tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71369543607428741122024-03-19T03:48:22.053-05:00I'm Shelf-ishTraceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422948247283196638noreply@blogger.comBlogger2049125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-78041563816173446222023-12-06T23:00:00.000-06:002023-12-06T23:00:00.135-06:00⭐INTERVIEW⭐E.C. Jackson Author of Hope Series<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmmK3bW6sUVKyI3jSFaZOP-rTGPRbBE2gzHkOfgFD8lA6YRwevQc0Vxo_IoUwhcCx4VE2bWE5zyPOG0z71v5CaxqmIQTpW4hHl-o6rCkd1O9WfGRY3EzgF6aW_4MyxvsBMRn6Fg3gkj9IGFxCBRE89QIPGqB7jOm8txwEtPJOFhelHrSuW2EC-l3_gybX/s410/E.C.%20Jackson%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="410" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmmK3bW6sUVKyI3jSFaZOP-rTGPRbBE2gzHkOfgFD8lA6YRwevQc0Vxo_IoUwhcCx4VE2bWE5zyPOG0z71v5CaxqmIQTpW4hHl-o6rCkd1O9WfGRY3EzgF6aW_4MyxvsBMRn6Fg3gkj9IGFxCBRE89QIPGqB7jOm8txwEtPJOFhelHrSuW2EC-l3_gybX/s320/E.C.%20Jackson%20author.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>E.C.
Jackson began her writing career with the full-length play Pajama
Party. Thirty-one years later, she adapted the play into Pajama Party:
The Story, a companion book to the second book in the five-book
standalone Hope series.<p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Jackson’s
favorite pastime is reading fiction. She enjoys taking the journey
along with the characters in the books. That also led to her unorthodox
approach to story writing. Her vision for each book she writes is to
immerse readers into the storyline so they become connected with each
character. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“The
Write Way: A Real Slice of Life” is the slogan on her Facebook author
page. She feels that if every person reading her books feels connected
to the characters, her job is done.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Author Links </b> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.hopebooks.faith/">Website</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ecjacksonauthor/">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/ec_jackson?lang=en">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14009486.E_C_Jackson?from_search=true&from_srp=true">Goodreads</a></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #525252; font-family: "Crimson Text"; font-size: 17.6px;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #525252; font-family: "Crimson Text"; font-size: 17.6px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #525252; font-family: "Crimson Text"; font-size: 17.6px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mYHd4Neva4/VifEGrb_daI/AAAAAAAAVWg/QA7ZbZQnqi4myUWjWjYc3f8L8MZnkOFGwCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/I%2527m%2BShelfish%2Bauthor%2Binterview.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: medium; box-shadow: transparent 0px 0px 0px; color: #00757a; font-size: 17.6px; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;" /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: "Crimson Text";"><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I’d like to know more about you as a person first. What do you do when you’re not writing?</span></b></p>
<p>My mother is in hospice now. Due to my sister’s ongoing health issues,
she can’t help our mother as much as she used to. So, for the last three
years, I have been a caregiver after working hours. But since I am an
avid reader, jigsaw-puzzle lover, and logic-problem solver, I can still
do these things when taking care of my mother after work. However, I do
miss attending church on Sundays and meeting with friends throughout the
week.</p>
<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">When did you start taking writing seriously?</span></b></p>
<p>I typed the first sentence of <i>A Gateway to Hope</i> during the summer of 2014. <br /></p>
<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you could go anywhere in the world to start writing your next book, where would that be and why? </span></b></p>
<p>I under appreciated the short periods I lived in Houston, Texas, and
Burbank, California. I would like to start stories in both cities. <br /></p>
<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you had 4 hours of extra time today, what would you do?</span></b></p>
<p>I would visit the library, go to an open house, and eat a meal at a new restaurant. <br /></p>
<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where would you like to set a story that you haven’t done yet?</span></b></p>
<p>On a cruise ship.</p>
<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Why was writing your the Hope series so important to you?</span></b> </p>
<p>The hope series was important to me because I believe God provided the
titles for each book. And then, the characters practically wrote the
stories themselves.</p>
<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Any final words?</span></b></p><p>If every person who reads my books feels connected to the characters, my job is done.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #525252; font-size: 17.6px;"><b><br /></b></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_yNxX2nENc/VjJnb6HiqxI/AAAAAAAAVfE/SSqqp2dCA5woumo6y8sYtc5PNCS5W81ZQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/I%2527m%2BShelfish%2BAbout%2Bthe%2Bbook%2Bbanner.png" style="color: #00757a; font-size: 17.6px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_yNxX2nENc/VjJnb6HiqxI/AAAAAAAAVfE/SSqqp2dCA5woumo6y8sYtc5PNCS5W81ZQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/I%2527m%2BShelfish%2BAbout%2Bthe%2Bbook%2Bbanner.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: medium; box-shadow: transparent 0px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;" /></a></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 17.6px;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"> </p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b></b></h2>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Twenty-one-year-old
Neka is a bit of an introvert, she also happens to be stunningly
beautiful. When she discovers her friend James is about to be dumped,
she sees the perfect opportunity to escape from her quiet life. Can she
summon the courage to leave it all behind?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">James
Copley comes from a ruthless family. It’s rubbed off. Years ago, he
disengaged from his brother’s smear campaign, but now his father has
offered him an ultimatum, “Get married or lose your seat at the table.”
Plotting to stamp his design on the family business, he proposes to a
woman, even though he doesn’t love her. But his carefully laid plans
start to unravel when she leaves him on the day she’s due to meet his
family. Could years of planning his comeback vanish with her departure?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">A
possible solution comes in an unexpected form: Neka. She’s not only a
friend, but the daughter of his benefactor. And she’s right there,
offering to support him. But will her support stretch to marriage? He
attempts to win her over to his plan but collides with her powerful
father who wants to leverage the situation for his own gain.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">In
their fight for survival and love, they are forced to face some
uncomfortable truths. Can they overcome thwarted dreams and missed
chances to find true love, or does forcing destiny’s hand only lead to
misery?</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Link</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gateway-Hope-C-Jackson/dp/0996181229/?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=MqFgB&content-id=amzn1.sym.579192ca-1482-4409-abe7-9e14f17ac827&pf_rd_p=579192ca-1482-4409-abe7-9e14f17ac827&pf_rd_r=145-2563626-5637032&pd_rd_wg=obtRs&pd_rd_r=419e931d-ff82-45b7-bfa3-05c7eab26287&ref_=aufs_ap_sc_dsk" style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Amazon</b></a></span></p>
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Lacey stepped into the muted glow from the wall sconce above the door,
grabbed her luggage from the porch, and hurried down the stairs. The
path lights cast a shining arc across the yard. Pine scented the air,
and fresh-cut grass clung to her sandals.</span><p></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
sidestepped debris along the footpath to avoid snapping any twigs. To
anyone looking, the maneuverings would have resembled a child’s game of
hopscotch. It seemed like ages had passed, but at last she reached her
destination. Lips curving into a fleeting smile, she placed her cases at
the cab driver’s feet. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">After shaking her hand, he lifted the bags. His raspy voice broke the silence. “Good morning . . .” </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Call me Neka.”</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
scooted into the car and eased the door shut behind her. But she froze
in place when the noisy driver stomped every twig she had missed and
slammed the trunk. Her gaze swept over the second-floor windows. The
house remained dark inside.</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Good. No signs of movement. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Neka lay back on the cushion but bolted upright when the driver sped away, crunching loose twigs scattered across the road. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She brushed her fingers over her neck and chest and then clung to the front of her T-shirt.<i> </i>Familiar landmarks silhouetted against the dusky morning. She sighed, touching the window<i> </i>as her home faded into the receding darkness. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Regret
surfaced. Would her family understand her leaving home without notice?
Massaging her right earlobe, she laid her head against the seat. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">James
needed her. She was the only person able to help him. Finally, someone
she cared about required assistance that only she could provide. Tears
blurred her vision at the admission that she often felt unneeded.
Self-revelation came at a price. Closing her eyes, Neka laid her face
into the palms of her hand. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She was committed. It was too late to turn back now.<i> </i></span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i style="font-family: Gabriela;">Lord, help me. </i></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publication Date: July 31, 2016</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Pages: 287</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">It
was a match made in heaven. Or so everyone thought. Sadie Mae Cummings
is all set to marry her childhood sweetheart, Kyle, when she is assigned
to tutor Lincoln, the new college football running back. This sophomore
phenomenon has all the girls on campus knocking on his door. But Sadie
isn’t interested in his advances.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Lincoln’s
overblown ego doesn’t take well to being shunned, and he resolves to
make Sadie his own. He pursues her relentlessly, until finally Kyle
finds himself shut out of Sadie’s life, with their shared future
crumbling around him.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">After
two years, Sadie’s relationship with Lincoln ends, and she is left
having to put the pieces of her life back together. She desires nothing
more than to recapture her relationship with Kyle. He has stayed true to
the dreams they had planned together, living the vision even without
Sadie by his side.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">When
she moves back to her hometown, she labors to rekindle their love. But
things have changed, and Kyle has moved on. Sadie quickly discovers how
hard it is to rebuild burned bridges.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Follow Sadie’s story as she fights for a chance to restore broken dreams. Will love endure?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">This inspirational romance by E. C. Jackson is book two of the Hope series and is a standalone book.</span></span></p>
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twenty-one-year-old Sadie Cummings wiped down the counter space in her
small kitchen nook. It was eleven o’clock. Five minutes had passed since
the last time she’d checked. Sighing, she fretted about her boyfriend’s
visit that morning.</span> </span><p></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Why does he agree to come over, then not show up?”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In
no time, morning had slipped into early afternoon. The breakfast she’d
hoped would receive raves from Lincoln congealed on the stovetop. So
much for using her cooking skills to entice him. With several swift
movements, she scraped the masterpiece into the garbage disposal,
fighting to control the uneasiness she couldn’t dismiss.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
was an expert at fooling herself and others, but today her mind refused
to be pacified. One could only pretend for so long before the bottom
dropped out completely. Truth had a bad habit of intruding into fairy
tales. Especially when the make-believe stories were about real-life
events. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
ringing cell phone grabbed Sadie’s attention. That her mother was on
the other end was a forgone conclusion. Except for an occasional chat
with her younger sister and older brother, the cell phone never rang.
These days only her mother contacted Sadie on a regular basis. She
peeked at the caller ID.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A
moment before the call transferred to voicemail, Sadie snatched up the
cell phone, held it against her chest, then gave a cheery greeting.
Minutes later, she sauntered through the studio apartment thinking up
reasonable excuses to end the call early. Jeanette Cummings expected a
good deal more than her middle child was able to give.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Still stumped about finding an excuse to satisfy her mother, Sadie walked around in circles. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Mother,
I’m not trying to hurry you off the phone. I recognize your concern for
the Franklins. Our families have been friends for years. It’s just . . .
look . . . it’s . . . mother, I don’t have time to talk now.” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
picked up twine from the counter and wove it between her fingers.
Pulling it too tight, she winced, then unwound it from around her
fingers and wrapped it around her thumb. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“I made plans for the day.” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lincoln
could arrive any moment. Somehow, she had to quickly end this
conversation without hurting the only person who regularly called.
Friendships were difficult to maintain these days. And her brother and
sister only gave duty calls, then ended the conversation in a snap. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jeanette sighed loudly. “I would offer to call back at a better time, but there isn’t one, is there, Sadie?”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Mom . . .” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
slowly shook her head. Guilt surfaced each time she talked to her
mother. Raised in an orphanage, her mother wasn’t a clingy parent. She
believed loneliness caused people to accept unhealthy conditions that a
person who felt treasured might avoid. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Of course, you’re removed from the lives of the families in Shiatown,” said Jeanette. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Blowing
breath through her lips, Sadie laid her head on the cabinet with more
force than intended. Wincing in pain, she rubbed the sore spot. The lull
in the conversation helped gather her thoughts as her fingers massaged
the painful area on her forehead. She parted her lips, then she shut
them in hopes that her mother would continue speaking. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">After
a long pause, Jeanette spoke with a harsher tone than any she’d ever
used with her daughter. “Listen to me. The Franklin family supported us
through your father’s illness and death. We are burying Pastor Franklin
this afternoon. His wife deserves a phone call from you.”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
paused before continuing. “Don’t forget, Sarah treated you like a
daughter. You and Pastor Franklin shared the same birthday. September
twelfth is four days away. My friend is burying her husband four days
before his fifty-eighth birthday. And . . . what about Kyle? He lost his
father and inherited a ton of responsibility on top of it. Honey, be
the friend that I know you are. Time is slipping away. The funeral
starts in two hours.”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
stretched her neck from side to side, hanging her head in despair.
Lately, her mother had begun to accept her decisions without fussing.
However, today she seemed determined for Sadie to send well wishes to a
man she’d rather forget. Feeling faint, she squeezed her eyelids
together, but all she could see was Kyle’s sad gaze begging, pleading
with her to choose him over the man Sadie picked. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Instantly,
anger rose as Sadie justified that choice. She couldn’t back down now.
There was too much lost ground and no way to regain her footing. The
future she’d hoped for was gone. Somehow the leftovers had to be
salvaged into a win or, at least, a tolerable solution. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Eyes
darting around the room, she braced against the wall. “Friend? Kyle and
I didn’t break up as friends. He acted like a judgmental pig; his last
remarks were cruel.” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
fumed. With one look Kyle had made her feel like trash. Less than the
muck beneath his shoes. Disposable at best, and at worse . . . </span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publication Date: <span class="a-list-item">December 5, 2018</span></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Pages: 263</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;">Love at
first sight. It’s every girl’s dream. But Tara Simpkins is finding out
it’s not as easy as it seems. Is this truly the man God sent to be her
husband, or is she just desperate to escape her loneliness? The recent
loss of both parents has left her reeling, and close friends don’t think
she’s in any position to make major life decisions. She and her
new-found love are convinced they can live happily ever after in the
home of their dreams. His family thinks he’s moving way too fast and
might disappoint the kind-hearted woman he’s fallen head over heels for.
And then there’s Leah. Leah is supposed to be part of his past, but
what if she decides she’s his future? Tara’s match made in Heaven may be
over before it truly begins.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><b>Buy Link</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Certain-Hope-C-Jackson-ebook/dp/B07L5T3MBZ?ref_=ast_author_dp"><b>Amazon</b></a></span></p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz509wOTmUpcwSXTRpCSCvd-60jK_VZ3YKGdIHIevZsohELvW2rGR9dTnffa_-PWhAn_JPWTGIKsb_nprHY_KiunGA9WIaQ2B8qfwm0mLnmwIDSHHVcqT0-aUM4pYrb9E4lSm8Kj1kHu8BgwD7dUxVllbFgzMSSYUBbNvIGmh4CO0MHDY0-861d1JYkA/s779/The%20Certain%20Hope%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="779" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz509wOTmUpcwSXTRpCSCvd-60jK_VZ3YKGdIHIevZsohELvW2rGR9dTnffa_-PWhAn_JPWTGIKsb_nprHY_KiunGA9WIaQ2B8qfwm0mLnmwIDSHHVcqT0-aUM4pYrb9E4lSm8Kj1kHu8BgwD7dUxVllbFgzMSSYUBbNvIGmh4CO0MHDY0-861d1JYkA/w647-h436/The%20Certain%20Hope%206.jpg" width="647" /></a></div><br /><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading">
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3i9-FVogqjB6SkiJsU1WL9tMWNLM7444GZ5163lF-08a9TjKLObj6hZXe-GDH1jufjg-k_yLkTt9oUBwkKLoth71J_CpKw5h_7hsWEwfEbb2OInhrr4L_8Sl4V-9hMJHNf7H7DvUakiwx9E6_QERTKeR-s_LaHPsuD3TV_NZ73Ix7B9GLmfEMHQyoQ/s1158/The%20Certain%20Hope%205.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="398" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3i9-FVogqjB6SkiJsU1WL9tMWNLM7444GZ5163lF-08a9TjKLObj6hZXe-GDH1jufjg-k_yLkTt9oUBwkKLoth71J_CpKw5h_7hsWEwfEbb2OInhrr4L_8Sl4V-9hMJHNf7H7DvUakiwx9E6_QERTKeR-s_LaHPsuD3TV_NZ73Ix7B9GLmfEMHQyoQ/w220-h640/The%20Certain%20Hope%205.gif" width="220" /></span></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Tara
Simpkins nibbled her balled fist, hoping to turn a rout into a win.
Andy had spent three days installing her roof. He’d come into her life
last Friday and was the perfect man. But unless she developed a way to
keep him close, his exit would be speedier than his entrance had been. </span><p></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
handsome roofer had captured her attention his first day on the job. He
had even appeared mesmerized by Tara. That had never happened before.
Men ran from her, not to her. She couldn’t tell what prompted his
interest in her, yet he continued to hang around. She loved the chase
but was unsure how to get herself caught. And that dilemma wouldn’t get
resolved soon. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Andy
seemed like her dream man. He was adept at keeping a conversation
going, even though she wasn’t. Plus, he’d seemed curious about his
customer in a non-threatening way. He resembled an old friend. The
charisma he oozed added to his appeal.</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Andy
engaged her in conversation, despite her ignoring his charm. Thoroughly
smitten, she downplayed his attention. Because of that, he seemed to
slow the hunt. But he still knocked on her door each evening after the
work ended. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Tara had come to expect those knocks. How would she survive once they stopped?</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publication Date: <span class="a-list-item">September 28, 2020</span></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Pages: 338</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Is there hope for this love between friends?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Pamela
Hayes is a smart, successful business owner with a supportive family
and a thriving bakery. She should be the happiest girl in the world. But
she can’t shake the melancholy that accompanies every conversation she
has with her best friend, Mark. Pamela doesn’t know how much longer she
can hide her true feelings.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Why
can’t Mark see how perfect they would be together? She would make a
much better girlfriend than the one he currently has. Pamela prays he’ll
come to his senses soon and realize he’s with the wrong girl. But when
her dream comes true, it isn’t the fantasy she had envisioned.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">There
is trouble in paradise from the start, and all the red flags she’s been
ignoring are starting to threaten her confidence…and her relationship
with Mark. She’ll have to rely on family and her faith in God to help
her secure the hope she so desperately needs.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Link</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Confident-Hope-Book-ebook/dp/B08HNBBV8Q?ref_=ast_author_dp" style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Amazon</b></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOerXoIol0hmINn0tXdf8B6_JKRkejTWblemi1SDHGEXLhmXbxvMDZiWDc3FO5F17TIqmYmKHHFvFxeLnLO5VxUo7wmbB-zKx56B2dXY8GuVW4bcEhTSZ8L2vlzXx29seofy5qwnU5Ax-8QXyGCBuu3GaCqzFqN0KhBIXSVLZXQTYuVJ_TJGTc0kh0Q/s779/The%20Confident%20Hope%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="779" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOerXoIol0hmINn0tXdf8B6_JKRkejTWblemi1SDHGEXLhmXbxvMDZiWDc3FO5F17TIqmYmKHHFvFxeLnLO5VxUo7wmbB-zKx56B2dXY8GuVW4bcEhTSZ8L2vlzXx29seofy5qwnU5Ax-8QXyGCBuu3GaCqzFqN0KhBIXSVLZXQTYuVJ_TJGTc0kh0Q/w633-h427/The%20Confident%20Hope%205.jpg" width="633" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading">
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1VN1lNoYxLBwoPPaJomsjyR1xcz43d62x-MG4iMwmPxqTILGjZatiqeYggHSk77Jh-eEjqJ1fhj-GjgBomVZOQBVpLI-NrEPcgb5I6hj_puZEPReAiM0Q0AFmRss2h75MHwEIsvst-_Xogo6leVgEl5nOHq70JctQWF-VATEfR_0PeXBw_6ZWDePiA/s1158/The%20Confident%20Hope%204.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="391" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1VN1lNoYxLBwoPPaJomsjyR1xcz43d62x-MG4iMwmPxqTILGjZatiqeYggHSk77Jh-eEjqJ1fhj-GjgBomVZOQBVpLI-NrEPcgb5I6hj_puZEPReAiM0Q0AFmRss2h75MHwEIsvst-_Xogo6leVgEl5nOHq70JctQWF-VATEfR_0PeXBw_6ZWDePiA/w216-h640/The%20Confident%20Hope%204.gif" width="216" /></a></span></div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Motes
reflected in the sunlight that beamed through an eastern bedroom
window. Background noise filtered past closed doors. Turning over in bed
onto her stomach, Pamela Hayes yanked a beige satin comforter off the
floor with one hand. That same hand then tossed a navy-blue neck pillow
upon the bed. Footsteps on the other side of the door grabbed her
attention.</span></span><p></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Mom’s on her Saturday-morning prowl. Five, four, three, two, one …</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Anna
Hayes’s head poked inside her daughter’s bedroom. Hallway lighting
bathed her trim figure in artificial brightness. “Morning, babe.
Touching base before I go.” Her warm gaze surveyed the tousled bed.
“From the tangled cover, it looks like you had a rough night.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">With
a hand covering her yawn, Pamela shook her head and turned onto her
side. “Just my normal Friday night tug-of-war. It’s my preferred method
of winding down.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Anna’s soft laugh sounded like music. “Any special plans today?”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Leaning
on her elbow, Pamela rested her face on spread fingers as she gazed at
her mother. Forty-eight-year-old Anna wore desert-green ankle boots,
cropped white pants, and an oversized olive-green sweater. A brown suede
bag hung over her shoulder. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“You look like a dream, Mom. If I didn’t know otherwise, I’d think you were going out with someone special.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Laughter flitted through slightly parted lips. “I’m late. Give me a quick rundown on your activities for today.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Oh boy. I had hoped she wouldn’t ask. Better mention my afternoon expedition last. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Shopping for a spring wardrobe around noon. My jeans are tatty. And then, shooting the rapids.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">The door opened wider as Anna grasped the doorknob. “Water rafting somewhere near South Town?”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Oklahoma City. The spring season begins today. It’s safe, Mom. Stop frowning.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“I’m
sure they take safety precautions. But promise to be extra careful. I
can do without mental pictures of my twenty-five-year-old daughter
drowning.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Pamela flopped onto her back. “Yes, ma’am.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Thank
you. I love surrender whenever I hear it.” Anna checked her watch.
“I’ll be out late. Don’t hesitate to call if you need me.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">After
those parting words, her mother floated out of the house. Her all-day
Saturday excursions had begun late last year. A seeming whim had
developed into a lengthy pattern.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">After the front door lock clicked, a sleepy Pamela hid her head beneath the sheets and immediately fell back to sleep. </span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Publisher: Independent</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Publication Date: November 10, 2023</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Pages: 241</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Two men. Wrong choice. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Her life jumped the guard rails. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">One
fateful night, Tempia Wade believed a stranger’s lie, rather than the
assurance of a trusted friend. Even though she had been blind sighted,
the lapse in judgement extracted an exorbitant price. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Two
years later, the twenty-three-year-old prayed for a second chance with
the man she fell for at first sight. The loss of a promising
relationship, long term friendships, and shattered dreams, now
highlighted the memories of a bankrupt life. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Would
Cory Sanders overlook her accepting a next day date and liaison with
the other man she had met at the party they all attended? Or was
permanent separation stamped across their unforeseen breach?</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Link</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Overflow-Hope-C-Jackson-ebook/dp/B0CN3Z38FF/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=" style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Amazon</b></a></span></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIoeJPuSkbOvFHl-yH3YGVL58LiisXCDwPWjUr5fmDciP9-yo70P5cv81q3gnJuLC9PgGs5NrbhjpfYK9LsR1O7WoyNXlU7RKjJrPTCEa5jdNAxv7lRFRkMab6Qzsm4fC4Pgr93uX8Mxre5Q-06uj9Zx2Gbz0eAhL1EoIM7Tf7Fr5OJnLgS84IIijgA/s1158/Overflow%20with%20Hope%204.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIoeJPuSkbOvFHl-yH3YGVL58LiisXCDwPWjUr5fmDciP9-yo70P5cv81q3gnJuLC9PgGs5NrbhjpfYK9LsR1O7WoyNXlU7RKjJrPTCEa5jdNAxv7lRFRkMab6Qzsm4fC4Pgr93uX8Mxre5Q-06uj9Zx2Gbz0eAhL1EoIM7Tf7Fr5OJnLgS84IIijgA/w222-h640/Overflow%20with%20Hope%204.gif" width="222" /></a></span></div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">After
installing HVAC systems at a new apartment complex,
twenty-eight-year-old Cory Sanders should’ve headed home, eaten a
sandwich, and stretched his five-foot-eleven-inch frame onto his
king-sized bed. But today he sought diversions at a friend’s pool hall.
