Finn…”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He squeezed her waist and said, “Have you ever thought about it?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Have you?” she asked, turning to face him.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Ella, I would love to have a family with you someday, when we’re ready. Do you want to have a family with me?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, yes, but…”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But what, baby?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I would want to have children with you, but I wouldn’t want to have them without you.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What do you mean?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“The way I grew up, it just made me not want to do it on my own.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You wouldn’t be. We’d be together. I’m not going anywhere.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Finn, there’s more than one way to be alone. You spend your life flying around the world to shoot movies and attend film festivals. Where would that leave me? Alone.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sweetheart, if we choose to have a family someday, some things would obviously change. I’ve been thinking about this since we met, but I didn’t want to bring it up and scare you away by asking too much too soon. But after I saw you today, I thought we could at least talk about it. It’s just a conversation.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You’ve been thinking about it all this time?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes,” he said, gently running his fingers down her arm.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What have you been thinking about?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, we could take some time to be alone together, to travel. If we had a child, you would both travel with me to film sets. I can get the studio to rent us a house. We’d hire a nanny and any other kind of help we want so you could write, I could work, and we could all be together. When our oldest is school aged, I would only take jobs in LA, except maybe in the summers when we could all still travel as a family. We could show them the world. Being a husband and father would be my priority. You wouldn’t go to so much as a single doctor’s appointment alone unless you wanted to. If I had to give up acting and be a stay-at-home dad, that’s fine too.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Wow. You’ve really thought about this.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, yeah. I can’t help it. Our future spilled out before me when you told me you love me. But it’s just a fantasy. Sweetheart, there’s no pressure. Until today, I didn’t even know if children were a possibility. If we live our lives together, just the two of us, I’d be perfectly happy.” He planted a soft kiss in her hair.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Just a fantasy?” she asked.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yeah, for now. Do you ever fantasize about our future?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She nodded.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Tell me.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, I always imagined that I’d keep working, but less than I do now. I’d want to spend time with my babies.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Babies?” he asked. “How many?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Three. Two girls and then a boy. I don’t care about gender, it’s just what I imagine.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He rubbed her shoulder. “Tell me more.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“They’d all look like you,” she said.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, see, in my mind each one of them looks just like you.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She smiled and he kissed the tip of her nose.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Keep going,” he said.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, I like your idea of traveling together. I imagined that…”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What, baby?”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“It’s silly.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Tell me anyway.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, it’s just a fantasy, but I can picture us buying a little house in the French countryside for summers and holidays. You know, one of those old stone houses with wooden beams on the ceilings and a wood-burning stove, with plenty of room outside for the kids to roll around in the grass and a space for me to write.” She crinkled her nose and shook her head. “I told you, it’s silly.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Not to me. I think it sounds perfect,” he said, kissing her. “So, two girls and a boy, huh? I should warn you, I’ve always liked traditional names, like Emily and Sarah. I’m guessing you gravitate toward more free-spirited names like Lula Belle or Blue Moon. I’m prepared to fight you on this.” He playfully put up his dukes, but she grabbed one of his hands and kissed it.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She laughed. “Actually, I was thinking if we had a girl, maybe we’d call her Betty. It’s completely traditional, but modern too. I don’t know. It’s just a thought.”</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Betty, huh? I love it. And you know what else? I love you.” He stopped to stroke the side of her face. “I love you so much, Ella. There’s no fantasy we can’t make a reality if we choose to. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s dry off and slip into bed. I want to show you exactly how I feel about you.”</span></p><div><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><b>Now for an Interview!!<br /></b><br /><b>1. Describe yourself in three words.</b><br /><br />Creative, shy, compassionate. <br /><br /><b>2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.</b><br /><br /><div>I could see Kiefer Sutherland from a decade ago in the role of Finn Forrester. He’s got the whole dreamy Hollywood thing, and he has incredible range. He veers toward action, but I could see him in a romance. A younger Rebecca Gayheart could play Ella Sinclair. She’s got the perfect spiral curls and charisma.</div><br /><b>3. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br /><br />The love scene in Titanic is sort of a classic. At the time, I was obsessed. <br /><br /><b>4. What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br /><br />Read my novels to find out! Honestly, I think romance writers put all our fantasies into our books. I do love a little wish fulfillment with a movie star who falls in love with an average—not so average—gal. There’s a lot of that in my books. <br /><br /><b>5. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br /><br />Smell. Let’s face it, there’s a lot of gross stuff to smell. My husband has a terrible sense of smell and sometimes I think he’s lucky.<br /><br /><b>6. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br /><br />When I was in high school my bestie and I skipped school with a couple of guys and drove to a big, local park. To our utter shock, Steven Tyler and Joe Perry from Aerosmith were there filming something. Apparently, the park had an antique car garage or something, which they were using. No one else was there, except the film crew. We met both guys and they were really kind to us. I can’t say I regret skipping school that day!<div><span id="docs-internal-guid-95acf2e5-7fff-9579-9027-62605fe3cc08"><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-639e8bdb-7fff-fe0f-f971-56693411e0eb"><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-21412cc1-7fff-12e0-0724-fec92e8e7d69"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><b>About the Author: </b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBHXntCcJ0glt2O4BvxfoZfmya2JfryA4cn9FgFn8EmW9FkdppWhuQocuS9hYw_-GnkDQxdeuFVQblxdc5dV996HtEhxnGZiQWi8Ay4XKTRZS_i0UqMAOoEbnydY1VRKDadYFUQ-16kuLzyT7UhVOggKWIBuJcEF7V0s9M5sHenclHO23w856aCLdA8tU/s4000/Author%20Image.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBHXntCcJ0glt2O4BvxfoZfmya2JfryA4cn9FgFn8EmW9FkdppWhuQocuS9hYw_-GnkDQxdeuFVQblxdc5dV996HtEhxnGZiQWi8Ay4XKTRZS_i0UqMAOoEbnydY1VRKDadYFUQ-16kuLzyT7UhVOggKWIBuJcEF7V0s9M5sHenclHO23w856aCLdA8tU/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than forty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than forty book honors. Her last novel, Hollyland, was featured on She Reads in “The Most Anticipated Romances of Spring 2023” and was the 2023 Firebird Book Awards 1st Place Winner in Pop Culture Fiction and 1st Place Winner in Summer/Beach Read. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” Patricia lives in Maine. In addition to writing, she enjoys art, reading, and travel.</span></div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">https://www.amazon.com/Location-Shoot-Novel-Patricia-Leavy/dp/1647425670</span></div></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">https://www.amazon.com/Hollyland-Novel-Patricia-Leavy/dp/1647422965</span></p><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span></div><p></p><br /><p></p></div><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="28e4345f4716" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f4716/" id="rcwidget_zo2bvg2s" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a>
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-18761885625862746332024-03-12T00:30:00.003-04:002024-03-12T00:30:00.133-04:00Belega by Dianne Hartsock<p> It's a blog tour and I'm featuring an exclusive excerpt for Belega by Dianne Hartsock. If you haven't checked this out, you should. There are prizes up for grabs. Like? Dianne Hartsock will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour. You can do that here: <a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/02/excerpt-tour-belega-by-dianne-hartsock.html">https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/02/excerpt-tour-belega-by-dianne-hartsock.html</a> </p><p><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm85p2dROM05QaKQWpRgZ5P6aOzbpg_slqRfmNoQXD8W6ZN5-UnQf299DRilFIxcxotwLGB6-Nh742oP5uJoyGm0vGmUpDIQAYmPYXiqpmYfBSONHSl3uBQIXLyBrTSSZN6rIdK9cL6XMXoFdfyzyD_65iudjRl5KYo4IgNmo3nkt1xn1FfMykPpM_DRW-/s1200/TourBanner_Belega.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm85p2dROM05QaKQWpRgZ5P6aOzbpg_slqRfmNoQXD8W6ZN5-UnQf299DRilFIxcxotwLGB6-Nh742oP5uJoyGm0vGmUpDIQAYmPYXiqpmYfBSONHSl3uBQIXLyBrTSSZN6rIdK9cL6XMXoFdfyzyD_65iudjRl5KYo4IgNmo3nkt1xn1FfMykPpM_DRW-/s320/TourBanner_Belega.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 18pt;">Belega<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">by Dianne Hartsock<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rgVvU4EHr9TqAFPV3KqvmFoBrkA9pP-Fz48JXEmsiXx8ucnMswQr9Zdn6zqFTwLdRdPUSOLjsxzhHXpsdDr5gadnkSAhO7k2c3I0U-Pd3ngrF-CVJe7u4aYnPrb2v7GBsZ0BvwCeEdLq38tmO_kEs9o0p6gf3GrIAbRpl5xtpMYrQTWRRcv96UHoqRfJ/s1200/BookCover_Belega.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rgVvU4EHr9TqAFPV3KqvmFoBrkA9pP-Fz48JXEmsiXx8ucnMswQr9Zdn6zqFTwLdRdPUSOLjsxzhHXpsdDr5gadnkSAhO7k2c3I0U-Pd3ngrF-CVJe7u4aYnPrb2v7GBsZ0BvwCeEdLq38tmO_kEs9o0p6gf3GrIAbRpl5xtpMYrQTWRRcv96UHoqRfJ/s320/BookCover_Belega.jpg" width="213" /></a><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: left;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a name="_GoBack"></a><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The Karthagans have regained their ancient powers of manipulating
nature, but at the price of madness. In their lust for control, they've
destroyed their island and most of their race. They come now to Belega, where
one of them, Camron, seeks domination over the known world. The Mage has come
from the northern continent of Sennia to bring peace but finding his strength
no match for the coming struggle, he passes his abilities on to Natan, who only
desires a simple life.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Now
only Natan has the ability to stop Camron, but the personal cost is more than
he imagines. It is only with the combined strength of his friends, his
Karthagan lover, Kavi, and his deep desire to bring lasting peace to the earth,
that he finds the courage to overcome Camron and restore balance to the world.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Now for an Excerpt!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></b><span face="Arial, sans-serif">A sudden smile lit his face. He felt alive! Power tingled
through him. He held Kavi’s pale face in his dark hands and searched his
features. Flawless olive skin washed almost white with pain, lids closed tight
on almond eyes, his dark hair was matted with sweat, grime, and streaks of
blood.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Gregor closed his eyes once again to look deeper. The bones
of Kavi’s face were fine and thin, and he trailed fingers along the thickness
of his temple. He bent his will and could feel the structure of the bone, its
smoothness beneath his touch. He walked his fingers gently over Kavi’s scalp,
feather-light on the swelling at the back of his head. Skin gave way to blood
and swollen tissue. There, the tiniest of fractures in the bone. And beyond
that…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">His mind screamed at a pressure that would burst his skull.
No, not his skull, Kavi’s, the swollen matter pushing against the bone and out
the tiny crack that had bruised it. Gregor concentrated on that small fissure
and then he was inside, his thoughts touching Kavi’s mind, healing the tiny
wounds.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">All at once, the pressure that stopped Kavi’s ears and
pounded in his temples eased. Gregor withdrew, his spirit crashing back into
his own body in a rush. He blinked several times but couldn’t focus. With a
deep sigh, he toppled beside Kavi as his strength gave out.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">He floated, weightless, for a long while, but awoke sometime
in the night. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, felt the hard earth
beneath his body and a warm blanket over him. The soft breathing of the others
floated on the air. He felt weary to his very bones, his thoughts sluggish. He
couldn’t remember when he’d last experienced such utter exhaustion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. Kavi lay sleeping on his
back close by, and he knew he should check on him to make sure he was healing
properly. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it, not yet. He turned on his
back and looked in misery at the tree branches and moonlit sky overhead. He
didn’t know why circumstances had brought him to Belega in the middle of a war.
Why wasn’t he allowed to go home?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">He closed his eyes and tears slipped down cheeks grown
hollow in the last few weeks. He’d already given so much of himself, and he
could feel the suffering of those nearby who needed more of him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">He wondered if his mother still lit a candle in the small
front window at home for him. Had Elsa forgiven him? What of his children? His
heart twisted at the thought of his beautiful ones. But he’d been unable to
stay in Sennia, even for them. The people like him, the ones with power, were
being hunted. But all he longed to do was return home.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">He took a deep breath and willed himself back into forgetful
sleep, knowing the pain of the world would still be there when he awoke.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif">About the Author:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzLcl8D7XkYCtDqs7o77GxWU1oMkpJ_ZFgwFxS9yRWjnEyd2-7TvQHCXfKpMdu56pEcUXnP6P772r6FuGKbeMMiD43UZ2t1tQzPxAIP7WZ6hqvhdgXofaW-0nYtSGsl3hQ3WHXPFuwxBu9ADmB8UvNJcGOYHeEY37hBatZ8NJduWwT1wFwR90f_ldYcKh/s680/authorpic.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="452" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzLcl8D7XkYCtDqs7o77GxWU1oMkpJ_ZFgwFxS9yRWjnEyd2-7TvQHCXfKpMdu56pEcUXnP6P772r6FuGKbeMMiD43UZ2t1tQzPxAIP7WZ6hqvhdgXofaW-0nYtSGsl3hQ3WHXPFuwxBu9ADmB8UvNJcGOYHeEY37hBatZ8NJduWwT1wFwR90f_ldYcKh/s320/authorpic.jpg" width="213" /></a><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Dianne grew up
in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood
floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the
basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs.
Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her
love of the mysterious and wonderful came from. Dianne is the author of m/m
romance, paranormal/suspense, fantasy adventure, the occasional thriller, and
anything else that comes to mind.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">She now lives
in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient
husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the
keyboard letting her characters play. Dianne says Oregon’s raindrops are the
perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in
the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee in her
hands, which kindles her imagination.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Currently,
Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the
perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich
colors and textures of flowers and foliage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Blog:
https://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">FaceBook:
https://www.facebook.com/diannehartsock</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">FaceBook Author
Page:
https://www.facebook.com/diannehartsockbooks/?show_switched_toast=1&show_switched_tooltip=0&show_podcast_settings=0</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4850270.Dianne_Hartsock</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/diannehartsock/</span></p>
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-52353441548630210912024-02-27T00:30:00.001-05:002024-02-27T00:30:00.135-05:00Book Blast - Happy Harry by Barbara Lampert<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/02/book-blast-happy-harry-magical-golden.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YZign4csTM_OcW1EF7F2NmPMKqbdtBpcOtAQsWUbHDd0OSSjJd2qlsEZPuqBarPoL2wUxQBAYd1NqkHxYDyRQwm1thS-0CTOeq4e69ZJ2QKuawEcBKeVAIKKb_mwiATsfNf_f4gNOm_7lSWLT74_jOk2T4g8tREifBKpqv-Kh20amUoWQC87BRPhgLE/s400/TourBanner_Happy%20Harry%20.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI2ZVnRahhy8ThYshlcD1B1mDg0anMTLb-aShwh7YhwjEVUlxfs4il_C68WSZ_J8PfxhhdEcg4aq9kSSi0rZTF8FuM7kkeKveyy9jlJ12gobtmm53dQJOxrKbsyGJFGefZoR8oJTTM2Z3z8DhzVZdXaFGOZMWL4a54S_bCK-7x9T0bGLvtBl6kXDwJ0o/s3200/BookCover_Happy%20Harry.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3200" data-original-width="2100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI2ZVnRahhy8ThYshlcD1B1mDg0anMTLb-aShwh7YhwjEVUlxfs4il_C68WSZ_J8PfxhhdEcg4aq9kSSi0rZTF8FuM7kkeKveyy9jlJ12gobtmm53dQJOxrKbsyGJFGefZoR8oJTTM2Z3z8DhzVZdXaFGOZMWL4a54S_bCK-7x9T0bGLvtBl6kXDwJ0o/s320/BookCover_Happy%20Harry.jpg" /></a></div>In her dog memoir Happy Harry: A Magical Golden, psychotherapist Barbara Lampert, a lifelong dog lover, tells the story of her beloved Golden Retriever, Harry. Like her first dog memoir, Harry's story comes from her mostly uncensored daily journal and takes place in Malibu, California. <br /><br />
Harry was a genuinely free spirit - wild, and very wolf-like. Did all this contribute to his being exceptionally happy? Perhaps.<br /><br />
Harry was not only the happiest being Barbara's ever known, happy to the very core of him, but also the bravest. More than once in his life, Harry had to face true adversity, and each time, Barbara would look at him in wonder, not fully understanding how a being could be so brave and at the same time continue to be so happy.<br /><br />
Harry literally pranced through life, with a joyous attitude that made being around him like magic. Barbara fell in love with Harry. And as you immerse yourself in Harry's story, it's likely you will too! Happy Harry is unforgettable!</blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br />
Harry had a girlfriend for a while when he was about four or five years old. Probably for a couple of years. Oh he didn’t see her every day, but for that two year-or-so stretch maybe once or twice a week. …<br><br>
Roxie, a one-year-old Yellow Lab – the taller, leaner hunting type – was beautiful, energetic, and happy. Just like Harry. Roxie lived a few miles from our house, on the Point in Malibu. …<br><br>
When Harry knew he was going to see Roxie, he would get so excited. He would pant, start running around, tail up, and on the ride over he would stand or pace in the back seat the whole time. So eager, such joy. And when we got there, he would literally go flying out of the car, with David at the other end of the leash. Tail up, full steam ahead. And Roxie, being just a year old and still quite a playful puppy, would go equally berserk when she saw Harry. They would sniff and kiss each other through the openings in the fence. …<br><br>
Sometimes they would chase each other or run together, with the fence between them. David would run with them, since he had Harry on the leash. A few times Roxie’s owner came out and opened the gate to let Harry and Roxie be together. More kissing, chasing, tails up, sniffing. Both not believing their good luck. Both always bursting with joy the whole time they were together. Such a sight. …<br><br>
Barney didn’t get nearly as excited as Harry about Roxie and didn’t interfere in their relationship. This was Harry’s territory. And it appeared Roxie only had eyes for Harry. …<br><br>
It was always difficult to leave, because the whole time we were there Harry and Roxie were inseparable. Whenever Roxie’s owner would come out, we’d talk and laugh about the two lovebirds. It was wonderful seeing Harry and Roxie so happy. How he loved her…<br><br>
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QSv3OltVyztjL8HCA7UW4rK3pL7NwP9ldZXrjvSFQY-X8SZjQO6toggjrz8ka4bdJY9Lu76kwyomkgZ6xZWQdD7Z-dRrCUgQlgkoPBa6OghPBiOIYJ4CHPlcldcz8Nc-BKef-SFAUJsqVrPYHkRbWN1QD2bECZXQS3BsyV51XDDd14tKoVadOduUe04/s1312/Author%20Image.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1137" data-original-width="1312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QSv3OltVyztjL8HCA7UW4rK3pL7NwP9ldZXrjvSFQY-X8SZjQO6toggjrz8ka4bdJY9Lu76kwyomkgZ6xZWQdD7Z-dRrCUgQlgkoPBa6OghPBiOIYJ4CHPlcldcz8Nc-BKef-SFAUJsqVrPYHkRbWN1QD2bECZXQS3BsyV51XDDd14tKoVadOduUe04/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My passion is dogs! I’ve had dogs most of my life and hope to have at least one by my side always. Dog energy is the best! <br /><br />
I’m the author of two dog memoirs: Happy Harry: A Magical Golden and before that Charlie: A Love Story. Each about one of my Golden Retrievers. (I told you dogs are my passion!)<br /><br />
I’m a psychotherapist, licensed for over thirty years, specializing in relationships. <br /><br />
I was a flight attendant for nine years. And taught sociology at several universities. I have two master’s degrees and a doctorate.<br /><br />
Gardening is another love – not as much as dogs, but right up there! I see my garden as a work of art and garden as much as possible in my free time. I love being in nature.<br /><br />
I live in Malibu, California with my husband David and, you guessed it, our two wonderful Golden Retrievers, Oliver and Henry.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-62821904875342002752024-02-23T00:30:00.002-05:002024-02-23T00:30:00.135-05:00Blurb Blitz - Mamacadabra by Carrie Monroe O'Keefe<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/12/blurb-blitz-tour-mamacadabra-by-carrie.htm" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaBl3Bftu0YAfKb-RS4lO0jB71VAir9ayJpNqF7-RsZfCa6GIiKhIXs_7SVLsgAhx915a5-0LybrilqfK-9uteoIkS4JTJ86lj9DUT7MBy3c9zOMlMLakfOvJeULelqli_RkNcOPI6eDVXlPfodNnw4U4E0uDB5EEznzzhTbH1DRIxSgkyJ8lo1D5cps/s400/Tour%20Banner_Mamacadabra%20%281%29.gif"/></a></div><br><br>
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGX8kGk1kP2dvzIGGeNDq1gnjOmhlpAAAVCTLUxWdSuEsSibrmWXa96ich9wrB3kVHAeTvbIZblTH5S9w3yq88FeGef7KFrhADDzc179fIS2IbUpJgbI5ShvYIO1FeJWvlS9Xqe-6SE0VPhMxzM1q3ah4xw2_a4ZB3LcUr72y5__3kpSaHfnnnV2VYX6M/s3750/BookCover_Mamacadabra.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3750" data-original-width="2566" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGX8kGk1kP2dvzIGGeNDq1gnjOmhlpAAAVCTLUxWdSuEsSibrmWXa96ich9wrB3kVHAeTvbIZblTH5S9w3yq88FeGef7KFrhADDzc179fIS2IbUpJgbI5ShvYIO1FeJWvlS9Xqe-6SE0VPhMxzM1q3ah4xw2_a4ZB3LcUr72y5__3kpSaHfnnnV2VYX6M/s320/BookCover_Mamacadabra.jpg" /></a></div>Starting her third year of marriage, Carrie Monroe O’Keefe had already been on the roller coaster of extreme highs and lows of a newly blended family. Thinking she could do a better job of navigating marriage, stepmotherhood, working full time, and all of the things, she embarked on a year of “what if.”<br /><br />
Settling into her role as wife and mom, she tried to find ways to do things better, see things differently, and reframe her thinking to create a better home for her family and to feel more at home herself. With humor, unwavering honesty, vulnerability, and sarcasm, Carrie finds her way through the year and to her true self.</blockquote><br /><br />
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From Chapter: This House is Not a Home (Currently) <br><br>
It’s a bright Saturday morning and I’m looking around my kitchen wondering when, exactly, I let it get THIS bad. The dishwasher has been run, but nobody has bothered to unload it, resulting in piles of dirty dishes in and around the sink. There are empty cereal boxes lined up, I assume, so I can cut out the Box Tops for Education labels…because I’m the only one who can what…use scissors? Break down the boxes for recycling? Throw away the empty bag inside the boxes that once held cereal? <br>
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Speaking of recycling, there’s a bag of recycling on a stool waiting to be taken out on our “next trip” out of the house. It’s been there for three days and we have, in fact, left the house several times in those three days. <br>
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The clincher, though, is the kitchen table. Our puppy has a best friend that lives next door. He comes over to our back deck door and barks for Sullivan to come out to play. They wrestle, run around, investigate, bark at each other, bark at passersby, lay down to rest, and then start over. When they’re out and I’m working or writing, I bring my laptop up to the kitchen table so I can check on the dogs from time to time. <br>
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At this very moment, I’m sitting at my kitchen table and surrounding my laptop are: <br>
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•One little girl’s black shoe. <br>
•One little girl’s gold shoe. <br>
•One little girl’s pink slipper. <br>
•The Nancy Drew book we’re currently reading. <br>
•Large bag of colored pencils. <br>
•Pair of my husband’s dirty socks. <br>
•Empty napkin holder on its side. <br>
•The art project brought home by my littlest little girl. <br>
•Pad of paper with my work notes scribbled on it. <br>
•Three place mats (one was a casualty of yesterday’s juice fiasco). <br>
•One black marker. <br>
•Work documents of my husband’s. <br>
•A partially completed drawing. <br><br>
My kitchen table isn’t even big! How, or perhaps a better question is WHY, is there so much sh*t sitting on it?!! And does anybody else find it a teensy bit disconcerting that there are two shoes, a slipper, and dirty socks on the table at which we EAT OUR MEALS? Anyone??? <br>
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<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEkFSOlgZELuGaKCmONmydMZ1B8QfD2KXJreGGQkUIka0vFR8Je-EvUsBDV-lxpYZoK5YNeDkLJn8JzHivIfHPtznQtDMrSeyveRbOn1bzNLoFR-jYKk0t3bSXdn-N2AJqMY2aIjEDRz2nb3LibBkHD_dR0OW7z91BfzwevNM1j7X2rBIcqW9tKjTjWY/s1800/author%20image.jpeg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEkFSOlgZELuGaKCmONmydMZ1B8QfD2KXJreGGQkUIka0vFR8Je-EvUsBDV-lxpYZoK5YNeDkLJn8JzHivIfHPtznQtDMrSeyveRbOn1bzNLoFR-jYKk0t3bSXdn-N2AJqMY2aIjEDRz2nb3LibBkHD_dR0OW7z91BfzwevNM1j7X2rBIcqW9tKjTjWY/s320/author%20image.jpeg" /></a></div>Carrie Monroe O’Keefe started blogging about her life by sharing stories of marriage, stepmotherhood, and how to navigate it all on mamacadabra.com in 2012. People said they loved reading the posts, so she kept writing. In addition to blogging, she released her middle-grade fiction book, The Whole Truth, in 2019. <br /><br />
Carrie lives outside of Minneapolis with her husband, two daughters, and dog Finlay. <br /><br />
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Stick around for the interview, too. What's up for grabs? The author will award a randomly drawn winner a copy of the audiobook. Follow the tour for more chances. You can do that here: <a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/12/vbt-babel-apocalypse-audiobook-by.html">https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/12/vbt-babel-apocalypse-audiobook-by.html</a></div><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">THE BABEL APOCALYPSE AUDIOBOOK</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">by Vyvyan Evans</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh71UxmKWePFd4NTbkhQ-K6ctjtImgpDOuRIKDbLymdVpODHG6lupE2BlT-h7zUErceDIJJf_Q1gEHACpBesR1VhscRdujGwkVYIWArFuo9VfEFa_Lcxpd_M9IxC5XwrywJvrfc1cV9qGhVe1ZZT3VzRMoYG5IgT7nDIlfhr4Bq_stZH93SPFJ1kofbmCz/s800/BookCover_The%20Babel%20Apocalypse%20audiobook%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh71UxmKWePFd4NTbkhQ-K6ctjtImgpDOuRIKDbLymdVpODHG6lupE2BlT-h7zUErceDIJJf_Q1gEHACpBesR1VhscRdujGwkVYIWArFuo9VfEFa_Lcxpd_M9IxC5XwrywJvrfc1cV9qGhVe1ZZT3VzRMoYG5IgT7nDIlfhr4Bq_stZH93SPFJ1kofbmCz/s320/BookCover_The%20Babel%20Apocalypse%20audiobook%20cover.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><br />Language is no longer learned, but streamed to neural implants regulated by lang-laws. Those who can’t afford monthly language streaming services are feral, living on the fringes of society. Big tech corporations control language, the world’s most valuable commodity.<br /><br />But when a massive cyberattack causes a global language outage, catastrophe looms.<br /><br />Europol detective Emyr Morgan is assigned to the case. Suspect number one is Professor Ebba Black, the last native speaker of language in the automated world, and leader of the Babel cyberterrorist organization. But Emyr soon learns that in a world of corporate power, where those who control language control everything, all is not as it seems. After all, if the mysterious Ebba Black is to blame, why is the Russian Federation being framed for an outage it claims no responsibility for? And why is Ebba now a target for assassination?<br /><br /><br />As he and Ebba collide, Emyr faces an existential dilemma between loyalty and betrayal, when everything he once believed in is called into question. To prevent the imminent collapse of civilization and a deadly war between the great federations, he must figure out friend from foe—his life depends on it.<br /><br />And with the odds stacked against him, he must find a way to stop the Babel Apocalypse.<br /><br /><b>Now for an Interview with the Author: <br /><br />1. Describe yourself in three words.</b><br /><br />Passionate, brave, loyal<br /><br /><b>2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.</b><br /><br />Krysten Ritter (to play Ebba Black), Henry Cavill to play Emyr Morgan.<br /><b><br />3. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br /><br />The whole scope of the love story between Yuri Zhivago and Lara Antipova in the 1965 movie Dr. Zhivago (based on Boris Pasternak’s book published in 1957), tinged with sadness and regret, and with conflicting loyalties, is one of the most moving in cinematic depictions of doomed love. <br /><br /><b>4. What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br /><br />To go into space and explore new planets beyond our solar system.<br /><br /><div><b>5. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br /><br />Sense of smell—this sense seems to me to be the one that would cause least suffering and deprivation. <br /><br /><b>6. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br /><br />I took a job as newspaper delivery boy at the age of ten against my parents wishes, to earn pocket money. As they wouldn’t agree, I took the job anyway with the local newsagent, lying that I was older than I was. I would then sneak out of the house early each morning and take my bicycle to deliver newspapers. When my mother found out, she went to see the newsagent and told him I was too young for the role. And I was subsequently grounded.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Now for An Excerpt:</b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />As I was about to glance back at the voices, a light flickered in my peripheral vision, drawing my gaze upward to the night sky. A soft white glow, high up in the dark. At first it was indistinguishable from the airway lights. But it persisted, the size of a small disk at first, before shifting to red-orange, getting larger. At that point I realized it definitely couldn’t be a hover car. This was farther up, probably low Earth orbit, which explained the initial white. But the shift in coloration—that meant a detonation, producing nitrogen dioxide, which turned deep orange when mixed with air. A gaseous cloud has reached the atmosphere, I thought. I was witnessing a chemical explosion in space large enough to be visible to the naked eye. But what was exploding?<br /><br />As I continued looking up, the orange grew in intensity until it flared across the skyline, illuminating the entire landscape around me with an eerie red-orange. It was only then that I became aware of the newly hushed silence of the drunken revelers nearby. And the silhouettes of other people too, who had also stopped and peppered the pedestrian corridor. We were all now strange red creatures, watching transfixed in rapt silence as the night sky was on fire. And just as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone; the orange light faded back into a deep well of pitch black.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />About the Author:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEHFQ-L2daG9QIzC-dq19S88jc7OaZagFQXeEpFtgp_706WunzSyNEcQ47zlBS3FQal4aatKgT62n4prsnyTUhyxtJrjHH_z0nIJq7RvdJz92avqWt0pjmzJkkCAxDb5qF_NDWPpBWczkD6wHarvn2OyyQTwHrnwceO2bPctXkT9UjKpSkNefksle4c1H/s822/Author%20Image.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="800" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEHFQ-L2daG9QIzC-dq19S88jc7OaZagFQXeEpFtgp_706WunzSyNEcQ47zlBS3FQal4aatKgT62n4prsnyTUhyxtJrjHH_z0nIJq7RvdJz92avqWt0pjmzJkkCAxDb5qF_NDWPpBWczkD6wHarvn2OyyQTwHrnwceO2bPctXkT9UjKpSkNefksle4c1H/w130-h134/Author%20Image.jpg" width="130" /></a></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><br /><br />Dr. Vyvyan Evans is a native of Chester, England. He holds a PhD in linguistics from Georgetown University, Washington, D.C., and is a Professor of Linguistics. He has published numerous acclaimed popular science and technical books on language and linguistics. His popular science essays and articles have appeared in numerous venues including 'The Guardian', 'Psychology Today', 'New York Post', 'New Scientist', 'Newsweek' and 'The New Republic'. His award-winning writing focuses, in one way or another, on the nature of language and mind, the impact of technology on language, and the future of communication. 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Anthony. There’s an unsung woman asking for the vote 224 years before you, and murderous rebels and bigoted gentlemen can’t prevent spinster Lady Margaret Brent from wielding her power to defend Maryland settlers from plunder and obliteration.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-top: 0.1pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Lady Margaret Brent, compelled to right wrongs, risks her life by illegally educating English women, placing her family at risk. She fights to have a voice, yet her father and brothers exclude her from discussions. Worried the kings’ men may know of her illegal activities, she flees to the New World where she can enjoy religious tolerance and own land, believing she will be allowed a voice. Once in Maryland, she presents cases in provincial court where she’s hired as the first American woman attorney, but there she uncovers perilous actions, prompting her to build a fort to shield those within from being murdered. Can Margaret Brent’s integrity and ingenuity protect Maryland from being destroyed?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b>Now for an excerpt: </b></span></span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Wells girl covered her eyes with both hands. Margaret, ignoring the buzzing of flies and the damp heat of the morning sun, worked to untangle the girl’s words in her mind.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“If the river doesn’t take me, then I shall have my baby alone and will have to live with Master Cole, and I shall never see my dear Tom again.” With that, she burst into tears.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You do not look like you are about to have a baby. Why do you say your time is up?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Master Cole brought me here four years ago. He said after I had worked for him for four years, I wouldn’t owe him a tad more, and now he says I can’t leave, and so I might as well marry him. Lady Brent. I worked hard from early morning until after dark every day, and my time is up. Even the devil would say this isn’t right.” She sniffed and looked away.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Margaret set her jaw. “Heaven help us if other masters here in Maryland treat their servants in this manner.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“There’s nothing I can do.” She bit her lip. “I thought maybe the next time you talked with Governor Calvert you might say something on my behalf, and I pray my request is not one of cheekiness.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Mary.” Margaret called sharply across to the soap making group. “Would you please come here?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">When Mary finished saying something, she trotted over to the garden. “Hello, Carrie. Are you not feeling well—your face seems flushed?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“So, you are acquainted with Carrie Wells?” Margaret studied her sister, slipped the basket from Carrie, and moved it into Mary’s hands. “She brought these for us and herbs to scent your soap.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sometimes on Sundays after church Carrie walks with me in the woods and shows me barks, roots, and herbs that heal.” She glanced at the basket. “Why, these are lovely.” She glanced at the young woman, then put her hand on Carrie’s arm. “Are you still having trouble with Jacob Cole?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Jacob Cole is about to have troubles with her. Has Giles returned from Kent for Assembly today? Will both our brothers be at the meeting?” Margaret’s frogs roiled inside her. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">How dare these men take advantage of their servants? </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I saw him and Fulke along with some other men heading to Lewger’s home earlier.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Come, Carrie Wells. We shall also attend Assembly.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But—Margaret,” Mary grabbed her arm. “Certainly, women would not be allowed—”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Margaret shrugged Mary away, snatched Carrie Wells by her hand, and stomped off down the path.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sister,” Mary called after her, “you must take off that filthy apron. You’re covered in soil.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Margaret jerked it untied and slung it. “There is a difference between God’s soil and men’s dirt. Carrie Wells and I are about to sort this very thing out with all those fine gentlemen of Assembly.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">About the Author:</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEcLwsYCZqQzUD-UIs8eeGF4HelgvyZST-WvZ29plrbFjPHiI09TboDsXFKc0-d_kRrufKwAbMHUILOIWBqNRuyThQ6dnhmp7GW9BFlTMtPjLhdbPLKv5i3-8eFbCKJSUjkIbUAVfII9C5at3DazKIOKx2z0uSna3rZ8PEaSmbK6SEIeWVR2sRw5KXHIg/s2121/author%20image%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2121" data-original-width="1740" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEcLwsYCZqQzUD-UIs8eeGF4HelgvyZST-WvZ29plrbFjPHiI09TboDsXFKc0-d_kRrufKwAbMHUILOIWBqNRuyThQ6dnhmp7GW9BFlTMtPjLhdbPLKv5i3-8eFbCKJSUjkIbUAVfII9C5at3DazKIOKx2z0uSna3rZ8PEaSmbK6SEIeWVR2sRw5KXHIg/w142-h173/author%20image%20(1).jpg" width="142" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Charlene Bell Dietz lives in the central mountains of New Mexico. She taught kindergarten through high school, served as a school administrator, and an adjunct instructor for the College of Santa Fe. After retirement she traveled the United States providing instruction for school staff and administrators. Her writing includes published articles, children’s stories, short stories, and mystery and historical novels</span><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Email: chardietzpen@gmail.com </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Website: </span><a href="https://inkydancestudios.com/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">https://inkydancestudios.com/</span></a></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> Char Bell Dietz @CharBellDietz </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Purchase: http://apbooks.net/srg.html</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f4821/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="28e4345f4821" data-theme="classic" data-template="" id="rcwidget_zih3ubfv">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a>
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-73099333964415569242024-02-19T00:30:00.068-05:002024-02-19T00:30:00.372-05:00NBTM Homecoming Chaos by DW Brooks<p> It's a tour and there's an interview so you'll want to check out this post! Plus, there are prizes. Like? <span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;">D.W. Brooks will award a randomly drawn winner a
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">by D.W. Brooks<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: left;">A
dead body in the parking lot of her family’s business, a killer on the loose,
and a handsome detective asking a lot of questions…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Jamie
Scott’s life fell apart four years ago when she broke off her engagement,
turned down a dream job, and went overseas to run away from her life. Now she’s
back, but the reunion is not without problems. She arrives home just in time to
attend the soiree her mother planned, but she’s not prepared for what she
finds—a dead employee in the parking lot.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Detective
Nick Marshall is assigned to the murder case at the forensics lab owned by
Jamie’s family. He meets the headstrong Jamie, but he has a job to do. And his
attraction to her… well, he’s a professional.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Jamie
knows the stakes are high. She has to face the past and save her parents’
business while dealing with her family drama and an uncertain future. She also
has to deal with Nick, who wants her out of the way of his investigation. But
fate keeps throwing them in one another’s paths… and into chaos that they both
want to avoid, but neither can seem to escape.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a name="_GoBack"></a><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Now for An Interview: </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><b>1.
