Extended 18+ Excerpt of Truck Stop Earth from @Perseid_Press #sciencefiction


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Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Science Fiction, Aliens, Black Humor

Publisher: Perseid Press

Release Date: August 1, 2016

 

Book Blurb:

The mother of all alien bases. The big one, the megabase, the center of the Alien Occupation Government, the headquarters, the brain, the nerve center, the absolute pinpoint big base, right there, right in the hills above Della. Forget Roswell. Forget Machu Picchu. Forget Stonehenge and Tikal and all those alleged alien bases, abandoned every one of them. This was the big one, right now, the source of all my troubles, the world’s troubles, the whole solar system’s troubles. Right there.

 

Out there across the valley, shining across it like a beacon, was a big flat mountain. “Oly’s Mountain” I later heard it called, or Table Top, some said. I could feel it, feel the humming and the disruption of the ether right down to my bones. I didn’t even have to take out my little pocket detector that’s disguised as a Swiss Army knife. I knew, I just knew. And my butt chip burned like an exploded capsule of sulfuric acid. God damn, right there in the mountain — not on it, in it.

 

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Extended 18+ Excerpt:

Note from Mrs. N: This excerpt contains adult language (read swearing), drug use and adult situations.

 

“New blood!” Barry exclaimed when he saw us. “New students!”

 

“New students?” I asked. I could see maybe Sarah as the perpetual college type, workin’ on the ten-year plan, only I had clearly gone beyond the university gig. “Where do you get off on that?”

 

Barry pointed to a neatly lettered banner hanging from the high ceiling. “The Cosmic Rational University of Della,” he said: “C-R-U-D. You mean you haven’t heard of Operation Train Whistle? The Della Conspiracy?”

 

I wanted to ask if that was another name for the Gray Conspiracy, only I hadn’t quite sussed out Barry and didn’t risk betraying all. “Do tell,” I said.

 

Barry grinned, and I could see him slip into a standard rap. You know that look? It’s where someone has told a story often enough to have the bones laid down, not often enough to wear it out, and frequent enough they can lay down a few new riffs.

 

“I’m out of here,” said one of the TFBs, a guy named Nick. “I’ve heard this rap before.”

 

“Me too,” said Rory, a woman with this dark brown braid going like all the way to the ground. “But you’ll love Operation Train Whistle, kids. Nice to meet you.”

 

“Likewise,” I said. “Operation Train Whistle?”

 

“Operation Train Whistle,” Barry said. “Where do I begin? OK, start with a question. How did you two find Della?”

 

“Smart-ass answer?” I asked.

 

“‘I turned right at Devil’s Pass’ has been used,” Barry said.

 

“OK. Honest answer. A mental health professional in Anchorage told me to,” I said.

 

“We get that a lot,” Barry said. “Sarah?”

 

“I saw a Zapata ad at the Student Union at my college.”

 

“That would be the HARD WORK CRUMMY WAGES GOOD SEX LOTSA DRUGS poster?” He grinned.

 

“Something like that.”

 

“Yeah, it’s some of my best work. Old, but a classic.” Barry settled back and grinned. “Freddy, Roz, how’d you get here?”

 

“Third generation Alaskan,” Freddy said. “That gonna screw up your theory?”

 

“Bear with me,” Barry said. “Roz, tell ’em how you got here.”

 

“Sisters of Providence transferred me up after I got my MSW. Then, uh, well, the order and I parted ways.”

 

“So what’s your point?” I asked.

 

“You were recruited. You didn’t just arrive here of your own free will. Someone suggested you come here. Someone planted the idea in your head, however subtle. Now, why Alaska?”

 

“You have to go to Alaska to get to Della,” Sarah said.

 

“Right. But didn’t going to Alaska lure you to Della?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“And how did the idea of Alaska get planted in your head?”

 

Sarah shrugged. “Jack London stories. Nature documentaries. Iditarod specials. Oh, and I read this novel once about blimps and nuclear pirates in the People’s Republic of Alaska.”

 

“Same here,” I said. “I mean, Alaska’s Alaska. It kinda has its own rep.”

 

“We call it a self-replicating mythos, one that regenerates its own energy. Sort of a perpetual mythmaking machine. It doesn’t need new propaganda to maintain the meme. The meme is pretty much damn near immortal. Take this big idea and let it rip.”

 

“Sure,” Sarah said. “I see that. And it sucked us in?”

 

“On its own. Operation Train Whistle, though, has agents. ‘Conductors,’ is what they’re called.”

 

“This is like its own operation?” I asked.

 

“To a point. You have this meme and then you want people to populate the myth, only the myth is more than a myth: it’s an institution.”

 

“An institution . . .” I could see Sarah begin to get skeptical.

 

“An institution,” Barry said. “A social system with its own infrastructure, its own bureaucracy, its own recruiting agency that exists for a specific social purpose. That’s an institution: churches, prisons, insane asylums, and universities. Alaska is a university.”

 

“It has a university?” Sarah looked confused.

 

“No, it is a university.” Barry raised a finger. “We’ll need some serious drugs to explicate this point.” He took out a tightly rolled doobie from one of like a zillion pockets on his vest and passed it under his nose. “Ah, Matanuska Thunder Fuck. You can’t beat 10,000 years of glacial loess.”

 

He lit the joint, inhaled on it until the end glowed like a comet, then passed it to me. As a rule I didn’t do dope on account of the effects it has on my meds, but I could see this might be necessary for the sake of intellectual discourse. I took a puff and handed it to Sarah, who inhaled that puppy like it was giving her CPR.

 

“I continue: Why did you come to Alaska?” Barry said. “I mean, why the hell would anyone come to a place fifteen-hundred miles from the nearest state, above the fiftieth parallel, in a land that’s either colder than the twat of a Plutonian ice maiden, windier than a category five hurricane, or damper than a baby’s diaper?”

 

“Because it’s someplace else,” I said.

 

“Right. And it’s not where everything else is,” Sarah added. “Like you have all this space and you can get away from all that other shit.”

 

“Bingo. Sort of a refuge.”

 

“Yeah. Sort of.”

 

“Only, not everyone needs that, and not everyone needs it for forever, but some do, and they stay for a dozen years, maybe only a few, maybe a lifetime. The thing is, no matter how you arrive, no matter how you get recruited, you are recruited. You belong here, someone else wants you here, and you can’t leave until you graduate.”

 

“You mean there’s this grand deliberateness to it? Alaska, coming to Alaska — it’s intentional?” I asked.

 

“Needed and necessary to the functioning of normal society, which” — Barry sucked on the joint as it came back to him for the third time — “Alaska for fucking sure ain’t.” He pointed at both of us. “You, Jimmo and you, Sarah, by virtue of being here, now, in this place, are here because somewhere someone has determined you should be here. You think it’s accidental. No, you are threats to human civilization, the toxic scum of normalcy, a great clot of pressure that has been allowed to escape. Operation Train Whistle has seen to it that you have been allowed to escape to here.”

 

“Only we don’t know it,” Sarah said.

 

“Now you do. Better still, the professors, the administrators, all the grunts and drones who operate the university, the CRUD, they don’t know it, either. Only those of us who have been truly enlightened understand the whole purpose.”

 

“It’s not a prison, though?”

 

“Not a prison. Not a loony bin. Not a hospital, either. None of those things. It’s a university. Think about it.”

 

I could see Barry had turned a corner here in his exegesis, had gone into new territory. Should I pull him back? Nah. I had gotten too stoned to do anything other than let him rip.

 

“Think about it! A university is the perfect utopia. You have a course laid out for you — a course of instruction, things you have to do before you can graduate. Maybe you decide you like the university, The University, and so you get an advanced degree and stay in it to teach. You might graduate but you never leave. As the great cosmic genius Fredrick Pohl put it, ‘life is one learning experience after another, and what you get for a diploma is, you die.’”

 

“But some people can leave the CRUD?” Sarah asked.

 

“All the time!” Barry smiled. “They come up here, get jobs, raise families, get careers, and maybe leave. Some are born here, like Freddy. Imagine that, right into the university, students for life! They can get out and go to real universities and maybe never come back. Others get to leave, except they always pine for Alaska so badly they either come back — and leave and come back and leave and come back — or they recruit for Alaska. That’s almost just as good.”

 

“And the whole purpose?”

 

“To keep all those people from fucking up the rest of the world. It’s kind of like Operation Wet Rubber Nipple. You know that one?”

 

I looked blankly at Sarah and shook my head.

 

“Wet Rubber Nipple was this college in the 1960s “—  — College” (and then and there he told me the name, but like I say, I forget things, which is good, because otherwise I couldn’t write about this and I’d have to be killed). “Actually, a program to recruit students in the 1960s. All these really bright, potentially dangerous radicals got lured to a small liberal arts college in Florida where they had their every demand met. Drugs? No problem? Sex? All you want. You could study anything, do anything, and the whole point was to keep those crazies from actually getting involved in campus politics where they could seriously undermine the normal functioning of American society. It only lasted until after Kent State, and then the big foundation that funded it pulled the plug. Some of those students wound up here, of course. Thing is, that was for a few years. Alaska: Alaska is for life.”

 

“But you can graduate.”

 

“Maybe. You can die,” Barry said.

 

Sarah stared at him, ran a hand through that stiff red hair, and burst out laughing, an insane, stoned laugh that grew until the very walls trembled.

 

“That’s the biggest pile of horseshit I’ve ever heard,” she said.

 

Barry smiled. “Exactly.” He looked at me.

 

I just grinned back. Got to thinking about it, and I understood. If the CRUD was real, if there really were administrators directing the thing, people who knew the actual truth about the true function of Alaska, then they also knew about the Grays, knew about the Alien Occupation Government, in fact, had to be the Alien Occupation Government, since the whole idea so neatly fit their general plan.

 

Truck Stop Alaska? Hah. Escape Valve Alaska, Campus Alaska, Camp Concentration Alaska. Thing was, it was so damn perfect — that to save the Earth you had to destroy Alaska, destroy Della and turn it into a normal, boring little town. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that.

 

I kinda like Della. Damn, there had to be a better way.

 

 

Buy Links:

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30650517-truck-stop-earth

 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01HN3JAJS

 

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/truck-stop-earth-michael-a-armstrong/1123961595?ean=9780997531008

 

 

Kobo https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/truck-stop-earth-1

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Armstrong was born in Virginia in 1956, grew up in Tampa, Florida, and moved to Anchorage, Alaska in 1979. He has lived in Homer, Alaska, since 1994. He attended the Clarion Science Fiction Writers Workshop and received a bachelor of arts from New College of Florida and a master of fine arts in creative writing from the University of Alaska Anchorage. His first novel is After the Zap. Michael’s short fiction has been published in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Science Fiction, Fiction Quarterly, and various anthologies, including Not of Woman Born, a Philip K. Dick award nominee, and several Heroes In Hell anthologies. His other novels include Agviq, The Hidden War, and Bridge Over Hell, part of the Perseid Press Heroes in Hell universe.

 

Michael has taught creative writing composition, and dog mushing. He is a reporter and photographer for the Homer News. He and his wife, Jenny Stroyeck, live in small house they built themselves on Diamond Ridge above Homer, which they share with an incredibly adorable labradoodle.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/michael.a.armstrong.writer/

Twitter https://twitter.com/maaarmstrang

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4100550.Michael_A_Armstrong

Publisher http://www.theperseidpress.com/

 

We’re on #Summer #Vacation (July 22 – August 1) … Ahhh Solitude and Solace #inspiration


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We’re big supporters of vacations and being authentic people, we’re taking a well-deserved summer vacation. Why, you may be asking? Well, for starters, we’re taking Mr. Picasso’s advice.