The short trek across the parking lot led him inside a large yet cozy
space teeming with some of his favorite folks. As his eyes adjusted to
dim lighting, he stepped up to the counter of the juice and coffee bar. </span></span><p></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Glancing
at Cory, a middle-aged woman, brown eyes alert, paused her conversation
with a customer. “Wait till I tell Dan who stopped by on a late Friday
afternoon,” she said to Cory. “Of course, neither he nor our sons will
believe me.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Miss
Laura’s husband, Dan, had been Cory’s father’s best friend since their
HVAC training program days. He and his youngest son worked for Cory’s
father’s heating and cooling business, while his wife helped their
oldest son, Scott, run his pool hall. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Keep our secret, Miss Laura, or someone will demand I show up more often.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">She winked as she laughed. “If anyone asks me, I’ll say you were just winding down from a tough workday.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Cory
chuckled. “Sounds like the perfect plan,” he said. “One pomegranate
slush, please. And Miss Laura, let your son know adding slushes to the
juice menu was an excellent idea. If he asks, tell him to add grilled
cheese, hamburgers, and hot sausage sandwiches.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“More approval will swell his head. Thank God, he won’t inquire.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“I bet you he’d consider those suggestions if he did.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Serving
food ain’t happening on my watch. This mama has enough tasks without
piling on more. We’ll hold off on a food menu until Scott quits his day
job.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">As Cory left the counter, Miss Laura snuck in, “See you next Friday.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">While
sipping his slush, Cory peered around the cavernous room and took in
the lively atmosphere. Ten pool tables were strategically set up to
maximize solo and group play. Walking across the space, he passed a
group of men ribbing each other. A fifty-something man pocketed a ball
then spotted Cory. “Lookee here. Grab a pool stick, son.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Cory
sat on a seat close to the action and pointed at the bald, clean-shaven
man. “Not today. I just came to watch you masters clean the table.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Take notes,” another man said. “Stu left this little boy hanging in the pocket.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
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that, Cory realized he had chosen the correct diversion after all. His
bed and sandwich could wait until later that evening. These lively
antics might delete a tiresome woman from his mind. Last year, he had
purged her from his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he could
never seem to evict her from his mind. He hoped that changing his
long-established habits might help.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
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Jackson began her writing career with the full-length play Pajama
Party. Thirty-one years later, she adapted the play into Pajama Party:
The Story, a companion book to the second book in the five-book
standalone Hope series.</span></span></p>
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favorite pastime is reading fiction. She enjoys taking the journey
along with the characters in the books. That also led to her unorthodox
approach to story writing. Her vision for each book she writes is to
immerse readers into the storyline so they become connected with each
character. </span></span></p>
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Write Way: A Real Slice of Life” is the slogan on her Facebook author
page. She feels that if every person reading her books feels connected
to the characters, her job is done.</span></span></p>
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<p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-43186208899631900942023-11-14T23:00:00.001-06:002023-11-14T23:00:00.145-06:00Godzilla Fan? You'll Love Godzilla: The Monster Fight Record Series by Patrick Kelley<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrTPgcFsswOnAU-ssIx9eneuclH4MjhqZhaU5PGhFwZ3Gjl0FdRRfgqnF39ZGTm7MVKGBkIgjZBR1Wx87M4-TiTgejB6nh_IPhymN0wXCMDQ97JyLvKpq2IZhaGXM4idbmlpwg8FupCeHFhNn1qiROPfVvRQCmcj3JOmnnYP_blFoxHs2GKRBhYZAtg/s614/Godzilla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="614" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrTPgcFsswOnAU-ssIx9eneuclH4MjhqZhaU5PGhFwZ3Gjl0FdRRfgqnF39ZGTm7MVKGBkIgjZBR1Wx87M4-TiTgejB6nh_IPhymN0wXCMDQ97JyLvKpq2IZhaGXM4idbmlpwg8FupCeHFhNn1qiROPfVvRQCmcj3JOmnnYP_blFoxHs2GKRBhYZAtg/w640-h498/Godzilla.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1494820207040531290" itemprop="articleBody"><div><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-dc81fae6-7fff-cf64-13e8-ce00c6f3d926" style="font-family: Gabriela; 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 style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span id="docs-internal-guid-eb81b19d-7fff-6c60-4942-8a06c392af73" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; 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 style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></i></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"></span></span></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-4228c015-7fff-45a9-8d05-3a252dc97f26" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.5pt; 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 id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-73aceb05-7fff-a7b8-7299-7b7e161268cb" style="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></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"></span></b></span></p></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"></span></b></span><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<h2 dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-580d7d28-7fff-0026-bbb9-38580b77c0d5" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Gabriela; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Title: Godzilla: The Monster Fight Record Series</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Gabriela; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Author: Patrick Kelley</span></span></h2><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Publication Date: </span></span></p><h2 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Gabriela; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Pages: Volume 1 - 309, Volume 2 - 430</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Gabriela; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Genre: Nonfiction/Reference</span></span></h2>
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<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;"><i>Godzilla: The Monster Fight Record</i> is
a two-volume series that provides a history of all the monster battles
throughout the Godzilla film series. After seven decades and almost
forty films, Godzilla has earned the title of King of the Monsters. The
Godzilla films have showcased the King’s legendary battles with
larger-than-life opponents like the three-headed King Ghidorah, the
winged guardian Mothra, his robotic doppelganger Mechagodzilla, and the
original giant monster star King Kong. <i>The Monster Fight Record </i>analyzes
these titanic battles to determine an informed and accurate win-loss
record for Godzilla and all of his monster co-stars. Fans of kaiju and
classic science fiction films will enjoy a trip down memory lane while
also getting a sports-style analysis of the monster battles, complete
with statistics and win percentages for each beast.</span></p>
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<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">What
images come to mind when you think of your favorite childhood movies?
Some of you might recall specific moments and characters from the films
you grew up with, but is your love of those movies so deeply entrenched
that even the opening vanity logo is enough to elicit a rush of pure,
nostalgic joy? Many adults my age might picture the simple white castle
against the blue background and hear the comforting tune for “When You
Wish Upon a Star” swell up before the words “Walt Disney Pictures” are
revealed. While I do seem like a contrarian from time to time, I must
admit that it is hard not to get swept up in the magic of seeing that
classic vanity card. Disney’s logo began many childhood journeys of
wonder, comedy, and fantasy for me. However, there is another cinematic
logo I place above it. This logo holds a special place in my heart that
not even the Walt Disney Company could ever occupy. </em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">東宝:
Imagine those characters surrounded by a bold white circle illuminated
by a bright spectrum of colorful rays of light against a predominantly
blue backdrop. It was the emblem of Toho Company, Ltd., and seeing that
logo prepared me for what I was going to witness: bizarre,
larger-than-life creatures; giant irradiated dinosaurs rising from the
ocean depths; alien cyborgs coming to invade the Earth; multiheaded
flying dragons raining down lightning bolts from the skies; and powerful
gods and goddesses of ancient myth carrying out their age-old rivalries
in a world unprepared to handle them. I was about to see monsters! Best
of all, there was a great chance I was about to see another adventure
starring the greatest of them all, Godzilla, the King of the Monsters. </em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Before
continuing, I should point out that Toho isn’t limited to producing
monster movies. Over the years, the studio made comedies, romances, and
historical dramas, including some from famed director Akira Kurosawa.
However, I can’t help but think of Godzilla as the icon of the studio,
like Mickey Mouse is for Disney. My love for the Godzilla character,
series, and franchise transformed into a near-lifelong hobby. Some of
the most cherished moments of my childhood revolved around discovering,
watching, and rewatching the King’s classic movies. </em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">It
was not always easy having Godzilla as a passion. Being an American fan
before the age of the internet meant that finding all those movies was
hard to accomplish. Whether scouring through TV Guides or going through
the shelves of old local video stores, my self-imposed scavenger hunt
was exhausting at times. However, the search yielded its rewards more
often than not.</em></span></h2>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Jamie Saloff</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Sent Books</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publication Date: June 25, 2023</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 384</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Self-Help/Motivational, Religion/Spirituality, Personal Growth/Personal Transformation </span><p></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>If you could, how would you change your life?</strong> </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">While
bravely facing the motherlode of difficult life challenges, you never
dreamt the result would be a soul-sucking, heart-crushing existence.
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Although
you try to ignore the emptiness, detachment, and feeling that you don’t
belong, you rarely make changes. It just seems too impossible for so
many reasons. Instead, you silenced your heart’s nagging with
self-sacrifice, food stuffing, or by becoming a workaholic. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Contemplating
ending her life, Jamie Saloff chose instead to hatch a new one. She
knows how self-doubt and unworthiness can cloud our ability to move
forward after the darkness of illness, grief, trauma, or tragedy –
because she’s faced it too. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><em>In Hatch – A Change Your Life Guide</em>, Saloff walks readers through her step-by-step method to: </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Awaken your soul’s purpose by listening to your heart’s voice </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• Find confidence in your next forward step by hearing your body speak </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">•See messages of guidance everywhere by learning where to look </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Uncover your future in your past by examining your ancestral heritage </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • And much, much more… </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><em>
“It’s a simple question “Do you wish you could change your life for the
better” while the answer is an easy one – do you have any idea of how
to accomplish the task? “Hatch – A Change Your Life Guide” gives you a
systematic process that will take you on a journey of physical,
emotional, and spiritual healing…I highly recommend this wonderful and
enlightening book”</em> – Yolanda Renee</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Buy Links:</strong> </span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Hatch-Change-Your-Life-Guide/dp/1737941902?tag=namespacebran556-20&asc_campaign=6e16b497add9c6202f291765484e6eaa&asc_source=01H4JN10JTSAPMVDHTSHW3ZHWZ&keywords=hatch+jamie+saloff&sprefix=%2Caps%2C251">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://amzn.to/3NMi66m">B&N</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/reflections-on-the-boulevard">Kobo</a> | <a href="https://tinyurl.com/yy2j85xc">BooksAMillion</a></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"> Excerpt</span></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></span></h2><blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading">As long as I can, remember—though I’m not sure why—I’ve been labeled a
misfit—a square peg, a Goonie, an outcast (every generation seems to
have its own word for this). </h2><p></p>
<p>In kindergarten kids laughed at me saying I had a boy’s name. In
elementary school, they said I hadn’t grown up with them, I wasn’t from
there. Or maybe it was because even though I have never been outspoken, I
decided I wouldn’t tolerate the bigoted French teacher and refused to
go back to her class. The principle reprimanded me, called me “a
quitter,” but I wasn’t swayed. I don’t think the kids (or the teacher)
could quite understand that kind of rebellion from a ten-year-old. </p>
<p>Another time, the teacher ordered me into the hallway where she told
me to repeat to the principal what I’d just told her. I explained my
drawing of an aneurysm to him. (Due to cholesterol or other blockage in a
vein, a balloon-like area forms expanding the side of the vein. If it
would burst, my father would have 45 minutes to live.) My teacher didn’t
approve of my mother sharing the details of my father’s illness with a
child. The principal only shrugged.</p>
<p>In middle school, I argued with the principal that, due to a highly
publicized paper shortage, it was stupid to waste it by writing
punishment sentences hundreds of times. I ended up having to run around
the gym in front of my class, which did very little for my already
degraded social status, but it was a win for my cause.</p>
<p>If you’ve been in this position, you know there is no going back.
Once you’re tagged as an outlier, that’s where you stay. As I entered
high school, I wasn’t “the right fit” to be one of the majorettes. They
can give whatever reasons they liked, but I’m pretty sure none of them
had 60 trophies attesting to their ability and, while they were marching
up and down the muddy hometown football field, I performed all over the
world, including for servicemen at Pearl Harbor, in the shadow of
Scotland’s Edinburgh castle, and other cities across the US and Europe.
As they continued buddying up with football players in their cliques, I
was privileged to experience foreign cultures and see historic sites
firsthand instead of reading about them in a text book.</p>
<p>When we are mistreated or outcast by someone, we may blame ourselves.
We falsely wonder, “Am I ugly?” “Fat?” “Horrible?” and all sorts of
self-degrading ideas. This self-blame can cause us to slip into
isolation because we feel unliked or unloved. </p>
<p>Eventually, if you give yourself space, you learn that being a misfit
is a good thing. It allows you to do things your way without others
caring. You may discover you <i>are</i> a bit of a loner, and that’s
okay. This is particularly true for creatives and those who have
suffered for their uniqueness. Yet it is your uniqueness that can make
you great.</p>
<p>It doesn’t matter what labels they put on you. You can’t change their
actions. Instead, you must realize that deep down they know you’re
somehow different in ways they can’t understand. Whether that means you
become a target or are simply ignored, they know there is something
special about you, more specifically, you’re not like them—you’re not
like “everyone else.” And maybe that scares them a little because
they’re afraid to step out of the crowd—and you’re not.</p>
<p>What they sense is that you carry traits offering you the potential
to do great things, even if you don’t realize it or feel like it could
ever be possible. As it turns out, some of the worst things that have
happened in your past, particularly in your youth, formed the exact
survival traits you need to succeed as you trod forward.<sup>1</sup></p>
<p>Despite the obvious definitions of <i>hatch</i>, i.e., “hatching new
life from an egg,” “an escape hatch,” or “hatching a plan,” for readers
of this book “hatch” means all that and more. It means realizing that no
matter what brought you to this point, you have options and choices
available to you <i>right</i> <i>now</i> to help you to Hatch a new and
better life, one worth loving. And it doesn’t matter if they mark you
as “an outcast,” “a misfit,” or whatever else they want to label you
because once you “hatch” it will no longer matter. </p>
<p>Some of you are what I call the “Endurers.” You are still on the
inside of the “egg” feeling trapped and not realizing there is a whole
other, much better life waiting for you “out there.” (It’s hard to see
through those thick-shelled walls.)</p>
<p>Others of you have potentially “hatched” but are now looking at all
the broken pieces of your life. You may be feeling all “Humpty Dumpty”
(who couldn’t put it all back together again) and are wondering, “what
do I do now?” </p>
<p>This book is about how I found myself in those positions and hacked
my way out with very little guidance or direction. With much angst, I
began seeking my way as a young adolescent and continue to machete my
way forward as a senior. </p>
<p>As you read on, in Phase One, you’ll learn how to listen to and follow the longings of your heart. </p>
<p><b>Scratch that.</b> If you knew what your heart wanted and how to
follow it, you wouldn’t be reading this book. You’d be doing it.
Instead, in Phase One you’ll learn how to listen to your body groan and
soul weep. I’ll show you how those nagging little aches and pains,
illnesses, and even accidental injuries can be translated into Marvelous
Messages™ that can help you plan your Hatch. (This is where I had my
first real breakthrough in my life.)</p>
<p><b>In Phase Two</b>, we will circle back to your heart and all it
desires. I’ll teach you ways to identify what your heart’s aching for
you to do and how it ties into your soul’s purpose. Now, having a
clearer idea on what you really desire—(you have known it all along,
you’ve simply silenced it)—you can now set goals and a plan to obtain
it. We’ll take a “look back to leap forward” to understand how some of
the challenges you face today are the result of inherited trials that
were never properly resolved in the generations that came before you.
Lucky you, it’s now your turn to see if you can make it right. But,
you’ll also learn about the gifts implanted within your spiritual DNA to
help you along in your soul’s journey. </p>
<p><b>In Phase Three</b>, we will dig a little deeper. Having opened up
the lines of inner communication, I’ll show you many ways to recognize
and follow your intuition. </p>
<p><b>In Phase Four</b>, we will talk about the hard stuff—those
barriers holding you to where you are now and how to overcome them—fear,
mistaken perceptions, and other beliefs that cloud your mind and
prevent you from being the “you” you came here to be. </p>
<p><b>Lastly, in Phase Five</b>, you’ll see how, once you open these
doors to your body and soul, you not only are creating a new and better
path for your life, you can create a better world. And that is a true
transformation. Let’s begin…</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"> About Jamie Linn Saloff<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><strong></strong></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjc9jo1cGd_ElKlGw64eMT2I8RmXiYsPJWwoEVZxJ0fqkqCaoO3sN-IVGh_D0VO6jPbO2dPofoPQB37LEUqZJmEwHEq52yQ60X24gbbAy2_3DAnsvrA7E3ByqTzx1PKkRINpiJ7D5gC8z_UKFKD0l9-EFu7ACerpEzKkhR1YBYo-QupuvhmYp4cCrK4G3A/s410/Jamie%20Saloff%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="410" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjc9jo1cGd_ElKlGw64eMT2I8RmXiYsPJWwoEVZxJ0fqkqCaoO3sN-IVGh_D0VO6jPbO2dPofoPQB37LEUqZJmEwHEq52yQ60X24gbbAy2_3DAnsvrA7E3ByqTzx1PKkRINpiJ7D5gC8z_UKFKD0l9-EFu7ACerpEzKkhR1YBYo-QupuvhmYp4cCrK4G3A/s320/Jamie%20Saloff%20author.jpg" width="320" /></a></strong></div><strong><br />Jamie Linn Saloff</strong>
is passionate about aiding fiercely independent, misfit, square pegs
trapped in an unfulfilling life. Author, teacher, story weaver,
spiritual counselor, seer of visions, pathfinder, for over thirty years
Jamie’s taught how to reignite your heart by listening to your body
groan and your soul weep. She is the author of twelve books including <em>Hatch: A Change Your Life Guide</em> and her <em>Marvelous Messages™</em> series.<br />
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://www.MarvelousMessages.com">Website</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/JamieSaloff">Facebook</a> | <a href="http://www.facebook.com/JamieLSaloff">Facebook Author Page</a> | <a href="http://twitter.com/JamieSaloff">Twitter</a> | <a href="http://instagram.com/jamie_saloff">Instagram</a> | <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/jamiesaloff">LinkedIn</a> | <a href="https://tinyurl.com/38dknc49">Amazon Profile</a></span></p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> <br /></span><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-70033969854646915212023-09-19T23:00:00.002-05:002023-09-19T23:00:00.143-05:00Book Excerpt: Home Rule: Book III of The Tribal Wars by Stella Atrium #bookexcerpt #bookspotlight #blogtour <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkinFDe_jluzEkChIMMwp_37BgFdAYmjgWtIkeamkP6dh21YsuJ4hBJM_X_OMfSjkl7riw3vZz0sf06oWushkgBBTxv7KR1Ih-_7n32qrox-4J_j5H6PI38qCVOo646mLZRkd9EDpvKKNq9I8J7LreWhJOApPGGZRtn2x71WgZZtYD-8-sX4wgsZkHHwR/s640/Home%20Rule%2017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkinFDe_jluzEkChIMMwp_37BgFdAYmjgWtIkeamkP6dh21YsuJ4hBJM_X_OMfSjkl7riw3vZz0sf06oWushkgBBTxv7KR1Ih-_7n32qrox-4J_j5H6PI38qCVOo646mLZRkd9EDpvKKNq9I8J7LreWhJOApPGGZRtn2x71WgZZtYD-8-sX4wgsZkHHwR/w640-h480/Home%20Rule%2017.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYjN3DfVVJC-tW6r_LtbsfKw4wNscvwUaHBT9Cv5dY9nVymry6QyBe5KVXEI9z1lFLfQdF_HfTs182PJuGygod_HV3dN1EefrqKxi9_69f5-P-g5DnQDWtL_PDbceI8iuvFySjUzRA7rbKi6F6yj6feCH0oFJW8o0ZJa4ps_N_Ds8P7hTu8_Jq9Wm9jy3/s748/Home%20Rule.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYjN3DfVVJC-tW6r_LtbsfKw4wNscvwUaHBT9Cv5dY9nVymry6QyBe5KVXEI9z1lFLfQdF_HfTs182PJuGygod_HV3dN1EefrqKxi9_69f5-P-g5DnQDWtL_PDbceI8iuvFySjUzRA7rbKi6F6yj6feCH0oFJW8o0ZJa4ps_N_Ds8P7hTu8_Jq9Wm9jy3/w283-h400/Home%20Rule.png" width="283" /></a></div><br />Title: Home Rule: Book 3 of The Tribal Wars<br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Stella Atrium</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Stella Atrium Writes LLC</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 458</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Science Fiction </span><p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Sarafina
di Ramonicc In book 3 of the award-winning series, photojournalist
Hershel Henry witnesses the loss by self-torching of tribal women. The
Madquii and Gora tribes have laid siege to the city of Urbyd, and
Brianna Miller must seek a peace treaty. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Kelly
Osborn travels to Stargate Junction to set the wedding of ambassador
Otieno. Hershel Henry opens a gazette to report on pending elections for
home rule, but then shocking events upset their plans. </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C44QT91N">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C44QT91N</a></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"> Excerpt</span></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></span></h2><blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dkar was my landlord in Cylay. A Putuki man with bulging eyes that
judged everything, he owned a converted warehouse eight blocks from the
governor’s house, if you can call them blocks. I paid rent for two rooms
above the storefront where Cylahi-constructed furniture was sold to the
newly rich residents of the Putuki city section. People on the street
did not bother me much, sometimes to beg alms. My rooms were tossed and
robbed, however, whenever I left to pursue a news story. </span></span></i></h2>
<p><i>Aging and maimed warriors lingered in Cylay; desperate women with
toddlers, free-roaming fowl and pigs. Electricity came on for two hours a
day and the faucets never worked. Rabbenu Ely and the Putuki bazaari
still held authority in Cylay, but rabbenu provided few services to the
people. Unblessed ones, as poor residents were called, understood little
of where the city funds originated and why foreign aid arrived at the
governor’s mansion. </i></p>
<p><i>I was in Dkar’s office to lodge a complaint about being robbed again.
Dkar sat in a squeaky chair behind a desk scrounged from an abandoned
hotel. “The thefts are friendliness, Hershel Henry,” he said. “Their way
of saying that you are useful to them.”</i></p>
<p><i>“Look, if you refuse to take my complaint seriously—” </i></p>
<p><i>“I like you, Softcheeks,” he interrupted. “You can feel safe here.
Safe as long as you allow the activity. If you should bother Putuki
police about the theft, well . . . that’s different, huh?”</i></p>
<p><i>“Is that a threat? Are you making a threat?”</i></p>
<p><i>“I want to help you, Henry. I’m helping here. Tomorrow we go to the
bazaar, and there we find your solution.” Dkar leaned forward with a
grin, showing the absence of two teeth on the left side. “Trust me.” </i></p>
<p><i>I had washed the insect repellent from my hair and beard, now a
silvery blond against tan skin. I wore the dungarees and shirt of the
clutch of Kenru, provided to me when I first visited Uburu land. I had a
field vest with notepad and light meter. And I constantly wore the
sheathed beltknife that was a gift, more for show against the hungry
eyes of local beggars than for soldiering. </i></p>
<p><i>I was forced to keep my cameras and everything but a change of
clothes at the hotel Press Club. John Milan and other journalists jeered
at me for preferring to live among the people, and I was beginning to
get the message. </i></p>
<p><i>“You got a woman, Henry?” Doug Endicott guessed when I was sharing
drinks with John Milan and Regan Villines at the Press Club. Endicott
was the network dog who parceled out paychecks.</i></p>
<p><i>I squinted at his smirk. “Just closer to events.”</i></p>
<p><i>“You stink of that slum,” Endicott complained. “You bring their diseases in here.”</i></p>
<p><i>“I’ll try not to infect the tribes with your attitude.” </i></p>
<p><i>“Why did you even come to Westend?” Endicott demanded. “What was it,
Henry? The lure of exotic locales, or running away from a broken heart?”</i></p>
<p><i>“Where I come from, everything is broken. The savannah tribes have a purpose.”</i></p>
<p><i>Endicott shook his head slightly. “So . . . it’s the romance thing.
