tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44597237284846362492024-03-17T20:03:51.501-07:00Confessions of an Eccentric BookaholicI confess...I hoard books.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger857125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-59000419525789603572024-02-21T21:00:00.000-08:002024-02-21T21:00:00.141-08:00Book Spotlight | Blog Tour | The Dreaming Team by Chris Wallace<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14solOUn3q_J3hSiOu0mvbXvgAim8KUchdxXvC1sa9DNjJga83fM7eJgi5Y891302KexIAWN-3TWgBpXbreU2UTqtO6wwQvbgmcxi1C_sPfN3j4Psy9zW_otzBXT0L6olPxH9puZotaVT413mjM8zyUjS8afC5XB0dKhnkd9siRZT0ZdAZhyq7EICIQ/s699/The%20Dreaming%20Team%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="699" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14solOUn3q_J3hSiOu0mvbXvgAim8KUchdxXvC1sa9DNjJga83fM7eJgi5Y891302KexIAWN-3TWgBpXbreU2UTqtO6wwQvbgmcxi1C_sPfN3j4Psy9zW_otzBXT0L6olPxH9puZotaVT413mjM8zyUjS8afC5XB0dKhnkd9siRZT0ZdAZhyq7EICIQ/w517-h188/The%20Dreaming%20Team%20banner.jpg" width="517" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://puybvirtualbookclub2.blogspot.com/2023/10/pump-up-your-book-virtual-book-tour_01762297876.html"></a>
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<div><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Dreaming Team is a true story for anyone who believes that seemingly insurmountable odds can be overcome if you have the talent and the opportunity..</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-2dbdcf41-7fff-5c00-a2a1-d74edea59aed" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; 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></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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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="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Title: The Dreaming Team</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Chris Wallace</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-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Publication Date: October 30, 2023</span></span></p><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pages: 368</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Genre: Historical Fiction</span></span></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;">
</h2><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">In
the 1850s, Australia was a thriving colony of the British Empire, with
its own sense of importance and sophistication. But the people who had
occupied this vast land for upwards of 40,000 years didn’t fit well with
colonial expectations of the future. In every way imaginable, white
Australia tried to keep its “darkies” in line. It is against this
backdrop in the 1860s that the amazing story of an all Aboriginal
cricket team, the first Aussie team to do so, played at Lords, the home
of cricket in England. Conventional wisdom predicted that Indigenous
Australians would die off by the next generation. <b><i>The Dreaming Team</i></b>
brings those Indigenous players to life and follows them on an
adventure that would appear to be unbelievable if it weren’t true. They
not only changed the minds and perceptions about Aboriginal
Australians, they arguably changed the course of Australian history.
Praise for The Dreaming Team: <i>“A beautiful story, beautifully
written, about a piece of Australian history that, if you don’t know
about, you probably should. Heartwarming, heartbreaking and brimming
with relevance for today’s Australia. A poignant example of how far
we’ve come and how far we haven’t.”</i> <i>“The Dreaming Team tells the
true story of the all Aboriginal cricket team from Victoria who did a
tour of Great Britain back in the 1860s and all the drama, setbacks, and
cultural divide between the Aboriginals and white Australians involved.
Considering the state of affairs for Aboriginal people in those days,
the team’s accomplishments are no small feat!”</i> <i>“What an
interesting story. It is truly an Australian story about indigenous
Australians. The story grabbed me from the first chapter, and drew me
further in to where I could not put it down. I don’t want to give
anything away, so I will say that the twists and turns makes you want to
know what happens next at the end of each chapter. To say it is a
sports story is not fair, it is a people story, told from the heart,
about the hearts of people who love the land, and their story. I
recommend it highly, and look forward to more from the author, Chris
Wallace!”</i></span></span> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">You can purchase your copy at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dreaming-Team-Chris-Wallace/dp/0645968706/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1700139793&sr=1-1">Amazon</a>. </span></span></p>
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Buckingham has asked Black Johnny to come into the shearing shed. They
stand together, both uncomfortable for different reasons. Unaarrimin
wonders if he’s done something wrong. He has always tried to be a good
worker. Never complained about anything. Was happy just to be there on
the station What could he have done? In the very back of his mind, he
wonders if it has anything to do with Alice but dismisses the thought
as soon as it comes. Mr. Buckingham is uncomfortable because he doesn’t
like confrontation. And especially this one. He is perfectly happy
with Black Johnny, finds him easy going, cooperative and good at his
job. It’s only because of his wife that he is in this position. After a
few more awkward minutes, Buckingham clears his throat and begins.
“You know . . . Um . . . You see . . . If it was up to me . . . Well . .
. Er . . . The Missus has a bit of ah . . . Oh, damn it, I’m going to
have to let you go. That’s the size of it. You’ll have to leave the
property. I’ve arranged some provisions for you, tea and sugar, salt, a
blanket, a billy, matches, a good knife. But you’ll have to go.”
Unaarrimin can only look at this man dumbfounded; this man who has been
his guardian since he was orphaned as a little boy. “What have I done?”
Unaarrimin asks. “Well, that’s just it, you see. It isn’t that you’ve
done anything. It’s more like . . . um . . . look, Johnny, let’s just
leave it that the Missus would rather you weren’t here anymore. Like I
said, if it was up to me, we wouldn’t be having this talk. But you’ve
got to go. Here, take this letter with you. It’ll help you get a job
somewhere else. But she wants you off the property tomorrow. Early.”</span></i></i></span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Alice
and Unaarrimin had been inseparable when they were children. She
claimed him. She taught him to read. As she learned them, she taught
him manners. They hiked all over Mullagh Station together. He taught
her how to live in the bush, showing her what plants were edible; how to
make bread, how to build a proper fire. They got into all manner of
mischief together, stealing honey from Mrs. Buckingham’s cupboard and
tobacco from Mr. Buckingham’s pouch. One time Unaarrimin twisted his
ankle jumping from the roof of the shed because Alice dared him. When
they saw that he was alright, they rolled on the ground together in fits
of laughter. He remembers how infectious Alice’s laugh is. It’s like a
melody, like music to him. He would always do anything to make her
laugh. And she always did. One day he was teaching her how to throw a
boomerang. “<i>Hold it like this,’ he says. “Throw from the
shoulder”. Alice cranks her arm for a mighty toss and cracks Unaarrimin
in the nose. She starts laughing her magical laugh. Even when it
starts bleeding, she’s still laughing. And by now, he is laughing
too. Alice takes a handkerchief from her pocket and begins dabbing the
blood. Then she gives it to him so he can apply enough pressure to stop
the bleeding. All the while they are laughing uncontrollably.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But there
is no laughter now. Now, he is filled with sadness as he empties the
remains of the billy onto the fire and rolls up his swag. Where is he
to go? What is he to do? He ambles away from the billabong, no longer
conscious of freedom, but thinking of what he has lost, wondering if
he’ll ever see her again. </span></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Chris Wallace is a creative resource. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">As an actor, he was a regular on the hit daytime drama, <b>All My Children</b>, created the role of The Half-Percenter in Joe Papp’s production<b>, Mondongo</b>, appeared in countless television programs, including <b>The Incredible Hulk</b>, <b>The Mary Tyler Moore Hour</b> and had a starring role in the holiday horror classic film, <b>New Year’s Evil</b>. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">As a producer, he put on <b>New York: A Great Place to Live</b>
at Lincoln Center which kicked off New York City’s Diamond Jubilee; for
Channel Five in New York, he produced the highly acclaimed <b>Harlem Cultural Festival</b>; at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem, he produced <b>Uptown Sunday Afternoon</b>,
which was hosted by Harry Belafonte and featured Richard Pryor, Bill
Withers, and a galaxy of other performers; for the National Organization
for Women, he produced <b>A Valentine’s Day Tribute to Woman</b> at New York’s Town Hall; was associate producer of the first <b>Ali-Frazier Heavyweight Championship Fight</b> at Madison Square Garden, and produced the gigantic block party, hosted by Gwen Verdon, which named West 46<sup>th</sup> Street as <b>Restaurant Row</b>. .</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">He earned the Silver Award at the New York International Film and Television Festival for <b>In the Balance</b>,
a film that advocated sustainability and common sense in wildlife
management. It was also singled out by the Department of the Interior
as one of the best films of its kind. Chris wrote, narrated and wrote
the musical score for that film.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">He
performed on several children’s television programs in New York,
Boston, Philadelphia, Washington D.C. and Jacksonville, singing his
original children’s songs. In Hollywood, he performed them for all
denominations of Big Brothers and Big Sisters of America. He created a
musical, <b>A Special Thing to Be</b>, at the Los Angeles Children’s Museum that featured his kids’ songs and the museum’s children’s chorus.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">He wrote the songs for two children’s theatre productions in Hollywood, <b>Hooray, Here Comes the Circus</b> and <b>Sleeping Beauty</b>; wrote and performed the songs on <b>Strong Kids, Safe Kids</b>,
a video produced by Henry Winkler for Paramount that dealt with the
protection of children from sexual molestation and exploitation. He
created his first musical revue, <b>Greatest Hits</b>, in Hollywood, which played several venues, including Carlos ‘n’ Charlie’s on Sunset Strip and The Backlot in West Hollywood.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Upon relocating to Australia, he produced <b>A Helping Hand</b> at the Victorian Arts Centre, a benefit for Quadriplegic Hand Foundation; wrote book, music and lyrics for <b>Nothing to Wear</b>, a musical based on “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” also produced at the Victorian Arts Centre. He created a one-man show, <b>A Thing of Shreds & Patches</b>, for the Melbourne Fringe Festival; created another one-man show, <b>The Mark Twain You Don’t Know</b>, which toured Australia, then Pacific Palisades, California, and played in New York City on the 100<sup>th</sup>
anniversary of Mark Twain’s death. He created several cabaret shows
for The Butterfly Club in Melbourne, most notable of which was <b>Les Femmes</b> which featured an all female cast. He wrote, produced and performed in <b>Huckleberry: A Musical Adventure</b> which premiered in Melbourne.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Which brings us to <b>The Dreaming Team</b>. This is his second book. The first, <b>Hollywood Mosaic</b> is written under the pen name, Pete Joseph.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">You can visit his website at <a href="http://www.olentangymusic.com"><b>www.olentangymusic.com</b></a>.</span></span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<h2 dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-580d7d28-7fff-0026-bbb9-38580b77c0d5" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Title: Pinball Wizard</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Michael D. Meloan</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pages: 136</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Genre: Novella / Romantic Action / Adventure</span></span></h2>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Michael
D. Meloan’s new novella PINBALL WIZARD is a story of love, sex, jets,
and Bukowski. Ralph is buffeted between a controlling father,
international intrigue in the US defense industry, and a friendship with
the writer Charles Bukowski. A wild girlfriend also ratchets-up the
action.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Are
you the Pinball Wizard or the pinball?” asks Ralph’s manager inside a
nuclear hardened bunker in England. That is the question driving Michael
D. Meloan’s new novella–a story of love, sex, jets, and Bukowski.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Lights
flash and bells ring as Ralph is buffeted between a controlling father,
international intrigue in the US defense industry, and a friendship
with the writer Charles Bukowski. A wild girlfriend also ratchets-up the
action.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">But in the end, it is Ralph’s turn at the controls.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“My
mailbox contained a surprise a week or so ago: PINBALL WIZARD, a
novella by Michael Meloan. It is one of the most satisfying reading
experiences I’ve had in recent years, in part because it handles a
famous writer (Charles Bukowski) as one of its main characters with
nonchalant deftness. Meloan’s slightly picaresque story is hard to
classify, which is one of the things that makes it such a pleasure to
read. He has a gift for writing unapologetically masculine prose; it’s
flavorful without being exotic, and it doesn’t hurt that he has a fine
ear for dialogue.”–Bill Mohr, writer, critic, and English Literature
Professor at California State University, Long Beach</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">More information on the book PINBALL WIZARD can be found at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Pinball-Wizard-Michael-D-Meloan/dp/1733386483/">https://www.amazon.com/Pinball-Wizard-Michael-D-Meloan/dp/1733386483/</a>. </span></span></p>
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think every woman is a whore. You hate women. Admit it!” said Linda.
“You can’t look a woman in the eye and relate to her as a human being.
All you see is fishnet stockings, tits, and a hole.”<p></p>
<p>“You’re starting to piss me off,” Bukowski replied. “If it wasn’t for
me, I don’t know what the fuck you’d be doing. That shitty little
restaurant would be out of business in a week. What would you do if you
had to go out and get a real job? I guess you could make Slurpees at
7-Eleven. Or sell oranges on a freeway on-ramp.”</p>
<p>“You’re the kind of vile piece-of-shit that makes people jump off
buildings or blow their brains out. You have a genius for sucking every
ounce of hope and joy out of anyone around you.”</p>
<p>“At least I have a genius for something. How many even have that?”</p>
<p>“You’re right. I’m sure Hitler was a genius, too.”</p>
<p>“Why don’t you move out? Go ahead and go! Do you think you’re the only woman I can get?”</p>
<p>“No, I’m well aware that the lure of fame—even second-rate fame like yours—is a powerful aphrodisiac for trailer trash women.”</p>
<p>“That’s it!” Bukowski planted his foot underneath the wooden coffee
table and kicked it over, launching glasses of wine into the air. “Get
out of my house! You DON’T live here anymore! I mean it. We’re through!”
Bukowski and Linda stared at each other. Linda’s jaw flexed
rhythmically. Then he moved in close. “I mean it! LEAVE!” he screamed,
spewing spittle in her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks.</p>
<p>She stood up and looked at me. “Get me out of here,” she said.</p>
<p>“OK,” I replied.</p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Michael
Meloan traveled extensively to England, Germany, and South Korea
supporting the Department of Defense as a software engineer. He met the
real Top Guns at Ramstein, Germany. He also wrote short stories for
Larry Flynt, Buzz, Wired Magazine, and many literary journals. With his
brother, Steven, he penned a published novel called The Shroud. Also
with his brother, he wrote journalism for The Huffington Post.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">In
the ‘80s and ‘90s, Meloan was friends with Charles Bukowski and his
wife Linda. Bukowski enthusiastically encouraged his writing and invited
him and his wife Cathy to many Hollywood events.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Meloan
was also good friends with NPR monologue artist Joe Frank. Their
regular brunches at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills were among the
most fascinating encounters of his life. They discussed sexual failure,
the nature of existence, godly realms, and the existential abyss. Meloan
had the privilege of co-writing a number of radio shows with Frank that
appeared on the NPR syndicate. The documentaries</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Bukowski: Born into This and Joe Frank: Somewhere Out There both contain interviews with Meloan.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Visit the book’s website at <a href="http://www.pinballwizardbook.com">www.pinballwizardbook.com</a>.</span></span></p>
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the death of her mother, Rynna Dalton comes to live with her imperious
great-grandmother and her bookish, disabled cousin Ted at Stonebridge
Manor. Almost immediately she is aware of a mysterious presence, which
she believes is the spirit of her mother’s murdered cousin, Rosalind.