It’s been a very busy and successful year for us so far. We’ve worked harder than we’ve ever done before and honestly, we’re exhausted. We need some solitude (together, of course) and so we’re heading to a spa for 10 days. No devices, no technology, just Mr. N and myself along with a whirlpool in our suite and five star dining. Ahhh, we can’t wait to be pampered.

While we’re away, there will be a few guest posts and you’re free to roam through the pages of our blog.

 

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Discover the Keys to Success #inspiration #motivation #entrepreneurs


Success Science

Turn on the television and you will find several shows talking about success. Shows like Dragon’s Den are extremely popular because at the core, it’s about people aiming to be successful. They have a brilliant idea/product and they just need the money to take it to the next level.

We can learn a lot from these entrepreneurs. They discovered the keys to success and so can you.

I love this graphic because it gives us a visual of how easy success can be. Don’t get me wrong, it takes a huge amount of work and dedication! You have to believe in yourself and your idea. You have to think positively. You have to work hard.

Adopt these keys to success to your life each and every day! You will soon find success within your grasp!

MRS N

Personal Interview with Jimmo from Truck Stop Earth @Perseid_Press #darkhumor #UFO #SFF


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I’m not gonna give you all the ins and outs of old Jimmo’s life. I’ve sat in too many cracked plastic chairs before nosy-butt social workers doing that. You want deep psychological analysis of James Ignatius Malachi Obadiah Osborne’s life? Let me give you the name of my current shrink. I think Penelope has it on a thumb drive somewhere.

But in a nut shell — joke! — I’m just your average ex-vet wandering traveler who has been sucked up into a Gray mothership and been given the classic intimate biological examination. I’ve seen it all and been there, from Key West, Fla., to the ass-end of the road here in Della, Alaska. I like long walks on the beach, Norwegian aquavit, Irish wolfhounds, tough women (preferably redheads), and people who won’t give ya bullshit. Oh, and the smell of White Shoulders and AquaNet hairspray, but only because AquaNet has been proven to deter aliens. I don’t know why. You think Jimmo has all the answers?

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

You know that moment when you’ve had one too many beers and your bladder is bursting and you take a nice, long pee? Remember that little tickle of pleasure you get? That’s about as close as it comes to perfect happiness. Too strange?

OK, how about this. You take on some huge challenge, like fighting a kick-ass wildfire that’s roaring down at you and it’s just you and your crew, a few Pulaskis, and maybe a DC-3 dropping retardant. Everything else doesn’t exist. It’s just this moment and something you have to do or you die, that’s what it is. And you don’t die. You stop the fire or come out alive in a firefight or maybe kick cancer’s butt. That’s perfect happiness, because you thought you might die and you didn’t.

But also, having close and intimate sex with someone who understands you and you understand them, and you satisfy each other almost perfectly, yeah, that’s not bad, either.

 

What is your greatest fear?

When you’ve looked into the Big Black of death and come out the other end, there is no fear. But the idea that the Alien Occupation Government might eventually take over this planet, and the Grays would use us for whatever evil they have in mind, that scares me. It should scare you, too, oh dear reader, if only you knew the truth.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Highly under the influence of very effective psychoactive drugs. OK, not really. I realized long ago all I got was sexy pharmaceuticals that no one really knew how they worked, but they did. My current state of mind is bliss.

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

You should read my co-author’s account of that in Truck Stop Earth. Basically, we kicked alien butt and sent those asshole Grays screaming. We won a big battle. I’m hoping we win the war.

 

How would you like to die?

Quick and painless. Once you get past the pain and into the Big Black, there’s not much else. If I can’t die fighting, I’d be OK dying loving.

 

What is your motto?

Life is what happens when really good psychoactive drugs quit working.

 

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Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Dark Humor, Aliens, Science Fiction

Publisher: Perseid Press

Release Date: August 1, 2016 (E-book available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble now)

 

Book Blurb:

The mother of all alien bases. The big one, the megabase, the center of the Alien Occupation Government, the headquarters, the brain, the nerve center, the absolute pinpoint big base, right there, right in the hills above Della. Forget Roswell. Forget Machu Picchu. Forget Stonehenge and Tikal and all those alleged alien bases, abandoned every one of them. This was the big one, right now, the source of all my troubles, the world’s troubles, the whole solar system’s troubles. Right there.

 

Out there across the valley, shining across it like a beacon, was a big flat mountain. “Oly’s Mountain” I later heard it called, or Table Top, some said. I could feel it, feel the humming and the disruption of the ether right down to my bones. I didn’t even have to take out my little pocket detector that’s disguised as a Swiss Army knife. I knew, I just knew. And my butt chip burned like an exploded capsule of sulfuric acid. God damn, right there in the mountain — not on it, in it.

 

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Extended Excerpt:

We hauled butt up East Road and might have had to pass a few trucks at the speed Samm put the crew-cab to, except that everyone else was hauling butt, too: cops, fire trucks, volunteer firefighters. It was as if that fire were a big drain hole and we were rubber duckies getting sucked down into the tub, that’s how it pulled all of us to the fire. The smoke got thicker the closer we got, a nice stiff breeze out of the north whupping upon us, the day breeze. As we got closer, I began to think that maybe I should be going the other direction. Had no choice, though. I was in that damn truck.

We scarfed down our burgers as we trucked out there, Samm eating one-handed and driving with the other hand, a sort of frightening sight. I understood, though. It might be a while until we ate again. Soon enough we got to the logging camp. Samm didn’t even close his door or yank out the keys to the truck — in fact, he left it running. The only thing he did was turn it around so it faced out, toward the road. I understood. That was our lifeboat.

“Grace, you take Freddy and Jimmo,” Samm shouted. “Work on keeping the fire from jumping the road.”

“And if it jumps the road?” she asked.

“That won’t happen. Hold the line,” Samm said.

“Hold the line,” Grace mumbled. “Right.” She pointed at me and Freddy. “Freddy, you’ve got a red card. Jimmo, grab a chainsaw and a Pulaski and do what Freddy tells you. Come with me.” Grace had picked up a Pulaski, this ax-like thing that was also a pick, and we rushed up to the road side of that big clearing.

Someone had started up one of those feller-bunchers and slowly — it’s not like they moved all that fast anyway — moved toward a line of dead trees up the road. Thick smoke rolled downhill toward us, but in all the smoke I couldn’t see any flames. Maybe that was good, maybe that was bad, I just fucking didn’t know.

“Might as well attack that line of trees,” Grace said, pointing across the road from the camp. A standing clump of red, almost needleless trees lined the road across the way. It seemed kind of stupid, a logging camp surrounded by a dead forest. Later, Samm told me that it was a land dispute, this land owned by someone from Outside who hadn’t seen the land in twenty years and didn’t understand that the whole fucking forest had died and the trees had to come down. This was war. You did what you did to stop the fire and to hell with property rights.

The little forest narrowed down into a V as it came to the road. Grace explained that I should break up the grass and other ground flammables on either side of the V as she and Freddy felled trees. They began lopping off trees so they fell uphill, into the fire and a big slash pile. Even though the trees had died, they still had branches and witches’ brooms and shit that could catch fire. A lot of the dead trees had punky middles, which made them harder to burn. If you could fell ’em the middle wouldn’t catch fire and it would slow the burn down. Mainly, Grace explained in all the chaos, in a calm voice that made me listen closer, “Mainly we don’t want a crown fire, where the tops burn.” A crown fire was like a whole new level of shit.

With all the smoke and the heat I couldn’t tell if we fought back the fire or just wasted a lot of good burger fuel for nothing. I’d cut trenches in the dry underbrush, exposing dirt, so that if the fire burned out of the slash piles we made it wouldn’t go further. Grace said we were making a back burn, creating our own little Dresden there so that the big Tokyo of a fire wouldn’t have anything else to burn. You understand? Of course not, you assholes don’t know history. Dresden was like this quaint little city the Allies firebombed in Double-Ya-Double-Ya Two, and Tokyo another example of 20th Century martial urban renewal.

Get into the flow of something like that, where you’re not quite sure you’ll live but hope to fuck you don’t die, and after a while, time is nothing. Time doesn’t slow down, it doesn’t stop, it just no longer becomes a marker by which the universe gets measured. It isn’t when it once was. What mattered to me was the dirt I exposed, the flames that didn’t cross the road, and the fire that burned itself out.

You just fought. My uncle who was in the war said that once: You just fought. First came chaos and then an organization of chaos and then chaos became your local reality, and you understood it. It developed its own rules and everything and quit being chaos. I focused entirely on one task, one general series of movements: lift Pulaski, dig into ground, turn over dirt, lift Pulaski again, repeat as necessary.

Eventually, though, this new reality came into being, a new form of chaos which I realized with a start was the way the world had been some time ago. The smoke seemed thinner, the heat less. Between Grace and Freddy and that guy on the feller buncher (which I still thought was a rocket launcher), the forest in front of us turned into a big bonfire, controlled and orderly and consuming itself and not more forest. I saw around me that other workers scrambled with wet rugs or sheets stamping out fires from falling ashes that had fallen on the wind. Other than that, the fire had not crossed the road.

“We held the line,” Grace said, but with a tone of voice that said she didn’t believe it.

“Held the line,” Freddy said.

“Did it,” I said.

“Did it. Damn it, we did it!” Grace raised her chainsaw in triumph.

“Shoulda done it faster,” Kyle said from behind us. “It almost got away from us. It got one of the fuel trucks.”

Grace glared at him, bandana long ago fallen away, but her hair still in perfect shape, only with so much smoke and ash that it looked like a black helmet. “We held the line, Kyle.”

“I really need you to listen to me closer, Grace,” Kyle said. “I’m only offering criticism for your own good.”

“Oh, fuck —”

She didn’t get the next words out. Freddy shoved her aside and they both rolled toward me, almost knocking me down. I stepped aside and let them fall, then looked up to see why Freddy had tackled Grace. The guy with the feller buncher held a burning tree in the claws of his machine. Smoke obscured his vision and he couldn’t quite see where he was going. The machine stopped and the guy let down that log, branches still on it, the crown roaring.

We later figured out that he must have seen a tree on our side of the road that caught fire, just one tree, and in our complacency we missed it. He didn’t, though. Guy saved the day, he did, and what did it matter what happened next?

He dropped the tree. Just like I’ll always remember that shred of metal whirling at me when the Zapata cannery blew up, I’ll remember that tree falling. It came down, right on an open part of the airstrip, which was what the feller-buncher dude was aiming for, a nice open spot. All would have been well and this story might have turned out different, if not that the tree in its falling, a branch of the tree in its falling, nicked Kyle.

“I need you to step aside,” I wanted to say, but couldn’t. I’ll feel a little guilty forever after that I didn’t.

The tree came down. The branch nicked Kyle. The tip was sharp. As it fell, it knocked off his helmet, and sliced right through his left ear, your basic Van Gogh chop job. Kyle reached up with his left hand, held it to his ear, and then looked down at a glob of blood in his palm. He didn’t scream, I’ll give him credit for that, but he did look mildly uncomfortable.

When Kyle’s helmet came off, this amazing pouf of silver-blond hair sprung straight up, kind of a Disco Do, just whisping over his ears and falling boyishly over Kyle’s forehead — over his squinty little eyes. But then a spark or a little flame from the burning tree hit his hair, and kawoosh, it went up like a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol, and inside of two seconds, Kyle went totally bald, nothing more than ashes on his scalp.