Your tour will end six months early. Mark my words. You’ll shake with
malaria chills for a decade.”</i></p>
<p><i>“Maybe not. Australian pioneer stock.”</i></p>
<p><i>“An urban pioneer?” Endicott realized his drink was empty and stepped to the bar for a refill. </i></p>
<p><i>The comtech over the bar had the volume turned down, but the news
clip replayed Rabbenu Ely announcing a new business in Cylay for an
upstart stock exchange. The rotund rabbenu wore a dark suit and blue
silk sash to designate his office. Ely made a stately stroll down a
gilded hallway to step up to the podium and face reporters. Three suited
Putuki men and General Sector in a starched uniform, head of Consortium
peace-keeping troops in Cylay, crowded behind Ely. </i></p>
<p><i>“Ely has gained weight,” Regan said derisively. “And he chose blue for that sash.”</i></p>
<p><i>“Why blue?” I asked.</i></p>
<p><i> “Blue is forbidden on the savannah,” Regan said, seated
shoulder-to-shoulder with me. “In honor of the blue macaw, the god-agent
of Rularim.”</i></p>
<p><i>“What’s a god-agent?” I asked. </i></p>
<p><i>“You have much to learn about the tribes, Henry.” John Milan said.
“It’s like a witch has a black cat, but some animals can share dream
images with favorites.”</i></p>
<p><i>“With you?” I asked him. </i></p>
<p><i>John made a snorting noise and looked around for the waiter. He sighed and went to the bar to order, lingering with Endicott. </i></p>
<p><i>“Why does General Sector lend himself to this charade?” Regan asked
as she watched the comtech news. “That’s the real question.” </i></p>
<p><i>We saw Ely encourage a shorter man in a blue suit to step up to the podium, further crowding the ministers. </i></p>
<p><i>“Manenowski! Can you believe it?” Regan said. Her weathered face and
khaki clothes tagged her as a veteran reporter. “He was promoted to
captain under General Sector,” she added. “He resigned his commission
for this new position as a stock trader. And Sector just stands there,
like that turncoat act was nothing at all. Man, this job will make you
cynical.”</i></p>
<p><i>John returned with drinks for him and Regan but not for me. I took
the hint. I headed out from the Press Club, just catching Regan’s
comment as she speculated to John Milan, “How much different from
Henry’s station in Australia is that slum alleyway?”</i></p></blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></span></h2>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"> About Stella Atrium<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB5Gp7ocrcgGXX3E6HvZ7R7_wclqweGJFbNvaLcNZzUbmidw8ubVmQMc4uyDwRT-ljvHkh-oaCnp04VrzwwbpV4abRTBGlXqjr7KMSRYQsQsj2S-5NEoOpEFLI-vh3RN8lKPLUE9eRyGgoIeHSn3aESTAmiHJsq7LozPbXvXvZTqRndEn9FTnPdaM9dVw/s588/Stella%20Atrium.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="509" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB5Gp7ocrcgGXX3E6HvZ7R7_wclqweGJFbNvaLcNZzUbmidw8ubVmQMc4uyDwRT-ljvHkh-oaCnp04VrzwwbpV4abRTBGlXqjr7KMSRYQsQsj2S-5NEoOpEFLI-vh3RN8lKPLUE9eRyGgoIeHSn3aESTAmiHJsq7LozPbXvXvZTqRndEn9FTnPdaM9dVw/s320/Stella%20Atrium.png" width="277" /></a></div><br />Stella Atrium is writing <em>The Tribal Wars</em>
series. The first trilogy is available as ebooks and in print. BookLife
has awarded the Editor’s Pick designation for each book upon its
release. </span>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><em>Home Rule</em>
rounds out the first trilogy and received first place in the 2023
Artisan Book Review Awards for Science Fiction and Fantasy. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Book 4 titled <em>Tribal Logic</em> is scheduled for release in early 2024. Also be certain to pick up Atrium’s standalone novel <em>Seven Beyond</em> that won a 2014 Reader’s Favorites award in science fiction. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="https://stellaatrium.com">https://stellaatrium.com </a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a href="https://www.twitter.com/SAtriumWrites">https://www.twitter.com/SAtriumWrites </a></span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SAtriumWrites">https://www.facebook.com/SAtriumWrites</a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-28809035739673334922023-08-02T23:00:00.001-05:002023-08-02T23:00:00.143-05:00Book Excerpt: Blood & Water by Linda Armstrong-Miller #bookexcerpt #bookspotlight #blogtour<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihCCQ00xSkGDV-SYGWi_ovo2G8uHTmJSreO4os7XntZplACzDkF-oGlvferbP-jQu6I27loClqx75vgi87uzkhqxUjqFtqMeBuZ7_jLiCQYGRccWHYmbhESP72XE5OzqFViSpiqn_8uPRlH3BUSIKYHpaOmahNtWJ__IrxWgEepyB5er4ujg7hOSS4KG8r/s640/Blood%20&%20Water%2022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihCCQ00xSkGDV-SYGWi_ovo2G8uHTmJSreO4os7XntZplACzDkF-oGlvferbP-jQu6I27loClqx75vgi87uzkhqxUjqFtqMeBuZ7_jLiCQYGRccWHYmbhESP72XE5OzqFViSpiqn_8uPRlH3BUSIKYHpaOmahNtWJ__IrxWgEepyB5er4ujg7hOSS4KG8r/w640-h480/Blood%20&%20Water%2022.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCqzfcbeMQWKdCjva2XMq5RqVzZwrt9nlEvrbjA1z4AfiaNl0eNF9-1iXqgYc_L6V3dGfxYB5UpGsex_I6UjZjJGGpmfYjw01iEUk-YxfW_BjuRVGwqXgDYpWqcApNxDLjikMb2S13vDHaLM1ZKag-oOTXhFFazClwMNDJY8-DwDo8aMsg4QhwumqetmA/s697/Blood%20&%20Water.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="514" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCqzfcbeMQWKdCjva2XMq5RqVzZwrt9nlEvrbjA1z4AfiaNl0eNF9-1iXqgYc_L6V3dGfxYB5UpGsex_I6UjZjJGGpmfYjw01iEUk-YxfW_BjuRVGwqXgDYpWqcApNxDLjikMb2S13vDHaLM1ZKag-oOTXhFFazClwMNDJY8-DwDo8aMsg4QhwumqetmA/w295-h400/Blood%20&%20Water.png" width="295" /></a></div><br />Title: Blood & Water</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Linda Armstrong-Miller</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Dorrance Publishing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 266</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Christian Thriller<br />
</span><p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Lisa Rivers is a
genius with a photographic memory. She is the youngest, highest paid
computer designer for the Department of Defense. Her program promises no
more POWs and can be used domestically. No more missing children. So,
how is it that Lisa is kidnapped? How was her identity discovered? Is
she still alive and if so, can she be found before it is too late? </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/35nwbkz3">https://tinyurl.com/35nwbkz3 </a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/bdcu442x">https://tinyurl.com/bdcu442x </a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/tbn9suhe">https://tinyurl.com/tbn9suhe</a><br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"> Excerpt</span></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></span></h2><blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Sunday
morning, Sam Rivers and his son Zach ran from the parking lot to the
entry of the emergency room. The run had only been a hundred yards but,
with the guilt Sam carried, twenty extra pounds, and no sleep in the
past twenty-four hours, he found himself panting and sweating as if he
had just run a marathon.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">He bent
over, placed a hand on each knee for support. As he did, sweat joined in
the center of his smooth, black forehead, ran down to a point, and
dropped off his nose as he held his head first down then up, trying to
catch his breath.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The few
gray strands at his temple appeared to outshine the rest of his black
hair. If this is what getting old is all about, Sam decided he didn’t
want any part of it. He stood and wiped his face. The sweat made his
skin look like dark shiny caramel.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Breathing
less like an asthmatic old man, Sam led Zach through the door-way. Once
inside, they felt lost and overwhelmed. They stopped, looked around for a
familiar face then tried not to panic when they didn’t find one.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">As Sam looked around, he continued to work on controlling his breathing and on the catch that had seized his right side.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">There were
two areas where they could seek help, triage and the information
desk—both busy. Between the two areas was a door sporting a Staff Only
sign. Sam thought about trying the door. Before he could, a young woman
wearing baggy blue jeans and a sagging yellow T-shirt—Sam could only
guess she was someone wanting to be seen but hadn’t—beat him to it.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The exasperated attendant of the information desk turned to her and asked, “Can’t you read?”</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“I was just looking for the bathroom,” the lady with the yellow T-shirt said then sucked her teeth.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“That sign don’t say Bathroom.” He pointed down the hall to a sign that did.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">With that,
the attendant turned back to the young mother of two standing before
the information desk. The lady with the yellow T-shirt turned from the
door, flipped the attendant a bird then left through the doors Sam and
Zach had just entered.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The
waiting room was filled with mothers holding babies and with men and
women reading magazines as they waited for one of the too-few rooms to
become available. Sam and Zach felt like intruders as they walked
through the waiting room trying to find a way back into the patient care
area; unwilling to wait. On the way to the bathrooms, they passed a man
holding his head down as if snoozing, a lady sitting next to him,
trying to quiet her crying baby. He never looked up but she watched them
suspiciously as they walked through.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">After
checking the phone and bathroom areas, Sam and Zach had no choice but to
go back and wait for someone at either the triage area or information
desk to become available. There were two nurses at triage. One,
somewhere in her early twenties, was assisting an elderly white-haired
lady—who was not making her job easy. For some reason, the lady kept
trying to pull her blouse up and show the nurse something underneath.
Each time she did, the woman exposed her undergarment. The nurse noticed
Sam, smiled then looked back at the elderly lady.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The other
nurse, mid-thirties, maybe older, was with a young mother who was
holding a runny-nosed little boy. He squirmed, trying to get down. When
he didn’t get what he wanted, he screamed for all to hear, “Let go!”</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">More
focused and quicker than the younger nurse, the older nurse finished
with the mother who couldn’t control her child then moved on to yet
another mother and child combo. When done, she turned to Sam and Zach.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, may I help you?” she asked.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Her name
was Tish, no last name, just Tish. She was light skinned with sandy
brown hair, which was pulled tightly into a ponytail. Tish was heavy-set
with a pretty face but, for some reason, she seemed unwilling or unable
to smile. She looked tired, although it was only 0800.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Tish
looked at Sam through the open glass partition which separated them as
he approached. “Yes, I’m Detective Rivers. My daughter was just brought
in by helicopter.” Sam who was tired and had pain in both his knees and
his legs also found it hard to smile at 0800.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The pain
in his knees and legs were the least of the pain he felt, the pain that
encompassed his heart threatened to encompass the rest of him. He felt
all of the fifty-three years that made up his life catching up with him.
At least he was no longer panting. He was thankful for that.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, let me get the patient representative. She’ll be able to…”</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“I don’t
want the patient representative.” Sam walked away from Zach, meaning for
him to stay where he was, and approached the door. Zach followed
anyway. "I want to see my daughter, Lisa Rivers. I know she's here?"</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Sam looked
through the open door into the hallway located behind triage. He
wondered where Special Agent Frank Millwood was. Sam couldn’t help
feeling angry at Frank. He knew they were coming. Where was he? Why
hadn’t he made arrangements for them to be taken straight back upon
their arrival?</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, at the moment—” Tish started again.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“There was an FBI agent that came in with my daughter, Agent Millwood.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Where is he?” Sam interrupted her again.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Detective
Rivers, Zach, over here.” They turned and saw Millwood standing in the
hallway, at the end of the waiting room. The sight of him immediately
made Sam forget he had been angry at him. In fact, he was glad to see
him. According to Frank’s partner, Sam couldn’t ask for anyone better to
protect Lisa. That kind of praise from one lawman about another was
gold.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Saturday
night, when Frank was called in, before Lisa’s rescue had gone down,
Frank had been dressed in a nice coat and tie. Sam marveled that all he
had to show for the day’s wear and tear was a little dirt. As far as Sam
was concerned, that made him a lucky man.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Frank had
thick curly brown hair with even thicker and curlier eyelashes, the kind
that women envied. He had perfect white teeth that flashed easily.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Sam found him easy to like and trust—something he rarely found, especially the first time he met someone.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Millwood
was a second-generation FBI agent, joining the agency because it was
expected of him. If Millwood was feeling the pressure of walking in his
father’s footsteps, it didn’t show.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Thank God,” Sam said leaving Tish and triage.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Millwood
waved at Tish, indicating that Sam and Zach were friends, not foes. This
didn’t seem to impress Tish one way or the other, but she said nothing
more, allowing the two to pass.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">As Sam and
Zach walked with Millwood, it appeared that he was either already
familiar with this emergency room or he’d done a lot of investigating
since arriving. He led them down a long hallway that had no patient
examination rooms, just closed doors.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">They went
about halfway down that hall and turned to the right, which placed them
in an area that did have examination rooms. They passed the mother with
the runny-nosed little boy. She was chasing him in the hallway while
other patients watched her. Some were laughing at her and encouraging
the little boy to run faster.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Millwood
caught the kid and held him for his mother. He then flashed a look at a
young, white male of about twenty-two, sporting tattoos of horned
serpents all over his right arm. The look said, I dare you to say
another word.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">When the mother had her son in the room again, Millwood pulled the door shut and the three of them continued.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">They made a
left onto another hall and Millwood led Sam and Zach to room 104, where
all else ceased to exist for Sam. The door to the room was open and no
one in the room seemed to realize visitors were standing outside looking
in. Sam and Zach watched the flurry of activity centered on a stretcher
that sat in the center of the room.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Lisa laid
on that stretcher, attached to three IVs—one in each arm, and another
one with four tails extending from it, protruded from her neck. Two
one-liter bags, which were almost empty, hung from an IV pole; their
fluids ran into Lisa’s veins. A small bag with the word Dopamine and the
life saving liquid from two units of blood were also running into
Lisa’s bruised and battered body.</em></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">As if that
weren’t enough, she also had wires running from her small chest to a
cardiac monitor mounted to the wall. Other wires ran from her chest and
back to another monitor that sat on a red cart. Without being told, Sam
and Zach knew what all the activity was about. Lisa had gone into
cardiac arrest and now she was being resuscitated. She had coded.</em></span></h2></blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></span></h2>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"> About Linda Armstrong-Miller</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYh0cNiCkvsE_YvZEU4_GkhB5fP0VoC_t1sK3xMS9frAv9qlxGDOCySiwej0tZ9Kq9Xze-UxKaT2EcS57c63Ft4_5FywUQNXjPCJUCkxbX7ZYN61xTfuXueY90X7tf9jDILg0IbDVSx_VZ1dWExMiN1GUIPgEUQvWwgX6TlXf1vqlfe-NE4QM9ctWTerT3/s336/Linda%20Armstrong-Miller%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="334" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYh0cNiCkvsE_YvZEU4_GkhB5fP0VoC_t1sK3xMS9frAv9qlxGDOCySiwej0tZ9Kq9Xze-UxKaT2EcS57c63Ft4_5FywUQNXjPCJUCkxbX7ZYN61xTfuXueY90X7tf9jDILg0IbDVSx_VZ1dWExMiN1GUIPgEUQvWwgX6TlXf1vqlfe-NE4QM9ctWTerT3/w251-h253/Linda%20Armstrong-Miller%20author.jpg" width="251" /></a></div>Linda
Armstrong-Miller has worked in the medical field for over twenty years.
In that time she has worked as a counselor, registered nurse in the
emergency room, ICU, Recovery Room, and she has worked with children
placed in psychiatric hospitals. She understands when a family is in
crisis and she has been with them during their time of distress,
depression, anxiety and difficulty. She believes in God and uses her
belief as well as her experience when writing. Blood and Water is her
second book published. Touched is her first book. Currently she is
working on a young adult trilogy.<p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Website:<a href="http://lindaarmstrongmillerauthor.com"> lindaarmstrongmillerauthor.com</a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/lindaam1">https://twitter.com/lindaam1</a> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100039732613292">https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100039732613292</a> <br /></span></span></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-6437571384076630582023-07-16T23:00:00.001-05:002023-07-16T23:00:00.137-05:00Book Excerpt: Mom's Search for Meaning: Grief and Growth After Child Loss by Melissa M. Monroe #bookexcerpt #bookspotlight #blogtour <p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_y_DO-Eolrcd71W1jYCu6hLAt36kiOpnkXzRDKQKNFJ9R1xoi4oKwjaETSNt-qvUgcUi1DFtM6KsUhVVDhTW-tBlpWaJhj1bTPVMzEMytEgQYkWiI6bf_nbOm8Pdb4ft41oECKs7FesY6wrPVCcQsuJLZERaBbxjpR48QfoZ2AwYiwIvl5q9jNMAgSX8z/s640/Mom's%20Search%20for%20Meaning%2017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="640" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_y_DO-Eolrcd71W1jYCu6hLAt36kiOpnkXzRDKQKNFJ9R1xoi4oKwjaETSNt-qvUgcUi1DFtM6KsUhVVDhTW-tBlpWaJhj1bTPVMzEMytEgQYkWiI6bf_nbOm8Pdb4ft41oECKs7FesY6wrPVCcQsuJLZERaBbxjpR48QfoZ2AwYiwIvl5q9jNMAgSX8z/w640-h364/Mom's%20Search%20for%20Meaning%2017.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MvtGQHo_HZfZ40Ao7j7GLIFISroAXZP3O52joyeVZbfuaMM8EjgnATRuBMnJ8_gShpgBWDYeWd5Y3H0pGndZCy4aOy4aeUu0f5PtC1_KBXwwcMK1rcf0Uzjvx2ZKA49uZmW6JjEeNto0OC-LbmclPyXFSRc8rl5iC3H43zc-8FiM5bIDqyPtsRN8B5XH/s558/Mom's%20Search%20for%20Meaning%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="374" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MvtGQHo_HZfZ40Ao7j7GLIFISroAXZP3O52joyeVZbfuaMM8EjgnATRuBMnJ8_gShpgBWDYeWd5Y3H0pGndZCy4aOy4aeUu0f5PtC1_KBXwwcMK1rcf0Uzjvx2ZKA49uZmW6JjEeNto0OC-LbmclPyXFSRc8rl5iC3H43zc-8FiM5bIDqyPtsRN8B5XH/s320/Mom's%20Search%20for%20Meaning%20cover.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>Title: Mom’s Search for Meaning: Grief and Growth After Child Loss<br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Melissa M. Monroe</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 276</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Memoir<br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Paralyzed by guilt,
grief, and PTSD after her 2-year-old daughter Alice died in her sleep of
unknown causes, acupuncturist Melissa Monroe determined not to become a
victim in the story of her life. While taking the advice she had given
to many grief and trauma patients throughout the years, hoping she could
create a meaningful life without closure, she took notes throughout her
healing process. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Struggling to advance
her timeline beyond that of her daughter’s – and still eager to be the
keeper of Alice’s stories – Melissa began to write about Alice’s life
and the impact of her death. She became her own lab rat, trying various
approaches to healing with the hope that her experience might be helpful
to others stuck in a trauma time loop. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">As much a study of trauma’s effect on time perception as it is an intimate view into the heart and mind of a bereaved mother, <em>Mom’s Search for Meaning</em> shows us that meaning resides in the search itself…with a spoonful of gallows humor to help the medicine go down.</span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/yrmuumc6">https://tinyurl.com/yrmuumc6</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/mryd9z7s">https://tinyurl.com/mryd9z7s</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/123189454">https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/123189454</a><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Billy Dees Podcast: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMzd6XXm-kU">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMzd6XXm-kU</a></span><p></p><p></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p></p><p>
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<p></p><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA646e1sXT_i7t1_K9iAFaIU_Aw2FprNN-H6MffXPL7H7h2vEDpSJnhGAUzFtzEO2kX04HSiotIu396IYIQ5UBafrDgKOdbYhphEkdoS1bHvTzZP0-2X3swOOIRYbQsoueBQ1NM18nE8bJoDdl8YxZI9keBAKtljBDym_HI0m1f2BuvbUi5jYmRrYrWgOC/s1158/Mom's%20Search%20for%20Meaning%2012.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="399" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA646e1sXT_i7t1_K9iAFaIU_Aw2FprNN-H6MffXPL7H7h2vEDpSJnhGAUzFtzEO2kX04HSiotIu396IYIQ5UBafrDgKOdbYhphEkdoS1bHvTzZP0-2X3swOOIRYbQsoueBQ1NM18nE8bJoDdl8YxZI9keBAKtljBDym_HI0m1f2BuvbUi5jYmRrYrWgOC/w220-h640/Mom's%20Search%20for%20Meaning%2012.gif" width="220" /></a></div>"When everything we love turns to ash, all we have is love. I began
to realize that if I marched toward the love — even on a day when I felt
like shit — I would always be guided and surrounded by love. If I
cursed the path, I wouldn’t see the love that was all around me and
would find a cursed path.</i><p></p>
<p><i>When Alice died, it became crystal clear to me that nothing
matters but love. That clarity was notable because not one other thing
was clear. But more importantly, I began to see that love doesn’t die.
My love for Alice went nowhere; I just didn’t know what to do with all
that love when her body was no longer here, when I could not interact
with her personality or hug her chubby belly. It was clear to me my love
for her survived though her body did not. I could still feel her,
though I couldn’t see or touch her. Grief is love in the absence of the
recipient of the love.</i></p>
<p><i>Grief is the phantom limb of love.</i></p>
<p><i>This meant I had to learn how to love someone no longer here ...
and to do that, I had to focus on the love that was here. And there was
so much love around me, thank God.”</i></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><p><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW28epX1GH6JFyzfYYnICoCs9Gt6nrN9qWsOje3Cv--pFJ4dSBtcUJgoPFUmBz0SpxisNyzVjU0rpcv9vkZJTaarpEdwbdwD2atxskjVtN_2rGeZ-YzRgOUHeWfsLuZmpdLOs3c2WvbPA3IagUZjhCihQidOW4EnJdRmZJ-viieocXskyR3SAJyYvlKbyo/s1100/Mellisa%20M.%20Monroe%20and%20child.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="1099" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW28epX1GH6JFyzfYYnICoCs9Gt6nrN9qWsOje3Cv--pFJ4dSBtcUJgoPFUmBz0SpxisNyzVjU0rpcv9vkZJTaarpEdwbdwD2atxskjVtN_2rGeZ-YzRgOUHeWfsLuZmpdLOs3c2WvbPA3IagUZjhCihQidOW4EnJdRmZJ-viieocXskyR3SAJyYvlKbyo/s320/Mellisa%20M.%20Monroe%20and%20child.JPG" width="320" /></a></i></div><i>Now living in Los
Angeles with her daughter Grace, Melissa M. Monroe was born in Yuma, AZ.
