Have You Sparked Someone Today? #inspiration #motivation #kindness


Have you sparked someone today?

No, this isn’t some online prank. lol! I’ve been the recipient of several acts of kindness the past few weeks and I thought today’s inspirational thought should focus on kindness.

A small act of kindness can spark a wildfire of kindness worldwide.

Think about it. For every person you encounter online today, be kind and encourage. They, in turn, will continue the trend and before you know it, kindness will have spread around the world.

Cool, huh?

Come join me and spark someone today!

A little spark of kindness can put a colossal burst of sunshine  into someone’s day.


#HolidayGiftGuide for the Sports Fan on Your List #Books #FridayReads #Sports



Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. The holiday season is here and both MR N and I are filled with the Christmas Spirit. We know finding the perfect gift for everyone on your list can be tricky. So, for the next few weeks, Friday Book Round-Up will have some great book lists for you to check out.


Have a sports fan on your holiday shopping list? Check out these fourteen brand-new releases from well-known athletes, broadcasters and celebrities and find the perfect gift:



Losing Isn’t Everything: The Untold Stories and Hidden Lessons Behind the Toughest Losses in Sports History by Curt Menefee (Author), Michael Arkush (Author)

A refreshing and thought-provoking look at athletes whose legacies have been reduced to one defining moment of defeat—those on the flip side of an epic triumph—and what their experiences can teach us about competition, life, and the human spirit.


Every sports fan recalls with amazing accuracy a pivotal winning moment involving a favorite team or player—Henry Aaron hitting his 715th home run to pass Babe Ruth; Christian Laettner’s famous buzzer beating shot in the NCAA tournament for Duke. Yet lost are the stories on the other side of these history-making moments, the athletes who experienced not transcendent glory but crushing disappointment: the cornerback who missed the tackle on the big touchdown; the relief pitcher who lost the series; the world-record holding Olympian who fell on the ice.


In Losing Isn’t Everything, famed sportscaster Curt Menefee, joined by bestselling writer Michael Arkush, examines a range of signature “disappointments” from the wide world of sports, interviewing the subject at the heart of each loss and uncovering what it means—months, years, or decades later—to be associated with failure. While history is written by the victorious, Menefee argues that these moments when an athlete has fallen short are equally valuable to sports history, offering deep insights into the individuals who suffered them and about humanity itself.


Telling the losing stories behind such famous moments as the Patriots’ Rodney Harrison guarding the Giants’ David Tyree during the “Helmet Catch” in Super Bowl XLII, Mary Decker’s fall in the 1984 Olympic 1500m, and Craig Ehlo who gave up “The Shot” to Michael Jordan in the 1989 NBA playoffs, Menefee examines the legacy of the hardest loses, revealing the unique path that athletes have to walk after they lose on their sport’s biggest stage. Shedding new light some of the most accepted scapegoat stories in the sports cannon, he also revisits both the Baltimore Colts’ loss to the Jets in Super Bowl III, as well as the Red Sox loss in the 1986 World Series, showing why, despite years of humiliation, it might not be all Bill Buckner’s fault.


Illustrated with sixteen pages of color photos, this considered and compassionate study offers invaluable lessons about pain, resilience, disappointment, remorse, and acceptance that can help us look at our lives and ourselves in a profound new way.



Lucky Bastard: My Life, My Dad, and the Things I’m Not Allowed to Say on TV by Joe Buck (Author)

The announcer of this century’s most-watched, historic, Chicago Cubs–winning World Series reveals why he is one lucky bastard.


Sports fans see Joe Buck everywhere: broadcasting one of the biggest games in the NFL every week, calling the World Series every year, announcing the Super Bowl every three years. They know his father, Jack Buck, is a broadcasting legend and that he was beloved in his adopted hometown of St. Louis.


Yet they have no idea who Joe really is. Or how he got here. They don’t know how he almost blew his career. They haven’t read his funniest and most embarrassing stories or heard about his interactions with the biggest sports stars of this era.


They don’t know how hard he can laugh at himself—or that he thinks some of his critics have a point. And they don’t know what it was really like to grow up in his father’s shadow. Joe and Jack were best friends, but it wasn’t that simple. Jack, the voice of the St. Louis Cardinals for almost fifty years, helped Joe get his broadcasting start at eighteen. But Joe had to prove himself, first as a minor league radio announcer and then on local TV, national TV with ESPN, and then finally on FOX. He now has a successful, Emmy-winning career, but only after a lot of dues-paying, learning, and pretty damn entertaining mistakes that are recounted in this book.


In Lucky Bastard, Joe takes the reader into the broadcast booth and into his childhood home. Hilarious and occasionally heartbreaking, this is a book that any sports fan will love.



Courage to Soar: A Body in Motion, A Life in Balance by Simone Biles (Author), Mary Lou Retton (Foreword), Michelle Burford

Simone Biles’ entrance into the world of gymnastics may have started on a daycare field trip in her hometown of Spring, Texas, but her God-given talent, passion, and perseverance have made her one of the top gymnasts in the world, as well as a four-time winner of Olympic gold in Rio de Janeiro.


But there is more to Simone than the nineteen medals—fourteen of them gold—and the Olympic successes. Through years of hard work and determination, she has relied on her faith and family to stay focused and positive, while having fun competing at the highest level and doing what she loves. Here, in her own words, Simone takes you through the events, challenges, and trials that carried her from an early childhood in foster care to a coveted spot on the 2016 Olympic team.


Along the way, Simone shares the details of her inspiring personal story—one filled with the kinds of daily acts of courage that led her, and can lead you, to even the most unlikely of dreams.



The American Fisherman: How Our Nation’s Anglers Founded, Fed, Financed, and Forever Shaped the U.S.A. by Willie Robertson (Author), William Doyle (Author)

“It’s fascinating! … [Tells] how fishing is an integral part of America.” — BILL O’REILLY, The O’Reilly Factor


“The perfect Christmas gift for the fishing enthusiast in your family” (Daily Caller), The American Fisherman, by outdoorsman Willie Robertson (CEO of Duck Commander and star of A&E’s Duck Dynasty) and bestselling historian William Doyle, reveals that in the U.S.A., fishing is far more than a pastime—it has shaped our past and defined our character in remarkable ways.


This generously illustrated celebration of fish, anglers, and our country’s treasured wild places traces fishing’s astonishing impact on the United States and its people, from its settlement and founding, to powering its economy and inspiring our creativity and faith. Blessed by perhaps the most diverse and abundant waters in the world, Native Americans were the continent’s first master anglers and incorporated fish into their spiritual beliefs and legends. When the Vikings, the earliest European visitors, arrived, they were drawn across the Atlantic Ocean by the bountiful fishing grounds of North America’s East Coast. During the colonial era, fish helped save the Pilgrims, make George Washington wealthy, and win the American Revolution. From New England cod to Pacific Northwest salmon to Gulf shrimp, the fishing industry has fed and financed centuries of Americans in every region of the country.


Throughout, Willie and Bill explore how fishing has made an enduring mark on our national identity and culture. The American Fisherman is also an ode to our nation’s extraordinary natural places: alpine trout streams in the Rocky Mountains, steelhead runs along the storm-tossed Alaskan coast, the azure waters off Key West where marlin roam, and the bayous of Louisiana where the Robertsons have instilled the love and lessons of fishing down through the generations, as so many other families have.


A spirited and unique look at the U.S.A. and its people, The American Fisherman will hook every sportsman from the first page and forever deepen their appreciation for the fishing life.





Living Out Loud: Sports, Cancer, and the Things Worth Fighting For by Craig Sager (Author), Craig Sager II (Author), Brian Curtis (Author), Charles Barkley (Introduction)

“Time is something that cannot be bought, it cannot be wagered with God, and it is not in endless supply. Time is simply how you live your life.” ―Craig Sager


Thanks to an eccentric wardrobe filled with brightly colored suits and a love of sports that knows no bounds, Craig Sager is one of the most beloved and recognizable broadcasters on television. So when the sports world learned that he was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia (AML) there was an outpouring of love and support from everyone who was inspired by his colorful life and his fearless decision to continue doing the job he loved―despite being told that he would have only three-to-six months to live. Sager has undergone three stem cell transplants―with his son as the donor for two of them―and more than twenty chemotherapy cycles since his diagnosis.


In Living Out Loud, Craig Sager shares incredible stories from his remarkable career and chronicles his heroic battle. Whether he’s sprinting across Wrigley Field mid-game as a college student with cops in pursuit, chasing down Hank Aaron on the field for an interview after Aaron broke Babe Ruth’s home run record, running with the bulls in Pamplona, or hunkering down to face the daunting physical challenges of fighting leukemia, Craig Sager is always ready to defy expectations, embrace life, and live it to the fullest.


Including a foreword by Charles Barkley and with unique insight from his son Craig Sager II, this entertaining, honest, and introspective account of a life lived in sports reveals the enduring lessons Sager has learned throughout his career and reminds you that no matter what life throws at you, to always look at the bright side.



Fly the W: The Chicago Cubs’ Historic 2016 Championship Season (Cubs World) by Daily Herald (Author), Len Kasper (Foreword)

Curse broken. For the first time since 1908, the Chicago Cubs are champions of the baseball world! Following a dominant regular season and a thrilling playoff performance, the Cubs captured their long-anticipated World Series title in dramatic fashion and fulfilled the dreams of generations of Cubs faithful.


From Kris Bryant’s MVP-caliber heroics to the team’s dramatic comeback in Cleveland, Fly the W: The Chicago Cubs’ Historic 2016 Championship Season is packed with vivid, insightful stories from the Daily Herald as well as dynamic photographs of the Cubs’ entire star-studded roster. Relive each key moment of this brilliant year with nearly 100 full-color images printed on museum-quality paper, including exclusive photography from the Cubs’ championship celebration. Also featuring in-depth profiles of Bryant, Anthony Rizzo, Addison Russell, and other favorites, this commemorative coffee table book takes fans on an unforgettable journey and is an essential keepsake for all Cubs aficionados.



Herreshoff: American Masterpieces by Maynard Bray (Author), Benjamin Mendlowitz (Author, Photographer), Claas van der Linde (Author)

Elegant by design and spectacular in performance, thirty-six iconic Herreshoff boats are showcased in magnificent photographs and original drawings.

The Herreshoff Manufacturing Company―led by its founding spirit, the brilliant designer Captain Nathanael Greene Herreshoff (1848–1938)― constructed the most thrilling, innovative, and graceful boats ever built in the United States, not only lavish yachts and thoroughbred racing classes but also daysailers and dinghies, weekend cruisers and motor launches. Marine historian Maynard Bray and Herreshoff expert Claas van der Linde, in collaboration with renowned nautical photographer Benjamin Mendlowitz, present the very finest of the Herreshoff designs afloat today, with insightful commentary on design evolution in every facet from lines to displacement to hardware, accompanied by full-color images of each vessel both in detail and under way, as well as unique color reproductions of Herreshoff’s own archival plans and drawings. Each entry incorporates a history of the boat (or class), its owners, race results, and fate, celebrating the many that still grace our waters. 200 color photographs; 38 plans



Spurs Nation: Major Moments in San Antonio Basketball by Staff of the San Antonio Express-News (Author), Terry Scott Bertling (Editor), Jamie Stockwell (Editor)

From the Memorial Day Miracle to coach Gregg Popovich’s legendary leadership to winning five NBA championships, the San Antonio Spurs have brought excitement to the Alamo City and the greater NBA family since 1976. As the team with the most rabid and loyal fan base in basketball history, Spurs Nation captures the unforgettable plays and crucial junctures in thirty years of playing hoops. Spurs Nation is THE collectible book for Spurs fans filled with silver and black and moments. This full-color photography, hardcover collection encompasses three decades of the Spurs including favorite past and current players from George Gervin to Tim Duncan, as seen through the eyes and words of the sportswriters and photographers who’ve covered their monumental rise for the San Antonio Express-News.



Running Beyond: Epic Ultra, Trail and Skyrunning Races by Ian Corless (Author), Kilian Jornet (Foreword)

Ultra running is one of the world’s fastest growing sports and in Ian Corless who runs the scene’s most influential podcast, ultra-running has the perfect author to chronicle its rise. Running Beyond is a homage to the sport’s legendary races, unique, commissioned photography, captures the diverse and striking terrain – from mountail peaks, to jungles and deserts. Through interviews with the legendary athletes of the sport, Running Beyond is the ultimate homage to the ultra-running world. Foreword by record-breaking, world number one, Kilian Jornet (Run or Die).



Formula One: The Pursuit of Speed by Maurice Hamilton (Author), Paul-Henri Cahier (Photographer), Bernard Cahier

The adrenaline-fueled, high-octane world of Formula One has created some of the greatest moments in sporting history. From the intense rivalries between teams and drivers, such as Alain Prost and Arton Senns and 2015’s Rosberg and Hamilton, to the infamous tracks that have created moments of tragedy and triumph — F1’s greatest moments read like a film script.