Rynna is charmed by Rosalind’s lawyer son Jason Wyatt, who courts her,
and she agrees to marry him. Meanwhile Ted and Rynna become good
friends. But Stonebridge holds secrets that will profoundly affect her
future. Why is Ted so opposed to the match? Why does Rosalind seem to
warn Rynna against it? And how far will Jason go to possess
Stonebridge—and the woman he professes to love?</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Links:</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stonebridge-Linda-Griffin-ebook/dp/B0CGG1TN31"><b>Amazon</b></a><b> | </b><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1000585740"><b>Barnes & Noble</b></a><b> | </b><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/stonebridge/id6463164419"><b>iBooks</b></a></span></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nHtzBIsp53w4C48vYmR353sxV05BPeFjl1wEMN6ozdhXwSjkZlkyC3Rxhmdo7Wl3EiH-Fc0JjO2DryWpgx4wPJBzXY0dGqFjzYqZY0O70FursgXQ3tw2hQqGPCB_xP_n3gw8ryFX7GmSUdZi2Jworx4H7iXkusvkDIO_Q7HYhR1eh2h82LZANBED6BYD/s385/Linda%20Griffin%20author.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="385" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nHtzBIsp53w4C48vYmR353sxV05BPeFjl1wEMN6ozdhXwSjkZlkyC3Rxhmdo7Wl3EiH-Fc0JjO2DryWpgx4wPJBzXY0dGqFjzYqZY0O70FursgXQ3tw2hQqGPCB_xP_n3gw8ryFX7GmSUdZi2Jworx4H7iXkusvkDIO_Q7HYhR1eh2h82LZANBED6BYD/s320/Linda%20Griffin%20author.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><i><br />Linda
Griffin knew she wanted to be a “book maker” as soon as she learned to
read and wrote her first story, “Judy and the Fairies,” at the age of
six. She retired as fiction librarian for the San Diego Public Library
to spend more time on her writing. She has had stories of every length
from short shorts to novellas published in numerous literary journals,
and Stonebridge is her eighth book from the Wild Rose Press. She
enjoys the three R’s — reading, writing, and research–as well as
Scrabble, movies, and travel. </i><p></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Author Links </b> </span></span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.lindagriffinauthor.com/">Website</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/LindaGriffinA">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lindagriffin.author/">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://www.instagram.com/lindagriffinauthor/">Instagram</a></span></span></i></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-35042710617583043762024-01-08T21:00:00.000-08:002024-01-08T21:00:00.178-08:00Book Spotlight | Blog Tour | Echoes of a Voice for Justice by Anita Hackley Lambert<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauYu8kQhAhTUFfW1QV4T_aFXaU3563Nsd1OIFaaE1xeAnbQDP_5IB_yXZPDPW4wt_e_FfxyAH8bu_HZUjp3fa89bo2n3aedhiSkHXRHD_T8hW_bItGuSvrRPycricLoPZBzy0H8hfQW03lK46TgR8bZx6igCvHGpp4ctuRpQV29QZ6GUhR-pZHnD89g/s699/Echoes%20of%20a%20Voice%20for%20Justice%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="699" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauYu8kQhAhTUFfW1QV4T_aFXaU3563Nsd1OIFaaE1xeAnbQDP_5IB_yXZPDPW4wt_e_FfxyAH8bu_HZUjp3fa89bo2n3aedhiSkHXRHD_T8hW_bItGuSvrRPycricLoPZBzy0H8hfQW03lK46TgR8bZx6igCvHGpp4ctuRpQV29QZ6GUhR-pZHnD89g/w554-h204/Echoes%20of%20a%20Voice%20for%20Justice%20banner.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://puybvirtualbookclub2.blogspot.com/2023/10/pump-up-your-book-virtual-book-tour_01762297876.html"></a>
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<h2 dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-580d7d28-7fff-0026-bbb9-38580b77c0d5" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Title: Echoes of a Voice for Justice: The Story of Barry A. Murray</span></span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Anita Hackley Lambert</span></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><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Publication Date: </span></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-18d95861-7fff-dbdf-2ef4-6576e0dda483" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">December 18, 2023</span></span></p><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pages: 296</span></span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Genre: Historical Biography</span></span></span></h2>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Experience
the extraordinary life of Barry Antonio Murray, an unwavering champion
for the progressive Black movement of the post-Reconstruction era. Ms.
Lambert masterfully tells the riveting tale of this unsung civil rights
activist, influential publisher, and uncompromising editor in this
historic biography. Uncovering a 50-year-old family secret, Ms.
Lambert’s captivating narrative begins at her book's debut, where chance
encounters forever altered her life. Delve into Barry Murray’s legacy,
his ties to F.H.M. Murray, a civil rights trailblazer and the
great-grandfather he never knew—yet, walked in his shoes. Readers gain
insights into the nation’s racial divide and witness the heart-wrenching
conclusion and his questionable sudden death. This captivating
biography sheds light on Barry’s remarkable journey, celebrating his
unwavering activism, pursuit of justice, and empowerment of the
community. This saga intertwines history, personal struggles, and family
secrets, leaving an indelible mark on readers, showcasing the
indomitable spirit of one man’s triumphs and divine destiny.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><em>“Barry
was one of those Black people who was loyal to his belief in the need
to sacrifice for full Black freedom. People like him often make great
sacrifices but do not benefit from their sacrifices. He never got
rewarded by the community for his service to the community – most never
do. If we all lived as Barry did we would be free.” -- </em><strong><em>Wayne Young, Editor of Port of Harlem Magazine</em></strong></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3T8UDka" style="font-family: Gabriela;"><strong>Amazon</strong></a></span></p>
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<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><em>Prologue</em></h2>
<h1 class="wp-block-heading"><strong>Echoes of a Divine Encounter</strong></h1>
<p>God blessed me, then set me up to bless me again. </p>
<p>Call it an omen if you like. I know better. It was a clear
demonstration of God's favor in my life, as He has always been present.
In His infinite wisdom, the Holy Spirit sent a message to my spirit,
assuring me that great things would transpire once my book, <em>F.H.M. Murray: First Biography of a Forgotten Pioneer for Civil Justice</em> was released. Little did I know how astonishingly accurate that message would prove to be. </p>
<p>As a first-time author entering the arena of Pulitzer Prize-winning
authors, the journey behind the creation of this book is remarkable in
itself. Allow me to indulge in a few eventful affirmations leading to
this book.</p>
<p>Revelation At Harpers Ferry</p>
<p><strong>DAY 1</strong>. Over three remarkable days, I experienced an
extraordinary blessing. The journey began with a captivating audience of
history enthusiasts eagerly awaiting the scholarly presentation of my
book. Hosting the event was none other than the talented actor and
orator, Fred Morsel, adding an extra layer of prestige to the occasion.</p>
<p><strong>DAY 2</strong>. The second day brought an unforgettable
collaboration as I joined forces with the esteemed Dr. Henry Lewis
Gates. Together, he and our volunteer group embarked on a historical
reenactment that transported us back in time, allowing us to breathe
life into the past. The experience was nothing short of awe-inspiring.</p>
<p><strong>DAY 3</strong>. As the event's third and final day unfolded,
it delivered an exceptional finale that surpassed all expectations.
Amidst a captivating photo shoot, I had the incredible honor of meeting
the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and esteemed historian, David Levering
Lewis. His approval of my book was a momentous validation, solidifying
its significance in the literary world. Furthermore, I had the pleasure
of engaging with readers and selling and signing copies of my book--an
experience that felt like a dream come true for a first-time author.</p>
<p>But the wonders did not end there. On this very same day, I had the
privilege of capturing memories alongside the illustrious Dr. DuBois
Irving, the great-granddaughter of the legendary W.E.B. DuBois, as well
as Reverend Walter Fauntroy. It was a surreal convergence of influential
figures embodying the legacy and impact of the subject I had delved
into within my book.</p>
<p>In retrospect, I realized how mistaken I was to believe that the day
couldn't get any better. This trifecta of days had become the pinnacle
of a first-time author's aspirations, a once-in-a-lifetime culmination
of success, connections, and reflective experiences. It was an
unforgettable chapter in my life, ever etched in my memory.</p>
<p>The true purpose behind our fateful meeting that day in Harpers
Ferry, West Virginia became crystal clear, and its significance can
never be underestimated. It felt as if the forces of destiny were at
work, orchestrating every detail. Joan Anderson and her daughter Kelly
had embarked on a journey with a singular objective in mind: to find me
and engage in a discussion. Their presence was no mere coincidence; they
sought me out with a determination reminiscent of an eagle's relentless
pursuit of its prey.</p>
<p>As they made their way across the paved courtyard towards me, I
immediately sensed an air of urgency and purpose. Joan, with a
noticeable limp and relying on a cane for support, locked eyes with me.
The tremor in her voice betrayed her emotional state as she began to
speak. What she revealed next left me utterly stunned. "My son, Barry,
has been a closely guarded family secret for half a century," she
confessed. Her words hung heavy in the air. "He is none other than
F.H.M. Murray's great-grandson. He shares a bloodline with you."</p>
<p>Sensing the watchful eyes of curious onlookers, Joan guided me away
from the crowd, creating a cocoon of privacy amidst the bustling
celebration. She revealed that other family members were in attendance,
yet she chose to trust me, a stranger, with her most painful secret. As
she spoke, her words carried a weight of sincere love and immeasurable
loss. It was palpable how deeply she cherished her son and the
devastation she felt in his absence. </p>
<p>The burden she had carried for so long was finally lifted, and she entrusted it to me, a confidant she had only just met.</p>
<p>In that moment, the weight of generations converged, extraordinarily
intertwining our lives. The revelation brought forth a deep sense of
connection as if a hidden mystery of familial ties had been unveiled.
Our encounter was far more than a chance meeting—it was a cosmic
convergence guided by an unseen hand. It was as if the universe itself
conspired to bring us together, weaving together our shared heritage and
the legacy of our ancestors.</p>
<p>I sat in awe as Joan continued to unveil the depths of her long-held
secret, her words flowing uninterrupted. It was as if she bore the
weight of this revelation for years, and now she was resolute in her
purpose. There was a certainty in her voice, an insightful understanding
of the task before her. With a firm determination, she looked directly
into my eyes as if she could anticipate my very thoughts.</p>
<p>You have been chosen," she declared, her gaze piercing into the depths of my soul, "to write Barry's story."</p>
<p>At that moment, the weight of responsibility and privilege
intertwined. For over fifty years, the truth about Freeman Murray's
audacious fight for African-Americans had remained buried, neglected by
historians and authors who failed to uncover his significant
contributions. Yet, she believed that I, and only I, possessed the
ability to breathe life into Barry's legacy, to connect him to his
Murray lineage, and to share his untold journey with the world. Joan was
adamant, unyielding in her conviction that it was my divine purpose to
write Barry's biography.</p>
<p>An inexplicable connection enveloped us instantaneously as if the
threads of fate had bound our lives together across the ages. It felt as
though I had stumbled upon the long-lost sister I had conjured in my
childhood fantasies. Joan articulated that our bond symbolized her
"freedom," a newfound purpose that propelled her forward. As I grappled
with the weight of this extraordinary opportunity, I contemplated
whether I dared embrace an encounter that would bind me by an
unbreakable oath while simultaneously liberating her.</p>
<p>Though cognizant of the commitment that awaited me, I recognized it
as a remarkable honor to undertake. The magnitude of this chance was too
extraordinary to overlook. It held the promise of a cherished
friendship, a sisterhood forged in the depths of shared secrets, a bond
of cousinhood, and the revelation of a hidden familial legacy. Moreover,
it presented an unparalleled opportunity to craft yet another
captivating book, exceeding my wildest aspirations. The first book had
merely set the stage, but this authorized biography, bestowed upon me
like precious rubies, was a treasure of immeasurable worth. It came
accompanied by invaluable documentation, slashing through the dense
thicket of research and providing a shortcut to truth.</p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Ms.
Lambert, a distinguished genealogist, historian, and biographer,
achieved historical acclaim with her inaugural book, praised by
luminaries such as Pulitzer Prize-winner David Levering Lewis and
historian Charles Patterson. As an unrivaled familial authority, she
penned insightful biographies of visionary businessmen and civil rights
champions F.H.M. Murray and Barry A. Murray. Nestled in the Appalachian
Mountains of West Virginia with her husband, Ms. Lambert continues her
literary journey, poised to add two more captivating biographies and
contribute to a quartet of nonfiction gems, that showcases her
unwavering commitment to illuminating the human experience.</span></span></p>
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<div><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-dca85a89-7fff-f0bc-6f53-cb4541c38e9c" style="background-color: white; 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;"></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Going There</em>
is a short story collection within an account of the challenges and
joys of a trip to the Riviera and Switzerland undertaken in the midst of
the Covid pandemic.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-9683e7e0-7fff-2ae4-03b6-5fb733c72fe7" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; 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: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxp19tMMP48IhDcVq4506ZHmohHkDybzz0i38o-MIw0xPdqGlCcNQ4XbKr5nA_j-ww1v9hLg5pyq_nwPfiwIyGPgNrz9DE4_uOcUyFK8i0dbDVs0Ssfk3-TlUhEN5kREIi72sk8gLEWPwqCdMxe-ZNgn86cYPzcf53U39tmIB-LSKtipp-rtRPkwM6Vg/s745/Going%20There.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="538" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxp19tMMP48IhDcVq4506ZHmohHkDybzz0i38o-MIw0xPdqGlCcNQ4XbKr5nA_j-ww1v9hLg5pyq_nwPfiwIyGPgNrz9DE4_uOcUyFK8i0dbDVs0Ssfk3-TlUhEN5kREIi72sk8gLEWPwqCdMxe-ZNgn86cYPzcf53U39tmIB-LSKtipp-rtRPkwM6Vg/w462-h640/Going%20There.png" width="462" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large; white-space: normal;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-9683e7e0-7fff-2ae4-03b6-5fb733c72fe7" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div><p></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><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="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; 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;"></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="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 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 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;">
<h2 dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-580d7d28-7fff-0026-bbb9-38580b77c0d5" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Title: Going There: Tales from the Riviera and Beyond</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Donna Fletcher Crow</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-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Publication Date: December 3, 2023</span></span></p><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pages: 152</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Genre: Travel Memoir / Short Story Collection</span></span></h2>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">In
the summer of 2021 my daughter-in-law and I slipped through a brief
window of sanity in a world driven mad by the Covid pandemic. Our
purpose was to see my granddaughter Jane to a summer program in Monaco,
then back to her ballet school in Switzerland. In spite of restrictions,
protests, and nail-biting worries, the result was a marvelous
experience.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">I
invited characters from my mystery series to join me in my imagination
and have their own adventures in each setting. Their encounters are:
Nice: “The Crime of Passion”; St Tropez: “The Mother Decrees”;
Villefrance-sur-de-mer: “The Ghost Boy”; Monaco: “Fracas in Monaco”; The
Loire Valley: “The Old Winemaker”; Saint Gallen: “Whispers of Legend”.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
final coda is “Home Another Way” As 2 years later I return from quite a
different trip aboard the Queen Mary 2 and my characters join in the
celebrations as worlds coincide.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">More information on the book GOING THERE: TALES FROM THE RIVIERA AND BEYOND can be found at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Going-There-Tales-Riviera-Beyond-ebook/dp/B0CPHBRVJH?ref_=ast_author_mpb">https://www.amazon.com/Going-There-Tales-Riviera-Beyond-ebook/dp/B0CPHBRVJH?ref_=ast_author_mpb</a>.</span></span></p>
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<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-BxNZm0iCLVgMV4XE6IdYN_dmqF5gHWEWn8IlCJ_US1vsb8z2W3SSdvQtnp_ordDNZL6ApbsJgRq4IuCZ9nn5nW3Xsq3hYBUrAQ6f6lWeA02p_9qTDLNhSbYJV2-GkupLTnY33rhwzSRLlmTLICxQR3AcQW6r7QkIWCPTlMwhSoXJJqxmpjZsKTU3g/s1158/Going%20There%20animated.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="388" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-BxNZm0iCLVgMV4XE6IdYN_dmqF5gHWEWn8IlCJ_US1vsb8z2W3SSdvQtnp_ordDNZL6ApbsJgRq4IuCZ9nn5nW3Xsq3hYBUrAQ6f6lWeA02p_9qTDLNhSbYJV2-GkupLTnY33rhwzSRLlmTLICxQR3AcQW6r7QkIWCPTlMwhSoXJJqxmpjZsKTU3g/w214-h640/Going%20There%20animated.gif" width="214" /></a></div><br />Le Garçon Fantôme</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">(The Ghost Boy)</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
taxi stopped on the gravel driveway before the pink and white
confection of Villa Ephrussi and Elizabeth clapped on her wide-brimmed
straw hat as she scrambled out into the bright sunshine while Richard
paid their driver. The scene was stunning every direction she looked
with gardens extending from the chateau before them on to glimpses of
the shining blue Mediterranean beyond their mountain perch.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Oh,
Richard, this is…” her voice trailed off. Richard had already crunched
past her toward the entrance to the villa. She sighed and followed.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
rooms, filled with antique furniture and art treasures, followed one
another in a square around the central patio of Verona marble where
Béatrice Ephrussi de Rothschild had welcomed her guests. Each room was a
mini museum of elegance. Their fellow tourists followed the same path,
exclaiming over each new display of the eighteenth century opulence in
rooms designed for luxurious entertainments: The grand salon with tables
for the games Béatrice loved to play; the small salon, designed for
after-dinner conversation. </span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Regardless
of the grandeur around her, though, part of Elizabeth’s mind held back.