She attended Loyola University in Chicago. After finishing at Loyola,
she studied modern dance at University of Chicago. In 1995, she moved to
California to train in Pilates, yoga, and acupuncture, which she
practices as a professional. </i><p></p>
<p><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.melissamariemonroe.com">http://www.melissamariemonroe.com </a><br />
</span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/tripleMMeaning">https://twitter.com/tripleMMeaning</a><br />
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<p><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MelissaMarieMonroeAuthor">https://www.facebook.com/MelissaMarieMonroeAuthor</a><br />
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<p><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Tik Tok: <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@triplemmeaning">https://www.tiktok.com/@triplemmeaning</a><br />
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<p><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/melissammonroe/">https://www.instagram.com/melissammonroe/</a><br />
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<i><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">LinkedIn: <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/melissa-monroe-b0b1197/">https://www.linkedin.com/in/melissa-monroe-b0b1197/</a></span></i><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-78299208245996421342023-07-11T23:00:00.001-05:002023-07-11T23:00:00.136-05:00Book Excerpt: Becoming Flawesome by Kristina Mand-Lakhiani #bookexcerpt #bookspotlight #blogtour #BecomingFlawesome<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOQVuNecoVUOafVqZENrQXO3hUq4OusXL_f71VvE-SlSNWqcOjWsjDW4pSxOWb3MewgMxG9SLR0xieOr02u2p4a7gvsC484eHU1pIEeaM71vjlug17RgP3a04WDfGxnW6AglX1TacPvZ7tOilugqQ3pLGJj37qNaOsljsZAPb5LRABY2x8gURyOvFUfkl/s640/Becoming%20Flawesome%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOQVuNecoVUOafVqZENrQXO3hUq4OusXL_f71VvE-SlSNWqcOjWsjDW4pSxOWb3MewgMxG9SLR0xieOr02u2p4a7gvsC484eHU1pIEeaM71vjlug17RgP3a04WDfGxnW6AglX1TacPvZ7tOilugqQ3pLGJj37qNaOsljsZAPb5LRABY2x8gURyOvFUfkl/w640-h480/Becoming%20Flawesome%2015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJ9HfVRrwYgE_-X0M3AgA-NlT1UtUDusLaFM_eZ47gekKZQ-mCJmEgB0AaoaE0MDNlqAsHaGmFHaUMpQ7m-q8ejE2O0swHHdRUyxlHNZq4JgIFJBAEyGcKuSa6vRGjmTskyV3Axrnh_w-jIcIVGouc7uPO9NcQkaHYXUgRsh-eQYZVqRk-6saiwTNswxm/s621/Becoming%20Flawesome%207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="621" data-original-width="406" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJ9HfVRrwYgE_-X0M3AgA-NlT1UtUDusLaFM_eZ47gekKZQ-mCJmEgB0AaoaE0MDNlqAsHaGmFHaUMpQ7m-q8ejE2O0swHHdRUyxlHNZq4JgIFJBAEyGcKuSa6vRGjmTskyV3Axrnh_w-jIcIVGouc7uPO9NcQkaHYXUgRsh-eQYZVqRk-6saiwTNswxm/s320/Becoming%20Flawesome%207.jpg" width="209" /></a></div>Title: Becoming Flawesome<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Kristina Mand-Lakhiani</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Hay House Publishing</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 280</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre:</span><span style="color: black;"> </span>Nonfiction</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"></span></span><p></p>
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</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6a0182e4-7fff-d643-a53b-8a71c652a737" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Perfection. We all dream of living by it, feeling it, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">being</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> it…</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And it is in the name of perfection that we demonise our flaws, make ourselves ‘less-than,’ and render ourselves vulnerable to the shame of not being good enough.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We live in a society that subliminally encourages us to wear metaphorical masks, slay our inner sadness, and ignore our imperfections, or as Kristina refers to them, her ‘dragons.’ </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even within the world of personal development and spirituality, toxic perfectionism lurks in the shadows. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Kristina’s upcoming book </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Becoming Flawesome #BecomingFlawesome</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, she reflects on her own story, her </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">battle against perfectionism</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, and what it took for her to return to what she now deems to be her most authentic self. Being described as “</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">10 years worth of therapy in one book,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">” </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Becoming Flawsome</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is a celebration of our whole selves, warts and all, and the glory that is to be found in living in our truth. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Every chapter is closed with reflection points and exercises to encourage the readers to dive deep into the essence of who they truly are, what their values are, and how to navigate an oftentimes overwhelming world. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In this book, Kristina breaks the mould as she takes the reader on a journey through:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><ul style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The dark, controversial side of ‘personal growth,’ and the insecurities that thrive on it</span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Self-care vs self-love, and why you need both</span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What authenticity actually is, beyond the buzz</span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The ‘Hermione Syndrome,’ and how to diagnose if you’re secretly suffering from it</span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; 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font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Societal masks, and how to remove them from your psyche </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Imposter syndrome in the world of high-flyers </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emotional literacy: how to cope with strong, painful emotions healthily </span></span></p></li></ul><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; 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<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOPoszGwkNBZfIAVowtto6V5ptVAGxzQx90DbNn7dddiJKs9Ka0iBbH-10LJPM8mc66ONENww-zIR953Z8rXmvgGOfNwenBtPvMJqtBusVnjlzwUTCkaCq7Ge1EIyInajpE3lWh3fXf-PaSm4slfJQJI4r6rAo34gwGNF3VyJvc5asxcrb4q5VM-ndA/s1158/Becoming%20Flawesome%202.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="388" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOPoszGwkNBZfIAVowtto6V5ptVAGxzQx90DbNn7dddiJKs9Ka0iBbH-10LJPM8mc66ONENww-zIR953Z8rXmvgGOfNwenBtPvMJqtBusVnjlzwUTCkaCq7Ge1EIyInajpE3lWh3fXf-PaSm4slfJQJI4r6rAo34gwGNF3VyJvc5asxcrb4q5VM-ndA/w214-h640/Becoming%20Flawesome%202.gif" width="214" /></a></div><br />The Key to Living an Imperfectly Authentic Life<p></p>
<p>Introduction</p>
<p>Let’s Begin</p>
<p>It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a good book has to start with a proper introduction.</p>
<p>And by “proper” I mean that it has to prime the reader for the
journey, raise excitement and set expectations, explain the process, and
make reading the book an experience both profitable and smooth. After
all, we are about to spend some time together on this journey.</p>
<p>Therefore, I was not surprised when on the first meeting with my
publisher I was asked if I would consider writing a proper introduction
to my book. You see—the original manuscript started with a story of me
pondering my future book while standing in the shower, warm water
running down my back, and my finger absentmindedly drawing random
patterns on the fogged-up glass.</p>
<p>I started this book during the long years of successive COVID
confinements, and I was planning to self-publish it because I wanted the
freedom to make decisions about the book—how to write, what to write,
what stories to include, what kind of experience to offer to my reader.
So, naturally, it wasn’t following any universally acknowledged truths
or conventions.</p>
<p>Yet, by the time I had to present my book-baby to the world, I felt
that I wanted to give it the best possible future, and I had to face the
big decision between my heart and my brain: Will it be self-published
(heart), or will I work with a traditional publisher (brain)? Going the
traditional way meant facing more choices between my quirky and
obstinate self-expression and conventional ways of doing things.</p>
<p>This book is about finding your way back to yourself, about
understanding who you really are, accepting your dents and scratches,
your quirky uniqueness and even your flaws. It is about thriving in
being unapologetically you, most flawesomely.</p>
<p>This book has been through the hands of several editors ever since I
put the last stop on its original manuscript. This journey has been both
emotional and transformative for me. I had to face my biggest dragon by
far—my obstinate need for pure self-expression—over and over again.</p>
<p>When do you follow convention, and when do you stick to your own principles and values?</p>
<p>There is no simple answer to this question, except: you have to learn to balance.</p>
<p>If you follow all the rules that your peers expect you to follow, you
bet all there is on a slim chance of the grand prize, but you do it at
the price of your own unique self-expression. At times, I felt like I
had to “sell my soul to the devil” for a chance at success.</p>
<p>But if you obstinately stick to your own unique quirks and
principles, you might end up being unheard and misunderstood so
universally that there is no point in writing a book. For it is the
readers who make a writer. Without the readers, a book is just a private
diary.</p>
<p>Reader, will you judge me if I tell you that this book is a delicate
balance between convention and my own uniqueness? Of course, I want you
to succeed. But I cannot give you the proper introduction to my book
because every book is a journey. This book has been my journey, and</p>
<p>now it is yours. I walked my path to my true self, to understanding what makes me truly me . . .</p>
<p>and what of that unique quirkiness is simply noise. You see, your
flaws and your dragons are there for a reason—they make you who you are,
but they also hold the key to your biggest value, to your mightiest
strengths, if you choose to look your dragons in the eye.</p>
<p>Now I am hoping that you will take this journey with me to your
unique destination—to finding the path back to you. I will be your
companion on this journey, but it is yours to take.</p>
<p>So why wouldn’t I tell you what’s ahead? Imagine if Gandalf told
Bilbo Baggins that on his journey, he would encounter trolls, go through
a perilous enchanted forest, and face a dragon in a far-away mountain.
Wouldn’t that be a bit of a spoiler?</p>
<p>I want you to take this journey back to you without any spoilers,
with an open heart, and trust that the destination is going to be worth
your effort. Because becoming flawesome is the best gift you can give to
yourself.</p>
<p>So, if you are ready, let’s begin!</p>
<div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><div><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BHYz1-0BzJ4XUOGIIZwnymF4WHLyQ8ZP/view?usp=share_link"></a></span></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF73fKSySP8V_5-Vcjfxfk22hf9szE5XdD6b8TnNEzDxdZ3LTlVl-w5Go0JP71MPpBs0IDiESbocddP8CLNgZ6Blj6c2lgbBUJcWlczDNaT8x9TlYfWn0tJKCFbgNsQ-H3VY5UOISLdSCqcuHx8SZECP6EuhIiebFMQR9bdonb8EAXhxvbzTGf8zaQ9Kc/s671/Kristina%20Mand-Lakhiani%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="671" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF73fKSySP8V_5-Vcjfxfk22hf9szE5XdD6b8TnNEzDxdZ3LTlVl-w5Go0JP71MPpBs0IDiESbocddP8CLNgZ6Blj6c2lgbBUJcWlczDNaT8x9TlYfWn0tJKCFbgNsQ-H3VY5UOISLdSCqcuHx8SZECP6EuhIiebFMQR9bdonb8EAXhxvbzTGf8zaQ9Kc/s320/Kristina%20Mand-Lakhiani%20author.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><i>Kristina Mand-Lakhiani is an international speaker, entrepreneur, artist, philanthropist, and mother of 2 kids. As a co-founder of <a href="http://mindvalley.com/">Mindvalley</a>,
a leading publisher in the personal growth industry, Kristina dedicated
the last 20 years of her career from teachers like Michael Beckwith,
Bob Proctor, Lisa Nichols, and many more. </i><p></p>
<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">She
started her career in a government office in her native Estonia and, by
her mid-20s, achieved a level of success mostly known to male
politicians at the end of their careers. It was shortly after that
Kristina and her then-husband Vishen founded Mindvalley. From a small
meditation business operating out of the couple’s apartment in New York,
the company quickly grew into a global educational organization
offering top training for peak human performance to hundreds of
thousands of students all around the world. </span></span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Kristina
believes life is too important to be taken seriously and makes sure to
bring fun into every one of her roles: as a teacher, mother,
entrepreneur, philanthropist, and world traveller. Kristina helps her
students to virtually hack happiness by taking them through her unique
framework - “Hacking happiness” - a unique framework of balancing your
life, taking in every moment, and paying close attention to the small
daily choices. </span></span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Kristina is also the author of three transformational quests - <a href="https://kristinamand.com/7-days-to-happiness/">"7 Days To Happiness</a>", <a href="https://kristinamand.com/#programs">"Live By Your Own Rules.</a>”
and "The Art of Being Flawesome". Kristina talks about personal
transformation, authenticity, understanding and accepting oneself, and a
path to happiness.</span></span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">In July 2023, with the help of Hay House Publishing, Kristina releases her very first book - "<a href="http://mindvalley.com/book/flawesome">Becoming Flawesome</a>"
#BecomingFlawesome. In her book, Kristina shares her own journey from
being on top of a personal growth empire like Mindvalley to stepping
aside, conscious uncoupling from her husband, and walking her path
towards being more honest with herself. </span></span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Website: <a href="https://kristinamand.com/">https://kristinamand.com/</a></span></span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kristinamand">https://www.facebook.com/kristinamand</a></span></span></i></p>
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thrilled to announce the release of Celia Bonaduce's new book, SMOOTH: LIFE HACKS TO GET YOU SMOOTHLY THROUGH CHEMO today!
To help celebrate, we are asking our readers if you can please pretty
please pick up a copy at<a href="https://tinyurl.com/ywf2mjc3" style="color: #15a3a3; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"> Amazon</a> and come back and tell us how you liked it? Or, leave a review while you're there!</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/s716/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="716" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/w553-h254/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" width="553" /></a></div><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Congratulations, Celia, on your new release, Smooth: Life Hacks to Get You Smoothly Through Chemo!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMEBc5CVOP8/XvO76FehkhI/AAAAAAAA36s/C8G4qPcQbgg-oFsPwB7JKFuFr14I9IG0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/balloons%2B2.png" style="color: #15a3a3; margin-left: 1em; 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box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfd1lu8Kz1NM6NOEVpj427jdah2JhR6sqX7S8P471I_0NXGPr_rhssx4Ru8sCO1dHX_Y_R1KzrT3W-crWRuT6kh0z5h3WZxVdj1ihvIMekbRld3yhCkEH2Zcisu0Zlsod-XeiDOQ_rjebaJdXmCloZ6oQRwHZyqBaQfaerAU8NYBb_WjdvRTHQW-tZQ/s694/Smooth.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="694" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfd1lu8Kz1NM6NOEVpj427jdah2JhR6sqX7S8P471I_0NXGPr_rhssx4Ru8sCO1dHX_Y_R1KzrT3W-crWRuT6kh0z5h3WZxVdj1ihvIMekbRld3yhCkEH2Zcisu0Zlsod-XeiDOQ_rjebaJdXmCloZ6oQRwHZyqBaQfaerAU8NYBb_WjdvRTHQW-tZQ/w640-h530/Smooth.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: Smooth: Life Hacks To Get You Smoothly Through Chemo</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Celia Bonaduce</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: BookBaby</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 100</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Nonfiction<br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">When cancer got in the
way of Celia traveling for her day job as a field producer on the hit
HGTV show, House Hunters, she did not let it stop her creativity. While
the road to her first nonfiction book was anything but SMOOTH, it was a
path that Celia felt compelled to explore. This collection of life hacks
comes from Celia’s own experiences living through chemo. </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon:<a href="https://amzn.to/3pmQoFa"> https://amzn.to/3pmQoFa</a></span><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX5fwfa8X_ZOWqrVsfm3BPuRVnATj-K-76_UwNBVqPJHxnkFZizxnZT8wLQpWWLoX7oiagxM10QQF_QPnI4DyBhjeePJwUYFAgcpt8atx0SQWlWYaEeH81F-NvTrynPIR4MxY0y_oMDxX5yACNiEntWUDY4aRWBOxiedksWftEC7_IBnpGBNAXDk67g/s782/Smooth%20happy%20book%20birthday%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="618" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX5fwfa8X_ZOWqrVsfm3BPuRVnATj-K-76_UwNBVqPJHxnkFZizxnZT8wLQpWWLoX7oiagxM10QQF_QPnI4DyBhjeePJwUYFAgcpt8atx0SQWlWYaEeH81F-NvTrynPIR4MxY0y_oMDxX5yACNiEntWUDY4aRWBOxiedksWftEC7_IBnpGBNAXDk67g/w506-h640/Smooth%20happy%20book%20birthday%202.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLYcij7jSwh7BUEJmoGteBpo2Rc2h8fg7leGoLwPZC6OXQV7z15QM44Zgwfl_A-fBy9MU8700CXTXrXOQJiLyUl6nqlYYuDrGSQVO5d59YJH8sPYxJai9iuyLf6h7omlcMfUALATA1TVXCfTFlg06XL9cBa7FlWl6Dh5RmS5HaJcPxnaOobSjYw5eLQ/s266/excerpt%20books.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="266" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLYcij7jSwh7BUEJmoGteBpo2Rc2h8fg7leGoLwPZC6OXQV7z15QM44Zgwfl_A-fBy9MU8700CXTXrXOQJiLyUl6nqlYYuDrGSQVO5d59YJH8sPYxJai9iuyLf6h7omlcMfUALATA1TVXCfTFlg06XL9cBa7FlWl6Dh5RmS5HaJcPxnaOobSjYw5eLQ/s1600/excerpt%20books.png" width="266" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span><p></p>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">One test had led to the next and then the next. I’d had two mammograms, an ultrasound, and a biopsy. So when the call came, I was ready.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Hi, Celia…” my doctor said, her voice trailing off. “It’s cancer.”</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Yeah,” I said, picturing my life as a novelist and a TV producer grinding to an immediate halt. “My village would have to be missing its idiot for me to not have suspected this.”</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So then I did the breast cancer thing—lumpectomy, chemotherapy, and radiation. I learned a lot about breast cancer (for example, that mine was Stage 1-B triple-negative breast cancer). But here’s a secret: while there are lots of books out there about women’s personal stories during their breast cancer journeys, when you’re going through it, you don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone else’s story. You just want to know how to get through it yourself.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">This isn’t a personal retrospective, nor is it a medical journal. But I do have some recommendations I’d like to pass along—just some ideas that might make your life easier during this most stressful of times. All the products mentioned are my personal favorites from my own chemo adventure. No company has endorsed, sponsored, or bribed me. The photographs of the products are beautiful and professional looking because my beautiful and professional friend Justine shot them.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As you start your journey, you will wonder where you will get the mental as well as physical strength to voluntarily show up for chemo month after month. But you will find that strength or that strength will find you. I hope these tips will make your trip easier.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Because it’s all about you.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As it should be.</span></span></i></h2>
<p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1fGEXX_5xyzSvior6glgwgSgQB11d8OcHAEToN-esWFqtU9XcmioTOHGHmz_A4od5BLlCRR7eZVB7R6ce0v39UZeXDlmtB-5tyg1z6U8veNKbN3pdXJOC6qqjKiQw3TuGIoOtd8507nu2d_QK0j9r5suZ0glJdB-r8yZTfCf650kVIUSxUd9FtWiGA/s581/About%20the%20Author%203.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="112" data-original-width="581" height="78" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1fGEXX_5xyzSvior6glgwgSgQB11d8OcHAEToN-esWFqtU9XcmioTOHGHmz_A4od5BLlCRR7eZVB7R6ce0v39UZeXDlmtB-5tyg1z6U8veNKbN3pdXJOC6qqjKiQw3TuGIoOtd8507nu2d_QK0j9r5suZ0glJdB-r8yZTfCf650kVIUSxUd9FtWiGA/w400-h78/About%20the%20Author%203.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMOkYwcvxVI4-7RthXMrwaBAlJxnD3aMwvx3sR1p8WQ1MkMoIjYM0j9E6h4p4udyjof-wbe78rPSuzaumn70yMpsZjDy9kkhLZsKrdATH5xdwArplvBz3RafbefNs1ELfhI6UvK58j0p9ITVU88dm4A5-QFf5IM6sE4XXo4_SRDHDE67rC9QcqLg3Mw/s592/Celia%20Bonaduce.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="545" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMOkYwcvxVI4-7RthXMrwaBAlJxnD3aMwvx3sR1p8WQ1MkMoIjYM0j9E6h4p4udyjof-wbe78rPSuzaumn70yMpsZjDy9kkhLZsKrdATH5xdwArplvBz3RafbefNs1ELfhI6UvK58j0p9ITVU88dm4A5-QFf5IM6sE4XXo4_SRDHDE67rC9QcqLg3Mw/w374-h406/Celia%20Bonaduce.png" width="374" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Celia Bonaduce is an
award-winning novelist, podcast writer, and television producer. Celia
spent fifteen years as a producer-director in lifestyle programming on
shows that include ABC’s Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and HGTV’s House
Hunters and Tiny House Hunters. As a novelist with Kensington
Publishing, Celia has written three trilogies: the Venice Beach
Romances, the Fat Chance, Texas series, and the Tiny House Novels. The
Tiny House Novel series won top honors with a Grand Finalist nod from
the New Apple Official Selection, first place in the Book Excellence
Awards and Gold from both the National Federation of Press Women and the
Elite Choice Awards. Celia is also a co-author of <i>A Texas Kind of Christmas</i>, an Amazon #1 Best Seller in Historical Romance that took Gold from the National Federation of Press Women. </span><p></p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-47455368698443940762023-06-26T23:00:00.001-05:002023-06-26T23:00:00.140-05:00Book Excerpt: Hush Hush City by Jo Denning @jo_denning #bookexcerpt #bookspotlight #blogtour<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQ4YUp82sH0OfcNW7Pobp9cJLfYQjEKNTTx4TclHUs-vlHKaOqQyIBwQyv85yt4WAE8OTwyk9m7sTY4HKO6s-VC0sywp3d6D_9FjtYBCbZI-9shYE7sZKvR_M_sIxtuv4hXwk_QMSa3yJ9F9K-mPTSxZLvPwsHFI-kF1hVJuJZm8HIybFaTBVe78/s688/Hush%20Hush%20City%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="688" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQ4YUp82sH0OfcNW7Pobp9cJLfYQjEKNTTx4TclHUs-vlHKaOqQyIBwQyv85yt4WAE8OTwyk9m7sTY4HKO6s-VC0sywp3d6D_9FjtYBCbZI-9shYE7sZKvR_M_sIxtuv4hXwk_QMSa3yJ9F9K-mPTSxZLvPwsHFI-kF1hVJuJZm8HIybFaTBVe78/w582-h184/Hush%20Hush%20City%20banner.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"></span></span><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name">
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<div><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><i><span id="docs-internal-guid-da539151-7fff-664b-9b30-6b1666d6dea9" style="background-color: transparent; color: #0f1111; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-f0ebaac8-7fff-b284-b4bf-399e2422408a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cruel Prince meets Law & Order in Hush Hush City, the thrilling sequel to Dead Blood City and second installment in the Saoirse Reilly series!</span></span></i></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span id="docs-internal-guid-da539151-7fff-664b-9b30-6b1666d6dea9" style="background-color: transparent; color: #0f1111; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></i></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzT9BrJiO3GzaJdomcHQGUhYlZUJ6Hyvq8IGP7RrDXszD0l5ghnovnJq8N-uTJCA9S6M3NDLbYnYMOR955voZdwTTkzOqmxqVhbOz-zokASRWY7NNH72_VLpQzT7MY3l84uIS50OT725Og-LWvwv_jS8bwTxTzqwESLlsFa2uUMADyqSUdf91XD4/s761/Hush%20Hush%20City.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="554" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzT9BrJiO3GzaJdomcHQGUhYlZUJ6Hyvq8IGP7RrDXszD0l5ghnovnJq8N-uTJCA9S6M3NDLbYnYMOR955voZdwTTkzOqmxqVhbOz-zokASRWY7NNH72_VLpQzT7MY3l84uIS50OT725Og-LWvwv_jS8bwTxTzqwESLlsFa2uUMADyqSUdf91XD4/w466-h640/Hush%20Hush%20City.png" width="466" /></a></div><p></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-4228c015-7fff-45a9-8d05-3a252dc97f26" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><p></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-73aceb05-7fff-a7b8-7299-7b7e161268cb" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span></p></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Title: Hush Hush City</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Jo Denning</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Leabhar & Fola Publishing House</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 330</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre:</span><span style="color: black;"> </span>Dark Urban Fantasy Romance</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p>
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</p><p>Cruel Prince meets Law & Order in Hush Hush City, the
thrilling sequel to Dead Blood City and second installment in the
Saoirse Reilly series! Saoirse Reilly, police detective and wayward
psychic, is still reeling from the events of Dead Blood City. Her lies
are piling up but there’s no time to deal. She and her loved ones are in
danger once again. While investigating the murder of a Boston
blueblood, Reilly is drawn into a supernatural power struggle centuries
in the making. </p>
<p>Ancient monsters are prowling the streets and Domenico Alderisi,
newly installed vrykolakas master, needs Reilly’s help securing his
territory – which just so happens to be her hometown. Alderisi, once her
enemy, may be the only one who can save the city. But he has his own
agenda and a taste for Reilly’s blood. The only way for Reilly to
protect all she holds dear may be to rely on her two-faced teacher, Dr.
Emrys Somerled. The criminal psychologist and occult expert is something
more than human. If anyone can take on monsters, it’s him. And he’d
like to get closer to Reilly than ever before. There’s just one problem.
Somerled is keeping secrets, too, and there’s nothing more dangerous.
After all…</p>
<p>Stepping out of the silence is scary but secrets can kill.</p>
<p>Will Reilly escape the web of death and deception?</p>
<p>Find out in this urban fantasy meets gritty noir detective novel
featuring imperfect heroes and slow burn dark romance with beautiful
monsters who can’t be trusted.</p>
<p>Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/41Z1UUq">https://amzn.to/41Z1UUq</a></p>
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felt a shift in the air as the winding road through Boston’s jumbled
brick became a straight shot cutting through the tidy squares of
Cambridge. Full trees obscured my view of the pastel mansions along
Brattle Street aka The King’s Highway, a moniker worth a thousand words.
