Are You Pursuing Your Dreams or Just Dreaming? #inspiration #motivation #affirmations

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Are you pursuing your dreams or just dreaming?

When I was young and single, I made a list of everything I wanted to accomplish before I die. It was my own bucket list (before it became popular) and I promised myself I would make it happen. Here are a few items on the list:

Marry the man I’m meant to be with

Become a published author

Never settle 

Help others less fortunate

Once I had written down my dreams, I started to plan how I was going to accomplish them. I wasn’t going to be like other people I knew wishing and hoping for my dreams to come true. I was going to make it happen!

Life is short, too short to be passive and wait for something to happen. Clutch your dreams to your chest and go after them! No regrets!

I’d rather look back on my life and say, “I can’t believe I did that” instead of saying “I wish I did that”.

Are you living the life you’ve dreamt of? What goals/dreams have you pursued? Please share below.:)


Tell Me a Secret by @TalkinTwang + #EntertoWin a $10 Amazon GC #NA #romance

Tell Me A Secret


Title: Tell Me a Secret

Author: Ann Everett

Genre: New Adult Romance (18+, steamy scenes)


Book Blurb:

Jace Sloan has it all. He’s smoking hot, a college football star with a storybook family, and he’s never met a woman he couldn’t charm. He’s also never met one who makes him want to be a better man…until he meets Maggie. Now, this self-proclaimed geek with wild red hair and the greenest eyes he’s ever seen has him thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts. Like settling down and being a one-woman man.

Maggie Fielding is anything but Jace’s type. For starters, her IQ is bigger than her chest size. But Jace is panty melting hot, and she’s having a hard time remembering that he’s bad news. If only she could stop telling him her secrets, because her answers to his questions just might have both of them falling in love for the first time.



The next morning, he woke early and looked at his bed partner, her face, now relaxed in deep sleep. Sliding out of bed, he eased to the bookshelves and ran his finger over the contents.

“What are you doing?”

He replaced the item and turned to face her. Still sleepy-eyed, her hair was a tangled mess. She raked fingers through it, then adjusted her shirt. He liked the way she looked in the early light streaming through the window. “Did you collect all this?”

She sat up. “Yeah, weird right?”

He smirked. “Not at all. Every girl I know collects rocks and birds’ nests.”

“You think the collection is weird? Check this out.” She joined him, opened a drawer and produced a notebook. Inside, the shape of each rock was traced onto a page with the location, date and a summary.

He thumbed through the pages, stopped at random and tried to match a rock to the drawing.  “This is like a puzzle.”

She pointed to the page number, then chose a stone and turned it over in her palm.

“You see the number written here on the back? It corresponds with the page number in the book.”

He flipped through it. “Go to page thirty-four.”

She fanned the pages and stopped.

He laid a pebble within the outline and read.

We’ve had a particularly dry spring which has allowed me to explore the creek bed behind Rose’s house. Today, I found this rock in the shape of a heart. Since it’s July fourth. It signifies the heart of our country.


 He bent with laughter.

She jerked the notebook from his hands and swatted him. “Stop! I was ten-years-old.”

He tried to straighten. “I’m sorry, but this is funny. Really now, don’t you think it’s funny? You were cataloging rocks and writing deep, insightful shit about them.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t find anything funny in your room from your childhood?”

He struggled to get control of himself. “No.”

“Oh, excuse me, I forgot. Your room is probably filled with tons of trophies from every sport you ever played. Mr. Superstar, Mr. Super Handsome, Mr. Super Jock.”

“You think I’m super handsome?”

She swatted him again, jerked the drawer open, and put the book inside.  “Oh, hush.”

He stopped laughing and got serious. “I’ve been thinking about your dad. What if he

doesn’t know about you? What if your mom never told him? That would explain why there was no contact.”

“Not possible.”

“Why not?”

“Believe me. My mom was not the kind of woman to keep that news a secret. She would have used it to her advantage. No, whoever he is—he knows. He probably paid her off. That’s what she would have wanted.”

“Even if he gave her money, he’d still be curious. Any man would. Right?” Jace took her hand in his and she didn’t pull away. He liked the way it felt. Soft and warm.  “You should try to find him. And I’ll help you.”



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Award winning and Amazon Best-Selling author, Ann Everett embraces her small town upbringing and thinks Texans are some of the funniest people on earth. When speaking at conferences and to writing groups, businesses, book clubs, and non-profit organizations, she incorporates her special brand of wit, making her programs on marketing, self-publishing, and the benefits of laughter, informative and fun.

Her short stories have appeared in The Green Silk Journal, Snag Today, and Story Teller Magazine.

A member of Northeast Texas Writers’ Organization and a top reviewer on, she lives on a small lake in Northeast Texas where she writes, bakes, and fights her addiction to Diet Dr. Peppers.

She’s been featured on:

Proud of East Texas with Joan Hallmark, KLTV-TV, Tyler, Texas

East Texas Live and Mid-day, KETK-TV, Tyler, Texas

KTSS-TV, Hope, Arkansas

The Authors Show with Don McCauley, Internet radio show

The Chandler & Brownsboro Statesman, Chandler, Texas

The Daily Tribune, Mt. Pleasant, Texas

Tyler Morning Telegraph, Tyler, Texas

InMagazine, East Texas


Ten things you won’t know about Ann by reading her bio:

She’s been married to the same man since dirt.

She loves shopping at thrift stores.

She doesn’t remember her first kiss.

She hates talking on the telephone.

A really sharp pencil makes her happy.

She secretly wants to get a tattoo.

A charter member of National Honor Society in high school remains one of her proudest moments.

She’s thankful wrinkles aren’t painful.

She sucks at math.


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The Defenders by @authrannjacobs #romance #giveaway #MFRWAuthor



Title:  The Defenders (Courthouse Connections 2)

Author:  Ann Jacobs

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Blurb:

The Defenders, men who believe, as is provided for in the United States Constitution, that all those accused of crimes are entitled to competent defense in a court of law . . .

Tony Landry, born in poverty and driven by his family history, has achieved amazing success as a defense counselor through no one’s efforts but his own. Newly made a partner in the prestigious Winston-Roe firm, he fully believes that truths come not in black and white but in shades of gray. He clashes with Kristine Granger, a young prosecutor from a background of wealth and privilege, who is fully convinced that there are no shades of right and wrong. Despite the fierce attraction neither can deny, Tony must make the argument of his life to win Kristine’s heart—IN HIS OWN DEFENSE.

Gray Syzmanski, one of Tampa’s elite, grandson of the founding partner of Winston-Roe, chose the DEA instead of a position with the law firm, only to go through hell. Eight years later he returns to what is at best a BITTERSWEET HOMECOMING—and the job he refused before his ordeal. Andi Young, a prosecutor he had a brief liaison with before his ordeal, is still there and miraculously still wants him. The young couple who felt MORE THAN LUST but had no opportunity to explore their feelings then, now have a chance to have it all—if only Gray can accept that it’s his mind and heart, not a perfect body—that makes him her perfect mate.



Her T-shirt thing came almost to her ankles. It wasn’t sexy in the least, or at least he hadn’t thought so until she’d given him a glimpse of what lay beneath it. So why did his palms feel damp against the rims of the wheels when he rolled himself over by the sectional? Why did the baggy sweat pants he’d put on after his shower suddenly feel constricting when he transferred himself onto the couch?


He knew damn well why. He hadn’t had sex for eight years. And the woman sitting on his couch was the same one who’d starred in all his erotic dreams for eight long years of lonely, solitary nights. There was no way around it. Andi had been the last woman to share his bed and he wasn’t likely to forget it.


When thunder crashed again, she trembled. Blood rushed to his groin.


He was losing his freaking mind.


Andi might have saved her pride by telling Brett he’d been conceived in love. She might even cherish memories of the mind-blowing sex that had resulted in their son’s conception. No way, though, could he imagine her wanting to take up with him where they’d left off. Not now. Not as wild as she liked her sex and as unable as he was to meet her sexual challenges.


That knowledge didn’t keep him from sliding closer, draping an arm over her shoulders, and stroking the satiny skin beneath his fingers. It didn’t stop him from inhaling her powdery floral scent that he’d never managed to forget. And it did absolutely nothing toward making his erection subside.


Bolts of red-gold electricity lit the sky.


Andi shuddered, burrowed her head against his chest. “Gray?”


Her warm breath tickled the skin around his nipple, made him fantasize about tangled sheets and heated bodies. Of long-ago pleasures and futile dreams. “I’m here, Andi.”

“You’re not afraid, are you?”


“Of the lightning? No.” The storm outside didn’t bother him. It would play itself out and blow across the Florida peninsula into the Atlantic before morning, leaving marginally cooler air in its wake. It was the turmoil in Gray’s brain that was killing him. He had no idea how he could dispel it, or where it would take them if he allowed it to sweep him into uncharted waters.


Waters that could suck him under in a whirling vortex, finish off the destruction his captors had left undone. He told himself to move away, put some distance between himself and this impossible temptation, but his body paid him no mind. It craved what he knew rationally couldn’t be.


But when Andi lifted her head and looked at him, there was no way in hell he could resist her silent lure.



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First published in 1996, Ann Jacobs has sold more than a hundred books and novellas to five publishers: Berkley, Kensington, Red Sage, Loose Id, Changeling Press, Five Star, and Ellora’s Cave. A CPA and former hospital financial manager, she now writes full-time except, of course, for the hours she devotes to being a wife and mother to seven kids. A transplanted midwesterner, she’s lived in west-central Florida all her adult life. Ann loves writing sensual contemporary romance–to her, it’s the perfect blend of sex, sensuality, and happily-ever-after commitment between one man and one woman.


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Welcome Back to the Stone Age — He Runs: Part 1 by @OwenSethAuthor #books #amreading

He Runs Part One


Title – He Runs: Part One

Author – Owen Seth

Genre – Post Apocalyptic / Thriller


Book Blurb

With Mankind relegated to the Stone Age, one man struggles against the cruelty of the world that’s left behind. With many obstacles in his path, every day becomes a fight for survival…against the world and himself.
A psychological, apocalyptic thriller that keeps the reader guessing throughout, He Runs is raw and disturbing and unapologetically brutal.


Excerpt – 

Man wanders.

Man explores.

Man runs.

And we find him at this point in his journey, with a dog. It’s a large dog, a black retriever cross, male, with long strands of hair intersecting fleshy areas of mange and a loosely-fitted muzzle engulfing the snout to protect both of them. Man drags the dog using a makeshift lead, fashioned from an electric cord that once hung loose from the back of a TV set. Man holds the cord in his hand, the brown wiring taught with canine strength, and can’t remember the last time he watched TV. He guesses that it was the same day that the lights went off. The same day that initiated the test for Mankind’s love and compassion.

And then broke it.


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Author Biography

Owen Seth is the self-published author of ‘Abattoir’, ‘He Runs: Part One’, and ‘Soup’. He is currently working on ‘He Runs: Part Two’ and ‘The Nights: A Novella’.

In 2009 he graduated from Northumbria University with an Upper Second Class Honours Degree in English and Art History and has recently completed a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing at Newcastle University.