Should they have come on this trip? It had seemed such a good idea when
they planned it a few months ago: Time away together from Richard’s
responsibilities at the boys’ school in Oxford, a chance for her to do
some research for her articles on literary figures… Somehow, it didn’t
seem to be working out.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Richard
strode up the staircase to the first floor and Elizabeth followed. Here
were the rooms for the baroness’ guests. Elizabeth paused at the blue
bedroom, admiring the delicate scrollwork of the panels adorning the
walls. She smiled at the tiny porcelain bird set amid the flowers of the
Meissen chandelier. Elizabeth’s guide sheet told her that Béatrice had
placed it there with her own hands.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She pointed it out to Richard. “Isn’t it charming that she took such personal interest herself ?” </span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Mmm,” he said and moved on to the tapestry room. </span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Elizabeth
followed, but her mind was not on the priceless Gobelins depicting
romantic scenes by Boucher. Richard’s curtness still stung. How long had
he been like that? What had happened to the closeness, the sense of
teamwork they had always shared? What had happened to him? Where had the
twinkle in his eye gone? His playfulness, even?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
beauty began to blur in Elizabeth’s mind by the time they descended to
The Apartments of Béatrice, surely fit for Marie Antionette herself.
Bedroom, dressing room, bathroom… escritoire, tables, settees…</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">It
was in the boudoir that Elizabeth focused on two small pieces of
furniture set apart from all the rest. A pair of elegant child-sized
chairs. She gazed at them in silence for some time. Were they just
interesting objet d’art the baroness picked up on a whim somewhere in
her world travels? Their central placement in her own, personal space,
seemed to say otherwise. Had she purchased them after her marriage, for
the home she and Maurice maintained in Monte Carlo—the square-shaped one
for a son she hoped to have; the one with rounded back and curving arms
for a longed-for daughter?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Elizabeth
scanned the brochure she held, making quick calculations. Béatrice had
married at 19, was married to Maurice for 21 years, divorced at the age
of 40—when perhaps all hope of child-bearing was over? Three years later
she threw herself into the grand building project Elizabeth saw all
around her. And lived here alone, in spite of the lavish parties she
threw. Elizabeth shivered.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Her
shiver, though, was not for her imagined sterility of the inner life of
Béatrice Ephrussi de Rothschild amid her opulent surroundings.
Elizabeth was thinking of their own miscarried infants and the tiny boy
who arrived so early and had lived barely three hours—just long enough
to receive the sacrament of baptism and be christened Richard, Jr. So
long ago—some thirty years now.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
continued to stand in the middle of the room, only dimly aware of the
fine objects surrounding her and of the brilliant view of sky, sea and
greenery beyond the pillars supporting the wide window in front of her.
Until she felt a tap on her arm.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Ready to go to the gardens?” Richard asked.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She nodded, pleased that he had asked.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Out
through the baroness’ bedroom onto the terrasse and on to the series of
side gardens. Richard went on ahead, but Elizabeth stood at the
information board. It wasn’t the plan of the gardens that drew her,
however, but rather the photograph of Béatrice Ephrussi de Rothschild.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Having
just seen the lavish elegance of the woman’s life, Elizabeth was struck
by the look of child-like innocence on her face. The tiny hint of a
smile—surely a rival for the Mona Lisa? The round smoothness of her
cheek, the clear brow with hair held back by a plain band. But the thing
that struck Elizbeth most powerfully was the look of trust in the
far-gazing eyes.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"> The
baroness couldn’t have been older than her mid-thirties when it was
taken. By then, however, she would have been married to her Parisian
banker husband for perhaps 15 years. Elizabeth’s mind went back to the
empty infant chairs in the lonely chamber. By then Béatrice would have
known that any hope she had of a family was unlikely to be realized. Or
was the picture much younger—before any dreams she might have had were
shattered?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Or
was Elizabeth reading her own losses into what could have been
collected merely as a charming curiosity? She gave herself a shake.
Perhaps the globe-trotting couple was far too busy to encumber
themselves with children—or even thoughts of them. Or perhaps the
Parisian socialite desired nothing more than the rare works of art she
traveled the world to collect and commission like her fabulous Fabergé
egg.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Still,
Elizabeth couldn’t shake a small feeling of sadness and disappointment
behind all the elegance and stories of lavish parties. A poet had
written of one when Anna Pavlova danced in the moonlit gardens to Chopin
nocturnes. </span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Yet
it was the coldness of the moonlight Elizabeth felt as their feet
crunched on the gravel path past banks of flaming coral flowers to the
Jardin Espagnol. Elizabeth thought they were alone as they walked the
length of the placid reflecting pool until she was startled by a pebble
breaking the mirror surface of the still water. She turned to see who
had thrown it but caught only a flicker of movement and the hint of a
shadow disappearing into the verdant greenery beyond the border.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Did
you—” she began, but Richard was already leading toward the Jardin à la
Française. They were just about to emerge into the formal elegance of
the French garden with its repetitive borders of pink roses outlining
each formal bed around the myriad fountains when Elizabeth stopped to
gaze up at an enormous urn surrounded by banks of delicate flowers. A
trill of laughter made her turn, but there was no one there. Had she
merely heard the splashing of the fountains playing in rhythmic patterns
the length of the garden?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
hurried forward as Richard had already covered almost the length of the
long garden and was about to ascend the stairway to the small, domed
temple of love that overlooked the French garden. Elizabeth frowned.
Couldn’t he wait for her? Surely, they should view the temple of love
together? Again, she thought of how distant, impatient, even, he had
seemed of late. So unlike him. She had hoped these days on the Riviera
would help them find their old closeness. She sighed.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">By
the time Elizabeth had reached the top of the stairway to the small
temple encircling the statue of the goddess Venus, there was no sign of
Richard. Elizabeth consulted her map. Which of the gardens had he gone
toward? The Rosarie? The curving double stairway of the Jardin
Florentin? The Jardin Exotique filled with the succulents so popular in
this terrain? Elizabeth looked at the picture of the prickly cacti and
shivered at the thought of Richard choosing anything so forbidding.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Whether
from an actual decision or mere instinct Elizabeth’s feet followed the
path to the Lapidaire Stone Garden filled with antique pillars, arches,
and statues of magical beasts and comic human figures. At first, she was
amazed that the baroness would have chosen such whimsical figures for
her garden, and then she thought of the tiny smile playing at the
corners of the enigmatic mouth in the picture she had studied earlier.
The lady must have had a charming sense of humor that seemed to have
come out to play in this garden tucked in one of the far corners of her
vast property.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">And
then Elizabeth heard the silver laughter she thought she had only
imagined before. This time far too distant from the fountains to be
confused with their sound. A child’s laughter, certainly. “Hello, are
you hiding from me?” She looked around. “Shall I find you?”</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Surely
that stirring of the bushes wasn’t from any breeze. Elizabeth set out.
“Ready or not, here I come.” She took purposely crunching steps across
the path, then dived between two azalea bushes still sporting a few
vibrant, late blossoms. A tiny giggle and a stirring of the bushes along
the higher path led her up a few stone steps between two carved exotic
creatures and on toward a colonnade. Elizabeth more skipped than ran,
engulfed in a sense of the freedom of childhood.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Now
all was silent. Had her mischievous phantom child been scared off by
her chase? Or did the quiet mean she was closer? She looked around. What
should she do next? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. Don’t
you want to play anymore?”</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">It
was more a stirring of the breeze than any sound that made her turn.
And there was Richard. Standing with his arms folded, leaning against a
pillar supporting one of the comic figures. How long had he been
observing her? Was his presence what had stopped the child playing? She
drew breath to call out to Richard, but he put his finger to his lips
and took a step forward.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Elizabeth
could only hope she had interpreted his action correctly. She turned
back in the direction of the last indication of her apparition. “Don’t
be frightened. This is Richard. He only looks stern. He likes children,
too.” </span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
plants between the stone gothic arches rustled and a child-sized shadow
darted toward the lavabo fountain with its spouting water. </span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">But
Richard was nearer. He reached the water first, dipped both hands in
and held them up, trails of silver drops falling between his fingers. He
scooped another handful in a cupped hand and extended it. Was he
offering a drink? Or asperges? Or merely playing?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Now
Elizabeth didn’t hear laughter, but music. Was the elusive child
singing or had he pulled a set of panpipes from a pocket? The sound
continued, mingled with the breeze and trickling water, and Richard
continued his offering. But Elizabeth didn’t move. She barely breathed.
The moment was magical, holy.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Had
they encountered a real child—playing a clever game? Was it all her
over-active imagination conjuring up a might-have-been from her recent
melancholic thoughts? Or even a forgotten scene from her own childhood?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
didn’t believe in ghosts—did she? Had the baroness, like herself,
suffered loss—with the shade of that bereavement still hanging over
these pleasure gardens?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Or
had Elizabeth been granted a glimpse of something far greater? A future
still awaiting in the next world—a world without sorrow?</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
cessation of the music made her look up. She had been so lost in her
thoughts she didn’t realize Richard had left the fountain and come to
her. She blinked. He looked—he looked somehow younger, with a new light
in his eyes that seemed to glow from within.</span></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">He opened his arms and she walked into them with a radiant smile as they closed around her.</span></span></h2>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Donna
Fletcher Crow, Novelist of British History, is an award-winning author
who has published some 50 books in a career spanning more than 40 years.
Her best-known work is <em>Glastonbury,</em> The Novel of Christian
England, a grail search epic depicting 1500 years of British history.
The Celtic Cross is a 10-book series covering the history of Scotland
and England from the 6th to the 20th century. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Crow
writes 3 mystery series: The Monastery Murders, contemporary clerical
mysteries with clues hidden deep in the past; Lord Danvers Investigates,
Victorian true-crime stories within a fictional setting; and The
Elizabeth and Richard literary suspense series, featuring various
literary figures. Where There is Love is a 6-book biographical novel
series of leaders of the early Evangelical Anglican movement. The
Daughters of Courage is a semi-autobiographical trilogy family saga of
Idaho pioneers.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Reviewers
routinely praise the quality of her writing and the depth of her
research. Crow says she tries never to write about a place she hasn’t
visited and one of her goals in writing is to give her readers a
you-are-there experience.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Donna and her husband of 60 years live in Boise, Idaho. They have 4 children and 15 grandchildren, and she is an avid gardener.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><strong>Author Links </strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.donnafletchercrow.com/">Website</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/DonnaFletcherCr">Twitter</a> |<a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063745772509"> Facebook</a> | <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/56147.Donna_Fletcher_Crow">Goodreads</a></span></span></p>
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give us her ten confessions from an author's standpoint. While you're
enjoying her ten confessions, be sure to scroll down and find out how
you can purchase her new book available now.</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/s597/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="51" data-original-width="597" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/w640-h54/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" />
</a><ol style="font-size: medium;"><li>I come up with new ideas for my book while I’m driving, watching TV, or swimming. Sometimes, it’s hard to write them down, so I keep repeating them until I can.</li><li>The first title I came up with for this book was <em>The Golden Harvest</em> with the series name, <em>The Epsilon Account</em>, but my sister recommended reversing them. It was a good idea. </li><li>I like to write surrounded by silence. I tried playing CD’s while I wrote, but I only heard the beginning and then it was over. I was so focused on my writing I didn’t hear a thing, so why bother with sound?</li><li>I didn’t start writing until I was over fifty because I was afraid someone might read it. I tried to write a story when I was younger, but my husband looked over my shoulder and started reading it. I deleted it immediately. I didn’t try again until after he passed.</li><li>I should have taken my time after finishing my first book, but I was so excited I wanted to publish it right away. Then I found the mistakes. </li><li>I was very concerned about writing a sexual assault scene in this book. I thought it might be too graphic, but no one else who read it seemed as concerned as I was. Still, I toned it down from my original version. </li><li>I had this book ready to go two years ago, but I put it on hold. My new editor told me if I wrote this book in first person, it wouldn’t work since I had written all my other books in third person. My solution was to change my previous books to first person. It took me a year, and I decided to have a paperback version only on one book, <em>The Black Elf of Seaward Isle. </em></li><li>My cover designer decided not to continue as one, so I did the covers for my revised books and this one. I spent hours (and days) searching through sites for just the right photo. I was upset with a couple of sites that offered free stock photos, but they weren’t.</li><li>My printer died last week, so I had to buy a new one. Do you know how many kinds there are? It was overwhelming, so I queried Google and asked for the best printer for a home office. I got an Epson ET-3850. It’s not the top-of-the-line model as recommended, but I’ll work with it.</li><li> The usual path for a self-published author is to have an email mailing list. I hate the idea, so I don’t have one.</li></ol><p></p></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><div style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvc_kNdU8pwqKK9l4oNbaBDTEzFYbu4w4fB7VVYbS_ftakeSvNq1EfdfaEut1tGRhLS34h53wrFgJ1JfsoRKsiCzviEfFpDfz4utDZhBjIJ1jbrwlLwZ0SWMmkIEmpYL7XCXyHHdISuec/s1600/Meet+the+Author.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-weight: bolder; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="72" data-original-width="589" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvc_kNdU8pwqKK9l4oNbaBDTEzFYbu4w4fB7VVYbS_ftakeSvNq1EfdfaEut1tGRhLS34h53wrFgJ1JfsoRKsiCzviEfFpDfz4utDZhBjIJ1jbrwlLwZ0SWMmkIEmpYL7XCXyHHdISuec/s1600/Meet+the+Author.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLK1zWoAVIpa7mTGNtcdEa8_pbj73yJrTUf0eCAw_H8FrBEzOEGUTVLzk5hONnBYidaiSYXgfHSmcWpmUqwvcQQ7jwAuS7EXLbSD1gn9qH0HTJBm7Cx4ZfZoOxC736qR7Vz8_cA3iD7p4E4PEkdCF92mh7HwiEfTnglkKtcDk3gox2nLK0l02ePn7mlcy/s410/Joni%20Parker%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="298" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLK1zWoAVIpa7mTGNtcdEa8_pbj73yJrTUf0eCAw_H8FrBEzOEGUTVLzk5hONnBYidaiSYXgfHSmcWpmUqwvcQQ7jwAuS7EXLbSD1gn9qH0HTJBm7Cx4ZfZoOxC736qR7Vz8_cA3iD7p4E4PEkdCF92mh7HwiEfTnglkKtcDk3gox2nLK0l02ePn7mlcy/w466-h640/Joni%20Parker%20author.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><p><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 18px;">Joni
Parker was born in Chicago, Illinois, but moved to Japan when she was 8
so her father could become a professional golfer. Once he achieved his
dream, Joni and her family returned to the U.S. and moved to Phoenix,
Arizona. After high school, Joni served her country for 22 years in the
Navy and another 7 years in federal civil service. She retired in
Tucson, Arizona, devoting her time to writing, reading, and watching the
sunrise.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 22px;"><b>Author Links </b> </span></p><p>
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 18px;"><a href="http://www.joni-parker.com/" style="color: black;">Website</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJoniParker" style="color: black;">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/ParkerJoni" style="color: black;">Twitter</a></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="73" data-original-width="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><i style="background-color: #fafafa; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFowEPjsfaW6k9K4P9fBmPlMAAH9tQbHbzeRbvecRR5KLvyOi3QwMSJmYQKKAztjKIwlSsFgyVDdYe5ddOGd0obJfBdnw-otktdE8h_vcUdp94PQ4V1uLf7HGgqDQ9_HutftFUk1qQ1sbzqZUlSN3lB9ym5kjalaBJ6XDxJqYDPIu9RTvko4trh6pqkf-/s576/The%20Epsilon%20Account%20book%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="362" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFowEPjsfaW6k9K4P9fBmPlMAAH9tQbHbzeRbvecRR5KLvyOi3QwMSJmYQKKAztjKIwlSsFgyVDdYe5ddOGd0obJfBdnw-otktdE8h_vcUdp94PQ4V1uLf7HGgqDQ9_HutftFUk1qQ1sbzqZUlSN3lB9ym5kjalaBJ6XDxJqYDPIu9RTvko4trh6pqkf-/w402-h640/The%20Epsilon%20Account%20book%20cover.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></b></div><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14pt;"></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Title: The Epsilon Account: The Golden Harvest Book 1</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Joni Parker</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Publication Date: September 16, 2023</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 388</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Fantasy/Science Fiction Hybrid</span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 18px;">Thousands
of years ago, Eledon was created for the Elves by their Mentors when
they were forced to leave Earth. At least, that’s how the legend goes.