Describe yourself in three words.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Tall.
Nice. Optimistic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and
why.</b></span></div><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Jamison
Jones Scott – To Be Played By: Amber Stevens West</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Jamison
Scott is a tall woman, so that was one of the first characteristics that would
be necessary to play this role. She is also very smart and has a traumatic
history. *Amber Stevens West is reported to be 5'9" or 5'10" which is
probably sufficient in the world of acting today. She is a beautiful woman, and
I have seen her play aggressive but sensitive characters before. She's also
around the appropriate age and could play a mid-thirties character.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">*I
considered Zendaya as she is tall and can play the range that would be needed
for the character. HOWEVER, she is too young.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Nick
Marshall – To Be Played By: Daniel Di Tomasso</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Nick
Marshall is a tough detective with a soft spot for tall women. Daniel Di Tomasso
is not quite the height of the character in the book, but I think his other
attributes make up for that. He is very good-looking and has blue eyes (as
noted in the novel). He played a detective on the TV show "Major Crimes"
so I know that Is something that is in his wheelhouse. He also had a long
career as a model, so he can definitely smolder!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Margaret
Scott – To Be Played By: Vanessa Williams</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I
didn't picture Vanessa Williams in my mind when I imagined Margaret. However,
now that I think about it, she could really do this role justice. Margaret has
a slight snobby attitude and can be hypercritical. She does love her children
and her husband though. I have seen
Vanessa do a wonderful job with that type of role in the past. She is a
beautiful woman, and she and Laurence Fishburne (my choice for Gregory) played opposite
each other in the 1997 movie </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Hoodlum</i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Gregory
Scott – To Be Played By: Laurence Fishburne</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">It
is difficult to see Laurence Fishburne as anyone other than Morpheus from </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The
Matrix</i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">. I understand he played the grandfather in Blackish; I should be
able to imagine him in other roles. It's hard. But even with that challenge, I
know he's a wonderful actor and can embody the stately Gregory with the
necessary gravitas that is required. Also, as noted above, he and Vanessa have played
opposite each other and did a good job.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Jon
Scott – To Be Played By: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">De Vaughn Nixon</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have only seen DeVaughn Nixon in one TV show called Winning Time which was a series about the Lakers of the early 1980s. It aired on HBO/Max. He played his father Norm Nixon on the show. I think he did a nice job. I am sure there was a lot of pressure involved with playing his dad. My character Jon is a great guy – smart, caring, friendly – with the flaw of falling in and out of love too quickly. Reading DeVaughn's acting credits, I think he could play that role well.</div><p></p>
<br /> Jillian Scott – To Be Played By: Javicia Leslie
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Jillian
is the youngest of the Scott siblings, but she has the most children. She has some
insecurities because of her glamorous and smart older sister, who used to be a
model. She is accomplished and beautiful in her own right, but she felt like
she was often ignored in the family. I haven't seen this actor much, but I
think she is more than capable of playing the complex character (based on her
credits).</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><b>3. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b></span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">If
you had asked about television shows, this would have been an easier answer. On
television, the on-scene chemistry between Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn in
the television show "Scandal" was off the charts. I am very selective
about what movies I watch; I read reviews and tend to eliminate films that I
feel like I wouldn't enjoy. I am also a mood film watcher; there are many films
that I might want to see but I must be in the mood to watch. I have a long
"to be watched" list. To find a movie to answer this question, I might
have to go deep into the past.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Going
back into my movie memory vault, I think my favorite love scene is the one
between Jennifer Lopez and George Clooney in </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Out of Sight</i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">. Plenty of
sexy banter beforehand and a sexy striptease in the hotel room. Again, there is
off-the-charts chemistry between them, then fade to black. I don't have to see
everything for a love scene to resonate with me.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">4. What’s your wildest fantasy?</span></b></p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Probably
taking a vacation where my husband and I visit several islands and christen beaches
on each one. It is hot and sexy to think about, but the thing that keeps it
strictly in fantasy land is that I don't like sand. I love the beach, but not
the sand if that makes sense. Maybe I
need to adjust the fantasy a bit and add several towels to make it work.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> 5</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">As
an ophthalmologist by training, I can say with certainty that sight would be
the last sense that I would want to lose. If I had to lose a sense, I think it
would be my sense of smell. In all honesty, my current sense of smell is not
the best, so I am not sure how much different my life would be. I recognize
that my sense of taste would be adversely affected by the loss of smell but for
me, that would be the smallest price to pay.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>6. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b></span></div></span>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">It
is ironic that you asked me this question because I have been called "Saint
Nikki" at different points in my life. I was not a very disobedient kid – for
the most part, my biggest sin was talking back to my parents. And there were no
hidden forbidden sex stories in my teen years. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">The
worst things I did as a kid happened during my senior year in high school and
were associated with me skipping class. Our school had said that the seniors
could skip on the official senior skip day BUT the catch was that we could not
come on campus at all that day. If we were caught on campus, we could be
suspended and possibly risk not graduating. Most teachers were cool with this
situation. However, one teacher was not: our 12<sup>th</sup> grade AP English teacher.
The seniors in her class had to come to her class (which was during 4<sup>th</sup>
period), which meant we had to miss skip day altogether or sneak on campus
during her class. Unsurprisingly, the 30 students in her class snuck on campus
for the one class. It looked like we were a military unit advancing on the
enemy, an army crawling by windows and inching along walls. Fortunately, we all
made it in and out with getting caught.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">This
particular teacher also caused the other "naughty" thing that happened
in my childhood. One day, we had a substitute in 12</span><sup style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> grade English
teacher's class, and after taking roll in the classroom, the substitute took
the class to the library. Of course, most of the class disappeared on the way
to the library, but this time, the sub was smart and passed out a roll call
sheet for the class once they arrived at the secondary location. Most of the
remaining students were quick enough to sign in their missing friends but NOT my
friends. I had gone to pick up lunch with two other students, so I missed the second
sign-in sheet. The next day, the regular teacher reported our absence to the
assistant principal with the intent of getting the two people with me in
trouble. She wasn't after me—like I said, I was considered a saint. We all got
called into the office and created a spun-out tale about why we left (one of
the friends needed sanitary products and her mother was sick when got there. By
the time we got everything settled, it was time to come back to school so we
grabbed a quick lunch and returned to school). It was fantasy, but it depended
on me to sell it, so I did. I think our teacher was sorely disappointed that
she couldn't suspend them without dragging me into it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;"><br /></span></div>
<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Quickies:</span><br />
<br /></b><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Boxers or Briefs?</b></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Boxer
Briefs -- there is something about the combination of boxers and briefs that is
so sexy!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Top or Bottom?</b></span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Mostly
bottom – I like him to be in control.</span></p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>Pajamas or nude?</b></span></div><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Neither.
I sleep in t-shirts. I don’t have a problem with how my body looks, but I am
generally cold at night. A t-shirt and an extra blanket were a compromise, so I
wouldn't sleep in a full body snow suit.</span></p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>Hairy chests or smooth?</b></span></div></span>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Smooth.
It emphasizes chest definition.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Alpha
or Beta?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;">You
would think that a woman who became a physician would attract only beta males,
but that's not the case for me. Alpha please.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Now for An Excerpt: </span></b><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><b>R</b>evel in the chaos.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Revel in the chaos. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Revel in the chaos.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Jamie tried to live by this motto for most of her life
because her life seemed to invite chaos. She learned to expect—and sometimes
encourage—complications. As the plane taxied to a halt, she repeated her motto
to herself. This phrase, tattooed on her right hip, particularly applied now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The international terminal of Hartsfield-Jackson Airport had
changed since she was last there. Her brother, Jonathan, would pick her up at
the baggage claim—alone, she hoped, and not sporting a clingy girlfriend. Time
to re- acclimate and re-establish family bonds. Dealing with an unknown woman
in her face when she wanted to spend time quietly with her brother wasn’t at
the top of her to-do list.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">As she waited in line to get through passport control, she
thought about how she got to this point—back in Atlanta after several years
abroad. She had spent two of those years working with the non-profit
organization Doctors Overseas. Jamie worked in several locations, including the
Central African Republic. She had her reasons for joining the charitable
organization; not all were altruistic, and she kept those to herself during her
entrance interview. The horrors she witnessed overseas helped her put her personal
chaos into perspective. She realized her issues were nothing compared to what
people endured in other parts of the world. This realization allowed her to
embrace her job and enjoy what she was doing, despite the frequent threats of
bodily harm. To help maintain her sanity while overseas, she traveled a lot and
spent six months in Italy working with a designer friend.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The agent summoning her snapped her out of her reverie.
Handing over her passport, she said, “Nothing to declare. Coming back home for
my mother’s birthday and Christmas.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">At the check-in counter, the inspector carefully examined
her and her passport photo. Jamison understood the scrutiny. At the time of
that picture, she had been at the height of her glamor phase with a history of
modeling and a resulting, above-average concern about how she looked. In
medical school, she often showed up at rounds with perfectly coiffed hair and
more than a swipe of mascara and lip gloss. But in Africa, those concerns fell
away. Right now,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Jamie was makeup-free, and a baseball cap covered her hair.