The Cahier Archive has captured the drama from the 1950’s to the present day including Lewis Hamilton’s 2015 winning season. It is fulled with stunning behind-the-scenes shots, from pit stops to personal moments, beautiful portraits of the drivers and atmospheric shots of the racing in action. Structured around three sections: Drivers and Rivalries, Teams and Cars, and Tragedy and Triumph of the Circuits, Formula 1: The Pursuit of Speed captures the intensity and beauty of the sport. Each sectionis introduced with vivid essays by F1 correspondent Maurice Hamilton, and filled with the Cahier’s beautiful and resonating photographs, many unpublished giving a behind-the-scenes look at the world of F1.



Bleeding Blue: Giving My All for the Game by Wendel Clark (Author), Jim Lang (Contributor)

Funny, fierce, and gritty, Bleeding Blue recounts every struggle and success of Wendel Clark’s rough-and-tumble journey to becoming one of hockey’s greatest heroes.


As a young boy growing up in Kelvington, Saskatchewan, Wendel Clark never dreamed of an NHL career. The pro league just seemed too far away from the young man’s small-town life in the Prairies. But Wendel had a talent for hockey that was surpassed only by his love for the sport, and it wasn’t long before he embarked on a path that would take him away from his hometown to a new life.


Wendel honed his talents in cities across western Canada and earned a reputation as a force to be reckoned with on the ice. Drafted by the Toronto Maple Leafs first overall in the 1985 NHL Entry Draft, Wendel burst onto the pro scene and immediately made an impact, all the while staying true to his roots. As he learned from the players around him, Wendel steadily matured into a respected leader. He soon assumed the mantle as the Leafs captain, and his willingness to lay it all on the line transformed him into a player who could inspire courage in his teammates and fear in his opponents in equal measure. The future seemed limitless for the young star.


But just as Wendel’s talents were set to peak, everything unraveled. Years of no-holds-barred, physical play were taking their toll, and soon his greatest competitor wasn’t anyone on the ice, but his own body. Every movement brought agony, every shift was a challenge, and every game meant the decision to keep fighting. But as Wendel’s body broke down, his resolve only grew. Determined to succeed no matter what the cost, Wendel set out on a course that would allow him to keep doing what he loved and that would turn him into one of the most beloved hockey players of all time.


Emotional and uplifting, Bleeding Blue is the story of a man who refused to say no, who wore his heart on his sleeve, and who would do anything to keep going, even when everything told him to quit.


Intimate Warfare: The True Story of the Arturo Gatti and Micky Ward Boxing Trilogy by Dennis Taylor (Author), John J. Raspanti (Author)

Intimate Warfare: The True Story of the Arturo Gatti and Micky Ward Boxing Trilogy traces the lives and careers of two legendary fighters—Micky Ward, a humble, hardscrabble, blue-collar Irishman from Lowell, Massachusetts, and Arturo Gatti, a handsome, flashy, charismatic Italian-born star who was raised in Montreal. Dennis Taylor and John J. Raspanti paint a vivid portrait of these two fighters who ushered each other into boxing lore and formed an unlikely friendship despite their brutal battles in the ring. Gatti’s life would end tragically and mysteriously just a few years later, but his name and Ward’s remain tied together in boxing history.


In Intimate Warfare, each of the three spectacular fights between Gatti and Ward, two of which were named The Ring magazine’s “Fight of the Year,” are described in detail. Multiple photographs from the trilogy highlight the intensity and power of these epic collisions. With a foreword by former world champion and International Boxing Hall of Famer Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini, this book will be of interest to all fans of boxing.



The Heisman Trophy: The Story of an American Icon and Its Winners by Cory McCartney (Author)

The Heisman Trophy covers the full history of the Heisman Trophy, from its first winner, Jay Berwanger, to Notre Dame’s dominating run, and everything in between, up through the 2015 selection of Derrick Henry. It details the rise of the Heisman Hype, Archie Griffin’s continued place as its only two-time winner, and much more. The book features coverage of nearly every recipient, including:


  • Paul Hornung
  • Roger Staubach
  • Steve Spurrier
  • Marcus Allen
  • Jim Plunkett
  • Herschel Walker
  • Doug Flutie
  • Tim Tebow
  • Cam Newton
  • Johnny Manziel


Skyhorse Publishing, as well as our Sports Publishing imprint, are proud to publish a broad range of books for readers interested in sports—books about baseball, pro football, college football, pro and college basketball, hockey, or soccer, we have a book about your sport or your team.


Whether you are a New York Yankees fan or hail from Red Sox nation; whether you are a die-hard Green Bay Packers or Dallas Cowboys fan; whether you root for the Kentucky Wildcats, Louisville Cardinals, UCLA Bruins, or Kansas Jayhawks; whether you route for the Boston Bruins, Toronto Maple Leafs, Montreal Canadiens, or Los Angeles Kings; we have a book for you. While not every title we publish becomes a New York Times bestseller or a national bestseller, we are committed to publishing books on subjects that are sometimes overlooked by other publishers and to authors whose work might not otherwise find a home.




A Life Well Played: My Stories by Arnold Palmer (Author)

The instant New York Times bestseller


This book is Palmer’s parting gift to the world — a treasure trove of entertaining anecdotes and timeless wisdom that readers, golfers and non-golfers alike, will celebrate and cherish. No one has won more fans around the world and no player has had a bigger impact on the sport of golf than Arnold Palmer. In fact, Palmer is considered by many to be the most important professional golfer in history, an American icon.


In A Life Well Played, Palmer takes stock of the many experiences of his life, bringing new details and insights to some familiar stories and sharing new ones. This book is for Arnie’s Army and all golf fans but it is more than just a golf book; Palmer had tremendous success off the course as well and is most notable for his exemplary sportsmanship and business success, while always giving back to the fans who made it all possible. Gracious, fair, and a true gentleman, “Arnie” was the gold standard of how to conduct yourself in your career, life, and relationships. Perfect for men and women of all ages, his final book offers advice and guidance, sharing personal stories of his career on the course, success in business, and the great relationships that gave meaning to his life.




Have a sports book you’d think make a good gift? Share in the comments below. Happy Reading!


MRS N, Book Addict

The Adventures of Natalie Bloom by @HiBrookeStanton #bookboost #giveaway

The Adventures of Natalie Bloom
Brooke Stanton
(Bloom Sisters, #2)
Publication date: December 2nd 2016
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

Natalie’s dreams are about to come true. She’s found the perfect spot for her new restaurant and a perfect business partner to make it happen – gorgeous Luke Hawker – until she discovers things are not as they seem. Luke has run off with her money, leaving her dreams crumbling around her.

With Max Euston – her friend and secret crush -alongside her, Natalie must race against the clock to find Luke and get the money back before it’s too late.

With twists and turns, Natalie won’t know who to trust (or love) until the very last page.

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Here are some bonuses if you buy the book between Dec 2and Dec 6:

1: 75% off the retail price

2: entrance into an exclusive giveaway for a $50 Amazon Gift Card

3: A FREE, advanced copy of The Downfall of Catie Bloom

The bonuses will be available in the table of contents under Bonus when you buy the eBook.

Q&A with Brooke Stanton

Tell us a little about yourself.

When did you decide to become a writer?

I used to keep notebooks filled with short stories starting in middle school. If I’m going to be completely honest they were filled with some pretty risqué stories. I was young and didn’t know much about romance or sex, but my aunt wrote romance novels and I used to sneak and read them, so I tried to emulate her. I didn’t really understand the subject matter. I don’t think I’d even kissed a boy, yet. Once I got to high school, I wrote more mainstream fiction in my spiral notebooks. They were never for anyone to see. Just my own enjoyment. I went to a performing arts high school and funnelled my creativity on stage at the time. But I always knew one day I would publish a book.

Why do you write?

I write for the same reason I used to get on stage and sing and act. It’s cathartic. I love diving into different stories and characters. It makes me feel alive.

What are your ambitions for your writing career?

To have the freedom to write what I want in many different genres. I hope my readers love my books as much as I love writing them.

What has been the hardest part of building your career?

Being patient!

Which writers inspire you?

Jojo Moyes, Emily Giffin, Meg Cabot. All their stories and characters are interesting and unique and I love how their stories unfold. The love stories feel authentic and there’s always a bit of fun and laughter.

What have you written? (Include books, novellas, short stories, poems, blogs, awards or anything of interest).

My debut novel was the award-winning RomCom, The Misadventures of Catie Bloom. My follow-up novel is The Advenutres of Natalie Bloom, which is the second book in the Bloom Sisters series (but can be read as a stand-alone). I have a blog on my website that focuses on my writing career with day-to-day life anecdotes. When I was trying to get preggers, I had a humor blog called Vagina Vacancy. I also contributed to Natural Awakenings magazine and wrote a column for examiner.com.

What inspires your ideas?

Everything! No, really. I never know when an idea is going to hit; I could be on a plane, in a car, watching a movie, reading the newspaper, about to fall asleep. My phone is filled with notes of story ideas. I have at least a dozen. And they will all be written.

Are there any correlations between the books you write and your life experiences?

The Adventures of Natalie Bloom was largely inspired by my yearly trips to Red Frog Beach in Panama. My parents own a place there and it’s a beautiful, unique, inspiring location. The wheels in my head were turning every time I went down there and out of that came this book.

My novel, How to Survive New York on Three Dates a Week (co-written by Corinne Barlow), is the most biographical. Most of the stories are pulled right from our lives. It’s scheduled to be released in early 2018.

All my books have a few anecdotes I took either directly from my life or my friends. If you know me, read carefully…you may find a bit of your life staring back at you!

Do you work from an outline or plot or do you prefer just to see where an idea takes you?

I used to write and see where the story took me. But I found writing for discovery without any kind of outline takes too long. Now I write a short outline before I write any book. It has done wonders for the speed in which I can write a book now. And there’s still a lot to discover, even with an outline.

Tell me about your most recent release.

It’s a romantic adventure about discovering what you and what you’ll do (and won’t do) to get. It’s a bit of romance, adventure, and mystery all tied together. Natalie Bloom discovers to get what she wants she has to fight for it and not be afraid to get hurt…a hard thing to do for all of us.

Is there a message in your novel that you hope readers will grasp? I don’t focus on a message as much as I focus on giving my readers something to indulge in, like sneaking a pint of rocky road ice cream and savouring every morsel as it slides down. But the most prominent theme in Natalie Bloom is not letting fear get in the way of living your life – stand up for what you want and go out and get it, no matter what the obstacles.

Any new projects we should look out for?

The third and final book in the series, The Downfall of Catie Bloom, is coming out in the summer of 2017.



Author Bio:

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.

Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.

Melissa is available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on Facebook or her personal website.

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It is Never Too Late… Inspiration from TSO #ThursdayThoughts #inspiration

Image Credit: Trans Siberian Orchestra

No matter what has transpired or what has been said, it is never too late.

Last night, MR N and I watched Trans Siberian Orchestra’s The Ghosts of Christmas Eve. It’s one of our favorite holiday specials and we watch the DVD more than once every year. It’s a beautiful rock concert and it inspires us every time we watch it.

At the very end of the story, the Caretaker (played brilliantly by Ozzie Davis) speaks about second chances and coming home.

“It is never too late.”

We all live with regret. Words spoken in anger and/or hurt. Actions selfish and/or deceitful. Betrayal and rejection. We all wish at one point or another that we could take it all back.

It is never too late.

Pick up the phone or write an email. Make it right.

It is never too late.


Silver Bells: A Holiday Romance by USA Today Bestselling Author @JacqBiggar #bookreview #mgtab


Title: Silver Bells: A Holiday Romance

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Holiday Romance, Contemporary Romance

Book Blurb:

Will a Christmas wish give a lonely author a family?

Mystery writer, Joel Carpenter, has no time for romance. He has a deadline to meet, and too many skeletons in his closet to trust the slightly spinny artist renting his house.

Christy Taylor has her hands full dealing with an ailing business and a diabetic daughter, she doesn’t need the temptation that is her landlord, Joel Carpenter.

Can a Christmas wish bring two stubborn souls together and give a little girl the gift she wants most?

My Review:

The last thing Joel wants or needs is romance. He’s a bestselling mystery author and he’s under a tight deadline. Plus, the women he’s met lately only want him for his money, moniker, expensive gifts, etc. Everyone wants something, or so Joel thought… until he meets Christy.

Christy has got a full plate: single mom trying to make it a go of it with her art and her diabetic daughter in Vancouver Island. But money is tight and when the landlord comes around the gallery demanding rent, sparks fly between her and Joel. Can she let her guard down to let him in or is he just like her ex and will abandon her when he meets Jill (her daughter)?

I’m a big fan of Biggar and have gobbled up everything she’s written but this story moved me to tears. There’s so much emotion in this little romantic story while dealing with not only the holidays but serious topics like childhood diabetes. Biggar describes perfectly the fear every parent deals with raising a diabetic child (Christy) while at the same time, capturing what the child goes through every single day (Jill).

If you’re a fan of romance and looking for a quick holiday romance, 1-click this book right now. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll be inspired.  A must read, in my opinion!

Favorite Character: I instantly connected with Christy. As a single mum and an artist struggling with making ends meet, my heart went out to her. I know quite a few friends like Christy and I wanted to wrap my arms around her.