While a sense of belonging was a rarity in my life, the disconnect was
inescapable in the well-to-do neighborhood Somerled beckoned me to. </i><p></p>
<p><i>West Cambridge once housed revolutionaries and artists. Now the historic homes priced the average resident right out the door. </i></p>
<p><i>The good doctor must feel at ease here. </i></p>
<p><i>Me? I wanted to go back to bed in my barely-within-the-realm-of-reasonably-priced, cramped South End apartment. </i></p>
<p><i>What the fuck was I doing? </i></p>
<p><i>Not three months ago, I would’ve told Somerled to jump in the
Harbor if he told me to meet him anywhere at three thirty-two a.m. </i></p>
<p><i>Or anywhere at any time of day, for that matter. </i></p>
<p><i>Now I was parking my dusty Jeep on the street in front of some
Boston Brahmin’s inviting eight-foot-high steel fence. The vehicle took
the brunt of my frustration as I slammed the door. Manicured hedges
might have softened the fence but their lines were even harsher than the
metal tines piercing the night sky. </i></p>
<p><i>There was an intercom by the entrance. Before I could lift my hand to it, the gate creaked open. </i></p>
<p><i>Because that wasn’t creepy at all. </i></p>
<p><i>A fountain percolated in the center of the verdant grounds. Some
people milled around near the entryway. On closer inspection, I realized
they were statues. Bronze approximations of regular humans, unlike the
residents of the butter-yellow mansion at the other end of the
cobblestone path. </i></p>
<p><i>If the front yard was fancy, the house itself was fucking excessive. </i></p>
<p><i>It was at least four stories. Towering columns banked the grand
entrance and fussy white trim wrapped the windows. Multiple brick
chimneys stacked along the exterior walls for the multiple fireplaces
inside. The whole display was topped off with a balcony fit for Juliet
to hang from. </i></p>
<p><i>Jamming my hands in my pockets, I trotted down the stupidly long
front walk. I took the many, many front steps two at a time and stopped
at the front door. Now what? </i></p>
<p><i>The pure white door opened, depositing Somerled’s unfairly dapper
form onto the piazza. He wore a three-piece suit in burgundy plaid
despite the late summer heat because, well, you already know why. </i></p>
<p><i>“Ah, Saoirse,” he said, “I see you have arrived without issue. I
wondered if you would be too inebriated for travel at this time of
day.” </i></p>
<p><i>“Fuck you,” the curse dropped from my lips without conscious thought. “What do you want? And you’re welcome, by the way.” </i></p>
<p><i>I could be polite. </i></p>
<p><i>He smiled. “Of course. It is gratifying to find you here.” </i></p>
<p><i>“You told me to come here. And I stopped drinking! Fuck knows why. You’re the one—” </i></p>
<p><i>“So I did. Shall we go inside?” </i></p>
<p><i>I planted my feet on the piazza, arms crossing over my chest. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.” </i></p>
<p><i>“It appears one of my patients has been the victim of a homicide,” Somerled said as though commenting on the muggy weather. </i></p>
<p><i>“What?” </i></p>
<p><i>“I believe—” </i></p>
<p><i>“No, I heard you just… what?” I scrubbed my hands over my face. “What happened? Why are you here?” </i></p>
<p><i>He clicked his tongue. “His family requested my support with this
delicate matter.” “Okay,” I said, “you need to do whatever the cops tell
you.” </i></p>
<p><i>“Yes, and what is that?” </i></p>
<p><i>No. This is not happening. </i></p>
<p><i>“You did call the cops, right?” </i></p>
<p><i>“Obviously, I am currently engaged in that process,” he scoffed. </i></p>
<p><i>An inadvertent sound encompassing all of the frustration of interacting with Somerled escaped me. </i></p>
<p><i>“Saoirse?” </i></p>
<p><i>“No, not me,” I shouted. “Like the actual— Like dispatch!” </i></p>
<p><i>He laughed. He actually fucking laughed at me. “The actual police? To whom am I speaking?” </i></p>
<p><i>“What if the guy’s not dead?” My voice pitched higher with disbelief and a touch of panic. </i></p>
<p><i>“I assure you he is.” </i></p>
<p><i>My hands went from cradling my forehead to ripping out my hair. “Is the scene secure? Do you even know if it’s safe? What if—” </i></p>
<p><i>“Calm yourself,” he said. “It is your job to attend to such eventualities, is it not?” “For fuck’s sake. You stay out here.” </i></p>
<p><i>“It is a bit late for that, I am afraid.” </i></p>
<p><i>“Stay. Here.” I pointed to a patch of wood planking. “And call nine-one-one!” I threw open the door and stepped inside. </i></p>
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Reilly series. She has spent her career as a behavioral health
therapist supporting kids and teens who struggle with addiction. Jo
began writing supernatural crime thrillers as a way of processing the
traumatic things she has seen and heard. Her characters may be
supernatural but their stories, their fear, and their pain are real. So,
too, are the triumphs over impossible odds.<br /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">When she’s not writing, Jo enjoys baking,
drawing, and watching trashy reality TV. She makes her home somewhere in
the contiguous United States with her husband, one fluffy cat, and one
barely domesticated cat.</p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Jude Hopkins</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Wild Rose Press</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 292</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre:</span><span style="color: black;"> </span>Women's Fiction</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p>
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</p><p>It’s September 1995, the first year of the rest of HADLEY TODD’S life. After a decade in Los Angeles, trying and failing to launch her career as a playwright, Hadley has returned to her hometown in rural New York to write and to be closer to her lonely, ailing father–not that he always welcomes the help. Between looking after him and teaching Shakespeare to teenage malcontents at the local high school, Hadley is determined to produce a masterpiece before 36. She even joins a writing group, thinking the structure will keep her focused. Hadley hopes to channel her recent heartbreak from being dumped in L.A. into writing a play about the last moment of a woman’s innocence, a play that an agent friend in Hollywood has promised to produce. But she struggles with writer’s block and seeks inspiration.</p>
<p>Enter TREY HARDING, a young, handsome sports reporter for a local radio station who covers sports at the high school where Hadley teaches. Trey reminds Hadley of her L.A. ex and is the perfect spark to touch off her imagination. Trey has two girlfriends who work at the school, giving Hadley a great perch from which to watch and write down their interactions. The fact that Trey is an aspiring rock star and she has L.A. record biz connections makes the alliance perfect. She dangles promises of music biz glory while watching his moves. But after they both go to Hollywood, Hadley learns that believing in herself is all the inspiration she needs.<br /></p>
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<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Listen,” he said while taking her right hand in his. “We shook these hands on a deal that said you’d introduce me to someone in the music biz, right?”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">She nodded. His hand was smooth and dry. She ever-so-slightly tightened her fingers in his grip.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Then let’s skip these so-called lessons. I’ve already made arrangements through a friend to get a demo made this weekend. So all you have to do is honor that handshake and arrange for me to meet your connection in Hollywood, OK? Just a name, a phone call to introduce me.”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Her play would fail with no inspiration. And stuck with carrying out the worst part of the deal! How did this happen?</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“OK,” she said, but not in a commanding voice.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Good,” he said. He released her hand, breaking what she worried might be the last physical connection she’d ever have with him.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">He grabbed his guitar case and headed for the door.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Wait!” she shouted at him, taking long strides to keep him from leaving. “One more thing. What about you?”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“What about me what?”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“You. Have you ever fallen in love?”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">He winked at her. “All the time.”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">She’d have the last word, something she realized was important to her. “I think it’s wrong, all these women you lead on. Don’t you? I mean, they may get attached, fall for you. But you seem to use them, to see what you can get out of them for your own purposes. I think that’s wrong, They’re human beings, after all. With feelings.”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">He turned around, his eyes drained of any light. “They use me, too. It’s not like they’re not getting anything out of it.”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“What am I getting out of this?” she asked him, if not rhetorically.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">He stood on one hip, a move that made him appear more rakish than usual. “I really don’t know, Miss Todd. I wondered that myself. I thought perhaps you were bored or intrigued. Or maybe you’re a control freak.” He took a step toward her so he was within half an inch of her face. “Or maybe you’re just like the rest and can’t resist me.”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Hadley stood her ground. “How do you know when it’s over? The moment when love, or lust, turns into something else. Something not as passionate?”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“I don’t think about it,” he said, returning her gaze. “It’s something that happens. Maybe it’s not one moment. It just is.”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>He turned around and walked out of the room.</i> </span></span></h2>
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</p><p style="text-align: left;">Jude Hopkins has published essays in The Los Angeles Times, Medium, and elsewhere, as well as poetry in numerous journals and magazines. Her work can be found on her website at <a href="http://www.judehopkinswriting.net">judehopkinswriting.net</a>.</p>
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please pick up a copy at<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Babe-Woods-Jude-Hopkins/dp/1509248439/ref=sr_1_1?crid=UDYUTWUIQRZR&keywords=jude+hopkins+babe+in+the+woods&qid=1677248702&sprefix=jude+hopkins,aps,194&sr=8-1" style="color: #15a3a3; text-decoration-line: none;"> Amazon</a> and come back and tell us how you liked it? 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color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span>Congratulations, Jude, on your women's fiction new release, Babe in the Woods!</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMEBc5CVOP8/XvO76FehkhI/AAAAAAAA36s/C8G4qPcQbgg-oFsPwB7JKFuFr14I9IG0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/balloons%2B2.png" style="color: #15a3a3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="1600" height="205" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMEBc5CVOP8/XvO76FehkhI/AAAAAAAA36s/C8G4qPcQbgg-oFsPwB7JKFuFr14I9IG0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/balloons%2B2.png" style="background-attachment: initial; 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color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7AIw4hTdoNHsoThzhM_o_nbiQGn6kocWIaeCkF9AzCTYsLemn43kVwn9F_M9MBxDxcwCiQVQl4Jr_yCmaIAYGj5fkld5nLJrbyYHlmRe_4DWh7QMwF_HBKa_-tiNyxgp0pEegw_Kcqup0sY9QBpQNXlM5vA2B10wHp4NTpq2gbPkigUsuCLFtlE/s1158/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%207.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7AIw4hTdoNHsoThzhM_o_nbiQGn6kocWIaeCkF9AzCTYsLemn43kVwn9F_M9MBxDxcwCiQVQl4Jr_yCmaIAYGj5fkld5nLJrbyYHlmRe_4DWh7QMwF_HBKa_-tiNyxgp0pEegw_Kcqup0sY9QBpQNXlM5vA2B10wHp4NTpq2gbPkigUsuCLFtlE/w222-h640/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%207.gif" width="222" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's
September 1995, the first year of the rest of HADLEY TODD'S life. After
a decade in Los Angeles, trying and failing to launch her career as a
playwright, Hadley has returned to her hometown in rural New York to
write and to be closer to her lonely, ailing father - not that he always
welcomes the help. Between looking after him and teaching Shakespeare
to teenage malcontents at the local high school, Hadley is determined to
produce a masterpiece before 36. She even joins a writing group,
thinking the structure will keep her focused. Hadley hopes to channel
her recent heartbreak from being dumped in L.A. into writing a play
about the last moment of a woman's innocence, a play that an agent
friend in Hollywood has promised to produce. But she struggles with
writer's block and seeks inspiration.</span></span> <p></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;">Enter
TREY HARDING, a young, handsome sports reporter for a local radio
station who covers sports at the high school where Hadley teaches. Trey
reminds Hadley of her L.A. ex and is the perfect spark to touch off her
imagination. Trey has two girlfriends who work at the school, giving
Hadley a great perch from which to watch and write down their
interactions. The fact that Trey is an aspiring rock star and she has
L.A. record biz connections makes the alliance perfect. She dangles
promises of music biz glory while watching his moves. But after they
both go to Hollywood, Hadley learns that believing in herself is all the
inspiration she needs. </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;">Amazon: <a data-mce-href="https://amzn.to/41FoWQa" href="https://amzn.to/41FoWQa">https://amzn.to/41FoWQa</a> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble: <a data-mce-href="https://bit.ly/451nn20" href="https://bit.ly/451nn20">https://bit.ly/451nn20</a></span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDGGkpMQuNOBP62fTNQ-u9g1A4wfXjL3W_dV-3XEg7ZMCzGy6O_Ay3i0zMBK_Mw-4CYdQ0omG9ugKtky_55oAzUeLThXfthTvT4TxTsDp53t0O3_KPa29TckWtH2flcON1t8u-DIR7pYvEIKkkZ2BxMJ-bxcH5Vz5wCEmuQLlsCaw-etS2K_WQ7I/s839/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20happy%20birthday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="547" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDGGkpMQuNOBP62fTNQ-u9g1A4wfXjL3W_dV-3XEg7ZMCzGy6O_Ay3i0zMBK_Mw-4CYdQ0omG9ugKtky_55oAzUeLThXfthTvT4TxTsDp53t0O3_KPa29TckWtH2flcON1t8u-DIR7pYvEIKkkZ2BxMJ-bxcH5Vz5wCEmuQLlsCaw-etS2K_WQ7I/w418-h640/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20happy%20birthday.jpg" width="418" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">About Jude Hopkins</span></span></span><br /></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLlEg9phDYJhA0Kmn5ZLGtdZaYhAGlDUOa0FzfkyYgs2TyY7R-iU_jXaSvZpgDHZ2MDqxE5Ol4sh5Lesy9W5xUxdMG_BBDfpElp50_IIa_gOqezL5TdjzyK8KMsqwGG_qr0bUZPGc-Xlv3ELlWpTPWZZisF536D-1v5Il5XFcwEY86V8EKFw36_c/s556/Jude%20Hopkins.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="556" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLlEg9phDYJhA0Kmn5ZLGtdZaYhAGlDUOa0FzfkyYgs2TyY7R-iU_jXaSvZpgDHZ2MDqxE5Ol4sh5Lesy9W5xUxdMG_BBDfpElp50_IIa_gOqezL5TdjzyK8KMsqwGG_qr0bUZPGc-Xlv3ELlWpTPWZZisF536D-1v5Il5XFcwEY86V8EKFw36_c/s320/Jude%20Hopkins.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jude
Hopkins has published essays in The Los Angeles Times, Medium, and
elsewhere, as well as poetry in numerous journals and magazines. Her
work can be found on her website at <a data-mce-href="http://www.judehopkinswriting.net" href="http://www.judehopkinswriting.net">judehopkinswriting.net</a>. <p></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a data-mce-href="http://www.twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy" href="http://www.twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy">www.twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy </a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">Medium: <a data-mce-href="https://medium.com/@heyjudehopkins" href="https://medium.com/@heyjudehopkins">https://medium.com/@heyjudehopkins</a></span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"> </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/E_5kzXC67ek" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe> <br /></span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"> </span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"></b></div></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzg2aAxndG0EAOUrOmdj8CyPslod-V6yx1B6iX4Yi1kpxcSZpiEhVUzRf_s6rhBT36GwXzIgNfODsjY-WU-Say0gd4lmXYpERi2WH6gSOEPdYBZMsn9rkLyDaVJUcLjFz6Wqt7oxe_6JTCyB7JBEVnP58moieNJjygeEVp79QOuzRaBjEB6A5L2hU=s268" style="color: #15a3a3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="268" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzg2aAxndG0EAOUrOmdj8CyPslod-V6yx1B6iX4Yi1kpxcSZpiEhVUzRf_s6rhBT36GwXzIgNfODsjY-WU-Say0gd4lmXYpERi2WH6gSOEPdYBZMsn9rkLyDaVJUcLjFz6Wqt7oxe_6JTCyB7JBEVnP58moieNJjygeEVp79QOuzRaBjEB6A5L2hU=w640-h449" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><br /><br /></p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-39183363057333056332023-05-24T08:28:00.004-05:002023-05-24T08:28:33.391-05:00Book Excerpt: Crossing a Fine Line by W.L. Brooks #CrossingAFineLine<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwZzE6wunj5FpOs0Z-fTXdM7QHIU3pYs_khge3WkJrtodSFeWSSIgFlyB3DCwt_63D0ppQ803P-vRMI72kHvwSrrRTJmUur5u-OepkvVoGrUnkLLeLN8s3BA2QpdK-HSZIMF4ovFLnzJjK0qkB2DkI-4q0pJGlbygnMtghb2J4Dp9nJfbtTTTPjM/s682/Crossing%20a%20Fine%20Line%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="682" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwZzE6wunj5FpOs0Z-fTXdM7QHIU3pYs_khge3WkJrtodSFeWSSIgFlyB3DCwt_63D0ppQ803P-vRMI72kHvwSrrRTJmUur5u-OepkvVoGrUnkLLeLN8s3BA2QpdK-HSZIMF4ovFLnzJjK0qkB2DkI-4q0pJGlbygnMtghb2J4Dp9nJfbtTTTPjM/w604-h194/Crossing%20a%20Fine%20Line%20banner.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://puybvirtualbookclub2.blogspot.com/2023/02/pump-up-your-book-virtual-book-tour_02129586401.html"></a>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: Crossing a Fine Line: The McKay Series Book Five</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: W.L. Brooks</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: The Wild Rose Press</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 314</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: </span>Romantic Suspense<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p>
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</p><p>Fletcher J. McKay has been shot, driven insane, and tortured by a
madman, so what’s one more psycho coming after her? But this foe’s
disturbing attempts to extinguish Fletch’s light leave her shaken.
Running out of options, she must consort with the enemy.</p><p>Fletcher
is undoubtedly Sheriff Noah Reed’s nemesis. Their discord began with an
irrevocable outcome of an unforeseeable trauma, but duty demands he
keeps her safe. The closer he gets, the more his loathing turns to lust.</p><p>Devastated
by loss, Fletcher agrees to go into Noah’s protective custody. Passion
takes them across the boundaries of their animosity, but is their
tentative bond enough? Or is the line between love and hate, as with
life and death, fixed.</p>
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walked barefoot to his office and poured himself a scotch. He closed
his eyes as the liquid traced a molten path to his stomach. Shaking it
off, he sat at his desk and flicked on the TV for background noise. On
top of his stack of mail was a letter with his name on it, one that
hadn’t been there before. <p></p>
<p>Opening the drawer to his left, he pulled out a pair of latex gloves.
Using every precaution, he unsealed the envelope and dumped out the
contents. </p>
<p>He picked it up with his thumb and forefinger and unfolded the paper. </p>
<p>Reed around the rosy </p>
<p>Someone’s too damn nosy</p>
<p> Ashes to embers </p>
<p>Make sure he remembers </p>
<p>Ashes take flight</p>
<p> Someone dies tonight </p>
<p>What the hell? Someone had been in his house. He squeezed his eyes shut. She’d broken in before. Hadn’t she?</p>
<p> Damn it; this had gone too far. He got a plastic baggy from the
kitchen, put the note inside, slipped on his loafers, and grabbed his
keys. So much for getting any sleep tonight.</p>
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</p><p style="text-align: left;">W.L. Brooks was born with an active
imagination. When characters come into her mind, she has to give them a
life- a chance to tell their stories. With a coffee cup in her hand and
a cat by her side, she spends her days letting the ideas flow onto
paper. A voracious reader, she draws her inspiration from mystery,
romance, suspense and a dash of the paranormal.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A native of Virginia Beach, she is
currently living in Western North Carolina. Pick up her latest novel,
Unearthing the Past - available now!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Website: <a href="http://www.wlbrooks.com/">www.wlbrooks.com</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorwlbrooks">http://www.facebook.com/authorwlbrooks</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16200243.W_L_Brooks">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16200243.W_L_Brooks</a></p>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: BookBaby</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 91</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Thriller<br /></span><p></p>
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</p><p>Fateful Connections tells the story of four people brought
together by the tragic events of 9/11 in the United States. These four
individuals were attending a conference in Seattle, Washington, and
found it nearly impossible to make it back to their homes, which were
scattered across the country. They decide to rent a car and drive
together, as they cannot get any flights home. As rental cars are also
impossible to come upon, they find a friend who has access to a
repossessed car, which he is willing to rent out. Unbeknownst to the
friends, the rightful owner of the car wants his car back, and as they
find out, hidden inside the car are drugs and guns. What ensues is a
dangerous journey which impacts the four friends’ lives forever. The
story follows them on their harrowing journey home, then one and two
years later as they meet up for an annual reunion. </p>
<p>The strengths of this story are the easy-to-read narrative and
compelling plot. The author introduces four intriguing main characters,
as well as a number of antagonists, who hunt down the friends and engage
in dangerous and illegal plans to not only recapture their guns and
drugs, but also kill the friends so there are no witnesses to their
illegal activities. The reader is instantly drawn into the storyline,
and moves along with the characters as they experience fear, joy, love,
and relief. The plot is compelling, and the reader cannot help but
become invested in the lives of these four main characters.</p>
<p>Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/41WDECT">https://amzn.to/41WDECT</a></p>
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</a><p style="text-align: left;">President Bush was making another
announcement. The Federal Aviation Administration had issued the first
national ground stop in US history, prohibiting departures for all
civilian aircraft. After the third hijacked plane struck the Pentagon,
all aircraft were ordered to land at the nearest airport. Three and a
half hours after the first plane hit, all US airspace was clear. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly,
Ethan, who had been unusually quiet, jumped to his feet. “Our flights!”
he yelled. “We don’t have any way to get home!” </p><p style="text-align: left;">The room was silent. “Maybe we could rent a car,” Harper suggested. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Henry
sprang into action, calling every car rental agency in Seattle. Nothing
was available. Dismayed, he sank into his chair. “What are we going to
do now?” </p><p style="text-align: left;">After thoughtful silence, Owen
spoke up. “I have a friend over on Yesler Way who repossesses cars.
Maybe he might have an idea what we could do.” </p><p style="text-align: left;">Everyone
agreed, hoping for a solution to their transportation dilemma. Ethan
had to get home to San Jose, California; Owen to Santa Clarita,
California; Harper to Phoenix, Arizona; and Henry to Austin, Texas. All
of them, industry-leading CEOs of No. 1 ranked companies, had flown in
to attend this elite executive conference. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Owen
interrupted a conversation about the ramifications of air travel being
halted. “My friend Jimmy says he has a car we can use. They don’t
usually rent them, but in these unusual circumstances, he doesn’t see
any problem. It was repossessed a while ago, so the guy has had lots of
time to make up his payments. Jimmy said we can pick it up anytime.” </p><p style="text-align: left;">“Wait a minute,” objected Ethan. “Are you sure it’s legal?” </p><p style="text-align: left;">“We don’t have any other options,” confirmed Owen. </p><p style="text-align: left;">“Let’s pack, get some sleep, and leave in the morning,” instructed Henry, always the leader. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Jimmy had the car ready for them early the next day. </p><p style="text-align: left;">“What happens if that guy gets the money and comes back for his car?” asked Ethan, still worried about this being a smart idea. </p><p style="text-align: left;">“He’s probably got another set of wheels by now,” answered Jimmy. “Don’t think we’ll ever see his ugly face again!”</p>
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</p><p style="text-align: left;">Karen Charles is a children’s book
author and educator. She lives with her husband on a beautiful bay in
Washington State. Her latest book is the thriller, Fateful Connections.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Website: <a href="https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2">https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Twitter: <span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"><a href="https://twitter.com/karenra24229683">https://twitter.com/karenra24229683</a></span></p>
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<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-228e0370-7fff-93fb-1135-376886b666b3" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-d74e44b2-7fff-1907-8b4c-fe7cdae2b4f1" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My book is about coming to terms with yourself with your life with a chronic condition and eventually thriving…</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-228e0370-7fff-93fb-1135-376886b666b3" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tQDG6qbHfIuYaMs8JLeqiJNHenGC-WfV0n2YWFoDVmP2VGsaRau0H_Zo9JcUUAtZFqbGDjKIPmls9hdujM-bGAce4H20WxFYgMkarEvig8_D0b1_QXH_oBMkKUT0IU6gl1PyBJX4P65xpjQXgAKfq8QptxxUWoy67c-UyizeFyTJq4twc127-dk/s680/Coping%20and%20Thriving%20with%20a%20Chronic%20Condition.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="508" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tQDG6qbHfIuYaMs8JLeqiJNHenGC-WfV0n2YWFoDVmP2VGsaRau0H_Zo9JcUUAtZFqbGDjKIPmls9hdujM-bGAce4H20WxFYgMkarEvig8_D0b1_QXH_oBMkKUT0IU6gl1PyBJX4P65xpjQXgAKfq8QptxxUWoy67c-UyizeFyTJq4twc127-dk/w478-h640/Coping%20and%20Thriving%20with%20a%20Chronic%20Condition.png" width="478" /></a><span id="docs-internal-guid-228e0370-7fff-93fb-1135-376886b666b3" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div></span></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-228e0370-7fff-93fb-1135-376886b666b3" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></div><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-4228c015-7fff-45a9-8d05-3a252dc97f26" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><p></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-73aceb05-7fff-a7b8-7299-7b7e161268cb" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span></p></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Title: Coping and Thriving With a Chronic Condition</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Carla Cobbs</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Carla Cobbs</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 88</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre: Nonfiction</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;">
</p><p>No single soul on this planet is fortunate enough to have smooth
sailing when it comes to dealing with life challenges. Everyone has to
go through the twists and turns of life while keeping their sanity
intact and growing as a person. However, the journey becomes much more
challenging if you have to cope with health complications as well.</p>
<p><i>Coping and Thriving with a Chronic Condition</i> is a guidebook
for people who are suffering from a chronic disease. This book not only
discusses the difficulties such patients face to assure them that they
are not alone in their journey but also presents ways to ease their
suffering and eventually thrive while living with a chronic condition.