She was still beautiful, but now it was a girl-next-door beauty. Jamie had high
cheekbones, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, a straight nose, a square jawline,
and her golden-brown skin was still smooth. She wasn’t stomping down runways
anymore, as in her past life, because she had shifted her priorities.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Her mother would hate it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">“Welcome to Atlanta,” the inspector said as she stamped her
passport. “Have a pleasant stay.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></b><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeHMQZoIfDdFO6NKXEOdXwAMaEJvaMv1yE7vAYEGTcBTWV0ucc8gdhGaeTKdFV9OB1YlI91OjQKJ0IupauhOUvaKeVH80ueepp1S5-j_CHbc4YUsAC40KHFF6r3XYTcp1IzX6EDNc_OfH5Eoz7SyK3MGrks3gJuQP6yMIbH9LJvU1rQ_2sfUKPKGS2J-2/s400/Author%20Image.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeHMQZoIfDdFO6NKXEOdXwAMaEJvaMv1yE7vAYEGTcBTWV0ucc8gdhGaeTKdFV9OB1YlI91OjQKJ0IupauhOUvaKeVH80ueepp1S5-j_CHbc4YUsAC40KHFF6r3XYTcp1IzX6EDNc_OfH5Eoz7SyK3MGrks3gJuQP6yMIbH9LJvU1rQ_2sfUKPKGS2J-2/w125-h166/Author%20Image.jpg" width="125" /></a><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif">About the Author:</span></b><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The author is a doctor and editor who lives in Texas with her
husband and children. She enjoys trying to stay in shape, sporadically cooking,
reading (still), writing, and working on her blog. She is eternally grateful to
the woman who donated a kidney to her over 5 years ago and continues to
advocate for organ donation as much as she can.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">To learn more about D. W. Brooks and future publications and
events, visit https://authordwbrooks.com.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Website: https://authordwbrooks.com<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Facebook: https://facebook.com/authordwbrooks<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Instagram: https://instagram.com/authordwbrooks.com<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Twitter: https://twitter.com/lifethereboot<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><b>Where to Buy!</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">https://authordwbrooks.com for an autographed copy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">or
https://www.amazon.com/Homecoming-Chaos-D-W-Brooks-ebook/dp/B0CKS9P7PF<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/book/1144277742?ean=9798218150501<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">https://books.apple.com/us/book/homecoming-chaos/id6469733473<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=eincEAAAQBAJ&rdid=book-eincEAAAQBAJ<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/homecoming-chaos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-85417729271435977712024-02-12T00:30:00.001-05:002024-02-12T00:30:00.141-05:00Go, Gabbie, Go! by Hollie Noveletsky<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-blast-go-gabbie-go-by-hollie.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieD_ARTWoZlCJlf72zI6dFkk_ugBh_u4KCPTE97y1FSAF53Rr8gSbkrgt7ZYySMbaWhE3rmQa330fHZlP-Jcp0QTLHs_qAqSwb8iG-IA5mahcTi-c6A66ElKIcdeVNWQSl3bV7UEWpTOzOW1zm5ic1UZ-TZK-lsV71d-xyeAHZc0f9u9KwFdI6Q0NtdXw/s400/TourBanner_Go%20Gabbie%20Go.gif" width="400" /></a></div><p> </p><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCdAtiE0kVbL_PTUP0Q_b3_4qXkCxxAY-og_V_OXKLZMZpSV4g-i_NXtTU1D8am5M7mNFI2vF5VOnVGEhbOC8hE_-Prw99C58QmZVgT4gDG4NouypMN6PAwyyH6Tt1QBVUYApJNHVkBzTYb_kTv2drpgtJJvf69TJrTaSDffkvdAIXoQqYDDmNPEUoTM/s3301/BookCover_GoGabbieGo%20Cover.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2772" data-original-width="3301" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCdAtiE0kVbL_PTUP0Q_b3_4qXkCxxAY-og_V_OXKLZMZpSV4g-i_NXtTU1D8am5M7mNFI2vF5VOnVGEhbOC8hE_-Prw99C58QmZVgT4gDG4NouypMN6PAwyyH6Tt1QBVUYApJNHVkBzTYb_kTv2drpgtJJvf69TJrTaSDffkvdAIXoQqYDDmNPEUoTM/w200-h168/BookCover_GoGabbieGo%20Cover.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br />Go, Gabbie, Go was written as a gift to my illustrator and friend Gabbie Studley. Gabbie is a young woman with a big dream to fly. The only thing bigger than Gabbie's dream is her heart. Read along as Gabbie achieves her dream of flight. Thank you, Gabbie, for your beautiful illustrations and friendship.</blockquote><br />
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<br><br><b>About the Author:</b>The author is an ornery old woman who lives with her crotchety old husband in the woods of New Hampshire. Her greatest joy is watching her grandson, Pip, on his great adventures.<br /><br />
Website: <a href="https://pipsgivingseries.com/">https://pipsgivingseries.com/</a><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-1382079142209639902024-02-06T00:30:00.001-05:002024-02-06T00:30:00.154-05:00Book Blast - Hide and Be by Gary L Stuart<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-blast-hide-and-be-by-gary-stuart.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwqiRBuP8VlxBdjq064KQm9W_5wXnXCGftUl8yOoYTWW8mDpZQhTdspa6dawSI0lci24Ju1D80VpSbtqJDzYgvmQglOw7PP13jPUzK_t_BKCw696u0kJK_0nn9bY6bvYrDqLSB42UzAf6enxdmehh4T1TMFqFdYpITdAFqbiiCuJMCkOahmq-GDbkrC0/s400/TourBanner_Hide%20and%20Be.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtmLCQmZ2FM7vtYhARD0tRFWuOMKhQnEVcEx8BWS7ShR1zfrAa0gcC-xtNTUSLjPmOvX9CDODwZBnAAwN4eCvquKc37tu6Dle77-5PTIeCL2Noqio96S3yct_pyyyFG66JVQT36hOTMk2mgx2KLjRCBeu7cdd72rrcpe00LwmB9hueiijWpi7DIhalzk/s1024/BookCover_Front-Hide%20and%20Be_RGB_300.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="682" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtmLCQmZ2FM7vtYhARD0tRFWuOMKhQnEVcEx8BWS7ShR1zfrAa0gcC-xtNTUSLjPmOvX9CDODwZBnAAwN4eCvquKc37tu6Dle77-5PTIeCL2Noqio96S3yct_pyyyFG66JVQT36hOTMk2mgx2KLjRCBeu7cdd72rrcpe00LwmB9hueiijWpi7DIhalzk/s200/BookCover_Front-Hide%20and%20Be_RGB_300.jpg" /></a></div><br>Twin brothers Arthur and Martin suffered horrible abuse as children, forcing them to survive by seamlessly assuming each other’s identities. Living each other’s lives provides protection from the trauma of their past. But when tragedy strikes, one of the brothers plummets into a dissociative crisis that leads him down a murderous path.<br /><br />
As the body count rises, two cases end up in the courtroom, where judges, lawyers, and psychiatrists try to piece together which twin is the suspect and which is the victim. Everyone in the courtroom strives to bring the victims to justice–but how can justice be served when no one is sure who the defendant truly is?</blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br />
Like I said, me and Marty were from Maine. Born, bred, and fed. By foster parents mostly. Always hated the cold. We lived in drafty houses in winter, wore cheap coats in spring and fall, but not knowing any better, just accepted it. Lived our lives wherever the caseworkers said. You know, go here, stay there, new doctors, and interchangeable houses. <br><br>
A general practitioner, whose first name was Doctor, talked to our first foster mother, but not us. <br><br>
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Greyson,” the doctor said. <br><br>
That’s what he always called her—Missus—she didn’t have a first name, and he didn’t have a last. He was Doctor and she was Mrs. Us? We were just two little jellybeans sitting in one chair. Doctor had three chairs in his office. One for her, one for him, and the third for us. I remember liking that—same chair, same us. <br><br>
“Autonomous language is common, harmless, really. It’ll go away in time,” he told her. Not us. He never said anything to us. We don’t remember the exact words, but who cares? Fumbuck, he knew. You? How can you tell? Autonomous, dummy. Marty told me. <br><br>
“They will always be hard to tell apart. Dress them differently. They will want to be together, with their family gone and all, but treat them like regular brothers, even if they are identical twins.” <br><br>
<b>About the Author</b> I am a retiring lawyer, a working author, and a preserving blogger. I was a full-time trial lawyer for thirty-two years in a large Phoenix firm. I was a part-time law professor for the last twenty-nine years. As of summer, 2023, I am writing, publishing, and blogging full time. My first book was a textbook published by the Arizona State Bar Association. My first novel was published by the University of New Mexico Press. I’ve written ten novels and eight nonfiction titles as of July 2023. <br /><br />
From the day I entered law school, I’ve been reading cases, statutory law and writing about legal conundrums and flaws in our criminal and civil justice systems. I’ve always read novels, nonfiction, and historical fiction by great authors who were never corrupted by the staid habits of trial lawyers. I write long-form, interspersed with the occasional blog, op-ed, or essay. One of the unexpected benefits of reading the law is learning how to write about it. Somewhere along the trajectory from a baby lawyer to a senior one, I became intoxicated with blending nonfiction with fiction in books, rather than legal documents. After spending thirty years in courtrooms trying cases, I started writing about them. That led to writing novels while borrowing from famous historical settings and lesser-known characters. My courtroom days were chock full of ideas, notions, and hopes about ultimately becoming an author. I organized and memorized critical information for judges, juries, and clients. Now I use that experience to write vivid fiction and immersive nonfiction. I moved away from trial practice to teaching law students how to use creative writing techniques to tell their client’s stories, in short form.<br /><br />
F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.” The same could be said of my transition from trying cases to writing crime fiction. I’ve been holding my breath for twenty years waiting for galley proofs and book reviews. Anais Nin spoke for all of us when she said, “We write to taste life twice.”<br /><br />
My first novel, The Gallup 14, won a coveted starred review from Publishers Weekly. I won a Spur Award from Western Writers of America in 2004 for my first nonfiction book (“Miranda, The Story of America’s Right to Remain Silent”). I won the 2010 Arizona Book of the Year Award, The Glyph Award, and a Southwest Publishing Top Twenty award in 2010, for “Innocent Until Interrogated—The Story of the Buddhist Temple Massacre.” My third nonfiction title (“Anatomy of a Confession—The Debra Milke Case”) was highly acclaimed. My nonfiction title “CALL HIM MAC—Ernest W. McFarland—The Arizona Years” was widely and favorably reviewed. My latest nonfiction crime book, “Nobody Did Anything Wrong But Me, was published by Twelve Tables Press, one of America’s most distinguished publisher of law books about important legal issues. No New York Times bestsellers, yet. <br /><br />
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Website: <a href="http://www.garylstuart.com">http://www.garylstuart.com</a><br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-1201062937060711182024-01-31T00:30:00.037-05:002024-01-31T11:28:09.013-05:00Tour - The Witches Prophecy by Janae<p> <span id="docs-internal-guid-1e88aadb-7fff-00a8-fa6b-a51677041931"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Janae will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC or a signed paperback copy of the book to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.</span></span></p><p><span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkeMTHy8qFESJqY7GfB9vwW_SXendm0r3mjIIrYaEB5lQXsjK81KlsN8PlNkbtP1h1gGRXNqY3Cq_6qT_ptHqyiwySpdY5Tj_Un1A76Zs5z330iCzHVQY7WAiSKR1fu0JymNVM_cXU37YH807HQ4DShUOonvUjX-5Ov6mA62CQIBwizExce_l4nzI1CrU/s1200/TourBanner%20The%20Witches%20Prophecy.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkeMTHy8qFESJqY7GfB9vwW_SXendm0r3mjIIrYaEB5lQXsjK81KlsN8PlNkbtP1h1gGRXNqY3Cq_6qT_ptHqyiwySpdY5Tj_Un1A76Zs5z330iCzHVQY7WAiSKR1fu0JymNVM_cXU37YH807HQ4DShUOonvUjX-5Ov6mA62CQIBwizExce_l4nzI1CrU/s320/TourBanner%20The%20Witches%20Prophecy.gif" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The Witches Prophecy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-11a17d08-7fff-272a-0171-2fe3905d59b3"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">by Janae</span></p><div><br /></div></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVj0dNZsWZhV5vzqG8Gy-4sEusFihgLOHWTehugA_XxZDg-yyML6pvCKJI1LyTOX4cgPodpa_-u6AQEy8ke3AyRmmleV_BkgEe95WS173MJQ9qMatuqjRFrckvh3jZAtPqvX8zMspgIwkYgr2i3wWGNfIlK0gYyQolXnKwoY5l_5102-FME_dZDhBnUxlT/s1276/Book%20Cover%20The%20Witches%20Prophecy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1276" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVj0dNZsWZhV5vzqG8Gy-4sEusFihgLOHWTehugA_XxZDg-yyML6pvCKJI1LyTOX4cgPodpa_-u6AQEy8ke3AyRmmleV_BkgEe95WS173MJQ9qMatuqjRFrckvh3jZAtPqvX8zMspgIwkYgr2i3wWGNfIlK0gYyQolXnKwoY5l_5102-FME_dZDhBnUxlT/s320/Book%20Cover%20The%20Witches%20Prophecy.png" width="201" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Within the shadows, a prophecy-bound assassin emerges, holding the fate of our world in their lethal grip - the key to salvation or the catalyst of our downfall.<br />Trouble Ferell is your average gun toting assassin, never once caught she revels in anonymity. But she can’t face the demonic force that has come for her. She can no longer trust herself but burgeoning from her is that what you’d call magic. Now, as a sorceress with divine lineage she must face creatures from other realms in a race against time.<br />Confronting the truth, she must rise to the occasion of becoming the most formidable witch throughout history. She is tasked with banishing abominable entities back to the depths of the Underworld, all while ensuring her own survival.<br />Pity. It’s on Tuesday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7e8a9a8a-7fff-42cd-6a8a-4806794ffd99"><br /></span><span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Now for an interview: </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p></span><b>1. Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />Funny. Caring. Honest. <br /><br /><b>2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why. </b><br /> I would play Trouble because she is me, Henry Cavill would play Xaivier because he’s the superman, I had in mind (other than Christopher Reeve in the 70’s) Asia Argento was the photo I used for Digits and the K-Pop artist Rain was who I envisioned for Zander. Trouble has a older brother name Bishop who I’d either cased Ving Rhames or someone of his stature for that. I would definitely write a role for Samuel Jackson too. I am thinking of writing that screenplay. Lol.<br /><br /><b>3. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br /> I haven’t seen a great love scene in a long time. Most of them are fade to black lol. Or really bad soft porn. I guess I would have to name my favorite drama movie in Secretary. That was really touching. Finding someone who shares your weird is beautiful.<br /><br /><b>4. What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br /> Probably to do it somewhere high in the air and in public like a hot air balloon or something. I hate heights but the fact that you’re with your guy, in a situation where you could die and there’s someone watching you is really sexy.<br /><br /><b>5. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br /> Since the notion that we only have five is a myth I would say the sense of pain or Nociception-the perception of pain. I like seeing people, I love my sense of smell, I would hate not to feel things and tasting food is a passion of mine. My hearing is going due to age but hearing “I love you” never fails to bring me to tears. No I will lose pain because I get migraines on the regular because of various reasons and cannot wait till they clear. Pain is something that comes with suffering and that is a terrible thing that people and animals will inevitably have to endure. If I were able to, I would take it away from everyone and everything.<br /><br /><b>6. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br />I played house with my cousins a lot. My grandma would watch movies like Risky Business and Private Resort. She would tell me to cover my eyes when watching those movies with her but I would peek then show my cousins lol. I also practiced kissing my sister’s Snoopy doll.<br /><br /><b>Quickies:<br />Boxers or Briefs?</b><br />Briefs. On the floor of my bedroom of course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><b>Top or Bottom?</b><br />Top. I like to be dominant. Also, it’s a great angle to look someone in the eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><b>Pajamas or nude?</b><br />Nude. I have no problem with my body as a whole. Its when someone else has to look at it that the worry and self-doubt sets in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><b>Hairy chests or smooth?</b><br />Hairy chest please but keep it to a minimum. Maintenance is a great tool for men.<br /><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Alpha or Beta?</b></span><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span>Alpha. Because I am a hyper lady or whatever you call it. I need a manly man but I usually attract betas.<br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><span><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Now for an excerpt: </span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">When Darkness looms, the world finds its hero…</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">In "The Witches Prophecy," Trouble Ferell, a renowned assassin, yearns for normalcy and acceptance. However, her world turns upside down when she discovers her involvement in an ancient prophecy and unlocks her long-dormant magical abilities. Doubt and uncertainty fill her mind as she grapples with her newfound identity and the visitations of a powerful deity. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">With her best friend turned lover by her side, Trouble must confront monstrous beings in human bodies and an impending apocalypse orchestrated by Chaos, an entity seeking her as his bride. As interdimensional gates creak open, Earth dangles on the edge of peril. Trouble must embrace her role as both a Demi-goddess and witch, rallying against her half-sister's ascent and thwarting Chaos's pursuit of the formidable Darkveil Talisman.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">In a race against time, Trouble and Xaivier unravel the tapestry of their shared history, hurtling towards an epic clash that pits good against evil. 'The Witches Prophecy' weaves a spellbinding tale, where ultimate victory tips the scales for but one contender. Pity. It’s only Tuesday.</span></p></span></div></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">About the Author: </div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Janae’s family is from Louisiana and Georgia. She is the middle child of three. She began her writing career as a teenager in high school writing steamy love scenes for her classmates. She wasn’t convinced as a writer until her English teacher found her stories and told her she should</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWMe-JPP5SCNPbu6SVG-ARTAm8haJriQFAKr1JMtjM2fy95Pklz5HTH1yzQJMKxUWcYBAPOUt4j7Yp9UDqewCRYg2SDT_UXtjzFndkymd-wHEqDt4qTM5LkY0tGcsLHy6qsMDZVr08UBT23QRqMP0Eg5dxypVUi3ErYoealz0b4xW9UOK6E03BVt1tUpA/s480/author%20image.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="397" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWMe-JPP5SCNPbu6SVG-ARTAm8haJriQFAKr1JMtjM2fy95Pklz5HTH1yzQJMKxUWcYBAPOUt4j7Yp9UDqewCRYg2SDT_UXtjzFndkymd-wHEqDt4qTM5LkY0tGcsLHy6qsMDZVr08UBT23QRqMP0Eg5dxypVUi3ErYoealz0b4xW9UOK6E03BVt1tUpA/w155-h187/author%20image.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-4cf2f294-7fff-bc70-81f9-ff723e07eb37"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">be a writer. She treasured those words for all of her adult life. She has a bachelor’s degree in information Technology. She is a dedicated mother, friend and writer. She is usually found hunched over her laptop dreaming of different ways to entertain. She lives in Savannah, Ga with</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">her cat Persephone and son. She loves dogs and wants to own a Husky and loves making people laugh and feel comfortable. She has a podcast called How Not To Write with Janae and her favorite color is blue. She is a Cancer.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amazon buy link: </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Witches-Prophecy-legends-Flamed-Witch-ebook/dp/B0CGTHV8QC/ref=sr_1_4?crid=22OYLSVO2HKEQ&keywords=The+Witches+Prophecy&qid=1695254952&s=digital-text&sprefix=the+witches+prophecy%2Cdigital-text%2C98&sr=1-4" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">https://www.amazon.com/Witches-Prophecy-legends-Flamed-Witch-ebook/dp/B0CGTHV8QC/</span></a></p><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><p><br /><br /></p>