Other than writing he enjoys cooking, reading (surprise), geeking out over Game of Thrones, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and beer-tasting.

Currently he resides near the coast in the North of England with his girlfriend and their new kitten.


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Surround Yourself With People Who Love, Motivate and Encourage You #inspiration #affirmations

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Do you surround yourself with the right people? I’m not talking about people with money, power and/or influence. Are you surrounding yourself with people who inspire and encourage you to be who you are?

I used to think that I needed to be friends with people who could help me achieve my goals. I also surrounded myself with people I knew were bad for me but they had been my friends forever. Both of these groups of friends were damaging to my self-esteem and my identity.

My thinking changed when I was put into a deadly situation. Suddenly, life took on a whole new perspective and the people I thought were my friends scattered like dandelion fluff in the wind. I was alone. I looked deep inside and made the decision to change who my friends were.

Once I surrounded myself with friends who loved me for me, I began to grow and my self-esteem increased. These friends were there for me and motivated me to chase after my dreams including starting my own business and writing full-time. They inspire me  and they continue to encourage me to reach for the stars.

Are your friends motivating, inspiring and encouraging you to be the very best you can be? If not, maybe you need to surround yourself with people who do.

In your day, surround yourself with people who love you, motivate you, encourage you and just make you feel good about being… you!


Princess of the Light New Blurb and Excerpt #ASMSG #IARTG #TuesdayBookBlog



Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: September 2, 2014



Mary’s the Princess of the Light but her only hope is to make a pact with her enemy.



Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth–Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer’s army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It’s getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer’s second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help.

Joe Deacons is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he’s the Warrior of Light–the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness.

Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself.  When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her.  But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world?



I sunk into the water, and let the suds and scent of lavender engulf me.  The stress of the day finally began to melt away.

My body jolted.

I was in the middle of the desert. There were grass huts and women with hajjis walking quickly around me. Something whizzed past my ear, and a deafening explosion rocked me off my feet. I instinctively curled my body in a fetal position.

I listened for the screams to start, but it was eerily silent. I glanced around, but all I saw was water.

I was still in the bath. What had just happened? Was that a vision? Had I fallen asleep?

My headache was a dull thud now.

A knock on the washroom door made me gasp. I sat upright in the tub and heard my roommate call in, “Mary, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just must have fallen asleep.”

“Amber, what time is it?” I looked down at my pruney fingers and wondered how long I was in the tub.

Amber said, “It’s five thirty.”

I leaned forward and turned on the hot water. The bath water had gotten cold while I had drifted off.

I leaned back as the warm water ran over my toes and closed my eyes, wondering what I should wear tonight. I wanted to look beautiful for Joe. I began to picture every outfit in my closet, and tried to imagine his reaction to it.

A shiver ran down my back and I faintly hear the water splash over the edge.

I opened my eyes and tried to scream. All that came out was a reverse gasp, and I pulled my towel in to cover my body.

A small child was in the tub with me. He couldn’t be older than five. Blood was running down his face, and his body was covered in sand mixed with congealing blood. He was clinging to my towel, and I didn’t know whether to let go of it or yank it back from him. His dark hair was wet with fresh blood. My heart filled with sadness and I quit trying to scream.

As I clung to my own towel, I didn’t know what was happening or what I should do.

The little boy raised his head and more sadness poured into my heart. His eyes were dark pools of grief and despair. They pleaded with me, begging me to help.

How? I mouthed silently.

I jumped when he began to move slowly toward me. He lifted one arm and spoke in a language I didn’t recognize. I didn’t know exactly what his words meant, but I understood what he was saying: He was hurt and needed help.

The closer he came, the more my fear eased and the pain increased. He reached for my arm. His hand was bloodied, and it sent a jolt of electricity and agony throughout my body. I tried to pull away, but his grip was locked on my arm. His eyes turned black and murky, and a voice not his own spoke.

“Princess, help my people,” it said.

I shook my head.

“Let go!” I tried to scream again.

The little boy disappeared, and I jumped out of the bathtub, wet towel still wrapped around my body, and crumbled to the floor. The blood was smeared all around me, and I looked at my arm. The blood was still there, too.

I whimpered, scrubbed at my arm until it was raw, and yet I could still see the blood.


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Author Bio: N. N. Light is the husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N. Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

They’re blissfully happy and love all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG, Independent Author Network and Marketing for Romance Writers.

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

100% of the proceeds of Princess of the Light go directly to food banks (US and Canada) in order to feed the hungry and help those in need. With only 7,500 books sold, N. N. Light will be able to set up a monthly endowment for the local food bank.

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#TuesdayBookBlog – The Captain and the Countess by @writerinagarret #bookreview



Title: The Captain and the Countess

Author: Rosemary Morris

Genre: Historical Romance


Book Blurb:

London. 1706


Why does heart-rending pain lurk in the back of the wealthy Countess of Sinclair’s eyes?


Captain Howard’s life changes forever from the moment he meets Kate, the intriguing Countess and resolves to banish her pain.


Although the air sizzles when widowed Kate, victim of an abusive marriage meets Edward Howard, a captain in Queen Anne’s navy, she has no intention of ever marrying again.


However, when Kate becomes better acquainted with the Captain she realises he is the only man who understands her grief and can help her to untangle her past, and help her regain that which should be hers by right.


My Review:

From the moment Captain Edward Howard lays eyes on Kate, Countess of Sinclair, he realizes he must do everything in his power to make her happy. There’s pain behind Kate’s façade and he’s determined to help her in any way he can.


Kate likes Captain Howard immediately, even when he’s forward with her and seems to disregard propriety in search of the truth. The attraction scares her and she guards her heart against the young Captain’s desire. Her past comes calling and she must choose between what her heart wants and what society expects of her. Will she and Edward have a future or will her past continue to haunt her?


This is the first book I’ve read from Morris and I really enjoyed it. Morris is a historian at heart and it shows in her writing. I kept pinching myself, to make sure I wasn’t in 18th century England. Every detail, from English customs to costume and speech was historically accurate. The dialogue was spot-on and I found myself caught up in the emotional tension between the characters.


If you’re a fan of historical romance (especially Pre-Regency), you’re in for a treat with The Captain and the Countess. The writing style of Rosemary Morris is reminiscent of Edith Wharton (The Age of Innocence) and I look forward to reading more from her.


Favorite Character:

Kate. I loved everything about her, from the way she carried herself in society to the way she cared for her children to the way she fell in love with Edward. She’s a victim of an abusive husband yet that didn’t stop her from living life to the fullest. A woman after my own heart.


Favorite Quote:

“She was a lady without comparison, beautiful, mysterious, and vivacious. After he dined, he would take the air in Hyde Park in the hope of encountering her.”


My Rating:  4.5 stars


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Author Biography:

There is a gigantic canvas for a historical novelist to choose from.


I am a multi-published historical novelist whose novels are set in the reign of Charles II’s niece, Queen Anne Stuart, who reigned from 1702 to 1714, and the ever popular Regency era. I have also written a mediaeval novel set in in the reign of Edward II.


I chose those periods because each of them affected the course of history. If the Duke of Marlborough had not won The War of Spanish Succession, and The Duke of Wellington had been defeated by Napoleon at The Battle of Waterloo, the history of Britain and that of Europe would be different. Defeat would also have had far-reaching consequences for the rest of the world. If Edward II had won the Battle of Bannockburn, it is feasible that he would have conquered Scotland and, perhaps, as it is claimed, he would not have been murdered.


The more I read about my chosen eras the more fascinated I become, and the more aware of the gulf between the past and present. Those who lived in the past shared the same emotions as we do, but their attitudes and way of life were in many ways very different to ours. One of the most striking examples was the social position of women and children in in bygone ages.


My characters, are of their time, not men, women and children dressed in costume who behave like 21st century people.

Research of my chosen eras sparks my imagination. The seeds of my novels are sown, and from them sprout the characters and events which will shape their lives.


I was born in Kent. As a child, when I was not making up stories, my head was ‘always in a book.’


While working in a travel agency, I met my Hindu husband. He encouraged me to continue my education at Westminster College. In 1961 I and my husband, by then a barrister, moved to his birthplace, Kenya, where I lived from 1961 until 1982. After an attempted coup d’état, four of my children lived with me in an ashram in France.


Back in England, I wrote historical fiction, joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association, The Historical Novel Society, Watford Writers and on line groups.


Apart from writing, I enjoy classical Indian literature, reading, visiting places of historical interest, vegetarian cooking, growing organic fruit, herbs and vegetables and creative crafts.


My bookshelves are so crammed with historical non-fiction, which I use to research my novels, that if I buy a new book I have to consider getting rid of one.


Time spent with my five children and their families, most of whom live near me, is precious.


The second editions of my historical novels and my new ones will be published by Books We Love.


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Before You Can Be Kind to Others, Be Kind to Yourself #inspiration #kindness #MondayBlogs

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Remember the old adage, you can’t love others until you love yourself?

It’s the same with kindness. I talk a lot about spreading kindness and being kind to others. But before you can be kind to others, you have to be kind to yourself.

Confession: I’m the first person to knock myself down when I screw up. I berate myself until my self-esteem is in the toilet.

How can I be so stupid?

I’m the worst person in the world!

I’m not a professional, not when I act like that!

Sound familiar?

It’s something I’m working on. One of the things I have found is when I’m kind to myself, I’m happier. Sure, I make mistakes; everyone does. It’s only when I forgive myself, I can move on.

Stop beating yourself up and show the same kindness you show others. It’s a lesson we can all learn from.

:) MRS N:)

The Emotional Terrorist by @ArabellaBarbour #bookreview #mentalillness #memoir

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

Author: Arabella Barbour

Genre: Memoir, Mental Illness, Non-Fiction


Book Blurb:

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


My Review:

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


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


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


My Rating:  4 stars


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ARABELLA BARBOUR lives in North Carolina with her neurotic, yet adorable adopted dog husband, Oliver, who loves the ladies, hogs the bed, and snores enthusiastically.


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Think You Know Alaska? Author @maaarmstrang Reveals 10 Interesting Facts #books #scifi


Top 10 Things People Don’t Know about Alaska:

  • They are two kinds of people in Alaska, RATs, or rational thinking straights, and GETs, the genuinely, truly strange. It’s not as easy to tell the difference as you think.
  • Alaska is really one big institution — not a prison, and more like a university — that draws people who are the toxic scum of normalcy, a great clot of pressure that has been allowed to escape.
  • If you want to be anonymous in Alaska, drive a Subaru.
  • Everything weird and unusual and strange that happens in Alaska has a rational, logical explanation. And an irrational one.
  • As Ellis Paul said, “Sometimes you gotta go to the end of the earth just to turn yourself around.” Alaska is the end of the earth — or, at least, one end of the earth, like Key West — and there are a lot of cul de sacs.
  • If you see windows covered in aluminum foil in Alaska, that’s not some tinfoil hat trick to keep out mind altering radio waves. It’s because in the summer it stays light for a long time and that’s how some people keep their bedrooms dark.
  • A third of the population of Alaska has been here less than five years.
  • Alaska is really, really big. If you laid a map to scale of Alaska over the Lower 48 states, Alaska would span a distance from Jacksonville, Fla., to San Francisco, Calif. The distance in air miles from Juneau to Barrow is the same as from Orlando to New York City, or 1,100 miles. The area of Alaska is about the same as the Eastern Seaboard from Maine to Florida and West to Tennessee.
  • Another quote, from a bumper sticker by Ginger VanWagoner: “We’re here because we’re not all there.”
  • In Alaska, if you’ve bathed in the past week and wear a clean pair of jeans, you’re considered to be dressed up.




Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Aliens, UFO

Publisher: Perseid Press


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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The guys in the black jumpsuits wanted to give me a ride.

I was walking along the side of the road six miles out of Beaver Creek, real peaceful like, digging the wildflowers and the beer cans and the little shreds of filter fabric sticking out of the edges, when I turned at the sound of a car coming from down the road. Not even thinking, I stuck my thumb out, but before I had a chance to pull it back in, the white Jeep Cherokee stopped. At first I thought they were camo dudes, like the ones who patrol around Area 51 at Groom Lake. Man, I hate those rent-a-grunts, but I guess they made it personal after that little incident when I blew their cover and listed their names and home addresses on the Web. ’Nother story.

I didn’t even have to look at their plates — Alaska blue ’n’ gold NRG lettered plates, and in Alaska they only go up to the J’s — to know who they were: AOGs, Agents of the Grays , Alien Occupation Government. They looked like batfags, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms goons, right down to the thin   Kevlar vests. Two of ’em, though, in the slick black jumpsuits.

“Need a ride, son?” asked the guy in the passenger’s side as he rolled down the window. Tinted windows, thick windows: armored, I knew.

“Just hiking, sir,” I said. Old habit from when I was in Delta Force. Any guy calls you “son,” you call them “sir.” I’d of saluted, but when Delta kicked me upstairs on special assignment as a deep cover agent in the Foreign Service, I swore off saluting. With my dreadlocks tucked up into my baseball cap, and the hair buzzed on the side of my head, that guy might of thought I was military with a high and tight, in civvies.

“We can give you a ride up to the border, son,” the guy went on.

“Only a couple of miles. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

Then they got out. Right then I knew they were Grays because they had the mirrored sunglasses and the jerky legs. The Grays on bottom duty get face surgery so they look normal — real noses, mouths, and ears — but the big triangular eyes are hard to fake. Takes a lot of bone surgery, so most of them just wear big sunglasses. And the Grays have long torsos but stumpy legs, kind of like that Frog painter Hangin’ Too Loose Lowtrec, so to look human, they walk on these like stilts. Our high gravity really messes them up, though, so they never get good at it. You learn these things when you become an enemy of the bigheads like me.

The driver was a wymmin, I mean, I knew the type, feminazis: big broad shoulders and almost no boobs, and fat hips. She had short hair just over her ear flaps and long bangs. Female Grays don’t like to alter their ear flaps. They’re really weird that way: they think those vestigial flaps are the sexiest thing. For all I know, that’s how they screw. Go figure. Aliens are really strange.

So the wymmin Gray got out, same klutzy walk, and they both gimped over to me, looking real tall, but I knew I could kick their legs out from under them. ’Course, iffen I did that, they’d blast me to cinders, but it’s nice to know I had the option to damage them before I died. They leaned up against that white Jeep Cherokee with the funny windows, hooking their thumbs in their belts. Those Grays watch too many of our Western movies, if you ask me. Someone ought to tell them, or at least turn ‘em on to some Mel Gibson thrillers so they can learn a new attitude . . .

“You’re kind of out here in the middle of nowhere,” the wymmin says. She had one of those squeaky high voices their females have. It always flips me out. You see a big momma like that, and then she has this high voice.

“Yes ma’am,” I said. “I’m used to walking.”

“So we’ll give you a ride to the border,” she said. “Across the border, make it easy on you. Into Tok. You must be going that way.”

“Might take a right at Tositna and go up to Chicken,” I said. “Do some gold mining.”

“Yeah.” The guy scratched his balls, in that sympathetic gesture guys make to each other, sort of like saying, Balls, what a pain, huh? Only I knew he was re-adjusting the servos on his stilts.

“So you sure you don’t want a lift?” The wymmin Gray glared at me through her glasses. I knew she was scanning me. Hell, I knew they had me pegged already. They’d put a chip in my butt after my first abduction near Cedar Key (see Chapter 16), so they could track me like that, you bet.

“Don’t wanna trouble you,” I said.

“No trouble,” the guy said.

“Still . . . “ I stared off into the distance, thinking of Hannah. I figured if they were scanning me, they’d pick up the increase in blood pressure and the little woody I was working up. “I’m sort of hoping for a ride with this babe I met in Beaver Creek.” I grinned, and the guy Gray grinned back, showing me his stumpy little tongue.

“Gotcha,” he said, winking and making a little gun with his fingers and shooting it at me. Really. They ought to watch some old Bond movies if they wanted some better clichés.

“Dude,” I said.

The wymmin nodded and the guy nodded and they got back in the white Cherokee and drove over the hill and probably to one of their shuttle crafts. A few minutes later, the Coasties who had given me a ride 500 miles down the road picked me up again.

When the Coasties dropped me off just before the border, I saw the black helicopters.

Welcome to Alaska, I thought. Now go home.


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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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Life is Like a Mirror so Smile and Your Reflection Will Smile Back #inspiration #affirmations

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Smiling is the one thing that every human in this world has in common. 

We all can smile, no matter what language we speak.  Isn’t that amazing?

Smiling is a simple thing you can do to dramatically change not only your life but everyone around you.

You may be asking yourself, can it really change the world?  YES!

Just imagine what would happen if everyone around the world smiled?!?  The world would be a wondrous place!

 Go ahead and try it for 24 hours.  You’ll be surprised by the results.

So, today’s inspiring thought is…

Smile: Pass It On


15 Books Mrs. N Can’t Wait to Read This Fall #FridayBookRoundUp #books #FridayReads


Friday Book Round Up


Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round Up. There’s so many books I want to read and this Fall, many of my favorite authors have new releases. So, I thought I’d share with you fifteen books coming out soon that I can’t wait to read. They range in genre from fiction to nonfiction, in no particular order and I hope you will check them out.


Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: The Illustrated Edition (Harry Potter, Book 2) by J.K. Rowling  (Author), Jim Kay (Illustrator)

The Dursleys were so mean and hideous that summer that all Harry Potter wanted was to get back to the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. But just as he’s packing his bags, Harry receives a warning from a strange, impish creature named Dobby who says that if Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts, disaster will strike.


And strike it does. For in Harry’s second year at Hogwarts, fresh torments and horrors arise, including an outrageously stuck-up new professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, a spirit named Moaning Myrtle who haunts the girls’ bathroom, and the unwanted attentions of Ron Weasley’s younger sister, Ginny.


But each of these seem minor annoyances when the real trouble begins, and someone — or something — starts turning Hogwarts students to stone. Could it be Draco Malfoy, a more poisonous rival than ever? Could it possibly be Hagrid, whose mysterious past is finally told? Or could it be the one everyone at Hogwarts most suspects… Harry Potter himself?


Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen

“Writing about yourself is a funny business…But in a project like this, the writer has made one promise, to show the reader his mind. In these pages, I’ve tried to do this.” —Bruce Springsteen, from the pages of Born to Run


In 2009, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band performed at the Super Bowl’s halftime show. The experience was so exhilarating that Bruce decided to write about it. That’s how this extraordinary autobiography began.


Over the past seven years, Bruce Springsteen has privately devoted himself to writing the story of his life, bringing to these pages the same honesty, humor, and originality found in his songs.


He describes growing up Catholic in Freehold, New Jersey, amid the poetry, danger, and darkness that fueled his imagination, leading up to the moment he refers to as “The Big Bang”: seeing Elvis Presley’s debut on The Ed Sullivan Show. He vividly recounts his relentless drive to become a musician, his early days as a bar band king in Asbury Park, and the rise of the E Street Band. With disarming candor, he also tells for the first time the story of the personal struggles that inspired his best work, and shows us why the song “Born to Run” reveals more than we previously realized.


Born to Run will be revelatory for anyone who has ever enjoyed Bruce Springsteen, but this book is much more than a legendary rock star’s memoir. This is a book for workers and dreamers, parents and children, lovers and loners, artists, freaks, or anyone who has ever wanted to be baptized in the holy river of rock and roll.


Rarely has a performer told his own story with such force and sweep. Like many of his songs (“Thunder Road,” “Badlands,” “Darkness on the Edge of Town,” “The River,” “Born in the U.S.A.,” “The Rising,” and “The Ghost of Tom Joad,” to name just a few), Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography is written with the lyricism of a singular songwriter and the wisdom of a man who has thought deeply about his experiences.


Cooking for Jeffrey: A Barefoot Contessa Cookbook by Ina Garten

For America’s bestselling cookbook author Ina Garten there is no greater pleasure than cooking for the people she loves—and particularly for her husband, Jeffrey. She has been cooking for him ever since they were married forty-eight years ago, and the comforting, delicious meals they shared became the basis for her extraordinary career in food.


Ina’s most personal cookbook yet, Cooking for Jeffrey is filled with the recipes Jeffrey and their friends request most often as well as charming stories from Ina and Jeffrey’s many years together. There are traditional dishes that she’s updated, such as Brisket with Onions and Leeks, and Tsimmes, a vegetable stew with carrots, butternut squash, sweet potatoes, and prunes, and new favorites, like Skillet-Roasted Lemon Chicken and Roasted Salmon Tacos. You’ll also find wonderful new salads, including Maple-Roasted Carrot Salad and Kale Salad with Pancetta and Pecorino. Desserts range from simple Apple Pie Bars to showstoppers like Vanilla Rum Panna Cotta with Salted Caramel. For the first time, Ina has included a chapter devoted to bread and cheese, with recipes and tips for creating the perfect cheese course. With options like Fig and Goat Cheese Bruschettas and Challah with Saffron, there’s something everyone will enjoy.


From satisfying lunches to elegant dinners, here are the recipes Ina has tested over and over again, so you too can serve them with confidence to the people you love.


The Whistler by John Grisham

From John Grisham, America’s #1 bestselling author, comes the most electrifying novel of the year, a high-stakes thrill ride through the darkest corners of the Sunshine State.


We expect our judges to be honest and wise. Their integrity and impartiality are the bedrock of the entire judicial system. We trust them to ensure fair trials, to protect the rights of all litigants, to punish those who do wrong, and to oversee the orderly and efficient flow of justice.


But what happens when a judge bends the law or takes a bribe? It’s rare, but it happens.


Lacy Stoltz is an investigator for the Florida Board on Judicial Conduct. She is a lawyer, not a cop, and it is her job to respond to complaints dealing with judicial misconduct. After nine years with the Board, she knows that most problems are caused by incompetence, not corruption.