He rolled forward, over and over like you got taught in grade school to put out a fire if for some chance, hey, a burning tree fell on top of you and lit your precious little Disco ’Do on fire. Kyle slapped at his head and his ears, or what was left of the left one. His right leg stuck out kinda funny, and for a moment I thought it was broken. It was broken, I swear. Kyle reached down and twisted and turned it, then stood up.

His right ear dangled by a little thread of cartilage, only it didn’t bleed. At least, I thought his right ear had been ripped off, too. Kyle turned away from us for a second, did something to the side of his head, and turned back. He did this kind of dancing jig thing, took a deep breath, and smiled.

“Kyle, man, your ear got ripped off,” Samm said. “Are you OK?”

He reached up, felt for the bloody patch, reached down to the ground and picked up something that looked like a shriveled up mushroom. Kyle smeared that thing against the stump of his left ear, then smiled.

“What ear?” he asked.

Samm looked at Kyle, over at us, back at Kyle. He started to say something, then shook his head.

“Good as new,” Grace said.

Ayup, I thought.

Except he put the ear back on backwards.

 

 

Buy Links:

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30650517-truck-stop-earth

 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01HN3JAJS

 

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/truck-stop-earth-michael-a-armstrong/1123961595?ean=9780997531008

 

Kobo https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/truck-stop-earth-1

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Armstrong was born in Virginia in 1956, grew up in Tampa, Florida, and moved to Anchorage, Alaska in 1979. He has lived in Homer, Alaska, since 1994. He attended the Clarion Science Fiction Writers Workshop and received a bachelor of arts from New College of Florida and a master of fine arts in creative writing from the University of Alaska Anchorage. His first novel is After the Zap. Michael’s short fiction has been published in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Science Fiction, Fiction Quarterly, and various anthologies, including Not of Woman Born, a Philip K. Dick award nominee, and several Heroes In Hell anthologies. His other novels include Agviq, The Hidden War, and Bridge Over Hell, part of the Perseid Press Heroes in Hell universe.

 

Michael has taught creative writing composition, and dog mushing. He is a reporter and photographer for the Homer News. He and his wife, Jenny Stroyeck, live in small house they built themselves on Diamond Ridge above Homer, which they share with an incredibly adorable labradoodle.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/michael.a.armstrong.writer/

Twitter https://twitter.com/maaarmstrang

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4100550.Michael_A_Armstrong

Publisher http://www.theperseidpress.com/

Channel Your Inner Tinkerbell and Spread Some #Kindness! #inspiration #affirmations


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Have you ever wanted to grant wishes?

Ever since I was little, I have wanted to be Tinkerbell. Yes Tinkerbell. I wanted to flutter around with my wand in hand and grant wishes. No agenda or purpose other than to help people.

I love this quote by Oscar Wilde. Let’s read it again:

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention.

Guess what?

We have the power within us to help people. All we have to do is look around and offer some kindness.

Your son/daughter needs help with homework. Spend some time with them.

A friend has just lost her/his job/loved one. Invite her/him over for a meal and encourage them.

A stranger in the grocery store is trying to reach for something. Offer your assistance with a smile.

A person is waiting to cross the street. Wave your hand for them to cross.

These are just a few small acts of kindness. They don’t seem like they make a difference but trust me, they do!

Channel your inner Tinkerbell and spread some kindness! When you do, the world around you will see your wings and your Light!

:) MRS N:)

The Age of Awakenings – The Guardian Child’s Return @FeyronTales #fantasy #YA #books


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Title: THE GUARDIAN CHILD’S RETURN: THE AGE OF AWAKENINGS – BOOK 2

Author: Diana Wicker

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

 

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Book Blurb:

The Guardians have awakened after the Time of Sleep and returned to renew the magic with the clans of Faie.  At the request of the Guardian, Lord Grypos, Keeper of Knowledge, the Master Scholar travels through the Outer Gateway with craftsmen and apprentices to coordinate the repairs of the once great oasis that houses the ancient archives of knowledge known as the Island in the Sands.

 

As the summer wanes and the oasis begins to return to its former glory, the Guardian calls the Master Scholar to the meditation room in the wee hours of the night to discuss a journey.  In the fire an image flickers of the red desert sands speeding past, a land of grey beyond the desert, and a cavern of twilight behind an obsidian wall.  “Arwyn and Shyamal are to go there for me to seek out that which was once mine.”

 

What starts as a seemingly simple journey becomes an adventure with life threatening consequences as the two are unexpectedly joined by their friends on a journey far from home beyond the Realms of Light into a realm that few within the clans of Faie knew could even be reached.

 

Excerpt:

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Buy it now:

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Author Biography:

Diana is an indie author living in the balmy climate of the US south with her family, two dogs, one cat, and a cantankerous rabbit.  She enjoys reading, sewing (clothing, costuming, and experimental toy-making), being “studio mom” for her children’s dance school, and RPG games.  (She grew up with the old school paper/pencil style of gaming, but has transitioned happily to the highly interactive world of video games.)  And, as if she had more time to spare, she has recently invested in Asian ball jointed dolls to customize into characters from Feyron.

 

The idea for Feyron started with a map, a place for her daughter to tell stories and live out storytelling role-playing adventures with her friends.  The lore grew around the map, for every world needs lore if you are going to “live” there.  The idea for a series, Tales from Feyron, grew out of the lore, for if you’re going to invent a world, you may as well play there too.  The stories are continuing to grow through the various historical ages of Feyron and have just started to ripple outwards to the Worlds Beyond touched by magic.  Legacy of Mist and Shadow is the first tale to venture to one of those worlds and has been awarded the BRAG Medallion by Indie BRAG.

 

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A Fearful Madness by Julius Falconer + @readandsoar #books #mystery #bookpromo


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Title: A Fearful Madness

Author: Julius Falconer

Genre: Fiction/ Detective Murder Mystery

Publisher: Pneuma Springs Publishing

 

 

Book Blurb:

If you think that religion, sex, the aristocracy and mystery might make a good crime novel, TRY THIS ONE!

A police investigation into the violent death of a part-time cathedral verger stalls for lack of incriminating evidence. However, three people have a close interest in clearing the matter up where the police have failed: the dead man’s sister, anxious to see justice done, and two of the police suspects, both released without charge but keen to clear their names.

Striking out on their own, each approaches the murder from a different perspective: book-trafficking on the black market; revenge by an extremist religious organisation for the dead man’s betrayal of them; and retaliation in a case of blackmail. The police continue to maintain that the murder was committed out of sexual anger, even though they have no proof apart from the circumstances of the verger’s death.

Eventually DI Moat and his assistant DS Stockwell, from the North Yorkshire Force, take a hand. Moat pays his predecessors in the investigation, both professional and amateur, the compliment of taking their findings seriously – but comes up with an idea of his own.

 

Excerpt:

‘Right, Max,’ Alex Carter began when all were seated. ‘This is the story. And you’re to tell no one, not even yourself: it’s a deadly secret.’ The boy’s eyes widened. ‘First of all, Alex Carter isn’t my real name, and Lorna and I aren’t really married. We’re under cover.’

‘What, like in the movies?’

‘Well, yes, I suppose so, but this is for real. Two years ago, I was wrongly accused of a crime, and my name’s never been cleared. I had to leave where I lived because I couldn’t bear all the suspicion. Because the real murderer – ’

‘Murderer?’

‘Yes, I was accused of murder. As I say, because the real murderer wasn’t found – and still hasn’t been – people still suspect me, and I can tell you life was impossible. I lost my friends – the few I had – gave up my job and moved away. It was so bad, I ended up in a psychiatric ward – you know, a mental hospital, loony-bin, whatever you want to call it.’

‘What, you did?’

‘Yes, I did. Well, while there I was seen by a really fantastic psychiatrist who recommended me to consult a woman called Mrs Tukes, who specialised in childhood traumas – you know, people who’d suffered as children and couldn’t get their lives on track. This Mrs Tukes was a wizard. She turned me right round, from a shy, awkward bloke with few friends and few interests to the self-confident, dynamic and fully rounded individual you see before you today – ahem. Mrs Tukes encouraged me to talk to her about how I’d suffered as a child and what I felt about things – everything, really. She was really patient, as she must have been bored stiff listening to all my ramblings. I told her the story of the murder as well, and she was very sympathetic. She helped me see that, although the police had apparently given up, there was no need for me to. I had to keep asserting my innocence to myself and defying the world to do its worst.’

‘So who are you, Mrs Carter: are you Mrs Tukes?’

‘No, Max, my name’s Rita, and I’m Alex’ cousin. Because I’m widowed, I’m free to join Alex in his hunt for James Thwaites’ killer.’

‘And what’s your real name, Mr Carter?’

‘You mustn’t tell anyone, Max: Jonas; but nobody’s to know that.’ The boy stared at the two adults, but whether in incomprehension, admiration or sheer wonder was not apparent.

‘So why are we watching the Becketts, Mr Carter?’ Max asked, gulping down whatever emotion had seized him.

‘Well, it’s like this. After the murder, I was in some state, I can tell you, largely for other reasons, but the way the police treated me was awful, just awful, and I couldn’t get myself together. I spent eight months in custody – you know, in prison – while the police tried to get evidence against me, and if it hadn’t been for a clever lawyer, I might still be …

 

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Author Biography:

Julius Falconer completed six enjoyable years of university studies abroad before working as a translator back in the UK. Thinking that he could earn more as a teacher, to fund his lavish life-style, he took a PGCE at Leeds University and duly turned to teaching. He slaved away at the chalk-face for twenty-six long years in both Cornwall and Scotland before retiring to grow cabbages in Yorkshire, where he still lives. His wife of thirty-three years died in 2000. He has one daughter, married. In 2008, looking to fill his new-found leisure profitably, he started to write detective novels and is still happily scribbling away eighteen books later. He is a member of the Crime Writers’ Association. Go to www.juliusfalconer.com  for further exciting details.

 

 

Touched is a Brand New #ParanormalRomance by @abbeymacmunn #MFRWAuthor


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Title: TOUCHED

Author: Abbey MacMunn

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

 

Blurb:          

When inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.

 

Jaded immortal Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is until they meet.

 

Chemistry sizzles between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid’s curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals, Joseph included.

 

But the fated lovers discover her curse is the least of their concerns when a friend’s deadly betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.

 

 

Excerpt:

He might have just saved her life, but pinned to the freezing concrete by some wannabe hero was not her idea of fun. Cami Wilson shoved the unyielding wall of his chest, fighting not only him but the rising panic. ‘Get the hell off me!’

 

The guy remained on top of her, using his large frame to protect her from the chunks of smouldering metal hurtling to the ground around her. Icy air met with fiery heat and smoke infused the atmosphere like the fifth of November, but there were no sparkling fireworks to admire, only the flaming inferno, which seconds earlier had been her car.

 

Maybe if she hadn’t been so intrigued by the antique brooch she held in her hand or distracted by the weird, periodic buzzing emitting from it, she might have seen him coming at her in full, rugby tackle mode.

 

He lifted a little, easing the crushing pressure on her ribs, but remained inches from her face. Glacier-blue eyes met hers, captivating and intense. ‘Are you hurt?’

 

His gravelly voice did something tingly to her insides. She went to speak, but no words came. Nothing came to mind. Not the explosion. Not the contents of her shopping trolley strewn all over Morrisons’ car park. Not the fact she could have been killed. Somehow, none of it registered.

 

She gawped back at him like a doe-eyed teenager, taking in the angular sweep of a jawline peppered with dark stubble, and well-defined lips that parted invitingly as he drew in his breath.