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<script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script>Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-48500230886757104422024-01-30T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-30T00:30:00.139-05:00Rocketship Ride by Frances D'Auria<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-blast-rocketship-ride-by-franco.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSTnTNWwXFhdjUbun0K_SQwEbjqJCM6aka5mKmgKKL1r5S-JniNIFWLV0P-mxp2nkiXkGeRWEQlXu2xFQZ4N9-mTR39TPBlW36MtMdCFgzk06QunTFyDIV5Sfya32DB2EKzeQRffGeQDP5dTysejp5lQthMqnjphZYbpdMe0CRqtrm0K5Q0r81fBgndw/s400/TourBanner_Rocketship%20Ride%20.gif" width="400" /></a></div><p> </p><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGR7dTWrnBQ2D061TCCSrpjqPtT6gWG-R_T-AJFJ_8T9tmENmMHh3PaHY2w7jaoROGz64hrWNxGJSjQ3zz3uLvk2Q4VcCznuU9tJjrihBaAykHb0hZ3bvwaRpxulSYm3dBhx0GvC2P963lzde7kBOrPOn3K8aSyPKluldM2_97QSXB_-DrDSn2dwF9NkY/s1000/BookCover_Rocketship%20Ride.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="695" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGR7dTWrnBQ2D061TCCSrpjqPtT6gWG-R_T-AJFJ_8T9tmENmMHh3PaHY2w7jaoROGz64hrWNxGJSjQ3zz3uLvk2Q4VcCznuU9tJjrihBaAykHb0hZ3bvwaRpxulSYm3dBhx0GvC2P963lzde7kBOrPOn3K8aSyPKluldM2_97QSXB_-DrDSn2dwF9NkY/s320/BookCover_Rocketship%20Ride.jpg" /></a></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> </p><blockquote>Come for a journey through the minds of two loving brothers as they explore the world around them using their imagination!<br /><br />
Join them in their rocketship as they barrel through space, meet with remarkable aliens, get in and out of extraordinary situations, and find the time to enjoy the company of amazing friends and family.<br /><br />
Let them take you on this incredible journey, and hopefully they inspire you to have your fantastic adventures too!</blockquote><br />
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<b>About the Author:</b> Franco D'Auria discovered a passion for writing and world-building through his long career as a game designer for HitGrab Labs. Lending his voice to the game MouseHunt and its whimsical fantasy world of Gnawnia, his imagination was bursting for new creative outlets.<br /><br />
What started as an innocent request from his children to sing a bedtime song about rocketships gradually evolved into this book. It celebrates the boys' love of books, their special relationship as brothers, their adventures with family, and the spark of imagination that they share.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-84907214404550185472024-01-25T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-25T00:30:00.138-05:00Outlaw's Lady by Bobbi Smith<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/blurb-blitz-tour-outlaws-lady.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48mbzwqyHSecy1muiqusB29vvHPZJuqieYzr5x-zQM8YSTecOj7zRK1tUDR3QJuGM1fFaW-4l0oVOHqmKvID9pPxRo7vXKoDtkqWQAAkfRYkNBJWlQFgGrAItuAeDO6N4P37WP8OIHtSlF8xV-81dxljlLJB6LrOinCAqYCwtQojNYvCztP6ezqwt91Y/s400/TourBanner_OutlawsLady.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBe99L50Ur2oCeamkRG0THt9jhMmRyLdzblAkjtkgT8fQiQ22tTSb-ucoZlYyjKGbkLVZ-BULF_Ujctlq_RYt-N0MfgDwR0ATfZg0oerGxPheTcTfte3EqL6AJkWi4jeA6p3dsMXg_NxIIJj3_5jSQs5AAT_g0M_qOmsl6pF8KMUD0505wAngrArQTg0/s466/BookCover_OutlawsLady.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="305" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBe99L50Ur2oCeamkRG0THt9jhMmRyLdzblAkjtkgT8fQiQ22tTSb-ucoZlYyjKGbkLVZ-BULF_Ujctlq_RYt-N0MfgDwR0ATfZg0oerGxPheTcTfte3EqL6AJkWi4jeA6p3dsMXg_NxIIJj3_5jSQs5AAT_g0M_qOmsl6pF8KMUD0505wAngrArQTg0/s320/BookCover_OutlawsLady.jpg" /></a></div>Wrongly Accused <br /><br />
When Pinkerton detective Slade Braxton went undercover to infiltrate the notorious Dakota Kid’s gang, he became one of the most wanted outlaws in the West. Now, set to stand trial for murder and robbery, he realized his ruse had been all too convincing—especially when the judge at his hearing turned out to be the woman of his dreams—the woman he’d shared a kiss with before sinking back into the shadows.<br /><br />
Out for Justice<br /><br />
Alyssa Mason was shocked when the mystery man who swept her off her feet at the town dance strode into her courtroom, accused of killing her father. Something about the handsome, arrogant Braxton disturbed her usually calm resolve. Though not easily distracted from her moral duties, Alyssa soon found herself fighting a forbidden attraction—and wondering if she’d have no choice but to abandon the law…and become the Outlaw’s Lady.</blockquote><br />
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“It’s not much farther,” Slade told Ken and the others as they neared the entrance to the canyon and the Kid’s campsite. <br /><br />
“You’re sure about this?” Ken asked. <br /><br />
“It’s the only way to get to Alyssa. There’s no telling what the Kid might to do her.” <br /><br />
Slade sent Ken to the south rim of the canyon and Hawkins to the north. Brown stayed back out of sight near the entrance with the horses, just in case Alyssa somehow managed to escape on her own. If she did, he could stop her there and protect her until they returned. <br /><br />
Slade slowly made his way on foot through the rocky terrain, staying off the main trail and avoiding places where the Kid might be able to catch sight of him. But when the sound of Alyssa’s scream came echoing through the night to him, the unrelenting terror of it pierced him to the depths of his soul. <br /><br />
No longer able to restrain himself, Slade charged forward. He had meant to be cautious in his assault. He had meant to outsmart the Kid, to outmaneuver him and trap him before he could hurt anyone else, but Alyssa’s cry erased any intention he’d had of moving slowly. There was no time. She was in danger. He had to save her. <br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHNnKoiOZYtyZ9dcm14Gz1o_aqwNSI3JWK6FgJSd7-LbubsxkspewqHBFFEbt8V4YYFiEhTZugFPx-JkJmMbuYEnBMrzEHm0r7xJxgqVuszaGNjpjK_W7qGk5zVu91f8qp2lhcJgpEIrBaC9ZjokQ97sXB8LE79bAhk1Zv21nXhLQC0e_hx-UeucM6NA/s2250/Bobbi_Smith_headshot_hirez.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHNnKoiOZYtyZ9dcm14Gz1o_aqwNSI3JWK6FgJSd7-LbubsxkspewqHBFFEbt8V4YYFiEhTZugFPx-JkJmMbuYEnBMrzEHm0r7xJxgqVuszaGNjpjK_W7qGk5zVu91f8qp2lhcJgpEIrBaC9ZjokQ97sXB8LE79bAhk1Zv21nXhLQC0e_hx-UeucM6NA/s320/Bobbi_Smith_headshot_hirez.jpg" /></a></div>After working as a department manager for Famous-Barr, and briefly as a clerk at a bookstore, Bobbi Smith gave up on career security and began writing. She sold her first book to Zebra in 1982. Since then, Bobbi has written over 40 books and several short stories. To date, there are more than five million of her novels in print. She has been awarded the prestigious Romantic Times Storyteller of the Year Award and two Career Achievement Awards. Her books have appeared on numerous bestseller lists. When she's not working on her novels, she is frequently a guest speaker for writer's groups. Bobbi is mother of two sons and resides in St. Charles, Missouri with her husband and three dogs.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-34216585311109041432024-01-24T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-24T00:30:00.136-05:00Blurb Blitz - Return to Lerici by Rachel Dacus<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT83FrWH0Kr1jfZg4PXWPPqhr4_KuGJMiQ_WrxlMacwW1Vnoodqp-AH0FuLa0YaimfBw2ZBZtLUhKsmEuMyoPHkM3-CFbVpLMkk80lkrIuPqHkx0PeFqe7wE4MwLxS28QyiROFEYoX0SKeBCRZ303a4LtHQEBsrBcw6qfEXp8UULl6txZ4gpZ7zmLmJ1E/s1195/TourBanner_Return%20to%20Lerici.gif" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT83FrWH0Kr1jfZg4PXWPPqhr4_KuGJMiQ_WrxlMacwW1Vnoodqp-AH0FuLa0YaimfBw2ZBZtLUhKsmEuMyoPHkM3-CFbVpLMkk80lkrIuPqHkx0PeFqe7wE4MwLxS28QyiROFEYoX0SKeBCRZ303a4LtHQEBsrBcw6qfEXp8UULl6txZ4gpZ7zmLmJ1E/s400/TourBanner_Return%20to%20Lerici.gif" width="400" /></a></div><p> </p><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKuC9eWCzm-oTvCcNVNDtGq8Gh8571JBh4xYxflfQceioY2MeUA52b4P99PfraiRhxvKlTkaPaTl9mv9Ty_zpPA3QBQH-pO8n7S-nbOHlSpVprbrYtuqCrSv6skea5TwtCQlpahRydUUWVIf-kFnFl_3P7coTFDoXe_HdLIu_wnF43K60mYixU2iZNig/s2500/%28FRONT%20AND%20EBOOK%20COVER%29%20Return_Lerici_5.5x8.5_Front.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2500" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKuC9eWCzm-oTvCcNVNDtGq8Gh8571JBh4xYxflfQceioY2MeUA52b4P99PfraiRhxvKlTkaPaTl9mv9Ty_zpPA3QBQH-pO8n7S-nbOHlSpVprbrYtuqCrSv6skea5TwtCQlpahRydUUWVIf-kFnFl_3P7coTFDoXe_HdLIu_wnF43K60mYixU2iZNig/s320/%28FRONT%20AND%20EBOOK%20COVER%29%20Return_Lerici_5.5x8.5_Front.jpg" /></a></div>A suspenseful, uplifting story of second chances, family bonds, and redemption. <br /><br />
Sisters Elinor and Saffron rarely see eye-to-eye, but they agree that an unknown half-brother appearing in their lives can only spell trouble. The Greene sisters want to support their ailing mother, Betsy, as they gather in their cottage in Lerici, Italy. But they don’t want Betsy to keep searching for Baby Boy, the only name they have on faded adoption papers.<br /><br />
While the Greenes debate, Baby Boy finds them. A rough childhood has led Daniel to a life as a thief. When he learns of his connection to the wealthy Greenes, he decides to scam them. He goes to Italy and using a fake identity observes them at close range. Watching these people makes him ache for what he never had—a loving family.<br /><br />
Betsy is touched by the young man’s story and guesses their hidden connection. Discovering his true identity, she asks the family to help him. But Daniel’s shady past is catching up and putting the Greenes at risk. Should they bring their lost lamb into the fold—and can he claim his heritage if it endangers his family?</blockquote><br /><br />
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Robert sang a few words. “How about this?” <br /><br />
“I don’t know it, but it sounds good.” <br /><br />
“It’s my own. I wrote it.” <br /><br />
He began to strum, accompanying his soft voice, and Betsy had another jolt of recognition. It was the voice. There was so much of a similarity in the timbre that it made her ache. She wondered what Elinor would think if she came in while he was singing and heard Nathan’s singing voice coming out of this young man. <br /><br />
The song soothed her every aching muscle and bone. It did her body good and her nerves too. Like a fond memory, it wrapped her in the sensation that life was good and harmonious, that there was honey in every breeze and heaven just around the corner. He had a gift, this fellow. He definitely had talent. So how had he wound up tinkering with plumbing in Lerici? Maybe her intuition was true, and he had come for them. <br /><br />
Betsy lay back as he sang, her arm across her eyes, and thought of days past when musicians sang just for her, and she went home with one of them. Days long before Nathan and his stuffy circle of academics. The music was pulling her back to a time when she could relax and be herself, and her stuffy daughter didn’t criticize her every impulse and comment. She understood that Elinor felt criticized by her; what Elinor didn’t realize is that she’d adopted Betsy’s habit of sharp comments. And somewhere—God knew where—she’d picked up that skepticism that was going to burn her sweetheart down, if she didn’t marry the wonderful Tonio soon. <br /><br />
Robert strummed a last chord, his voice fading into the silence. <br /><br />
She sat up and looked at him. They stared at each other for a moment. <br /><br />
“You remind me of someone,” she murmured. “My ex-husband, Nathan.” <br /><br />
Why didn’t Robert look surprised? <br /><br />
<b>About the Author</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVsggv4HxfW3c1aA4D07N7nsPFOInbmiQC0TzK4GejyVVN-QCavRAEDI_hjR0GyKLRcpETnMely8z-pn4Yyjd9WKsn849Qa0gHdIwi2SL-Rc5WS3Tal8SfjkQfh3a1JiEN7pRR5ZOxhTCQla-Wiq-Px1cIoOtHxAfSoSCS5Dkz1coiP7CJclNRrTUKwY/s640/author%20image.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVsggv4HxfW3c1aA4D07N7nsPFOInbmiQC0TzK4GejyVVN-QCavRAEDI_hjR0GyKLRcpETnMely8z-pn4Yyjd9WKsn849Qa0gHdIwi2SL-Rc5WS3Tal8SfjkQfh3a1JiEN7pRR5ZOxhTCQla-Wiq-Px1cIoOtHxAfSoSCS5Dkz1coiP7CJclNRrTUKwY/s320/author%20image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Rachel Dacus is the author of six novels, four time travel books in the Timegathering Series and two books of women’s fiction. She has also published four poetry collections. Rachel’s work has appeared widely in print and online, in journal that include Boulevard, Gargoyle, and Prairie Schooner. Her poetry is in the anthologies Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California and Radiant DisUnities: Real Ghazals in English. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. <br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneNvAgyhKjfPQF14r9LOFZQfh8MTHsZHDnHev1ouDT-gt81cBNjQWuzTkhR_BgvpCVkmoZcXkHH2GZWzBBiyM-OAHc2aTtL9L3TSXiLPAzVEN9Nf7YF3ZlkS_AOlM-0LkCoGGDp9CKwjLJBySgOlM04JHLqMlSbYgeA8Fuv2zEWWWmJOQVox93ZbiLhg/s2700/BookCover_Cerys%20Valkyrie%20Earth.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneNvAgyhKjfPQF14r9LOFZQfh8MTHsZHDnHev1ouDT-gt81cBNjQWuzTkhR_BgvpCVkmoZcXkHH2GZWzBBiyM-OAHc2aTtL9L3TSXiLPAzVEN9Nf7YF3ZlkS_AOlM-0LkCoGGDp9CKwjLJBySgOlM04JHLqMlSbYgeA8Fuv2zEWWWmJOQVox93ZbiLhg/s320/BookCover_Cerys%20Valkyrie%20Earth.jpg" /></a></div>In a world where perfection is demanded of its citizens, one imperfect woman may be the only person who can save humanity.<br /><br />
One thousand years in the future, humans have developed the ability to alter their genes to create a perfect version of themselves, but not all are so fortunate. Cerys Skye is a Wild Type, genetically unaltered and forced to live in the Refuge—a place for Wild Types and the unlucky citizens whose genetic modifications society has deemed as imperfect.<br /><br />
All the fiery tempered young woman knows is how to fight. Using her wits and skills, Cerys must compete in brutal prize fights if she is to bring food to the table for her younger sister. But, she is always aware that the next fight could her last—she must find a way out of this life.<br /><br />
Leaving behind all that she knows, the last place the tempestuous Cerys expects to find herself is joining the United Planet's Space Force Academy, where she battles prejudice and intolerance in a world run by genetically modified humans.<br /><br />
As the new recruit discovers, not all is as it seems at the Academy with a shadowy cyber-evil seeking to threaten humanity. But, when loyalties are tested and the stakes are high, can Cerys rely on newfound allies and her unshakeable courage to stop the impending catastrophe?<br /><br />
Contains mature themes.</blockquote><br /><br />
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Cerys shifted her jetpac speed to cruise and the hum of thrusters died away, leaving only whistling wind. Her titanium fight boots, and one hundred meters of searing air hung between her and death. <br /><br />
She floated above the Goliath. Her mouth was as dry as sun-scorched wind. Below, tiny people seethed around the edges of the stadium’s arena like leeches, blood-hungry and thirsting for the show to start. As she drifted lower, the Valkyries, all golden tresses and gleaming breastplates, twirled and swooped, a heavenly distraction. She flicked a salute. Gerry and Hilde swept their swords in flashing arcs. Their jetpacs accelerated beneath the holograms of arched wings as they glided into position.<br /><br />
“On me,” Cerys shouted, hitting the drop signal. She dived for the arena. Wind ripped past her, and adrenaline surged in her blood. She shot through images of exploding stars and the crowd turned to the sky like a bristling savage beast. Its roar pounded her like a fist.<br /><br />
Valkyrie. Valkyrie. Valkyrie.<br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> Merrin Slade is a science fiction writer who transports readers to alternate futures and faraway universes. <br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-19273392441338614082024-01-19T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-19T00:30:00.135-05:00Fashionista's Playbook by Candi Scott<p> </p><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-blast-fashionestas-playback-by.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBdBFOvzX93flBEDIljkOtuCw7KXf2Mp8cKPDI_hLnfErx18Lw9MAHhlQkAAeihE314j1OmkKJU-kR4R1bxUMhP-6HfhA5qWTCV3xIJotj3M2huLfV0t5-_B5W-efX1QQnGf4uMU1bNmMnKgAaEO2zN1H3L27qpdqMTeqqo-1IczaYkxPFaVMmAyzrVA/s400/TourBanner_Fashionista%27s%20Playbook.gif" width="400" /></a><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80lhlhyphenhyphenhtJhVjB-yc4zgCxT3HJ62YlLI11NIm1ANBvD6uh4hx2W99Wd6i9wpBB9KYUe8OF1k7iKx8-A0vCmK0mRtb_0Ld7i-D2wJVZIalrMLnpwl1j_vhAdH9qGng78pKmItvC8Ve0qqJ0D-uJMB9jrQ3LazRF4Q5qlsA4RKVFkBkbRX8vGQ0SrHBe9M/s2400/BookCover_Fashionista%27s%20Playbook%20eBook%20%281%29.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1497" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80lhlhyphenhyphenhtJhVjB-yc4zgCxT3HJ62YlLI11NIm1ANBvD6uh4hx2W99Wd6i9wpBB9KYUe8OF1k7iKx8-A0vCmK0mRtb_0Ld7i-D2wJVZIalrMLnpwl1j_vhAdH9qGng78pKmItvC8Ve0qqJ0D-uJMB9jrQ3LazRF4Q5qlsA4RKVFkBkbRX8vGQ0SrHBe9M/s320/BookCover_Fashionista%27s%20Playbook%20eBook%20%281%29.jpg" /></a></div>The door to the New York fashion world shut firmly in her face, Moriah Stanhope’s only option seems to be to return to her small-town home as a failure. At least, she would go home in disgrace, but her car was just repossessed. In front of the hottest guy she’s ever seen. <br /><br />
Travis Madera is supposed to hire an assistant. One with qualifications and experience. Someone who won’t be starstruck by the fact he’s a professional football player. But he never could resist a damsel in distress, especially one with all those curves.<br /><br />
Moriah’s been humiliated in front of guys like Travis before. But as his assistant, she has access to every moment of his day-to-day life, so surely she can stay ahead of any potential problems.