In return, the Elves must pay them a tribute in gold, known as the
Golden Harvest, every four thousand years. The Elfin Council of Elders
appoints Lady Alexin (Alex) Dumwalt, the Keeper of the Keys, to manage
the next payment, due 244 years from now. That is, until the Mentors
show up unexpectedly and demand immediate payment of the Epsilon
Account. Since the Harvest has never been called that, Alex suspects
foul play and uncovers a sinister plot by the Star Elves, a rival clan
from the Constellations, who want to steal the gold. To make matters
worse, they’re willing to do anything to succeed to include murder. <b>Can Alex stop them and save the Elfin gold before it’s too late?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 22px;"><b>Buy Links:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><a href="https://amazon.com/dp/B0CJ88ZZXS"><b>Amazon</b></a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-65530958952163309412023-09-14T04:51:00.004-07:002023-09-14T04:51:56.572-07:0010 Confessions: LJ Ambrosio Author of Reflections on the Boulevard & Giveaway<div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2Rwxj8SJiTd10a4WTV_YYJS0iI0uCtzeql6nc34tjt6Y4sxR0oy7B1rUj8UH_BWXq7X-vWvXu6fd_yJQoQ-ECMstHAzz5Qel53ViDoMdrWKp53EzLzDrVbHFJ_hKBgHQdc7bsn-A4DROZGSkbE1fnFyYOGHL0A4uqYYiQWWZ8cIPXJY5jcpdb1Ee3QjP/s640/Reflections%20on%20the%20Boulevard%2011.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/AVvXsEjn2Rwxj8SJiTd10a4WTV_YYJS0iI0uCtzeql6nc34tjt6Y4sxR0oy7B1rUj8UH_BWXq7X-vWvXu6fd_yJQoQ-ECMstHAzz5Qel53ViDoMdrWKp53EzLzDrVbHFJ_hKBgHQdc7bsn-A4DROZGSkbE1fnFyYOGHL0A4uqYYiQWWZ8cIPXJY5jcpdb1Ee3QjP/w640-h480/Reflections%20on%20the%20Boulevard%2011.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Actor; font-size: large;">Welcome
to the blog tour for LJ Ambrosio's REFLECTIONS ON THE BOULEVARD! LJ is here to
give us his ten confessions from an author's standpoint. While you're
enjoying his ten confessions, be sure to scroll down and find out how
you can purchase his new book available now.</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/s597/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="51" data-original-width="597" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/w640-h54/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" />
</a><p><span style="font-size: large;">1 I can’t write until 9pm<br />2-I can’t write without special gummies<br />3-I must have music on like Leonard Cohen or Disco<br />4-I have to have my Beagle in the office while I write<br />5-I can’t write unless my candle is burning on my desk<br />6-Proof read with a friend who nods and says brilliant<br />7- I can’t write without my research notes<br />8- I have forgotten character's names while writing<br />9- I have forgotten to take characters on a trip they then later appeared on<br />10-I have to have fluid on my desk like coffee of Ginger Ale</span></p><p></p></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><div style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvc_kNdU8pwqKK9l4oNbaBDTEzFYbu4w4fB7VVYbS_ftakeSvNq1EfdfaEut1tGRhLS34h53wrFgJ1JfsoRKsiCzviEfFpDfz4utDZhBjIJ1jbrwlLwZ0SWMmkIEmpYL7XCXyHHdISuec/s1600/Meet+the+Author.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-weight: bolder; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="72" data-original-width="589" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvc_kNdU8pwqKK9l4oNbaBDTEzFYbu4w4fB7VVYbS_ftakeSvNq1EfdfaEut1tGRhLS34h53wrFgJ1JfsoRKsiCzviEfFpDfz4utDZhBjIJ1jbrwlLwZ0SWMmkIEmpYL7XCXyHHdISuec/s1600/Meet+the+Author.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip924yjGpu8iszR6e1vxC0AvbZcMdQXx3TouEMIKFMZLpialq1m4OaI6JaBslE22EDi24VCxFORap31xaqinQTb8HHv95P3CEG4g6UmZQ9QONnNANcX8HlO9EeL7cGTQkW4U79Rx_P9rMPzEoLaPbnC6o1_qkVYkBXSmTAfCGRHN9VIsrDYcmHLru3j2EG/s560/L.J.%20Ambrosio.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="560" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip924yjGpu8iszR6e1vxC0AvbZcMdQXx3TouEMIKFMZLpialq1m4OaI6JaBslE22EDi24VCxFORap31xaqinQTb8HHv95P3CEG4g6UmZQ9QONnNANcX8HlO9EeL7cGTQkW4U79Rx_P9rMPzEoLaPbnC6o1_qkVYkBXSmTAfCGRHN9VIsrDYcmHLru3j2EG/w400-h400/L.J.%20Ambrosio.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Louis
J. Ambrosio ran one of the most nurturing bi-coastal talent agencies in
Los Angeles and New York. He started his career as a theatrical
producer, running two major regional theaters for eight seasons. He
taught at over 7 universities in America. Ambrosio also distinguished
himself as an award-winning film producer and novelist over the course
of his impressive career. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Author Links </b> </span></p>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: LJ Ambrosio</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Film Valor</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publication Date: June 7, 2023</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 238</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Fictional Buddy Adventure / Coming of Age</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Michael’s story continues from <i>A Reservoir Man</i>
(2022) where we find him teaching at a university ready to retire. He
unexpectedly meets a young man named Ron who becomes his protege and
journeys in a haphazard adventure with him throughout America and
Europe, each twist and turn of the road bringing unexpected adventures.
The journey taken is one of joy, friendship and discovery. </span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;">LJ Ambrosio giving away one $20 Amazon Gift Card & an Autographed Copy of Reflections on the Boulevard!</h2>
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Amazon Gift Card or an autographed copy of Reflections on the Boulevard.</li><li>This giveaway starts August 28 and ends September 22.</li><li>Winner will be contacted via email on September 23.</li><li>Winner has 48 hours to reply.</li></ul>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 17px;">Good luck!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-51538696692410121362023-09-12T21:00:00.001-07:002023-09-12T21:00:00.152-07:00Meet the Author: John Andrew Fredrick, Author of The King of Good Intentions III<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49TZjCJCMK2UgKPF4_rPdruyRndNv7vmRciwqGWwf7UsVTibX2KUlMFeGh7pxi8zRcW6HdrMKUo6So1JDf9txz_jWmOndpaf0XkLVRgQYQGA83XCbee4O_juI7SyG-fZfigDNgTvFvWlp5RWiXT7z5xlIQzD5od-m9c5CG8Xwa264Bd99Jo6KW2nTMKOd/s650/John%20Andrew%20Fredrick%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="451" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49TZjCJCMK2UgKPF4_rPdruyRndNv7vmRciwqGWwf7UsVTibX2KUlMFeGh7pxi8zRcW6HdrMKUo6So1JDf9txz_jWmOndpaf0XkLVRgQYQGA83XCbee4O_juI7SyG-fZfigDNgTvFvWlp5RWiXT7z5xlIQzD5od-m9c5CG8Xwa264Bd99Jo6KW2nTMKOd/s320/John%20Andrew%20Fredrick%20author.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>John Andrew Fredrick is
the author of five novels and one book on the early films of Wes
Anderson. He is the principal songwriter/singer of an indie rock band
called The Black Watch that has released twenty-two albums to
considerable acclaim. As Popmatters.com has observed, he is an
accomplished painter. His poems have appeared in The Los Angeles Press,
Santa Barbara Magazine, and Artillery, among others. He lives in Los
Angeles and London. Visit him on Facebook at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/john.a.fredrick">https://www.facebook.com/john.a.fredrick</a> and Goodreads at <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/177676792-the-king-of-good-intentions-part-three">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/177676792-the-king-of-good-intentions-part-three</a>.<p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b> </b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s1600/Interview.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s16000/Interview.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><span style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></span></b><br />
<p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><span style="font-size: large;">The King of Good Intentions III sounds like a fun read. Is this part of a trilogy and if so is this the last installment?</span></span></p>
<p>Yes, alas, we've reached the end and I think I shall from now on fall silent on the whole "indie rock world" subject. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><span style="font-size: large;">You are not only the author of five other novels and a book on the early films of Wes Anderson, but a songwriter and singer of an indie rock band, the black watch. Can you tell us a little about that?</span></span></p>
<p>The best thing to do is have a listen--and if you hear bagpipes it's the wrong the black watch. I sometimes joke that we are like the mid-period Beatles x The Cure but with better songs. Impossible! We have lots of dreamy pop songs and might appeal to people who love guitars and serious whimsy, to put it oxymoronically. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><span style="font-size: large;">Did you believe your background in songwriting or even being out on the rock band circuit prepared you or helped you write this book?</span></span></p>
<p>Of course it did! All of us who write fiction draw from, then greatly exaggerate, reality. Good old Hemingway, after all, did command us to write what we knew!</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><span style="font-size: large;">What would you like our readers to come away with after reading your book?</span></span></p>
<p>A side ache from laughing and a yen to read more of my novels. A kind of sadness, surely, that the series has ended. And maybe a desire to read the volumes over again--even though you don't need to read them in order!</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><span style="font-size: large;">What are you working on right now?</span></span></p>
<p>My kick serve and two-hand backhand.</p>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: John Andrew Fredrick</span><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Embers Art Press</span><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"> Publication Date: September 12, 2023</span><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 457</span><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Oxygen; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Fiction/General Fiction/Humorous/Black Humor<br />
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The Weird Sisters return from their first What-Could-Go-Wrong (spoiler
alert – everything) National Tour, bandmates/lovers John and Jenny face
their iffy futures together (or apart) as the brilliant and mysterious
Katie upends the romantic/artistic balance that’s been
precarious-at-best. The unmitigated vanity, the mythopoeic beauty, the
megalomania and heartbreak, the exquisite talent and ludicrous hubris –
it’s all here in Fredrick’s wonderful, tart-sweet, final installment.
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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><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Actor; 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-family: Actor; 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-family: Actor; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="https://stellaatrium.com">https://stellaatrium.com </a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Actor; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a href="https://www.twitter.com/SAtriumWrites">https://www.twitter.com/SAtriumWrites </a></span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Actor; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SAtriumWrites">https://www.facebook.com/SAtriumWrites</a></span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b> </b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s1600/Interview.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s16000/Interview.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><span style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></span></b><br />
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Oxygen;">Home Rule sounds like a wonderful science fiction book. Is this the last of your The Tribal Wars series?</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Hey, thanks for the opportunity to talk about the series. Actually,
there are two more trilogies completed. Nine books altogether, and one
more to wrap up the character arches. I have trouble letting go. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">The next book titled TRIBAL LOGIC starts the second trilogy and is due out in January 2024. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">I took my time with writing them all simultaneously for continuity,
so that a character who grows into herself in a later book has a
memorable entrance scene when she’s first introduced. Sometimes the
scenes mix around in my head, though. I have to close one mental file
and open the next to gain some sense of it. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Oxygen;">Did you base any of your characters on real life people?</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">For the rivalries among the female characters, I looked to family and
friends to inspire me toward the way that women fight differently than
men. We can be subtle but do some real damage. I wanted the female
characters to lead in the plot, but also to have fears and setbacks and
feel relatable. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">I was working against the stock figures of women as a love interest or mom or killer. We have so much more to show the world. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Oxygen;">Do you have a favorite character?</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">For HOME RULE that we’re promoting in August 2023, the lead character
is Hershel Henry, a feckless journalist. We are introduced in a later
section to Stuben, a tribal orphan who grows into himself for later
adventures. Now that the complete series is ready for production, I
have to say that Stuben stole my heart. At first, he has low self-esteem
because he’s from the smallest tribe, but he’s a puzzle solver and
becomes a police General Inspector later. Not too much later. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Oxygen;">Where did you set your story and why?</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">The distant mining planet of Dolvia, primarily on the savannah where
offworld mining companies are seeking uranium but finding many other
mineral treasures. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Dolvia is located in the Westend section of our galaxy and is reached
through a stable wormhole that empties near Stargate Junction, a
stationary space station. Societies from that solar system have a
Consortium of Planets where the nations are organized for trade with the
mostly Chinese conglomerates that hold rights over both ends of the
wormhole. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Although the location is distant, characters are mostly human with
some unusual creatures. I felt that the extreme distance took the sting
out of some parallels with nation-states on our planet and the abuses of
the people. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Oxygen;">Did the series involve a lot of research?</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">A lifetime of research, in fact. I am a reader, and turned to history
and biography after I was finished with the Western Canon. LOL I also
taught at university for 18 years including a course that I developed
about migration flows and the cost to the sending country, the host
country, to overwhelmed communities, and the personal stories of migrant
families. Many story situations grew out of my awareness of social and
political trends. Writers reflect what we see, after all. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Oxygen;">What would you like our readers to come away with after reading your book?</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Well, to be entertained, of course. Maybe the reader responds to
characters as though they are real people, and care about their
outcomes. The full story is big and shows a march from tribalism to
binding together for unity and home rule. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">I was hoping we get inspired for fairness, civility, and community
service and recognizing that we only prosper when the community
prospers. </span></span><br /></p><p></p><p></p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="73" data-original-width="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s16000/About+the+Book.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></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/AVvXsEhCA1bNwBVYdOgr_2mYUA4ZzdcfZHnu0RqhV6HVcjnQeCjGg16Sm7Al8DuWhnearaa1fTilZ3Ptn_bnSDVROF6iBWMIW4h4ESNaPlJa1xqtRGcHCe-uY_N6_qwQmjGM6TcMGj7Bx30stZB15wOH1unSTfTsI4TFEVtkpbl8lohw4-JOpc_ynyA7dSvWmnmm/s598/Home%20Rule%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="378" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCA1bNwBVYdOgr_2mYUA4ZzdcfZHnu0RqhV6HVcjnQeCjGg16Sm7Al8DuWhnearaa1fTilZ3Ptn_bnSDVROF6iBWMIW4h4ESNaPlJa1xqtRGcHCe-uY_N6_qwQmjGM6TcMGj7Bx30stZB15wOH1unSTfTsI4TFEVtkpbl8lohw4-JOpc_ynyA7dSvWmnmm/s320/Home%20Rule%20cover.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Title: Home Rule: Book 3 of The Tribal Wars</span></span></span><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> </p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-46776841453438537602023-09-11T06:30:00.004-07:002023-09-11T06:30:56.114-07:0010 Confessions of Jamie Linn Saloff Author of Hatch: A Change Your Life Guide <p> </p>
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<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DCLz8MldiaKV2lKSwbdjB553F9Cmss0Wxfz-FMukVMSX-Be0-AOmh5I6xiWTizAF2-sh-RcGYw0DZzLcK_mDFSU3CPpPvrjKpZ54WpPu_LjNi5r5Kzw2n1DgKNpenYaRJDL2XiIBoDTyQp74GszUfB8MAgn1qnHmIz3tGGv_hPIHq9hZhLYt6HzttAzM/s640/Hatch%2014.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/AVvXsEj9DCLz8MldiaKV2lKSwbdjB553F9Cmss0Wxfz-FMukVMSX-Be0-AOmh5I6xiWTizAF2-sh-RcGYw0DZzLcK_mDFSU3CPpPvrjKpZ54WpPu_LjNi5r5Kzw2n1DgKNpenYaRJDL2XiIBoDTyQp74GszUfB8MAgn1qnHmIz3tGGv_hPIHq9hZhLYt6HzttAzM/w640-h480/Hatch%2014.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Actor; font-size: large;">Welcome
to the blog tour for Jamie Linn Saloff's HATCH: A CHANGE YOUR LIFE GUIDE! Jamie is here to
give us her ten confessions from an author's standpoint. While you're
enjoying her ten confessions, be sure to scroll down and find out how
you can purchase her new book available now.</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/s597/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="51" data-original-width="597" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/w640-h54/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" />
</a><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1. Had I known it would take this long to be the author I wanted to be, I would have quit a long time ago. However, then I would have never met so many awesome people or experienced the wild-carpet-ride life I’ve had. I had no idea I’d have so many trials, errors, and major fails. But I recently saw a meme that showed two sets of bows and arrows. The first image showed a target with no arrows near the center. The second image showed the bow and arrows in the trash. It suggested that the only true failure was quitting. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2. I always have the feeling that if I could just get all my bits and pieces (books, writing, website, social media, etc., etc.) aligned and “done” I could surpass all my greatest expectations. Instead, I am always tweaking, changing, enhancing, and upgrading. Is there any end to all this? Probably not.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">3. My first version of this book began and a letter-like story that detailed my experience with Hodgkins (cancer). A lot of friends read it with interest, but when I look back on it now, I laugh. Riddled with errors, poor grammar, and naïve in its telling, it never would have made it as a published book. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4. It took me fifteen years to write my first major book, and fifteen plus more to fully create the book it was meant to be. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5. I love to answer questions (live, via Zoom, or in writing), but if you ask me to simply create a video or talk about myself, my brain goes blank. I worry that nothing I would say would be interesting to others. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">6. After I met my husband-to-be for the first time, the fellow who introduced us asked me out. I thought that was awkward, so I made sure my husband-to-be would find out. (It worked!) However, after dating for a while, we broke up. I wanted to get back together, so I wrote a story and asked him to read it. (That worked too!) We’ve been married for forty-four years and he still reads every book I write.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">7. I’ve never watched the movie <em>Titanic</em>. It seems like a movie “everybody” has seen, but I’m not everybody. Most of the “everybody” stuff doesn’t inspire me. My husband and I laugh that both the shows we watch and the products we love are often the ones that stop being made. (He still wants them to bring back Oat Flakes.)</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">8. I started suffering from anxiety in 2016, which blew my mind because I’d never had any fears of doing new things, speaking in public, or going places. But I had to do a talk in a bookstore and I went into an internal panic. I had no idea how I was going to speak. An ex-cop I know was part of the audience. I think he picked up on my fear. He began asking me questions, which allowed me to get my mind off of the anxiety. I don’t think anyone else knew. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">9. However, the first time ever that I had to speak in public was in front of some fourth-grade moms who had agreed to help with a children’s writing center. As I stood up in front of the classroom and faced the moms, absolute gibberish began to come out. Words were coming out of my mouth, but they were intelligible. I didn’t know what to do, so I turned around, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, turned back around and started again. From then on, I was fine. Fortunately, no one laughed or asked me about it later. The writing center turned out to be a big success with over 100 volunteers. All the children in the elementary school were able to annually write and “publish” their own books over a period of years. I’ve since spoken in front of all kinds of audiences and, the anxiety episode aside, have no issue with it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">10. I’ve been working on a diet book for several years but refuse to publish it until I actually lose another twenty pounds. (I currently weigh 145.) I’ve read over 150 diet books, most of which were totally useless. </span></span></p>
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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;"><strong>Author Links </strong> </span></p>
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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>
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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://tinyurl.com/3ukyuhk5">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>
</p><p> </p></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-42939660640837887662023-08-14T04:49:00.001-07:002023-08-14T04:49:05.835-07:00Meet the Author: John R. York, Author of The Five Watches: An Accident of Time<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/AVvXsEg43uuvr2w82suPPcUbOU-S3sYQPE-dv7Ox9GSdgl_76kAJtE0wlkneAtrgU9OQIVkDjbWEtlX4DwNVMZvmUgadP1MGGms-CNlzFn1Apjyo46CwkSyme80f3_SjfrKlTozhWJQRrHQiQjW8WidIkToeuDR1F6D7sBnpxI8kwzgcTyPMy3UUFtogQXSLRwCG/s432/John%20R.%20York%20author.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="288" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43uuvr2w82suPPcUbOU-S3sYQPE-dv7Ox9GSdgl_76kAJtE0wlkneAtrgU9OQIVkDjbWEtlX4DwNVMZvmUgadP1MGGms-CNlzFn1Apjyo46CwkSyme80f3_SjfrKlTozhWJQRrHQiQjW8WidIkToeuDR1F6D7sBnpxI8kwzgcTyPMy3UUFtogQXSLRwCG/s320/John%20R.%20York%20author.png" width="213" /></a></div>John R. York has been
writing and publishing his stories since 2016, but he’s always been a
storyteller, even as a kid in Central Ohio where he grew up. His life
experiences provided him with a wealth of tales to share with others and
resulted in his debut work, Wolf’s Tale. He has since published five
more novels, including the award-winning <em>Journey to Eden</em>. A retired high-tech executive, he currently lives with his wife, Paula, in New Port Richey, Florida. <p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.johnryork.com">www.johnryork.com</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/john.york.9277">https://www.facebook.com/john.york.9277</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">TikTok: <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@johnryork">https://www.tiktok.com/@johnryork</a> and <a href="http://www.tiktok.com/@dreamwriter">www.tiktok.com/@dreamwriter </a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon Author Page: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/John-York/author/B0771RCZJ2?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true">https://www.amazon.com/stores/John-York/author/B0771RCZJ2?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21571052.John_York">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21571052.John_York</a></span><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b> </b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s1600/Interview.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s16000/Interview.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><span style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></span></b><br />
<p><strong><em>The Five Watches</em> sounds like a powerful book. What is it about time travel that drove you to write a book about it?</strong></p>
<p>Of all the science fiction sub-genres, I think time travel might be
the most cerebral. Of course, time travel tales typically employ
emotional themes, but the prospect of moving about through time enables
one to contemplate an endless list of “what if” possibilities. There are
plenty of examples of novels that take a flippant or inadvertent
approach to time travel, and these stories are entertaining to be sure.