 

His gaze lingered on her mouth in a breath-taking moment right out of one of those soppy rom-coms she liked to watch.

 

Forget burning cars and curious brooches… hel-lo, future husband.

 

Somewhere to her left, an engine revved loudly, and he turned his head towards the sound. Overlong, tousled hair tickled her cheek, and she got a faint whiff of citrus shampoo.

Hmm, lovely…

 

A second later, his attention returned to her. His grave expression burned with an urgency that brought her down from the clouds. ‘Dammit! I asked if you were hurt.’

 

‘No, I…’

 

In a move so swift it wasn’t humanly possible, he leapt to his feet and hauled her up beside him. The brooch slipped from her gloved hand and landed on the ground.

 

The man cursed under his breath and stooped to retrieve it. With an exasperated look, he waved it in front of her as though she were a baby dropping her dummy for the hundredth time. ‘You need to take more care of this. Don’t you know how important it is?’

 

Sudden indignation flared. Cami snatched the jewel from his grasp and slipped it back into her coat pocket. Okay, the guy rocked the sexy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look, but his patronising attitude set her teeth on edge. What right did he have to tell her what to do? And what on Earth did he know about a weird, vibrating brooch she’d been given by her adoptive mother, the only clue she had to her past?

 

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Author Biography:

Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.

 

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The More Truthful You Are, the More Empowering the Result #inspiration #affirmation #truth


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Are you truthful?

Would it surprise you to know that the more truthful you are, the stronger you become?

I used to believe that in order to get along with others, I had to be careful of how truthful I was. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or make them feel bad. Let me tell you, it was mentally exhausting. I retreated back inside myself, like a turtle. It wasn’t until I started being truthful with myself and then with others did I start to feel strength.

Now, I must tell you, I don’t mean being truthful entitles you to be cruel and to bully others. Real truth is being honest and voicing your opinion. Here’s an example:

A writer friend of mine asked me to read over her book and give my honest opinion. Before agreeing, I made it clear I will look it over but I will not lie. If I think it is crap, I will have to be honest. She respected my integrity and I read her story. This was my reply to her:

I really liked the premise of the story. There were a few consistency issues but I made some notes for you. I think if you made a few changes, it will be a shoe-in.

See what I did there? I encouraged her while still being honest.

I love this quote by Alanis and the idea of being truthful and vulnerable leads to empowerment. What a novel thought. You don’t think of truth as being powerful but it is. The more truthful you are, the more authentic you are.:)

Together, let’s be Truth Seekers!

Have you ever struggled with truthfulness? Share below, as I’d love to hear about your experience!

MRS N

Legacy of Mist and Shadow by @FeyronTales is a #YA #Fantasy Gem! #bookreview #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Legacy of Mist and Shadow

Author: Diana L. Wicker

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Old relics and have stories of their own. Sometimes they contain adventures waiting to be sparked and journeys bursting to begin.

 

The Box of Melodies was left with Clan Caris by Lady Oyisha, daughter of the mists, for care and keeping.  A series of visions revealing the last desperate moments of a forgotten clan – the loss of their gateway to Feyron and the escape of a lone traveler holding the box – spurs a handful of adventuresome youth on a trek through the Lesser Forest where they inadvertently cause a ripple through the mists with unintended consequences.

 

A few of the youth find themselves on an unexpected journey to a World Beyond, lost in mist and shadow, where misunderstanding and suspicion lead to danger and darkness.  Forgotten histories are discovered, clan secrets are revealed, and old alliances are remembered as the families of the lost seek to discover where the youth have been drawn by the memories within the Mists of Time.

 

 

My Review:

In the third and final book in the Feyron Tales series, there is a lot going on, many characters to keep track of (kind of like Return of the King by Tolkein) and much more is at stake. When we last left Feyron, The Box of Melodies is held in Feyron instead of by Lady Oyisha. A stark vision leads a group of youths on a journey of discoveries and truths long forgotten. The group go back and forth through time, unearthing both light and dark, not knowing if they can even make it back to Feyron. Will the Mists of Time let them return to share what they’ve learned or will they become the latest Forgotten Ones?

 

 

Honestly, I loved this book more than the previous two. Sure, it was a darker adventure with so much conflict and a ton of characters to keep track of (and I got lost a few times) but when I was finished with the story, I smiled to myself and was completely satisfied. What a fantastic way to end the series!

 

 

I won’t go into great detail as I don’t want to give much away (it’s more fun for the reader to be surprised) but this was a wonderful fantasy adventure. I loved seeing the characters of Feyron I’ve grown attached to mature and age. Wicker blends the present day with the Storyteller and the past beautifully, so much so that I hardly noticed when the present day child asked a question. Filled with adventure, magic, darkness, light, conflict and so much more, Legacy of Mist and Shadow is the epitome of great young adult fantasy. There’s strong life lessons here but Wicker masquerades it under the guise of magical realism. Well done!

 

 

It’s no wonder this is an award-winning book! It’s a must-read for anyone who loves epic fantasy like Lord of the Rings, Wrinkle in Time and even Chronicles of Narnia.

 

 

Favorite Character:

Storyteller. When I read the first book, I didn’t care for the Storyteller. I found her parts distracting and it took me out of the story. But this is the third book in the series and I grew to love her. She’s a wise woman and she holds a special place in my heart. The best thing that I love about her is her patience with the kids who interrupt her. She waits for them to ask questions and then steers them back to the story.

 

 

Favorite Quote:

Inside her head his soft voice drifted, “Be not afraid. I not let you go.”

 

 

My Rating: 4.5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Diana is an indie author living in the balmy climate of the US south with her family, two dogs, and a cantankerous rabbit.  She enjoys reading, sewing (clothing, costuming, and experimental toy-making), being “studio mom” for her children’s dance school, and RPG games.  (She grew up with the old school paper/pencil style of gaming, but has transitioned happily to the highly interactive world of video games.)  And, as if she had more time to spare, she has recently invested in Asian ball jointed dolls to customize into characters from Feyron.

 

The idea for Feyron started with a map, a place for her daughter to tell stories and live out storytelling role-playing adventures with her friends.  The lore grew around the map, for every world needs lore if you are going to “live” there.  The idea for a series, Tales from Feyron, grew out of the lore, for if you’re going to invent a world, you may as well play there too.  The stories are continuing to grow through the various historical ages of Feyron and have just started to ripple outwards to the Worlds Beyond touched by magic.  Legacy of Mist and Shadow is the first tale to venture to one of those worlds and has been awarded the BRAG Medallion by Indie BRAG.  http://www.bragmedallion.com/about

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs N

Knight of Runes by @RuthACasie #BookReview! #romance #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Knight of Runes

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Romance, Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance, Time Travel

Publisher: Carina Press

 

Book Blurb:

When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he’s intrigued.

 

Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she’s travelled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what’s killing Arik’s land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.

 

As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik’s household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.

 

My Review:

I’m a romantic, through and through, and Knight of Runes is the epitome of Medieval Time-Travel Romance: a man tormented by his past mistakes, a woman flung into the past trying to find her way back, an antagonist bent on coming between the two lovers and history brought alive by a talented storyteller.

Rebeka is in the present day and she discovers she’s inherited a vast estate in England. It’s a good thing she’s a historian and a scholar because the previous owner wants her to continue researching the vast history of the manor. She goes on a tour and before she knows what’s happened, she’s transported back in time.

 

Lord Arik discovers Rebeka wandering his lands and at once, his suspicions are aroused. Is she a spy for the king or someone else? Is she the one responsible for what’s happening to his lands? He tries to keep her at arms length but there’s something about her he can’t put his finger on. He’s drawn to her and his desire runs rampant, pushing away his logic.

 

Rebeka doesn’t tell anyone she’s from the future; she’s afraid of the consequences if she does. So, she tells Lord Arik she’s a scribe sent from London but she knows Arik isn’t fooled. The more she’s around him, the stronger her feelings grow. Can she trust him with the truth or will he deem her a traitor?

 

Truthfully, I read the sequel to this book last year so I already knew the outcome. But that didn’t detract from my enjoyment of this book. In fact, it allowed me to just let go and immerse myself in the world Casie has created. Filled with historically accurate characters, setting and druid lore, Knight of Runes is wonderful. I loved that Arik and Rebeka argued over ideas and concepts, much to chagrin of Lord Arik. Rebeka made him think and in Medieval times, women would never think to second-guess men, especially Lords.

 

The romance in Knight of Runes is sweeping and swoon-worthy. When Lord Arik realizes his mistake and sees Rebeka for who she is, he swoops in to save her. His desperation to save her melted my heart and made me yearn for my own knight (Mr. N).

 

If you’re a romance lover, this is a must-read. Casie has a true talent for storytelling (especially romance) and she’s quickly becoming my favorite author!

 

Favorite Character:

Rebeka. I loved everything about her, from her ability to blend in to her feistiness, and when I read the last page, I wanted more. She’s a warrior with internal strength she doesn’t even know she has and I secretly want a walking stick like hers. She’s proof-positive that there’s a perfectly-matched mate for each of us. She also proves that if you’re yourself and don’t compromise, men will be drawn to you.

 

Favorite Quote:

“His breath caught and his heartbeat quickened as a rapturous surge raced through his body. Something eternal and familiar, with a sense of longing, unsettled him. In the next heartbeat, she tore her eyes away, leaving him empty.”

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is an author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance.

 

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Email:  mailto:ruth@ruthacasie.com

 

Personal Blog:  http://www.ruthacasie.blogspot.com

 

Google+ https://plus.google.com/+RuthSeitelman

 

Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/RuthACasie

 

Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/RuthACasie

 

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LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/ruth-seitelman/6/6b7/964

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

What Would You Do If You Had No Fear? #MondayBlogs #fearless #inspiration


Have no fear

Is fear holding you back from achieving your dreams?

I used to be afraid of failure. I wouldn’t try new things or go after what I wanted most because I was afraid.

What changed?

I almost died. I was out drinking with this guy and got into a bad car accident. He was driving and wrapped his truck around a light pole.

It was a wake-up call for me. I changed my life from that point on, determined to not waste my life.

What’s holding you back?

Take a moment today and write down ten things you would do in your life if you had absolutely no fear. Think hard and do some soul-searching. Then pick one of them and do it.

I am working on my list right now. Want to know what #1 is?

Share in the comments below what’s one of the ten things on your list. Then check back this afternoon and I will post my #1 in the comments section.:)

Be fearless! Show the world you have no fear!

MRS N

Storm Warning by @LiviaQuinn Gets 5,000,000 stars! #bookreview #romanticsuspense #IARTG


 

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Title: Storm Warning: Thunder Point Book 1

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

You’ve killed him, Bad Brenna taunted. Brenna looked down the steps at the man lying motionless in the tropical downpour. I told you that silly phobia would get you in trouble if you didn’t get a grip.

Brenna knew she was right, knew it was exactly why Bad Brenna existed, to help her cope with the trauma that had turned her into a scared rabbit whenever lightning was in the forecast. But her anxiety over the approaching storm had been magnified by yet another premonition. Typically, it meant someone was about to die.

Had she been the means, this time, of fulfilling her own prophecy? As usual there were no clear answers. She needed to start trusting her sixth sense if she was ever going to get rid of Bad Brenna.

But for now, she had an unconscious burglar on her hands…

 

My Review:

I’m a huge fan of Romantic Suspense and when I discovered Livia Quinn wrote this book right after Katrina, I had to read it!

 

From the time Brenna was young, she’s had premonitions. Her best friend, Declan, calls it a gift but for Brenna, it’s a nightmare. On the night of the biggest storm she can recall, Brenna has a bad feeling. She can’t figure out what it means, only that someone’s life is in danger. Gripped with terror, she knocks out an unsuspecting stranger trying to get into her house.