<br /><br />
Until the past comes rushing into the present.</blockquote> <br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br />
“You’re kidding, right?” I sat straight on the leather sofa and gaped at Moriah. <br /><br />
She was grinning, a big cheesing smile that would have turned me on had what she was telling me not been so ridiculous. “Indeed not.” <br /><br />
Damn it. She wasn’t supposed to find humor in my misery. <br /><br />
“I thought you were Team Madera.” I scowled. There was no way this was happening to me. A large chunk of my masculine pride rebelled, and I recoiled as she stepped closer. <br /><br />
Moriah’s giggle was vibrant, rich, and made my groin twitch. <br /><br />
“I am, Travis. But the production company will pay more money if you wear the Speedo—plus, your female fans will be thoroughly impressed.” She pinched each end of a tiny, bright red men’s bikini, stretched it out, and wiggled from side to side with it. <br /><br />
She was taunting me. And despite my horror, I liked it. <br /><br />
Everything stopped, and I fixated on her face. Those flirty lips were plump, ripe. As were other parts of her, I was betting. Things I shouldn’t think about, especially not now and not about her. <br /><br />
She was better than that. <br /><br />
I shouldn’t have hired such a sexy assistant. I’d have been better off with a doting grandma type. A maternal old lady that folded clothes. Definitely not a woman I’d fantasize about wearing one of my jerseys and nothing else. <br /><br />
“Being objectified for cash feels wrong.” <br /><br />
The disdain that dripped from her sizzled all around us. “And yet men have been doing it to women for decades.” <br /><br />
“Fair point. But I’m an athlete, not a model. Hell, I’m covered in ink—not exactly Speedo material there.” I leaned back on the couch. Arguing with her was fun, even if I was going to lose. I’d film for Shark Week, if nothing more than to out-Speedo Gronkowski. <br /><br />
Moriah snorted. “I think the ink is part of the appeal. Women love it—nothing screams bad boy like tattoos.” <br /><br />
She turned away, but not before something like to embarrassment flashed in her eyes and darkened her cheeks. <br /><br />
God, I wanted to make her blush like that when she was naked under me. “You like inked up guys, Mariposa?’ I sure the hell hoped so. <br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3O7lSks5HoPr0uI4bJK-cu5ZF2dGa1sozMfz8m8HYFlVVIw4VKKpiusR9KXt_wd9eyaFc091A2F20anQUCIQShdEochzDjna6r8QoEQSxyYh4fgDLmbjB3-nVYIff8oz_46z25VuZHBcaNklYJB6oDOC1uOuotL2iswq4hhAora5TWm1FTvGco0vVYXk/s3000/author%20image.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="3000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3O7lSks5HoPr0uI4bJK-cu5ZF2dGa1sozMfz8m8HYFlVVIw4VKKpiusR9KXt_wd9eyaFc091A2F20anQUCIQShdEochzDjna6r8QoEQSxyYh4fgDLmbjB3-nVYIff8oz_46z25VuZHBcaNklYJB6oDOC1uOuotL2iswq4hhAora5TWm1FTvGco0vVYXk/s320/author%20image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Candi Scott is the spicy contemporary pen name for award winning author of Two Hearts, One Stone and the Arkadia Fast Series, Leslie Scott. She has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. The happier the ending, the better. Currently, she lives and writes amidst her own happily ever after with her soul mate, son, and domestic zoo.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amazon Buy Link: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Fashionistas-Playbook-Jersey-Chasers-1-ebook/dp/B0CQT8VMZJ">https://www.amazon.com/Fashionistas-Playbook-Jersey-Chasers-1-ebook/dp/B0CQT8VMZJ</a></div><div><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-50446635161052676682024-01-18T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-18T00:30:00.433-05:00Book Blast - Nerd Meets Curvy by AC James<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-blast-nerd-meets-curvy-by-ac-james.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TvdOJIMGFVKqVukh-_0T4LRVD6kapW_Gf-EvaYbYai4kmssiD7l0LpEPwpckP5iKOlESvAJOsyMX0YXMGnQWjCJjV3QYAD80DhzsUe5mPEHg3Cc5hz6uGG3q9a6QxWRz_SU97_C_TKpx8nqpJzBRqytBA_e-MNnDUVbxOvEBXOooMkVGD6QNtJh78UE/s400/TourBanner_Nerd%20Meets%20Curvy.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u7VYPevSjLxcIG5D8IilAiTPUqwIwjRxgXguHhyphenhyphen0tEkWJDOJaJuCgVdus8P-x8Dfmv3jthVvHuEs8txzU9CI1coJiIxDDAhF0H7b4ib1qgwJ8TZhZxy64vBJVJG68ZIqxanQ8BkJydt-dJoWYCNZ2nZVcKG8fXTzHtV08bnMoqIihbvDMiVcRFOogBU/s1038/BookCover_Nerd-Meets-Curvy.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="632" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u7VYPevSjLxcIG5D8IilAiTPUqwIwjRxgXguHhyphenhyphen0tEkWJDOJaJuCgVdus8P-x8Dfmv3jthVvHuEs8txzU9CI1coJiIxDDAhF0H7b4ib1qgwJ8TZhZxy64vBJVJG68ZIqxanQ8BkJydt-dJoWYCNZ2nZVcKG8fXTzHtV08bnMoqIihbvDMiVcRFOogBU/s320/BookCover_Nerd-Meets-Curvy.jpg" /></a></div>Coralie dreads starting over, but Mystic River beckons her home like a siren's call. Armed with determination and a toolkit full of DIY magic, Coralie sets out to revive her grandmother's worn-down house. If anyone can breathe new life into the old walls, it's her. And with lifelong friendships awaiting her, she has a support system as sturdy as a bear shifter's embrace. <br /><br />
Little does she know that her homecoming will launch her into the wildest roller coaster ride of midlife dating and a mating bond that makes her head spin faster than a tornado. Coralie certainly hadn't signed up for this level of excitement, but here she was, courtesy of the enigmatic mastermind herself, Mrs. Wilde. The queen of matchmaking and the architect of the notorious Peculiar Hearts Dating Agency promises Coralie a spicy rebound for her upcoming high school reunion.<br /><br />
Enter Jax, a scorching hot bear shifter haunted by a love that's gripped him since high school. Just when he finally has a shot at settling down, a pesky ex-harpy swoops in, flapping her wings and causing more drama than a forest full of squawking birds. Tired of the chaos, this bear is ready to throw in the towel and hibernate for good!<br /><br />
But as they say, fate has a wicked sense of humor.<br /><br />
Beneath the surface of his chance to make things right and rewrite history are secrets that could detonate like a ticking time bomb, threatening to shatter their fragile bond. Coralie holds a haunting secret buried deep within her heart. It shapes the choices that molded her into the fierce, curvy woman she is today. As for Jax, his past is a murky labyrinth of pain and darkness. Lives and love swing on a high-stakes pendulum as danger closes in.<br /><br />
Can Coralie and Jax beat the odds, untangle the mystery of the danger stalking them, and build a future that defies the limits of their pasts?</blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br />
Coralie doubted her decision to visit Mrs. Wilde, the matchmaker with an enigmatic reputation. It felt like a leap of faith that teetered on the edge of being a colossal mistake. She had confided in Jessie, expressing her reservations about the whole mess. But she had stood at Eleanora’s door, unable to turn back. After all, Jessie had driven her here. It would be incredibly rude to stand up the sprightly matchmaker after her friend had made the appointment and likely bartered something with Mrs. Wilde. Coralie couldn’t help but wonder what kind of deal Jessie had struck. <br /><br />
Coralie inhaled, steeling herself as she met Eleanora’s piercing gaze. There was a glimmer of hope, so faint it was almost imperceptible. “Honestly, I don’t know anymore.” <br /><br />
“Your sex life may be nonexistent, but deep down, do you want it to be?” Eleanora asked, cutting right to the chase. <br /><br />
Coralie took a moment to ponder the question, considering the possibilities. Jessie’s persistent nudging had pushed her to this moment, and perhaps it was time to let go of the past. She had grown comfortable in her skin, embracing her curves, plus-size hourglass figure, and innate sensuality. The hurtful words of her ex still lingered, but she refused to let them define her. She didn’t want to resign to a life of spinsterhood and missed opportunities. <br /><br />
She licked her lips, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach. Wasn’t it time for her to indulge in some fun and pleasure? Besides, she had a looming high-school reunion on the horizon, and she needed a date who could turn heads. <br /><br />
“I may not be ready for a serious commitment at the moment, but I think I could handle some no-strings-attached fun,” Coralie confessed, her voice taking on a husky tone. “And I definitely need a date for my reunion.” <br /><br />
Eleanora pursed her lips, assessing Coralie with a shrewdness that made her squirm. “Is that all you want, my dear? A shifter with the perfect balance of charm and wildness? Are you absolutely certain that’s all you’re looking for?” <br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZepSo3YECOqYM_rYHMOgagja2tfQHZACoQHRtw7550B7Z9OcKmxqQKeAAaqDxWSUlsYq-o4DC4dDDRB43kBKy4qV_Z-2qbajHlfuUIxpVLTa27Thrv6M4N5UoEYF2gM-6JOxEM3u5QoZqmcY5H-aNjY5kpd84iD1toZxZDPPvgY10gSwJq78vb-LwbE/s912/AC%20James%20Headshot.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="698" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZepSo3YECOqYM_rYHMOgagja2tfQHZACoQHRtw7550B7Z9OcKmxqQKeAAaqDxWSUlsYq-o4DC4dDDRB43kBKy4qV_Z-2qbajHlfuUIxpVLTa27Thrv6M4N5UoEYF2gM-6JOxEM3u5QoZqmcY5H-aNjY5kpd84iD1toZxZDPPvgY10gSwJq78vb-LwbE/s320/AC%20James%20Headshot.jpg" /></a></div>New York Times and USA Today bestselling author A.C. James writes paranormal romance and erotica, including Eternal Ever After (rebranded as Eternal Lover), featured in the bestselling Spice Box anthology. Her Ever Dark Immortals Series, which begins with Eternal Lover, has been described as “brimming with sensuality” and “romantic and sizzling hot.” The Isle of the Horse Shifters series starts with Ride: Awakening and is “lighthearted,” that is a “joy ride from beginning to end.”<br /><br />
She resides in the Philadelphia suburbs with her adoring husband Ron (aka Mr. A.C. James), who loves her imaginative yarns and punny sense of humor. She’s also a domestic violence advocate and discusses intimate partner violence and addiction to raise awareness on social media and through her writing. Many of her books include themes like alcoholism or addiction. If you love books that feature underdogs and redemption, her stories will capture your heart.<br /><br />
She spends most of her time drinking large vats of coffee while wrangling kids by day and writing by night. Recovering video game beta tester and tech geek who grew up going to cons and watching SmackDown. There’s probably some cosplay pictures around somewhere of her dressed up as Bloodberry from Saber Marionette J. Just don’t tell anyone.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-577960741783308822024-01-16T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-16T00:30:00.143-05:00VBT - The Ghost of Shantel Thompson by Curtis Maynard<p>It's a tour and you'll want to stick around for the interview. Yes, there's an interview! Plus, there are prizes to be won. Like? One randomly drawn winner will receive a $25 Amazon/BN GC and one randomly drawn host will receive a $25 Amazon/BN GC. How cool is that? Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour. You can do that here: <a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/12/full-service-tour-ghost-of-shantel.html">https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/12/full-service-tour-ghost-of-shantel.html </a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: underline;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhe2a25tETrWR7dPv3M4COwONW25lXkmyQGnGbJ2KIF3L9JQYa9Rdupz16exfrm-MwbyzBOOt2SkWDEHqtJlZZjM0vqaFWuF8vsa1iR8FIsbLUCQWwuMLFswnUgx5BTK225nDf1C99pQEe7OjCra4fpBaaE_0UriE3juTlxNvJH4zOFBjgbORfwphyphenhyphenpBM/s1200/TourBanner_The%20Ghost%20of%20Shantel%20Thompson.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhe2a25tETrWR7dPv3M4COwONW25lXkmyQGnGbJ2KIF3L9JQYa9Rdupz16exfrm-MwbyzBOOt2SkWDEHqtJlZZjM0vqaFWuF8vsa1iR8FIsbLUCQWwuMLFswnUgx5BTK225nDf1C99pQEe7OjCra4fpBaaE_0UriE3juTlxNvJH4zOFBjgbORfwphyphenhyphenpBM/s320/TourBanner_The%20Ghost%20of%20Shantel%20Thompson.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 18pt;">THE GHOST OF SHANTEL THOMPSON<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p>
</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">by Curtis Maynard</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmPOd96jO1_GnD1LgOOBZFIUItg-koDVm1-H6KuVxxIg3prCaxe7Ilm0SpMkH84qnGC4DnSSgaliS1XozwWMC1Z0Z209KUMp769EaIvXL2RZ7RaqOwUYZc33mzNTb5Va3VKqFYcMTmu0r7qscAnhADPWL7fxso_LE51PE9b0IPD4ELNeHMLz5I_X4DhFu/s1890/BookCover_The%20Ghost%20of%20Shantel%20Thompson.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1890" data-original-width="1260" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmPOd96jO1_GnD1LgOOBZFIUItg-koDVm1-H6KuVxxIg3prCaxe7Ilm0SpMkH84qnGC4DnSSgaliS1XozwWMC1Z0Z209KUMp769EaIvXL2RZ7RaqOwUYZc33mzNTb5Va3VKqFYcMTmu0r7qscAnhADPWL7fxso_LE51PE9b0IPD4ELNeHMLz5I_X4DhFu/s320/BookCover_The%20Ghost%20of%20Shantel%20Thompson.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">When
the Riggs family in Mobile, Alabama, faced the mysterious death of their
adoptive daughter Shantel Thompson, they never imagined her ghost would linger
for decades…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">In
Curtis Maynard's heart-stopping paranormal thriller, 'The Ghost of Shantel
Thompson,' a new family, fifty years later, grapples with a haunting legacy
where the line between life and death is hauntingly thin.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Just
as they begin to settle into their new life, their own young daughter is
gripped by chilling visions of Shantel. It's not just fleeting shadows—she's
entangled in a vengeful spirit's relentless quest for justice, a quest that
spans generations.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">As
whispers from the grave reveal long-hidden secrets, this new family faces a
terrifying truth: some ghosts refuse to be silenced. Now, they must confront
the mystery of Shantel's death before her ghostly agenda consumes them all.</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Dare
to uncover the truth? 'The Ghost of Shantel Thompson' awaits to send shivers
down your spine!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">~~~~~</span></p><p><b>Now for an EXCERPT:</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Reacting swiftly, Damian lunged out of bed and rushed to
Sarah's side, using his body as a shield between Alicia and her mother.