But a corruption case eventually crosses her desk. A previously disbarred lawyer is back in business with a new identity. He now goes by the name Greg Myers, and he claims to know of a Florida judge who has stolen more money than all other crooked judges combined. And not just crooked judges in Florida. All judges, from all states, and throughout U.S. history.


What’s the source of the ill-gotten gains? It seems the judge was secretly involved with the construction of a large casino on Native American land. The Coast Mafia financed the casino and is now helping itself to a sizable skim of each month’s cash. The judge is getting a cut and looking the other way. It’s a sweet deal: Everyone is making money.


But now Greg wants to put a stop to it. His only client is a person who knows the truth and wants to blow the whistle and collect millions under Florida law. Greg files a complaint with the Board on Judicial Conduct, and the case is assigned to Lacy Stoltz, who immediately suspects that this one could be dangerous.


Dangerous is one thing. Deadly is something else.



Two by Two by Nicholas Sparks

#1 New York Times bestselling author Nicholas Sparks returns with an emotionally powerful story of unconditional love, its challenges, its risks and most of all, its rewards.


At 32, Russell Green has it all: a stunning wife, a lovable six year-old daughter, a successful career as an advertising executive and an expansive home in Charlotte. He is living the dream, and his marriage to the bewitching Vivian is the center of that. But underneath the shiny surface of this perfect existence, fault lines are beginning to appear…and no one is more surprised than Russ when he finds every aspect of the life he took for granted turned upside down. In a matter of months, Russ finds himself without a job or wife, caring for his young daughter while struggling to adapt to a new and baffling reality.


Throwing himself into the wilderness of single parenting, Russ embarks on a journey at once terrifying and rewarding-one that will test his abilities and his emotional resources beyond anything he ever imagined.


Night School: A Jack Reacher Novel by Lee Child

Discover the thriller series that The New York Times calls “utterly addictive.” After eleven straight global #1 bestsellers, Lee Child sends readers back to school with the most explosive Jack Reacher novel yet.


It’s 1996, and Reacher is still in the army. In the morning they give him a medal, and in the afternoon they send him back to school. That night he’s off the grid. Out of sight, out of mind.


Two other men are in the classroom—an FBI agent and a CIA analyst. Each is a first-rate operator, each is fresh off a big win, and each is wondering what the hell they are doing there.


Then they find out: A Jihadist sleeper cell in Hamburg, Germany, has received an unexpected visitor—a Saudi courier, seeking safe haven while waiting to rendezvous with persons unknown. A CIA asset, undercover inside the cell, has overheard the courier whisper a chilling message: “The American wants a hundred million dollars.”


For what? And who from? Reacher and his two new friends are told to find the American. Reacher recruits the best soldier he has ever worked with: Sergeant Frances Neagley. Their mission heats up in more ways than one, while always keeping their eyes on the prize: If they don’t get their man, the world will suffer an epic act of terrorism.


From Langley to Hamburg, Jalalabad to Kiev, Night School moves like a bullet through a treacherous landscape of double crosses, faked identities, and new and terrible enemies, as Reacher maneuvers inside the game and outside the law.


Praise for #1 bestselling author Lee Child and his Jack Reacher series


“Reacher [is] one of this century’s most original, tantalizing pop-fiction heroes.”—The Washington Post




Home by Harlan Coben

Ten years after the high-profile kidnapping of two young boys, only one returns home in Harlan Coben’s gripping thriller.


A decade ago, kidnappers grabbed two boys from wealthy families and demanded ransom, then went silent. No trace of the boys ever surfaced. For ten years their families have been left with nothing but painful memories and a quiet desperation for the day that has finally, miraculously arrived: Myron Bolitar and his friend Win believe they have located one of the boys, now a teenager. Where has he been for ten years, and what does he know about the day, more than half a life ago, when he was taken? And most critically: What can he tell Myron and Win about the fate of his missing friend? Drawing on his singular talent, Harlan Coben delivers an explosive and deeply moving thriller about friendship, family, and the meaning of home.


Metallica: Back to the Front: A Fully Authorized Visual History of the Master of Puppets Album and Tour by Matt Taylor (Author), Ray Burton (Afterword), James Hetfield (Foreword)

Metallica: Back to the Front tells the amazing, fully authorized story of the band’s seminal Master of Puppets album and tour.


Released on March 3, 1986, Metallica’s Master of Puppets album became an instant classic and announced the band as the most electrifying new voice in rock. Thirty years later, this six-time platinum album is considered to be the high-water mark of Metallica’s incredible career, with songs like “Battery,” “Welcome Home (Sanitarium),” and the title track, “Master of Puppets,” still a staple of their sell-out live shows. Sadly, this hugely successful period for Metallica was marred by a tragedy that shook the band to its foundation: the death of bassist Cliff Burton in a tour bus accident on September 27, 1986.


For the first time, Metallica: Back to the Front tells the fully authorized story of the creation of the Master of Puppets album and the subsequent tour. Featuring new and exclusive interviews with band members James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, and Kirk Hammett, this is the definitive account of the most venerated period of Metallica’s history, from the incredible highs of touring in support of Ozzy Osbourne to the lows of losing a key member of the band and crucial part of the Metallica sound. Metallica: Back to the Front will also feature interviews with other important figures in the band’s history, including managers Cliff Burnstein and Peter Mensch, Faith No More guitarist Jim Martin, Anthrax band members Scott Ian and Charlie Benante, and many, many more.


Filled with hundreds of never-before-seen images from the band’s personal archives, this deluxe volume will combine an in-depth narrative with stunning visuals, taking fans further into this defining period of the band’s career than ever before. Released to coincide with the thirtieth anniversary of the Master of Puppets album and tour, Metallica: Back to the Front is created with the full cooperation and support of the band. The result is a treasure trove of stories, anecdotes, and never-before-seen photographs that legions of Metallica fans will cherish for generations to come.


Six Scary Stories by Stephen King

Number 1 bestselling writer Stephen King introduces and presents six gripping and chilling stories in this captivating anthology:


Stephen King discovered these stories when he judged a competition run by Hodder & Stoughton and the Guardian to celebrate publication of his own collection The Bazaar of Bad Dreams. He was so impressed with the entries that he recommended they were published together in one book.


Reader beware: the stories will make you think twice before cuddling up to your old soft toy, dipping your toe into the water or counting the spots on a leopard…


Dog Man: From the Creator of Captain Underpants (Dog Man #1) (Captain Underpants: Dog Man) by Dav Pilkey

New from the creator of Captain Underpants, it’s Dog Man, the crime-biting canine who is part dog, part man, and ALL HERO!


George and Harold have created a new hero who digs into deception, claws after crooks, and rolls over robbers. When Greg the police dog and his cop companion are injured on the job, a life-saving surgery changes the course of history, and Dog Man is born. With the head of a dog and the body of a human, this heroic hound has a real nose for justice. But can he resist the call of the wild to answer the call of duty?



Advance Praise for Dog Man:


  • “Pilkey… has once again fired an arrow of joy straight at the fevered childhood psyche of millions of readers. An utter, unfettered delight.” — Booklist, starred review


  • “A riotously funny and original addition for all elementary school collections.” — School Library Journal, starred review


  • “Readers (of any age) will be giggling from start to finish.” — Publishers Weekly, starred review


A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life by Pat Conroy

Final words and heartfelt remembrances from bestselling author Pat Conroy take center stage in this winning nonfiction collection, supplemented by touching pieces from Conroy’s many friends.


This new volume of Pat Conroy’s nonfiction brings together some of the most charming interviews, magazine articles, speeches, and letters from his long literary career, many of them addressed directly to his readers with his habitual greeting, “Hey, out there.” Ranging across diverse subjects, such as favorite recent reads, the challenge of staying motivated to exercise, and processing the loss of dear friends, Conroy’s eminently memorable pieces offer a unique window into the life of a true titan of Southern writing.


With a beautiful introduction from his widow, novelist Cassandra King, A Lowcountry Heart also honors Conroy’s legacy and the innumerable lives he touched. Finally, the collection turns to remembrances of “The Great Conroy,” as he is lovingly titled by friends, and concludes with a eulogy. The inarguable power of Conroy’s work resonates throughout A Lowcountry Heart, and his influence promises to endure.


This moving tribute is sure to be a cherished keepsake for any true Conroy fan and remain a lasting monument to one of the best-loved masters of contemporary American letters.


Bloom County Episode XI: A New Hope by Berkeley Breathed



In 2015, Pulitzer Prize-winning cartoonist Berkeley Breathed began (without warning!) producing ALL-NEW Bloom County strips―for the first time in more than 25 years! Breathed released the new Bloom County strips exclusively through his Facebook page, to the cheers of devoted and delighted fans everywhere. These brand new strips have NEVER before been available in print―until now! All the wit, charm and biting satire that are trademarks of Bloom County and Berkeley Breathed are clearly on display and evident in this handsome new volume. Featuring all your favorite characters: Opus, Milo, Bill the Cat, Steve Dallas, Cutter John, and many more. Bloom County has come home… and it’s about time!


Woman of God by James Patterson

St. Peter’s Square, Rome.


White smoke signals that a new Pope has been chosen.


Is it possible that the new Pope…is a woman?


The world is watching as massive crowds gather in Rome, waiting for news of a new pope, one who promises to be unlike any other in history. It’s a turning point that may change the Church forever. Some followers are ecstatic that the movement reinvigorating the Church is about to reach the Vatican, but the leading candidate has made a legion of powerful enemies who aren’t afraid to kill for their cause.


Faith has never come easy for Brigid Fitzgerald. From her difficult childhood with drug-addled parents to her career as a doctor healing the wounded in Sudan to a series of trials that test her beliefs at every turn, Brigid’s convictions and callings have made her the target of all those who fear that the Church has lost its way–dangerous adversaries who abhor challenges to tradition. Locked in a deadly, high-stakes battle with forces determined to undermine everything she believes in, Brigid must convert her enemies to her cause before she loses her faith…and her life.


Spanning the globe–from the drug dens, high-powered law firms, and churches of Boston to the horrific brutality of a civil war in the Sudanese desert to the beauty, violence, and spiritual enlightenment of the Holy Land–Woman of God is an epic, thrilling tale of perseverance, love, trust and nothing less than what it means to live in a fallen world.


Twelve Days of Christmas: A Christmas Novel by Debbie Macomber

Continuing in a festive annual tradition, #1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber returns with a new original holiday novel full of romance and cheer—and the magical prospect of finding love in even the most guarded hearts.


Friendly and bubbly, Julia Padden likes nearly everyone, but her standoffish neighbor, Cain Maddox, presents a particular challenge. No matter how hard she’s tried to be nice, Cain rudely rebuffs her at every turn, preferring to keep to himself. But when Julia catches Cain stealing her newspaper from the lobby of their apartment building, that’s the last straw. She’s going to break through Cain’s Scrooge-like exterior the only way she knows how: by killing him with kindness.