It also aims to help those without a chronic condition learn more about
the challenges of living with a life-long health condition so they can
empathize with such patients.</p>
<p>Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/3lbaVux">https://amzn.to/3lbaVux</a></p>
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<p>When a certain disease or a medical condition is persistent or
usually lasts for more than three months, it can be categorized as a
chronic disease. The symptoms or effects usually stay for a long time
and might worsen with the passage of time. For instance, diseases like
diabetes, cardiovascular disorders, arthritis, and hypertension can
usually be controlled but not cured, so the patients are left with no
option but to adapt to the changes such diseases enforce in their
lifestyles. Chronic disease is different from a terminal illness as it
allows the patients to live while managing their symptoms. Terminal
illness, on the other hand, ends with a person’s death. </p>
<p>Chronic diseases usually target different areas of the body. For
instance, having a cardiovascular disorder might affect the functioning
of the lungs as well. Although there are treatments available to help
ease the pain and suffering of the person affected by chronic
conditions, such diseases are not fully responsive to treatments. People
with chronic diseases may also experience a <i>relapse </i>period
where the symptoms go away temporarily and reappear after some time.
Chronic diseases are usually regarded as “non-communicable” diseases due
to their non-contagious nature or non-infectious causes. However, a few
chronic diseases, like HIV or COVID, are an exception that can be
caused by transmissible infections. Regardless of the root cause,
chronic diseases are one of the most common types of medical conditions
affecting millions of people worldwide. A person can suffer from more
than one chronic disease simultaneously. In fact, having one kind of
chronic disease makes you more prone to others. It is estimated that 40%
of adults in the United States have at least two chronic
conditions.[2] </p>
<p>The effects of chronic illness on the human body can range from mild
to severe. For instance, a cardiac arrest or a stroke might be
immediately life-threatening. In contrast, diabetes can be long-lasting
and is usually not fatal if its symptoms are managed properly. Most
chronic diseases, such as arthritis, persist throughout the person’s
life without risking death. </p>
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</p><p style="text-align: left;">Carla Cobbs was born with a condition
called Arthrogryposis that affects all limbs, especially legs. She uses
an electric wheelchair for mobility. Despite her chronic condition she
graduated with a Bachelor’s of Science (BS) from Bowie State University
then pharmacy school at University of Maryland School of Pharmacy. After
being offered employment in Texas post graduation, she lived there for
most of her career. She worked as a pharmacist for about a decade
educating the public about medications, side effects, diseases, and the
healthcare system. Additionally, she recognized the number of people
that were struggling with coping, thriving and accepting themselves and
chronic illness. Currently, she is retired but continues to educate the
public by writing the book Her hobbies include movies, jazz, music,
aquatic aerobics, swimming, festivals, art, photography, card games,
sport events. Carla is devoted to her faith and spirituality.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">You can visit her website at <a href="http://www.carlacobbscreates.com">www.CarlaCobbsCreates.com</a>.<br /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: Crossing a Fine Line: The McKay Series Book Five</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: W.L. Brooks</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: The Wild Rose Press</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 314</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: </span>Romantic Suspense<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p>
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</p><p>Fletcher J. McKay has been shot, driven insane, and tortured by a
madman, so what’s one more psycho coming after her? But this foe’s
disturbing attempts to extinguish Fletch’s light leave her shaken.
Running out of options, she must consort with the enemy.</p><p>Fletcher
is undoubtedly Sheriff Noah Reed’s nemesis. Their discord began with an
irrevocable outcome of an unforeseeable trauma, but duty demands he
keeps her safe. The closer he gets, the more his loathing turns to lust.</p><p>Devastated
by loss, Fletcher agrees to go into Noah’s protective custody. Passion
takes them across the boundaries of their animosity, but is their
tentative bond enough? Or is the line between love and hate, as with
life and death, fixed.</p>
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walked barefoot to his office and poured himself a scotch. He closed
his eyes as the liquid traced a molten path to his stomach. Shaking it
off, he sat at his desk and flicked on the TV for background noise. On
top of his stack of mail was a letter with his name on it, one that
hadn’t been there before. <p></p>
<p>Opening the drawer to his left, he pulled out a pair of latex gloves.
Using every precaution, he unsealed the envelope and dumped out the
contents. </p>
<p>He picked it up with his thumb and forefinger and unfolded the paper. </p>
<p>Reed around the rosy </p>
<p>Someone’s too damn nosy</p>
<p> Ashes to embers </p>
<p>Make sure he remembers </p>
<p>Ashes take flight</p>
<p> Someone dies tonight </p>
<p>What the hell? Someone had been in his house. He squeezed his eyes shut. She’d broken in before. Hadn’t she?</p>
<p> Damn it; this had gone too far. He got a plastic baggy from the
kitchen, put the note inside, slipped on his loafers, and grabbed his
keys. So much for getting any sleep tonight.</p>
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</p><p style="text-align: left;">W.L. Brooks was born with an active
imagination. When characters come into her mind, she has to give them a
life- a chance to tell their stories. With a coffee cup in her hand and
a cat by her side, she spends her days letting the ideas flow onto
paper. A voracious reader, she draws her inspiration from mystery,
romance, suspense and a dash of the paranormal.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A native of Virginia Beach, she is
currently living in Western North Carolina. Pick up her latest novel,
Unearthing the Past - available now!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Website: <a href="http://www.wlbrooks.com/">www.wlbrooks.com</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorwlbrooks">http://www.facebook.com/authorwlbrooks</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16200243.W_L_Brooks">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16200243.W_L_Brooks</a></p>
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<br /> <span style="font-size: large;">It is our pleasure to announce Mike Martin's <span style="color: #2b00fe;">ALL THAT GLITTERS</span> Cover Reveal! Isn't that one beautiful cover!<br /></span></div>
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<b>Author</b>: Mike Martin<br />
<b>Publisher</b>: Ottawa Press and Publishing<br />
<b>Pages</b>: 282<br />
<b>Genre</b>: Mystery </p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p>Sergeant Winston Windflower is moving on to a new chapter of his life, no longer an RCMP officer but now a Community Safety Officer in his home of Grand Bank, Newfoundland.</p>
<p>But when a body is found in the bed and breakfast he co-owns, diamonds are found in the body’s digestive system, and then Windflower’s friend Dr. Sanjay, who was given the diamonds for safekeeping, is kidnapped, it’s clear that crime has returned once more to Grand Bank.</p>
<p>Windflower finds himself back in the thick of it, helping his newly promoted friend, RCMP Corporal Eddie Tizzard, track down a ruthless diamond smuggler who will stop at nothing — kidnapping, even murder — to pull off his dirty business.</p>
<p>This is another finely spun Windflower mystery that contrasts suspense and tension with the joys of friendship, family, and gratitude.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ottawapressandpublishing.com/products/pre-order-all-that-glitters-by-mike-martin-release-date-may-22-2023">Ottawa Press and Publishing</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com/All-That-Glitters-Windflower-Mystery-ebook/dp/B0C3SGWMWT/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1683827708&refinements=p_27%3AMike+Martin&s=books&sr=1-2">Amazon U.S.</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/All-That-Glitters-Windflower-Mystery-ebook/dp/B0C3SGWMWT">Amazon CAN</a> <br /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDNPclZLL8Uaw7G5mxyp4flz3SfZYBo9DZ3lCE-iNqwwsiuegJJERhlNCWykWLDcm7_Yyv5IGESrEMIfNd6l4_JFhR4bzYjnLtwVIHOdo10WfaYF3w79QP_00lYCDA2D9K37BQByBLQgPBnl4zoEB0WVnmQY0y8dMf-Rd35qtuhHULJkw1JbYkAE/s569/all%20that%20glitters%20about%20the%20author.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="569" height="57" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDNPclZLL8Uaw7G5mxyp4flz3SfZYBo9DZ3lCE-iNqwwsiuegJJERhlNCWykWLDcm7_Yyv5IGESrEMIfNd6l4_JFhR4bzYjnLtwVIHOdo10WfaYF3w79QP_00lYCDA2D9K37BQByBLQgPBnl4zoEB0WVnmQY0y8dMf-Rd35qtuhHULJkw1JbYkAE/w537-h57/all%20that%20glitters%20about%20the%20author.png" width="537" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWYJ_YFIjMQrLIBZpf2wKTEC3qisTFUsmPaAGCRwIcwW0pG1ydQwHm7kwIonS3wWm5aSlHMPNaQCwCooSAfJqyUawFHB8EmLV876Uv59JvpQJV-cH7T-8fkGT8mbkxiQ2o1rXPFSX1J-3yMX1YU7wYmuUiON9RU47fUkiUXURMF_mU5INvN5mfxQ/s700/Mike%20Martin%20lg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="700" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWYJ_YFIjMQrLIBZpf2wKTEC3qisTFUsmPaAGCRwIcwW0pG1ydQwHm7kwIonS3wWm5aSlHMPNaQCwCooSAfJqyUawFHB8EmLV876Uv59JvpQJV-cH7T-8fkGT8mbkxiQ2o1rXPFSX1J-3yMX1YU7wYmuUiON9RU47fUkiUXURMF_mU5INvN5mfxQ/w640-h506/Mike%20Martin%20lg.png" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
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</p><p>Mike Martin was born in St. John’s, NL on the east coast of Canada and
now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance
writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers,
magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand.</p>
<p>He is the award-winning and best-selling author of the award-winning Sgt. Windflower Mystery series set in beautiful Grand Bank. There are now 13 books in this light mystery series with the publication of <i>All That Glitters</i>. </p>
<p><i>A Tangled Web</i> was shortlisted in 2017 for the best light mystery of the year, and <i>Darkest Before the Dawn </i>won the 2019 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award. </p>
<p>Some Sgt. Windflower Mysteries are now available as audiobooks and the latest <b>A Tangled Web</b> was released as an audiobook in 2023. All audiobooks are available from Audible in Canada and around the world.</p>
<p>Mike is Past Chair of the Board of Crime Writers of Canada, a national organization promoting Canadian crime and mystery writers and a member of the Newfoundland Writers’ Guild and Capital Crime Writers.</p>
<p>Website: <a href="https://sgtwindflowermysteries.com/">https://sgtwindflowermysteries.com/</a></p>
<p>Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/mike54martin">http://www.twitter.com/mike54martin</a></p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-52950262424141612792023-05-08T23:00:00.001-05:002023-05-08T23:00:00.133-05:00Book Excerpt: What Did Jesus Say by Terry Allan Christian<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XQu_Nm9ONSE7IDRXBCK0QWuxZJmVQaZwls7F4fByNJxaxe8tJOQ_vWHQLpVLX84XjyzGDm_1tZQ4DqpUc4VGGFJ6oKR8KF6aXHku6z3RWbEZLpu_bcnx-83g0PXV193zhpH60Szi1kHB1_985dgYZBezXin0jO6ib6FAOiKg4g4nBnZkPcZoVIFAjg/s566/What%20Did%20Jesus%20Say%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="378" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XQu_Nm9ONSE7IDRXBCK0QWuxZJmVQaZwls7F4fByNJxaxe8tJOQ_vWHQLpVLX84XjyzGDm_1tZQ4DqpUc4VGGFJ6oKR8KF6aXHku6z3RWbEZLpu_bcnx-83g0PXV193zhpH60Szi1kHB1_985dgYZBezXin0jO6ib6FAOiKg4g4nBnZkPcZoVIFAjg/s320/What%20Did%20Jesus%20Say%20cover.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">What Did Jesus Say: The Seven Messages From the Master</span><p>
<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Rev. Terry Allan Christian<br /></span>
<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Divine Publication<br />157 pages</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Christian / Gospel</span><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Imagine
you’re walking down the beach, and you come across a crowd waiting for
Jesus to appear and teach them. What would he say? Would he talk about
current religious and political conflicts, or would he speak about Love,
Light, and Truth? Join us as we go for a walk with Jesus, and listen to
his words as he shares with us the Seven Messages from the Master. Each
spiritual message reveals His teachings that will strengthen and guide
you to a most peaceful life in Christ.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/404q0fA">https://amzn.to/404q0fA</a> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Audible: <a href="https://www.audible.com/search?searchNarrator=Terry+Allan+Christian">https://www.audible.com/search?searchNarrator=Terry+Allan+Christian</a> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/13827563">https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/13827563</a> </span></span></p>
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text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">The Christ</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"> <br /></span></span></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">It’s early morning and the sun is rising over the water.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"> <br /></span></span></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">You can see a crowd gathering at the water’s edge, waiting for Jesus to appear, and teach them.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"> <br /></span></span></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">As everyone begins to quiet, a deep silence falls and the only sound to be heard are the birds flying above.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"> <br /></span></span></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Then Jesus suddenly appears and says...</span></span></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: left;"></p></i></span></span><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;">About the Author </span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFen7c0qSJSPp8jNkaOMoOps8q6Y8L7nLR0b2ENwe1Y31TKsCoV5Kq-89IXXQutCCO4nB6DWU4GrbpspvC1zcCPryyTNo1rze1C2F0uA3DRKxoW186rFYFBSQbXsJIPmTlKItBs_LybvdpxNaZpL1dIeeyScTihZePNqJe4iEvr4CGF_S9d-awMIdAA/s640/I'm%20Shelfish%20About%20the%20Author.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="98" data-original-width="640" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFen7c0qSJSPp8jNkaOMoOps8q6Y8L7nLR0b2ENwe1Y31TKsCoV5Kq-89IXXQutCCO4nB6DWU4GrbpspvC1zcCPryyTNo1rze1C2F0uA3DRKxoW186rFYFBSQbXsJIPmTlKItBs_LybvdpxNaZpL1dIeeyScTihZePNqJe4iEvr4CGF_S9d-awMIdAA/w640-h98/I'm%20Shelfish%20About%20the%20Author.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJNHcP9OjC31BXRfT8Qs7tThubXRws8Nlc68a3izzz64WEKM7mYE65BFDUT1JJA5OQTIkWWhWrMum-5XpoAbZTSMIFGZEvpitPSZm1HsYbluS7-jinUWXXDxX8xrt4blPSYYFxI3TZftMc4kw1JA8RDzldng_SGAXullp1226t04kwzvMrZHaHOgG1Q/s600/Rev%20Terry%20Allan%20Christian%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<p></p>Since
dedicating his life to Jesus at the age of 23, Terry Allan Christian
has been reading the red lettered version of the 4 Gospels as recorded
in the KJV Bible. Even though Terry reads the whole Bible, his primary
focus is on the words of Jesus and the example of His actions.<p></p>
<p>Terry grew up in a violent dysfunctional family where he quit school
at 16 and left home. He stuttered so bad he could only say 3-5 words in a
row. His family and friends mocked him and that caused much stress in
his early life.</p>
<p>At the age of 23, he had a near death experience and in which he had a
dream. In this dream, he was told that one day he would be a teacher
for Jesus. Needless to say, he was scared at first because of his
stuttering and lack of structured education however, he always had a
child-like faith and trust in Jesus as Lord.</p>
<p>After the dream, he was soon hired by the Dale Carnegie Organization
and trained in sales and public speaking, where he met a man who taught
him how to visually read. During the next few years Terry read several
hundred books on the subject of personal growth.</p>
<p>At the age of 30, Terry became a professional Motivational Speaker
and Executive Trainer and over the next 20 years he would deliver more
than 2,500 presentations to private and public audiences across America
and Canada.</p>
<p>Several years ago, Terry retired as a public speaker after feeling
the Holy Spirit redirecting his life. He was led to do what Jesus told
him many years earlier. After researching the 4 Gospels he composed the
book What Did Jesus Say: The Seven Messages from the Master, using only
the Words spoken by Jesus as recorded in the 4 Gospels, without adding
any personal comments or opinions.</p>
<p>As in all God called missions it took longer, cost more and
challenged him to the edge of his faith. He would later say, he had to
read the Book of Job just to understand why this was happening to him
and was he being tested or penalized. In the end, he was being tested
and by the grace of God, he prevailed.</p>
<p>Now after 12 years of study, obedience, difficulty and struggle, this
book is now available in Paperback, eBook, Audio Book and Kindle.</p>
<p>Today, Author, Teacher and Counselor, Rev. Terry Christian is founder
of Foundations for Life ‘Online’ Ministries and he presently lives
Negril Jamaica where he does local missionary work in schools and
churches while counseling Christians worldwide online thru his program
Christian Helping Christians.</p>
<p>Negril, Jamaica is where Rev. Christian went to fast & pray while
seeking divine healing for Bladder Cancer. His doctors gave him 3yrs to
live so he created a healing sabbatical and after fasting &
praying, and walking the beach for 21 days, he returned to his Doctors
and they released him ‘cancer free’.</p>
<p>Terry calls this program: The Life Walk –aka- The Miracle Walk and
now offers this ‘restoration’ program online or in Negril, for
Christians seeking Life, Health or Marriage Restoration.</p>
<p>Rev. Christian believes: WITH GOD, all things are possible, all the
time, wherever we live and at every given moment, when we pray,
believing.</p>
<p><strong>Website</strong>: <a href="http://www.wdjbook.com">WWW.WDJBOOK.COM</a></p>
<p><strong>Twitter</strong>: <a href="https://twitter.com/RevTChristian">https://twitter.com/RevTChristian</a></p>
<p><strong>Facebook</strong>: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/revchristian">https://www.facebook.com/revchristian</a></p>
<p><strong>Book Website:</strong> <a href="http://www.whatdidjesussay.world">www.whatdidjesussay.world</a></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: Ascension: Book Two of the Berserker Chronicles</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Kevin D. Miller</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Bifrost Books</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 318</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Science Fiction / Fantasy</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p>
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</p><p>After his fateful fight in the bowls of an Asgardian prison, Leif
returns to Midgard for some much needed rest and recuperation.
Unfortunately, his reprieve is interrupted when he is unexpectedly
attacked and once again pulled into a civil war between the gods. As he
wrestles with his past, Leif quickly learns his Berserker strength is
no match when his enemies are the gods themselves. In an attempt to
grow stronger and control the rage within, Leif sets out to track down a
surviving Berserker clan that may hold the secret to mastering the
gold-like power the Berserker promises. Will Leif learn the secret and
ascend?</p>
<p>Ascension is the action-packed sequel to Awakening that follows
Leif’s journey to master the Berserker and prevent Hel from plunging
the nine realms into a period of blood and darkness.</p>
<p>You can pick up your copy at Amazon → <a href="https://a.co/d/eSiJz1i">https://a.co/d/eSiJz</a></p>
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<p>The electrical storm crashed around Leif in a terrifying staccato,
burning his retinas in the process. A wave of static energy washed over
him, tingling his skin as the earth shook from the cascade of
lightning bolts that slammed into the ground, terrifyingly close. Then,
as quickly as the storm appeared, it was gone. Bright yellow sunlight
spilled over Leif as his nose was filled with the thick smell of ozone.
He blinked to clear the flashing spots from his vision; he nearly
jumped out of his skin at the sight of Thor standing not two feet away
from him. The mountain of a god was dressed for war. His body was
encased from shoulder to boots in gleaming silver-plated armor. His
trusty war hammer, Mjolnir, was held firm in his right hand. Glancing
at Leif, the thunder god gave him a quick smile before returning his
focus to Fenrir and Ra. Following his gaze, Leif was shocked to see,
unlike him, the two dark gods had not come out of the storm
unscathed. </p>
<p>A look of pure hatred wafted from Ra; the ancient god seethed in
anger so palpable Leif thought he could taste it. The god’s simmering
orange eyes flared like the fires of Duat, causing the berserked Leif
to take an involuntary step backward. Ra’s shirtless torso was covered
in forked electrical burns, and his leather pants had been ripped to
shreds from repeated lightning strikes. </p>
<p>Likewise, Fenrir appeared to have fared no better. His fur cloak was
gone, probably disintegrated in the attack, while his shirt and pants
were in tatters. He too had a look of outrage on his face, but hiding
behind that façade, Leif saw true fear. With Ra at his side, Leif knew
the damned wolf couldn’t back down, not when he talked such a big game
moments ago. </p>
<p>Bolstered by Thor’s presence, Leif let out a war cry, swinging his
axes in a complex pattern, warming up for the fight. He prepared
himself to charge the battered gods, but a gauntleted hand clamped down
on Leif’s shoulder, giving him pause. </p>
<p>“No, my friend,” Thor said in his thundering baritone. “You are in no
condition to fight. I know your blood boils, but you must know you are
outclassed. Let me deal with them,” Thor said, taking a meaningful
step forward. As if to accentuate his point, lightning burst from the
Aesir’s armor, momentarily encasing the god before flickering out. </p>
<p>Leif desperately wished to join the fight, but a tiny part of him
knew he wasn’t strong enough. If he were to fight, he would just get in
Thor’s way or, gods forbid, get himself killed. Gritting his teeth,
Leif remembered his vow to not let his weakness be the cause of his
comrades’ deaths. So, he held himself back. The sheer rationality of
his control surprised him. When he had first awakened to his powers,
the only thought he could muster while berserked was who to fight next.
Now, he was capable of at least a modicum of rational thought while
maintaining his berserked state. If he survived Ragnarok, he will be a
much more deadly warrior. </p>
<p>Leif stepped back to give Thor some space, while Ra and Fenrir looked
at each other for a silent second. Ra unsheathed his strange
sickle-shaped sword, and it glowed with the same amber orange of a
sunrise, perfectly matching his smoldering eyes. Fenrir bared his teeth
in a snarl as he soundlessly unsheathed his blade. </p>
<p>The atmosphere grew still, as if the very weather was holding its
breath. Then the trio moved. It was then that Leif fully understood why
Thor had restrained him. As the gods moved back and forth on the
street, minor sonic booms rang out as all three warriors cut loose. Even
berserked, Leif could barely follow their movements, let alone
comprehend what they were doing. The air and ground around them shook
with their fearsome power. </p>
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D. Miller is an attorney in Southern California who spends his two
hours a day commuting to work either listening to sci-fi/fantasy books
on Audible or plotting out the storylines for his future books. When he
isn’t working, Kevin can be found spending time with his girlfriend
Amy and their dog, Riley. Kevin enjoys writing, ceramics, playing video
games, kayaking in Big Bear and enjoying the ocean air in Newport
Beach.</p>
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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">L. Ron Hubbard<br /></span>
<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Galaxy Press<br />1092<span> pages</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Science Fiction<br />
</span>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">If you liked <i>Dune</i>, <i>Atlantis Gene</i>, <i>Foundation</i>, <i>Ender</i><i>’</i><i>s Game</i>, and <i>Starship Troopers</i>, you’ll love <i>Battlefield Earth</i>.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Sadistic Aliens…</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">…Man is an endangered species.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Is it the end of the world or the rebirth of a new one?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In the year A.D. 3000,
Earth is a dystopian wasteland. The great cities stand crumbling as a
brutal reminder of what we once were. When the Psychlos invaded, all the
world’s armies mustered little resistance against the advanced alien
weapons.<br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">A young hero rises
from the ashes and rallies the last survivors in an all-out rebellion
for freedom that explodes across the continents of Earth to the cosmic
sprawl of the Psychlo empire.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">The fate of the Galaxy lies on the <i>Battlefield of Earth</i>.<br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">You’ll love <i>Battlefield Earth</i> because of the characters you’ll love and hate and the unexpected twists that keep the pages flying.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><i>“Over 1,000 pages of thrills, spills, vicious aliens and noble humans. I found Battlefield Earth un-put-downable.”</i><b> —Neil Gaiman</b></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><i>“Battlefield Earth is a terrific story! The carefully underplayed comedy I found it delicious. A masterpiece.”</i><b> —Robert A. Heinlein</b> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><i>“Pulse-pounding
mile-a-minute sci-fi action adventure that does not stop. It is a
masterpiece of popular adventure science fiction.”</i><b> —Brandon Sanderson</b></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><i>“Space opera that hits the right notes. It’s provocative, exhilarating and genuinely enjoyable.”</i><b> —SCIFI.COM</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;"><i>“Like
the Harry Potter series, its got concepts like good vs. evil, the noble
savage and the hero’s journey—and people go crazy over it!”</i></span><b> —Dr. David Powers, Educator</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Amazon: </b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B41I4NI/">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B41I4NI/</a> </span></p>
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bestsellers and more than 350 million copies of his works in
circulation, L. Ron Hubbard is among the most enduring and widely read
authors of our time. As a leading light of American Pulp Fiction through
the 1930s and ’40s, he is further among the most influential authors of
the modern age. Indeed, from Ray Bradbury to Stephen King, there is
scarcely a master of imaginative tales who has not paid tribute to L.