 

The Handsome Stranger (or HS for short) is knocked unconscious (thanks to Brenna) and he reminds Brenna of James Bond, especially when she discovers a gun in his wet clothes. Brenna knows she has to care for him until the storm passes or his blood will be forever on her hands. When he wakes up in a hospital three days later, he has amnesia and doesn’t remember a thing. Wait a sec, he does remember one name: Brenna.

 

Thus begins a romantic suspense filled with twists and turns. The more Brenna is around him, the harder she’s falling for him. He keeps her at arms length (while devouring her with his eyes) until his memory comes back. There’s a connection between them that neither can explain and when the truth is revealed and his memory returns, will their love grow stronger or be split in two?

 

Storm Warning is one of the best books I’ve read this year and if I had the chance I’d give it 5,000,000 stars. Yes, it’s that good! I spent most the book trying to figure out who the James Bond look-a-like is and what he’s doing in the middle of the storm. Suspenseful, swoon-worthy romance and Brenna’s best friend (Declan) is sensational comic relief. I will never look at Southern Comfort the same, thanks to Quinn. Run, don’t walk to your favorite retailer and purchase this right now!

 

Favorite Character:

Brenna. I found a kindred spirit in Brenna and not just because we have an unnatural fear of storms. She’s the kind of character most women can relate to, either they know someone like her or are her to a certain extent. Brenna has a deep-seated fear of lightning and with just cause. Yet, she battles her fear to rescue a complete stranger. No matter what life throws her way (and there’s plenty thanks to Livia), she manages to make it through. She’s such an amazing woman and I loved reading her story.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Author Biography:

A DC native, Livia Quinn moved to the wilds of stormy Louisiana, and with a lifelong fascination (read that: phobia) of lightning, it was only natural that it would play a big part in her world. Her paranormal books take place on the west end of Storm Lake and contemporaries to the east. But that doesn’t mean there’s no magic. What would life be like without a little magic?

 

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WetWork, Ep 2 @CadenceDenton is #RomanticSuspense Kicked Up A Few Notches #IARTG


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Title: WetWork, Episode 2

Series: WetWork, Dark Man Case Files

Author: Cadence Denton

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 2 is a gritty, action-packed romantic serial (25k). Filled with pulsing passion and heart pounding intrigue, it is the second episode in this hot, new series by author, Cadence Denton. Each installment ends in a cliff-hanger.

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.

 

Excerpt:

The mansion squat on the shore of Indian Creek Island like a well-fed whore, its lights a sparkling diadem in the south Florida night.

A movie executive who’d ruled Hollywood back in the eighties built Casa Torres, more a castle than a house. The mansion was presently owned by one Enrico Motosierra Torres, the head of an up-and-coming Mexican drug cartel. He’d received the nickname, Motosierra, from his penchant for using a chainsaw to cut body parts off competitors, disobedient workers… anyone and everyone who pissed him off.

Mexican drug lords were notorious for their violence and Moto’s goal was to be the most sadistic of them all. “Respect is good,” he was fond of saying, “but to be feared… that is best.”

Two Bentleys, several Rolls-Royce Phantoms, a few Jaguars, and even a Ferrari was lined up in the long, cobblestone drive waiting for parking attendants to tuck them safely away. King Palm trees, rising like majestic pillars into the tropical night, were carefully scattered over the manicured grounds while a large circular fountain shot a full dozen jets of water into the night air. The liquid torrent was drowned out by high energy dance music spilling out of the mansion. Even here in Miami where excess was the norm, Moto’s parties were legendary.

Like pilgrims traveling to Mecca, guests lined the stairs, waiting to enter the mansion. A man and a woman climbed from the black Ferrari and mounted the stairs leading to the entrance, which was impressive with its huge double doors made from exotic jungle woods, leaded glass and wrought iron.

He was a Viking of a man, standing six feet six inches and rigged out in all black. His midnight hair flowed artlessly about his shoulders and a touch of kohl lined his eyes, emphasizing their steel gray color. His lean face, with its trademark three-day beard, was striking. A thin white scar running from temple to jaw gave him an air of danger guaranteeing second and third looks from both women and men.

The man placed a wide palm on the small of his companion’s back—a pretty young woman whose athletic figure was perfectly displayed in a royal blue short jumpsuit with six-inch silver knee-length gladiator sandals circling shapely calves.

Together they reached the top of the stairs and played follow-the-leader behind the other guests until they stood at the doorway where a three-man security detail waited.

Guard Number One frisked the guests, taking his time with the women to inspect inside their bodices and between their legs while Guard Number Two wielded a hand held metal detector. Guard Number Three stood a short distance away, holding an automatic rifle at the ready.

When it was the couple’s turn, Guard Two carefully waved the metal detector over the man while Mr. Grab Happy went to work on the pretty redhead. The big man growled a protest and moved closer when Guard One slid his hands inside her shorts.

“Stand down, esse,” Guard Three commanded, snapping his rifle up and shoving the barrel into the big man’s chest.

“Hands off, esse,” the big man countered and in a sudden move, snatched the rifle and pointed it at the trio. “I said hands off.” The men glared at each other for a tense moment.

“It’s okay,” the woman said, tugging on the big man’s arm. “Jesus, I need a drink. Can’t we just go inside? Does everything have to be so difficult?”

The guard who’d held the rifle laughed, said something in Spanish and the other two joined him. Grinning, the big man shrugged and handed him back the weapon.

“You’re clean. Go in,” Guard Three said, waving them on with the rifle.

The woman threaded her fingers through her date’s and tugged him past the entrance onto a floor made of glossy white Italian marble.  A giant chandelier, with a thousand glittering crystal pendalogues, dominated the great room.

 

What part of do not engage don’t you understand, Dark Man? The handler snarled in the hunter’s headset.

“I was just staying in character, base,” DM murmured, his hand at the small of Elle’s back. “Moto’s crew would be suspicious if I didn’t challenge them.” Which was true, but even if it wasn’t, he’d be damned if he’d stand by and watch the son of a bitch hand rape Elle.

“I think he deserves a Golden Globe,” she added, tossing a grateful glance over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the shiny stone. They paused at the balcony and looked out on the massive room beneath them.

Sweeping twin staircases followed the curved walls leading down to a ground level great room a full acre in size. Priceless artwork covered the walls broken up by curtained alcoves scattered throughout the room. A club sized dance floor, teaming with people, was in the center of the room complete with DJ booth and a laser light show shooting sparkles across the walls. The bass heavy electronic music made the balustrade DM’s hand rested on throb in time to the beat. Further back, the great room’s glass rear walls had been retracted. Opening onto the tropical night, both music and dancers spilled outside to the Olympic sized pool. The rear of the estate ended at the gulf. DM noted several luxury yachts parked at Moto’s dock. He also noticed most of the guests milling about the pool were naked.

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.

 

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Author Biography:

I’m an odd mixture of one-part dreamer, one-part realist, and two parts stubborn–which can be a positive thing if you’re a writer. Not content to write in just one genre, I write dark paranormal romance, time travel, light science fiction, romantic comedy, and gritty romantic thrillers. Told you I was stubborn (that and a little crazy!). Besides, doing the same thing day after day can become boring and we can do with a little less boring, right?

 

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Bottled by Carol Riggs is a #YA Must-Read @Artzicarol #BookPromo + #Giveaway


 

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Bottled
by Carol Riggs
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: July 7th 2016
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Summary from Goodreads:

At seventeen, Adeelah Naji is transformed into a genie and imprisoned in a bottle. For a thousand years, she fulfills the wishes of greedy masters—building their palaces, lining their pockets with gold, and granting them every earthly pleasure. All that sustains her is the hope of finding Karim, the boy she fell in love with as a human. When at last she finds a note from her beloved, she confirms he has access to the elixir of life and that he still searches for her.

But someone else also hunts her. Faruq—the man who plots to use her powers to murder and seize the life forces of others—is just one step behind her. With the help of a kind master named Nathan, Adeelah continues to search for Karim while trying to evade Faruq. To complicate matters, she begins to experience growing fatigue and pain after conjuring, and finds herself struggling against an undeniable attraction to Nathan.

As Faruq closes in, Adeelah must decide just how much she’ll risk to protect Nathan and be with Karim forever. How much power does she really have to change her future, and what is she willing to sacrifice for an eternity of love? If she makes the wrong choice, the deaths of many will be on her hands.

 

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Interview with Carol Riggs  

 

  1. What’s your writing ritual like? Where do you work, and do you listen to music?

I work really well at home in my “office” on my desktop computer; I don’t even own a laptop. Music can be inspirational before I write, but when I do the actual writing, I like quiet (or the patter of rain outside), because music throws off the rhythm of my words and sentences. I can concentrate better without any distractions. For my schedule, I get through my email, Facebook, and Twitter, and I’m ready to work. On a typical day I write about 700-1500 words, putting in 4-6 hours. I treat it as my job.

 

  1. How long does it usually take you to complete a novel?

For the rough draft, about 3-4 months. Depending on what’s going on in my “real” life, up to 6 months. Then comes the important part: letting it set for a while, doing a complete read-through, and sending it off to my critique partners to shred. Then I revise according to their feedback. The rewriting timeline varies, of course, depending on what other projects I have going on.

 

  1. What are you working on now?

BOTTLED is my second novel to be released, after my debut, THE BODY INSITTUTE. I have a third book releasing in October, a YA sci-fi called SAFE ZONE. The one I’m currently writing is a YA fantasy, a retelling of a French fairy tale. I’ve always wanted to do a retelling, so it’s exciting to be finally doing it. It has ogres in it and I’m half done. I can’t tell you any more, or I’d have to de-materialize you…

 

  1. What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Well, that’s not very often! but I love the beach, and I’m lucky to be less than 1.5 hours away from the Oregon coast. I have a college degree in art, but I haven’t done much drawing or painting or quilting or even fabric art the past few years. I used to do pencil portraits, but found it wasn’t creative enough; I felt too much like a camera since my style was realistic (representational). I like to walk rather than jog. I love listening to music, watching dance of any kind, and attending writing conferences.

 

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“Someone’s coming,” I hasten to say. “If you don’t act soon, my bottle and my services will be snatched from you.”

 

Alarm spikes across Bello’s face. He clutches my bottle in a death grip. “Take me to Kenya, genie. Quick!”

 

I skip the pleasantries of an “as you wish.” With the sound of someone’s fist pounding on the door, we swirl from the room in a massive flash of wind and dissolving particles. I probe his mind and acquire the location. It’s there in the forefront of his memory: a remote area near the place he grew up, thick with pungent cedar and podo trees. We begin to merge back into normal dimensional space. Fear lingers on my tongue as a bitter metallic aftertaste. Is it the African’s fright, or mine? As the transfer comes to an end, I whisk back into my bottle.

 

It’s always better to stay out of sight after a location change.

 

Air rushes into my lungs as I regain form. I lean against my cushions, head down, hands trembling against my knees. That was too close. Much too close.

 

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About the Author

Carol Riggs is an author of fiction for young adults (and adults!) who lives in the beautiful green state of Oregon, USA. Her debut novel, The Body Institute, released Sept 2015 from Entangled Teen, exploring body image and identity. Her fantasy YA, Bottled, will release from Clean Reads on July 7, 2016, and her sci-fi YA, Safe Zone, will release from Entangled Teen in October 2016. She enjoys reading, drawing and painting, writing conferences, walking with her husband, and enjoying music and dance of all kinds. You will usually find her in her writing cave, surrounded by her dragon collection and the characters in her head.