Favorite Quote:

“Lead with your heart, child. That’s all you can do.”


My Rating:  5+ stars

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Silver-Bells-Holiday-Jacquie-Biggar-ebook/dp/B01N58D23M/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31345617-silver-bells

Jacquie Biggar

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR is a USA TODAY bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want. That is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart.

Social Media Links:

Free reads, excerpts, author news, and contests can be found on her web site:

You can follow her on at http://Facebook.com/jacqbiggar , http://Twitter.com/jacqbiggar

Or email her via her web site.

Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!

You can also join her street team on Facebook: Biggar’s Book Buddies

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Are You on a Spiritual Path? Of Course You Are! #inspiration #spirituality #WednesdayWisdom


Every moment, from birth until death, is part of the spiritual path.

People talk about spirituality like it’s some sort of quest. We’re not a character from Lord of the Rings, people.

When I was in my early twenties, I was restless and felt like I was missing something. So, I tried to find my spiritual self. I experimented with all sorts of things and in the end, I learned there are several avenues to spirituality but they all lead to the same place: my spiritual path.

Are you searching for the Light? Look inside. You’re a carrier of the Light and all you have to do is let it shine. 

Everyone is on a spiritual path and there is no right or wrong way to find it. No matter what your spiritual belief may be, we are all carriers of the Light. Open yourself up to all that the Universe has in store for you.

The spiritual path is simply the journey of living our lives. Everyone is on a spiritual path… most people just don’t know it yet.


Spotlight: Return to Kilcraig by @RosemaryGemmell #RomanticSuspense #Books



Title: Return to Kilcraig

Author: Rosemary Gemmell

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense


Book Blurb:

The legacy of her beloved grandmother’s cottage in the Scottish village of Kilcraig seems like the ideal solution after Christy Morrison’s recent trauma. Until the threats begin. Can she trust her heart and allow herself to fall in love again?



When Ross McKinley reluctantly welcomes Christy back to the village, he has hardened his heart against love, until they begin to renew their childhood friendship. But someone is determined Christy should go back to London. Will they find the culprit in time?




Christy Morrison stepped down from the train at Glasgow Central Station and took a deep breath. Almost home. Loading her two cases and bag on to a trolley with difficulty, she pushed them along the busy platform, searching for a familiar friendly face. The wood-fronted shops and cafés on the concourse were a welcome sight as was the famous Victorian clock suspended from the ceiling; a meeting place for countless rail travellers over the years.



Cameron had offered to meet her and she couldn’t wait to see him again. As she glanced around, Christy stood still. Making his way towards her was a familiar face all right, but it wasn’t Cameron. She watched as Ross McKinley noticed her and continued towards her without increasing his pace.



She had time to note how he towered above most men, how his dark brown hair flopped slightly on to his high forehead, then she was staring into dark grey eyes that examined her solemnly.



“Hello Christy, welcome back.” He held out a hand and Christy hesitated. Then she let her small hand rest in his for a moment before she withdrew it.



“Hello Ross. I didn’t expect to see you here.”



“I had business in Glasgow yesterday and stayed over so I could meet you. Save Cameron a journey.”



Christy smiled briefly and indicated her luggage. She wished his brother had come instead so she could chat without restraint. Although she was glad to have been met at all, she reminded herself. But there was still constraint between her and Ross that they’d never had a chance to resolve.



“The car’s in the adjacent street.” He lifted the luggage easily, leaving the trolley for someone needier and Christy followed with only her bag to carry, determined to keep up with his long strides.



Not exactly welcoming, but she didn’t expect anything else of Ross McKinley where she was concerned. Their earlier friendship through childhood and teens had changed one year after a foolish New Year’s kiss that she had treated too seriously and he had laughed off in embarrassment. She had been glad to spend her next few years studying and living in London with only fleeting visits back home to her beloved grandmother. And she didn’t need Ross McKinley’s unspoken disapproval to remind her how much she had let Gran down when she became ill. The guilt still followed her around at not being with the elderly woman in her final days.




Buy Links:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MFGEQLT/


Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MFGEQLT/




Author Biography:

Rosemary Gemmell is a published historical and contemporary novelist for adults (also as Romy) and also writes for the Middle Grade/tween age group (as Ros). Her short stories, articles and occasional poems have been published in UK magazines, in the US, and online and several stories have won awards.



Rosemary has a post-graduate Masters in literature and history and is a member of the Society of Authors, the Romantic Novelists’ Association, and the Scottish Associations of Writers. She loves to share writing information and give help to other writers whenever possible in person and through her blog. She also loves to dance!



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Blog: http://ros-readingandwriting.blogspot.com


Facebook: https://fb.me/RomyGemmell


Twitter: https://twitter.com/RosemaryGemmell



#GivingTuesday: A Day When the World Comes Together to Give #inspiration



Today is Giving Tuesday and food banks need your help. 

I know that I say this a lot but it is something that is close to my heart.  There are people in our neighborhood/town/city who are starving and do not have enough food to eat.  Take a look in your pantry/kitchen and grab non-perishables items.  Drop them off at your local food bank or donate your coffee money to them.

A friend of mine asked me today, “Money is tight for our family during this time of the year.  How can I afford to give to the food bank?”

I responded by asking her, “Where are you going for lunch?”

She shrugged and said, “Probably some fast food place.  I didn’t have time to make my lunch.”

“At least you have that option.  There are some kids at the school down the street who don’t eat lunch because their family can’t afford it.”


I get this response a lot.  I understand that money is tight.  But if I can scrimp and save a few dollars to make sure a child in my neighborhood has food to eat, you can too. In fact, in our Christmas budget, we set aside 20% for the local food bank. If we’re going to have a fantastic Christmas, people in our neighborhood can too.

Can you skip your coffee run this week and donate that money to your local food bank?  Can you look in your kitchen and find a few canned goods/rice/beans to allow a child in your neighborhood to not be hungry?

Giving is as simple as extending your hand and saying, “Here.”  It reminds me of the end of “Scrooged” where Bill Murray talks about giving and keeping the Christmas Spirit all year through.  Watch it and you’ll be moved to give.

Give today.

Asunder, A Novel of the Civil War by @CurtLock #TuesdayBookBlog #books #CivilWar



Title:  Asunder, A Novel of the Civil War

Author: Curt Locklear

Genre:  Historical Fiction/ Romance

Publisher: Outskirts Press

Book Cover Credit:  Karen Phillips

Author Picture Credit:  Sandra Timm


Book Blurb:

Thrust into the middle of Civil War battle, with both Union and Rebel protagonists and antagonists, Asunder, the first in the Trilogy, is a story of love and loss and of families torn apart.


Thoroughly researched, the novel presents numerous complex, memorable characters struggling against incredible odds in an epic spanning from Texas to New York.


he story begins in frigid February, long after the battle. Cyntha Favor, an abolitionist and ardent believer in Spiritualism, searches the battlefield in hopes of finding her husband’s grave. Having received erroneous reports of his death, she hopes to free his tormented soul. During the Civil War, it is estimated that at least one-fifth of the population wholeheartedly believed in Spiritualism. Mary Lincoln held séances in the White House with President Lincoln in attendance. Sara Reeder, initially naïve and an ardent supporter of the Southern cause, is thrust into the battle maelstrom. An excellent horse-woman, she rides to warn the army of a surprise attack, but is too late. With battle all around, she aids wounded Union soldiers, and her zeal for the war changes forever.


In early 1861, both armies wore an assortment of uniforms. The Union had not adopted the standard blue uniform. Cyntha’s husband, a Union soldier, Iowa Grays volunteer, Joseph Favor, is found unconscious by Sara. Nursed to health by Sara and her father, Lucas, he awakens with no memory, unable to recall even the battle. The Reeders perceive him, since he is dressed in gray, to be a Confederate. Dred Workman, a conniving Iowan comrade and deserter to the Rebels, falsely identifies Joseph as a Cavalryman in the Third Texas.


The Reeder home is turned into a hospital. Soon, they are left to care for numerous wounded with no help from the army. Lucas blames Lincoln for the war. Based on an actual event, he holds a grudge against the president for something that happened before the war when Lincoln was a lawyer. Lucas and his slave have become friends, no longer slave and master. Sara and Joseph are romantically drawn to each other, but Joseph is haunted by fleeting images of his past. Joseph is called to join the cavalry. Will this parting keep them from being together? Joined by her freeman employee and confidant, Josiah Reynolds, Cyntha’s headstrong manner lands her in confinement by the Union army. She meets a dubious Spiritualist who convinces her that Joseph’s soul is indeed tormented.


Learning her brother is accused of robbery, and aided by a quirky Rebel supporter, Constance Carver, she plans escape. Her brother has problems of his own when the steamboat he is a passenger on sinks in a storm. The survivors are attacked by River Pirates. With Missouri marauder gangs closing in on the Reeder farm, the Spiritualist Fox sisters holding séances, and devastating battles, Asunder drives towards a devastating climax.



“Am I going to die?” he said. He seemed less anxious and more curious.

Sara dried her hands on her skirt. I really do not know what to say, she thought. She had seen death before when a cow or calf had died. She had helped with the slaughtering of pigs, goats and chickens. She had attended funerals of friends and of her brothers when she was young and seen the bodies lying in coffins, but she had not seen this. She felt she could only dissuade him from the truth. She stroked his brow, “Of course not.  You’re just a little hurt. You’ll get better.”

“How come I can’t feel my legs?” he said. “I think I’m pretty hurt.”

Sara sat back in a kneeling position and saw the blood spilling from the soldier’s back and spreading, turning the grass russet. The blood had spread to stain her skirt as well. She struggled to hide her horror. Without thinking, and more to just be doing something, she set about rubbing his legs very hard.

“I’m kind of cold, miss,” he whispered, “Is there a blanket?”

Sara bit her lip to hold back her tears. To her, he had a face similar to her oldest brother.

Then his pupils fixed.

She stopped rubbing his legs and set her hands in her lap. Her mind refused to believe the young man had died. Time froze for her. Once again, she felt the pinch of nausea, but it was mixed with a deep sadness. Trying not to look at the startled expression on the lifeless face, she lightly shut his eyes.

With a deep breath, Sara rose and walked to the next wounded soldier lying on his back. She tore cloth from her skirt hem and bound his bloody shoulder. Three Rebel soldiers bent over the remaining wounded, staunching one soldier’s bleeding foot and binding the head-wound of another. The sergeant and a private gathered the remaining weapons from the dead and wounded soldiers and stacked them against a sweet gum tree.

In their little shaded forest hospital ward, the battle seemed far away. The deep forest muffled the sounds of battle which, once more, momentarily drifted away to almost nothing.

A slight-built Confederate said, “I wonder if we won this battle, or if the Yanks did.”

No one answered him. The battle no longer mattered, only caring for the wounded.

Sara continued to give directions, though she did not need to, for the soldiers bound the wounds with torn shirts taken from the dead and offered liquor from an earthenware jug that a Confederate had carried with him all through the battle. They labored in general silence. The slight-built one said to her, “I was wondering. Are you the general’s daughter?”

“No,” Sara, taken aback, laughed nervously. “I’m just here to help you to fight these Yanks and make them go home.”

A private, dressed in a smart gray uniform with his jacket open at the top, revealing a shirt with dainty flowered stripes, approached Sara and offered a weak smile. “Miss, would it be okay if you take a look at me, too.” He unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a red blossoming stain, then he slumped down.

Sara rushed to him, caught his arm and slowed his fall. This soldier, with long, tangled, blond locks spilling over his eyes, looked familiar, and a thought leapt to her mind that perhaps he was the one who had sung to her. She held her hand behind his head and helped him lie on the ground. “Give me some help here. One of ours is hurt badly.”

Sara brushed the hair from over his eyes and beheld a face she was sure was indeed too familiar.  Her mind raced, and her heart felt like it would burst from her chest. Breathing came hard for her, but she forced herself to ask the young, fair-skinned man lying cradled in her arms, “Did you two days ago sing a song for me in camp?”

The soldier looked puzzled, then stared off in the distance as if gathering a memory. He coughed a rattling cough. Looking back at her, he whispered, “I do like to sing.” Then he said something else, too soft for Sara to hear. His breathing became labored.

She bent closer to his lips, tears pooling in her eyes. “Please, say that again. I couldn’t understand you.” She looked into his eyes that seemed to hold no fear, but a sort of quiet resignation.  His clean-shaven face was pale though his cheeks were sunburnt, his thin lips chapped.

In a whisper she could barely hear, he breathed out, “Yes, I sang to you, and you gave me a tin of milk.” He smiled, the lids of his eyes fluttering to closed. “It was good milk. Reminded me of home.”

The other Confederates gathered around Sara and their fallen comrade. The sergeant unbuttoned the boy’s jacket and revealed the shirt, coated in blood. A jagged wound oozed dark maroon. The sergeant looked up at Sara. His eyes said it all. The young soldier, just like the Yankee cavalryman, had no hope.

Sara’s eyes flooded with tears, and she began shaking uncontrollably and wailing. “No!” she screamed between heaving gasps. “This is not what war is supposed to be!”

The old, gray sergeant gently took her arms and lifted her to her feet. She stumbled away with him supporting her. She sobbed and had trouble catching her breath and collapsed to the ground.

Somewhere in the caverns of her ears she heard one of the Confederates say, “Sergeant, he’s passed on.”


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Author Biography:

CURT LOCKLEAR – award-winning author, history teacher, musician, composer, and positive education consultant.  In my career, I have delivered presentations to thousands, small and large groups. My talks are always sprinkled with jokes and intriguing stories. If asked, I can play a few Civil War era tunes on my banjo and/or guitar.

My father trained a race-horse in the Kentucky Derby. My mother was a librarian. I’m related to the first wing-walker. My heritage is Southern and Northern. My Rebel forbearer once cleverly hid from a Yankee squad in corn crib. My Yankee forbearer was a bugler.


Social Media Links:

Website https://curtlocklearauthor.com

Email curt@curtlocklearauthor.com

Twitter @CurtLock

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Death is only the beginning of the adventure — The IX by @WestonAndrew #books #scifi



Title: The IX

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Science Fiction

Publisher: Perseid Press


Book Blurb:

Roman legionaries, far from home, lost in the mists of Caledonia.

A US cavalry company, engaged on a special mission, vital to the peace treaty proposed by Presidential candidate Abraham Lincoln.

A twenty-first century Special Forces unit, desperate to prevent a nuclear catastrophe.

From vastly different backgrounds, these soldiers are united when they are snatched away from Earth at the moment of their passing. Thinking they may have been granted a reprieve, imagine their horror when they discover they have been transported to a failing planet on the far side of the galaxy, where they are given a simple ultimatum. Fight or die. Against all odds, this group of misfits manages to turn the tide against a relentless foe, only to discover the true cost of victory might exact a price they are unwilling to pay.

How far would you be willing to go to stay alive?

The IX.

Sometimes, death is only the beginning of the adventure.





The domed Hall of Remembrance was vast. Despite its size, the chamber had been cunningly designed to amplify sound. Doctor Ayria Solram’s steps rang out clearly as she walked toward a huge cenotaph-like structure that had been constructed in the exact center of the room, opposite a set of massive windows. Clicking off into the furthest reaches of the auditorium, her footfalls echoed twice about the room before fading.


Over fifty pairs of eyes followed her closely. That wasn’t surprising. At forty years of age, Ayria cut an imposing figure. Standing well over six feet tall, she matched the stature of most of the men now staring at her in wide-eyed admiration. Ayria wore her waist length, midnight blue hair in a no-nonsense braid which didn’t hide the fact that her mane was glorious. Curling over her shoulder and across her torso like a well-fed python, it captured attention whenever she moved.


Her smooth, softly tanned skin and dark eyes were in stark contrast to the sterile white lab coat she wore. Nevertheless, the overall effect was striking.


Indicating the monument with a sweep of her arms, she said, “Now, this should be of particular interest to you. This is called the Reverence.”


All faces turned to study the twenty-foot high monolith. Fashioned from a richly veined slab of rock, it appeared to be seamless, and resonated gently from all four sides with a softly pulsing, blue phosphorescence. The top of the structure was formed into a trapezoid, upon which rested a glowing sphere.


Aryia pointed to it. “The light you see is not just a power source. It’s also an indicator, intimately linked to the life energies of every living soul currently residing on Arden. Your esoteric signatures were added shortly after you arrived here, and as you can see, the device is glowing with a gentle aquamarine radiance.”


Gesturing around the outer edge of the hall, she drew the crowd’s attention to a number of astonishing bas-reliefs which had been cut directly into the fabric of the wall. Stretching from floor to ceiling, each was of a similar size and gave the impression that the open leaves of a gigantic tome had been superimposed onto the rock.


A small dais had been erected before each frieze, upon which an artifact or plaque had been positioned, highlighted by a softly humming radiance.


“Are those the names of refugees I can see on the pages?” Marcus Brutus asked, astonished by the sheer volume of people who had been taken from their homes.


“I’m afraid not,” Ayria replied. “While it is true that the Architect has relocated literally thousands of us over the years, the lists you see here represent our dear brothers and sisters who have fallen to the Horde.”


A palpable shock ran through the entire group.


“Are you serious?” spluttered James Houston. “But there are . . . thousands. How many names are up there, lady?”


“Just Ayria, please. Or Doctor. In answer to your question, the sacrifice of over twenty-one thousand souls has been recorded here. When someone dies, the Reverence registers the missing life force and turns red for an entire day. It also burns their name into a corresponding page.”


“Holy God!” Houston  turned to stare at a young cavalry officer standing next to him. Addressing him, Houston whispered, “We’ve got to stick together, Wilson. Just you and me. Watch each other’s backs.”


Some of the other men standing close by glared at the pair in disdain.


“If I may ask a question, Ayria?” Marcus interjected. “How is it that I, a humble soldier of Rome, can read and understand this writing? I recognize it as a form I have never witnessed before, yet I find myself comprehending its meaning almost instantly.”


“That’s due to nanotechnology,” Ayria replied. Walking toward him, she tapped the side of her own head. “Remember, the avatars explained something of the process we use here. Because a great many people are being brought together from across time, the Ardenese had to make sure we understood each other clearly. Even a single language can change radically during the course of many centuries, so they thought it best we were educated in theirs. They were a very advanced people, socially as well technologically. And because they had employed the use of artificial intelligence as a means to educate themselves for a number of decades prior to their fall, they realized the best way to help us was to adapt those tiny little machines for our use. They’re inside our brains right now, teaching us and allowing us to learn new things at a greatly accelerated rate.”


Marcus frowned.


“Have I confused you?”


“No, my lady, not at all. I look bewildered because I can grasp the sense of what you’re saying . . .” He turned to look about him in wonder, “. . . and yet, this is all so very strange to me.”


Marcus glanced toward his compatriots and shrugged. Like him, Flavius and their fellow legionnaires were still finding the adjustments difficult to cope with. They were warriors, and unaccustomed to such godlike contrivances.


An awkward silence ensued.


Seizing the moment, Mac stepped forward. “I take it each engraving represents an actual influx of candidates?”


A sea of faces turned to look at him. Until now, Mac and his men had kept themselves apart, content to stand quietly to one side with a group of stoic Native Americans. However, Mac had noticed how each of the lists was arranged. Pointing to the wall, he continued, “There are nine open books along the circumference. One is blank, so that must indicate us, as no one is dead yet. Therefore, the other eight obviously refer to those who have come and gone before us, yes?”


“Very astute. Lieutenant Alan McDonald, isn’t it?”



Buy Links:


Amazon https://www.amazon.com/IX-Book-1/dp/B01MCZ7XEU/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1478062836&sr=8-1

Audible http://www.audible.com/pd/Sci-Fi-Fantasy/The-IX-Audiobook/B01MCZ83B8/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1478545349&sr=1-1


Digital and Print

Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/IX-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00RM54QBA/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1477728328&sr=8-1&keywords=The+IX

Amazon.co.uk: https://www.amazon.co.uk/IX-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00RM54QBA/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1477728420&sr=8-1&keywords=the+ix

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-ix-andrew-p-weston/1121115575?ean=9780986414008

Walmart: https://www.walmart.com/ip/The-IX/53402841




Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is an ex-military ex-police expat from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek Island.


An astronomy and law graduate, he has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society, the British Science Fiction Association and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.


When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with one of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for Astronaut.com and Amazing Stories.


Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/


Publisher: Perseid Press


Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew


Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrew-P-Weston-Author/102335216581151?ref=hl


Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/andrewweston/


Andrew P. Weston Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/


The IX Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/



2nd Annual N. N. Light #HolidayGiftGuide: Shop Today and Save! #books


The Holiday Season has officially begun and we’re celebrating by launching the 2nd Annual N. N. Light Holiday Gift Guide:


Shop today and save!

Over 100 books by award-winning/bestselling authors in several genres. Books make great gifts and our gift guide is Santa approved!😉

Seasons Greetings!

Know Someone Who’s Struggling? Crank Up Your Light! #inspiration #MondayBlogs

kindness light

Do you know someone going through a hard time? Is the world around them crumbling?

Crank up the Light inside and bathe others in the glow. 

I have a friend of mine who’s going through a really hard time. She’s a fellow writer and blogger. She (and her family) are under attack and I immediately went into action.

I put on my superhero cape, clasped my hands tightly together and prayed/meditated. I focused on the Light inside me and covered my friend and her family in a blanket of Light. I asked for the Universe to protect her and for the darkness to flee.

I then sent her a message telling her how much I loved her and that she’s not dealing with this battle alone. I’m with her and nothing can defeat her.

When people are in the pits of despair and darkness is all around them, they feel hope slipping away. That’s where we come in. We’re the Light Bearers and our flame needs to burn bright for them to see their way through the darkness.

Call up your friend/family member and tell them you’re with them in the darkness. Hold their hand, hug them, kiss them, do whatever it takes to let them know you care.

Let your flame burn through the darkness. Share the Light.


The Emotional Terrorist: Growing up with a Borderline Parent @ArabellaBarbour #memoir #books

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Title: The Emotional Terrorist: Growing up with a Borderline Parent


Author: Arabella Barbour


Genre: Memoir, Mental Illness


Publisher: Sandpeddler Press


Book Blurb:

The Emotional Terrorist is an extraordinary memoir of resilience and revelation. Traveling the world as corporate gypsies’, Arabella’s parents are a charismatic pair while in private her sadomasochistic mother tortures her with calculated cruelty, yet idolizes her brother. The worst part is no one else sees what is really going on; even her father is spellbound. In fact, the façade her mother has erected for others is so dazzlingly charming and flamboyant a charade, that no one would ever believe she is capable of the unspeakable abuses she commits. In the wake of a near death experience, a revelation rips away the veil and Arabella sees clearly for the first time. Her mother’s intense inexplicable behavior distinctly fits the description of a certain type of personality, or rather personality disorder, known as borderline.


What Readers are Saying:

The Emotional Terrorist is important, beautiful, deep, poetic, gripping, and informative. — Sylvia Cary, LMFT, licensed psychotherapist and author, Los Angeles.


This just goes to show that a memoir doesn’t have to be written by someone “famous” to be a page-turner. The writing is punchy and vivid; you will not be bored. Actually, it’s like staring in horrified fascination at the proverbial slow-motion car wreck, complete with skids, slides, multiple collisions, and several end-over-end flips — except that by the time you’re halfway through, you know the driver and all the passengers (especially the poor little girl in the back seat). There’s heartbreaking betrayal along the way but, ultimately, the story is one of triumph, because some people never understand what has happened to them and why. Congratulations to the author not just for figuring it out and surviving (and managing to raise a great kid), but for dwelling on the positive present instead of the tragic past. — Doowop Dan on Amazon


NN Light Review:

This book is a very difficult read but it is extremely well written.  You are taken deeply into the traumatic life of the author and if you have any empathy what so ever, you feel every physical and emotional pain she suffered as a little girl – on throughout adulthood.  Writing this had to be cathartic for Barbour, I am certain, and putting out a meaningful story for others to hopefully learn from is a brave endeavour.




That a person’s behaviour can be diagnosed later has little comfort for the little children who suffer the harm from being raised by a parent who appears to be simply evil.  A child is innocent and just a victim in this type of relationship.  A child has no power, no understanding and only acute suffering.  It is why every child must be taught to speak out if someone is abusing them in any way and must be heard.  No one can dismiss claims of abuse simply with ‘But your Mother wouldn’t.’




This was a very grim read but if this book can help just one child and save someone from this horrible situation, then this book has done an incredible job.  A very well written work that is worthy of a read by every parent or would be parent.



 NN Light Rating: 4 stars





Johannesburg, South Africa 1953

One of the things Mom found attractive about Dad when she was his secretary in Johannesburg was how handsome he looked in his white lab coat. Dad was in the veterinary supply sales business and he felt the white coat reassured his clientele that he knew what he was talking about. Mom was beautiful and talented. She had dreamed of being a star on the stage and screen and often lamented the tragedy of not realizing this dream, and the great loss to her would-be public. After they fell in love and got married they moved to neighboring Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia where the economy was booming. Dad got his inheritance early from Granny and started up his own veterinary supply business. At that time Rhodesia was one of Britain’s few remaining colonies in Africa, and is where my brother and I were born at The Lady Chancellor Home. Although it used to be said the sun never set on the British Empire, our empire had been crumbling for quite a while. South Africa was a jewel about to slip off the royal crown and later our birthplace would become known as Harare, Zimbabwe.


Before we were born Dad read to Mom after dinner in the evenings until one day he caught on that she was reading ahead during the day while he was at work.


            “He never read to me again, Ha!” Mom chuckled with amusement.


Dad periodically drove Mom back to Johannesburg to see her family. These trips involved long hours of driving through vast expanses of nothing, albeit the odd sighting of a lion, and lasted well into the hours of darkness. On one of these trips, they reached the border to find the Limpopo River had overcome its banks. The bridge had flooded, washing a car making its crossing into the river. The driver was struggling to swim against the current. A handful of stranded bystanders stood powerless outside their cars watching her flailing efforts. Mom became incensed recalling this incident, because Dad dove into the river and saved the woman.


“What if he’d drowned?  Then where would I be?”  Mom added, “Hero my arse!  He did it for the attention, to feed his massive ego. You should have seen the smug smile on his face when everybody clapped; it was an unforgivable risk to take!”


This was one of those things that festered in Mom’s brain until it reared up to the surface, as unexpectedly as the Limpopo swamped its banks. Dad always said Mom was like a dog with a bone. Eventually I think she was like a dog with a whole back yard full of buried bones. She could sniff around at will and take her pick of one to dig up, and then have a good ol’ chew, sometimes for days at a time.






The FIFTH ANNUAL INTERNATIONAL Beverly Hills Book Awards® recognized The Emotional Terrorist by Arabella Barbour in the category of MEMOIR as a finalist.


The competition is judged by experts from all aspects of the book industry, including publishers, writers, editors, book cover designers and professional copywriters. They select award winners and finalists based on overall excellence.


For more information please visit:bhbookawards.com





Buy Links:  

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Emotional-Terrorist-Growing-Borderline-Parent-ebook/dp/B01E46YSLC


Publisher http://sandpeddlerpress.tumblr.com/post/143908917309/the-emotional-terrorist-growing-up-with-a?is_related_post=1


Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30077781-the-emotional-terrorist






Author Biography:

Born in a British colony in Africa, ARABELLA BARBOUR has lived on five continents and traveled the world. She lives in North Carolina with her neurotic, yet adorable adopted dog husband, Oliver, who loves the ladies, hogs the bed, and snores enthusiastically.



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#CyberMonday Deal: The Du Lac Chronicles by @maryanneyarde is #FREE! #books #Kindle

The Du Lac Chronicles 10 Feb 2016 KINDLE


The Du Lac Chronicles


Mary Anne Yarde


Young Adult, Historical Fantasy, Romance

Black Friday Through Giving Tuesday Promotion

Free on Kindle from the 25th November to the 29th November 2016

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Book Blurb

“An evocative, timeless saga of love and betrayal, it has rivalry and treachery enough for any ‘Game of Thrones’ aficionado.” Tony Riches, author of The Tudor Trilogy

“It is dangerous to become attached to a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.” So prophesies a wizened healer to Annis, daughter of King Cerdic of Wessex. If there is truth in the old crone’s words, they come far too late for Annis, who defies father, king, and country to save the man she loves.

Alden du Lac, once king of Cerniw, has nothing. Betrayed by Cerdic, Alden’s kingdom lies in rubble, his fort razed to the ground and his brother Merton missing, presumably dead. He has only one possession left worth saving: his heart. And to the horror of his few remaining allies, he gives that to the daughter of his enemy. They see Annis, at best, as a bargaining chip to avoid war with her powerful father. At worst, they see a Saxon whore with her claws in a broken, wounded king.

Alden has one hope: When you war with one du Lac, you war with them all. His brother Budic, King of Brittany, could offer the deposed young king sanctuary—but whether he will offer the same courtesy to Annis is far less certain.


“I just need to stop for a few moments.” Alden lifted his arm off Annis’s shoulder and leant against the wall. He was sweating profusely, the salt of his sweat stinging his wounds and his eyes. He honestly didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. At least David had been right about the soldier’s barracks. It was empty. There was no way he could have fought anyone feeling like he did now.

He had always felt that he was fated to die young, but he had hoped he would at least make it to twenty ¾ so much for hope.

The acute pain passed, and he took a moment to watch Annis. He saw the way she rolled her shoulders, how she moved the heavy torch to her other hand. She must be exhausted, yet she didn’t complain. Her hair was damp and it had curled into soft ringlets. He reached forward and touched one of her wayward curls. The curl wound its way around his finger and he felt the softness of her hair. It was beautiful. The pain must be making him delirious, for he had the strongest urge to pull her closer, to learn the taste of her lips, to feel her body against his. He lowered his hand and closed his eyes, willing away the temptation.

“Thank you for not leaving me behind,” Annis said, her voice coming out a little breathless. She had not dared to move as Alden played with her hair. She knew it was not the proper thing to allow a man to touch her, but she could not bring herself to stop him. In fact, she wanted more than a gentle fondling of her hair, although what her body yearned for she did not really understand. All she knew was that he made her feel flustered and hot, excited and nervous, all at the same time. Her knuckles still tingled where his lips had brushed against them earlier, and she wondered if they would ever feel the same again.

“I will keep you safe.” He found himself promising the most ridiculous thing. He couldn’t defend himself at this moment in time, let alone her.

“I just want you to live,” Annis answered. “Thank you for what happened with David. I don’t know what would have happened if I had been left down there.”

“I wouldn’t have left you there and nor would have David. He would have worried that you would drink his wine,” Alden said solemnly.

Annis smiled softly at his teasing. “I thought about it! How long have you known him?”

“A long time.”

“How long?”

“Long enough.” Alden smiled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are infuriating?” Annis asked.

Alden’s smile widened. “It has been mentioned.” Another wave of pain washed over him and he closed his eyes.

“Keep breathing.”

He had held his breath again; he hadn’t realised. He felt Annis’s hand on his arm and he breathed deeply of the stale, rodent-filled air. When the pain passed, she let go of his arm and stepped back.

He watched her as she looked away from him. She raised the torch so she could see a little farther down the tunnel, which looked remarkably similar to what they had just walked down. They could be walking in circles for all they knew.

For a moment neither said anything and then after a long awkward pause, Alden said, “David’s father was my father’s groom, here in Briton. David was only a boy when Arthur fell to your father’s sword. Cerdic slaughtered David’s mother and his two older brothers, but he enslaved David and his father. His father continued to spy for us and then when he died, David took over the role. That was also when David turned to drink. He didn’t handle his grief very well.”

“My father has ruined so many lives.”

“Well, he did one thing right,” Alden allowed.


“He had you.”

Annis blushed at his words and she couldn’t hold his gaze. “We should really try and keep walking,” she said, raising her face to catch his eyes before lowering her gaze again.

He moved himself off the wall and put his arm around her shoulder. “It wasn’t luck that saved me. It was you. I asked you before, but you didn’t answer. Why did you do it?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she mumbled in embarrassment.

“You would be surprised by what I can understand.” He tried to keep his voice conversational and light, for he saw the way her body had tensed.

She turned slowly back around and looked at him. “I did not want to see you lose your head.” She quickly looked away from him, so that he would not see her face and she would not have to look into those all-knowing eyes. How could she possibly reveal what she felt for him?

“And why would that matter to you if I did?” He challenged softly. “I am nothing to you, Annis, but another player in the dangerous game of kingship and power.”

“I apologise for saving you,” Annis said, annoyed with him for questioning her about something she could not explain without humiliating herself.

“I’m not implying I am ungrateful. I just want to know the truth. I’m having a little issue with trust at the moment.”

She stopped and sighed heavily. She could tell him part of the truth; there would be no harm in that. “My father has arranged for me to be married,” she stated.

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Author Biography

Born in Bath, England, Mary Anne Yarde grew up in the southwest of England, surrounded and influenced by centuries of history and mythology. Glastonbury—the fabled Isle of Avalon—was a mere fifteen-minute drive from her home, and tales of King Arthur and his knights were part of her childhood.

At nineteen, Yarde married her childhood sweetheart and began a bachelor of arts in history at Cardiff University, only to have her studies interrupted by the arrival of her first child. She would later return to higher education, studying equine science at Warwickshire College. Horses and history remain two of her major passions.

Yarde keeps busy raising four children and helping run a successful family business. She has many skills but has never mastered cooking—so if you ever drop by, she (and her family) would appreciate some tasty treats or a meal out!

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N. N. Light’s Slashing Prices on Printed #Books for #CyberMonday! #ASMSG #IARTG #Deals


‘Tis the Season to save money and get a jump on your holiday shopping so we’ve slashed prices on our printed books available at Amazon. They include:

Princess of the Light


Genre: Paranormal Romance, Spiritual Romance


Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth–Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer’s army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It’s getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer’s second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help. Joe Deacons is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he’s the Warrior of Light–the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness. Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself. When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her. But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world? 100% of the proceeds go directly to Food Banks in USA and Canada.

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Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella


Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult


Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside. Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson. Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas. Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him. When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Planting-Seeds-Love-N-Light/dp/1517038936

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Poetry of Love: The Engagement Year


Genre: Love Poetry, Poetry, Romance


I had been searching for love my whole life. It took the opening up of the world via technology for me to find my soulmate. Once I laid eyes on her, at the arrivals gate, I knew I was never going to let her go. The following is a collection of poems I wrote to my angel, from our first meeting up until our wedding day. I was working crazy hours as a chef and I had a long commute. I chose my commuting time to pen her a poem each day. These poems speak of our life, our challenges and our growth together…in every aspect they speak of our love. May this book give someone the courage to let their special someone know how much they care for them and how much they mean to them. Saying I love you is a gift you can give many times a day.

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#Thanksgiving Reminds Us to Give Thanks and Count Our Blessings #inspiration #WednesdayWisdom


How many blessings can you count?

American Thanksgiving is tomorrow and while we have already celebrated our Thanksgiving up here in Canada, MR N and myself would like to invite you to our table. We’ve saved a place at our table for you (see picture above).

Now that everyone is seated, let’s go around the table, give thanks and count our blessings. Counting our blessings is a superb way to not only think positive but with a  clear perspective. Life’s challenges seem a little bit smaller when we concentrate on how many blessings we have. I’ll start:

  1. I’m alive. You may laugh but I have gone through many close calls and am blessed to be alive.
  2. Roof over my head and food to eat. So many people in America and Canada are hungry and don’t have enough food to eat. We’re proud to donate to our local food bank/pantry and we’re doing our part to end hunger.
  3. Unconditional love. MR N is my rock and the love of my life. He taught me the true meaning of love. Together, we travel through this great, big world and nothing can stop us.
  4. Family and Friends. I am blessed beyond belief to have an extended family and friends network who love me for me and their support is amazing.
  5. Online Family/Friends/Followers. Through the internet, I have such a wide group of like-minded people who support me, my writing, this blog, our author promotions business and so much more. This includes everyone reading this post: THANK YOU!
  6. Health and Wellness. There have been times when my health was unstable and my spiritual wellness was a code blue. I’m thankful for my health (both physical, emotional and spiritual) and never take it for granted.
  7. Laughter and Sense of Humor. I’m so blessed to have a funny bone and to be able to laugh at myself. Humor has been my stress-buster for neigh on forty years and I’m so grateful to everyone who has made me chuckle, laugh and chortle.
  8. Where I Live. I’m blessed to live in a free country where I can speak my mind and no one is going to murder me for walking down the street. I pray for all those who are in jeopardy.
  9. Faith/Spirituality. I’m so blessed to have a strong faith and every day I’m thankful I can share the Light with everyone.
  10. A Father’s Love. I’m blessed to have a father to loves me so much, even from Heaven. My father passed away in 1998 but I still feel his presence as he hugs me.
  11. My Creativity. I’m an artist and I love to create. Whether it’s stories, baked goods, inspirational thoughts of encouragement, I create. It gives me such joy.
  12. Collection of Books/Movies/Music. I’m so blessed to have quite a massive collection of books, movies and music. No matter what’s going on, I can close my eyes and escape.


It’s your turn now. Share a few of your blessings in the comments below.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!


Guardian of the Way by @DianeMoatAuthor #YoungAdult #Fantasy #Books



Title: Guardian of the Way

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance



When eighteen-year-old Cass discovers that she’s part fae, a battle begins among supernatural  creatures to appoint her the new Guardian who’ll open up the Way between the worlds.


Book Blurb:

It’s been two centuries since someone murdered the last Guardian of the Way, closing off this world from the many realms of magic and fae.


Cassiopeia “Cass” Wilson is an eighteen-year-old living on her own for the first time. The only magic she’s interested in is the kind that will help her pay the bills on time. Little does she know that a trip to the hospital after a fainting spell will change her life forever.


Cass soon learns she may be fae, and everything points to her being the next Guardian of the Way. There’s just one problem: whoever—or whatever—killed the last Guardian wants Cass dead too.


Cass quickly runs into problems, and an attack by djinn is just the first. But Cass joins forces with a wrath daemon, were-creatures, and fae on a quest to reach the Lighthouse—the site of the Way.


Cass soon learns about wizards desperate to keep the Way closed to serve their dark purposes, and she comes to a crossroads: will she take the test to become the new Guardian and leave her normal life behind? Or will the Way remain closed to all who need it?


Hear what readers are saying about Guardian of the Way:

“Cass Wilson takes us right along with her in this journey, revealing a world she never knew existed, with a diverse new tribe of companions, protectors, and friends. A must read for anyone who wonders what else is out there beyond what we can see.” by C.S.


“A strong story, full of surprises. Getting there is half the fun, but is she meant for this challenging job between many worlds? Quite worth a read.” by M. Hayden



A massive lighthouse sits off the coast of Maine near the town of Cutler. The building has stood empty for over two-hundred years. Those who can make out the edifice view a tower of stone and paned glass unlike any other lighthouse they have ever seen. The specific dimensions are hard to determine as this structure, unlike most lighthouses, is not a single tower. Instead, it has a broader base than usual, with what appear to be turrets at the top. The construction may even consist of two buildings connected at the middle. But not many people question this odd lighthouse, or even wonder why it remains vacant. 


This is because most Humans can’t actually see the Lighthouse. A few who have a drop of Fey, Were or “Other” blood may perceive an ordinary lighthouse. And some instinct guides these souls to avoid the building, though they wouldn’t be able to voice why if they were asked. True Fey, Were, Vampires, and other supernatural beings can certainly identify the building known to them as the Lighthouse, but none of them dare try to enter. Those genuine descendants know the Way is blocked, and has been for the two-hundred years the Lighthouse has stood dark. 


The place has sat empty since the most recent Lighthouse Guardian died one horrible night at the pinnacle. The Guardian had only been Guardian for four-hundred years and was killed well before his time. Inside the Lighthouse lies the only permanent causeway (the “Way”) between the worlds of magic and the world of the mundane. Fey, Were, Vampires and other non-Humans, despite the barrier to journeying across from inside the Lighthouse, could still travel between these two worlds using costly magic spells—but such a trip is difficult and dangerous. The entrance to the Way closed at the time of the Guardian’s death, and neither magic nor mundane had been able to open it since.


On one late evening in particular, a large man sat under a tree just outside of Cutler, eating the stew his mate had made earlier and placed in a storage dish. The season was early fall, but already the nights had a bite to them. The man was on his third shift of watch duty in a row. He had pulled this job ten months previously and was glad the rotations were only a year long. He would be back home in Louisiana before the truly bitter winter was well underway.


The man was suddenly blinded by a light coming from the very top of the Lighthouse. The man’s reflexes were frighteningly quick, but even so he dropped his stew. Flabbergasted, he stared directly at the light for a full twenty seconds, until he no longer cared about the meal. He turned away from the brightness, and shedding his clothes, he found his legs shortening and his arms lengthening. In less than a minute, a large dark-grey Wolf shook himself once, then again. Glancing back for a final look at the Lighthouse, the Wolf began running toward the town. 


He wouldn’t stop running until he was at his pack leader’s house. From there, word would spread like a virus. Everything was different now. For somewhere in this ordinary domain, two minutes before, a brand-new Guardian had been born. 


Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Way-Diane-Moat-ebook/dp/B01MFD7KNC


Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32795260-guardian-of-the-way?from_search=true




Author Biography:

When not creating fantastical worlds of young adult fiction, Diane Moat spends her time in Tennessee as an animal rescuer and nurse. Her various rescue dogs often assist her in the creative process.


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Dangerous Pilgrims by Lawrence Swaim + @JHPFiction #bookreview #fiction #books


Title: Dangerous Pilgrims

Author: Lawrence Swaim

Genre: Literary Fiction, Political Fiction

Book Blurb:

Maitland Sutterfield is a San Francisco journalist who has just been through an exhausting divorce. He takes a writer’s holiday, accepting an assignment as a reporter in Guatemala. In full flight from his personal demons, Sutterfield seeks peace in a beautiful land unlike his own – but this is Guatemala of the 1980s, and there is a brutal civil war underway. Instead of peace, Sutterfield finds the perils of love in a time of revolution, not to mention the moral quandaries of a country that is descending into madness.

Maitland’s main contact in Guatemala is Sofia Mendez, who takes him to a small Catholic mission in the highlands run by a Spanish-trained Jesuit priest. Maitland volunteers at the mission, convinced that the priest’s ministry is a vivid example of the Liberation Theology movement about which he hopes to write the definitive book-length analysis. But complications abound when Sofia becomes Maitland’s lover, before either he or Sofia have a chance to discuss the real nature of her previous vocation.

Maitland is oppressively aware of the subtle but inevitable exploitation of third-world sources by first-world media, but the tables are turned as he finds himself trapped in a dangerous dilemma in which Sofia’s needs dictate both their futures.

My Review:

One could say this is ‘The Ugly American’ revisited.  Best intentions of both Maitland and Padre Julio only led the poor, mistreated villagers of the Guatemalan Highlands on the road to hell.  In some ways the results of Maitland’s actions were less condemning than the Padre.  With Maitland dozens of innocents were murdered.  With the Padre dozens of innocents were stripped of hope.  That pain didn’t end with a bullet but was carried like a burden for those poor peasants going forward.

This book to me was two books in one.  The first half is 5 stars.  You have the American Doofus trying to find himself in a tiny village and he finds companionship and some inner peace as they scrape out an existence in the midst of a U.S. government funded civil war.  The second half is a three star book with all the violence, angst and pain that came with Maitland acting in what he thought was everyone’s best interests.

The book should be required reading for everyone who may cling to the concept that America is the world’s big brother and can ‘help’ every country.  There are CONSEQUENCES for such a conceited foreign policy.  This should also be required reading for every person of faith who thinks they should go all over the world to ‘help’ people find faith.  There are CONSEQUENCES here that can either be the loss of hope or the death of those being ‘aided’.

A worthwhile read that has a lot to offer to every kind of reader.


My Rating:  4 stars

Buy it now:

Publisher http://www.roundfire-books.com/books/dangerous-pilgrims

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Pilgrims-Lawrence-Swaim-ebook/dp/B01LOWM1MW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dangerous-Pilgrims-Lawrence-Swaim-ebook/dp/B01LOWM1MW

Indiebound http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781785354748

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30619072-dangerous-pilgrims

Author Biography:

Lawrence Swaim is the Executive Director of the Interfaith Freedom Foundation, a public-interest non-profit advocating civil rights for religious minorities and religious liberty for all. The IFF is especially engaged in opposing the growth of Islamophobia in the US. Swaim has a long history of progressive involvement, including ten years of union politics (Postal Workers). He has written three novels, writes a regular column on religious liberty issues and has done journalism from Latin America and Europe. He has also worked 25 years as a counselor in residential treatment programs for clients suffering from emotional trauma, addictions and chronic mental illness. He lives in California.

Social Media Links:

Author Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lawrence.swaim

Publisher Facebook https://www.facebook.com/JHPfiction

Publisher Twitter https://twitter.com/jhpfiction

Publisher Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/jhpfiction/

Reviewed by: Mr. N

Windmaster by Helen B. Henderson @History2Write #books #RomanticFantasy #MFRWAuthor


Title: Windmaster

Author: Helen Henderson

Genre:  Fantasy / Romantic Fantasy

Publisher:  BooksWeLove


Book Blurb:

Revenge set Ellspeth, captain of Sea Falcon, on the path to her destiny, but prophecy controlled the journey. Despite his insolent attitude, she is attracted to the dark-haired dockworker she hires to help unload the vessel’s cargo. The supposed dockhand reveals his true identity as Lord Dal, the last member of the Council of Wizards, and her passenger. His presence on board ship brings with it more than an impossible liaison. Bringing him back from near-death releases Ellspeth’s latent powers and threatens her captaincy. For to have magic she must give up the sea.

In accordance with an ancient prophecy, Dal allows Ellspeth to be handfasted to him without her knowledge or consent. However, the prophecy doesn’t state whether she will return his love. A likelihood threatened when Dal is captured and stripped of his powers by fanatical clerics bent on ridding the world of magic and those who wield it. His one chance to survive is to keep secret the key to breaking him—his feelings for Ellspeth.

Trapped within the Oracle’s Temple, Ellspeth must choose between her own survival, saving the future of magic… or love.




For any reader who loves dragons,  enter to win a PDF of the novella, Magic and Steel, one of the tales in the upcoming release, First Change: Legends From The Eyrie. Click on the Readers Bonus button on the bottom of the page on Helen’s Blog.



Ellspeth paused to capture the last wisps of the dream before they faded away. It remained just out of her reach. Only the laughter remained and the last thing he said.

“Husband.” She snarled and pushed Dal away hard enough that he almost stumbled into the banked fire. “He called you my husband.” Ellspeth hesitated at the look that crossed Dal’s face. Was it relief or anger at being found out? She couldn’t tell. “Answer me Lord Dal, on your clan’s honor. Did Semelen handfast us? And why?”

Pain darkened Dal’s eyes. He snatched a small leather carry case from within his pack. One shake and a rolled parchment fell into Ellspeth’s hands.

“I tried to explain several times, however, you weren’t ready to listen. All you wanted was revenge for Jon.”

Ellspeth noted his tone was void of all emotion.

Dal spun on his heels and strode toward the outer chamber. “Read the parchment, then we’ll talk,” he said over his shoulder.

Ellspeth saw his gaze fix on the snow whirling outside, his body rigid with tension. Wondering at his reaction, she looked at the beribboned scroll in her hand. Maybe I shouldn’t read it.

The obstinate part of her mind answered in less than a breath. ”You wanted to know what he’s been hiding. The answer is in your hand.”

Unable to fight her curiosity, she untied the knot. Released from its binding, the paper unfurled of its own accord. She took one last glance at Dal and scanned the tight script.

“If I read this right,” Ellspeth said, each word clipped in anger, “that… that…” Two strides covered the distance between her and Dal. She waved the parchment, the ribbons fluttering like blood-red waves. “He had no permission to handfast us,” she yelled. Her strident words echoed off the rock walls.

Ellspeth saw Dal’s jaw clench in his effort to keep his emotions under control.

He took a deep breath. “Semelen did what he thought was best to protect me—and you. It may have been without your knowledge, but you did ask for his blessing. And that is what he gave.” Dal took several more deep breaths, although the tension remained in his frame.

“Our paths entwined long before the handfasting,” Dal said. “Our minds linked the day I used your magic to save the ship. You connected to my soul when you called me back from the void. Semelen’s actions, while deceitful, didn’t change anything.”

“We are not joined. I am not a mage.”

The intensity of Ellspeth’s outburst forced Dal to step back. She didn’t try to contain the cold rage emanating from her body. Semelen might be beyond her justice; however, there was one other who was part of the deception. Her hands reached for the hilt of her knife.

Dal retreated ahead of her advance until the cavern wall stopped him. He mouthed a prayer commending his soul to the fates, and then lowered his head.

Want to read more of Windmaster? Excerpts and a free read of the first chapter is on the Windmaster’s page on Helen’s blog


Buy Links:

Amazon – https://amzn.com/B01IU973HA




Author Biography:

A former feature-story writer and correspondent, Henderson has also written fiction as long as she could remember. Her heritage reflects the contrasts of her Gemini sign. She is a descendent of a coal-miner’s daughter and an aviation flight engineer. This dichotomy shows in her writing which crosses genres from fantasy and science fiction to historical adventures and westerns. In the world of fantasy, Henderson is the author of the Dragshi Chronicles and The Windmaster Novels.


Social Media Links:

Author Home Page: http://helenhenderson-author.webs.com/

Blog – http://www.helenhenderson-author.blogspot.com/

Twitter –https://twitter.com/history2write

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When Was the Last Time You Took Time Out to Relax? #inspiration #relax #TuesdayMotivation

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When was the last time you took time out to relax?

If it was longer than 24 hours, you’re not taking care of yourself.

The past few weeks I’ve been feeling exhausted. We had a stressful work week last week, yesterday was definitely Manic Monday  and I was stressed out! After MR N came home, I took some time to relax. My body and soul needed it.

What did we do to relax?

After dinner, MR N and I listened to three new Christmas CDs we bought. We turned on our Christmas lights, sat together on the loveseat and held hands. It was exactly what we needed.

But MRS N, you may be asking, I don’t have time to relax.

Make time for what matters. It’s not complicated. Even a few minutes a day helps immensely.

Today I am thankful for relaxation.

What do you do to relax? Tell me in the comments below.


The Place Where Danger Meets Desire… by @CadenceDenton #darkromance #romanticsuspense

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The Place Where Danger Meets Desire…

Enter a shadow world of espionage and counter espionage. Where killing is a career path that pays according to your level of expertise, where you are only as good as your last hit.

Enter a world where competition is fierce and growing eyes in the back of your head is a requirement, where you could be the shooter one day and the target the next.

Enter a world where this moment, this breath could be your last.

Warning: Each episode ends in a cliffhanger


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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RJDKRNQ

Someone is killing Department hunters one-by-one. Dark Man, the Department’s best hitman, is determined to find the assassin and take him out.
The Archangel is known throughout the globe for her body count. Now her employers, the Chernyy Group, Russia’s super-secret counter intelligence agency, have aimed her at its rival, the Department…and DM.
When DM captures the illusive Angel, sparks fly and passions explode.
When she asks his name, he replies, “I’m your future.”
But is he her future lover or executioner?
He has questions. She has the answers. He knows what he should do, but why not do what he wants—seduce her and get the answers that way?



The soft cough of Gamer’s gun as he double-tapped the target finalizing the contract, an octogenarian with a paunch and bald head, brought DM out of his stupor.

“Did you catch my shadow?” Gamer’s voice sounded in his ear.