But I wanted to take a more deliberate perspective.</p>
<p>Before making a final decision on the storyline for this book, I
happened to come across an old copy of H. G. Wells’ stories, which
included <em>The Time Machine</em>. I always liked that story, and the
idea of developing a machine to effect temporal travel, rather than
portals or vague magic, appealed to me. After doing some research on
time as a dimension, the foundation of my story began to take root.</p>
<p>I think time travel is a powerful notion that we, as humans, have
considered ever since we became sentient. I thought it was an ideal
device for a novel, one that would be effective in delivering the
message that I’d been rolling around in my head for many months.</p>
<p><strong>How long would you say it took you to write the initial draft?</strong></p>
<p>I keep track of all the versions of each book I write. I officially
began the initial manuscript on January 25, 2022, and completed it on
June 25, 2022. So, it took me exactly five months. Of course, there
were many subsequent versions to implement corrections, edits, and
rewrites. I generally spend four to eight hours a day writing, which
allows me to be fairly prolific. I like to <em>just get the story written down</em> without paying a whole lot of attention to punctuation, grammar, or style. Then I go back to complete the difficult work.</p>
<p><strong>Can you tell us a little about your main character(s)?</strong></p>
<p>I think the characters of a book are very critical to a story’s
success. It’s important to make them believable and relatable. In
general, I always define my protagonist characters as everyday people. I
often model them after people I know or as an agglomerate of several
people I know or know of. I think this makes them more realistic.</p>
<p>In <em>The Five Watches</em>, Jim Zimmerman and his wife, Zoe, are
important players in the unfolding drama. Jim just wants things in his
life to be calm, without conflict. However, he’s the neighborhood
“go-to” guy, and, as a result, everybody depends on him which,
conversely, results in making his life complicated.</p>
<p>Collectively, his neighbors are also significant characters in that
they represent a “typical” group of diverse beliefs, attitudes, and
personalities that a person might encounter in any neighborhood. I think
(hope) you’ll find most of these neighbors familiar and entertaining. </p>
<p>When a man, his mate, and their son, all from 600 years in the
future, arrive in the neighborhood, things begin to happen that
challenge the relative complacency of everyone on Gator Court. Everyone
is shocked to discover that the future is bleak.</p>
<p>The future characters in the book are quite different from the 20<sup>th</sup>
century characters in that they are intent on annihilating each other.
The “bad guy” is the leader of a dystopian community. The “good guy” is
the leader of a tribal group who’ve survived the centuries of war and
human decline.</p>
<p>The people who start the whole time-travel story are from the 19<sup>th</sup>
century. They are an altruistic group who are hoping to find cures to
diseases that plague humanity in the 1800s. They come across the Five
Watches, which are themselves an accident of time caused by a mysterious
alchemist who is actually a supernatural being who wanted to experience
what it would be like to inhabit a human body.</p>
<p><strong>What would you like our readers to come away with after reading your book?</strong></p>
<p>First and foremost, I hope readers find this story entertaining, but
there is most definitely a message woven into the book. This is a
cautionary tale. After reading this book, I hope readers will think
about the consequences of our actions and inaction as members of the
global human community. Each of us plays a part in the future, and
ordinary people can accomplish extraordinary things when they tackle the
challenges and responsibilities of life. We all travel through time at
exactly the same rate – 60 seconds per minute. So, time is precious.</p>
<p><strong>What are you working on now?</strong></p>
<p>I am currently working on a dark crime drama called <em>Retribution.</em>
It tackles the difficult topic of child sexual abuse, and features two
antiheroes, Jack and Lilith. Jack is a piano teacher, but also a covert
hunter of human monsters. Lilith is a sweet librarian, who discovers
that she has inherited dark powers from her mythical namesake. This is
also an unusual romance novel. Jack and Lilith become obsessively
attracted to each other. Together they hunt down the worst of the
pedophiles and impose their own brand of justice – retribution.</p>
<p>I’m working on my second review and trying to put the polish on
grammar and style. I am anticipating it will be published sometime in
2024.</p>
<p>I have also completed a manuscript for a somewhat unusual story about a piano. <em>I am Everett </em>is
about the “life” of a sentient piano who was “born” in 1901. It’s a
unique look at history from a piano’s perspective. I know it sounds
weird, but I think people will be surprised. Stay tuned.</p><p></p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="73" data-original-width="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s16000/About+the+Book.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span><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/AVvXsEh33ba9vFYMt1TY7odJTbmg1ek80oP8D2PpSe1QprcjZfGEDUXrlnR_YJNfWBVuWEookKnj7h7lePeOxCd60k3FeLNu2suInA4ly9Dx-UPX5LR9Dxu2m9tBkOpIwZSP0adG6e3X0sLRMywvGQoDdycuWB5AiaeDJzItD-xT7MmY_h8r_cbX0O0mYbXSrhfd/s550/The%20Five%20Watches%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="370" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33ba9vFYMt1TY7odJTbmg1ek80oP8D2PpSe1QprcjZfGEDUXrlnR_YJNfWBVuWEookKnj7h7lePeOxCd60k3FeLNu2suInA4ly9Dx-UPX5LR9Dxu2m9tBkOpIwZSP0adG6e3X0sLRMywvGQoDdycuWB5AiaeDJzItD-xT7MmY_h8r_cbX0O0mYbXSrhfd/s320/The%20Five%20Watches%20cover.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Title: The Five Watches</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Author: John R. York</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Publisher: DocUmeantPublishing</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Pages: 316</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Genre: Time Travel<br />
</span></span><p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">What might happen if a
handful of people living in different eras became entangled in time,
some intentionally and some accidentally? The nineteenth-century
scientist, Dr. Wilhelm Gussen, is passionate about improving the welfare
of mankind, and so he begins a journey through time in a quest to learn
about future advances in epidemiology. Physicist Emory Lynch, from the
twenty-seventh century, studies an old pocket watch, said to be a time
travel device, and accidently stumbles into the twenty-first century. In
2019, Jim Zimmerman, the de facto neighborhood go-to guy, finds himself
caught in the middle of a clandestine, future conspiracy. True to his
character, he becomes inextricably involved in future affairs that
involve saving humanity from itself—dragging his wife and a few
neighbors along for the ride. Thus, begins a time travel adventure that
examines the stubborn predictability of human behavior and how some
things, even over time, never seem to change. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Praise:</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">“<em>The Five Watches</em>
is filled with interesting characters and enchanting tapestries woven
into the fabric of time itself. John explores not only the ravages of
time but more importantly the impact of individual kindness, caring, and
selflessness towards others that is heartwarming. I enjoyed this
suspenseful page turner, the connection to everyday people and to
imaginable heroes that we can all strive to become. Uplifting! – Jim
Richards, Beta Reader </span></span></p>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Amazon:<a href="https://tinyurl.com/46fjjp6f"> https://tinyurl.com/46fjjp6f</a></span></span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></p><p> </p><p>
</p><br /><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-34199859598397539902023-08-07T21:00:00.001-07:002023-08-08T06:02:13.542-07:00In the Spotlight: Blood & Water by Linda Armstrong-Miller<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyrt9dBFqvYSmMuBPmPo6EMWzOxFuVYrSa-CnKwB0LGFKVEhMa_9n_0A9tE9-C7GPMxJigUXwgleoQiD8hLWnqEwS1ZASqZzhg3qiJnronuo9EsUOUkI5XCkeTlyBKY5vHp17JPhzl4dHIBjq2PDNKah634AjABmXmoiuDdSBLufXqxMQjAlu9rM9UoLv/s640/Blood%20&%20Water%2024.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/AVvXsEgTyrt9dBFqvYSmMuBPmPo6EMWzOxFuVYrSa-CnKwB0LGFKVEhMa_9n_0A9tE9-C7GPMxJigUXwgleoQiD8hLWnqEwS1ZASqZzhg3qiJnronuo9EsUOUkI5XCkeTlyBKY5vHp17JPhzl4dHIBjq2PDNKah634AjABmXmoiuDdSBLufXqxMQjAlu9rM9UoLv/w640-h480/Blood%20&%20Water%2024.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwrSB8_h5K58Guh3Wn46HJAal39d3SCuSRbRs3ago8EQtqC32MSA0QdGYrV-o0FGcpCCxIe62uzg5b3zeV9qyC2219dPw4uFR8ZpWsfz1a7EJvjN8PkGMceUc2oTBdV2JtYflxBahFJaed45K_eMkDFok0ocx8FRy7wnOCM32OqEzZ6nprgYRHL2D57AK/s697/Blood%20&%20Water.png" 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/AVvXsEiKwrSB8_h5K58Guh3Wn46HJAal39d3SCuSRbRs3ago8EQtqC32MSA0QdGYrV-o0FGcpCCxIe62uzg5b3zeV9qyC2219dPw4uFR8ZpWsfz1a7EJvjN8PkGMceUc2oTBdV2JtYflxBahFJaed45K_eMkDFok0ocx8FRy7wnOCM32OqEzZ6nprgYRHL2D57AK/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;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"></i></span></h2><blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">The exasperated attendant of the information desk turned to her and asked, “Can’t you read?”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“I was just looking for the bathroom,” the lady with the yellow T-shirt said then sucked her teeth.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“That sign don’t say Bathroom.” He pointed down the hall to a sign that did.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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!”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, may I help you?” she asked.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, let me get the patient representative. She’ll be able to…”</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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?"</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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?</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, at the moment—” Tish started again.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“There was an FBI agent that came in with my daughter, Agent Millwood.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Where is he?” Sam interrupted her again.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Sam found him easy to like and trust—something he rarely found, especially the first time he met someone.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">“Thank God,” Sam said leaving Tish and triage.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i 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.</i></span></h2></blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"></i></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" 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></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></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;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycvnq5EaJ_NW8TghST1OyNvpp5-LfIM4c5FIPeKoACJrfmrh-Jf6eVtksu9wHdOKtpZWkrwQsrsNdX_HHDFjAPFYly8FHrvR0eIVZJ2IVaZ_Ex9SUNld7-tlkJ-MwR8zCf4Hu74GiPS4oIe4JDU8NitwRiOE6GmOSW9YTyI_Ac8-mEvki60sPfd8DBquK/s793/Blood%20&%20Water%2019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="793" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycvnq5EaJ_NW8TghST1OyNvpp5-LfIM4c5FIPeKoACJrfmrh-Jf6eVtksu9wHdOKtpZWkrwQsrsNdX_HHDFjAPFYly8FHrvR0eIVZJ2IVaZ_Ex9SUNld7-tlkJ-MwR8zCf4Hu74GiPS4oIe4JDU8NitwRiOE6GmOSW9YTyI_Ac8-mEvki60sPfd8DBquK/w640-h292/Blood%20&%20Water%2019.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> <br /></span></span><p></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-30610499020921648492023-07-27T21:00:00.001-07:002023-07-27T21:00:00.133-07:00Meet the Author: Melissa M. Monroe, Author of Mom's Search for Meaning #Interview <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/AVvXsEj5gMRm7RVq12B3-1ml4J51NqbL2BFUwlsulzGoOZoRXI2Qlv3SOfqlaWKv2bQJS89CGb_KTIgNKRHyIM3PtF5kVe6uvONfzFY5d8kyNpJgwBVwqGJgzSJQI4DjqEXAb_R_lhNZKKax8Ic0264pYv9DOcozxHruIAQDPJ6bsr17QCbT96QlmgZqzt7HzeHf/s1080/Melissa%20M.%20Monroe%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gMRm7RVq12B3-1ml4J51NqbL2BFUwlsulzGoOZoRXI2Qlv3SOfqlaWKv2bQJS89CGb_KTIgNKRHyIM3PtF5kVe6uvONfzFY5d8kyNpJgwBVwqGJgzSJQI4DjqEXAb_R_lhNZKKax8Ic0264pYv9DOcozxHruIAQDPJ6bsr17QCbT96QlmgZqzt7HzeHf/s320/Melissa%20M.%20Monroe%20lg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>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. <p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.melissamariemonroe.com">http://www.melissamariemonroe.com </a><br />
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<p><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><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><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><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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<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><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b> </b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s1600/Interview.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s16000/Interview.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><span style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></span></b><br />
<p><strong><em>Mom’s Search for Meaning</em> sounds like a strong and powerful book. I can’t imagine losing a child. Can you briefly tell us if writing this book was good therapy for you?</strong></p>
<p>Nothing helped me more than writing did. I began to blog about a month after my two-year-old daughter Alice died in her sleep of unknown causes (<a href="http://sudc.org/">SUDC</a>) because I could barely speak, and folks wanted to know how I was doing. They also wanted to know what happened. </p>