"Alicia? Alicia?" he repeated, his voice desperate, hoping to break
the hold of whatever trance had possessed her.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alicia blinked, her eyes refocusing as she met her father's
gaze. "Dad?" Her voice was calm, confusion evident in her tone. She
glanced down at the knife in her hand. "What happened?"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"That's what we want to know," Damian replied, his
voice filled with concern. "Your mother woke up and saw you standing over
her with a knife."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alicia's gaze shifted to Sarah, who sat trembling on the
bed. "I don't remember coming in here. I don't know where I got the knife
from." She looked back at her father. "I must've been sleepwalking
again."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">"What's the last thing you remember?" Damian
asked, a trace of suspicion in his voice.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alicia's mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation.
She couldn't afford to be caught in the act of sneaking into their room.
"I... I remember a nightmare. Yes, that's what it was. I was sleeping, and
I had a nightmare. I didn't know what was going on. And the next thing I know,
you're shaking me awake."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Relieved by Alicia's explanation, Damian gently took the
knife from her hand. "Let me just take this from you," he said, his
tone soothing. "And let's get you back into bed."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: center;"><b>Now for An Interview with the Author:</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>What are
your favorite TV shows?</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> Big Brother and Survivor<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">What is your
favorite meal?</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> I am very fond of Mexican cuisine.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">If you were
to write a series of novels, what would it be about?</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> I think it would entail a paranormal
mystery where each episode (book) would draw the audience closer to the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Is there a
writer you idolize?</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">If so who?</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> I idolize writers who release books.
If an author finishes a book, they have told a story. Congrats to them!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">How did you
come up for the title of this book?</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> By visualizing it as a movie.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-align: center;">
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="text-align: center;">About the Author: </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gxarcerBVBmqdNRfZNfqIoEdwXRW3r9G-SI4oWi853pmbxmdOg_7jPGfCLteULYq6hvDpNzappq_Njvl9Z9ZOBqHpu5aFkZ2pk2vlUYTxtj1wUrPwF2LHs5hLHkZ76i6RSfI-7Kg1ZAvBLusKZuWm-DNhsY_X1AgrAsDwDBYEpRKFJyvy_Yf9GQ8CGno/s599/author%20image.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="399" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gxarcerBVBmqdNRfZNfqIoEdwXRW3r9G-SI4oWi853pmbxmdOg_7jPGfCLteULYq6hvDpNzappq_Njvl9Z9ZOBqHpu5aFkZ2pk2vlUYTxtj1wUrPwF2LHs5hLHkZ76i6RSfI-7Kg1ZAvBLusKZuWm-DNhsY_X1AgrAsDwDBYEpRKFJyvy_Yf9GQ8CGno/s320/author%20image.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Curtis Maynard is an independent filmmaker, screenwriter, and
author passionate about suspenseful storytelling. Enthralled by the paranormal,
his mysteries and thrillers feature everything from hauntings and visions to
cryptic messages from beyond the grave. Curtis currently resides with his wife
and son in Alabama, a setting rich with inspiration for his novels and short
films. He hopes his stories will leave you spellbound, disquieted, and
suspicious of the slightest shuddering shadow. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Amazon Author Page: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Curtis-Maynard/author/B07PQ88PSZ" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">https://www.amazon.com/stores/Curtis-Maynard/author/B07PQ88PSZ</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><a href="https://twitter.com/CurtisMaynard12" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">https://twitter.com/CurtisMaynard12</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@maynardproductions">https://www.tiktok.com/@maynardproductions</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/curtis.maynard.5076">https://www.facebook.com/curtis.maynard.5076</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/maynardpr">https://www.facebook.com/maynardpr</a>
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjrgWoqlBifI2wFNilytkG2dLOkbpb9sxyfYVFrivMNuiXWhyphenhyphenvOdHuUAx5VKhKSYD_ALnqYo_GtuYzIizlb9Gn3cauoSsqOU1ZK-wcvzwXBslNT0KdRsUOslsPkgea7rzDlZrMdjVRcJj0X0ZPtw7Pi5r9hbeIgCG4c6OBjzF5SK_OUOIJ3ZC03KmsDI/s2700/BookCover_Poetry%20from%20My%20Heart.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjrgWoqlBifI2wFNilytkG2dLOkbpb9sxyfYVFrivMNuiXWhyphenhyphenvOdHuUAx5VKhKSYD_ALnqYo_GtuYzIizlb9Gn3cauoSsqOU1ZK-wcvzwXBslNT0KdRsUOslsPkgea7rzDlZrMdjVRcJj0X0ZPtw7Pi5r9hbeIgCG4c6OBjzF5SK_OUOIJ3ZC03KmsDI/s320/BookCover_Poetry%20from%20My%20Heart.jpg" /></a></div> "Poetry: writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm."<br /><br />
"Poetry: a literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm."<br /><br />
Poetry means different things to different people. For me, it is all about feelings. If it captures the emotions of the reader, a poem will resonate and fill the soul. It can mean everything to one person and not much at all to another. The mood of the reader, and no one else, determines the outcome.<br /><br />
For example, love poems are wonderful when you are in love, and their passion is amazing. If you are facing adversity, however, love poems likely will just annoy you.<br /><br />
In this second book, Poetry from my Heart: The Journey Continues, I have again divided the poems into categories which will fit your mood no matter what you are experiencing at the time you choose to explore them. There should be something for everyone, whether you are in love, out of love, hurt, lonely, angry, abandoned, or facing other challenges in your life.<br /><br />
Poetry has a healing power that nurtures the soul and quietens the mind and so I hope that whatever your situation is in life, you have found something here that helped you safely on your own journey.</blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweXl1C3aRoL3mnDnADuusoUbVzR67bOBEVIu1OUp7x3OHsDgWi6cynuYdjrbCU5dezFqTgttYk8UhJFeLkAy2egjuojXE4epD5Fh_YMgnVk4uS2D1l3Ulsi6_UhfT8RhhHpjs_PxQic5vdk5-_NGA1nMbFrIqj7v_nakwsHg1DUVVYqv0aAEmlU9Kw9A/s2400/Image%2065.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweXl1C3aRoL3mnDnADuusoUbVzR67bOBEVIu1OUp7x3OHsDgWi6cynuYdjrbCU5dezFqTgttYk8UhJFeLkAy2egjuojXE4epD5Fh_YMgnVk4uS2D1l3Ulsi6_UhfT8RhhHpjs_PxQic5vdk5-_NGA1nMbFrIqj7v_nakwsHg1DUVVYqv0aAEmlU9Kw9A/s320/Image%2065.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Silent sentinels <div>We're rocky Sentinels in the trees<br /><br>
With mossy heads and jagged knees<br />
We've stood here silently for years<br />
We feel no stress we have no fears <br /><br />
A thousand years or more we've stood<br />
Deep within our woodland world<br />
Our greenly forest neighbourhood <br />
With silent meaning still unfurled<br /><br />
With heads of moss and cobweb beards <br />
We look so strong and brave<br />
We have no needs, we know no fears<br />
This forest home is all we crave<br /><br />
We proudly lay beneath the trees<br />
Our walls are hard we feel no pain<br />
We're Stoney Sentinels on our knees<br />
We guard our world of wind and rain<br /><br />
We have no roots we have no heart<br />
We're solid in the ground <br />
We're stony stoic works of art<br />
We're lurking here without a sound<br /><br />
When next you walk our forest floor<br />
Remember not to make a sound<br />
We’ll stare at you but won’t say more<br />
Just Silent Sentinels in the ground<br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrkHaBAJo4n3i9eNti1RMU9RQqO_3f58SxtR7E28maJdmUQGg3868scD3CGkH9eM10qYdor0H5uscsQ_BYYe0hL-n32-D09wCCf65NjRY96rXkkmT_xeLi9pSadcxmJBfOGB0F99VDkfhlSIr9b9q5gDDaZD9Iom-7rWNwmO8aCINDs_FBalUviFwtJA/s889/Author%20Image.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="889" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrkHaBAJo4n3i9eNti1RMU9RQqO_3f58SxtR7E28maJdmUQGg3868scD3CGkH9eM10qYdor0H5uscsQ_BYYe0hL-n32-D09wCCf65NjRY96rXkkmT_xeLi9pSadcxmJBfOGB0F99VDkfhlSIr9b9q5gDDaZD9Iom-7rWNwmO8aCINDs_FBalUviFwtJA/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Paul Guerin is an Irishman. He was born in September 1946 in Castletownroche, a small townland village in County Cork, Eire.
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It was there in Castletownroche that his romantic imagination was sparked as he came to love and appreciate the magic of his surroundings. Those early experiences were the genesis of his poetry that emerged in later life.<br /><br />
As a young adult, Paul lived in London, England, where he became a chartered accountant.<br /><br />
At age 25, restless for adventure, Paul moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, where he still resides today.<br /><br />
Paul is happily married and is a proud father and grandfather.<br /><br />
Paul writes poetry as the inspiration comes to him. As long as his mind, body and soul are willing companions and his spark of inspiration remains alive, he will continue to write.<br /><br />
This book is Paul's second publication in his Willing Heart series. His first book was published in the Spring of 2022 and is called Poetry from My Heart: A Journey through Feelings. The book reached #1 on Amazon’s Kindle chart in British Poetry and #2 in Poetry Anthologies November 2023.<br /><br />
For more information visit <a href="http://www.paulguerinpoems.com">http://www.paulguerinpoems.com</a><br />
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">by </span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">E.B. Brooks<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Two
Worlds. One Future.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ewan
O’Meara is no stranger to death: in recent months, he’s found his way to limbo
at least once per week, much to his parents’ concern. It’s a necessary price
for getting experience to become the greatest adventurer his homeland of
Veridor has ever known, but the overbearing Veridian Church has him pinned
down, soaking him for the penance gold to unlock his stats each time he
respawns. And because the Church’s ancient war put an end to both the godlike
Gems and the epic quests they once bestowed, Ewan has no better alternative.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> T</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">hat
is, until he encounters a young woman fleeing arrest from the Church’s
soldiers. At first glance, Treanna Rothchild needs it: she’s clueless about
Veridian life. But she has other skills that defy Ewan’s understanding, and she
knows things. Unsettling, seditious things the Church wants kept secret at any
cost.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And
she’s in Veridor to raise an army, to fight an enemy only she can see.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Risking
both life and soul, Ewan follows Treanna where no Veridian has ever been and
there is no respawning. But for him to have a chance at making a real
difference in the strange, harsh world she reveals to him, he must first come to
terms with it. Especially as he and Treanna discover how much it has in common
with Veridor—and how much they depend on each other to survive.</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">New-adult
science fiction, wrapped in gaming and fantasy around a hopepunk core, Emissary
is an immersive, thought-provoking adventure with a little teen romance and a
lot of heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASU7wRuMhkeK_PZQL1aBCnzQzZu_K3EmaLS1hob8ZnrErqsNtKidfa1sTkTAD_S80lfJiXya9DGCh46X90ZCnGmuYf4l3wNWJ11TXgoBySNA_8-3v_oGZzYZR0kNwzTB5ZhbSNOa1lQl9YiWixGXRTVNgcPq_c2o8thrSzyB-s225bhJJtfEMLRAVCN3g/s1280/BookCover_Emissary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASU7wRuMhkeK_PZQL1aBCnzQzZu_K3EmaLS1hob8ZnrErqsNtKidfa1sTkTAD_S80lfJiXya9DGCh46X90ZCnGmuYf4l3wNWJ11TXgoBySNA_8-3v_oGZzYZR0kNwzTB5ZhbSNOa1lQl9YiWixGXRTVNgcPq_c2o8thrSzyB-s225bhJJtfEMLRAVCN3g/s320/BookCover_Emissary.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b>Now for An Excerpt: </b><br /><br />Ewan didn’t know why he did it. He had plenty of reasons. He was angry about getting censured, annoyed with Paul’s warning to keep his head down, and embarrassed by how quickly he’d ignored it. No one took him seriously as an adventurer, much less understood when he asked the big questions. <br /><br />But, more than anything, looking into those eyes, he simply knew this girl was in trouble, and that he wanted to help her. <br /><br />She flew past as time resumed its normal flow; Ewan shouted and leaped in front of the Swords to draw their aggro. He called up his menu, winced when he remembered he’d given Kate his armor, then equipped his blades anyway. <br /><br />An ominous tone sounded in his mind, and a warning flashed across his vision that he now had a bounty, along with a reminder that only Swords were permitted to equip weapons in the cathedral. As if to prove the point, the soldiers slowed as they saw the blades flash into being on his back, but with grim smiles they equipped their own and changed targets. <br /><br />Ewan spared a quick glance behind him to see the girl vanish down the steps, then turned to face his opponents. <br /><br />The crowd was whispering excitedly now, but he focused on the Swords, quickly calling on his own basic aura-reading skills to scan them. They were stronger than him, and bigger too, but neither had bothered to bolster their defense beyond their armor, clearly seeing him as an easy mark. <br /><br />Time to see what agility’s all about, he thought with a nervous chuckle. <br /><br /><b><br />About the Author: </b><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3t4wSSOPAEQYNlJy7ev9d_RdT_LEUFAp2xDW_vVWp7MMMTcrUYiAaCghNCuLRnXNPtkd4QvlnQcrU82SIiMW4-COJZyP4OKhWh69p3OV0Qz8OYKLCCrDvHDHMez8oJ3udQ5evJx6G0OzsqZRSWo3-v9EVCV1s9D5bCENI_GH3qJ4iuK9lGOOBAubAB_xi/s1091/Author%20Image%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3t4wSSOPAEQYNlJy7ev9d_RdT_LEUFAp2xDW_vVWp7MMMTcrUYiAaCghNCuLRnXNPtkd4QvlnQcrU82SIiMW4-COJZyP4OKhWh69p3OV0Qz8OYKLCCrDvHDHMez8oJ3udQ5evJx6G0OzsqZRSWo3-v9EVCV1s9D5bCENI_GH3qJ4iuK9lGOOBAubAB_xi/s320/Author%20Image%20(1).jpg" width="235" /></a></div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">E.B. Brooks
lives in the southeastern USA, where he splits his time between writing,
research, and homesteading. He enjoys building fictional worlds, real houses,
and landscape models, but he’s most at home with his wife and children, and
their many, many pets.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Website:
http://ebbrooksfiction.com/<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Twitter:
@EBBrooksFiction<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG2vFKJoCSoJaP6qCECwPIA<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19919752.E_B_Brooks<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">The StoryGraph:
https://app.thestorygraph.com/authors/d82b9abb-6a6a-48a7-8563-a84689316df7<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Bookbub:
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/e-b-brooks-df6155fb-c7c4-4568-b612-ac5ae2eeb86b<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Buy Links
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-30143655869732390912024-01-08T00:30:00.001-05:002024-01-08T00:30:00.131-05:00Book Blast - The World Council by Norm Meech<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/12/book-blast-world-council-by-norm-meech.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZpMaDA_GXoQ-oElJYP6sEXA30yB39U7fOZZJNwWritWdNnK-cEdpxG6nX0A38KshHVVWCY09njNIxu1N9UdNOmyIQgySgLH_ppq6vouQJ8NGA3oacirjl6izNUR-4YgF_e0ObpYBnmIjcKGjV0vSlUy5FdBV1x9GaXLC11u5WjELkaL9fdW248oO4Eg/s400/TourBanner_The%20World%20Council.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yGgZmSSX8YH6LrF3064rFNHQopa34xQdwEl7a8QcBSVu7FUt0wawgdLqLUXb8jweDhzmMRZT8NZOzpFJA_loZIS1hQNqYY7bgROmMUdICO-nkjHjfsCKYBTNujrBOtJQgysXQqCuY8U3nPM-aniv4alBqjBoILdfgMVXPx7zuAu3s4yA_RX4YY0mcnk/s2700/Book%20Cover.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1739" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yGgZmSSX8YH6LrF3064rFNHQopa34xQdwEl7a8QcBSVu7FUt0wawgdLqLUXb8jweDhzmMRZT8NZOzpFJA_loZIS1hQNqYY7bgROmMUdICO-nkjHjfsCKYBTNujrBOtJQgysXQqCuY8U3nPM-aniv4alBqjBoILdfgMVXPx7zuAu3s4yA_RX4YY0mcnk/s320/Book%20Cover.jpg" /></a></div> Ricky Montgomery had just graduated high school in June 1976 and was enjoying life as an 18-year-old teenager. He was hired by the Dawson City Police Force, and after graduating from police college he was assigned to work as an undercover operative in a motorcycle gang.<br /><br />