To track her progress, Julia starts a blog called The Twelve Days of Christmas. Her first attempts to humanize Cain are far from successful. Julia brings him homemade Christmas treats and the disagreeable grinch won’t even accept them. Meanwhile, Julie’s blog becomes an online sensation, as an astonishing number of people start following her adventures. Julia continues to find ways to express kindness and, little by little, chips away at Cain’s gruff façade to reveal the caring man underneath. Unbelievably, Julia feels herself falling for Cain—and she suspects that he may be falling for her as well. But as the popularity of her blog continues to grow, Julia must decide if telling Cain the truth about having chronicled their relationship to the rest of the world is worth risking their chance at love.


Goldenhand (Old Kingdom) by Garth Nix

The long-awaited fifth installment in Garth Nix’s New York Times bestselling Old Kingdom series, for readers who enjoy series by Rae Carson, Kristin Cashore, Scott Westerfeld, and Cassandra Clare.


Goldenhand takes place six months after the events of Abhorsen and follows the novella Nicholas Sayre and the Creature in the Case, which is featured in Across the Wall.


Lirael lost one of her hands in the binding of Orannis, but now she has a new hand, one of gilded steel and Charter Magic. On a dangerous journey, Lirael returns to her childhood home, the Clayr’s Glacier, where she was once a Second Assistant Librarian. There, a young woman from the distant North brings her a message from her long-dead mother, Arielle. It is a warning about the Witch with No Face. But who is the Witch, and what is she planning? Lirael must use her new powers to save the Old Kingdom from this great danger—and it must be forestalled not only in the living world but also in the cold, remorseless river of Death.


Have any book(s) you’re looking forward to reading? Share in the comments below.


Happy Reading!


MRS N, Book Addict

No Sparkling #Vampires Here: Fire and Blood by @CadenceDenton #Horror #IARTG #ASMSG

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Title: Fire and Blood

Author: Cadence Denton

Genre: Paranormal Romance



Jeannette’s life sucks. An outcast orphan addicted to junky blood, she is desperate for a chance at redemption. She’s the most powerful of her Firewalker race, but that’s not saying much since the Firewalkers are on the verge of extinction ̶ thanks to Jeannette’s disastrous mistakes. For centuries she’s searched for her personal unicorn, the elusive Fecund, the Firewalkers’ human mates. He’s out there…somewhere.

She lost everything ̶ family, fortune…her future when the ruling Council of Seven declared her a traitor for her part in the genocide of the Fecund race. Her desperation is understandable simply because the Council refuses to believe that she was set up by the Revenant vampire, Alexander the Great.

Devin McIntyre’s life imploded eleven years ago when his twenty-first birthday celebration collided with a blood sucker named, Alexander. With his parents slaughtered and his twin sisters taken by the psychotic vampire, Devin turned to the ultra-secret Society for Eternal Illumination for training in urban warfare and help with confronting his demons.

In a dilapidated hotel in Jackson, Mississippi he set a trap, certain he’d tracked down his old, old enemy. Finally, he’d get vengeance and find his sisters. Instead, Devin uncovers a myth.

When a long-legged beauty walks through a wall of fire, Devin’s beliefs are shattered.
When Jeannette tastes his Fecund blood after centuries believing his race extinct, she knows she has found a priceless treasure.

From their first kiss, their first intimate touch, Jeannette realizes that in Devin, she’s found salvation. This human male can save a race that is balancing on the precipice of extinction.

But, when allies become enemies and havens become traps, she suspects her “treasure” has his own agenda.


“Couldn’t put it down!” ~ bigsam  Amazon reviewer
“It was hard to put the book down. I read it in one day…Keep writing, Cadence!” ~ jkwhite Amazon reviewer


Excerpt (14+ Due to Adult Language and Violence):

“And another one bites the dust.” Smitty’s smile, more the snarl of a timber wolf, glittered in the liquid firelight cast by the pair of flamethrowers.

“’Bout like shooting fish in a goddamn barrel,” Devin McIntyre agreed, not sure if what he felt was disgust over the vampire’s stupidity or insult that the creature thought them just as brainless. Devin pursed his lips and settled on disgust.

“Yeah, ain’t it great those Hollywood boys got it all wrong?” Smitty said.

The vampire of legend was diabolically clever and damn near indestructible, but the difference between legend and reality was the simple fact that while able to regenerate even after taking a direct missile strike, the true vampire possessed an IQ that made your average village idiot look like a bona fide Mensa genius. Stupid just didn’t cover it.

“You’d think they’d learn…something. Caution, maybe? Doesn’t seem right somehow. Wouldn’t the older vamps teach the younger ones how to avoid basic traps?” It was insane the way they walked to their destruction, time after time, like lemmings going Geronimo off a cliff. He’d gone through a training program that would put the SEALS to shame then gave the Society eleven years of his life only to have this to hunt. He may as well be hunting sheep. Hell, sheep would be more challenging.

“Huuh…I’m glad they don’t. Makes my job easier,” Smitty concluded with a shrug, but Devin didn’t hear his second-in-command. His words were buried beneath an avalanche of curses and shouts from the team.

Devin swallowed a shout of his own as the vampire strolled naked out of the fire stream with not so much as a scorch mark on her. But what he felt wasn’t fear, it was elation. Finally, something had showed up that was off the Society’s radar, something not protocol. Something worth fighting.

“Hello, what have we here?” he murmured, dialing down adrenaline laced excitement. No vampire could survive fire that intense. It was in the manual, basic Vampire Hunting 101.

“Hit her again!” Smitty shouted. “Light that bitch up!”

With nerves springing like Olympic high jumpers, Devin watched Meloni and Croft turn the flamethrowers on the vampire once more.

Liquid flames lapped at the vampire’s skin, the fiery maelstrom causing her hair to fly about her head like a steel-colored nimbus, turning her body into a living tiki torch.

But the fire didn’t consume her.

The she-vamp passed through the firestorm whole and unharmed. The sight of her slim, nude body framed by the flame’s red glow made Devin’s mouth go dry. Speechless, he watched the muscles in her thighs flex and relax as she strode forward.

She’s a tiny, little thing. Can’t be more than five foot, he thought. But her body now, her body was perfection. Small, fine-boned feet, shapely calves and toned thighs were attached to slender hips that framed a mons lined with a miniscule strip of silver curls which shone against ivory flesh. Her waist was thin, her abs sculpted with a narrow ribcage which made her plump, caramel-tipped breasts appear larger than their true size.

Suddenly, Devin felt like hitting something. Before him stood the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

And he had to kill her.

“Why won’t the bitch burn?” A young voice cried. The rookie, Devin remembered. What was his name?

“Fuck that shit. Shoot her! Bring that whore down!” Smitty’s shout startled Devin out of the spell the she-vamp had cast. He scrambled upright on numb legs, dwarfed by Smitty who climbed to his full six-foot eleven-inches. The automatic rifle in his big hands looked like a child’s toy. Devin swung back around to face the delicate little creature who looked like a strong breeze would send her flying and slowly, hesitantly, lifted his automatic pistol.

The fireproof beauty’s platinum colored eyes narrowed. With her full lips pulled back in a snarl, she hissed like an angry cat, the very image of an avenging goddess.

Then the shooting began.

Bullets sang their deadly song, piercing the spot where she stood, making the shadows flicker and dance to their beat until the clips ran out and silence returned. The stench of gun smoke hung heavy in the hot air like a cloud of poisonous gas. Devin stood with Smitty by his side in a quasi-stupor watching the men congratulate each other with high fives and knuckle bumps. He clutched his weapon in his fist, the muzzle pointed at the floor and realized he’d never fired a shot.

What’s wrong with me? Was it regret at the creature’s destruction? Couldn’t be, he thought, dismissing the notion.

Wake up, McIntyre. He gave himself a mental shake ignoring Smitty’s sidelong glance, but his lieutenant would not be silenced.

“Fireproof vamps, Dev. I mean, what the fuck? Does the Society know about this?” Smitty paused a beat, a scowl wreathing his face. “Why weren’t we briefed?” he asked, giving voice to Devin’s own doubts.

It was way past time to pack up their tents and get the hell out of town.

“Save the celebration for after we get out of this fuckin’ shit house,” he ordered, the smell of a set-up polluting the air and sending a claxon of alarm through every nerve fiber. He forced it back and turned his attention to the tasks at hand.

Rotten wall paneling burned merrily. Flames lapped at the ceiling tiles, blazing ever higher, filling the room with murk, like a Mississippi smoke house.

“Smitty, let’s put this fire out,” Devin called. Last thing they needed was the Jackson Fire Department showing up.


“Yo,” a voice answered to Devin’s left.

“Crack a window. Smoke’s getting thick in here.”

“Got it, boss,” the hunter replied and pelted away.

There came the tinkle of shattering glass and fresh air wafted through the room to feed the flames. A fluted column crashed to the floor in an explosion of red embers. The situation was going south PDQ, and hell if he wanted to explain to Big Joe why the hotel had been torched for one little vampire. One fireproof vampire.

The flamethrowers should’ve ashed her. That they hadn’t made no sense to Devin. Where was the Society in all of this? His mind worried at the puzzle she presented, but that required time, and time was a commodity they were short on. It would be best to gather what was left of the vampire and bring it back to headquarters. He’d give the sludge to the science nerds. Devin’s lips curved in a grim smirk. Those eggheads would piss themselves in delight.

“Rico!” he shouted.

The four-year veteran turned away from where he crouched picking up spent shell casings to face Devin.

“Leave that to the rookie,” he said. “Go bag up the remains.” With his chin, he gestured to where the vamp had been brought down. “The science geeks will want samples to study.”

Rising to his feet, Rico nodded and strode away to where their gear was stowed. Devin turned to find the fire had spread to another wall and a couple more columns.

“Why am I still waiting on the extinguishers, Smitty?” he called, impatience making his voice sharper than normal.

“I’m comin’, goddammit, Dev. Keep your damn shirt on,” Smitty huffed, carrying four large red canisters, one under each muscular biceps and the other two in each hand.

Keeping one, he passed the others to waiting hunters, then lifted the nozzle and shot a stream of foam on the base of the blaze. The foam gained traction and began knocking down the fire. Devin folded his arms, satisfied to see something finally going right.

“Croft, you and the rookie pack the gear. We need to be out of here in under five.” Fifteen minutes was the amount of time the Society calculated an operation had to dismantle, mount up, and ride off with none of the locals any the wiser. Unfortunately, fighting a fire had not been factored into the equation, but then they’d never had to light up a vamp twice.

It was unheard of—that she’d walked out of the fire stream not once, but twice. Somehow she’d survived. It had taken a butt-load of silver rounds to bring her down. Devin’s fingers tightened on the grip, startling him. He hadn’t been aware that the pistol was still in his hand. Holstering his weapon, he went back to directing the breakdown, grateful for the routine.

“Hey, where’d the vamp go?” Jasper asked with an incredulous laugh.

“Uh, boss?”

“What is it now, Rico?” Exasperated, Devin called over his shoulder. The clock was ticking down dangerously close to the end of the team’s window for safe egress.

“We gotta problem,” the hunter replied.

Grinding his teeth, disgusted, feeling seriously harassed, Devin turned to where Rico squatted, a red HazMat baggie in his hand.

Pushing aside his frustration, he asked in what he hoped was a level tone, “Problem?”