Ron Hubbard.<p></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Goodreads:</b> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29532708-battlefield-earth">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29532708-battlefield-earth</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Other books by L. Ron Hubbard:</b> <a href="https://galaxypress.com/l-ron-hubbard-books/">https://galaxypress.com/l-ron-hubbard-books/</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Book Trailer:</b> <a href="https://youtu.be/JRbxWRwMI5w">https://youtu.be/JRbxWRwMI5w</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Making of the Audiobook video:</b> <a href="https://youtu.be/wABlKjhRDkQ">https://youtu.be/wABlKjhRDkQ</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Brandon Sanderson’s Review video:</b> <a href="https://youtu.be/S-80Tx1olgc">https://youtu.be/S-80Tx1olgc</a></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: L. Ron Hubbard's Writers of the Future Volume #39</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">L. Ron Hubbard, Kevin J.
Anderson, S.M. Stirling, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Lazarus Chernik and 24
Award-Winning Authors and Illustrators</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Galaxy Press</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 544</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Science Fiction/Fantasy Anthology</span></p>
<p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">This
is an anthology with 24 new authors and illustrators and bonus content
by L. Ron Hubbard, Kevin J. Anderson, S. M. Stirling, Kristine Kathryn
Rusch.</span></p><h2><span data-mce-style="font-size: 18pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"><b>Short Description of Each Story:</b></span></h2><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Join </b>a
team of time travelers who set out to save London from a terrorist’s
nuclear attack … when a blast from the past changes everything.</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Meet</b> a vampire, a dragon and a shape-shifting Chihuahua in Key West … this is one beach party that’s about to get wild!</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Follow </b>Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I., who’s investigating the craziest case of his so-called life.…</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">A
miracle? An omen? Or something else? One day, they arrived in
droves—the foxes of the desert, the field, the imagination….—“Kitsune”
by Devon Bohm</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">When
a vampire, a dragon and a shape-shifting Chihuahua meet on a beach in
Key West, fireworks go off! But that’s just the background.—“Moonlight
and Funk” by Marianne Xenos</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">The
Grim Reaper, trapped in an IRS agent’s dying body, must regain his
powers before he dies and faces judgment for his original sin.—“Death
and the Taxman” by David Hankins</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In
a metaverse future, a woman who exposes falseness in others must decide
what is real to her—the love she lost or the love she may have
found.—“Under My Cypresses” by Jason Palmatier</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Vic
Harden wasn’t lured by glory on a daring mission into the reaches of
outer space—he was ordered out there by his editor.—“The Unwilling Hero”
by L. Ron Hubbard</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Dangerous
opportunities present themselves when an alien ship arrives in the
solar system seeking repairs.—“White Elephant” by David K. Henrickson</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">With
her spaceship at the wrong end of a pirate’s guns, a former war hero
must face down her enemies and demons to save Earth’s last best chance
for peace.—“Piracy for Beginners” by J. R. Johnson</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Dan
Shamble, Zombie P.I., faces one of his funniest and most perplexing
cases ever—an enlightened ogre, a salamander with low self-esteem, and a
raging fire dragon terrorizing the Unnatural Quarter!—“Fire in the
Hole” by Kevin J. Anderson</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Years
after the Second Holocaust, the last surviving Jews on earth attempt to
rewrite the past.—“A Trickle in History” by Elaine Midcoh</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">When
I said I’d do anything to pay off my debts and get back home to Earth, I
didn’t mean survey a derelict spaceship at the edge of the solar
system—but here I am.—“The Withering Sky” by Arthur H. Manners</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">High-powered
telescopes bring galactic life to our TVs, and network tuner Hank Enos
figures he’s seen everything—until the day an alien boy stares
back.—“The Fall of Crodendra M.” by T. J. Knight</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Knights,
damsels and dragons, curses and fates foretold—the stuff of legends and
stories, but unexpectedly perverse.—“Constant Never” by S. M. Stirling</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Determined
to save his wife, Tumelo takes an unlikely client through South
Africa’s ruins to the heart of the Desolation—a journey that will cost
or save everything.—“The Children of Desolation” by Spencer Sekulin</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">When
a terrorist smuggles a nuclear weapon into London, a team regresses in
time to AD 1093 to assassinate a knight on the battlefield, thereby
eliminating the terrorist a millennia before his birth.—“Timelines and
Bloodlines” by L. H. Davis</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">The
Grand Exam, a gateway to power for one, likely death for all others—its
entrants include ambitious nobles, desperate peasants, and Quiet Gate,
an old woman with nothing left to lose.—“The Last History” by Samuel
Parr</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Website Address:</b> This is the cover reveal event address: </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><a data-mce-href="https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZArcuytqj8uGNC4psMldYOJ3he9AMM9CNIO" href="https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZArcuytqj8uGNC4psMldYOJ3he9AMM9CNIO">https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZArcuytqj8uGNC4psMldYOJ3he9AMM9CNIO</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Twitter Address:</b> <a data-mce-href="https://twitter.com/WotFContest" href="https://twitter.com/WotFContest">https://twitter.com/WotFContest</a><br /> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Facebook Address:</b> <a data-mce-href="https://www.facebook.com/WotFContest" href="https://www.facebook.com/WotFContest">https://www.facebook.com/WotFContest</a><br /> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Other Social:</b></span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><a data-mce-href="https://www.instagram.com/wotfcontest/" href="https://www.instagram.com/wotfcontest/">https://www.instagram.com/wotfcontest/</a> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><a data-mce-href="https://www.pinterest.com/RealWotF/" href="https://www.pinterest.com/RealWotF/">https://www.pinterest.com/RealWotF/</a> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><a data-mce-href="https://www.youtube.com/user/WritersoftheFuture" href="https://www.youtube.com/user/WritersoftheFuture">https://www.youtube.com/user/WritersoftheFuture</a> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><a data-mce-href="https://www.tiktok.com/@wotfcontest" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@wotfcontest">https://www.tiktok.com/@wotfcontest</a><br /> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Amazon</b>: <a data-mce-href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1619867680" href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1619867680">https://www.amazon.com/dp/1619867680</a><br /></span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Kindle:</b> <a data-mce-href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BWHDJV4K" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BWHDJV4K&source=gmail&ust=1677693236731000&usg=AOvVaw2W0k7xQpJ5rnLaC2vAM7jJ" href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BWHDJV4K" target="_blank">https://www.amazon.com/dp/<wbr></wbr>B0BWHDJV4K</a></span><u></u><u></u></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Books a Million:</b><a data-mce-href="https://www.booksamillion.com/p/L-Ron-Hubbard-Presents-Writers/L-Ron-Hubbard/9781619867680?id=8748446917116" href="https://www.booksamillion.com/p/L-Ron-Hubbard-Presents-Writers/L-Ron-Hubbard/9781619867680?id=8748446917116"> https://www.booksamillion.com/p/L-Ron-Hubbard-Presents-Writers/L-Ron-Hubbard/9781619867680?id=8748446917116</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Barnes and Noble:</b><a data-mce-href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/l-ron-hubbard-presents-writers-of-the-future-volume-39-l-ron-hubbard/1142955660?ean=9781619867680" href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/l-ron-hubbard-presents-writers-of-the-future-volume-39-l-ron-hubbard/1142955660?ean=9781619867680">
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international Writers of the Future Contest was created and endowed by
L. Ron Hubbard. After several years of success in fostering new writers,
the Illustrators of the Future Contest followed. The winning stories
are illustrated and published in the annual L. Ron Hubbard Presents
Writers of the Future anthology. Described by critics as a perennial
“glimpse of tomorrow’s stars,” a “must-have for the genre reader,” and
“the bestselling science fiction anthology series of all time,” it is
today the most enduring and top-ranking publication of its kind.<br /> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">The
blue-ribbon panel of judges is what makes this possible. The winning
stories are selected by bestselling authors, including Brandon
Sanderson, Orson Scott Card, Nnedi Okorafor, Kevin J. Anderson, Brian
Herbert, Jody Lynn Nye, Larry Niven, Robert J. Sawyer, Katherine Kurtz,
and many others. The best of the best are hand-picked each year.<br /> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">There
is no entry fee, and stories are judged blind, making it a fair
competition for all authors and illustrators who enter from anywhere in
the world. There are cash prizes. The winners are paid professional
rates and maintain their rights.<br /> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">It is an excellent program for new authors <i>and</i> readers, who often discover their next favorite writer.</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Quick links to free resources:</span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Enter the Writing Contest</span> <a data-mce-href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/enter-writer-contest/" href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/enter-writer-contest/">https://www.writersofthefuture.com/enter-writer-contest/</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Free Writing Workshop</span> <a data-mce-href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/writing-workshop/" href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/writing-workshop/">https://www.writersofthefuture.com/writing-workshop/</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Writing Podcast:</span> <a data-mce-href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/podcast/" href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/podcast/">https://www.writersofthefuture.com/podcast/</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Writers Forum</span>: <a data-mce-href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/forum/" href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/forum/">https://www.writersofthefuture.com/forum/</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Writing Contest Rules</span> <a data-mce-href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/contest-rules-writers/" href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/contest-rules-writers/">https://www.writersofthefuture.com/contest-rules-writers/</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Contest Judges:</span> <a data-mce-href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/writer-judges/" href="https://www.writersofthefuture.com/writer-judges/">https://www.writersofthefuture.com/writer-judges/</a> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Contest Blog:</span> <a data-mce-href="http://www.writersofthefuture.com/blog" href="http://www.writersofthefuture.com/blog">www.writersofthefuture.com/blog</a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><p data-mce-style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">List of Writers of the Future & L. Ron Hubbard books</span> <a data-mce-href="https://galaxypress.com/l-ron-hubbard-books/" href="https://galaxypress.com/l-ron-hubbard-books/">https://galaxypress.com/l-ron-hubbard-books/</a> </span></p></div></div></div></div></div><div style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkYR4RsDk5dSFMNWRyvCw9JDnwNNSRjnfThM-xym8JaqyYXtDXXruQ6SP4uDcCxNzDNPqPWSDixiXDo-qwMRigv3zy5wapxjCC-mj4KWzCb2vg7NOcTo7VtxzKxwHu_GdShTB-ArF3d683UObT7t_kk6uCB41G9wLdb-9b4C7lkV2uNrPKVNAlWg/s640/Writers%20of%20the%20Future%208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkYR4RsDk5dSFMNWRyvCw9JDnwNNSRjnfThM-xym8JaqyYXtDXXruQ6SP4uDcCxNzDNPqPWSDixiXDo-qwMRigv3zy5wapxjCC-mj4KWzCb2vg7NOcTo7VtxzKxwHu_GdShTB-ArF3d683UObT7t_kk6uCB41G9wLdb-9b4C7lkV2uNrPKVNAlWg/w640-h480/Writers%20of%20the%20Future%208.jpg" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Title: The Code</span></span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Sean Keefer</span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Rivers Turn Press</span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 319</span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Mystery/Suspense/Legal Thriller<br /> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">It
should have been an otherwise uneventful Sunday morning for Charleston
attorney Noah Parks. Perhaps a trip to the beach or a run with his new
Australian Shepherd, Austin. But with a cryptic voicemail, everything
changes. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">A
client has vanished, leaving nothing behind as a clue to where he may
be. Neither his family, friends, nor neighbors are able to provide help.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Turning
to his friend Emmett Gabriel, Charleston’s newest police detective,
Parks can only watch as what started with a simple voicemail takes on a
sinister life of its own. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Parks soon finds himself entangled in an affair that spans centuries, going back to the time of Charleston’s birth. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">With
a focus on learning his client’s fate, Parks will soon find himself
facing a mystery that will not only be a test of his wits but leaves him
challenged in ways he never imagined. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facing down twists, turns, betrayals, and traditions of honor, will he break The Code? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Release Date: October 7, 2022</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Publisher: Rivers Turn Press</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Soft Cover: 978-0998575575; 319 pages</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a data-mce-href="https://amzn.to/3IETRpM" data-mce-style="color: #000000;" href="https://amzn.to/3IETRpM" style="color: black;">https://amzn.to/3IETRpM </a><br /> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Rivers Turn Press: <a data-mce-href="https://bit.ly/3V9725u" data-mce-style="color: #000000;" href="https://bit.ly/3V9725u" style="color: black;">https://bit.ly/3V9725u</a> </span></span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p></p><blockquote><p>
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looked into my eyes with something that could only be described as
desperation. Suddenly, his look of despair faded as if a veil was lifted
from his face. He stopped speaking and stood straight. His hands
stopped moving, and he looked at each of them, turning them over, back
to palm, as he examined them. He raised his head back to my eyes. As he
looked at me, in an instant, the fearful look drained from his face,
replacing it, a blank, expressionless gaze took hold of his features. He
moved his eyes to my hand on his bicep, then shifted his gaze back to
my face. He slowly twisted his arm from my slight grasp. He spoke slowly
and methodically. </em> <br /></span></span></span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span></span></span><h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><em>“No, Cash didn’t call. No one called. There was nothing from Cash.”</em></span></span></span></span></h2><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span></span></span><h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><em>“But you just said...”</em></span></span></span></span></h2><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span></span></span><h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em>“I didn’t say anything. Nothing,” he said as he turned and faced the rear of the lot. </em></span></span></span></span></h2>
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;"><b><a data-mce-href="http://www.seankeefer.com/" href="http://www.seankeefer.com/">Sean Keefer</a></b></span> <span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">is the award winning author of three legal thrillers, <a data-mce-href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07451W7CD/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1" data-mce-style="color: #000000;" href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07451W7CD/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1" style="color: black;"><b><i>The Trust</i></b></a>, <a data-mce-href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B073VY9C39/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0" data-mce-style="color: #000000;" href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B073VY9C39/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0" style="color: black;"><b><i>The Solicitor</i></b></a><i>, and </i><a data-mce-href="https://amzn.to/3IETRpM" data-mce-style="color: #000000;" href="https://amzn.to/3IETRpM" style="color: black;"><b><i>The Code</i></b></a>, all set in and around coastal South Carolina. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">He is also the author of <b><i>Mediation in the Family Courts of South Carolina</i></b>, a legal treatise on family law mediation. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">He lives and writes in Charleston, South Carolina. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In
addition to his writing, Sean is a recording and performing
guitarist/singer/songwriter of Americana and Alt-Country music. Watch
him sing Carolina Sunset which was inspired by his latest book, The
Code. Listen <a data-mce-href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFzo4cZrcqw" data-mce-style="color: #000000;" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFzo4cZrcqw" style="color: black;"><b>here</b></a>! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">For more information about his writing and music, visit SeanKeefer.com and ADogNamedBear.com. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Follow him on Facebook</span> <a data-mce-href="https://www.facebook.com/TheNoahParksMysteries" href="https://www.facebook.com/TheNoahParksMysteries">@theNoahParksMysterySeries</a> and @<a data-mce-href="http://www.facebook.com/SeanKeeferMusic" href="http://www.facebook.com/SeanKeeferMusic">SeanKeeferMusic</a>. Follow him on Instagram @<a data-mce-href="http://www.instagram.com/NoahParksMysteries" href="http://www.instagram.com/NoahParksMysteries">NoahParksMysteries</a> and @<a data-mce-href="http://www.instagram.com/1ADogNamedBear1" href="http://www.instagram.com/1ADogNamedBear1">1ADogNamedBear1 </a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"><a data-mce-href="http://www.seankeefer.com" href="http://www.seankeefer.com">Website</a><b> |</b> <a data-mce-href="http://www.instagram.com/noahparksmysteries" href="http://www.instagram.com/noahparksmysteries">Instagram</a> <b>|</b> <a data-mce-href="http://www.facebook.com/TheNoahParksMysteries" href="http://www.facebook.com/TheNoahParksMysteries">Facebook</a> | <a data-mce-href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4606153.Sean_Keefer" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4606153.Sean_Keefer">Goodreads</a></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-21342249901450295532023-02-13T23:00:00.001-06:002023-02-13T23:00:00.232-06:00Read an Excerpt & Blog Tour: The Siren's Scream by Thomas White<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: The Siren’s Scream</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Thomas White</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Savvy Books</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 492</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Mystery/Horror</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">An old mansion sits
atop of a cliff, overlooking the ocean, in Santa Cruz, CA. A young
realtor, Darcy Wainwright, manages to sell the dilapidated old house to
Henry Childs, an obese nebbish who is obsessed with the property. In the
backyard is a pool. Not an ordinary pool but a giant tide pool. In the
tide pool is a siren with an evil agenda for revenge.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">The Thornton Mansion
was a talisman for the death and mystery that surrounded it. Unoccupied
for years until Henry Childs was summoned by the house. As directed, he
reached out to unsuspecting, novice realtor Darcy Wainwright. Darcy
finds herself intricately involved with the house, its history and the
haunting tide pool that filled the backyard. It was the pool that
beckoned her, and it was the pool that would decide if she lives or
dies. The Siren’s Scream. Available on Amazon.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Release Date: October 5, 2022</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Publisher: Savvy Books</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Soft Cover: ISBN: 978-1088067819; 480 pages; $21.14</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Amazon:</span> <a href="https://amzn.to/3TEz7kx">https://amzn.to/3TEz7kx </a></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Barnes & Noble:</span> <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-sirens-scream-thomas-white/1142494493?ean=9781088067819">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-sirens-scream-thomas-white/1142494493?ean=9781088067819</a></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Purchase your copy at the author’s website:</span> <a href="https://thomas-white-author.com/">https://thomas-white-author.com/</a></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p></p><blockquote><p>
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<p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKDU4pWVSaj1I4lSt1RrRJE_yOjkU6srb1O9IgHPRIdHKqmTF8bxePzkZDpG0_xs8Z0XrKRXPJ493ifUiwlzVPf1RsOEPJmoMKcJlqBEHDWz4mMjMa8-_kYhGF6xlqrmyWslFo96HMSr6C170JKchSTxURAWwfDuwEyiBunr_kBhvAd0ty9KpYLc/s962/The%20Siren's%20Scream%204.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="962" data-original-width="333" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKDU4pWVSaj1I4lSt1RrRJE_yOjkU6srb1O9IgHPRIdHKqmTF8bxePzkZDpG0_xs8Z0XrKRXPJ493ifUiwlzVPf1RsOEPJmoMKcJlqBEHDWz4mMjMa8-_kYhGF6xlqrmyWslFo96HMSr6C170JKchSTxURAWwfDuwEyiBunr_kBhvAd0ty9KpYLc/w222-h640/The%20Siren's%20Scream%204.gif" width="222" /></a></i></div><i>Henry Childs led a life of total inconsequence. He had no friends, no hobbies, no guilty pleasures. He had spent his thirty-eight years in the space behind his mother’s aggression, lacking the courage to reach for anything more than this pitiless world deigned to dish to him.</i><p></p><i>
</i><p><i>Edith Childs screamed at Henry from the other room, “Henry, I’m bored. I want to go for a drive.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>Henry’s face scrunched in disdain, and the folds in his ample neck turned red. There was no denying her, not that he had ever had the backbone to attempt anything so drastic. Henry Childs had spent his thirty-eight years in the space behind his mother’s aggression, lacking the courage to reach for anything more than this pitiless world deigned to dish to him.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>With a stoic exhale, he paused his video game, gulped down his cinnamon roll, lifted his considerable bulk out of the comfort of his reclining chair, and began the routine that would eventually get his mother from her bedroom to her wheelchair and into the car.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>He grabbed her yellow sweater to be sure that she would stay warm.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“Henry, I’m not a child. I know if I’m cold or not.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>He held up the cardigan and attempted to help her into it.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“I can dress myself, thank you.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>Then there was the transfer from her sitting chair to her wheelchair.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“For goodness sakes, Henry, you would think this was the first time you’ve ever done this. Move the chair closer. I’m not an acrobat.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>...the parade out to the porch.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“Henry, don’t scrape the wall. You’re always so careless. We have gouges up and down the whole hallway.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>...down the ramp.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“Don’t go so fast. Are you trying to launch me into outer space?”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>...across the walkway toward the car.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“Do you have to hit every bump on the walk? Wait, go back, I think you missed one.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>...then finally into the car.</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>“Be careful of my head. I don’t want to lose what sense I have left.”</i></p><i>
</i><p><i>By the time the car door was closed, with his disintegrating mother safely ensconced inside, Henry had sweat running down his forehead and was breathing hard. His double chins were dripping from each crevice, and his shirt was beginning to stain from the accumulating moisture. He dropped her chair into the trunk, wiped his brow on his sleeve, and embraced his final moments of silence before he opened the door and plopped behind the steering wheel of his Nissan Murano.</i></p>
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</p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_xY4OhKiHGoHKgNCCMYStfXKrGtAnMblxWco6yAF5Kg--CG6aGANya1u_eDQO4w2Jjtjm1tFIAnjo_BufWLsL5dx4Bowfk4OToYKv9MwW5zbut4Wjh9yr4ytARoyw0rlu77l6aIWfJUH7WUVFzcyuJV1sbslQBQrPGbW3scSG1ciq67YJChfce8/s521/Thomas%20White.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="474" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_xY4OhKiHGoHKgNCCMYStfXKrGtAnMblxWco6yAF5Kg--CG6aGANya1u_eDQO4w2Jjtjm1tFIAnjo_BufWLsL5dx4Bowfk4OToYKv9MwW5zbut4Wjh9yr4ytARoyw0rlu77l6aIWfJUH7WUVFzcyuJV1sbslQBQrPGbW3scSG1ciq67YJChfce8/w442-h486/Thomas%20White.png" width="442" /></a><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Thomas White began his
career as an actor. Several years later he found himself as an Artistic
Director for a theatre in Southern California and the winner of several
Drama-Logue and Critics awards for directing. As Tom’s career grew, he
directed and co-produced the world tour of “The Teenage Mutant Ninja
Turtles: Coming Out Of Their Shells”. The show toured for over two
years, was translated into seven different languages and seen by over a
million children. Tom served as President and Creative Director for
Maiden Lane Entertainment for 24 years and worked on many large-scale
corporate event productions that included Harley Davidson, Microsoft,
Medtronic Diabetes, and dozens of others. The Siren’s Scream is Tom’s
second novel that follows up Justice Rules which was nominated as a
finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association 2010 Literary