Ricky, although happy, was struggling living his double life as a cop and biker. Then it happened: during a biker war, Ricky's life was saved by agents from the World Council (TWC). TWC was created by the world's leaders to prevent manmade disasters from happening and to liaise with aliens who have been monitoring mankind for hundreds of years. TWC's mandate, with the assistance of aliens, is to ensure mankind's continued existence.<br /><br />
TWC is a highly secretive organization, whose agents have the ability to travel through time, to change history, and to take lives to save lives. Ricky becomes a TWC agent and discovers that TWC's command staff is making unethical decisions, hiding secrets about aliens and trying to reduce the world's population through biological warfare. Ricky teams up with other agents and tries to save mankind and the world from disaster.</blockquote><br /><br />
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Just as I turned and looked outside, the van’s side door slid open and two masked men with guns opened fire. I yelled to everyone, to get down as I hit the floor. There were shards of broken glass and bullets flying everywhere. <br /><br />
Although the barrage of gunfire only lasted a few minutes, it seemed a lot longer, like time had slowed down. One of the Devils who was packing a gun was able to return fire and the van disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. I looked around and most of the people were starting to get up off the floor. All except for a couple. <br /><br />
Then I realized that Vicky was still on the ground and there was blood pooling beside her. My God, she had been shot! I yelled for someone to call an ambulance and to get me some towels. I got the towels and applied pressure to her midsection. I looked around for help but there wasn’t any. The other waitresses were helping one of the Devil’s members and another waitress who had also been shot. Hammer and the other guys took off knowing that the cops would be showing up soon. <br /><br />
Sure enough, in a matter of minutes ambulances and a ton of cops arrived at the bar. The ambulance attendants started working on Vicky and the cops pushed me off to the side, telling me to stay back, let them do their job. Obviously none of the cops or ambulance people knew we were undercover. I was judged to be a low life biker and my “old lady”, a waitress, was also judged to be the lower part of society. They allowed me to ride in the ambulance with Vicky, only after I gave some uniform cop our names and addresses. They worked on Vicky all the way to the hospital and they told me that she was in critical condition when they wheeled her into surgery. <br /><br />
It suddenly hit me like a truck. It did not matter who I was, a biker or a cop. We are all humans and Vicky did not deserve this. She was only 23 years old and she was a beautiful person. I knew she understood the risks of being a cop, especially an undercover cop, but she was harmless. She had stepped up to the plate, she had warned me, she had my back. Besides saving me, she probably had saved a lot of other people in that bar. I was so emotional and confused; I was holding back tears and I was so full of anger I did not know what to do. Who could I call? It could not get out that she was a cop! I called Christine to tell her what had happened.<br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> Norm Meech has been retired for nearly two years, capping a distinguished forty-four-year career in policing. He fondly recalls the camaraderie of work friends forged during his tenure and the unique experiences as a police officer. <br><br>
While missing aspects of his former profession, Norm keeps himself engaged by maintaining fitness and pursuing various hobbies. Additionally, he channels his creativity into writing, aiming to produce a book annually. His latest work delves into science fiction, inviting readers to ponder questions about the existence of aliens, unidentified flying objects, government involvement in secret conspiracies, the potential for time travel, and the impact of human activities on the planet. Norm hopes readers enjoy the fictional stories he crafts, sparking contemplation and curiosity.<br /><br />
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Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583513293847035769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046076121134055861.post-90663743625646153362023-12-15T00:30:00.001-05:002023-12-15T00:30:00.255-05:00Book Blast - The Santa Games by Leanne Treese<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2023/11/book-blast-santa-games-by-leanne-treese.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2cgLSf551qUQvL_ubt3YpXzM_XmCs14wx0kdCOYagmfiAxG-oGez_7Ds6BNrcJRrgYd18unICXCqRa9OJUrsYhO30nIRYsSIcRwY0z3leTL9eNTF4P5wdn_Az8ItZfM0uVANZQtGXtDVP55qciIzFJ9vikV9m9u1sdvzaOJY0obmA8z7wt8tDSCetsjo/s400/TourBanner_The%20Santa%20Games.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OPSt7sGTjwsvsW6ryoxe_9xeGMFNJVhtrQ2X_J5mH7neeK37i7mj22i1D7jEiuRR0rXBT9OrAn0Huo_YeaIo5UQ2qw2bsEAWic6HJAXLXIEvC3rSNteNSXp-XUZo9FAjC84TLgYVwbm_l5ZVKZr_4qjPKjK7Ra1v-LiAK4K3sao2G2TqRisLiAEtXX8/s2550/BookCover_TheSantaGames.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="1650" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OPSt7sGTjwsvsW6ryoxe_9xeGMFNJVhtrQ2X_J5mH7neeK37i7mj22i1D7jEiuRR0rXBT9OrAn0Huo_YeaIo5UQ2qw2bsEAWic6HJAXLXIEvC3rSNteNSXp-XUZo9FAjC84TLgYVwbm_l5ZVKZr_4qjPKjK7Ra1v-LiAK4K3sao2G2TqRisLiAEtXX8/s320/BookCover_TheSantaGames.jpg" /></a></div>Reeling from a broken engagement, Andi Carter swears off men. She quits her job in New York and returns home to figure out next steps. Luckily, she quickly finds a job--one that will take her mind off her ex--as a caretaker for an elderly widower, Liam Quinn. Liam is the owner of Christmastown, a holiday-themed amusement park that shut down years ago. But he’s anxious to reopen it, and Andi, loving the concept, throws herself into helping him. It’s the perfect distraction. Bonus: there are no eligible men for miles.<br /><br />
Until Matt Taylor shows up to audit the park.<br /><br />
Matt is handsome, charming, and full of surprises. Even Liam’s notoriously cranky cat, Claus, likes him. Andi works with Matt on a Christmastown project and platonic feelings turn into a full-fledged crush…maybe a little more. She likes this guy. Unbelievably, Matt seems to like her back.<br /><br />
Only she soon discovers that Matt isn’t who he says he is. So now, Andi has another decision to make—run away and start over—again? Or stay, and hear Matt out? After all, Christmas is the season of miracles…</blockquote><br />
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She doesn’t finish her sentence. She doesn’t have to. I know how it ends. Andi needs Christmastown to become a reality. <br><br>
And I’ve been charged with making sure that doesn’t happen.<br><br>
<b>About the Author:</b><br /><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMteAZdNGTMLswkD8O8U1x_nAibgub6EQelq_KU-LTE_3k8m5hGhoWsmRVKIsTZbYLEBRxyZNS4f70Y3-cgxYXZmgjverSpJXwdp7_eON-iIPtDftQspiail6M_uhlfcr3HhdOjOnDxsBri559H2B13PYjjnxefCXHZ6HSS4SJknE5FMvzZGC7FXkfXsQ/s792/author%20pic%20copy%20jpeg.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMteAZdNGTMLswkD8O8U1x_nAibgub6EQelq_KU-LTE_3k8m5hGhoWsmRVKIsTZbYLEBRxyZNS4f70Y3-cgxYXZmgjverSpJXwdp7_eON-iIPtDftQspiail6M_uhlfcr3HhdOjOnDxsBri559H2B13PYjjnxefCXHZ6HSS4SJknE5FMvzZGC7FXkfXsQ/s320/author%20pic%20copy%20jpeg.jpg" /></a></div>Leanne Treese is an award-winning author of women's fiction and romance. Her books have each independently been described as having "all the feels." When she's not writing, Leanne loves running, forcing her family to play board games (Settlers of Catan anyone?), and spoiling her beloved dogs. Leanne's favorite locations include her backyard, the Jersey shore, and anywhere that sells books or coffee, preferably both. A lifelong learner, Leanne's dream life would include going back to college and majoring in everything.<br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVXFxaCRUKhKwAusyh01IoeAGXMt-9LqCJGV-FEESX0f_jR_ZnkRI3HZFdVtng1nsFYHLYNgOE2roNAGdOT03grsXdxxiO_yUE_Di9pn1poL3_QdpIyMijnG352z7T5B5Yn88hyphenhyphenkLt5pMzvNnuWtwMTX7CfKJe9cNrfstq_YJnZxbFarD7erm5lbAHwes/s2400/BookCover_The%20Jig%20is%20Up%20%28eBook%29%20%281%29.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVXFxaCRUKhKwAusyh01IoeAGXMt-9LqCJGV-FEESX0f_jR_ZnkRI3HZFdVtng1nsFYHLYNgOE2roNAGdOT03grsXdxxiO_yUE_Di9pn1poL3_QdpIyMijnG352z7T5B5Yn88hyphenhyphenkLt5pMzvNnuWtwMTX7CfKJe9cNrfstq_YJnZxbFarD7erm5lbAHwes/s320/BookCover_The%20Jig%20is%20Up%20%28eBook%29%20%281%29.jpg" /></a></div>I looked forward to sipping tea and exploring Mark’s ancestral roots in Ireland, but oh, what a twist of fate! <br /><br />
My life as owner of The Painted Lady Inn hardly prepared me for this. With my detective husband by my side, we embark on a journey filled with mayhem, murder, and mischief.<br /><br />
As I savor every bite of Irish stew and soak in the breathtaking scenery, little do I know that our vacation will turn into a whirlwind of sleuthing.<br /><br />
Who could have imagined the secrets hidden behind Mark’s family tree? And what dark secrets lurk in this picturesque village, threatening to shatter the tranquility?<br /><br />
The jig is up, and it’s up to us to untangle the web of intrigue.</blockquote><br />
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The car rental rep was definitely not a warm-and-fuzzy gal, but Donna put her money on Mark. He could be charming when he needed to be. <br /><br />
His lips curved up into a smile. “Surely, you have at least one vehicle. I’m not picky.” <br /><br />
What a fib! It looked like the rep bought it. The woman leaned over the counter and pointed to an open garage area. “Go inside there and ask for Liam. Tell him you want the emergency special. It’s a car we save for people who fail to make reservations and yet still need a car.” <br /><br />
Donna prided herself on reading people and knew there wouldn’t be the expected happy ending to their dilemma. Her husband, on the other hand, effusively thanked the woman and slipped her a colorful bill in gratitude. Not being familiar with euros, it could have been anything from a fifty to a dollar. <br /><br />
As for Liam, he must have gone on break because they toured the garage for a good twenty minutes. They commented on car models not seen in the US and speculated if they’d get the convertible, Land Rover, or the Volkswagen Golf. After asking several employees in coveralls, they finally located Liam, which was a relief since one of the wheels on her suitcase had just seized up. She couldn’t mention the issue since her husband would point out they had perfectly good, non-tie-dyed suitcases at home with wheels that worked. <br /><br />
Liam, a man of few words, listened as Mark repeated his story, including the bit about searching for his ancestors. Instead of commenting on how great it was that Mark could have some Irish ancestry, Liam responded with, “She said the emergency special?” <br /><br />
“She did,” Mark replied with a nod. <br /><br />
“Aye.” Liam grimaced, then yelled something to a younger employee about getting the car. <br /><br />
She heard the emphasis on the even if Mark didn’t. A few minutes later a bright yellow car just a little bigger than a bicycle pulled up in front of Liam. “Here ya go. She’s small. You’ll only have her for a wee bit. She’s easy to park, too.” <br /><br />
All in all, it was a cute car—and very different from Mark’s usual sedan. Her husband remained speechless, while Donna handled practicalities. “Do you think our luggage will fit in it?” <br /><br />
“No problem.” He motioned to his young helper. “Pull out the back seat.” <br /><br />
“It has a backseat?” She couldn’t imagine anything fitting into the back. <br /><br />
“In theory. With the seat gone, it makes the trunk a bit roomier.” Liam sunk his hands in his pockets and made a slow circuit around their luggage. “We should be able to cram that inside. Don’t buy anything until you move to a larger vehicle.” <br /><br />
Both Liam and his helper speculated on how to pack the car, while Mark finally shook off his stupor. “I never knew they made cars this small. Can it possibly be safe?” <br /><br />
“We’re not going that far. Isn’t their town just ten miles or so out of Dublin?” <br /><br />
“There about.” <br /><br />
While their luggage was wrestled inside the mini vehicle, Donna strolled to the front. Eyelashes decorated the round, front headlights. “How cute. The car has eyelashes.” <br /><br />
Mark rolled his eyes and muttered something about how he tipped for this. While her husband acted surprised, Donna wasn’t. She had summed up the counter rep as possibly in the wrong profession and not to be trusted. Not the car they wanted, but it would serve. <br /><br />
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Her nighttime dreams being so vivid, Samantha believes she’s traveling to a past century. As she navigates the Victorian era rules of dos and even more don’ts, she charms Ulysses S Grant while struggling to maintain her present-day romance.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br /><b>Now for An Excerpt: </b><br /><br /><br />But this was Samantha’s dream, and she could be bold. She stepped forward until she was several feet from Grant and stopped. “Lieutenant Grant,” she said softly.<br /><br /><br />He turned around. His light blue eyes were his most striking feature. Chestnut-brown hair, mustache, and beard. Straight nose. Square jaw. Wide-at-the-temples facial bone structure. About five eight in height. Slim beneath the soldier’s coat. This was Ulysses S. Grant. In his early thirties. Good-looking.<br /><br /><br />He glanced at Samantha and then turned around to tend to his horse.<br /><br /><br />He’s a married man, and he sees an unknown woman. What are the protocols?<br /><br /><br />Her dream. Her rules.<br /><br /><br />Samantha persisted, using what she thought was common phraseology for this era. “Lieutenant Grant, I am Miss Samantha. I hear you are an expert horseman. I would be most pleased in taking lessons under your tutelage.”<br /><br /><br />His back still facing her, he made no reply.<br /><br /><br />She thought quickly of a scheme. “My brothers are in town on business. It would be most helpful to our family business, if I could learn how to ride.”<br /><br /><br />“I am a soldier with duties at the fort.” He speaks.<br /><br /><br />“I understand, Lieutenant Grant. But surely you have leave.”<br /><br /><br />While keeping a distance of several feet, she stepped to his side so she could see his profile. “I understand you will not transact with a lady, but I will return with one of my brothers. He will pay you compensation.”<br /><br /><br />“Others can teach you.”<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~<div><br /></div><div><b>Now for the Interview: </b></div><div><br /><b>What is your favorite chapter in the book?</b><br />The protagonist meets Grant in 1845 in New York City. I wanted readers to feel as if they spent a day in the city with the characters. I’m pleased with the pace of that chapter and its feel for the passage of time.<br /><br /><br /><b>What is you most amazing experience?</b><br />My husband and I saw the solar eclipse in August 2017. When I saw totality, I cried. I know others who had this reaction. Instead of explaining what was so spectacular, I’m urging everyone to plan to see the next solar eclipse passing through the U.S. on April 8th, 2024.<br /><br /><br /><b>Ebook or print?</b><br />Both. When I travel, I’ll take an ebook because it’s lightweight. I also love the built-in dictionary feature. But I still like print books and buy them especially if they’re cheaper than an ebook.<br /><br /><br /><b>How did I choose character names?</b><br />The novel has two tracks: present and past. Because people typically used biblical names in the 19th century, the names of the main and secondary characters in the present are also biblical names, drawing a parallel between the two time periods. <br /><br /><br /><b>What was the last book your read?</b></div><div>A Bumpy Road to Marriage by Sarah Chrisman. It’s historical fiction based in the last 19th century and the final book in The Tales of Chetzemoka series.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1NvGXmfxSCFlCbCLRLMG9IwRZ3lWUZq0EI-6Q_RnfQyluZr_FAmOQ-31Mq8S9UbKmh_lFrSQ3NQJRUec064u00a1LfwegJWlF-6zQdkRS7lOTrdel4Z178bKqj_xucMwyJa6Ch55ahZXbJRP3dCS-OKFzOF-rKEX9WR1j8DtNTkwHaD6HA_RG1Rstxfa/s1200/author%20image.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1NvGXmfxSCFlCbCLRLMG9IwRZ3lWUZq0EI-6Q_RnfQyluZr_FAmOQ-31Mq8S9UbKmh_lFrSQ3NQJRUec064u00a1LfwegJWlF-6zQdkRS7lOTrdel4Z178bKqj_xucMwyJa6Ch55ahZXbJRP3dCS-OKFzOF-rKEX9WR1j8DtNTkwHaD6HA_RG1Rstxfa/w130-h196/author%20image.jpg" width="130" /></a><br /><b><br />About the Author:</b><br /><br /><br />Author Donna Balon debuts Sam Time, a novel well-researched and professionally edited by quality talent from the publishing industry. 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