“There’s no body,” Rico said, slowly rising to his feet.

“Say again,” Devin spun all the way around to face the man, unease a cold wind that shrieked and moaned, making his heart stutter in response.

“Well, of course there shoulda’ never been a body.” Rico touched his fingers together then flicked them open simulating an explosion. “Shoulda’ been nothin’ but floatin’ ash from the Zippos, but hell,” he chuckled, “we all saw her walk out of the fire stream.” The lean hunter paused and looked dead in Devin’s eyes. “And we shot her, boss—with silver rounds. I know I hit her with at least half a clip.”

Rico turned back to the empty place on the floor, eyes wide with disbelief. He took a slow, shuddering breath and continued, “Boss, the silver should’ve dropped the bitch.” The cynical bravado was gone from his face leaving confusion in its wake. “There should be a dead vamp laying here, Dev, but she’s…gone.” His voice had turned soft, his words coming slow, pouring from his lips like cold honey.

“Bitch ain’t dead,” Smitty growled. The large canister rang like a school house alarm on the tile floor as the big man tossed it aside and reached for his rifle.


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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 all do with a little less boring, right?

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Everything You Do is a Self-Portrait… #inspiration #excellence #affirmations


Are you proud of the work you do?

It’s a simple question but it hold a lot of weight. I’ve had my fair share of jobs since I started working at fifteen. While I was in school, they were part-time jobs in retail. It didn’t pay much but I worked hard. I gave it my all and took pride in my work.

Work ethic seems to have skipped a generation these days. There are many people who don’t care about their work. It’s a shame because no matter what the job is, employees can make it better or worse.

Every week, when I am shopping at the grocery store, I notice a young man stocking the shelves. He is meticulous in his work and I can tell he takes pride in it. He makes sure the products are dusted and under the right label. He smiles at me and the other customers, offering assistance if needed.

I also notice other employees who don’t give a crap. They bemoan having to be there and make shopping at the store a bit of a downer. They shuffle their feet and even talk on their cell phones while working.

No matter how menial the job is, take pride in your work. Your work ethic is something that’ll be with you for the rest of your life and may determine whether you get the job of your dreams or not.

Every job is a self-portrait of the person who does it. Autograph your work with excellence.

Are you autographing your work with excellence? What advice do you have for others struggling with working? Please share in the comments below.


Pancakes in #Paris: Living the American Dream in France #bookreview @BIAParis

Pancakes in Paris


Title: Pancakes in Paris: Living the American Dream in France

Author: Craig Carlson

Genre: Food and Drink, Food Writing, Memoir


Book Blurb:

Paris was practically perfect…


Craig Carlson was the last person anyone would expect to open an American diner in Paris. He came from humble beginnings in a working-class town in Connecticut, had never worked in a restaurant, and didn’t know anything about starting a brand-new business. But from his first visit to Paris, Craig knew he had found the city of his dreams, although one thing was still missing-the good ol’ American breakfast he loved so much.


Pancakes in Paris is the story of Craig tackling the impossible-from raising the money to fund his dream to tracking down international suppliers for “exotic” American ingredients… and even finding love along the way. His diner, Breakfast In America, is now a renowned tourist destination, and the story of how it came to be is just as delicious and satisfying as the classic breakfast that tops its menu.


September 2016 Indie Next selection


My Review:

Sometimes you have to follow your dream halfway across the world to make it a reality. Both Carlson and I know this to be true.


Pancakes in Paris is the story of Craig Carlson and his fulfillment of his American Dream. Craig grew up in Connecticut and lived an interesting childhood. On a whim, he took a French class in his youth and he became obsessed with all things French. It wasn’t until he visited Paris that he knew Paris was where he belonged.


Paris, ahhh a food mecca if there ever was one. Craig noticed there wasn’t an American diner anywhere in the city limits and made it his mission to create one. He had no experience in the food industry but that didn’t detract him. Breakfast in America was born and the rest, they say, is history.


I absolutely loved this book! It has everything I love in a good Food Memoir: humorous yet honest voice, descriptions so accurate I can taste the food and lots of adventures. I loved how wacky Carlson’s customers are and how incredibly popular a diner is in Paris. If Julia Child was alive today, I’m sure she’d be a regular customer. The next time I travel to Paris, I will be sure to stop by Carlson’s diner.


Thank you to Netgalley and Sourcebooks for giving me a copy in exchange for my honest review.


My Rating:  5 stars


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With a background in journalism, Craig Carlson received a B.A. from the University of Connecticut. After graduation, he moved to Los Angeles where he studied at the University of Southern California, receiving an M.A. in film production. After winning the prestigious John Huston Directing Award, Craig wrote and directed a short film, Wheel of Torture, which went on to win awards at the Chicago Film Festival as well as the Lucille Ball festival of comedy. In addition to being a produced screenwriter, Craig worked as a translator for Letters: Jean Renoir, a book on the famous French director.


In 2003, Craig completely shifted gears and decided to open the first American diner in Paris, France. After more than a decade in business, Breakfast in America continues to serve authentic breakfasts and burgers to customers from all over the world. Pancakes in Paris is Craig’s debut memoir, with many more stories to follow. He and his partner live most of the time in Paris — with the occasional jaunt to Los Angeles.


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If You Were Me and Lived in…the American West by @CarolePRoman #IARTG #bookreview

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Title: If You Were Me and Lived in…the American West

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Paula Tabor (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Literature, American History, Homeschooling


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 Viking Europe, and what children who lived during the Han Dynasty 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.


Back to Homeschool Resource Award winner!


My Review:

Want to experience what it was like for people travelling the Oregon Trail and the American West in the mid 1800’s? Buy this book right now!


Roman is back with another installment of her history books and this time, we’re heading west, on the Oregon Trail. It’s the 1840’s and many Americans are journeying west, thanks to the lack of food and money on the East Coast. Thousands of people ride/walk single file and the wagons look like one giant train. People pack their whole lives into these wagons in search of better opportunities and land to farm.


Life isn’t easy on the Oregon Trail and many people died but that didn’t deter people from continuing on. Through Roman’s eyes, we (the reader) get to experience what it must’ve been like for grade-school kids in Pioneer times. Filled with interesting facts on everything from clothing, names, workload to walking 20 miles a day, Roman immerses us in the 1800’s to a fascinating time period in American History.


Perfect for teachers and/or homeschoolers, this book will open children’s eyes to what life was really like out in the American West. The illustrations by Tabor are elegant and realistic which confirms how this is a great historical resource. Another gem by Roman!


Favorite Quote:

“Your sister hated churning butter. She realized that if she hung a pail of milk on the wagon, all the bouncing around created butter and she didn’t have to do that boring chore.”


My Rating:  5+ stars


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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.


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Anxious? Worried? Take My Advice and Breathe #inspiration #motivation #meditation

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There’s a lot of worrying and anxiety swirling around me.

I have many friends dealing with life’s ups and downs. One of my friends came up to me last week crying in her hands.

“I can’t handle anything else! If life throws me anything else, I’m going to give up.”

I gave her a hug and told her to breathe.

“I know you are struggling and it’s true, you have a houseful of lemons right now. The most important thing you have to do is to breathe. I know it feels like the end of the world but it will get better. I promise you that!”

How do I know? I’m an example of someone who had been through the worst life can throw at you and still survive. Not only survive, but to conquer it head-on. I faced all my fears in the face and said, “Come on, is that the best you’ve got? I’m a daughter of God and am filled with the Light!”

Worrying about what’s going to happen or what’s happening is not the answer. In fact, it only makes it worse.

Breathe. The Universe is taking care of everything else.

Take a minute today and try deep breathing exercises. It can be anywhere (even the washroom). Close your eyes and for one full minute breathe in slowly and breathe out slowly. Let the peace wash over you and cleanse you of all the anxiety/stress building up inside.


Shrouded in Secrets by @KimMcMahill is an Adventurous #Suspense! #books #MFRWAuthor

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Title:    Shrouded in Secrets

Author:  Kim McMahill

Genre:   Adventure/Suspense


Publisher:   Prism Book Group


Book Blurb:

When the massacre of an unarmed South American village, destruction of one of the greatest manmade wonders of the world, and multiple museum thefts occur, an international team is assembled to locate a deadly group of terrorists. The team led by CIA agent, Cash Luker, scours the globe in an attempt to keep ahead of those striving to bring thirteen mythical relics together. As Cash’s team closes in on those responsible for the devastation he must conquer past demons in order to save the woman who has captured his heart, and prevent destruction of legendary proportions.


“Here. Let me check your injuries.”

He nodded, but made no effort to take off the souvenir t-shirt he’d purchased in Mexico to replace the shirt destroyed at Señorita Ruiz’s hacienda.

Olivia eased the shirt over his head and dabbed at the scratches on his chest with a warm washcloth. Not until her fingers began tracing some of the deeper wounds, trying to determine if any debris still remained imbedded that might cause infection, did Cash acknowledge her close proximity. He reached up, grabbed her hand, and brought it to his lips.

He kissed her palm so gently that Olivia could taste his pain. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure why his agony touched her so deeply, but it did. “I’m sorry,” was all she could think of to say, knowing it wasn’t enough.

They sat for several minutes in silence, hand in hand. Olivia hated to free herself from Cash’s warm touch, but she doubted he was ready to talk about Zara, and the guilt and fatigue in his lost eyes tore at her heart.

Olivia stood, easing out of Cash’s grasp. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently maneuvered him back until he lay on the sofa. He didn’t resist as she unlaced his hiking boots and pulled them off, draped a blanket over him, and turned out the lamp. She touched her lips to his forehead and left him alone in the dark with his demons.

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Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. She started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense. Along with writing adventure and suspense novels Kim has also published over eighty travel and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook. Kim has recently relocated to Colorado, and is loving being back in the mountains.


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Bravo and Elphie by Hagit and Or Oron is Simply Delightful! #books #kidlit @ElphieAdventure

Bravo and Elphie


Title:   Bravo and Elphie

Author:  Hagit R. Oron & Or Oron (illustrator)

Genre:   Children’s Picture Books

Publisher:   Oron’s


Book Blurb:                

Bravo, Elphie’s new pet, is stuck on top of the red slide.
Elphie never climbs the red slide. It’s so high, its goes up all the way into the sky. But now he needs to embrace himself and gather up his courage to rescue Bravo. Will he be able to do that?



“Ha ha,” Phante laughed, “your pet is a chicken.”
“That’s not true!” I yelled. “Bravo is not a chicken, he’s a rat!”


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Author Biography:      

Hagit R & Or Oron are a mother and daughter who love to create, imagine, laugh and have fun together.

Hagit R is an electronics engineer. She writes computer code by day, but when she takes off her suit she lets her imagination run wild. Really, it takes her to such weird places, words aren’t able to describe.

Or is a graphic designer by day and an illustrator by night. Imagination is the biggest tool in her toolbox. Really, it’s as big as a continent.

Together they are an undefeatable team. Their mission is to bring joy and happiness to kids and parents all around the world.

How? One picture book at a time.