contest.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Tom’s latest book is the mystery/horror,</span> <a href="https://amzn.to/3TEz7kx"><b><i>The Siren’s Scream</i></b></a>.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Visit his website at</span> <a href="http://www.thomas-white-author.com">www.thomas-white-author.com</a> <span style="color: black;">or connect with him at</span> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/inkydan">Facebook</a></span></p></div><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmnX4BfvWiAdE4pVkj-91STu46A6lb0RjSEWi57vY5JJ_uZB4p9E6FNteHFyT8sbAqLc9oXNt4AOOF7AyWMrT3mM4tg5bPjMKLwt3ET6TCqK-hgT-xo-cttVEuhgK4JYK-NL8hfUjwvNmNmT-cWbcmKaBeb3W1dB4usObBr09bfl3zXkpjgacSog/s640/The%20Siren's%20Scream%207.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="640" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmnX4BfvWiAdE4pVkj-91STu46A6lb0RjSEWi57vY5JJ_uZB4p9E6FNteHFyT8sbAqLc9oXNt4AOOF7AyWMrT3mM4tg5bPjMKLwt3ET6TCqK-hgT-xo-cttVEuhgK4JYK-NL8hfUjwvNmNmT-cWbcmKaBeb3W1dB4usObBr09bfl3zXkpjgacSog/w640-h434/The%20Siren's%20Scream%207.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p></div></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;">Sponsored By:</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br style="font-size: 15.4px;" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pumpupyourbook.com/" style="color: #888888; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="956" height="174" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQ6IPbeU0k/X-8d6ScxRVI/AAAAAAAA84I/HY7f-zgSjqAAe_CyeCtW8nViVRneT9BzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h174/Pump%2BUp%2BYour%2BBook%2BVirtual%2BBook%2BTours%2BBanner.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="400" /></a></div></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-22597843948351193692023-02-09T06:44:00.006-06:002023-02-09T06:44:49.725-06:00Read an Excerpt: Being Present: The Gift of Experiencing Life As It Happens by Keith Sykes<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvwkqUiyO92T7V53YNrq9_mEsdP5Iu6YrsBKZqejSze6k9yuz6u6S5YzoLfF3ShgeVlh0ptXAhA_8UwefnoU9Nf08DuNOnBkGtwYmZInCR2xxvf6VwGUqKCHb3sATJptDsA7iYyFiEKTYxzDaaIkDGNyPNM-0MMJirJheen6NAl9WXMSb3dOyZTE/s699/Being%20Present%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="699" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvwkqUiyO92T7V53YNrq9_mEsdP5Iu6YrsBKZqejSze6k9yuz6u6S5YzoLfF3ShgeVlh0ptXAhA_8UwefnoU9Nf08DuNOnBkGtwYmZInCR2xxvf6VwGUqKCHb3sATJptDsA7iYyFiEKTYxzDaaIkDGNyPNM-0MMJirJheen6NAl9WXMSb3dOyZTE/w590-h184/Being%20Present%20banner.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-b4ccfe99-7fff-38c6-144a-ae207b36f2c1" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Being Present is the story of my life - the good times, the not-so-good-times, the trials, tribulations, and triumphs…</span></span></span></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-b4ccfe99-7fff-38c6-144a-ae207b36f2c1" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUn-k4N6UXNpCojpNi6uL82jc9BGBUOU5-73gxEv8CHzzGs2nAcCSWuYAJtNNFvvD37cBVNmNAPiInG-CJSYQmcjdEp6VtQcJbIQs58_INxet0ergNXbzAo25XsSf5wgzfI27nd3JtA1FmTFh3pL2JrFc65e-n5lWFePLBtW4voEEgmvYOYYjkMg/s685/Being%20Present.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="433" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUn-k4N6UXNpCojpNi6uL82jc9BGBUOU5-73gxEv8CHzzGs2nAcCSWuYAJtNNFvvD37cBVNmNAPiInG-CJSYQmcjdEp6VtQcJbIQs58_INxet0ergNXbzAo25XsSf5wgzfI27nd3JtA1FmTFh3pL2JrFc65e-n5lWFePLBtW4voEEgmvYOYYjkMg/w404-h640/Being%20Present.jpg" width="404" /></a></span></div><p></p><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: Being Present: The Gift of Experiencing Life As It Happens</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Keith Sykes</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Chosen Pen Publishing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 104</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre: Memoir</span></span>
</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Being Present details
my life growing up in New Orleans, Louisiana, the youngest of 8
children. It gives the reader an intimate look at the relationship
between me, my parents, and my siblings. It discusses life and death,
joy and pain, and strength and perseverance. The book talks about love
and loss and is an optimistic look at overcoming the obstacles of life.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Being Present talks
about how I dealt with life after my parent’s death and how joining the
military completely changed my life. It gives a glimpse into how the
military inspired my love for travel and the many places that I was able
to visit as a result. Read about my life after the military and the
challenges I faced that shaped the man I am today. Lastly, the book will
provide samples of my photography and discuss how it was inspired by my
travel.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Release Date: January 5, 2023 </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Publisher: Chosen Pen Publishing</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Kindle: ASIN: B0BRT7CRWH; eBook $1.99 </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Amazon:</span> <a href="https://amzn.to/3jWFLpw">https://amzn.to/3jWFLpw</a></span></span></p><p></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p></p><blockquote><p>
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<p></p><span style="color: black;"></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em></span></span></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-e2e0bcf3-7fff-a5c2-6f21-330278ff0783" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkaCQMBJVXRg28AfNiA6AwFCeME26_5HOjAadFIgP-UzX5LhzEboO3346quOaDyjE6bIcuz3qVC4IXqixn-lKg4IsGK3FvUfkzdWEmqHE6RY5JZ1Jav3wdB1y18PCFiSMz5wPd0wNNjbO6I-ZutbKeFHIqp90fVAfhveYWE9XohZn9aPAvoMkcwI/s685/Being%20Present.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="433" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkaCQMBJVXRg28AfNiA6AwFCeME26_5HOjAadFIgP-UzX5LhzEboO3346quOaDyjE6bIcuz3qVC4IXqixn-lKg4IsGK3FvUfkzdWEmqHE6RY5JZ1Jav3wdB1y18PCFiSMz5wPd0wNNjbO6I-ZutbKeFHIqp90fVAfhveYWE9XohZn9aPAvoMkcwI/s320/Being%20Present.jpg" width="202" /></a></div></span>One
evening, while visiting my mother, her physician pulled me aside to ask
what my short and long-term plans were, and I told her I wasn’t sure. I
let her know that I was in college, but other than that, I had no plans
beyond school. She insisted that I make a firm plan because she didn’t
expect my mother to be around much longer, and she said if I needed
anything, let her know. I remember sitting in the room that night, and
when it was time to go, I didn’t want to leave because I always had this
thought in the back of my mind- how long is not much longer? It was
tough sitting at my mother’s bedside, knowing that my time with her was
coming to an end. She was my everything. What would I do now? I had no
clue. I didn’t think that far beyond my sophomore year, and now I had
the rest of my life staring me in the face in one night.</div></div></blockquote><p></p></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">More...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1mCbFfG5EMCCezQdpUUxgu_VnKtha7dUgYybLymFGiDqNF9zao1ECDgVwBGDTcPjPPXX4EQyzQ25fO8jzdszkVch7rEhL83VaWoIbZyv20lGf5mFnhjGzWzf9K2Ekfc5vY-_9uGY0TxHYt7P12JbvMYmVjSmChbj8KNUWx4ipqof6k2iD9n1eqU/s640/Being%20Present%20Blog%20Tour%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1mCbFfG5EMCCezQdpUUxgu_VnKtha7dUgYybLymFGiDqNF9zao1ECDgVwBGDTcPjPPXX4EQyzQ25fO8jzdszkVch7rEhL83VaWoIbZyv20lGf5mFnhjGzWzf9K2Ekfc5vY-_9uGY0TxHYt7P12JbvMYmVjSmChbj8KNUWx4ipqof6k2iD9n1eqU/w572-h429/Being%20Present%20Blog%20Tour%202.jpg" width="572" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblKevJOJt-4ylVgTkHFH5046D48RKDSHvjBBEQsrocMAv9IsvNobbcEroEzF0nA0DNdqljh0pZAYhOOBhMOhjdUywFrl6kESSt-fXmGDQYIEW5FfX0k5On4GekGiB7vggW_pdAT97sWJXn50LxBWzh8HK7EawQ7bHs8O8yTiUQ3lpQNkNRWfsUkc/s640/Being%20Present%20Blog%20Tour%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblKevJOJt-4ylVgTkHFH5046D48RKDSHvjBBEQsrocMAv9IsvNobbcEroEzF0nA0DNdqljh0pZAYhOOBhMOhjdUywFrl6kESSt-fXmGDQYIEW5FfX0k5On4GekGiB7vggW_pdAT97sWJXn50LxBWzh8HK7EawQ7bHs8O8yTiUQ3lpQNkNRWfsUkc/w588-h441/Being%20Present%20Blog%20Tour%204.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbvk-v4A1Yg7Y_S9u8L2VbzEiO-0mRNKzjZaFkh58dFBYqAMjuDc6SjQTxbxh0_CiLFnKeF7tjLB5Rtqb4JX85s1qFvFp_S6_Ul92yKFo4etysfeSF-42VD7CYDl4cRawPlHWXUVDe7UglG89DoBS8s0Qr2Wjth2f-GWLNqrtehEEZ0B0RfqPkoo/s640/Being%20Present%20Blog%20Tour%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbvk-v4A1Yg7Y_S9u8L2VbzEiO-0mRNKzjZaFkh58dFBYqAMjuDc6SjQTxbxh0_CiLFnKeF7tjLB5Rtqb4JX85s1qFvFp_S6_Ul92yKFo4etysfeSF-42VD7CYDl4cRawPlHWXUVDe7UglG89DoBS8s0Qr2Wjth2f-GWLNqrtehEEZ0B0RfqPkoo/w592-h444/Being%20Present%20Blog%20Tour%206.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><b><span><span>About the Author</span></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><b><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd15p3wkq1nqVOMjW27Kg9UGMAtlhXD59zcyBpUtpeC_yh8_axUKQkSdLqQBj2SeIZzJ69g8md7NmGCqnkJ_Fapzu1kqFdQWk9KE200c3sPJ_pDvLMaBtgRklS8LHMFHQwES0e25gqpdTacILYOHlCtawoZRF33EPLcyWds4jlKvhX30a_68i2Lu0/s458/Keith%20Sykes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="458" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd15p3wkq1nqVOMjW27Kg9UGMAtlhXD59zcyBpUtpeC_yh8_axUKQkSdLqQBj2SeIZzJ69g8md7NmGCqnkJ_Fapzu1kqFdQWk9KE200c3sPJ_pDvLMaBtgRklS8LHMFHQwES0e25gqpdTacILYOHlCtawoZRF33EPLcyWds4jlKvhX30a_68i2Lu0/w400-h400/Keith%20Sykes.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></b></span></span></div></div><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span><p></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Keith Sykes grew up in
New Orleans, Louisiana with his 7 siblings; he is the youngest of 8.
Keith attended Xavier University of Louisiana where he studied Computer
Information Systems and Graphic Design. He lost both parents by the age
of 20 and joined the United States Army in 1990 where he completed 20
years of active military service. He continues to serve as a Department
of Defense civilian where he works as a Health Systems Specialist at
Fort Bragg, North Carolina. He is a freelance writer, photographer and
event planner and is heavily involved in the community. Keith is a
cancer survivor as of February 2022 and attributes his positive attitude
in dealing with the condition to his mother Violet who succumbed to
cancer in January 1990. He loves exploring nature and traveling. Some of
his most memorable trips have been to Egypt, Belize, and Cuba.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">You can visit his website at <a href="https://kasykes.com/" style="color: black;">https://kasykes.com/</a> or connect with him at Facebook at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/ikreate4u" style="color: black;">www.facebook.com/ikreate4u</a>.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOPT1Hxw4_3NXFalylYFgxYSt8PN9sFhLGcVzillbYIFGo7TRu0r0RieKG0xGl5AR0oR8a1Zrq-wbV6bzkvlUgHSL9sFZhE9I_NSV7OEhVKyfGo9MYUgV4uxSewDQmgvi4-xoCagHvj-wXArijGJ-N1-gAoUbILSXjDPWL8oBVVVW5aS0Jh7R2v8/s2720/Being%20Present%206.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1844" data-original-width="2720" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOPT1Hxw4_3NXFalylYFgxYSt8PN9sFhLGcVzillbYIFGo7TRu0r0RieKG0xGl5AR0oR8a1Zrq-wbV6bzkvlUgHSL9sFZhE9I_NSV7OEhVKyfGo9MYUgV4uxSewDQmgvi4-xoCagHvj-wXArijGJ-N1-gAoUbILSXjDPWL8oBVVVW5aS0Jh7R2v8/w640-h434/Being%20Present%206.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136954360742874112.post-67660203476642653582023-02-07T06:25:00.004-06:002023-02-07T06:25:27.771-06:00Read an Excerpt: Altered by Rob Kaufman<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WsHcsxxtnS-k3HWNm2jiRWQ7L_3t6a0aZiHA8-w98hyT4Lc8VHRzQSW0o9SR97i5bOWazv1Aj3XUFlIi33aMt208aAw6QOjKIgdvwGh0F2q41KKsIOcRoKnbnkhsE6wzrogbJGcQWWA7ZUzlI_Hg74WMjozbR6UMOT4gKqYce5S7ZzrVlTDiG-E/s654/Altered%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="654" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WsHcsxxtnS-k3HWNm2jiRWQ7L_3t6a0aZiHA8-w98hyT4Lc8VHRzQSW0o9SR97i5bOWazv1Aj3XUFlIi33aMt208aAw6QOjKIgdvwGh0F2q41KKsIOcRoKnbnkhsE6wzrogbJGcQWWA7ZUzlI_Hg74WMjozbR6UMOT4gKqYce5S7ZzrVlTDiG-E/w604-h194/Altered%20banner.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-3c1bd959-7fff-71fd-4dd3-c1c8f6e4f8a0" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-73aceb05-7fff-a7b8-7299-7b7e161268cb" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Justin Wright, New York City’s premier psychiatrist, is determined to help Frank Devlin, a young man with multiple personalities (“alters”), live a happier, more fulfilling life. Little does he know that Frank, and his alters, are secretly weaving themselves into Justin’s life in ways that will affect the Wright family forever…</span></span></span></p><p id="docs-internal-guid-163e1e2f-7fff-e74d-c102-93300b4c5efb" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-73aceb05-7fff-a7b8-7299-7b7e161268cb" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZzpehhB8yk4kwFS6jj2tfYLqsyG5DrJovY8wDM2aeTuIhpYgCZ6QMmk9T6k_L7AovWWPPcHlkxH7i0R_X8UrBU49VB-Hg_bbfLo8byVMh4KYGs9aotzuLTpC1Thu97jBtgQcySLxEvmjg6zWdb9PqVWELJT8hsBC0HCP0BjqChtpXCHOdVdVWU4/s685/Altered.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="496" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZzpehhB8yk4kwFS6jj2tfYLqsyG5DrJovY8wDM2aeTuIhpYgCZ6QMmk9T6k_L7AovWWPPcHlkxH7i0R_X8UrBU49VB-Hg_bbfLo8byVMh4KYGs9aotzuLTpC1Thu97jBtgQcySLxEvmjg6zWdb9PqVWELJT8hsBC0HCP0BjqChtpXCHOdVdVWU4/w464-h640/Altered.png" width="464" /></a></div><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span></p></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Oswald;"><span><span></span></span></span></b></span><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;">Title: Altered</span></span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Rob Kaufman</span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 276</span><br /></span><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Psychological Suspense Thriller<br /> </span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When Frank Devlin walks into Justin
Wright’s office, the renowned New York City clinical psychiatrist
decides to take on one of the most challenging cases of his career.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">After their first session, it’s
obvious Frank has multiple personalities (“alters”) and each one
couldn’t be more different than the other. Justin must get to know each
individual alter in order to discover the best route to take so that
Frank can live a full and happy life. He must also delve into Frank’s
past, one filled with mystery, darkness and trauma — the true causes
behind his personality split.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">As Justin deals with Frank’s issues,
he’s also confronted with his own demons: the kidnapping of Michael, his
youngest son, seven years earlier… a wife he adores, Mandy, who refuses
to accept her son is gone… a constant struggle with his oldest son,
Dylan, who was watching over Michael the day the boy was taken. And his
problems get worse as, unbeknownst to Justin, Frank and his alters are
secretly weaving themselves into his life in ways that will affect the
Wright family forever.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">A suspense-filled story driven by
emotion, angst and the ultimate revenge, “Altered” brings readers down a
twisted path of uncertainty and mind games — leaving them shocked,
heartbroken and questioning what could possibly come next…</span><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> “Crazy-good plot lines and shocking information that had me gasping for breath at every turn!” – Anne F., Amazon Vine Reviewer</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">“It was an amazing ride with tension building throughout until the final twist ending.” – Patricia G., NetGalley Reviewer</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Release Date: November 15, 2022</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Soft Cover: ISBN:979-8358757523; 329 pages; $13.99; Kindle $7.99; FREE on Kindle Unlimited</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Amazon</span>: <a href="https://amzn.to/3BlpCjs">https://amzn.to/3BlpCjs</a> </span></span></p><p></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p></p><blockquote><p>
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frigid breeze whipped across his face. He ran up the city blocks,
wiping melted snowflakes from his eyelids so he could see where he was
going. By the time he reached 49<sup>th</sup> Street, he was out of
breath and had to stop. He leaned against the steel pole that held both
the street signs and traffic lights. After a few deep breaths, he wiped
the liquified flurries off his cheeks and walked as quickly as he could
until he reached 50th.
</div><p style="text-align: left;">He made a right off Park and because
the office was so close to the corner, he could see a glow of light
coming from the window. Breathing a sigh of relief, he went through the
building’s glass front door and made a quick left. He didn’t stop long
enough to ring the bell to let anyone know he was about to enter. Trying
to catch his breath, he opened the office door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The first thing he saw was a man holding a gun up to his own temple.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He yelled, and before he could say a coherent word, he watched the man turn toward him and heard a loud bang. And then another.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">His legs wobbled, then his head banged on
the wooden floor. He brought his hand up to his throat and felt warm
liquid oozing from a hole in his neck. He was surprised at the lack of
pain and how rapidly numbness was spreading throughout his body. His
throat felt like it was swelling up, closing his airway. He fought out a
gasp and heard a soft gurgle. Did he just make that noise? Was blood
filling his throat?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He tried to take another breath and heard the same sloshing liquid. His mind went void of thought, his body, frozen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly there was muffled yelling,
unintelligible screams. Something that felt like a hand cupped the back
of his head and soft skin brushed his cheek. As time passed, seconds…
minutes... hours… he couldn’t be sure, everything faded except a
weightlessness enshrouding him, a gentle sense of calm. He closed his
eyes and listened to the blood pump, with each heartbeat, through the
opening in his neck.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">From some obscure corner of his mind, reality edged its way back in and he struggled to open his eyes one last time.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Through the haze of his dissolving vision,
he saw a familiar face hovering over him. Anguish twisted it, and as if
from a long distance away, he heard the cries and moans falling from the
man's mouth.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He wanted to cry, grieve for them both, but
once again his heavy eyelids fell down. The weeping and mumbling became
a fading hum and then ultimately silence.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">His final thought was not about this man
who sobbed above him, his killer or the “why” behind what just happened.
It was the hope that he’d see the loved one he’d lost — a hope that
made him smile inside as a comforting warmth enveloped his body like the
most snug of blankets warmed by the sun itself.</p>
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</p><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Rob Kaufman novels are known for
having characters with whom people can relate, while at the same time,
bringing them on a journey from which most people would crumble.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">His degree in Psychology was the first
step toward getting beneath the surface of the people in his life. What
followed was a lifelong search for what makes people tick – what forces
them to become evil when deep down they are yearning for love. Rob’s
characters walk this search with him, deep into the human psyche,
creating psychological thrillers from everyday events.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Rob’s books are perfect for those who
enjoy thrillers but also need strong emotion to keep them deeply
involved with the characters.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">“All my books hit home for me,” says
Rob. “There are always parts that make me laugh out loud as I write
them… and many, too many, that make me cry. And the great thing is, I’m
finding that many readers of my books experience the same emotions.”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span></span><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Rob’s books receive both national and
international praise with most reviews noting that his storylines are
extremely “unique” and “sobering” and the twists and turns are
“masterful”.</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b>Website or Blog: </b> <a href="http://www.authorrobkaufman.com">www.authorrobkaufman.com</a></span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">
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color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Life isn’t easy but God has given us instructions on how to survive…</span></span></span></p><h1 style="background: white; color: #222222; line-height: 27pt; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-711acc9e-7fff-5c9a-ba1a-f5a644a5fb5b" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></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/AVvXsEgAdd__3kCIa0n0S585Dsd_iDxEHPfnY_gBMiFFHzgQvrHUFo-ltRpM4yEP8yBNtJB1NE0OjA_2W6Lmb0uoOy5vOpBwlMnJrX0be0g3FaNZ-BluVD8RV08L1kscnZqyvaFySeMcK60Dh5MFaXemZTRRUwIxsJ2dXAaKwbsoSXiTIkk_uk9pUq1N-ls/s425/Shine%20His%20Light%203%20xxx.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Life is the journey we take on our way
to Heaven. It’s not easy, it’s not pretty, and sometimes, it’s
downright difficult. However, we have an Advocate unlike any other,
Jesus Christ. In Shine His Light, the author uses scriptures and her own
life lessons to help others get through the bumpy spots.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Release Date: September 2, 2022</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Publisher: DWB Publishing</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Soft Cover:979-8887963426; 137 pages; $6.99</span></p>
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BCS7K29V">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BCS7K29V</a></span><p></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p></p><blockquote><p>
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</a><p style="text-align: left;">When I was a kid, the series “<i>Star Trek”</i>
was the greatest sci-fi show on TV, with the most up-to-date special
effects. People disappeared in the transporter, we saw the Enterprise
fly through the stars at warp speed, and of course, we saw really
strange people and creatures from other planets. Sometimes, the planets
were inhospitable and wouldn’t support life as we know it, so the crew
moved on. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Of course, it didn’t take long for technology to leap forward and when I watch the old “<i>Star Trek”</i>
episodes now, the special effects seem so antiquated, they’re something
we laugh about. We can take what is already there and turn it into
something better, something brand new and more efficient but we can’t
take nothing and turn it into something. Only God can do that. </p><p style="text-align: left;">When
God’s Spirit hovered over the face of the waters, He did not think it
was inhospitable or that nothing could ever come from it. God looked at
the waters and thought<i>, I can make dry land. I can make light. I can take some of that dirt and form a human being. </i>And
that is exactly what He did. But He did not stop there, He formed a
human being from a pile of dirt and then, He did something remarkable,
He breathed His own Spirit into that pile of dirt and gave it life. That
pile of dirt became the first man—a living, breathing, moving, thinking
person. And God said it was “very good.” Up until then, everything
created was called “good,” but man and woman were “very good.”</p>
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line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 18pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-size: 17pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Marie McGaha is giving away one complete set of her Shine His Light Series - Shine His Light 1, Shine His Light 2 & Shine His Light 3</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 8pt 0pt 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Terms & Conditions:</span></h2><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><h2 dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.</span></span></h2></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><h2 dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One winner will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive one complete set of the Shine His Light Series.</span></span></h2></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><h2 dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This giveaway ends midnight October 28.</span></span></h2></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><h2 dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Winner will be contacted via email on January 27.</span></span></h2></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; 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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><b><span><span>About the Author</span></span></b></span></span></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Wx152Shq0M_ag6CiMXf5yUSRDxZ8agZC-ZxzGG2edGVrJfsbemvRrHskfABM0GqzjG4zjtjS7UYrTY-n65ZGDVVPTG7bb-PkAPyZh9xE7446L2T9AaOS17FE9HjD5osl2LA5ef2foimlXqRVFFqySsI4YEqHMtkzku55pOLrpq-gRCSrgpW1e90/s587/Marie%20McGaha.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="478" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Wx152Shq0M_ag6CiMXf5yUSRDxZ8agZC-ZxzGG2edGVrJfsbemvRrHskfABM0GqzjG4zjtjS7UYrTY-n65ZGDVVPTG7bb-PkAPyZh9xE7446L2T9AaOS17FE9HjD5osl2LA5ef2foimlXqRVFFqySsI4YEqHMtkzku55pOLrpq-gRCSrgpW1e90/w432-h530/Marie%20McGaha.png" width="432" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div><div style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span><p></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Chaplain, author, editor and
inspirational speaker, Marie McGaha lives in the beautiful Ozarks of
southeast Oklahoma. After losing the love of her life, Nathan, Marie
returned from the mountains of Idaho to their native home where she
lives with a houseful of yapping furbies, pigs, chickens, and a horse
named Horse! Shine His Light 4, the final book of the series, is due out
spring 2023.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.mariemcgaha.com">www.mariemcgaha.com</a> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/Marie_McGaha">https://twitter.com/Marie_McGaha</a> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMarieMcGaha/">https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMarieMcGaha/</a> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;">LinkedIn: <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/mariemcgaha/">https://www.linkedin.com/in/mariemcgaha/</a></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa13H7EwJVjsCR31dLh-USNarK6neIUlEm0BYcKqxXAFipztl_X_gcanhF1eZcDvYTeo_pyXx-nERzycO0-2F8U04qkgWCphqXnmTDBqQsdAR3-wFwEm9msa-ZrJsHSH54HhXXmlUfz5kX1NSmV0MSKQOhUHd912zkd4bwchB61igH2VBMQ2dWP0/s2720/Shine%20His%20Light%203%206.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1844" data-original-width="2720" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa13H7EwJVjsCR31dLh-USNarK6neIUlEm0BYcKqxXAFipztl_X_gcanhF1eZcDvYTeo_pyXx-nERzycO0-2F8U04qkgWCphqXnmTDBqQsdAR3-wFwEm9msa-ZrJsHSH54HhXXmlUfz5kX1NSmV0MSKQOhUHd912zkd4bwchB61igH2VBMQ2dWP0/w640-h434/Shine%20His%20Light%203%206.png" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p></div></div><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;">Sponsored By:</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br style="font-size: 15.4px;" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pumpupyourbook.com/" style="color: #888888; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="956" height="174" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQ6IPbeU0k/X-8d6ScxRVI/AAAAAAAA84I/HY7f-zgSjqAAe_CyeCtW8nViVRneT9BzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h174/Pump%2BUp%2BYour%2BBook%2BVirtual%2BBook%2BTours%2BBanner.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="400" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1