 

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Truck Stop Earth New #Excerpt + Jim Morris #BookReview @Perseid_Press #books #UFO


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Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Aliens, UFO

Publisher: Perseid Press

Release Date: August 1, 2016

 

Book Blurb:

The mother of all alien bases. The big one, the megabase, the center of the Alien Occupation Government, the headquarters, the brain, the nerve center, the absolute pinpoint big base, right there, right in the hills above Della. Forget Roswell. Forget Machu Picchu. Forget Stonehenge and Tikal and all those alleged alien bases, abandoned every one of them. This was the big one, right now, the source of all my troubles, the world’s troubles, the whole solar system’s troubles. Right there.

 

Out there across the valley, shining across it like a beacon, was a big flat mountain. “Oly’s Mountain” I later heard it called, or Table Top, some said. I could feel it, feel the humming and the disruption of the ether right down to my bones. I didn’t even have to take out my little pocket detector that’s disguised as a Swiss Army knife. I knew, I just knew. And my butt chip burned like an exploded capsule of sulfuric acid. God damn, right there in the mountain — not on it, in it.

 

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Excerpt:

The guy was really skinny, now that I looked at him, with long arms and long legs, only a short little torso. His arm seemed to bend where arms usually didn’t bend, high up toward the shoulder, so his lower arms flopped around like eels. He had a pointed chin covered with a thick red beard, only the hair sticking out of his floppy black pile beret was coal black streaked with gray.  Either the hair covered his ears or he didn’t have ears. He had long narrow feet and wore purple tennis shoes. I walked lightly on the sand, my usual stealth walk that an old Indian had taught me, but even then, at five yards the guy swiveled his face around to look at me. The way he moved his head, and that he could turn his head 135 degrees, clinched it for me.

 

Yup, he was a Gray all right.

 

OK, plus my butt chip seared like a hot poker. I can spot aliens easily, or spot people who look like aliens easily. The thing is, after nearly 500 years of occupation, people look more and more like the aliens, or maybe the aliens look more and more like us. It’s not that we interbreed or anything — that would be like a platypus breeding with a duck — but that over time the aliens have corrupted our body memes and we’ve corrupted theirs.

 

“Rat Hole’s closed to camping,” he said to me as I came up to him.

 

“Got a chit,” I said. I showed him the little piece of stamped metal.

 

“‘Kay.” He had that little click some of the aliens have, not quite a lisp, just a click. “I’m Tom. I run the Rat Hole.”

 

“Name?” Tom asked me. I gave him my cover name, and that’s all he cared about. No address or city or any of that shit. Maybe Tom knew I’d lie or maybe it didn’t matter to him. He handed me a flimsy, a sheet of paper his tablet spat out.

 

I took the flimsy and saw that Tom even used the alien font they like so much, the funny one that makes all our Roman letters slanted backwards, and puts serifs on some letters and not on others. That really pissed me off. You’d think that an alien occupation government that had secretly controlled the world for half a millennium would at least be coy. Assholes.

 

“Read it,” Tom said, “Them’s the rules. Break any rule and you’re out on your butt. Understand?”

 

I nodded. The only rule that really mattered was “Don’t get caught.”

 

“Say it.”

 

I squinted at that. That meant he was recording and didn’t want to waste the storage space on recording a nod. “I understand.”

 

“Cool.” He pointed his finger at me in that stupid little cocked gun gesture. Shit, I really hate that. Aliens are like pit bulls gnawing on a good bone: once they find something they like, they stick with it. Tom waved at the camping area, logs and stuff around it and maybe a few spots left. “Camp anywhere inside the logs and don’t rip up any vegetation.”

 

“Cool,” I said, and pointed my finger back at him, same gesture. I even put a little click at the end. He turned his head at that, smiled that pointy-toothed grin the long Grays have, and walked away.

 

So, I thought. Already a day in Della and I’d found my first alien.

 

I couldn’t wait to toast the fucker.

 

Amazon Review:

“The most important thing to know about this book is that it’s fun. It is, in fact the most fun I’ve had reading a book in a long time. Other books have perhaps explored more profound emotions but if you want to spend a few hours alternating between a grin, a rolling chuckle, and laughing out loud you probably won’t do better with anything contemporary.

 

What we have here is the memoir of a screaming nutjob, as told to author Michael A. Armstrong. The nutjob in question, James Ignatius Malachi Obediah Osborn is a multiple alien abductee, fierce fighter in the Resistance movement against the Alien Occupying Government. He can spot ‘em among the general population, because he knows their disguise tricks. Or maybe he’s just nuts, hard to say.

 

That’s where a lot of the tension in the story comes from. Some of what he believes is pretty convincing. Some of it just seems loony tunes.

 

After a scary encounter with the grays in Florida Jimmo heads for Alaska where the adventure continues. Aside from maybe being nuts Jimmo is a pretty competent fellow who can find work and do it well, fighting fires while fending off alien attacks.

 

He purports to be a spec ops veteran of Desert Storm, although while others were defeating Saddam he was further out in the desert, hunting grays with Delta Force. Thing is, he still talks the talk right. The guy has definitely been somewhere and done something.

 

Another thing this books does well is present the society of adventurous spirits who have absconded to Alaska as the last frontier where you can get a decent latte. A more brave and gaudy collection of tatted, pierced and bizarrely coifed expats can hardly be imagined. And, to paraphrase Ronnie Hawkins, Jimmo gets more trim than Frank Sinatra.

 

Warning: if you have a problem with people who unabashedly talk nasty, well, maybe you should read Jane Austen instead.” – Jim Morris, Vine Voice

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Armstrong was born in Virginia in 1956, grew up in Tampa, Florida, and moved to Anchorage, Alaska in 1979. He has lived in Homer, Alaska, since 1994. He attended the Clarion Science Fiction Writers Workshop and received a bachelor of arts from New College of Florida and a master of fine arts in creative writing from the University of Alaska Anchorage. His first novel is After the Zap. Michael’s short fiction has been published in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Science Fiction, Fiction Quarterly, and various anthologies, including Not of Woman Born, a Philip K. Dick award nominee, and several Heroes In Hell anthologies. His other novels include Agviq, The Hidden War, and Bridge Over Hell, part of the Perseid Press Heroes in Hell universe.

 

Michael has taught creative writing composition, and dog mushing. He is a reporter and photographer for the Homer News. He and his wife, Jenny Stroyeck, live in small house they built themselves on Diamond Ridge above Homer, which they share with an incredibly adorable labradoodle.

 

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Publisher http://www.theperseidpress.com/

Top 10 #Medieval #HistoricalRomance Novels to Read #FridayReads #books


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Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round Up. It’s the middle of summer and during this time of year, I yearn to read novels that take me back into the past. Lately, I’ve been enjoying Medieval Historical Romances. It started with Jude Deveraux on Canada Day and I’ve worked my way through quite a few more as it’s almost time for my vacation. Why do I love this particular genre? I’m not sure but I think it has something to do with virile knights and the ladies who love them. Anyway, here are my must-read recommendations if you love the genre as much as I do:

 

Knight of Runes by Ruth A. Casie

England, 1605

 

When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he’s intrigued.

 

Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she’s travelled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what’s killing Arik’s land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.

 

As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik’s household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.

 

The Conquest by Jude Deveraux

Lovely Zared Peregrine was the pride of her family, a treasure her rough-hewn brothers would strive at any cost to protect from their ancient enemies, the Howards. The Peregrines had suffered loss enough. Thus Zared’s brothers trained her in the arts of war, and dressed her in boy’s clothing. Beyond the castle walls, none knew that the youngest Peregrine was a girl….

 

Yet when the magnificent Knight Tearle Howard returned from a lengthy sojourn in France, it took him but one glance to discover that Zared was most definitely female, and beautiful. Now, as the enmity between their families raged on, Tearle would mount a bold campaign to win the ravishing spitfire’s heart — and save her from his brother’s dark and deadly obsession!

 

Lord Grayson’s Bride (Highland Regency Brides Book 1) by Tarah Scott

She can’t allow his love for her to destroy him…

 

When Nicholas Spencer, Earl of Grayson, returns to claim the woman he loves, Lady Josephine Knightly isn’t willing to forgive him for abandoning her six years ago. But neither can she resist the man he’s become.

 

Two days after Josephine signs the marriage contract she discovers a nasty secret that will destroy her family. The only way to protect them—to protect the only man she’s ever loved—is to disappear…or die.

 

Nicholas won’t make the same mistake twice and let Josephine Knightly go. She loves him. He felt it in their one kiss before he left, and in the single kiss she allowed since his return. But she’s doing everything in her power to sabotage the marriage even before it’s begun. Nicholas doesn’t care. If Hell is where he must live to have her, then she must stand by his side in the fire.

 

 

His Stolen Bride (Stolen Brides Series Book 0) by Shelly Thacker

She’s kidnapped on the morning of her royal wedding–by her groom’s most dangerous enemy.

 

Treachery leads battle-hardened Highland lord Darach of Glenshiel to abduct an innocent: wealthy Lady Laurien d’Amboise, betrothed to the knave who betrayed Darach and his men. Stealing the delicate beauty from the steps of Chartres Cathedral on her wedding day, he vows to keep her safe–and untouched–for she is a hostage to be bartered for the freedom of his beloved Scotland.

 

But soon he discovers that his lovely captive has unexpected strength, fire–and plans of her own. From a besieged French castle to the untamed Scottish Highlands, Darach and Laurien are swept up in wild adventure, dangerous secrets… and forbidden love that puts their honor and their lives at risk.

 

An RWA Golden Heart Award Finalist: Best Historical Romance of the Year

 

“Fast-paced action, a very likeable heroine, and a story that keeps you enthralled from page one.” -Rendezvous

 

“A compelling, memorable romance. HIS STOLEN BRIDE joins the ranks of the finest medieval captive/captor stories along with those by Elizabeth Stuart and Johanna Lindsey. 4 1/2 stars (highest rating).” -RT Book Reviews

 

A full-length novel of 100,000 words

Adult content: steamy love scenes

An earlier edition of this novel was originally published by Avon Books under the title Falcon on the Wind

 

This extensively revised Author’s Preferred Edition ebook includes new scenes never before published. Also includes a link to exclusive, multi-media bonus content: “The Making of His Stolen Bride: The Story Behind the Story.”

 

Must Love Kilts: A Time Travel Romance (Must Love Series Book 3) by Angela Quarles

The Jacobite Rebellion–not the best time to get drunk, hook up with a guy, and lose your sister.

 

A drunken bet…

 

When computer game designer Traci Campbell gets too close and personal with a bottle of Glenfiddich while vacationing in Scotland, she whisks her kilt-obsessed sister back to 1689 to prove hot guys in kilts are a myth. Hello, hundred bucks! But all bets are off when she meets Iain, the charming playboy in a to-die-for kilt.

 

Wrong place, wrong time, wrong name…

 

Iain MacCowan regularly falls in love at the drop of his kilt. The mysterious red-haired lass with the odd accent is no different. But when his new love is discovered to be a Campbell, the most distrusted name in the Highlands, his dalliance endangers his clan’s rebellion against King William.

 

It’s all hijinks in the Highlands until your sister disappears…

 

Traci thinks men are only good for one thing–thank you, Iain!–but when she awakens once again in Ye Olde Scotland and her sister is gone, she must depend on the last person she wants to spend more time with. He wants to win a heart, she wants to keep hers, but can these two realize they’re meant for each other before the Jacobite rebellion pulls them apart?