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New Beginnings by @_Iris_B Will Melt Your Heart #romance #books #MFRWAuthor

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The story is set in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, the most southern state in Australia. A most beautiful place. I went there a few years back and imagined how it would be to live in this city, how to adapt as a “non-local”, and bit by bit I wrote the story of two sisters moving there.

Obviously, I added a little romance into the story as well – so I added Mark and Zach.


This is the second edition of NEW BEGINNINGS.


The story is now a bit sexier and has also received another edit.


Literary Chanteuse’s review: “This author has a way of endearing her characters and it is easy to fall in love with them. An intriguing story with emotion, love and hope.”


Sharon’s review: “This was a very enjoyable read and it left me wanting just a little bit more. I highly recommend it.”


“Other people have to fight battles in their life as well.”

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~~  New Beginnings by Iris Blobel ~~ (2nd Edition)






♥♦♥  SYNOPSIS ♥♦♥

The chance to start life all over with the help of a stranger.


Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to her eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother’s death a few years ago, and it hasn’t been easy. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don’t know and have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator. Settling into their new life, Sophie is still afraid it’s all a mistake.


Mark O’Connor, attorney in Hobart and the bearer of the good news for Sophie and Mia, curses himself for the lack of information about the testator. However, researching the questions gives him an opportunity to see Sophie again, and the more time he spends with the two, the more he realises that his life is missing something. And it’s not his casual lover Linda.


But then there’s Zach, Sophie’s sexy neighbour from across the road… and a very good friend of Clara’s.


Will unravelling the mystery unravel Sophie and Mark’s promise of a future?


♥♦♥ EXCERPT ♥♦♥

Sophie Levesque stared at the attorney in front of her, waiting for some answers. She and her little sister, Mia, had been quietly sitting in Mr. O’Connor’s office for more than half an hour, learning about the details of their inheritance.


Once he was finished, silence hung in the air before she asked with raised eyebrows. “Who?”


“Clara Catherine Bellinger.”


Mia leaned closer to her elder sister and gave a soft tug on Sophie’s shirt. “Who is she?”


Sophie shrugged. “I wouldn’t have a clue.” Then turned her attention back on Mr. O’Connor and asked the same thing. “Who is she?”


The handsome attorney on the other side of the massive desk leaned forward and rested his elbows on it before he started to repeat his earlier speech. Although hearing his words, Sophie still found it all very hard to comprehend. Here she was in this old office, furnished with heavy antique oak furniture, the curtains in a pretty shade of aubergine, and the carpet beneath her shoes thick and warm in a matching shade, hearing about an inheritance from someone she’d never even heard of.


Startled by the subtle sound of the clock chiming across the road, Sophie’s gaze turned to the window, where she saw the post office building across the road. It looked impressive and old. It’d been only a few hours since they’d arrived in Hobart, the most southern capital in Australia, but she already liked it. A lot more than Sydney, the place she’d lived all her life.


Hauled back from her thoughts, she heard Mr. O’Connor say, “I believe she was a distant relative of yours. I’m afraid I don’t have any further details.”


Sophie arched an eyebrow in disbelief, doubting the accuracy of it all. Not only did she try not to question his competence as a lawyer, but she also hoped it wasn’t a dreadful misunderstanding.

With a slight shrug of her shoulder, she asked, “Why not?”


He met her gaze steadily. “Pardon me?”


Sitting up straight, she repeated, “Why not? Why aren’t there any further details?”


He rubbed his chin with his fingers, his unease now obvious, and although she almost felt sorry for him, she tried not to care. She needed to know more. And not just the what, but why and who as well.


Only a week earlier, Sophie had received the call from Mr. O’Connor telling her about an inheritance. Initially, she’d thought it had been a horrible joke when he’d given her details on where to pick up airplane tickets to Hobart. It was important for her to come, he’d explained. Some legality she hadn’t understood. Something about her having to sign documents for the transfer of ownership of some assets. It’d sounded too farfetched at the start, but after some research on the firm with the help of a friend, it sounded valid, and she’d hoped her life was finally turning around for the better.


Iris Blobel 2013



Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.


Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.


Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.




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MRS N’s Favorite Scene: Princess of the Light by @NNP_W_Light #ASMSG #IARTG #MFRWAuthor


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Today I thought it would be fun to share with you an excerpt close to my heart. Mary is still coming to grips with being the Princess of the Light when her best friend, Penny, calls her on the phone. Mary can hear the fear in her friend’s voice and acts out of instinct.

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“Mary, he’s here.” I could hear the fear in her voice, but I was confused.

“Who is?”

Penny went silent, and then whispered, “The demon.” The darkness around her wasn’t an aura. It was an evil presence.

Than. This time, his name did not elude me.

This was who Gabriel had warned me about. It had to be.

I clasped my hand over my mouth as I heard Penny drop the phone. Silence. I had to do something. Suddenly, I knew. With my eyes still closed, I stood up and stomped the ground with my feet. The floor seemed to fall away.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my office. I was face-to-face with Penny. The demon was right behind her, arm tightly around her waist.

My head was spinning and I thought I might pass out. Penny went limp.

Than released her sunken form and pointed a pale, bony finger at me. “You will lose, Princess.”

I sensed righteous anger exploding in my veins, and I instantly flooded the room with purple Light.

Than disappeared before the purple Light reached him.

With the demon gone, I fell to my knees and hugged Penny tight. The purple Light infused Penny and her eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, Mary!” Penny was breathless and began rubbing the back of her head.

I exhaled shakily, glad that Penny was okay. The demon hadn’t killed her. Either way, seeing my friend in the arms of such an evil being had made my heart nearly stop cold.

“Are you alright, Penny?” I tried to calm my voice down. Instead, my hands started to shake, too. The aftermath of trauma, no doubt.

Penny nodded. “Mary, what happened?”

I didn’t know how much to tell her. I was in my office the one minute, screaming, and the next minute I was here in this office. I shook my head, didn’t know how to answer Penny’s question.

“I am not a hundred percent sure, Penny. What do you remember?” Maybe Penny didn’t remember anything. Maybe that was for the best.

Penny looked away and made an effort to sit up. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her upright. Penny said she felt dizzy again, but we managed to make it to a chair. Then, Penny reached for her pink water bottle sitting on the desk and took a drink.

“Just that I called you to tell you about my dream. How I totally believed you as being the Princess of the Light… Then, I saw that demon guy.” Penny paused and closed her eyes. So much for not remembering.

She opened her eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry, Mary, I don’t remember anything after that.”

“I remember seeing you in a vision and then seeing the demon behind you. I screamed, closed my eyes, and prayed. When I opened my eyes, I was here with you.” I held my breath to see if Penny would believe me.

Penny smiled at me and said with a wink, “It’s been quite an afternoon!”

I hugged my friend. “I am so incredibly glad that you are okay, Penny.” I straightened up and began to feel a little dizzy, too.

I closed my eyes and reached my hand out to steady myself. The desk wasn’t there and I felt the blackness take over. I felt like I was falling, but I was too weak to fight it, so I gave in to the feeling and realized that I was fainting.

I never faint.

My eyes fluttered open after a moment and I was disorientated. Where was I? I looked around and finally realized I was back at my office, sitting in my own chair. I leaned back in my chair and noticed the phone was still clutched in my left hand.

Had it only been a vision?

Dizziness flooded my head. I sat straight up in my chair and focused my vision on the phone. The dizziness soon subsided and I put the receiver back down.

I glanced up to see that it was five minutes after four. I sighed and reached for my purse. Time to go home.




Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth–Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer’s army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It’s getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer’s second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help.

Joe Deacons is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he’s the Warrior of Light–the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness.

Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself. When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her. But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world?

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N. N. Light is the husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N.

Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

They’re blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG, Independent Author Network and Marketing for Romance Writers.

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Even Elvis Embraced His Flaws… You Can Too! #inspiration #motivation #affirmations

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Do you love your flaws or do you do whatever it takes to hide them?

In the age of the “selfie”, more and more people are becoming obsessed with their looks. I read an article recently talking about Insta-Glam. Followers of Instagram/Facebook/Snapchat are glamming up and using filters to look perfect. This makes me sad and it got me thinking about flaws.

When I was in my teen years, I was obsessed with looking good. I was struggling with my weight and did whatever I could to hide it. I wore attractive clothing and switched to contact lenses. Did it make me happy?

Honestly, no. I still didn’t feel beautiful because every time I looked in the mirror, I saw my flaws. It wasn’t until I started loving myself (flaws and all) did I feel beautiful.

Today is the anniversary of Elvis’ death. Elvis carried an air of confidence that made his appeal universal. I often watched his movies and listened to his music in my youth, wondering how he made it look so easy. It surprised me to learn that one of his flaws was stage fright.

Did that stop Elvis?

No, he embraced his flaws and learned to make his stage fright work for him and those around him.

Love your flaws for they are a part of you and they are what makes you beautiful! Just like there are no two snowflakes that are the same pattern, we are all unique and equally beautiful!


Best #Mystery of 2016: Cries in the Wind by Judy Bruce #suspense #bookreview

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Title: Cries in the Wind (Wind Series, #3)

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Fiction, Mystery, Suspense


Book Blurb:

The third story in the Wind Series finds Megan stirred by the mystery of two strangers and the unsolved murders of two local women from decades past. Pregnant yet haunted, Megan summons the help of close family and friends then plunges into an investigation which uncovers deceit, revenge, and betrayal. As Megan nears the truth, she and her crew become endangered by the killer. When Megan persists, she faces disastrous consequences.


My Review:

This is the best book Judy Bruce has written and I couldn’t put it down!


In book three of the Wind series, Megan is pregnant and trying to come to grips with what just happened (book 2 – Alone in the Wind). She’s troubled by past transgressions and just when she thinks she’s got a handle on things, she hears two females crying in the wind.


Back in 1968, there was a brutal double murder. The local police caught someone fleeing the scene but he’s protested his innocence. Now, two of his sons have come to Megan in the hopes she’ll sell the land where the murders took place.


Megan starts to investigate, only to find those closest to her evading her questions. The more she investigates, the more she realizes how deep this goes. Threats are made on her life and even her friends and family aren’t safe. She enlists the help of everyone, including the FBI, and when she finally discovers the truth, tragedy strikes. Can Megan bring the guilty to justice or will she join the Cries in the Wind?


This is, by far, the best Wind book and kudos to Bruce for creating a mystery/thriller so intense I was white-knuckling my tablet as I read it. An intricate plot with multiple angles and twists, Cries in the Wind is superb! I loved Megan and I connected with her on so many levels. She and I were of the same feeling when it came to her husband and I gave Megan an invisible high-five when she came to her decision.


I also loved the sub-plots with the minor characters (Megan’s friends and family). I won’t give anything away but I became more attached to her posse (as I call them) than in the previous two books. I was actually sad when the book ended. I wanted more! Lol!


If you’re looking for a mystery/thriller, pick this up immediately! You’ll love it! I can’t wait for the next in the Wind series.


Favorite Character:

Megan. She’s one tough cookie and in this book, everything she loves and holds dear is put on the line, including her own life. Yet, she doesn’t back down. I want her as my friend, that’s for sure, and I have to try those Bourbon Floats.