<p>I thought some friends and family would read the blog, and I’d save my breath and sanity because re-telling the story over and over was traumatizing. But the blog took on a life of its own, something I didn’t expect. </p>
<p>Eventually, my friend Teresa Strasser (author of Making It Home) ordered me to turn it into a book and send her chapters, and I always (sometimes) do what I’m told.</p>
<p><strong>What do you believe was one of the hardest things about writing your book?</strong></p>
<p>The greatest challenge was turning 799 pages of material into 276 pages. I thought I didn’t have enough material to fill a book (ha!), but my friend Liz Friedlander begged to differ and told me to print everything I’d written to that point. I was shocked to discover there were 799 pages. At that point, I began killing my darlings, as the saying goes. I do not mind the editing process – I daresay I enjoy it at times – but by the time this book was finished, I felt 12 months pregnant with it. It was time for it to go live a life outside of me.</p>
<p><strong>What would you say to mothers who lose a child?</strong></p>
<p>First and foremost, I am so sorry you know this pain. I would wish it on no one. I hope you are forever wrapped in protective love and peace. And the hard days will always come, but they will become farther apart. Between the waves of guilt, it is okay-- strike that, it is imperative-- to enjoy the beauty of the sea. </p>
<p><strong>What would you like our readers to come away with after reading your book?</strong></p>
<p>I hope the bereaved take away hope and the non-bereaved take away compassion and understanding. </p>
<p><strong>What are you working on now?</strong></p>
<p>Currently, I am working on placing some essays in magazines and literary journals. Once I have a few essays out there, I will start a second book. </p>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Melissa M. Monroe</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Independent</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 276</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre:</span><span style="color: black;"> </span>Memoir</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span><p></p>
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</p><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;">Praise:</span></p>
<p>“Melissa doesn’t just say the way out is through, she very much takes
us through what that looks like. And in being so specific, I think it’s
universally relatable. The final chapter is “To be, or not to be”-level
work. This is mom-loss Shakespeare.” Teresa Strasser, author of <i>Exploiting My Baby</i>, the upcoming <i>Making It Home</i>, and co-host of the syndicated TV show <i>The Lis</i>t</p>
<p>“Melissa’s book provides powerful testimony to the strength of the
human spirit and our vulnerable, complicated, and yet inspirational
ability to heal.” Kim Cookson, Psy.D., founder of the Trauma and
Resiliency Training and Services Program at the Southern California
Counseling Center</p>
<p>“It is the story of how one person found her way – with grief and
with pain, but also with humor and grace – back to a life that would be
forever different, but which couldn’t be, and wouldn’t be, anything less
than purposeful and honest.” Dan Koeppel, author of <i>To See Every Bird on Earth</i>, <i>Banana: The Fate of the Fruit That Changed the World</i>, and <i>Every Minute is a Day</i></p>
<p>“The explorations of compassion are deep, Melissa’s march toward love
is inspiring, and the writing is beautiful. It is a book about child
loss that – at times – made me laugh out loud. I will never stop
thinking about this book. And I am so glad.” Liz Friedlander, film and
television director</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>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-6611919037295490092023-07-16T21:00:00.002-07:002023-07-16T21:00:00.136-07:00Meet the Author: Jo Denning, Author of HUSH HUSH CITY #Interview <p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CBYN58hojaWN_6Z-2UposBoZHc0bd5XiBO8KP6nuzFGqHTJqxDAng2fJQLfZtGV4HgtYFsOsYzi2xMJ5j0DHMRW4rn6IEmMByqjemNXbpvPNM9XB8CgAvd_kJpILTuHFiFjSc8aozANF18QG8UP1pJaWeYg_zszlTHEZP_8N3p4aEzh16_-QBcRz-vyA/s429/Jo%20Denning%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CBYN58hojaWN_6Z-2UposBoZHc0bd5XiBO8KP6nuzFGqHTJqxDAng2fJQLfZtGV4HgtYFsOsYzi2xMJ5j0DHMRW4rn6IEmMByqjemNXbpvPNM9XB8CgAvd_kJpILTuHFiFjSc8aozANF18QG8UP1pJaWeYg_zszlTHEZP_8N3p4aEzh16_-QBcRz-vyA/s320/Jo%20Denning%20author.jpg" width="242" /></a></div>Jo Denning is the author of the Saoirse
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>
<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>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s Connect!</span><br /></p>
<p><a href="https://www.jodenning.com/">Website </a>| <a href="https://twitter.com/jo_denning">Twitter </a>| <a href="https://www.facebook.com/people/Author-Jo-Denning/100075794838908/">Facebook </a>| <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21978316.Jo_Denning">Goodreads</a></p><p><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b> </b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s1600/Interview.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBTJya4d7eZfMoLyu2L1JJGjWtwtZavubTz3d4TsycAFfFiEIoOFKQwgz0cxUco1ptHlf9NAsBhatf44__9SNFndSlnELZKIQ27hg0hVRzKA9LxFFaEhhOYaXfEJ5lhQBVAbpnPBZb-mC/s16000/Interview.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><span style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></span></b><br /><p><strong>Hush Hush City sounds like a wonderful dark urban fantasy romance. When you wrote The End, was it emotional for you? </strong></p>
<p>The Saoirse Reilly series will have eight books total so it hasn’t
felt done to me even when I finish a book. I’ll let you know in another
six installments, I guess!</p>
<p><strong>What did you do to celebrate its release?</strong></p>
<p>Oh, gosh. I don’t really do anything to celebrate the release of my
books. Am I supposed to? I celebrate by writing the next book!
Installment three is Black Sight City, so named because it will be the
darkest installment yet. This will be a major turning point for the
series. For those wanting (demanding) more about Reilly’s heritage and
the mysterious world we’ve only seen in flashbacks, this is the book for
you! But be careful what you wish for. It is always darkest before
dawn.</p>
<p><strong>Can you tell us a little about your main characters?</strong></p>
<p>All of the characters in Hush Hush City and the Saoirse Reilly series
are very important to me. They tell the story, I’m just writing it.
Alderisi and Somerled are the fan favs with their big personalities and
complex stories. They are definitely scene-stealers! I enjoy writing
them but I’ll let my reviewers sing their praises. I’m going to focus on
my favorites!</p>
<p>Saoirse Reilly is the protagonist, a Boston police detective with
psychic abilities. She has been a love her or hate her kind of character
for readers and that is intentional. She has taken a lot of hits
throughout her life. As a result, she is a bit of a mess right now. But I
believe in her. Other favs of mine are her partner, Bastian Perez, a
loyal youngest son with excellent social skills and a sweet ride. Unlike
Reilly, all my readers love Bastian. Delaney Bascom is my personal
hero, a fourteen-year-old Autistic girl who seems to know everything.
Reilly saves her from monsters in Dead Blood City, but there will come a
time when Delaney returns the favor. Her ‘uncle’ is Aiden Ward, an
idealistic ADA who sees glimmers of the future.</p>
<p><strong>Did you base any of your characters on real life people?</strong></p>
<p>Yes, most of them are based on relatives, past coworkers, and past
clients. (I’m a clinical social worker and behavioral health therapist
by day.) Special callout to the guy who inspired Somerled’s usage of
everyone’s first names paired with unsettling eye contact. Our fellow
coworkers at the psych hospital called it his power move.</p>
<p><strong>What would you like our readers to come away with after reading your book?</strong></p>
<p>Be open and honest even though it’s terrifying. Secrets give others
power over you. If you come out and say it, whatever it is, you take
back your control. <br /></p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="73" data-original-width="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s16000/About+the+Book.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span><p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PHVzEED2qg19Z_q2l6pJn04i_TKI5AvZnSq-8PHYKevdIa9XVd2FdHnMmn8QAT8TLsxtv4UIHBRAeACf-bDWS0R7nKMPfu3efYJ0VLzukfOTERdRhx9odr24VTxRgn6IG69Sz98fNNAGPd658IQGCmJlWDTcSG3Y-JeNLiuefi2up4z3-W-Y59SNH0Kl/s4297/Hush%20Hush%20City%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4297" data-original-width="2820" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PHVzEED2qg19Z_q2l6pJn04i_TKI5AvZnSq-8PHYKevdIa9XVd2FdHnMmn8QAT8TLsxtv4UIHBRAeACf-bDWS0R7nKMPfu3efYJ0VLzukfOTERdRhx9odr24VTxRgn6IG69Sz98fNNAGPd658IQGCmJlWDTcSG3Y-JeNLiuefi2up4z3-W-Y59SNH0Kl/s320/Hush%20Hush%20City%20lg.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Title: Hush Hush City</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Jo Denning</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Leabhar & Fola Publishing House</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 330</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre:</span><span style="color: black;"> </span>Dark Urban Fantasy Romance</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span><p></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><p> </p><p> </p><p>
</p><br /><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-86200528328829419462023-07-16T21:00:00.001-07:002023-07-16T21:00:00.137-07:0010 Confessions of Kristina Mand-Lakhiani Author of Becoming Flawesome #BecomingFlawesome<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMn2VMoVshKV1ZiFheBl-PriU2p1iOPSCkVGDFnnYu38MhQ6y7t-jzpITPeIshQYbgfO0Z-YyUmuHQipDzDNB6EzjgwzK1DtdxBweUpcaJ31o6gCCqd032_FSClTo0ZF4Kio-wOGsz8J_QiX1g1gDw7tQVwQz87vRMgdP19ebKtzf3-wwDlvES8kJBvFQA/s640/Becoming%20Flawesome%2017.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/AVvXsEhMn2VMoVshKV1ZiFheBl-PriU2p1iOPSCkVGDFnnYu38MhQ6y7t-jzpITPeIshQYbgfO0Z-YyUmuHQipDzDNB6EzjgwzK1DtdxBweUpcaJ31o6gCCqd032_FSClTo0ZF4Kio-wOGsz8J_QiX1g1gDw7tQVwQz87vRMgdP19ebKtzf3-wwDlvES8kJBvFQA/w640-h480/Becoming%20Flawesome%2017.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Actor; font-size: large;">Welcome
to the blog tour for Kristina Mand-Lakhiani's BECOMING FLAWESOME! Kristina is here to
give us her ten confessions from an author's standpoint. While you're
enjoying her ten confessions, be sure to scroll down and find out how
you can purchase her new book available now.</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/s597/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="51" data-original-width="597" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/w640-h54/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ol><li><span style="font-size: large;">One confession I have is that writing a book or promoting it
would require two completely different types of people. Writers are
usually introverts, while promoters are typically extroverts. It's
ironic that after finishing the writing process, you have to engage in
something so unnatural for you.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="2"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Punctuation has been overwhelmingly complicated for
me. In my case, I use British punctuation, slightly modernized. However,
it was later changed to American punctuation, and at some point, I
stopped distinguishing between different punctuation marks like colons
and stops.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="3"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I confess to being an eccentric workaholic. I'm a
night owl, but I write best in the morning. So, when it comes to
writing, I'm lucky. I love waking up before the rest of the world and
working on my book.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="4"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Writing a book turned out to be less overwhelming than
I initially thought. The key is to not just start by opening a word
processing document on your computer and staring at it for two months.
Instead, establish a routine and stick to it. This requires discipline
and assistance in budgeting your time effectively.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="5"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Writer's block is not as horrible as it's portrayed in
movies. It can be overwhelming at times, but in my experience, the
severe cases of writer's block we see on the screen are more prevalent
in fiction writing rather than nonfiction.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="6"><li><span style="font-size: large;">As I was writing the book, I discovered certain traits
about myself that I wasn't aware of before. For example, I realized I
have a tendency to invent words. This was unexpected for me, and it was
an interesting self-discovery.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="7"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Inside my book, one confession I can make is that I
didn't realize how many misconceptions exist in our industry,
particularly in personal growth, transformation, and education. While
writing the book, these misconceptions kept surfacing, which was
surprising to me.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="8"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes, when you start a project, you don't realize
its true magnitude. However, if you remain dedicated and take small
steps, you'll find yourself in a place where, a year ago, you thought it
was too much for you. It's surprising how little actions can lead to
significant outcomes. For instance, I am now being published by a
massively cool publisher and involved in a massive campaign.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="9"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I'm unsure about confession number nine and ten.
However, one confession I can make is that while searching for
illustrations for certain ideas in the book, unexpected and remarkable
stories surfaced. Our life journey is a treasure, and sometimes we fail
to recognize its value until we are forced to seek inspiration from
within our own experiences.</span></li></ol>
<ol start="10"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Lastly, I didn't expect the speed at which the book
cover would be ready. I anticipated a back-and-forth process of not
liking this or that, but I fell in love with my book cover at first
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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. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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 grew
into a global educational organization offering top training for peak
human performance to hundreds of thousands of students all around the
world. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Kristina believes life
it 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 traveler. 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 the small daily choices. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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>”
#BecomingFlawsome. 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></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="https://kristinamand.com">https://kristinamand.com</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kristinamand">https://www.facebook.com/kristinamand</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">LinkedIn: <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/kristina-mand-lakhiani-73168414">http://www.linkedin.com/in/kristina-mand-lakhiani-73168414</a><br />
</span></p>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Kristina Mand-Lakhiani</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Hay House Publishing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 280</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Nonfiction<br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Perfection. We all dream of living by it, feeling it, <em>being</em> it. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">And it is in the name
of perfection that we demonize our flaws, make ourselves ‘less-than,’
and render ourselves vulnerable to the shame of not being good enough. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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.’ <strong>Even within the world of personal development and spirituality, toxic perfectionism lurks in the shadows.</strong> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In Kristina’s upcoming book <em>Becoming Flawesome #BecomingFlawesome</em>, she reflects on her own story, her <strong>battle against perfectionism</strong>, and what it took for her to return to what she now deems to be her most authentic self. Being described as “<strong>10 years worth of therapy in one book</strong>,” <em>Becoming Flawesome</em> is a celebration of our whole selves, warts and all, and the glory that is to be found in living in our truth. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In this book, Kristina breaks the mold as she takes the reader on a journey through: </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• The dark, controversial side of ‘personal growth,’ and the insecurities that thrive on it </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• Self-care vs. self-love, and why you need both </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• What authenticity actually is, beyond the buzz </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• The ‘hermione Syndrome,’ and how to diagnose if you’re secretly suffering from it </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• How to create aligned lifestyle habits that stick </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Why the more you judge others, the more you judge yourself </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Societal masks, and how to remove them from your psyche </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Imposter syndrome in the world of high-flyers </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Emotional literacy: how to cope with strong, painful emotions healthily </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/mwtzj3jx">https://tinyurl.com/mwtzj3jx</a><br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Mind Valley Books: <a href="https://www.mindvalley.com/books/flawesome">https://www.mindvalley.com/books/flawesome</a></span></p>
<p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p>
</p><p> </p><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-75540845889934027112023-07-11T21:00:00.001-07:002023-07-11T21:00:00.262-07:00In the Spotlight: Becoming Flawesome: The Key to Living An Imperfectly Authentic Life by Kristina Mand-Lakhiani #BecomingFlawesome<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/AVvXsEgc-Qc0wAI21wbQhO7h9k8itD8Wjy7rafsJ5eQuiWULO4enbV66t7q6qjnJFIrog-pgq5HkURLnxblozBK9rL9jl0yp8IzVmtT2KBJVDGMgqvjsuBvww_e3WbdZHhOOCcnksBmPVoF-OA1hlQYUqsa7_AkR8x9TW8W7FfCJSYZymMMGLmObvIh3QEi_wt4j/s927/Becoming%20Flawesome%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-Qc0wAI21wbQhO7h9k8itD8Wjy7rafsJ5eQuiWULO4enbV66t7q6qjnJFIrog-pgq5HkURLnxblozBK9rL9jl0yp8IzVmtT2KBJVDGMgqvjsuBvww_e3WbdZHhOOCcnksBmPVoF-OA1hlQYUqsa7_AkR8x9TW8W7FfCJSYZymMMGLmObvIh3QEi_wt4j/s320/Becoming%20Flawesome%20lg.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Title: Becoming Flawesome: The Key to Living An Imperfectly Authentic Life</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Kristina Mand-Lakhiani</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Hay House Publishing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 280</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Nonfiction<br />
</span><p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Perfection. We all dream of living by it, feeling it, <em>being</em> it. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">And it is in the name
of perfection that we demonize our flaws, make ourselves ‘less-than,’
and render ourselves vulnerable to the shame of not being good enough. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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.’ <strong>Even within the world of personal development and spirituality, toxic perfectionism lurks in the shadows.</strong> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In Kristina’s upcoming book <em>Becoming Flawesome #BecomingFlawesome</em>, she reflects on her own story, her <strong>battle against perfectionism</strong>, and what it took for her to return to what she now deems to be her most authentic self. Being described as “<strong>10 years worth of therapy in one book</strong>,” <em>Becoming Flawesome</em> is a celebration of our whole selves, warts and all, and the glory that is to be found in living in our truth. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">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></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In this book, Kristina breaks the mold as she takes the reader on a journey through: </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• The dark, controversial side of ‘personal growth,’ and the insecurities that thrive on it </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• Self-care vs. self-love, and why you need both </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• What authenticity actually is, beyond the buzz </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• The ‘hermione Syndrome,’ and how to diagnose if you’re secretly suffering from it </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• How to create aligned lifestyle habits that stick </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Why the more you judge others, the more you judge yourself </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Societal masks, and how to remove them from your psyche </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Imposter syndrome in the world of high-flyers </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Emotional literacy: how to cope with strong, painful emotions healthily </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/mwtzj3jx">https://tinyurl.com/mwtzj3jx</a><br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Mind Valley Books: <a href="https://www.mindvalley.com/books/flawesome">https://www.mindvalley.com/books/flawesome</a></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Book Excerpt:</span></p><p></p><blockquote><p>The Key to Living an Imperfectly Authentic Life</p><p></p>
<p>Introduction</p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Let’s Begin</span></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></blockquote><p></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Meet the Author</span><br /></div><div><p><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></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK6JeHuSxnzAD3H2tbUIsJL7w4PL0EnllmZJUBv_HT910ac5kCEJhlMpkIaynbEZ6AnxlnbfQBJ4vA5VbATAIuPeRmno07DKGfNpHDF-iN3YOIeFD6QF2A1zWQMvy45ul4McSsI_wsNVm8FWmQfAJatQWQlONXO-lea3jZ_akyg_PFQTQP2Iz1-7o97r4/s752/Kristina%20Mand-Lakhiani%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="752" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK6JeHuSxnzAD3H2tbUIsJL7w4PL0EnllmZJUBv_HT910ac5kCEJhlMpkIaynbEZ6AnxlnbfQBJ4vA5VbATAIuPeRmno07DKGfNpHDF-iN3YOIeFD6QF2A1zWQMvy45ul4McSsI_wsNVm8FWmQfAJatQWQlONXO-lea3jZ_akyg_PFQTQP2Iz1-7o97r4/w640-h360/Kristina%20Mand-Lakhiani%20lg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />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. <p></p>
<p><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></p>
<p><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></p>
<p><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></p>
<p><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></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Website: <a href="https://kristinamand.com/">https://kristinamand.com/</a></span></span></p>
<p><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></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">LinkedIn: <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/kristina-mand-lakhiani-73168414/">https://www.linkedin.com/in/kristina-mand-lakhiani-73168414/</a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><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/AVvXsEijxmA626NabcurQtP37xiTE7I12Vq29yTfD89WN4oIS5BeUnoZFwdv7kP4SWipcN4KDJtKsWTJymyxvDJ8jJccK9jSJvEuPnec290U_XVwAXwJ7aNJwaDKMlXtX0s_AniMRdYC0wP3FoTgcSAA1KrkTYHLBl1UQUOwdOIIPkdP_pBjFJD13f3UBbW9M6OG/s1024/Becoming%20Flawesome%2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxmA626NabcurQtP37xiTE7I12Vq29yTfD89WN4oIS5BeUnoZFwdv7kP4SWipcN4KDJtKsWTJymyxvDJ8jJccK9jSJvEuPnec290U_XVwAXwJ7aNJwaDKMlXtX0s_AniMRdYC0wP3FoTgcSAA1KrkTYHLBl1UQUOwdOIIPkdP_pBjFJD13f3UBbW9M6OG/w640-h360/Becoming%20Flawesome%2023.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-4048727052567893482023-07-10T21:00:00.001-07:002023-07-10T21:00:00.137-07:00In the Spotlight: An Atomic Love Story by Shirley Streshinsky and Patricia Klaus #AnAtomicLoveStory #Nonfiction #History <p><span style="font-size: medium;"></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/AVvXsEjC0RUAdPy6-ZayX6bVRM5YDxlCfxpi8VVZHNVKEnNHIa81lm82hDaiYrRiRJxaGk7PWxwolGNuInJqRMY6pwDvuG_OtHPNWNDGcuXX6BxGT7YSNPB6Ugkppsxkph4qcbPTCxDHRq5Vva_tetx_P0wu7SQG2beu9rBPULi4bmg2ECATSNH5iLbg4TIiZhdl/s510/An%20Atomic%20Love%20Story%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="343" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0RUAdPy6-ZayX6bVRM5YDxlCfxpi8VVZHNVKEnNHIa81lm82hDaiYrRiRJxaGk7PWxwolGNuInJqRMY6pwDvuG_OtHPNWNDGcuXX6BxGT7YSNPB6Ugkppsxkph4qcbPTCxDHRq5Vva_tetx_P0wu7SQG2beu9rBPULi4bmg2ECATSNH5iLbg4TIiZhdl/w324-h482/An%20Atomic%20Love%20Story%20cover.jpg" width="324" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">An Atomic Love Story: The Extraordinary Women in Robert Oppenheimer's Life<br />Shirley Streshinsky & Patricia Klaus<br />Turner Publishing House<br />380 pp.<br />Nonfiction/History</span></span><br /><p></p><p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt;">Set against a dramatic backdrop of war, spies, and nuclear bombs, <i>An Atomic Love Story </i>unveils
a vivid new view of a tumultuous era and one of its most important
figures. In the early decades of the 20th century, three highly
ambitious women found their way to the West Coast, where each was
destined to collide with the young Oppenheimer, the enigmatic physicist
whose work in creating the atomic bomb would forever impact modern
history. His first and most intense love was for Jean Tatlock, though he
married the tempestuous Kitty Harrison—both were members of the
Communist Party—and was rumored to have had a scandalous affair with the
brilliant Ruth Sherman Tolman, ten years his senior and the wife of
another celebrated physicist. Although each were connected through their
relationship to Oppenheimer, their experiences reflect important
changes in the lives of American women in the 20th century: the conflict
between career and marriage; the need for a woman to define herself
independently; experimentation with sexuality; and the growth of career
opportunities. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt;">Beautifully written
and superbly researched through a rich collection of firsthand accounts,
this intimate portrait shares the tragedies, betrayals, and romances of
an alluring man and three bold women, revealing how they pushed to the
very forefront of social and cultural changes in a fascinating, volatile
era. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/3zpafmk5">https://tinyurl.com/3zpafmk5 </a></span></p>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17290412-an-atomic-love-story">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17290412-an-atomic-love-story</a></span><p></p><p><strong>Book Excerpt:</strong></p>
<p>
</p><p>June 14, 1943</p>
<p><strong style="font-family: inherit;"><em>The light was fading by the time Robert Oppenheimer left Le Conte Hall.</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">He walked across campus at his usual fast clip, heading for the streetcar that would take him into San Francisco. He would have allowed his mind to skim over the consequences of what he was about to do. Not that he was weighing them; he had already made the decision to see Jean Tatlock. It would be more of an exercise to keep his mind occupied, to block the uncertainty of how he would find her.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Radiant or remorseful. Perfect or flawed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">There would be hell to pay, that he knew. He would have stopped to light a cigarette, maybe taking the opportunity to glance around for the Army security agent he knew would be there. He was too important to the war effort to be allowed to go loose in the world. His slender, six-foot frame and his signature porkpie hat made him an easy target to tail. The security agents would inform Pash, and Pash would be delighted to inform General Groves, and the general would be livid.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oppenheimer was the new scientific director of the Los Alamos section of the Manhattan Project, hidden on a mesa high in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains of New Mexico. It was possible that seeing Jean could cause him to be removed from the project altogether. The idea was so disturbing that it would have had to be put out of his mind, along with the wife and two-year-old son he left behind in Los Alamos.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">After one last deep drag of his cigarette, he would have flicked it away, then swung onto the Key System train that would carry him over the Oakland Bay Bridge and into the city. He was thirty-nine that June. Jean was twenty-nine. They had known each other, loved each other, for seven years. He would always want her; twice he had come close to marrying her.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Three months before, when he had been about to leave Berkeley for Los Alamos, Jean had asked to see him, but he had not gone to her then. Too much was happening, too fast. He wasn’t allowed to tell her why he was leaving or where he was going, could not confide what he and a remarkable band of scientists were attempting to create. Probably he was glad for that; Jean would not have approved.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">She was one of the most principled people he had ever known; she believed above all else in the sanctity of life. She was a physician now, a resident in psychiatry at Mount Zion Hospital, working with troubled children. She did not know that ending World War II might depend on his group’s ability to develop a weapon of mass destruction so horrific it would defeat America’s enemies, unless the Germans got it first. That grim possibility played on his mind. The Germans were intent on conquering all of Europe, the world. Would Jean, with her kind and open heart, be able to grasp the enormity of such a catastrophe?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em>Oppenheimer arrived at 9:45 PWT, </em>the FBI report reads. <em>He rushed to</em> <em>meet a young lady, whom he kissed and they walked away arm in arm. They entered</em> <em>a 1935 green Plymouth coupe and the young lady drove. The car is registered to Jean</em> <em>Tatlock. She is five foot seven, 128 [pounds], long dark hair, slim, attractive.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">She drove east along the Embarcadero—the scene of much of the labor unrest she had reported in the <em>Western Worker</em>—then turned west on Broadway. She had decided where they would eat; not one of the posh restaurants he would have chosen, but a shabby place not far from her apartment on Telegraph Hill, good for the spicy food he favored and some proletarian privacy. An agent waited outside.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">He would report: <em>Drove to Xochiniloc Cafe, 787 Broadway, at 10 p.m. Cheap type bar,</em> <em>cafe, and dance hall operated by Mexicans. Had few drinks, something to eat, went</em> <em>to 1405 Montgomery where she lives on top floor...Appears to be very affectionate and intimate...At 11:30 lights went out.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Within two weeks, Lieutenant Colonel Boris Pash, chief of counterintelligence for the Ninth Army Corps in San Francisco, would send a memo to the Pentagon recommending that Dr. Oppenheimer be denied a security clearance and be fired as scientific director of the Manhattan Project, citing among other things this overnight tryst with Jean Tatlock, identified as his mistress and a known Communist.</span></p>
<p></p><p><strong style="font-family: inherit;">About the Authors</strong></p>
<p></p>
<p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Shirley Streshinsky</strong>
is a critically acclaimed author of three works of nonfiction and four
historical novels. As a journalist and travel essayist, she has written
extensively for a wide range of national magazines such as <em>Glamour, Preservation, American Heritage, The American Scholar</em>, and <em>Conde Nast Traveler</em>.
She is the recipient of the Society of Magazine Writers’ Award for
Excellence and the National Council for the Advancement of Education
Writing award, and was cited by The Educational Press Association of
America for “superlative achievement in features.” Her travel essays
have been a feature on National Public Radio. She was married to the
late photojournalist Ted Streshinsky and lives in Kensington (Berkeley),
California. </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Patricia Klaus</strong>
is an independent scholar who attended the University of California at
Santa Barbara, and then Stanford University where she earned a Ph.D. in
Modern British History. She taught twentieth-century British history at
Yale University, was a visiting lecturer at the University of Virginia
and Stanford, and has written a number of historical articles. Her
particular interests are women in nineteenth and twentieth century
England as well as the study of war and literature, which made working
on a book about the remarkable women of the Atomic Age especially
appealing.</span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-73809849902337907622023-07-04T21:00:00.000-07:002023-07-04T21:00:00.135-07:00Happy Book Birthday to Celia Bonaduce's SMOOTH: LIFE HACKS TO GET YOU SMOOTHLY THROUGH CHEMO<div><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfN71qDZAE69pRq3gGEdhHED2ZiLep1XErA7J2zPa5FGn6XRm1v-k1GAusYA4k7KbFHdtkaM5YKeXEi91NQakCgOgOrKl49IM0aDId382e9FpFNJdTSxuJGAETWKMd-OutnFCpUp_Gdtr_4G89ymsPr_wnQeCizuBQU1IIPPfBqfrpahRjetNMFEIeg/s640/Smooth%20Happy%20Birthday%20Bash%20Invitation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfN71qDZAE69pRq3gGEdhHED2ZiLep1XErA7J2zPa5FGn6XRm1v-k1GAusYA4k7KbFHdtkaM5YKeXEi91NQakCgOgOrKl49IM0aDId382e9FpFNJdTSxuJGAETWKMd-OutnFCpUp_Gdtr_4G89ymsPr_wnQeCizuBQU1IIPPfBqfrpahRjetNMFEIeg/w574-h430/Smooth%20Happy%20Birthday%20Bash%20Invitation.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span>We're
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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 />