 

White Lion’s Lady (Warrior Trilogy Book 1) by Lara Adrian

The Warrior Trilogy: Book 1

 

She was promised to another, but her heart belonged to him alone . . .

 

Abducted on the way to her wedding, heiress Isabel de Lamere is unaware that the scoundrel planning to use her for his own gain is the cherished champion of her childhood: Griffin, the White Lion. Yet even as she discovers his treachery, Isabel cannot deny that Griffin lingers in her dreams, awakening the passion in her steadfast heart.

 

Then a twist of fate puts a price on both their heads, embroiling them in a life-and-death chase that will force Griffin to choose between his own freedom and his fierce desire for the woman who would redeem his noble spirit. But to reclaim his lost honor, the White Lion could lose Isabel forever. . . .

 

The Warrior Trilogy reading order:

White Lion’s Lady

Black Lion’s Bride

Lady of Valor

 

(Complete trilogy also available in a 3-in-1 ebook boxed collection.)

 

LADY AT ARMS: A Medieval Romance by Tamara Leigh

LADY AT ARMS: A “clean read” rewrite of the bestselling WARRIOR BRIDE, published by Bantam Books, 1994

 

HE WAS THE VILEST OF MEN

 

Lizanne Balmaine has spent years honing her skills at arms, determined she will never again be at the mercy of any man. When she comes face to face with the one who stole her future, she seizes the opportunity to exact revenge. Soon he is her prisoner, at her mercy. But something is different about him, something that makes her question her purpose. Is it possible a man can be so changed? More, can she right the wrong that could lay ruin to her family?

 

SHE WAS A QUESTION NEVER BEFORE ASKED OF HIM

 

Ranulf Wardieu does not seek a bride, nor a settling of scores when his mission for the king places him in the path of a beguiling, raven-haired maiden. But fascination turns to fury when she imprisons him. Accused of wrongdoing, the nature of which she refuses to reveal, he discovers the lady is as skilled at wielding a sword as she is at verbal sparring. When he bests her at her game and his jailer becomes his captive, he is determined to learn what wrong he has done her. However, as they engage in a battle of wits and wills and he glimpses her woman’s heart, he discovers Lizanne is a question never before asked of him—one his own jaded heart refuses to answer.

 

The Beautiful Pretender (A Medieval Fairy Tale Book 2) by Melanie Dickerson

After inheriting his title from his brother, the margrave has two weeks to find a noble bride. What will happen when he learns he has fallen for a lovely servant girl in disguise?

 

 

 

The Margrave of Thornbeck has to find a bride, fast. He invites ten noble born ladies who meet the king’s approval to be his guests at Thornbeck Castle for two weeks, a time to test these ladies and reveal their true character.

 

 

Avelina has only two instructions: keep her true identity a secret and make sure the margrave doesn’t select her as his bride. Since the latter seems unlikely, she concentrates on not getting caught. No one must know she is merely a maidservant, sent by the Earl of Plimmwald to stand in for his daughter, Dorothea.

 

 

Despite Avelina’s best attempts at diverting attention from herself, the margrave has taken notice. And try as she might, she can’t deny her own growing feelings. But something else is afoot in the castle. Something sinister that could have far worse—far deadlier—consequences.

 

 

Conquered (Thrice Blessed Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne

This book was previously published under the pen name Morganna Mayfair.

 

Christiana and her two sisters, women of power in medieval Europe, are left alone to defend their family’s home when Duke William of Normandy invades England in 1066. When they are unable to fend off the invading army, the leader of their enemies claims Christiana was promised to him as his wife, along with her home and her family’s lands. Betrothed to another, she fights him, but finds herself married quickly.

 

Roland joined William of Normandy for the potential to become a land owner. A second son, he knows the only way he will ever own anything is by joining forces with the powerful ruler. He’s told there are three sister witches defending their home and the oldest is his promised bride. Both Christiana and Roland are used to being in charge. Will the sisters be able to fight off the coming evil to fulfill their destiny? Is it possible for two headstrong people from different cultures to find a way to live as husband and wife?

 

Lady of the Eternal Hearth by Sandi Murtland

In the spirit of the Mists of Avalon, Lady of the Eternal Hearth presents the epic love story and courageous adventures of Nora, a healer with power far beyond human abilities, and Gawaine of Lothian, King Arthur’s captain of field and most loyal knight.

 

Set in 6th century post-Roman Britain and Scotland, Nora’s tale begins with the disappearance of her beloved kinsman, Gildas, archdruid of Britain and apprentice to the famed Merlyn. Her quest to find him leads her to legendary Camelot where she meets Gawaine. But, secrets of her sordid past with King Arthur’s bastard son and apparent heir, Mordred, and his mad mother, Morgaine, loom over her shoulder. She desperately tries to conceal her identity by working in the kitchens of Camelot and befriending head cook and would-be spy, Lorelei.

 

However, the undeniable attraction between Nora and Gawaine turns to love, and he vows to help her find her kinsman. As their search for Gildas unfolds across the hills and moors of southern Britain, they discover a conspiracy to usurp King Arthur’s throne and a vengeful curse that’s destroying the lands. Meanwhile, Nora learns of her powerful past life, an uncontrollable dark side to her Goddess-given gifts, and her place in a sacred order of the Goddess amongst the Priestesses of Elemental Power. This legacy includes the Lady of the Lake, who has control over water, as well as other lady priestesses who possess power over fire, air, and earth.

 

As the pieces fall into place, will Nora and Gawaine find Gildas? Can they and their allies save ancient Britain from the curse, the conspirators, and especially the ruthless and maniacal Mordred? Is Nora strong enough to control her unbelievable power and claim her legacy? Does she even want to?

 

Lady of the Eternal Hearth stretches across genres. Historical figures mixed with those of Arthurian legend and a host of new characters give this novel a truly historical/fantasy/Arthurian romance vibe.

 

Author’s Note: This novel contains content that may be inappropriate for individuals under age 18.

 

 

Have any medieval historical romance book(s) to recommend? Share in the comments below.

 

Happy Reading!

 

MRS N, Book Addict

Take My Hand… Let’s Give Peace a Chance #inspiration #Nice #Peace


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When I was little I was a dreamer. Every night I would dream what life would be like when I was an adult. I’d imagine myself in a variety of jobs and circumstances. The world was open to me and my dreams were endless.

As an adult, I see the world as it is but also what it could be. Inside me, there is still the little girl who dreams of a better world.

What are your dreams?

Have you stashed them away for the cold reality of this world?

In order to change the world, we have to start by dreaming what we want the world to become. 

Peace is a term that is thrown around a lot these days. There’s so much war and violence it’s hard to imagine peace, especially after what happened yesterday in Nice, France. John Lennon imagined a world of peace and we can too!

You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us and the world will live as one.

Take my hand and together we’ll dream of a peaceful world! Someday the world will live as one.

MRS N

If You Were Me and Lived in… Colonial America by @CarolePRoman #bookreview #kidlit #IARTG


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Title: If You Were Me and Lived in… Colonial America (An Introduction to Civilizations Throughout Time) (Volume 4)

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Sarah Wright (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, US History

 

Book Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman and travel through time to visit the most interesting civilizations throughout history in the first four books of her new series. Learn what kind of food you might eat in Ancient Greece, the clothes you wore in 15th century Renaissance Italy, what your name could be in Elizabethan England, and what Colonial American children did for fun. If You Were Me and Lived in… does for history what her other award-winning series did for culture. So get on-board this time-travel machine and discover the world through the eyes of a young person just like you.

 

My Review:

Carole P. Roman is back for her 4th book in the Civilizations Throughout Time series and this time she’s tackling Colonial America. She shows children how English settlers (Puritans) left England for the New World and the hardships they endured. A creative look at Colonial American History that lets a child embrace their roots and be grateful to those brave men and women who established a brand new country.

 

The viewpoint of the Puritans was an interesting choice but it allowed Roman to share the heritage of New England, which I enjoyed. Roman doesn’t water down how difficult life was back then and that only adds authenticity to this book.

 

My favorite part was the illustrations. They described without words what Roman was explaining yet they weren’t scary. Very expressive.

 

There’s a lot of historical information here and it flows well. There are clear breaks to allow for discussion and this would make an excellent addition to any school’s curriculum.

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Colonial-America-Introduction-Civilizations-Throughout/dp/1523234075

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30096742-if-you-were-me-and-lived-in-colonial-america

 

Author Biography:

Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2012 for her first book, award winning author Carole P. Roman started writing as a dare from one of her sons. Using an imaginary game she played with her grandson as a base, Captain No Beard was born.”Captain No Beard- An Imaginary Tale of a Pirate’s Life” has not only been named to Kirkus Best of 2012, it received the Star of Exceptional Merit, and won the Pinnacle Award for 2012. “Pepper Parrot’s Problem with Patience” Book 2 in the series, received 5 Stars from The ForeWord Review The Clarion Review. Strangers on the High Seas has won second place in the Rebecca’s Reads Choice Awards 2013. It has followed with six more books to the series. This year, Captain No Beard and the Aurora Borealis was named to Kirkus Best 2015. The entire cultural non-fiction series If You Were Me and Lived in… was named Best Series by Shelf Unbound. She has begun work on two new series that will be released in early 2016.

 

Motivated by her love of yoga, Roman has written a book that not only teaches four poses, but shows how easy and accessible yoga can be.

 

 

Her new non fiction series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…” combines her teaching past with her love of exploration and interest in the world around us. The debut book in the series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…Mexico” has won the Pinnacle Award for Best in Children’s Non Fiction 2012. France, South Korea, and Norway. Rebecca’s Reads has given If You Were Me and Lived in…Norway an honorable mention in the 2013 Choice Awards. If You Were Me and lived in …France won second place. ForeWord Review has nominated If You Were Me and Lived in…France for best in children’s non fiction literature 2013. They will be followed with Kenya, Turkey, India, and Australia. She plans to do Portugal, Greece, and Argentina next year.

 

 

Writing for children has opened up a whole second act for her. While she is still working in her family business, this has enabled her to share her sense of humor as well as love for history and culture with the audience she adores. Roman lives on Long Island with her husband and near her children.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/CarolePRomanAwardWinningAuthorAndBooks  

 

Twitter https://twitter.com/caroleproman  

 

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

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

A Reckless Promise by Kasey Michaels and @HarlequinBooks #bookreview #FridayReads


A Reckless Proposal

 

Title: A Reckless Promise

Author: Kasey Michaels and Jodi Thomas

Genre: Historical Romance

Publisher: Harlequin Books

Release Date: August 1, 2016

 

Book Blurb:

London’s Little Season has never been so scandalous.

 

It’s the kind of vow often made on the battlefield. Darby Travers, Viscount Nailbourne, never imagines he’ll have to honor it. Yet here she is on his doorstep—his late comrade’s young daughter, and Darby’s new ward. Worse, she comes with the most overprotective, mistrustful, bothersome chaperone—the child’s aunt, Sadie Grace Boxer. Darby is quite sure that behind her lovely facade, the woman is guarding a secret.

 

Sadie Grace faced many trials working in her brother’s surgery, but none prepared her for the world she’s thrust into with his passing. Navigating the ton, with its endless ball gowns and parade of parties, is difficult enough, but hiding the truth about her niece while the sophisticated viscount watches her every move proves nearly impossible—particularly when his searing gaze tempts her to bare all. But when her family’s past catches up with her, she’ll have to trust in Darby…no matter the cost to her heart.