Favorite Quote:

“What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just be a pregnant attorney? I sighed as I folded my arms across the menu I’d memorized two years ago.” — Megan

My Rating:  5+ stars


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Beth and JD’s Love Story as Told by @RuthACasie #romance #TuesdayBookBlog #books

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Title: I’ll Be Home for Christmas from Timeless Moments—The Final Chapter

Author: Ruth A Casie

Genre: Contemporary Romance


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Beth Alexander, best-selling romance writer, has lost her muse, her fan base, and maybe the loyalty of her beloved agent. Sales of her new release plummet on the best seller list, and her contract with her publisher is in jeopardy. A heat-of-the-moment social media comment about a rival author goes viral, and not in a good way. No one knows that the rival author is the stuff male cover models are made of, least of all Beth Alexander. She heads home to Havenport, Rhode Island for a Christmas book signing, and a chance to lay low and let the storm pass.


Beth’s chance encounter with a handsome, witty stranger has her heart racing, and her muse seemingly back. But, will the new story line she’s created save her career? Or will her handsome savior betray her and turn out to be her worst nightmare?


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“Excuse me,” the librarian announced. “Please finish up. The library closes in fifteen minutes.”

Six o’clock. Research was a singular process for him. The solitude good for concentration, but isolating. These past few hours sitting across from Beth were comfortable and productive. He’d filled up pages in his notebook. He glanced at her. She pulled the newspaper out of her shoes.

“Here, let me help you with that.” He took the shoes out of her hand. Kneeling in front of her he grasped the heel of her foot. The intimate touch had him breathing hard. It made her giggle.

His face turned up, one eyebrow raised.

“I haven’t played Princess of the castle since I was a kid and my brother got too old to play the Prince. We’d use Mom’s clear plastic high heels for glass slippers.” She let out another giggle, which got her a loud shush from Wilma.

She had no idea how her unassuming joy and the intimate touch affected him. He slipped the boot on her. “Ah, m’lady you must be the Princess.” He stood and gave his best attempt at a courtly bow before he formally offered her his hand and helped her to her feet.

She stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her neck flushed and when he gazed into her eyes intelligence and friendship stared back at him. That was something to build on.

The moment passed and she broke away, gathered her things, and stepped over to Wilma’s desk to check out the armful of books she’d accumulated. Finished with Wilma, she headed to the door.

He packed his things and returned his books to the cart. Out of the corner of his eye he admired the sway of her hips and shape of her leg. She was dynamite in those high heel boots but in this weather she’d kill herself. He straightened his shoulders and stepped up beside her at the library door, ready to leave.

He followed her gaze out the glass door. There had to be six inches of snow on the ground.

“I have to get to the Inn,” she murmured. The rumbling of a motor and loud scraping sound caught his attention. Through the falling snow, yellow lights flashed and the snowplow came into view. The lumbering truck pushed the snow aside, clearing the street down to the asphalt. It moved slowly past the library.

“If we follow behind the plow you might be able to save your shoes,” he said.

“Or else we’ll have to come back and borrow Wilma’s spray.” He smiled at the trace of laughter in her voice.

He opened the door for her. The air smelled frosty and cold, but close to her the scent of vanilla and spice captured his attention. He helped her off the curb.

No way would she be able to navigate the slick surface wearing those boots with all she carried. He slung her computer bag over his shoulder and took half of her research materials.

A tentative step and she slid on the slippery street. He put his free arm around her and tucked her into his side for safekeeping. “Ready?” he asked her. She nodded and they followed the snowplow, creating a small parade.

“I was thinking about what you mentioned earlier regarding a woman’s sexuality. Men think differently than women,” she said. “A woman’s sexual turn-on is more complicated than a man’s.” He fumbled with the books he held. Her words froze in his brain.

“You mean women don’t think about sex as…enthusiastically as men?” This wasn’t new to him. Every guy knew women weren’t instantly turned on. But he’d never philosophized about or discussed sex. Not with a woman.

Beth’s voice dropped to an intimate whisper. With her tucked close to his side, her fragrance, and talking sexual attraction had him breathing hard. He wanted to take her in his arms and find out how soft and delicious her lips tasted.

“Oh, women are enthusiastic but we need… a plot, like a novel,” she blurted.

The idea clicked in his mind. “Ah, romance, a build-up—”

“Yes. It’s the anticipation, even for a casual encounter.”

Now it made sense. Clinically speaking, the build-up gives a woman time to receive and interpret the message on an intellectual level, then send the signal to her body parts for arousal.

“I understand. A woman has to connect with a man to have sex, while for a man, sex is the connection.” She stopped and gazed at him with those big brown eyes. He wondered if his signal was getting through to her. His heart pounded against his chest loud enough for her to hear. A wind swept down the street and she shivered.

“Jeez, you’re cold.” He pulled her closer and moved them on.

They entered the Inn. The blast of heat from the fireplace defrosted him as he stamped the snow off his shoes. She did the same. He stared at her boots.

“They seem fine,” she said. He escorted her upstairs, still carrying her computer bag and books.

“I had a great afternoon. You don’t have to walk me to my room,” she said as they climbed the stairs. He gazed at her flushed face, not sure if it was pink from the cold or the closeness they established.

As she opened her door, he pulled the computer off his shoulder and placed it inside. Before he could say a word, she put her lips on his. They were soft and inviting. Better than he anticipated. He deepened the kiss not knowing where this would lead and not caring until the sound of feet tramping up the stairs reached his ears. They broke apart.

“I better go. Thanks.” She slipped inside. The latch closed with a click.

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Title: The Games A’Foot from Welcome to Havenport

Author:  Ruth A. Casie


Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense


Book Blurb:

Did you hear Beth Holmes and JD Watson are in town? Will sparks fly? Only if it’s the ones between these two lovebirds. Pick up autographed copies of their latest best sellers at their tent. Now those two should craft a book together. He writes compelling mystery and her steamy stuff is to die for. Adventure on the horizon? Who knows…maybe The Game’s AFoot.


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Delicate white curtains danced as a warm summer breeze filtered through several open windows. The fresh smell of the salt air and rhythmic pounding of the surf provided a soothing backdrop. Bittersweet Jack, the last book in the Jack Daniel series, rested in her lap. Her hand traced the familiar face on the back of the dust cover. Author JD Watson. The JD Watson. Her JD Watson.

“I’m glad this class is over. I’m eager to write our own story.” Jarred’s warm whiskey voice set loose butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. Did he mean their collaboration on the new mystery series or their own blooming romance? She put the book aside on a stack of papers, sank back into the overstuffed club chair, and picked up a glass of sweet iced lemonade from the side table.

A candid picture of the family and Jarred taken last Christmas caught her attention. Her sudden fall off the best-seller list in December, and the cancellation of the next book in her Jo Dee series, had flushed her career down the toilet. How easily she’d blamed everyone, even top-selling author JD Watson. That was until Jarred stepped into her life, but that’s another story.

“How soon will you be here?” No reason to hide her eagerness. They were past playing games.

“I’m on my way to meet Matt Lyons for a quick cup of coffee before I leave. I should be in Havenport in time to take you to dinner.”

“Take me,” she half teased in a soft and seductive voice. “Afterward we’ll have a quiet meal here.”

“Sounds inviting.” The voice on the other end was soft, male, and mellow. “I may sign up to teach another master’s class in New York City if I can expect this type of welcome home.”

“Not an option.”

Jarred’s soft chuckle, the one that drove her crazy from the roots of her hair to her girlie parts, washed over her in a rush of heat.

She shared him with his students and suffered through the past three weeks without him. Now she wanted him to herself. Dinner on the patio with soft music and a glass of wine by the fire pit sounded heavenly. She could be the appetizer or dessert. Perhaps both. The playful idea, along with the expectation of his tender touch, made her melt into the soft cushions. She tried to remember which store displayed the cute peach silk chemise that revealed enough skin to drive him crazy. It would come to her. “Say hello to Agent Matt for me.” Beth abandoned the chair for the window.

She looked at the wind sock in the yard, the wisp of the clouds in the July sky, and the full sails of the boats as they tacked offshore. Everything reinforced why she loved Havenport. The town was perfect. The house was perfect. Jarred was perfect.

“When will Matt be back to Havenport? I want to introduce him to Bernice. She’ll be here tomorrow. It’s time my sister catered more than other people’s weddings.” Mrs. Bernice Lyons. That would be perfect.

“Your sister is awesome and not only because she concocts the best hamburger I ever ate, but let’s not have them marching down the aisle before they meet.”

“I’ll try to contain myself.” Hamburger. For pity’s sake. The Kobe beef burger topped with exotic truffles on a brioche bun sold for one hundred fifty dollars at one of Boston’s top restaurants.

“Contain yourself. You? I’ll believe that when I see it,” Jarred muttered. “What’s on your agenda today, besides writing?”

“I don’t know why I let the town council talk me into co-chairing the July Fourth celebration.” Her biting tone wasn’t meant to deceive him. She was very aware why she agreed. The offer at Christmas played to her wounded ego.

“They convinced you Beth Alexander would draw more people than last year’s co-chair. Even Jean agreed.”

“Yeah, easy for Jean to say. She’s my agent with no idea what it takes to run an event like this. More to the point, she’s not in Havenport herding cats. So why am I doing this?”

“Because you love it. You whip up people with your passion. That’s how you convinced me to do the book signing with you at the fair tomorrow.”

“If I remember correctly, I ‘whipped you up with my passion’ quite nicely before you left. You didn’t complain.” Images of their last night together flashed in her mind. They’d spent the day at the beach.

He wore his diving brief, which left nothing to the imagination. His broad shoulders, well-defined abs, and trim waist were romance-cover worthy. Dark wavy hair set off hazel eyes, which held a look of warmth and desire. Their lovemaking was more than heart-stopping strokes and touches. Much more. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the porch window to counter the heat threatening to burn her to a crisp.

“You still there, or did I hit a dead zone?”

“I’m here. Lost in the vision of ‘whipping you up.’” She stepped to the side table, breaking the conjured spell, and took a long drink of lemonade. The tartness quenched her thirst, but didn’t satisfy her other craving. That had to wait until Jarred got home.

“Yeah, me, too.” His voice rumbled with a soft, teasing laugh that he usually combined with a smart-ass Bruce Willis smirk.

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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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What Would You Do If You Saw This… #inspiration #kindness #MondayBlogs

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What would you do?

You’re walking into your local grocery store and you see a small boy trying to sell his teddy bear for food. Would you stop and help him or would you keep walking? One man, a police officer, stopped to help and here is the story:

Hungry Ohio boy tried to sell teddy bear for food, police say; parents charged with child endangerment

I read this news story this morning and it made me cry. The poor little boy. But it also made me smile to see the police officer being an angel of kindness and spreading the Light. He helped the boy and his small act of kindness inspires me.

There’s so much evil and darkness in the world and when one person helps another, the Light breaks through. See, kindness is the secret power we all possess and when we use it to help others, we’re superheroes in the eyes of the Universe and the ones we help.

Spread kindness to everyone you meet and embrace your Superhero within!