</span></p>
<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>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Website: <a href="https://www.celiabonaduce.com">https://www.celiabonaduce.com </a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Twitter: <a href="https://www.twitter.com/CeliaBonaduce">https://www.twitter.com/CeliaBonaduce </a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CeliaBonaduceAuthor">https://www.facebook.com/CeliaBonaduceAuthor </a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/celiabonaduce">https://www.instagram.com/celiabonaduce </a></span></span></p>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Bookbub: <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/celia-bonaduce">https://www.bookbub.com/authors/celia-bonaduce</a></span></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></b><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><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; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbdFNhNs4bSJFSYQxliqR9ZIt10kejCB1h_A8WZ2kFWZqUabRq5LobGeIAwA51oNgYKiVf0rwASmBp63Q787-PHDkm_DMv1mDNiPmTIWHsCyAQ3FarS9xkq3p6p8LY26_MaAw49H3Ry_T0fdp3VLxcn42o-1nWY2__xF0_lu9-BJnFke2Whch9gWEIA/s306/giveaway%20books.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-84264752999572994132023-06-27T06:56:00.002-07:002023-06-27T06:56:42.897-07:0010 Confessions of Karen Charles Author of Fateful Connections<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsDv0OnCgIrJThxug0bRsqjnx7bMpreNBPc2_agF72AzLmUbUSUTaTAVc4gWx4LeAzBvGwGp09oBPKUKIQvHBKbe0FXwOTo1i-9KwTl3AyjCiTXuFn5dgsQzDYxzJv9ch9nmIMbEDc5zI_vQBPQlb9F75-2oE-T60hRrIlDbBdmHNL6oHH1xwBwwl7A8s/s640/Fateful%20Connections%208.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/AVvXsEixsDv0OnCgIrJThxug0bRsqjnx7bMpreNBPc2_agF72AzLmUbUSUTaTAVc4gWx4LeAzBvGwGp09oBPKUKIQvHBKbe0FXwOTo1i-9KwTl3AyjCiTXuFn5dgsQzDYxzJv9ch9nmIMbEDc5zI_vQBPQlb9F75-2oE-T60hRrIlDbBdmHNL6oHH1xwBwwl7A8s/w640-h480/Fateful%20Connections%208.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Actor; font-size: large;">Welcome
to the blog tour for Karen Charles' FATEFUL CONNECTIONS! Karen is here to
give us her ten confessions from an author's standpoint. While you're
enjoying her ten confessions, be sure to scroll down and find out how
you can purchase her new book available now.</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/s597/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="51" data-original-width="597" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3IEK_oGayVGtsmU4afHbkG7Mmyb5F052Km7qDubygEw67PmklnHwWDMijA_4vjBQsWbkc_s9Xeae4SnJ71Tn_tsmz0WBxrNVdWmeVYkF1LdV3a2F8vPy1LfhXHfkcMEnvgCZZ_fxdbebKIjdu0cyvC_1XJTOU4XgEoTEnFVo7v91WVTWQNH8s98YQ/w640-h54/10%20Confessions%20from%20Authors.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ol><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">It took me a year and a half thinking about the plot of “Fateful
Connections” before I began developing the true story into a thriller.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">When I got stuck on an idea, I talked it through with my husband who usually gave me a new perspective. </span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">I decided on no swearing. Even the worst character doesn’t swear.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">One of the characters in the book is very much like me.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">The ranch setting in Santa Clarita is my son’s ranch.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">I own a condo in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico where one of my characters’ lives.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">My
first published writing was a poem I wrote about the African crown bird
in Nigeria, West Africa. I was eight years old and incredibly
intrigued by the cranes’ beauty and elegance. My mom sent my poem in to
Jack and Jill children’s magazine and they published it.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Writing is not a career for me but rather a hobby. </span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">When
I begin a story, I outline it, making notes about my ideas. After I
begin, it may turn out quite differently than my original outline.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">I’ve begun another thriller based on a true story of a family caught in catastrophic events. </span><br /></li></ol></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><div style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvc_kNdU8pwqKK9l4oNbaBDTEzFYbu4w4fB7VVYbS_ftakeSvNq1EfdfaEut1tGRhLS34h53wrFgJ1JfsoRKsiCzviEfFpDfz4utDZhBjIJ1jbrwlLwZ0SWMmkIEmpYL7XCXyHHdISuec/s1600/Meet+the+Author.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-weight: bolder; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="72" data-original-width="589" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvc_kNdU8pwqKK9l4oNbaBDTEzFYbu4w4fB7VVYbS_ftakeSvNq1EfdfaEut1tGRhLS34h53wrFgJ1JfsoRKsiCzviEfFpDfz4utDZhBjIJ1jbrwlLwZ0SWMmkIEmpYL7XCXyHHdISuec/s1600/Meet+the+Author.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63AQ_mDQ2TerArp90Eh-MyyI_Q5ePo-GEvrdVfrdud6CGNH6gRfNgDH-zlYs08NEGub4w9A2fwb4y_-x4ROM02S6qju57nU89gTXvhvwA7y9vS1iZhOOTENxsm70Y2waIMwbLyzU5CFYT9mE5QmtSiM69gwZdcDuTjQi4OksvWtlLXejwmjgw3zEFw4tn/s526/Karen%20Charles%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="367" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63AQ_mDQ2TerArp90Eh-MyyI_Q5ePo-GEvrdVfrdud6CGNH6gRfNgDH-zlYs08NEGub4w9A2fwb4y_-x4ROM02S6qju57nU89gTXvhvwA7y9vS1iZhOOTENxsm70Y2waIMwbLyzU5CFYT9mE5QmtSiM69gwZdcDuTjQi4OksvWtlLXejwmjgw3zEFw4tn/w446-h640/Karen%20Charles%20author.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Website: <a href="https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2">https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Twitter: <span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"><a href="https://twitter.com/karenra24229683">https://twitter.com/karenra24229683</a></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="color: #009eb8; display: inline; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light", HelveticaNeue-Light, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s;"><img border="0" data-original-height="73" data-original-width="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHNB5MokjMJ8FG-4pSUvewoZmljaaHw5abhn9EexUst6213_KqnNvtFTtNXpbTrj8tH89im0b38nIPHkRffo4AXvqPcNx5FNr9vD6ZOOzbMPvh6YCVA4yFCT6kA3ITbOWZuOBFxPz8t4V/s1600/About+the+Book.png" style="-webkit-border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 fill / 9px stretch; border-color: initial; border-image-outset: 0; border-image-repeat: stretch; border-image-slice: 9; border-image-width: 9px; border-image: url("data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABQAAAAUCAMAAAC6V+0/AAAAOVBMVEUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD///+8yHYvAAAAEnRSTlMAAgEDBAUJBwYzCw0UChARDghnBteEAAAAhElEQVR4XnWRSxJDIQgEEx1Axd/L/Q8bKCuuyOzsohHxdZLS25LSOV2ULQdflgEiIDu9KqiIFILXXpeEx2ChXwdnKNxUGxc4dZbNfXjPufkp5H0Nwtymq/dltUIweNy9qmXt08EgydDZ6+dT+9Qh9AeGenhROFI0fPjMaCHx6uIlh9/xBSJuB3l0A/6JAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC") 9 / 9px / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 9px; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; height: auto; margin: 10px auto; max-width: 100%; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a></div><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"><i style="background-color: #fafafa; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start;"></span></i></p></b></div><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsOngokmLDg5LF98kufCVq9-4JluRhiRJNK42dR4HeA3jQBUjATkBAWI2Er0Mjwt_HVt6StAiBQm74JUlUCJK6PIBXLrnthwTI_aLsXEMoRU8tL0lRvODJbS-BrZAVh9lvpXdpVGR5EUAicB8b_XV1DYdVEZqI-whn9B3hWWlzPAQw8Le19pymFZl1XQh/s1500/Fateful%20Connections%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="999" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsOngokmLDg5LF98kufCVq9-4JluRhiRJNK42dR4HeA3jQBUjATkBAWI2Er0Mjwt_HVt6StAiBQm74JUlUCJK6PIBXLrnthwTI_aLsXEMoRU8tL0lRvODJbS-BrZAVh9lvpXdpVGR5EUAicB8b_XV1DYdVEZqI-whn9B3hWWlzPAQw8Le19pymFZl1XQh/w426-h640/Fateful%20Connections%20lg.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><p></p><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Title: Fateful Connections</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Author: Karen Charles</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: BookBaby</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 91</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> Genre: Thriller<br /></span></span></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;">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. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/41WDECT">https://amzn.to/41WDECT</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></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/AVvXsEjYAfIkZwFjwq3146q8x1lTqHd7yhkl4Rc7RzUFdAcKAqy313zs4oCX8b8LpoKhqgUuWpyvkQMOQhdsD72VeHGbDzwtFwD45xQcThuTdmoCPMxa-TF3eFm03krknvAnRXoYXrF6P70lA7jEvkVWjK5CXcWKoCy8rZysS8ofj-gamqujiVieHPj8ly4BYV_Q/s793/Fateful%20Connections%2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="793" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAfIkZwFjwq3146q8x1lTqHd7yhkl4Rc7RzUFdAcKAqy313zs4oCX8b8LpoKhqgUuWpyvkQMOQhdsD72VeHGbDzwtFwD45xQcThuTdmoCPMxa-TF3eFm03krknvAnRXoYXrF6P70lA7jEvkVWjK5CXcWKoCy8rZysS8ofj-gamqujiVieHPj8ly4BYV_Q/w640-h288/Fateful%20Connections%2023.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-24083124820656718132023-06-07T05:40:00.002-07:002023-06-07T05:40:06.053-07:00Happy Book Birthday to Jude Hopkins' BABE IN THE WOODS<div><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmB_5_ERndCCrnatUQZxXgzU5NF4gKt_Gx4STav5NoKIgZcS2i6tpQRMIhueL6bjTRgxKKHTG3EV17lmPoP1D8Wd8RQ8jpFqCZ1VpTFxSPFPwzmxvhIrNlF3B2lvGpLasmV8uI-jZEqjV5xTotAs1KHsmeXQdUiQKsYYSrkixD-wDhiPqOWaz3VE/s640/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20Happy%20Book%20Birthday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmB_5_ERndCCrnatUQZxXgzU5NF4gKt_Gx4STav5NoKIgZcS2i6tpQRMIhueL6bjTRgxKKHTG3EV17lmPoP1D8Wd8RQ8jpFqCZ1VpTFxSPFPwzmxvhIrNlF3B2lvGpLasmV8uI-jZEqjV5xTotAs1KHsmeXQdUiQKsYYSrkixD-wDhiPqOWaz3VE/w585-h439/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20Happy%20Book%20Birthday.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span>We're
thrilled to announce the release of Jude Hopkins' Babe in the Woods today!
To help celebrate, we are asking our readers if you can please pretty
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? Or, leave a review! </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="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/w585-h269/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /></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>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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeTcR9eoVEoNzrkqg-eD8ZQTDwgFNZ0D75MVd1xsAMuaO32y1Wyu2zlEt_5c15OwGDhqk0v3ZeM1PJsq_g9vKi1xNdI1V4y5KE8vqUaRHTMBIGax_Cc8J4M_qtIcomLQEdNM1H1mpbR0/s1600/balloons+2.png" style="color: #15a3a3; 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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
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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-4459723728484636249.post-85070908831561735642023-05-11T21:00:00.001-07:002023-05-11T21:00:00.134-07:00Cover Reveal: All That Glitters by Mike Martin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhviBYwkvt_V_CfC78ULZ3TVoy2uc03slZrA71_PuiJ_V55HVcAlE9aKqD4KL-6yAYp-Al4bu6VS1-ajAEYGPsBRO8JhBiJvdRa4mz_cAdnPATXNXxQW5xIUqUw8JGV8Cghk2cdyXChw4uJAB9E6UgSwmL4pt0IHgO8bopgXe0bhImvN0-mL99Zo/s688/All%20That%20Glitters%20banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="688" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhviBYwkvt_V_CfC78ULZ3TVoy2uc03slZrA71_PuiJ_V55HVcAlE9aKqD4KL-6yAYp-Al4bu6VS1-ajAEYGPsBRO8JhBiJvdRa4mz_cAdnPATXNXxQW5xIUqUw8JGV8Cghk2cdyXChw4uJAB9E6UgSwmL4pt0IHgO8bopgXe0bhImvN0-mL99Zo/w569-h178/All%20That%20Glitters%20banner.jpg" width="569" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________</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" imageanchor="1" 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" imageanchor="1" 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 <em>All That Glitters</em>. </p>
<p><em>A Tangled Web</em> was shortlisted in 2017 for the best light mystery of the year, and <em>Darkest Before the Dawn </em>won the 2019 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award. </p>
<p>Some Sgt. Windflower Mysteries are now available as audiobooks and the latest <strong>A Tangled Web</strong> 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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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Author: Rev. Terry Allan Christian</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Publisher: Divine Publishing</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> Pages: 157</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Genre: Christian / Gospel</span></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
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<p></p><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>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">YouTube: <a href="https://bit.ly/3KseiWj">https://bit.ly/3KseiWj</a></span></span></p><p><span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em></span></span></span><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Message I </span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></span></i></p><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><i><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></i></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><i><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></i></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><i><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></i></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><i><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></i></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;">Then Jesus suddenly appears and says...</span></span></i></blockquote><p><u><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></u></p><p><u><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span>About Rev. Terry Allan Christian </span></span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></u></p>
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<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">Now
after 12 years of study, obedience, difficulty and struggle, this book
is now available in Paperback, eBook, Audio Book and Kindle.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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’. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">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. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">Rev.
Christian believes: WITH GOD, all things are possible, all the time,
wherever we live and at every given moment, when we pray, believing. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Website</b>: <a href="http://www.wdjbook.com" style="color: black;">WWW.WDJBOOK.COM</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Twitter</b>: <a href="https://twitter.com/RevTChristian" style="color: black;">https://twitter.com/RevTChristian</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Facebook</b>: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/revchristian" style="color: black;">https://www.facebook.com/revchristian</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"><b>Book Website:</b> <a href="http://www.whatdidjesussay.world" style="color: black;">www.whatdidjesussay.world</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. 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</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgY4vavR7s5YsvMKRE-tpe6ZwghpBedrhIK-APT59hw5BXDp1X7k5t1ClgVf-UY3v6OfP2AN6IZMlNlZCCCEIL05h0PirYHP_JD0H8_s6GhcW3fsUxS8Z_RzMxmjvMMthYxcxNlBr_H1EASpcywtbpwhe_3YCJO7xkrLY0WmNRxcfZOA_O9hsndLC-EQ/s685/Being%20Present.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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/AVvXsEjgY4vavR7s5YsvMKRE-tpe6ZwghpBedrhIK-APT59hw5BXDp1X7k5t1ClgVf-UY3v6OfP2AN6IZMlNlZCCCEIL05h0PirYHP_JD0H8_s6GhcW3fsUxS8Z_RzMxmjvMMthYxcxNlBr_H1EASpcywtbpwhe_3YCJO7xkrLY0WmNRxcfZOA_O9hsndLC-EQ/s320/Being%20Present.jpg" width="202" /></a></div>Being Present: The Gift of Experiencing Life As It Happens<br />Keith Sykes<br />Chosen Pen Publishing<br />104 pp.<br />Memoir<p></p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Release Date: January 5, 2023 </p>
<p>Publisher: Chosen Pen Publishing</p>
<p>Kindle: ASIN: B0BRT7CRWH; eBook $1.99 </p>
<p>Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/3jWFLpw">https://amzn.to/3jWFLpw</a></p>
<p><strong>Book Excerpt:</strong></p>
<p>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.</p>
<p><strong>About the Author</strong></p>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQIQVAAWPwIYFVFj2_SBgLvbkAYxO4b2o4iDFHDNGhfN5QQLjy0Wzw5Sd6i-H7alR-Aa9M6eKKOjMg71YbNKt9pbgQUC0neCoJCfdGZiM0qxGluLCVvi8T9mUjnH555iTaIPKrMcuNxbWgc-GvaohCZ2bpecP5j_j8Bi8LzYEjQDlj5ix867Ez0BIPw/s458/Keith%20Sykes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="458" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQIQVAAWPwIYFVFj2_SBgLvbkAYxO4b2o4iDFHDNGhfN5QQLjy0Wzw5Sd6i-H7alR-Aa9M6eKKOjMg71YbNKt9pbgQUC0neCoJCfdGZiM0qxGluLCVvi8T9mUjnH555iTaIPKrMcuNxbWgc-GvaohCZ2bpecP5j_j8Bi8LzYEjQDlj5ix867Ez0BIPw/s320/Keith%20Sykes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<p></p><p>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.</p>
<p>You can visit his website at <a href="https://kasykes.com/">https://kasykes.com/</a> or connect with him at Facebook at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/ikreate4u">www.facebook.com/ikreate4u</a>.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459723728484636249.post-88358019484396487482023-02-07T04:08:00.000-08:002023-02-07T04:08:01.113-08:00The Code by Sean Keefer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7MMeIfMTTLBFxS-ynPCie_KKFzIdgVvV1NH0s349wvHWnFeynVibooUBg_tirP6eulU2DXNoySFmcmazlo472DvoRGeRtLXLlSqCwkvST4J9OQ0ejbZcajxd50PcjggNyWyOvPASc9Ah40vt_gyIbsvnAOHo-RkYU4gs7IlChpr-t17n19LNVj2i2Q/s552/The%20Code%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="368" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7MMeIfMTTLBFxS-ynPCie_KKFzIdgVvV1NH0s349wvHWnFeynVibooUBg_tirP6eulU2DXNoySFmcmazlo472DvoRGeRtLXLlSqCwkvST4J9OQ0ejbZcajxd50PcjggNyWyOvPASc9Ah40vt_gyIbsvnAOHo-RkYU4gs7IlChpr-t17n19LNVj2i2Q/s320/The%20Code%202.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;">Title: The Code</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Sean Keefer</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Rivers Turn Press</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 319</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Mystery/Suspense/Legal Thriller<br />
</span>
<p></p><p><span 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></p>
<p><span 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></p>
<p><span 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></p>
<p><span 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></p>
<p><span 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></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facing down twists, turns, betrayals, and traditions of honor, will he break The Code? </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Release Date: October 7, 2022</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Publisher: Rivers Turn Press</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Soft Cover: 978-0998575575; 319 pages</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/3IETRpM" style="color: black;">https://amzn.to/3IETRpM </a><br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Rivers Turn Press: <a href="https://bit.ly/3V9725u" style="color: black;">https://bit.ly/3V9725u</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Excerpt:</span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em>He
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></p><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. <br /></em></span></span></span></span></h2></div></blockquote><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">About Sean Keefer: </span><br /></span></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/"></a></b></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcUt_M5gbn5vyA73N3XUnf_9HDURW3ifeLvi9I5G2qZGpIP6_o_EAE4VA98wzWLZr0pPyib3Mm7jsW37pajPfA4RFFW8_T23viivhEaKN3-iTxQgoTidETPjY6kn9IyOic09I93kekmQ3Fo6MS_drOupkX-aX_ILkiUrYObT-nsAyPdYjJRdpnodY0w/s598/Sean%20Keefer.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="598" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcUt_M5gbn5vyA73N3XUnf_9HDURW3ifeLvi9I5G2qZGpIP6_o_EAE4VA98wzWLZr0pPyib3Mm7jsW37pajPfA4RFFW8_T23viivhEaKN3-iTxQgoTidETPjY6kn9IyOic09I93kekmQ3Fo6MS_drOupkX-aX_ILkiUrYObT-nsAyPdYjJRdpnodY0w/s320/Sean%20Keefer.png" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br />Sean Keefer</b> <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><p></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.com0