DM’s gaze tangled with the woman’s. He watched a single dark eyebrow lift in question and scowled in response. He was torn, and furious that he found himself torn. He shouldn’t feel conflicted. Hell, he should turn her ass over to the Medic, whoever the fuck she was.

“Dark Man—?” Gamer hissed.

“Dark Man?” she gasped.

His scowl deepened. DM’s exploits had become an urban legend in the small world of assassins and hitmen. Hell, they’d been embellished to the point you’d think he could frickin’ sprout wings and fly while shooting laser beams from his eyes.

She attempted to slide from his loosened grip. Automatically, he tightened it, crushing her to him. She exhaled, then went slack as though saying, Do what you want.

“Dark Man—?”

DM’s jaw flexed once, twice.

“No,” he answered, eyeing her. “Your shadow got away.” He inexplicably loosed his grip, freeing the woman and stepped back. He was setting her free. Why?

She reached up on her tip toes and pressed her lips to DM’s, running her tongue lightly over his bottom lip. Then she stepped back and disappeared into the night.


“I just don’t get it,” Gamer said for the thousandth time running a gloved hand over his close cropped head.

DM clenched his teeth and breathed heavily through his nose. Breathed—not sighed. He did nothing so limp wristed as “sigh”. He hit the door when the security light turned green, lengthening his stride to fit his six foot six inch frame hoping to leave Gamer and his questions behind.

Gamer’s stride wasn’t far off DM’s still he quickened his pace to keep up with the bigger man, his rubber soled boots squeaking on the polished tile floor. DM’s heavier boots thundered out a steady military-smart rhythm.

“You say you had the tracker in your sights…and he got away?” Gamer asked in that incredulous tone that had DM grinding his teeth in frustration.

DM picked up the pace, his black ankle-length duster flapping behind him like the cape of the super-hero he was supposed to be. More like anti-hero he thought darkly.

“I didn’t let him get away,” he growled. Better to let Gamer think the person tailing him was male. Much better.

“See…that’s where it doesn’t make sense,” Gamer insisted. “My shadow escaped untouched and unharmed…from you.”

“Dammit, Gamer, you act like I’m fuckin’ Wolverine.”

“But you never miss a target.”

DM stopped so suddenly the skirts of his coat circled his calves. Gamer continued a couple steps further before stopping. He turned to face the big man his expression expectant.

“Listen,” DM growled, “I don’t know what you want from me. I guess I zigged when I shoulda’ mother fuckin’ zagged and the son of a bitch got away.” His big hands curled into sledge hammer-sized fists.

Gamer lifted his hands, palm side out. “Fine…okay…sorry.”

DM exhaled again and no, it sure as hell wasn’t a sigh, before continuing down the hallway with Gamer trailing him.

“Still…you have to admit that isn’t like you, DM.”

“I’m not fuckin’ Superman, dude,” DM growled and paced off leaving Gamer at the desk to sign in his equipment.

DM’s scowl was aimed squarely at himself. How the fuck did he think he’d possibly convince the Chief that Gamer’s shadow had the chops to escape him when he couldn’t even convince Gamer? This had to be the first time his legendary reputation worked against him. Another deep breath. Why? Why had he let her go?


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Just once Dark Man would like to go a day without having to dodge bullets. Just freaking once. However, since Angel crash-landed in his life, that’s all he’s been doing.


Angel feels pulled in opposite directions. On the one hand, she wants to admit the truth to DM, but on the other, she knows she must remain loyal to Damien, her boss and DM’s identical twin. What troubles her most is can she trust Damien or will he put her head on the chopping block? Then there’s one small problem.
She’s attracted to both men.


The leader of the super-secret Guild, Damien has cut all ties with his estranged brother. Or has he? One thing DM knows for certain, if Damien is stirring this pot then it’s poisonous.


When the Department and Chernyy start to doubt their agent’s loyalty, then Dark Man and Angel have no choice but to trust each other and hope their skills will keep them alive.



DM plucked a champagne flute from the tray held by a waiter and offered it to Elle.

“I see one, two… make that three of Moto’s lieutenants and several representatives of the Columbian growers’ conglomerate,” Elle whispered through the link, the glass masking her mouth.

The security detail scattered so obviously around the mansion and grounds weren’t the real danger. High powered cameras with the ability to zoom in and count the hairs on a flea’s back were. Not to mention the lip reading software now standard in most high level systems.

Have you located the target?

“He’s at the foot of the stairs, greeting guests,” DM said, dropping a kiss on Elle’s shoulder.

That was a bit of luck there. With a little more they could get the job done and be away well under the allotted time.

Proceed, the handler said.

DM followed Elle, his eyes sweeping the room, searching out the nooks, looking for enemies and cameras, but the laser lighting and the crushing crowd made it difficult. Instead he focused on the welcoming committee.

Moto had two bodyguards flanking him. One shifted and DM saw the glint of his pistol in the shoulder holster beneath his tuxedo jacket. Both men had the hard countenances and shifting gazes that bespoke serious training. For once, it was nice to see the briefing for this job had been on target, he thought sourly. Bad intelligence made his job harder. Not impossible, just harder. Tonight, he’d like easy.

They continued their downward trek, trailing an older man whose arms were around two teens – a boy and a girl. Descending the wide stairs in fits and starts, the old sod passed the time running one hand over the girl’s breasts and the other fondling the boy’s bottom. The girl giggled nervously while the boy tried to step out of the pervert’s reach. DM eyed the old goat. It would take two, three seconds to break the man’s wrists. While that would offer a welcome diversion besides give new meaning to the axiom: keep your hands to yourself, DM could not. He was on the Department clock. Maybe he’d visit the pervert another night and have a little heart to heart. He looked away, exhaling a long breath. It wasn’t a sigh. He did nothing so limp wristed as sigh.

Moto waited to meet his guests at the foot of the stairs like a gracious monarch. Dark hair swept back and gelled into place, coffee colored skin, blue eyes, average height, and stocky build, he was dressed in a white silk shirt unbuttoned to reveal a paunch worthy of a hibernating bear and tan linen pants. Grinning around a cigar clenched between his teeth and the curvy woman hanging on his arm, Moto yucked it up with the old pervert before sending him and his underage sex toys on their way. Change the face and location and Moto could be anyone of a thousand narcissistic killers DM had offed, he thought huffing again. He was so ready to get this job done.

“Remember, he’s not stupid so don’t you be stupid,” Elle hissed as they stepped forward.

“You watch yourself, rookie. I’m not runnin’ a daycare,” DM growled, giving her a level look. He’d have a talk with the Chief about pairing him with inexperienced smart asses when he got back to the Department.

“Welcome, welcome, friends to my humble home,” Moto said in Spanish. His unique dialect, a blend of Mayan and Spanish, pegged the Yucatan Peninsula as his home.

“I am honored to have been invited, jefe,” DM replied in the same language, if not dialect, gripping Moto’s hand.

Moto nodded at the compliment DM had given him in his choice of title. By calling Moto boss, DM was recognizing the man’s status, his power.

“And I am honored by the presence of a representative from my dear Venezuelan friends. Your lovely lady is very welcome as well,” Moto added, reaching for Elle’s hand.

Time seemed to slow as DM focused in hard on the exchange. This was it. Go time.

Smiling, Elle stretched out her hand to grasp his. The ring on her middle finger was large, spanning from knuckle to knuckle.  Sparkling in the light, its deadly cache of poison was cleverly hidden in the twists of silver. The poison was fast acting, once delivered to the target’s bloodstream via the hidden needle it would set to work immediately; causing tachycardia, a rise in temperature, confusion, vomiting, unconsciousness, and finally death. From beginning to end, it would take an hour. Tops.

Elle murmured some platitude, her fingers brushing Moto’s as she stepped forward. DM maintained his smile. All that was needed was a single, firm squeeze. He watched Moto’s hand begin to close around his partner’s. Almost there.

“Gloria, I can’t believe you’re here!”

A blond haired bimbo exclaimed, bumping into Elle with enough force to break her contact with the target. The goblet of red wine gripped in the bimbo’s fist, splashed Elle full in the face causing her to sputter and stagger under the deluge.

The blonde was hot, her four alarm body encased like sausage in a skin-tight spangled red dress that almost covered her round ass. She spun about on strappy platform sandals to face a frowning Moto. The red wine splatters on his white shirt looked like blood. “Ooo, sorry hun. Did I butt in? Gloria and I went to high school together.”

Moto’s body guards moved in front of their employer putting a wall of brawn and firearms between him and DM, Elle, and the blond intruder.

What’s happening, team one? The handler’s voice drilled in DM’s ear.

“Geez, I’m such a clumsy ass. Sorry!” The woman shrugged, her blonde curls bouncing on bare shoulders. She glanced up at DM, her up-tilted amber eyes gleaming in the light. Familiar up-tilted amber eyes. The muscles in his jaw flexed.

Elle stood like a deer caught in headlights, her inexperience flying high and wide while the wine dripped down her chin soaking her clothes.

Report… Team one… copy?

Moto shouldered a guard aside and tilted his head. “I apologize for this insult,” he said to DM then turned to his arm candy and said, “Maria, querida, escort the young lady to the powder room and help her get cleaned up.”

Dammit, Morace! What the hell’s going on?

Elle balked, staring at DM who dropped a chin in agreement. Reluctantly, she followed the woman, gazing back over her shoulder until they disappeared through a door.

“Pablo, take this puta. Find out who she is and what she’s doing here. No, find out who she is with. That’s the idiot I want to speak to.”

DM gripped the woman’s arm so hard she cried out in pain. “If you’ll allow me, I’d like to handle this clumsy puta.”

Moto looked from DM to the struggling woman and chuckled. “Bueno, I’ll let you… how you say… take care of her.” He waved the guard off, turning back to the line of guests.

With a short bow to the Mexican drug lord, he gripped the blonde’s upper arm and dragged her away. It was impossible for the smaller woman to match his long stride so she stumbled after him.

“You’re hurting me,” Angel remarked, her tone disinterested.

“Good,” he snarled. What was it with this woman following him, fouling up his missions?
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Things have gone from bad to worse for Dark Man. First, he was set up to be the fall guy for the Guild, the family who’d named him pariah and turned their backs on him. Next, his current employers decided to terminate him with extreme prejudice. And then there’s Angel—the fact she’d called him by his brother’s name when they made love was the cherry on top of this crap cake. It almost made being the Medic’s new lab rat a relief. Almost.


He’d like to bury his feelings for Angel, but he hadn’t signed on for what the Medic planned: to turn him into a robot with a pulse.


Add another covert group with its own agenda to the already crowded field of adversaries and the conspiracy web grows wider. With his list of enemies multiplying by the minute, Dark Man’s chances of surviving are slim to none.


He needs a miracle. He needs his Angel.



Angel sat at a small table inside the Sixty-first Street Starbucks on Galveston Island, studiously avoiding eye contact with the elderly couple on her right while her stomach growled at the fragrant scent of cinnamon rolls and fresh scones.

The old woman’s face had drawn up in a mask of disapproval, her nose crinkled like she smelled an open landfill instead of the heady aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and pastries. She shot a barrage of narrow-eyed glares Angel’s way while her husband’s gaze was altogether different. The old man looked at Angel like she was a three-inch thick New York strip steak. She’d watched him swipe a strand of drool from quivering lips before his gnarled hand retreated beneath the table to do God knew what.

Once more she fought the urge to tug at her skirt. What was the point? It wasn’t like pulling on it was going to make it one millimeter longer.

The old lady sniffed then turned her attention back to her ensainada. She took a bite and Angel’s stomach growled so loudly the table of teenage surfers on the other side of the old farts heard it and snickered. Angel sighed. She’d wanted to order the yummy coiled sweet bread topped with powdered sugar with her coffee, but sadly could only scratch up enough coins to pay for the iced caffe Americano.

She didn’t dare use her credit cards. The last thing she needed was a Chernyy headhunter showing up which would be the first thing to happen if she used her plastic. Anyway, she needed the caffeine more than the Danish so her empty stomach would just have to suck it up. Unhappy with the arrangement, her stomach complained again. Geez, where was her coffee? Angel glanced back at the barista, saw her cup was now third in line and sighed again. Who would have thought Starbucks would be this busy on a Sunday morning?

She crossed her legs and mentally rolled her eyes when she heard the old man slurp in a breath while the sour old lady hissed, “Shameless hussy.”

Yeah. Well, she’d just have to suck it up, too. Angel peered out the wall of glass. The surf was as gray as the morning sky. It reflected her mood.

She was a legend in the assassins’ community. Her reputation as lethal and invincible was almost universal. Why did she feel so helpless? Worse than that, she felt fragile, like she’d shatter into a zillion pieces at the slightest touch.


Starting, she looked around to see the young man at the counter. Her order was ready. She’d forgotten that she’d given him her true name. Tugging again at the disobedient skirt, she rose to her feet.

“Sweet Jesus on a donkey.” The old man’s voice was hoarse. With her peripheral vision, Angel watched his wife lean over and give his arm a smack.

“Oww… whaddidya do that for?”

“C’mon you old coot. We’re leaving.”

“Why? I haven’t finished my breakfast.”

“Oh, yes you have,” she snapped. Draping her purse over her shoulder, she marched him to the door, her gnarled hand gripping his wrist while he cast longing looks back at Angel.

After adding sweetener to the coffee, Angel returned to her seat, sipping contentedly as the strong brew hit her stomach and silenced its demands at least for a while. With the dual distractions of hunger and lecherous old men taken out of the equation, her thoughts returned like homing pigeons to what was really bothering her. DM.

Angel picked at the neon pink fingernail polish on her thumb, her coffee forgotten. Why… why had she left DM that way?



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Dark Man is screwed. Captured by the Department hounds, he was handed over to the Medic as a sacrificial lamb—or lab rat. The brain surgery to turn him into the perfect killing machine (the emphasis on machine) has left him reeling. With his emotions disabled, DM has entered a very dark place. Scientific data claims that without the distraction of emotions, DM will be more focused, more productive—an assassin without a conscience. The problem is he won’t cooperate. He’s focused on finding one person: Angel.


Angel’s act first, think later attitude has gotten both her and DM’s identical twin brother, Damien, into a world of trouble. Her plan to rescue DM majorly blew up in her face. Taken captive by the Guild’s enemy—the super-secret Omicron—she has learned the true meaning of pain. Bearing both physical and mental scars, Angel joins forces with both friends and enemies to free DM.


From Houston to Bucharest, trouble follows DM and Angel. With attacks from every side, they must find a way to overcome their differences and come together or risk being torn apart.


Will DM and Angel survive? Read WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 4 for the exciting conclusion.



“Who am I?”


DM’s voice was a husky whisper. It did crazy things to her insides.


“I’m your future,” he said with the finality of a slammed door, not giving her time to reply before fencing her in against the scarred wooden bar with between his long, hard arms and thick, muscular thighs.


Her pulse kicked up, making her shiver like a spooked horse as he moved into her, invading her personal space. Spooked. That was an apt description. Everything about this dangerous man spooked her. He was imposing, standing over a foot taller than her five-foot four-inches with a shredded build that complemented his superior height. Not to mention the fact he possessed looks that would make any woman between the ages of 13 and 93 swoon. Truth was, just looking up into his smoldering gray gaze made her lightheaded, made her weak in the knees, and made her more than a little wet between the thighs. Truth was, she wanted nothing more than to follow this man to his bed. When he leaned in, his chiseled lips parting as they approached hers, her eyelids drooped. She stretched up in anticipation, tilting her head back, almost breathless to taste his lips, and felt…nothing.


Rusted metal flakes rained down coating her skin as Angel jerked awake. She’d been dreaming of DM, David Morace, the former crown prince of the Guild. Her lover.


Her wrists also awoke and began to bitterly complain of their abuse—being forced to support her weight and suffer the tight bonds of the handcuffs. Her shoulders also objected, stating they had taken more than their fair share of the load. Seeking relief, Angel pulled her feet under her and put weight on her legs. A high whistling gasp of misery escaped her lips. She had forgotten about Spider and his electric carving knife.  Almost she regretted contacting DM’s identical twin brother and the new Crown Prince of the Guild. Asking Damien for help in getting DM released from the Department’s creepy version of the Island of Doctor Moreau had been beyond foolhardy. How could she possibly rescue DM when she could do nothing to save herself?


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#BookReview: The Siren’s Dream by @AmberBelldene #books #romance #paranormalromance



Title: The Siren’s Dream

Author: Amber Belldene

Genre: Romance, Paranormal Romance


Book Blurb:

Revenge never felt so sweet…


Murdered by a bullet intended for her beloved, Katya Dvoynev’s fate is to haunt the building where she took her last breath. That is, unless she can lure her killer into her clutches and find the vengeance her mara spirit seeks.  But destiny has other plans, and handsome Nikolai Zurkov arrives instead, filling Katya with a desire so strong she must fight to remember it’s revenge she seeks, not love…


Investigative journalist Nikolai is on a mission to bring down a corrupt corporation responsible for so many deaths. If the gorgeous ghost who enters his dreams holds the key, Nik has no problem sharing in the seductive beauty’s nightly encounters. But when he discovers Katya’s intent is murder, he’ll do anything to keep her from getting blood on her hands. For only true justice can give her the love she longs for and keep her in his world.


My Review:

Katya, sacrificed herself for her boyfriend by taking a fatal bullet meant for him, is cursed to be a vengeance spirit, roaming the apartment building and scaring its residents. All she seeks is revenge and once she gets her killer in her clutches, she’ll finally be at peace. That is, until she invades the dream of sexy but sad Nikolai and had the most erotic sex of her life.


Nikolai, a hard-nosed journalist, is still grieving the loss of his sister and is on a mission to make the gangster pay for his involvement. But when he accidentally cuts himself shaving and drips blood on the same spot where Katya died, Katya materializes. Nik recognizes her from the dream, only to think she’s a kooky one-night stand. But she pleads for his help and eventually he believes her story. They work together to bring down the same man but when both of their lives are put in jeopardy, will Nik let Katya do what she must to gain peace or will he protect her, even from herself?


I simply loved this story. It’s filled with everything I love in a paranormal romance: two tortured souls brought together by a common goal, an impossible romance, a big bad who turns out to be not so bad in the eyes of forgiveness and three sub-plots dealing with journalistic integrity, companies responsible for toxic chemicals dumped leading to innocent people dying of cancer.


I highly recommend this romance to anyone who loves a solid, realistic story of deception, government corruption, paranormal elements with a sweeping romance and undercurrents of forgiveness, embracing life and being yourself.


Thank you to Netgalley and Lyrical Press for the ARC in the hopes that I’d review it. I have to go read the rest of the series. Yes, it’s that good!


Favorite Quote:

“Just this once, she would be a fantasy instead of the nightmare she’d become in death.”


My Rating:  5 stars


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Amber Belldene grew up on the Florida panhandle, swimming with alligators, climbing oak trees, and diving for scallops—when she could pull herself away from a book. As a child, she hid her Nancy Drew novels inside the church bulletin and read mysteries during sermons—an irony that is not lost on her when she preaches these days.


Amber is an Episcopal Priest and student of religion. She believes stories are the best way to explore human truths. Some people think it’s strange for a minister to write romance, but it is perfectly natural to Amber, because she believes the human desire for love is at the heart of every romance novel and God made people with that desire. She writes paranormal, historical, and contemporary romance in every spare moment, and she lives with her family in San Francisco. To find out more about Amber visit amberbelldene.com or amberbelldene.com/blog. You can also find Amber online at www.facebook.com/amberbelldene and twitter.com/AmberBelldene.


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“Maia must trust someone to survive” Shadow Fall by @AudreyGreyBooks #books #scifi #YA

Shadow Fall
Audrey Grey
(Shadow Fall, #1)
Published by: Blaze Publishing
Publication date: November 22nd 2016
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult

The asteroid hurtling toward the earth will kill billions.

The Emperor and his Gold Court will be safe in their space station, watching from the stars. The Silvers will be protected underground. But the Bronzes must fight it out at the Shadow Trials for the few remaining spots left on the space station.

When an enigmatic benefactor hands Maia Graystone a spot in the Trials, she won’t just get a chance at salvation for her and her baby brother, Max: She gets to confront the mother who abandoned her in prison, the mad Emperor who murdered her father, and the Gold prince who once loved her. But it’s the dark bastard prince she’s partnered with that will make her question everything, including her own heart. With the asteroid racing closer every day, Maia must trust someone to survive.

The question is who?

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My legs wobble as I step into the now lukewarm water. I sink to the bottom. Tiny bubbles escape my nose as I watch all the ugly remnants from the last seven years leave my body.

Lungs burning, I rise and come face-to-face with Pit Boy.

I glare at him. “You really have to work on the knocking thing.”

Despite the fact that I’m indecent, his attention never falls from my face. I almost wish it would, just to give me a break from the intensity of his focus.

“I only get a few more hours to be the ‘one-eyed freak’ from the pit. Might as well take advantage.” He doesn’t dare crack a smile, so it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious.

“Don’t worry. In my heart, that’s exactly who you’ll always be.”

His words remind me that soon we’ll be reconstructed using forbidden nanotech. But it won’t just be our flesh they’ll reengineer. It will be our brains, too.

I don’t foresee my rewiring being too complicated, but Riser needs to upload almost twenty years of false memories. That will be tricky and time-consuming.

And time is the one thing we don’t have.

Riser flicks his gaze to the mirror. He lifts a hand, touches the patch of mottled flesh where his eye should be.

“How did it happen?” I ask.

“Careful, my lady.” His gaze settles on my face. “You’re beginning to sound like you care.”

I roll my eyes. “And I thought I was lacking in conversational skills.”

He focuses his attention on the graffiti sprayed across the mirror.

“It’s written language,” I blurt, even though all I want to do is end the conversation so Pit Boy can leave. His presence unnerves me more than the other Pit Leeches ever could. “It’s how we communicate.”

“I know what it is.” He examines his jagged thumbnail. “I just . . . can’t read it.”

“It’s just stuff about the Chosen. You know, insults.” The populace is finicky. As much as they love watching the Chosen with their petty intrigues and court life, they would be just as happy to see their heads on a pike.


Time to explain what you are, Everly, Nicolai’s voice grates inside my head. Riser’s eyes flutter just enough that I know he’s heard Nicolai’s voice too.

You do it, I think, watching Riser’s reaction. But his face remains emotionless; either he’s a good actor or only Nicolai can hear my response.

“The Royalist astronomers discovered the asteroid twenty-one years ago,” I begin. “It’s actually a slow moving planet called an earth-crosser, meaning its orbit and ours intersect every twenty-thousand years. Usually it’s too far away to affect us, but this time it will pass close enough to wreak havoc and make the earth uninhabitable for years.” I stir the water with my big toe. “Before I was born, the Emperor decided that creating a population of genetically superior humans would be a great idea, you know, just in case the Caskets don’t work or the asteroid does more damage than predicted.”

Riser’s hyper-focused gaze bores through me. “You’re one of them?”

“Yes.” I run my hand through the filthy water. “But my father’s a Bronze, so even though my mother comes from a Gold House, the Emperor only allowed them one Chosen instead of the customary twins. So it’s just me . . . not Max.”

“What makes being Chosen so special?”

“I don’t know . . .” I bite my lip, trying to remember everything my parents told me. “My genes are perfect, I guess.”

For some reason, talking about my body makes me remember that I am naked in a room with a boy. As if reading my mind, Riser slowly lets his gaze fall, his expression both curious and unapologetic as he takes me all in, his thoughts cryptic.

“What are you staring at?” I blurt, smashing my breasts beneath my hands. Not like there’s much there to cover. “Haven’t you seen a naked girl before?”

A smile twitches his lips. “Not one that’s genetically flawless.

“It doesn’t work that way! You can’t just look at us and tell. We look like everyone else—”

“No.” Riser shakes his head, a dark swath of hair covering his damaged eye. “You don’t. Whatever you are.”

“You must be happy . . . about our reconstruction, I mean,” I mumble, trying desperately to change the subject. “They’ll fix your eye . . . and . . . and all those horrible scars.”

I freeze as he slides off the counter, unable to look away as he hooks one finger beneath his shirt and lifts.

Scars ravage his anemic body in varying shades of red and silver and white. Some deep and pitted like the craters of a far-away planet, others smooth and neat. One particular nasty scar carves down his shoulder, tunneling across his chest and stomach. A fresh red wound nestles just below his throat.

He carefully touches the long ugly one. “I’m not ashamed for surviving.”


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Audrey Grey lives in the charming state of Oklahoma, with her husband, two little people, and four mischievous dogs. You can usually find her hiding out in her office from said little people and dogs, surrounded by books and sipping kombucha while dreaming up wondrous worlds for her characters to live in.

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I am Thankful for All of Those Who Said No to Me #gratitude #grateful #MondayBlogs


What do you do when you encounter someone saying no?

I have met a lot of people who’ve said no to me.  As a writer, I encounter a lot of no.  It’s part of the business, so they say.  Do I let it get me down?  Do I quit this whole writing gig?  NO!  It teaches me patience to keep going.

4 Things I am Thankful for Today:

-I am thankful to my second grade teacher who said I couldn’t draw a dinosaur like I did.  He taught me to fall in love with art of all mediums and to not listen to critics.

-I am thankful for all the men who broke my heart and said no to me.  That led me straight into the arms of my beloved MR N and I am eternally happy!😉

-I am thankful for all the managers/bosses who said I wasn’t good enough and would be stuck in the job for a lifetime.  They nudged me to living out my dream job of being a full-time writer.

-I am thankful to all the people who said I couldn’t do something because I was a girl/woman.  I have proven that anyone can do anything if they set their mind and heart to it!

When dealing with adversity, what are you thankful for?  Do you have a tough boss, teacher, co-worker, friend, family member or a stranger telling you no?

Don’t get mad at them for not being able to see the greatness in you.  Instead, use that as inspiration to be like Wayne Dyer and do it yourself!  Who knows what inventions you will create?