 

My Review:

This was my first Kasey Michaels book (I know, I know, I’ve been hiding under a rock somewhere) and I started reading with an open mind. It’s an understatement to say I love her writing style. I was sucked in from the first sentence and was so disappointed when it ended. I wanted to read more about Darcy and Sadie.

 

A Reckless Promise starts in the middle of the Napoleonic War and one of the young men, Darcy, is injured (lost his eye). A doctor is sewing him up and asks Darcy for a favor. Considering the fact that Doc just saved his life, Darcy promises to look after his daughter. It’s a Reckless Promise indeed and thus begins this sweeping romance.

 

Darcy is in fact a Viscount and when his new ward appears on his doorstep a few years later with a very beautiful “aunt”, Darcy is cautious, as is the lovely Sadie. Can Sadie be hiding a deep, dark secret? Can he break through her icy exterior to discover the fiery women underneath or will she succeed in keeping him at arms length?

 

I’m a huge fan of this time period and Michaels paints an accurate portrayal of not only aristocratic society but of what can happen to a child who loses both her parents. It’s a touching story of how bachelor Darcy takes in a precocious child (along with her alluring aunt) and he creates a home for her. His friends are quick to fall in love with Darcy’s young ward and in the end, she just may save the life of a frightened aging Duke.

 

Filled with a slow-burning romance, hysterical antics by London’s high society, witty dialogue and a beautiful setting, A Reckless Promise delivers an epic romance. Perfect for a beach read or escaping from the kids for a few hours. Kasey Michaels is a talented storyteller and I  now have to go out and buy everything she’s ever written!

 

Many thanks to Harlequin Books and Netgalley for giving me a complimentary copy in exchange for a review.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

AMAZON / KINDLE
AMAZON UK
B&N / NOOK
iBOOKS
HARLEQUIN
KOBO
GOOGLE PLAY

 

Author Biography:

The hallmarks of New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Kasey Michaels’ writing are humor, romance and happy endings. The importance of upbeat, entertaining fiction was brought home to Kasey when her eldest son became very ill. During the long months while he was in the hospital after his kidneys failed, she noticed that the nurses who cared for the sick children and the mothers who spent long hours at their bedsides often had a romance novel in their back pockets. She began carrying her own romances to the hospital in a small suitcase, reading and then sharing and trading them with the other moms.

 

“We were living in a world too real in that hospital,” Kasey says today. “We all functioned at the highest level—there was no choice but to function, to persevere—and we all occasionally escaped that world into the hope and happy endings of romance novels.”

 

Kasey had actually written her first book just before her son’s illness. She penned her second book during those long months in the hospital, and it became The Tenacious Miss Tamerlane.

 

Since then, Kasey has gone on to write about 100 more books, and to receive a trio of coveted Starred Reviews from Publishers Weekly. The third was for her first HQN title, The Butler Did It, which was also a 2005 nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s (RWA) highest award, the RITA® Award and Publishers Weekly’s Quills Award. She is already a recipient of the RITA Award, a Waldenbooks and BookRak Bestseller Award, and many awards from Romantic Times magazine, including a Career Achievement Award for her Regency-era historical romances.

 

Kasey has also appeared on the Today Show, and was the subject of the Lifetime Cable-TV show A Better Way, in conjunction with Good Housekeeping magazine, a program devoted to women and how they have achieved career success in the midst of motherhood (short version: “with great difficulty”).

 

Kasey has written Regency romances, Regency historicals, category books including novellas and continuities and a few series “launch” books, and single-title contemporaries. Hers is also the twisted mind behind her ongoing Maggie Kelly mystery series that stars a former romance writer turned historical mystery writer. She is also the author of the highly praised nonfiction book, written as Kathryn Seidick, Or You Can Let Him Go, which details the story of Kasey and her family during the time of her eldest son’s first kidney transplant.

 

Kasey and her husband of more than 40 years live in Pennsylvania with their two neurotic Persians, Princess and Peaches. They are proud parents of four and grandparents of two. Each summer the entire family volunteers to help out with the golf tournament her grown son founded to benefit the Gift of Life Donor Program of Philadelphia. Monies raised contribute to the costs of transporting the youngest members of Team Philadelphia to the annual Transplant Olympics.

 

Social Media Links:

Website www.kaseymichaels.com

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/AuthorKaseyMichaels?ref=ts

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Are You Hiding in Your Shell or Taking Risks? #inspiration #motivation #risks


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When was the last time you took a risk?

I used to be afraid of taking risks and being brave. I was like a turtle and hid in my shell. It was a safe existence but oh so lonely.

Getting tired of feeling lonely, I decided to chuck my shell and step out into the world. I dipped my toe into the great ocean of experience. I was scared out of my wits but I did it!

Be brave and take risks. You won’t regret it and it will bring new perspective to your life! Not only that, you may even like it!😉

Are you ready to take a risk today? What is it? Share below and we can cheer you on!:)

MRS N, Risk-Taker and Lover of Life

Rising Tides by @katyhaye Blog Tour + #EntertoWin a Cool Prize Pack #YA @YABoundToursPR


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Rising Tides

by Katy Haye

Genre: YA Post-Apocalyptic

Release Date: June 20th 2016

 

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Summary from Goodreads:

 

The truth won’t stay submerged forever.

City is the last civilised place left on a drowned Earth, a floating town built from metal and plastic from the Time Before. It’s the only home doctor’s daughter Libby Marchmont has ever known or wanted – until her father helps the wrong patient and she’s forced to flee.

Cosimo came to City for one reason. Then he should have vanished back to his people on the Wastes. But what about his promise to Libby’s father?

Stranded in the middle of the sea, can the two enemies learn to trust each other? And can they survive long enough to uncover the truth: City isn’t the safe haven Libby always believed it to be …

 

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Rising Tides Building the Wastes rubbish

 

Let’s Eat a 100-year-old Parsnip: Inspiration for the World of Rising Tides

 

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2004/dec/02/1

 

The original idea for Rising Tides was triggered a piece about Scott’s Hut in the Antarctic, which has been left for a century as he and his fellow explorers last used it. The link above tells you about Alan Gibbs who visited the hut and spotted a dried parsnip which had fallen out of a rusted tin, reconstituted itself in a puddle of chilly water and transpired to be perfectly edible – nearly 100 years after it had first been grown. There was another piece (I’ve lost the reference, unfortunately) about another explorer who brought back a tin of rhubarb left in Scott’s Hut and baked a perfectly edible pie from it.

 

The idea that food grown and prepared now could still be edible a century or more into the future set my imaginative cogs whirring – how would humans manage after a total collapse of the eco-system when this food was the only thing left: how might they agree to share (or not?).

 

I freely admit I’ve taken liberties – a large part of the durability of these foods must be due to the sub-zero temperatures they were also kept in. In the flooded world of City, however, nautilus men need to dive in order to salvage these tinned foods, which frigid water would make difficult to impossible. So I’ve used artistic licence to allow the tinned food to remain in tact, whether or not that would actually be the scientific case. Some foods would undoubtedly last better than others (acidic food such as tomatoes probably wouldn’t be a good choice after 100 years since they’d have reacted with the metal tins), so I have allowed that to be reflected in the choices my characters make – when they have a choice of what to eat.

 

 

Here’s a scene from the book where Cosimo dives in order to find food for himself and Libby:

 

The lurch of the boat was my only warning before Cosimo clambered back on board. There was a clatter as he tipped his finds onto the deck. Half a dozen tins covered in grey slime. “Breakfast, your Highness.” My hunger vanished. He leaned back over the side of the boat, washing the tins in the sea.

 

*

 

My stomach rumbled and I ventured to the cabin to see what delicacies he’d found.

 

Cosimo had chosen sweetcorn. The other open tins held pineapple, mashed peas and minced meat. I wished, as I did most times I set to cook a meal, that it was possible to know what was within the tins before we opened them. I guessed the Old Ones hadn’t imagined their labels might need to be waterproof.

 

The pineapple would taste of nothing more than the tin it had been encased in, so I took the minced meat from the ledge inside the cabin, found a fork and returned to the deck. I sat at the back of the boat, close enough to him to watch what he did with the boat’s controls without being so close he might get presumptuous ideas.

 

 

 

You can get a copy of Rising Tides in paperback or for your Kindle (to buy, or with Kindle Unlimited) using this link: http://authl.it/B01FHXD8HG?d

 

About the Author

Katy Haye spends most of her time in imaginary worlds – her own or someone else’s. She has a fearsome green tea habit, a partiality for dark chocolate brazils and a fascination with the science of storytelling.

 

 

Author Links:

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Don’t Stop When You’re Tired… #inspiration #motivation #exercise


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Are you tired?

I’m tired. This week is the longest one on record and everything seems to take longer. I know I know, I’m burned out and in need of a vacation. The thing is, I’m feeling spent and even the simplest of tasks saps my energy.

When I’m at my weakest, my Light shines brighter. I’m relying on my inner strength and I keep going. It’s times like this that life teaches me valuable lessons.

Don’t stop when you’re tired; stop when you’re done.

No matter how tired you are, keep going! The best is yet to come. In fact, a rest stop is just around the corner.:)

MRS N

His Revenge by John W. Howell @HowellWave #thriller #ASMSG #RRBC


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Title: His Revenge

Author: John W. Howell

Genre: Thriller

 

Blurb:

The second John J Cannon story continues John’s wish to bring the terrorist Matt Jacobs to justice. In the first book, My GRL, John was able to thwart the plot to destroy the Annapolis midshipmen on their summer cruise. Of course, terrorists being what they are not content with just one try to embarrass America. In His Revenge, Matt Jacobs takes his hatred for America and John Cannon to another level.

 

The action moves from a barrier Island off the coast of Texas to Washington DC, then to Northern California, and finally to Ecuador. John is on the receiving end of an offer he cannot, refuse. His avowed enemy Matt Jacobs now wants John to help him shake the reputation of the US in the world political arena. If John refuses, Matt plans to murder innocent Americans including John’s current relationship. John’s only way out is to pretend to go along with the plan and hope for a miracle.

 

John can only use his wits to stay ahead of his enemies plans.

 

 

Excerpt:

The water rushes over my head. I’m sinking and don’t know why. With my breath held, I have trouble stopping the air from escaping since the pressure drives the air up and out. I try to keep my mouth closed, but the water pressure pushes the air out more and more. Will I pass out? In the distance, the light is dim. To rise to the surface in time might not be possible─ I need to breathe right now. Toward ending the pain in my chest, my rambling mind rationalizes taking a deep breath—even knowing it will end my life. In conflict with the irrational thought of ending it, my body won’t let me suck in the water, as it fights to retain the little bit of oxygen left to fuel my brain.

 

The despair is nearly overwhelming, and my mind considers other ways to battle the feeling. What more could I have done with my life? The pressure becomes more intense, and I’m about to lose it all, and I decide I’ve lived the way I wanted and have no regrets. I close my eyes and hear only the roar of the sea. I’m so tired. Exhausted. Sleep will fix everything, and I want to give in.

 

Buy Link:

http://www.amazon.com/John-W.-Howell/e/B00HMRWO6C/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1401973977&sr=1-2-ent

 

Photo by Tim Burdick

 

Author Biography:

John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes fictional short stories and novels as well as his blog Fiction Favorites.

 

John lives on a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife and spoiled rescue pets.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241

Twitter – https://www.twitter.com/HowellWave

Authors db – http://www.authorsdb.com/authors-directory/6604-john-w-howell

LinkedIn – http://www.linkedin.com/pub/john-w-howell/48/b59/462/

Google + https://plus.google.com/+JohnHowellAuthor/

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/johnwhowell/

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Amazon Author’s page – https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell