How Do You Handle Disappointment? Sometimes It’s a Blessing in Disguise #inspiration


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How do you handle disappointment?

 

I’m struggling with disappointment this morning and I must admit it’s a situation dealing with fashion. Back in August, I read about this trend sweeping America called the Ta-Ta Towels. It’s a towel for a pair of well-endowed ta-tas. Women raved about them and knew I had to have it. It was pricy but I figured I was worth it. Two months later, it arrived. I tried it on and was rather disappointed. It wasn’t as advertised and it left a bad taste in my mouth.

 

Disappointment comes in all shapes and sizes. It can be big (didn’t get a promotion, break-up, didn’t get into the school of your choice) or it can be small (like my example above). It doesn’t matter whether its large or insignificant, how we deal with disappointment is what makes the difference.

 

See, I could’ve railed against the company and spew vitriol online yesterday but I didn’t. I truly believe I didn’t get ripped off and I can still get use out of them, especially in the heat of summer. Sure, the elastic is weak and doesn’t provide any support but it’s supposed to keep me cool, not uplifted.

 

I find inspiration in the quote above. Many times throughout my life, disappointment has been a great teacher. It has taught me determination, resiliency and overall a stronger person.

 

So the next time you’re disappointed, ask yourself if maybe your expectations were too high. Flip your perspective and realize that whatever happened may just be a blessing in disguise. The Universe works in mysterious ways. 

 

MRS N

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Not a Gentleman by @LoreenAugeri Blends #historicalromance + #suspense! #books


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Title: Not A Gentleman

Author: Loreen Augeri

Genre: historical romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

When Juliana Stevenson’s father dies under suspicious circumstances, her greedy uncle betroths her and her sister to vile men for his profit. They refuse to be part of his plan, and flee, but her uncle hires an arrogant, demanding man to bring them back.

 

Needing money to care for his brother and sister and repair a manor in disrepair, Nicholas Blackstone agrees to find the women. He captures Juliana but not her sister and imprisons her in his manor until he can discover the whereabouts of her sibling.

 

Juliana’s body calls to Nicholas, but she can never be his — her life is already mapped out. Can they fight the passion pulling them together while her father’s killer stalks them?

 

Giveaway:

Win a copy of Lost Honor by Loreen Augeri (pdf)

 

Enter by leaving a comment below as to what makes a good historical romance.

 

Winner will be drawn Tuesday, October 10th.

 

Excerpt

The small, warm form lay still below him. Had he killed her? No. Her ragged gasps penetrated his fear. Nicholas hadn’t meant to land so hard, but the aggravating chit deserved it. She held a gun on him and threatened to shoot!

 

But she was a woman, and a small one at that. He jumped off her, grabbed her arm, and hauled her to her feet.

 

“Let go…of…me.” She panted as she fought to catch her breath.

 

“Are you hurt?”

 

“I don’t…know. Probably. You pounced on me.” She fought to free herself.

 

He released her. “You had a gun.”

 

Miss Stevenson brushed the dirt from her bodice and skirt. “You tried to kidnap us.”

 

“I wasn’t kidnapping you. I was returning you and your sister to your uncle. He is worried about you.” He strode to one side of the cave and scooped up the gun lying beside the wall.

 

“He doesn’t care for us. His concern is how much money our marriages will bring him.” She examined her palm and winced. “We won’t go back.”

 

“He is your guardian.” He peered at her hands. “You cut yourself.”

 

She glared at him. “It’s your fault, and he’s not my guardian. I am of age.”

 

“Well, Miss Emily isn’t, and he wants you both. Where will your sister hide?”

 

“I have no idea.”

 

She walked away. This female who didn’t reach his shoulder actually walked away. He thought this job would be quick and easy, and he would soon be with his brother and sister with money to start repairing the crumbling estate he inherited, so he could return to the army where he belonged. Where exasperating women didn’t question his orders and answered when asked for information. He ran to catch up and grabbed her elbow. “Where are you going?”

 

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Author Biography:

I have always liked to read and write. As a child, I created stories featuring a young girl and her horse.

 

I started reading historical romances when my children were babies. When my youngest daughter started school, I decided I wanted to write one. At first, to see if I could, later as a hobby, and then seeking publication. Becoming a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hearts Through History, and my local chapter, New England Chapter helped in the process.

 

I live in the Northeast with my husband and two adult daughters and work in my local library. When I am not reading or writing, I enjoy walking, dancing, and spending time at the beach. I am the one under the umbrella, wearing a hat, sunglasses, and tee shirt over my bathing suit. I have my English and Irish ancestry to thank for my white skin that burns easily.

 

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Cold Hearted Vampire by @REMullins #paranormalromance #vampire #giveaway


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Title: Cold Hearted Vampire

 

An icy she-vamp and a red-hot human Detective make for an explosive combination.

 

Author:  R. E. Mullins

 

Genre: paranormal, vampire, romance

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Dr. Michaela Blautsauger, a Nosferatu vampire, is considered an expert in her field of work. However, her skills when it comes to dealing with others and showing emotion is almost non-existent. When Detective Seth Whitehead barges into her lab, she discovers the human is just as interesting as the blood formula she is working on.

 

Seth’s tenacity to find who is committing crimes in Amber Heights pits him against vampire aristocracy as well as Toltec vamps who are nasty to say the least. When the she-vamp he is falling heart over fangs for leaves the country to find the blood plant she needs, he follows and discovers his cold hearted vamp truly has a heart.

 

When they both fall into Toltec hands, Seth knows he will do anything he has to do to keep Michaela from suffering harm. But will he be able to keep his own life in the process?

 

Giveaway:

All International and USA readers are welcome to enter. One International and one USA reader will receive a gift featuring my cover art and a signed copy of their choice of titles from my Blautsaugers of Amber Heights Series.

  • IT’S A WONDERFUL UNDEAD LIFE
  • VAMPIRE IN THE SCRYING GLASS
  • A VAMPIRE TO BE RECKONED WITH
  • COLD HEARTED VAMPIRE

Most readers feel each book can be read as a stand alone. Others feel it increased their enjoyment to start at the beginning and read in sequence.

 

Excerpt:

Again, he would have taken the words at face value, but he was watching extra carefully and caught the slight flexing of her right hand. Those concert pianist length fingers curled into a ball, and her arm twitched. Her fist fractionally lifted from where it had been resting against her side.

 

Pretty sure she was about to hit him, his instincts roared into life. Animalistic reflex, his brain certainly wasn’t involved, had him acting in a way that was both uncharacteristic and spectacularly ill-advised.

 

He grabbed her fisted hand, held it securely as their gazes locked in silent battle. Suddenly, those honeycomb eyes of hers widened and seemed to flare with a flash of unexpected heat. His mind stuttered at the lusty gleam. His brain emptied as his blood flow instantly rerouted to his groin.

 

The next thing he knew, she was in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together. He didn’t remember moving. Hadn’t seen her move either but they were wrapped around each other. Who initiated the kiss ceased to matter as their mouths pressed together. The feel of their lips moving hungrily against each other was overwhelming.

 

He wasn’t sure how long they stood there devouring each other. Licking, nibbling, and sucking at each other’s mouth. It took time for him to become aware of his internal alarm. It started as a low buzz that turned into an insistent squawking until it finally pulled him back to reason.

 

He could no longer ignore the fact he’d stepped over the line.

 

Riding hard on the heels of that thought came the knowledge he was committing professional suicide. Breathing hard, he dropped his arms. His right hand had been buried in her hair at the back of her head and the left had held her torso firmly against him. Taking a step back, he added another for good measure.

 

Michaela leaned against the doorjamb, her own breathing sounded unsteady. Her fingers rising to press against swollen lips. Lips that trembled slightly.

 

Yet, when she spoke her tone was more bemused than upset, “What was that for?”

 

“I don’t know,” his shoulders shifted. He didn’t want to admit he felt just as confused as she sounded. “It seemed a better idea than punching you or allowing you to punch me.”

 

The lines in her forehead deepened as she appeared to carefully weigh his words, “You were wrong.” With that stark announcement, she shut the door, and this time he felt relief as it closed.

 

Buy Links:    Amazon  The Wild Rose Press

 

Robin Mullins

 

Author Biography:  R. E. Mullins has returned to her old stomping grounds in the beautiful         southwestern part of Missouri. Over the years she has also resided in Oklahoma, Michigan, and Colorado. After earning her B.A. at MSSC and raising three wonderful children, she worked as a phlebotomist and assisted in the Adult Phlebotomy Continuing Education Course at Ozark Technical College. Now she devotes her time to writing and caring for her mother.

 

Social Media Links:  remullins.com

 

 

Her General in Gray by @LNightingale #ParanormalRomance #Giveaway #romance


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Title – Her General in Gray

Author – Linda Nightingale

Genre – Paranormal Romance

Publisher – The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb —

Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.

 

John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.

 

After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?

 

Giveaway –

Win a poster of Her General in Gray (US only)

 

To enter, answer the following question using the comment box below:

 

If you had a Civil War ghost living in your house, would you try to co-habitat with it like Autumn or would you cast him/her out?

 

Winner will be drawn on Tuesday, October 10th.

 

Excerpt —

Autumn climbed the stairs to the dusty attic.  No trepidation followed her. Since she’d moved into the house, she’d planned an excursion into its past.  For some reason, her irritating spook had been absent this morning.  She had to admit that she missed having her coffee poured and a nice good morning greeting when she forced her eyes open, but she was now on an adventure that she’d rather not share.

 

She rambled around, stirring up a cloud of centuries old dust, and in the corner she found a lovely old leather trunk with the brass lock open.  Cautiously because of its age, she lifted the top and gazed at a stack of women’s clothing, surprisingly intact.  With careful fingers, she lifted a beautiful dress and held it up to her. The billowed sleeves were short and a shawl collar finished the bodice.  Strings of pearls tucked the emerald overskirt over a beige embroidered underskirt.  If she weren’t afraid of damaging the garment, she was sure she could fit into it.  The full skirt would accommodate her hips and the tiny waist looked as if it would close around her. The romantic she chained deep inside warmed her. What would it have been like to have lived in that elegant time?

 

In an age of smart phones and tablets, she stood for a moment contemplating the past.  The temptation was almost too much for her, but she’d started to fold the dress back into its resting place when a hand landed on her shoulder.

 

Sib’s voice was soft and tender. “The dress belonged to my mother.  She wore it at a ball before the war.  It appears to be in passable condition. Why don’t you try it on?  I’ve imagined you so attired.”

 

“I’m a Northerner, remember? I’m surprised you offer your mother’s gown to me.” She turned, the green frock draped over her arm. “Where have you been anyway?”

 

“Here. All the time. I was simply playing along with your game of asking for my disappearance.”

 

She stiffened. “Don’t play games with me.  My mother used to do that. It was disturbing and hurtful to a child.”

 

“You reveal more of yourself every moment, and I’m enjoying getting to know you.  Very well, I’ll share something about me.  My father—what do you call it today?—cheated on my mother. More than once.. I’d hear her crying at night. Thus, I would have been true to my wife.” Eyes sad, he nodded at the dress.  “I’d like to see you in that, Autumn.  We are becoming friends. She would have approved.  I’ll assist with the buttons.”

 

“Turn your back. I’ll have to get undressed.” She motioned at him. “I’ve no desire for a ghost to see me in my bra and panties.”

 

He chuckled, his big grin enticing. “Such modesty. Actually, I was anticipating that view.  Anyway, I’ve seen you in your underwear before.”

 

“You Peeping Tom!” She accused, shaking a fist at him.  “Will I have no privacy? Do you follow me to the bathroom, too?”

 

“No, Ma’am.”  He shook his head, his hair moving in soft waves.  “I was simply in my bedroom when you changed into your nightgown.”

 

“It’s not your bedroom. This is my house, and don’t you forget it.” She glared at him.

 

He snapped a smart military salute. “Yes, commander.”

 

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Linda Nightingale

 

Author Biography —

Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

 

 

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She retired from a career as a retired legal assistant, just joined the Houston BMW Club, and the stars in her crown—two wonderful sons. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation with fine taste in expensive horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

 

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LNightingale

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Web Site:  http://www.lindanightingale.com – Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.

Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/ – Lots of interesting guests & prizes

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Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Linda-Nightingale/e/B005OSOJ0U

 

 

Circumstances of Childhood is a Brand-New Release by @HowellWave #RRBC #99cents #books


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Title Circumstances of Childhood

Author John W. Howell

Genre Family Life, Fiction

Publisher Keewaydin Lane Books

 

Book Blurb

When a former pro football star and broadcaster, now a Wall Street maven is accused of insider trading, will he be able to prove his innocence and expose those who are guilty?

 

Greg and his boyhood pal dreamed of big success in professional football and then later in business. Greg was the only one to live the dream. Now the founder of an investment fund Greg is faced with a routine audit finding by the SEC. The audit points to irregularities and all the tracks lead to Greg. The justice department hits him with an indictment of 23 counts of fraud, money laundering, and insider trading. His firm goes bust, and Greg is on his own.

 

His best friend knows he is innocent but has been ordered under penalty of eternal damnation not to help.

 

If you enjoy stories of riches to rags, redemption, brotherly love, and a little of the paranormal, Circumstance of Childhood will keep you riveted.

 

Excerpt

I look down at my drink and wonder what will happen tomorrow. My daughter Constance wants to come and visit. She lives in New York, and before all hell broke loose, we didn’t see each other often. I missed her so much, and it seemed as if I had to beg her even to talk on the phone. Now, it’s like she wants to be here every weekend. It’s only an hour’s flight by the shuttle or three by train, so she can come when she wants. I just can’t figure out why she got so clingy. I have my troubles, but it doesn’t have anything to do with her. No use in asking her husband either. Though a nice enough guy, I always wonder if he has someplace important to go when I visit. He never sits still and stays busy on the phone or at the computer. He makes a good living, but it seems a person could take an hour to sit and talk. I’d looked forward to some kind of relationship when he and Constance got married. It’ll never happen with him.

 

When I take another pull at my drink, I notice the burn feels less. It happens every time. First sip initiation, I call it. It’s like the first puff of a cigarette, hits hard then, after, nothing. I decide to let Constance pretty much have the agenda tomorrow. She and I have not had a chance to talk about anything deep for a while. It could just be that she blames me for her mother running off with that guy with the house on the Hudson. He has a title, and the old gal couldn’t resist, but I think the daughter always felt I should have done something. Her mother’s sleeping with another guy and what the hell can I do about that?

 

I’ll just go with the flow. If she wants to go out, we will. If she wants to stay in, we can do that too. I better think about getting some food in the house. Of course, we can always order take out. I need to move on to my drink and let this go. Tomorrow will be what it is. I remember the day she was born. I looked down at her in my arms and promised I would do anything for her. I love her more than life itself, and I hope we can somehow get to the root of whatever’s wrong. She sounded strange on the phone this morning, and I feel helpless to do anything about it. I hope she opens up when she gets here.

 

For some reason, I feel tired. Perhaps I’ll go ahead and finish my drink. Maybe I’ll just go home and forget the burger. First, though, I’ll just shut my eyes for a minute. My hands feel good when I put my head down.

 

“Hey, Greg,” Jerry says. I barely hear him. “What’s the matter? You taking a nap? Greg?” I can feel him shake me, but I have no interest in waking up. His voice gets further away, and I think he says, “Oh, my God, Sophie, call 911, quick.” Now the room goes silent.

 

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https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075SKWHCR/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1505947371&sr=1-1&keywords=Circumstances+of+Childhood

 

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Author Biography

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories.  His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016. The latest Circumstances of Childhood a family life story is available as of October 1st, 2017 All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

 

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

 

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Find Comfort in the Uncomfortable… #inspiration #motivation #TuesdayThoughts


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Find comfort in the uncomfortable…

 

What imagery comes to mind when you read the statement above?

 

For me, it’s all the hard life lessons I’ve learned over the years. It’s stretching my wings into the unknown, not knowing if I’ll be successful or a failure. It’s the heartbreak that ripped my body in two. It’s the leap of faith when I left my family and friend to forge a new life with MR N. It’s every obstacle life has thrown at me and how, with the love and support of MR N, we overcame it together. It’s all the lessons learned that while scary at first, taught me to find comfort in the uncomfortable.

 

No matter what life throws at you, your response determines whether you’ll be courageous or cowering, brave or scared, victorious or defeated. Don’t fear the unknown but embrace it. Open yourself up to a new experience and find solace in the unease. 

 

What do you do when faced with an uncomfortable situation? Share in the comments below.

Not All Dark Heroes Are Bad Boys… Luc (Men of Honor, Book 2) by @LiviaQuinn #romance #books


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Not all tall, dark and dangerous heroes are bad boys…

 

As romance readers, we always hear about the dark heroes, the bad boys, the tortured souls. But what about that guy who fairly shines from within with his easy-going nature, whose values of integrity and honor are so deeply engrained that it isn’t reflected as ego or ulterior motives. This is Luc, the hero of his own book, Luc, Men of Honor, book 2, just released. Luc is one of my favorite heroes in my books. I hope you love him, too.

 

Title: Luc, Men of Honor, book 2

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Contemporary Military Romance

 

 

Blurb:

Was he a hero, or a pretender?

 

The first time Delilah Burke saw Luc was at the crime scene, and she assumed he was a certain type¾tall, dark and dangerous, and a criminal—because he looked the part. She’d been wrong. But since he was dressed like a mercenary and appeared to be aiming his gun at another man and the cashier, how was she to know? Under the circumstances a careful cop doesn’t presume or assume. Del had followed protocol.

 

Luc relaxed as the cop’s boot pressed him down on the grimy floor of the small grocery. But then her cornflower blue eyes peered upside down into his and his stomach lurched. She’d eventually figure out he wasn’t the perp and instead had thwarted the robbery. As he watched the intriguingly beautiful cop command those around her, he decided she was just what he’d been looking for. But Luc’s part-time job required some unusual costumes and equipment. When she found out he was neither a criminal or a hero, would she listen to his proposition?

 

With each day that passes, Del finds the former Naval officer to be almost too good to be true. Then trouble arrives from Luc’s past and Del faces a choice¾believe the evidence against him, or trust her heart.

 

For this week only, the first book in the series, Ridge, Men of Honor will be $0.99 10/1-10/8

 

Get it on all stores https://books2read.com/ridge

 

Excerpt: 

Luc ran his hand through his hair. He’d be glad when this shoot was over. He clomped down the hallway in the heavy boots to his dressing room.

 

“Lu-uc,” Mercy whined, “we could practice during the break.” The damn woman had followed him to the wardrobe room. He sighed. This particular shoot had taken twice as long as others for Roger. He didn’t want the photographer thinking he couldn’t do his job. He was afraid it was going to come to embarrassing the woman—if that was even possible. Who would believe him if he said he didn’t want the attentions of a woman with Mercy’s looks and sex appeal?

 

Mercy’s antics were getting to him more today. And it was Delilah Burke’s fault. Delilah. Her name suited her. He’d only gotten a hint of her beauty in that uniform, but…

 

“Damn it, Mercy.” He’d been trying to get into the wardrobe room, but when the hall emptied she’d twined her arms around his neck from behind and pushed herself against him, rubbing his back with her hard…fake…breasts. With his cheek pressed against the door, he ran through his options.

 

Luc knew enough women that some might consider him an expert. He appreciated and respected them too much to ever use force against one. But Mercy Love was unlike any of the other women in his life, and he was getting desperate. She had him in an awkward position, and she knew it. If she persisted, the only way he’d be able to get her off of him was to toss her against the opposite wall. Then she’d make a scene and accuse him of using his superior strength and size to assault her. He’d heard about her from a friend over at Victor Films. She was trouble. This would be his last shoot with her if he had anything to do with it. “If you don’t leave me be…”

 

“Oh, shut up, Luc. You’ve been making eyes at me, rubbin’ that hard body against mine. I know you want this.” Her hand moved down to cup his groin.

 

He reached down and grabbed her wrist. “Enough. I mean it.”

 

She ignored him, grinding her pelvis against his butt. “Oooh, the big man wants me to beg. Pleeaase, Luc. I can have you begging for it in just ten minutes. Give me a chance, please,” her voice whined and her other hand roamed.

 

The bitch was too much. “I’m. Not. Interested.” He spun her around and crossed his arms over her chest, his only option, but a big mistake.  Now his groin was taking the abuse, and much as he was becoming disgusted with himself, he was aware that only a dead man would be able to remain unaffected by her antics. He was stronger than her, though. He should be able to end this somehow.

 

“Uh, excuse me. Do you know where I might find Luc Larue?”

 

Luc stilled. But Mercy was good on the fly. She jerked a hand free and then it was in his hair. “Luc, honey. I know you want me bad, but a ten-minute break just isn’t enough time to do a girl justice. Let me go freshen up and we’ll take this up after the shoot.”

 

Luc released her wrist and all five-nine of lusciousness slithered away. Like a snake in Regency clothing.

 

Delilah Burke stood in the hallway in her cop uniform staring first at the woman flouncing away and humming. Then she turned narrowed eyes on him.

 

“Well. That was certainly…”

 

“Shocking?” Luc asked, resigned.

 

“Entertaining,” she said.

 

“Embarrassing,” he said.

 

She raised one eyebrow. “I’m not embarrassed.”

 

Luc, Men of Honor book 2, was previously published as Hard Days Knight but the series has been rebranded to better focus on the heroes and heroines commitment to country and community.

 

 

Buy Links: https://books2read.com/luc all stores

 

Livia Quinn

 

Author Biography:

Livia Quinn grew up in D.C. going to Redskins and University of Maryland games with her daddy. She was transplanted to the south and has written twelve books on the bayou where she gets substantial fodder from the Louisiana culture and weather. She is protected from the bears, alligators and snakes by her husband and their feisty Pomeranian aka Dusty the Cajun husky.

 

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Roughing It in the Bush by Susanna Moodie is a Must-Read #bookreview #memoir #TuesdayBookBlog


Roughing it in the Bush

 

Title: Roughing It in the Bush

Author: Susanna Moodie

Genre: Memoirs, Biographies, Canadian History

 

Book Blurb:

In 1832, Susanna Moodie immigrated to Canada from Britain with her husband and daughter in search of comfort and independence in the unsettled Canadian backwoods.

 

She went on to chronicle her experiences in this personal, accurate, and often humorous account.  This Norton Critical Edition of Roughing It in the Bush provides everything that a student needs to analyze and enjoy Moodie’s tale.

 

A thorough “Backgrounds” section includes images, a map, contemporary reviews of Roughing It, and letters written by Moodie to her husband during the winter of 1839, at which time he was serving a military appointment in the Victoria District and she and her children were facing life-threatening illnesses.

 

“Criticism” contains ten essays by leading Canadian scholars and authors, among them Margaret Atwood, Carl Ballstadt, D. M. R. Bentley, Susan Glickman, and Michael Peterman.

 

A Chronology of Susanna Moodie’s life and a Selected Bibliography are also included.

 

My Review:

A timeless book that is beautifully written and each story is either led by or accompanied with terrific poetry.  Susannah Moodie was a settler in Upper Canada in Pre-Confederation days.  The interesting thing is that this book is relevant to anyone in North America. The shared history of moving to a new world and starting off roughing it in the wild is one that has been experienced in North America for nearly 500 years.

 

The writing of Moodie is brilliant and you can really feel what living in that time and in those conditions, was like.  She has a way of describing her surroundings and the people she meets with such clarity; your mind easily envisions it.  A fantastic read that everyone should enjoy.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Roughing-Canadian-Library-Susanna-1989-06-01/dp/B01I25KUC2/

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/162862.Roughing_It_in_the_Bush

 

Author Biography:

Susanna Moodie (born Strickland; 6 December 1803 – 8 April 1885) was an English-born Canadian author who wrote about her experiences as a settler in Canada, which was a British colony at the time.

 

Reviewed by: Mr. N

 

Go Out Into the World Today and Spread Love! #inspiration #motivation #MondayBlogs


Light Mother Teresa

 

Love one another.

 

This simple statement is burning in my heart as I read the horrific account of the terrorist shooting in Vegas last night. More than 50 dead and more than one-hundred injured. A white American planned and executed fellow Americans who were listening to music at a festival.

 

Where’s the love for our fellow men and women?

 

There’s many people who say that if we had bigger and badder weapons, those people could’ve defended themselves. But it’s that attitude of violence begets more violence that is exact opposite of how we need to respond. Instead of violence, let’s love each other, seeking understanding through talking not guns.

 

Go out into the world today and love the people you encounter. Smile, spread the Light that’s inside you and let kindness guide you. Mother Teresa had it right with her quote above. When you love one another, hatred and fear wave the white flag in defeat. 

 

I love you all and hope you have a safe Monday!

 

MRS N

Relaunch Party: For Their Sins by @Rtranbooks #paranormal #fantasy #IARTG


For Their Sins

 

Title: For Their Sins

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy

Publisher:  Hoffman & Hoffman

 

Book Blurb:

For Their Sins is a first-person narrative following the life of a very unconventional 300 year old vampire. Alexandria Diego was born in 1707 as a Venandi, a descendant of angels. Her people were charged by God to send the worst sinners to judgment. That included the soulless Mordere that are turned into vampires by more traditional means. Although Alexandria chose the path of the hunter she always longed for a quiet life. Destiny had other plans. One simple choice irrevocably changed Alexandria’s life and soon all of her people knew her name. When a war broke out between her people and the Mordere Alexandria suddenly became her people’s last hope of survival. Alexandria is lost and confused under the sudden weight. After agonizing over the problem she faces it head-on. But when her true love is captured by the enemy nothing will stand in her way of getting him back. The only question is: is it too late?
Contains Mature Content

 

Excerpt:

Anya was waiting for me when I entered the room, lounging on a velvet sofa with silk pillows, looking rather pale. Her deep brown curls were only half pinned up the rest spilled over her breasts that were bound in a tightly laced black corset. She wore black well cut pants and low-heeled boots. A gleaming sword lay within easy reach, but her feet were up on a stool and she showed no sign of getting up as I approached. “Alexandria,” she said in greeting as if we were old friends.

 

“Anya,” I replied with contempt.

 

“You look a little out of breath perhaps you’d like a seat.”

 

“I thought that was the point of five ill trained goons, to wear me out. Why offer a seat now?”

 

“A show of hospitality.” She shrugged.

 

“Where is he, Anya?” I nearly growled.

 

She gave a cruel smile “The Venandi you knew no longer exists.”

 

“I know you’ve tainted him I don’t care.”

 

“He’s under my control. It’s my blood he craves and my bed he wants.”

 

“Give him back you cold hearted witch.”

 

“Tsk tsk, Alexandria. We are matriarchs of our peoples to fight over one male seems pointless.” Anya said as if bored.

 

“You did this to draw me out. Now I’m here, so let’s get this over with.” I demanded.

 

She was on her feet with sword drawn every bit as fast as a Venandi. “As you wish.”

 

We fought endlessly back and forth neither of us gaining or losing ground. The sound of metal clashing became a metallic hum in the air that sang to me, focusing my thoughts. In the midst of it all, I found him, my love, my match. I called out to him with my thoughts and felt him approach although, the reason felt wrong and it worried me. What if it were true? What if he was lost to me?  Then he came into the room and I knew the truth. Anya moved into my guard and her sword cut my side. My sword fell. She grabbed me.

 

As Anya’s teeth sunk into my throat I heard him call my name “Alexandria, NO!” My eyes slid closed as a tear slid down my cheek.

 

This was the turning point for me and my people. But you must know what I am and what I have lived through to understand what I did, why I would risk everything, including myself for one male. I am Alexandria Diego and this is my story.

 

 

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Rebecca Tran is a hybrid author and blogger with three award-winning novels. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. Rebecca is also a pharmacist, wife, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

 

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A Must Read for Fans of Love — Poetry of Love is on Sale This Weekend Only! #99cents #IARTG


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Poetry, especially love poetry, is nothing more than emotions on a page. Poems don’t have to follow certain rules or format, just honest and truthful. During our engagement, Mr. N worked 18 hours a day and we didn’t get a chance to see each other much. I’d miss him and after the millionth time of letting him know I wished we could spend more time together, he wrote this poem:

 

Our Love

 

Our love exists in so many ways

Even when parted I feel you

I long for your gaze

Knowing our love is true.

 

When in the heaven of your arms

I feel our love’s warmth surround me.

 

Your grace, beauty and charm

Leave me gasping breathless in serenity.

 

The pureness, sweetness and sincerity

Our so perfect love

Oft compels me to my knees

To thank our Lord above

For our love.

 

Pretty amazing, huh? We’re examples that true love, courtship and soul mates exist and this book is a collection of honest-to-goodness poems Mr. N wrote to me. It’s not fancy prose but naked emotion about our engagement and our journey from girlfriend/boyfriend to wife/husband.

 

New Review:

“What a touching book of love. The poetry is heartfelt and full of love. Each one shows how much he was looking forward to his future with her. The poems are in freestyle and are direct from the heart. A must read for fans of love. It will make you jealous that your husband to be didn’t write all these wonderful words about you and your future.” – M. Fullington (Amazon)

 

Consider our collection of love poetry. It’s a modern-day courtship, 100% honest and for this weekend only, 99 cents!

 

Title: Poetry of Love: The Engagement Year

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Poetry, Love Poetry

 

Book Blurb:

Amazon #1 Best-Seller and Hot New Release

 

I had been searching for love my whole life. It took the opening up of the world via technology for me to find my soulmate. Once I laid eyes on her, at the arrivals gate, I knew I was never going to let her go. The following is a collection of poems I wrote to my angel, from our first meeting up until our wedding day. I was working crazy hours as a chef and I had a long commute. I chose my commuting time to pen her a poem each day. These poems speak of our life, our challenges and our growth together…in every aspect they speak of our love.

 

May this book give someone the courage to let their special someone know how much they care for them and how much they mean to them. Saying I love you is a gift you can give many times a day.

 

Buy Links:

99 cents:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Poetry-Love-Engagement-N-Light-ebook/dp/B01M13IKRH

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32054659-poetry-of-love

 

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It’s #BannedBooksWeek and Mrs. N Shares Her Top 10 Banned #Books! #FridayReads #YA #fiction


Banned Books Week

 

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. This week, the book/reading community has been celebrating and promoting Banned Books Week. What is it? It’s simply a week to recognize and spotlight those books that are deemed to be inappropriate to read. According to the American Library Association, hundreds of books are removed or challenged from schools and libraries. It’s censorship at its worst and I won’t stand for it anymore. Every person, no matter the age, has the right to read. I’ve had the pleasure to read several banned books and it honestly opened my eyes to the world and to life experiences I will never have to go through. Here are my top ten banned/challenged books and why I believe they’re must-reads:

 

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Fifty years ago, Madeleine L’Engle introduced the world to A Wrinkle in Time and the wonderful and unforgettable characters Meg and Charles Wallace Murry, and their friend Calvin O’Keefe.

 

When the children learn that Mr. Murry has been captured by the Dark Thing, they time travel to Camazotz, where they must face the leader IT in the ultimate battle between good and evil―a journey that threatens their lives and our universe.

 

A Newbery Award winner, A Wrinkle in Time is an iconic novel that continues to inspire millions of fans around the world. This special edition has been redesigned and includes an introduction by Katherine Paterson, an afterword by Madeleine L’Engle’s granddaughter Charlotte Jones Voiklis that includes photographs and memorabilia, the author’s Newbery Medal acceptance speech, and other bonus materials.

 

A Wrinkle in Time is the winner of the 1963 Newbery Medal. It is the first book in The Time Quintet, which consists of A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Many Waters, and An Acceptable Time.

 

A Wrinkle in Time is soon to be a movie from Disney, directed by Ava DuVernay, starring Storm Reid, Oprah Winfrey, Reese Witherspoon and Mindy Kaling.

 

This title has Common Core connections.

 

Why I love it: This was one of the first fantasy books I read and while there is a “dark entity”, there’s nothing scary or offensive in this book. It’s the whole good versus evil battle to save the world and it’s still one of my favorite fantasy books of all time. The fact that Disney is releasing a movie in 2018 should plainly state that it’s just fine for kids to read and enjoy.

 

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain

THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN is a novel by Mark Twain, first published in the United Kingdom in December 1884 and in the United States in February 1885. Commonly named among the Great American Novels, the work is among the first in major American literature to be written throughout in vernacular English, characterized by local color regionalism. It is told in the first person by Huckleberry “Huck” Finn, a friend of Tom Sawyer and narrator of two other Twain novels (Tom Sawyer Abroad and Tom Sawyer, Detective). It is a direct sequel to The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

 

The book is noted for its colorful description of people and places along the Mississippi River. Set in a Southern antebellum society that had ceased to exist about twenty years before the work was published, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is an often-scathing satire on entrenched attitudes, particularly racism.

 

Perennially popular with readers, ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN has also been the continued object of study by literary critics since its publication. It was criticized upon release because of its coarse language and became even more controversial in the 20th century because of its perceived use of racial stereotypes and because of its frequent use of the racial slur “nigger”, despite strong arguments that the protagonist and the tenor of the book are anti-racist. (more at wisehouse-classics.com)

 

Why I love it: Huck Finn is one of the greatest historical portrayals of 19th century South society I’ve ever read. While millions will point to the language and say it must be pulled off of library shelves and out of school curriculum, I disagree. I first read Huck Finn in the 5th grade and it opened my eyes to what life was like during those times. Yes, the racist language shouldn’t be repeated or said ever again but it is a great history lesson. Twain wrote about life he witnessed and what happens in the book really happened, to a certain extent. Middle grade children and up will find value in reading this and so will many adults. You can’t sweep history under the rug unless you want to repeat it.

 

Of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck

While the powerlessness of the laboring class is a recurring theme in Steinbeck’s work of the late 1930s, he narrowed his focus when composing “Of Mice and Men” (1937), creating an intimate portrait of two men facing a world marked by petty tyranny, misunderstanding, jealousy, and callousness. But though the scope is narrow, the theme is universal; a friendship and a shared dream that makes an individual’s existence meaningful.

 

Why I love it: I first read this when I was eleven. It was a great novel of the Depression, displaying some people’s reactions and the dark side of human nature. The friendship of the two men is the main theme and it is moving. Again, another history tool to show children what life was really like during the 1930’s. I found myself sympathizing with others after reading this book.

 

To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee

Harper Lee’s Pulitzer prize-winning masterwork of honor and injustice in the deep south—and the heroism of one man in the face of blind and violent hatred, available now for the first time as an e-book.

 

One of the best-loved stories of all time, To Kill a Mockingbird has been translated into more than forty languages, sold more than thirty million copies worldwide, served as the basis for an enormously popular motion picture, and was voted one of the best novels of the twentieth century by librarians across the country. A gripping, heart-wrenching, and wholly remarkable tale of coming-of-age in a South poisoned by virulent prejudice, it views a world of great beauty and savage inequities through the eyes of a young girl, as her father-a crusading local lawyer-risks everything to defend a black man unjustly accused of a terrible crime.

 

Why I love it: One of the greatest books ever written, To Kill a Mockingbird tells the story of a young girl, her father, a black man wrongly accused of a horrific crime and the racism prevalent in a small town. I can’t stress this enough: THIS IS A MUST-READ! If you want to understand how evil racism is and how prejudice is a disease that needs to be squashed, read this book. It is told from the viewpoint of an innocent young girl so it is age-appropriate. There is so much honesty and truth in this novel, it’ll change your perception on today’s society.

 

A Light in the Attic, by Shel Silverstein

From New York Times bestselling author Shel Silverstein, the creator of the beloved poetry collections Where the Sidewalk Ends, Falling Up, and Every Thing On It, comes an imaginative book of poems and drawings—a favorite of Shel Silverstein fans young and old. This special edition contains 12 never-before-published poems.

 

A Light in the Attic delights with remarkable characters and hilariously profound poems in a collection readers will return to again and again.

 

Here in the attic you will find Backward Bill, Sour Face Ann, the Meehoo with an Exactlywatt, and the Polar Bear in the Frigidaire. You will talk with Broiled Face, and find out what happens when Somebody steals your knees, you get caught by the Quick-Digesting Gink, a Mountain snores, and They Put a Brassiere on the Camel.

 

Come on up to the attic of Shel Silverstein and let the light bring you home.

 

Why I love it: Really? This is a banned book? Somewhere, Mr. Silverstein is shaking his head sadly. It’s a hilarious book of illustrations and poems. Silly poems. Its message is clear: use your imagination, laugh often and your life will be good. It promotes kindness, goodness and understanding. There’s nothing wrong with that.

 

Lord of the Flies, by William Golding

Since it was first published in 1954, William Golding’s classic debut novel has remained a stark allegory of civilization, survival, and human nature. As dystopian stories like Hunger Games and Battle Royale surge in popularity, this haunting tale of a group of young boys stranded on a desert island still captivates schoolchildren around the world, raising timeless and profound questions about how easily society can slip into chaos and savagery when rules and order have been abandoned.

 

When a plane crashes on a remote island, a small group of schoolboys are the sole survivors. From the prophetic Simon and virtuous Ralph to the lovable Piggy and brutish Jack, each of the boys attempts to establish control as the reality- and brutal savagery-of their situation sets in.

 

A teacher himself, Golding clearly understood how to interest children with a gripping story and strong, sympathetic characters. The novel serves as a catalyst for thought-provoking discussion and analysis of universal issues, not only concerning the capabilities of humans for good and evil and the fragility of moral inhibition, but beyond.

 

The boys’ struggle to find a way of existing in a community with no fixed boundaries invites readers to evaluate the concepts involved in social and political constructs and moral frameworks. Symbolism is strong throughout, revealing both the boys’ capacity for empathy and hope, as well as illuminating the darkest corners of the human spirit. Ideas of community, leadership, and the rule of law are called into question as the reader has to consider who has a right to power, why, and what the consequences of the acquisition of power may be.

 

Often compared to Catcher in the Rye, Lord of the Flies also represents a coming-of-age story of innocence lost.

 

Why I love it: I get why people/parents challenge this book. There’s a whole lot of evil and death that takes place but you have to look at the underlying message: everyone is capable of evil deeds; it all depends on your morality and societal constructs. Survival, community, power and responsibility all play out in this dystopian gem. Children find value in this and maybe if more people read this book, there would be less crime, gangs and criminals.

 

The Face on the Milk Carton, by Caroline Cooney

In the vein of psychological thrillers like We Were Liars, Girl on the Train, and Beware That Girl, bestselling author Caroline Cooney’s JANIE series delivers on every level. Mystery and suspense blend seamlessly with issues of family, friendship and love to offer an emotionally evocative thrill ride of a read.

 

When 15-year-old Janie Johnson sees her own face in the missing children box on a milk carton, her world begins to blur. Was she kidnapped when she was a baby? Who are her parents? And who are Mr. and Mrs. Johnson? Janie’s search for the answers will lead her back 12 years into memories of another house, another family, another life. Her questions threaten to destroy the love she feels for her parents and the security they have given her. But it is a search she cannot ignore.

 

The Face on the Milk Carton has been extremely popular ever since it was first released. An IRS-CBC Children’s Choice Book, it also has been made into a frequently-aired television special.

 

Why I love it: I was shocked to see that one of my favorite books from the 1990’s is a banned book. I guess with the subject matter, people don’t want kids reading this. Listen, I don’t want eight-year-olds reading this either. It’s geared for teens and sheds light on a very real subject matter: child abduction. Back in the late 1980’s, there was a lot of child kidnappings going on. So much so, the government came up with putting missing children’s pictures on milk cartons as a way to catch the kidnappers and bring the children home. This story is based on a real kidnapping. Filled with emotions and capturing what happens to the kids who got abducted, this is a great book. Again, this is shedding light on something American parents had to deal with and important for teens to read about.

 

Goosebumps (series), by R.L. Stine

Discover the original bone-chilling adventures that made Goosebumps one of the bestselling children’s book series of all time! Something scary is happening in GOOSEBUMPS HORRORLAND, the all-new, all-terrifying series by R. L. Stine. Just how scary? You’ll never know unless you crack open this classic prequel! Discover the fan-favorite thriller and chiller that first introduced the world to the wooden face of fear. The puppet who pulls all the strings. None other than Slappy the Dummy! Now with all-new bonus material revealing Slappy’s secrets and more.

 

Why I love it: Oh man, I almost fell out of my chair laughing when I saw this paranormal/horror series was banned/challenged. It’s a bunch of scary stories, like what kids hear around the campfire at summer camp. It’s mostly funny, sometimes scary, horror stories that kids love.

 

The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger

Anyone who has read J.D. Salinger’s New Yorker stories ? particularly A Perfect Day for Bananafish, Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut, The Laughing Man, and For Esme ? With Love and Squalor, will not be surprised by the fact that his first novel is fully of children. The hero-narrator of THE CATCHER IN THE RYE is an ancient child of sixteen, a native New Yorker named Holden Caulfield. Through circumstances that tend to preclude adult, secondhand description, he leaves his prep school in Pennsylvania and goes underground in New York City for three days. The boy himself is at once too simple and too complex for us to make any final comment about him or his story. Perhaps the safest thing we can say about Holden is that he was born in the world not just strongly attracted to beauty but, almost, hopelessly impaled on it. There are many voices in this novel: children’s voices, adult voices, underground voices-but Holden’s voice is the most eloquent of all. Transcending his own vernacular, yet remaining marvelously faithful to it, he issues a perfectly articulated cry of mixed pain and pleasure. However, like most lovers and clowns and poets of the higher orders, he keeps most of the pain to, and for, himself. The pleasure he gives away, or sets aside, with all his heart. It is there for the reader who can handle it to keep.

 

Why I love it: I know most parents shudder when you bring up this book but honestly, this is a must-read for all high-school kids. I read it when I was sixteen and I was a lonely, depressed girl. I was bullied at school and found solace and companionship with Holden. I mean, he talked about the same things I was feeling at the time. Not that I wanted to commit suicide but that life was complicated and I wanted to escape. Holden taught me it was okay to not be happy all the time. He also brought out the poet in me, which I will always be thankful. See, teens just want to know that what they’re feeling is okay, even if it is dark. The point is to not act on the feelings to the point of suicide. I will always be indebted to Salinger for crafting such a complex character.

 

The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold

My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. My mother liked his border flowers, and my father talked to him once about fertilizer. This is Susie Salmon. Watching from heaven, Susie sees her happy, suburban family devastated by her death, isolated even from one another as they each try to cope with their terrible loss alone. Over the years, her friends and siblings grow up, fall in love, do all the things she never had the chance to do herself. But life is not quite finished with Susie yet …The Lovely Bones is a luminous and astonishing novel about life and death, forgiveness and vengeance, memory and forgetting – but, above all, about finding light in the darkest of places. ‘Spare, beautiful and brutal prose …The Lovely Bones is compulsive enough to read in a single sitting, brilliantly intelligent, elegantly constructed and ultimately intriguing’ The Times ‘Moving and compelling …It will put an imperceptible but stealthily insistent hold on you. I sat down in the morning to read the first couple of pages; five hours later, I was still there, book in hand, transfixed’ Maggie O’Farrell, Sunday Telegraph

 

Why I love it: I read this when it came out and I was blown away. Told from the viewpoint of a murdered little girl, she witnesses all facets of her loved ones’ lives. The themes range from grief to forgiveness, from revenge to justice, from coming out of the darkness into the light. A moving book and one that needs to stay on bookshelves, no matter if the subject matter is hard to read.

 

For more information on banned/challenged books click here: http://www.ala.org/advocacy/bbooks

 

What’s your favorite banned book? Share in the comments below. Happy Reading!

 

MRS N, Book Addict

 

Never Forget How Far You’ve Come! #inspiration #motivation #FridayFeeling


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Never forget how far you’ve come!

 

We all go through difficult circumstances; we each have a story to tell. Every obstacle molds us into who we are and who we’ll become.

 

Be proud of yourself and celebrate your perseverance!

 

MRS N

Angels: Who Are They Anyway? A Guest Post by @LNightingale #angels #FridayReads #giveaway


Wings

In my research for Gylded Wings, I discovered a book simply called Angels written by Malcolm Godwin. This book is a wealth of information about the subject, presented in an interesting and witty writing style. Even the character and seals of some of the more famous angels are given, and he goes into detail about questions you didn’t know you had, for instance, the identity of the Watchers or Shining Ones.

Who the hell are they? Choirboys of the Ninth House, aka the Grigori mentioned in the Book of Enoch (another interesting find!), they were angels sent to Earth to teach Man. Unfortunately, they were a little too zealous in the performance of their jobs and taught the use and design of weapons.  There is one mention of them in the Bible, King James Version, in Genesis 6:2: That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.

Have you ever wondered where your guardian angel stands in the heavenly scheme of things? Well, Mr. Godwin can tell you!

According to the Hebrews, the universe is a hierarchy. The Christians adopted this model of the Cosmos in which God is both at the center of the Cosmos and the highest point of the hierarchy. Entities radiate outward from His Presence, some being close to the center while others move further and further away from the Divine Source of Light and Love.

Let’s look at the Nine Choirs of angels:

Highest Triad

  1. Seraphim
  2. Cherubim
  3. Thrones

 

Middle Triad

  1. Dominations
  2. Virtues
  3. Powers

 

Lowest Triad

  1. Principalities
  2. Archangels
  3. Angels

 

Guardian angels would be of the Lowest Triad, therefore, further from the center of the Cosmos and closer to Man himself.

In Gylded Wings, Gyldan opens the story as an angel. When Brit rescues from his own dimension and takes him to Earth, amazing powers manifest. This as well as his appearance lead the angels on Earth, called Guardians, to believe he is of a much higher Order.

Guardians are of the Tenth Order, created after Armageddon to protect Man from the Fallen Angels who’d tried to seize Heaven in the Second War in Heaven.

This is the angel mythos I used in Gylded Wings. There are a lot of angel books, and each author has his/her own take on the lore.

There are three books I recommend to anyone interested in angelic lore or in writing an angel book:  Angels by Malcolm Godwin; Dictionary of Angels; and the thrilling Book of Enoch (an early John Grisham-type novel that is part of the Apocrypha not the Bible) in which the Prophet Enoch goes to a heavenly court to defend the Grigori.

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Blurb

Angels in slavery? Brit Montgomery cannot believe it, until she is sent on a rescue mission to another dimension and witnesses the cruel practice first hand. The angel, Gyldan, is the most beautiful being she’s ever seen. She is drawn to him but sometimes beauty disguises wicked secrets. This man who rocks her world seems more demon than angel.

Gyldan, born into slavery, has one desire—fly free. When he escapes to Earth, he faces an alternate self-realization full of dark glory…and disbelief. Gyldan is bent on experiencing his newfound powers unmindful of the harm to Brit or others.

Confused and hurt by Gyldan’s erratic evil actions, Brit turns away. While Gyldan’s journey of self-discovery pulls him further distant, Brit finds acceptance in a solitary, comfortable life of her own until she realizes the day of reckoning has come. Will Gyldan be her final ruin or has he come back to her with a gift more precious than life itself?

 

Excerpt

The sound I’d anticipated snapped me to attention, a slow, uneven click of high heels halting me in the shadows.

“There you are,” I whispered.

A lone woman staggered into my path. The doomed creature reeked of sex and whiskey.  Whoring and boozing weren’t reasons for a fiery execution, but I saw into her black soul.  Two years ago, she’d tossed her illegitimate child into a garbage dumpster and walked away from the screaming infant without a backward glance.

She’d make an excellent demon.

I stepped free of the darkness.  My hapless quarry glanced up and stumbled to a breathless halt, watching me.  Fearing me.  I laughed at her doe-in-the-headlights expression, lifted my hands, and loosed the power.  Lightning shot from my fingertips.  The white bolts struck, engulfing her.  She twitched and flopped on her feet for a split second.  In a fall of gray snow, she disintegrated.  Humans and angels die differently.  Daniel had perished in a shower of sparks and trail of colored smoke.  Ashes to ashes, the woman had returned to dust.

“See you in Hell.”  I saluted the powder drifting away on an ocean breeze.

Whistling The Devil Went Down To Georgia, I hooked my thumbs in my pockets and continued my journey of self-discovery.  Tonight, I’d already had sex in a bathroom with a married woman, hurt a sweet girl’s feelings, and French-fried a woman.  What else could a devil do on a Friday night?

The Maxwell Fought to Hold Caerlaverock – Their Enemies Had to Destroy It @RuthACasie #books


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“It pulls at my heart with its beauty and purpose. It represents all I hold dear in a person, if that’s possible, heart, soul and strength.”    Laura Reynolds, The Maxwell Ghost

 

I knew I found the right setting for my medieval ghost story when I saw a picture of Caerlaverock Castle.

Reading Caerlaverock’s history I understood why the Maxwell family fought to hold it and why their enemies had to destroy it.

Caerlaverock Castle is a moated castle on the southern coast of Scotland in the Dumfries.  The unique equilateral triangular design and beauty of the castle, from the way it’s sited to its rich history, made Caerlaverock the perfect setting for my stories, The Maxwell Ghost and The Highlander’s English Woman.

There were several original fortifications that preceded the current castle, a Roman fort on Ward Law Hill and a British hill fort that was used until 950.

The earliest mention of Caerlaverock is the 1160s, when the lands were granted to the monks of Holm Cultram Abbey. Sixty years later, in 1220 the lands were granted to Sir John Maxwell by Alexander II of Scotland.

The Maxwell family has owned the Caerlaverock Castle ever since, but not without some intrigue and adventure. The clan leader changed allegiances from Scotland to England several times which resulted in sieges, destruction and rebuilding.

John Maxwell began construction of the first castle at Caerlaverock. A traditional square design with a moat and a north facing bridge, the building was one of the earliest stone castles built in Scotland. Archeologists believe that this castle was never completed when it was abandoned. This castle was built close to the Solway Firth. Built on clay the wood pilings were not able to bear the weight of the structure. In addition, the structure couldn’t be kept dry or comfortable.  Today, the foundations and part of a wooden enclosure around it is all that remains.

Work began on the new castle, six hundred feet south of the abandoned structure in 1260.

Construction on the new (present) castle, on a solid rock outcropping and was completed in the 1270s. The castle’s first occupant was Herbert Maxwell, nephew of Sir John Maxwell.

 

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Caerlaverock was the Maxwell family’s stronghold from the 13th to the 17th centuries. It underwent several sieges over the centuries and was finally abandoned in 1640. The castle has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, but retained its triangular plan.

In 1299, Maxwell forces from Caerlaverock Castle attached the English-held Lochmaben Castle. Edward I retaliated in July 1300 and attacked Caerlaverock with 87 knights and 3,000 men. Eustace Maxwell, the clan chief repelled the English several times. In the end, the garrison surrendered. King Edward was astounded that only sixty men held his army off.

Caerlaverock Castle remained in English hands until 1312 when the castle was returned to Sir Eustace Maxwell who pledged allegiance to the English king, Edward II. Later, Eustace switched his support to Robert the Bruce and the castle was unsuccessfully attacked by the English.

Because of Caerlaverock’s prime position on the England-Scottish border and the fear it could fall into the hands of the English who would have a strong command of the district, Sir Eustace dismantled the fortress, a sacrifice rewarded by Robert the Bruce.

In 1337 the castle was once again inhabited and once again the Eustace changed sides. About 1355 the castle was captured by the Scots.

The Maxwells regained Caerlaverock after the Wars of Independence in the mid-14th century. Between 1373 and 1410, Robert Maxwell rebuilt much of the castle. His efforts were continued by Robert II in the mid-15th century.

In 1567, the Maxwells supported Mary, Queen of Scots and Caerlaverock was once again under siege by the English in 1570. The Earl of Sussex led the English forces and demolished part of the castle.

In 1593, Lord John Maxwell repaired the castle for defense against the Johnstones of Annandale with whom he was feuding.

The Wars for Independence were replaced by wars of religion. In 1634, religious turmoil turned against the Catholic Maxwells. In 1640 the Protestant Covenanter army attacked Caerlaverock for thirteen weeks forcing the castle to surrender. The south wall and tower were demolished and the castle was never repaired or reoccupied.

The castle passed by inheritance to the Herries family and to the Duke of Norforlk. While currently owned by Lady Mary Mumford’s sister Baroness Herries, since 1946 the castle has been operated and managed by Historic Scotland. The castle remains the ancestral home of the Maxwell family.

 

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The Highlander’s English Woman by USA Today Bestseller Ruth A. Casie

 

Caerlaverock Castle, on the Scottish border is in an uproar. Traitors, deception, murder and ghosts run riot. The food stores have been tainted and the granaries set ablaze. Rumors fly when servants Evan and his bride-to-be, Angel are found murdered. They believe that in the heat of an argument Evan killed Angel when she threatened to expose him. Distraught over his impulsive actions, he took his own life. Now his ghost haunts the castle. A young cook, Sonia is sure everyone has it wrong and the ghost haunts the castle to seek justice. She will move heaven and earth to get to the truth, but she is helpless.

Laura Reynolds travels from England to her cousin, The Maxwell’s castle to put Evan’s ghost to rest. They have one week to complete the task or Evan’s ghost is doomed to haunt the castle forever. The Maxwell, while he loves his cousin, doesn’t believe in her sorceress ways. With the unsettled times, he cannot send her back to England right away, rather he lets her pursue her investigation.

Jamie Maxwell Collins has finished his service to The Maxwell and eager for his promised farm. While longtime friends with Laura, he has little patience for her hocus pocus, but in order to get his farm The Maxwell requires Jamie protect and help her. Will Sonia’s information tip the scales and help them find justice for Evan and Angel? With Sonia’s insight, will Laura and Jamie see that the depths of their relationship goes way beyond friendship or are they doomed to deny it forever?

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling 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. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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A Lion’s Heart (Shadow Shifters Book 7) by @ACArthur #PNR #shifter #romance #FridayReads


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Title: A Lion’s Heart (Shadow Shifters Book 7)

Author: AC Arthur

Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Shadow Shifter Assembly Leader Roman Reynolds and his mate Kalina, have had a vicious fight on their hands for the last twenty years. The war between the humans and the shifters has grown lethal and to make matters worse, their now grown daughter, Nisa is on the battlefield.

 

The Rebel

 

Nisa Reynolds is a soldier. Despite her love and respect for her parents’ position in this fight, Nisa is determined to do things her way. If only she can convince the devilishly sexy white lion shifter traveling with her that her plan is the best option for the shifters survival…if only she were strong enough to fight the passion brewing between them.

 

The Lion

 

Decan Canter’s tribe had long since learned to co-exist with the other feline shifter tribes as they all lived in Oasis and believed in saving their race by any means necessary. Having a direct order come to him from the Assembly Leader to escort his daughter across the country, wasn’t something he’d expected, yet he respected the order and had tried his best to obey. But Nisa Reynolds was unlike any other shifter Decan had ever met, and even if it meant dying at the hands of the reputed Roman Reynolds, he had to taste her…only, having her once, was never going to be enough.

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the 7th book in the Shadow Shifters series. This book is a standalone novel that takes place 20 years after the last story. However, if you would like to read the previous books in this series, they are as follows:

 

Temptation Rising

Seduction’s Shift

Passion’s Prey

Shifter’s Claim

Hunger’s Mate

Primal Heat

 

Excerpt:

Nisa stared directly at him as she extended an arm and patted the pillow beside her.

“Leading requires a clear head. Rest works wonders for a busy mind. My Uncle Baxter used to say that to me when I was a little,” she told him.


“I’m not a child,” Decan replied.


That admission hadn’t been necessary. Nisa knew he wasn’t a child. He was a full grown shifter. One whom she was undoubtedly attracted to. She wondered if that were the reason she’d invited him to sleep beside her. No, it wasn’t. She believed in keeping her enemies, and those she hadn’t quite yet decided whether or not to trust, close.


“And yet, the rest theory, would probably still work,” she quipped. “Come on. I’ll stay on my side of the bed. I promise I don’t bite.”


That brought a chuckle from him. The sound was quick and momentarily startled her. It wasn’t until she felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat on the other side and leaned over to remove his boots that she realized it was because she liked it.


Following her advice it only took him a few seconds, of which he used to pull his shirt over his head and lay back on the bed beside her. Nisa was surprised by how close he was. Maybe this bed was smaller than she’d thought. She attempted to roll over again, but immediately felt his arm going around her waist to pull her back against him.


When her back was spooned against his front and she was once again biting her lip at the new development, she felt the sharp nick against her neck.


“I’m not making any promises about not biting,” he whispered as his tongue licked over the spot where his lion’s teeth had scraped along her skin.

 

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Author Biography:

A.C. Arthur was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland where she currently resides with her husband and three children. An active imagination and a love for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school and she hasn’t stopped since.

 

Working in the legal field she’s seen lots of horrific things and longs for the safe haven reading a romance novel brings. Her debut novel Object of His Desire was written when a picture of an Italian villa sparked the idea of an African-American/Italian hero. Determined to bring a new edge to romance, she continues to develop intriguing plots, sensual love scenes, racy characters and fresh dialogue–thus keeping the readers on their toes!

 

In the young adult arena, A.C. also writes under the name Artist Arthur. Visit her Amazon Author Page for details about available YA books. https://amazon.com/author/artistarthurbooks  

 

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Poetry is Vital to Society and Our Human Experience! #inspiration #poetry #NationalPoetryDay


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One of my favorite movies of all time is Dead Poets Society. In it, a professor (played brilliantly by Robin Williams) teaches a group of young men the value of poetry and why it’s so important. The quote above is from one of his teachings.

 

Poetry, no matter the form it takes (verse, prose, song, rap), is a glimpse into the human experience. It gives the writer as well as the reader a chance to let go of society’s restraints and immerse in an artistic expression of thought, feeling and/or insight. It’s like being a voyeur, only totally legal.

 

Today is National Poetry Day and on this day we encourage you to either read or write poetry. Write about anything. Read from a poet you’ve never heard of. Let go of your preconceived notions and just enjoy.

 

Here are a few of our poems for you to enjoy:

 

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Poetry is a beautiful way to experience life and I, for one, would be lost without it. 

 

MRS N

Vengeance Rules Her Life… Maggie’s Revenge by USA Today Bestseller @jacqbiggar #books #rrbc


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Title: Maggie’s Revenge

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Wavefront Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

DEA Special Agent Maggie Holt is fierce, smart, beautiful– and in over her head.

 

Maggie has been working undercover 15 months when she is taken by Chinese-Mexican cartel leader, Chenglei. She tries to escape with 8 other women and is captured and brutally punished.

 

Adam O’Connor is angry and frustrated. It’s his fault his partner, and one-time lover, is missing and no matter how many leads he chases, they don’t bring Maggie home.

 

An unexpected break in the case sends Adam south to Texas. His old SEAL Team Chief, Frank Stein, offers his home and his help in the search effort.

 

Will these two strong men find Maggie? And will their decades old friendship be destroyed by their love for the same woman?

 

Pre-order the exciting continuation of the Wounded Hearts Saga today!

 

Excerpt:

The dust and heat beat down on Maggie and the other women in the Humvee. She glanced back the way they’d come. Dangerous as it was, they needed to find a better used road in order to hide their tracks. The goat trail they were on would lead anyone chasing straight to them.

The sun directly overhead made it hard to know which way they traveled. Every bump and rut exacerbated the wound on her side until it felt as though she was getting jabbed by a red-hot poker. She hoped it wasn’t festering, but there wasn’t much she could do about it out here.

Olga glanced at her from the driver’s seat. “You should drive, you’d be much better than me. I don’t even have a license.”

 

That’s right, Olga was such a commanding presence, Maggie had forgotten she’d been a child prostitute before her capture by the traffickers.

 

“No, you’re doing fine. I need to keep watch.” She tapped the rifle, aware of her friend’s aversion to firearms.

 

“What’s going to happen to us?” a woman-child asked from the back. Five women huddled on the narrow seat, the body of the young girl who’d given her life for them wrapped in a blanket on the floor at their feet.

 

Maggie wished she had a positive reply. Truth was, unless they found help soon, they were in as much or more danger than before. This area was overrun with warring factions from two of the most powerful cartels in Mexico. If they were found, they would die.

 

She forced a smile for the girl. “We’re heading for the border and then we’re going home to our families and a nice hot bath. Okay?”

 

The girl looked out the front window at the undulating sea of sand and something heartbreakingly sad passed over her face.

 

“Sure,” she said.

 

 

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Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love.

 

She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

Or email her via her web site. Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!

 

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#99Cents Alert: The Du Lac Chronicles Series on Sale for a Limited Time! #books #Medieval


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Title The Du Lac Chronicles (Series)

Author Mary Anne Yarde

Genre Historical Fantasy

 

Series Book Blurb

War is coming to Saxon Briton…

 

A generation after Arthur Pendragon ruled, Briton lies fragmented into warring kingdoms and principalities.

 

The Saxon King, Cerdic of Wessex, is determined to purge the land of Arthur’s Knights but, to do so, he has to destroy the sons of Arthur’s greatest enemy. But the sons of Lancelot du Lac do not die easily. It will be no easy win for Cerdic.

 

Unbeknown to the world the du Lac brothers are divided. Now, more than ever, they must come together to save the kingdom and themselves.

 

Excerpt

From The Du Lac Chronicles (book #1)

 

AD 495 Wessex, Briton.

 

Alden du Lac drew in a ragged breath. The cold night air hurt his lungs, and the rough wooden post that he was tied to rubbed the wounds on his back. He had prayed for the welcomed relief of unconsciousness; alas, it was not to be. It seemed even God wanted him to suffer for his failings.

 

He had lost count how many times he had been lashed. All he knew was that each lash represented every Wessex soldier that had been killed by his men. Cerniw’s losses had been far higher, but no one paid for their deaths. Life was never fair, though; he did not need a lost battle and hundreds dead to tell him that much.

 

The year had been horrendous. Cerniw, with its rugged moorlands, its vast forests and beautiful coasts, had been struck with one pestilence after another. The people started to talk about moving, and some already had. Those who had stayed loyal to the land and, of course, to him, no doubt now wished they had not, for when Cerdic’s Saxons came, they purged the kingdom, making it look like the hell the bishop preached of in his Sunday sermon. Alden, unlike God, had been powerless to do anything about it. Oh yes, he had fought, but the numbers he fought against had overwhelmed his army, for who could fight the devil, without God on their side, and think to win?

 

Alden hung his head in shame, his shoulder-length dark hair falling into his face. He cursed his naivety and worse still, his arrogance. His younger brother had warned him, but he had not heeded the warning; instead, he believed the useless treaty that Cerdic of Wessex had offered him only months before. He should have seen where Cerdic was going with it then, only he had been blinded by grief, by guilt. The responsibility for what happened, therefore, was his and his alone. He knew that, and he took the blame. He deserved to be tied to a post waiting for death.

 

Alden closed his pain-filled grey eyes as the image of his homeland in flames scorched his mind. He could hear the screams, the begging for mercy, and the cries for help. He could taste the terror in the air and feel the heat of the flames. Dear God, what had he done?

 

He had been left with no alternative. Even now, with the clarity of hindsight, he could see no other choice. He had ridden towards the enemy, carrying the white flag of truce and hoping ¾ sweet Lord, how he had hoped ¾ for clemency, not for himself, but for his people.

 

Instead, Cerdic’s soldiers had pulled him unceremoniously from his horse and taken him prisoner along with at least eighty of his kinsmen. Of their fate he was uncertain, but his was assured. If he did not die tonight from exposure then an axe awaited him at dawn. It was a terrifying thought, and he prayed to God for courage. He felt no warm, welcoming presence and he feared what all men secretly feared, that on the morrow, he would not die well.

 

Snow began to fall softly from the night sky, not enough to settle, just enough to plummet the temperature further. He began to shiver. He tried thinking of a warm fire and his large bed covered in thick furs. It did not help. After all, when last he saw his fort it was in flames.

 

“Are you still alive, du Lac?”

 

Alden kept his head down, pretending to be unconscious, and hoped the bastard would leave him alone to die in peace.

 

Draca, the guard in charge of the prisoners, was not fooled. He lived for terror and he had no intention of allowing the former ruler of Cerniw an easy death. He grabbed Alden’s chin roughly and forced his head up.

 

Alden opened his eyes and stared with contempt at the soldier in front of him. Draca was a huge man, with a shiny bald head, tiny eyes and a big fist, whose breath stank of stale beer and his body of gone-off fish mixed horribly with the smell of fresh blood ¾ not his own, but someone else’s.

 

“Not quite dead yet, are you? Won’t be long, though.” Draca chuckled deep in his throat. “I’ve never killed a King before. I’m looking forward to it…”

 

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The Pitchfork Rebellion (Interim novella)

 

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The Du Lac Devil (Book 2 of The Du Lac Chronicles)

 

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Author Biography:

Mary Anne Yarde is the Award-Winning author of the International Best Selling Series — The Du Lac Chronicles. Set a generation after the fall of King Arthur, The Du Lac Chronicles takes you on a journey through Dark Age Briton and Brittany, where you will meet new friends and terrifying foes. Based on legends and historical fact, The Du Lac Chronicles is a series not to be missed.

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

 

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When You’re Healthy, You Have Hope so Pay Attention to Your #Health! #inspiration #grateful


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Are you a healthy person? If so, you’re filled with hope and that’s a great thing!

 

I’ve struggled with my health for most of my life. My weight has fluctuated over the years and I’m happy to say that I’m in the best shape of my life. This is a good thing with the changes going on in the environment and my body. As I grow older, new health issues pop up and yet, instead of being depressed, I embrace what’s going on. How? By staying hopeful and knowing that I’m taking care of my body.

 

Your health (and mine too) is key to living a happy life. Without your health, you have no hope. But when you’re healthy and taking care of your body, hope erupts from your pores. Take care of yourself and listen to your body. If it says rest, rest. If it says drink, drink. If it’s craving something, listen to it. 

 

Three things keep me healthy: drinking at least 64 ounces of water a day, exercising at least four times a week and eating delicious food. Sure, I have a gourmet chef husband who loves cooking for me but he also takes care of me, making sure I have enough vegetables, fruit and dairy. He knows how important it is for me to stay healthy.

 

Instead of dreading your health or tired of being lectured by people about how you need to get healthy, take control of your health. Do what works for you and on your terms. You’ll have tons more energy and feel hope surging in your veins. 

 

MRS N

Ugly Beautiful Girl by @tkrimms Book Blitz #romance #NA #books @lolasblogtours


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This is my stop during the book blitz for Ugly Beautiful Girl by Tracy Krimmer. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 27 September till 3 October. See the tour schedule here.

 

Ugly Beautiful GirlUgly Beautiful Girl
By Tracy Krimmer
Genre: Coming of Age/ Contemporary Romance
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: September 27, 2017

 

Blurb:
Nerd. Weird. Ugly. That’s me. And I don’t want it to be anymore.

 

Now is my time to make my mark on the world. My college roommate doesn’t make it easy. Neither does her brother, Jesse, but for completely different reasons. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

 

Wanted. Important. Beautiful.

 

But we can’t be together because it isn’t real. Someone like him could never fall for someone like me. We aren’t meant to fit together.

 

Even if I fall apart without him.

 

Excerpt:

“Five more minutes, okay, Mom?” I roll to the side. My knee hits the
floor first, my hip slams into the ground, and my shoulder crashes onto
the floor. I rub my shoulder. That hurt, but thankfully I don’t think I broke
anything. What the hell is happening?
“I’m not your mommy, and you’re in my bed.”
I open my eyes and adjust my sight. Standing before me is a tall girl,
her blonde curls in a perfect symmetry around her head, falling well
beneath her shoulders. She has on more makeup than I probably even
own. I have one lipstick and an eyeliner. This girl is an entire makeup aisle.
“I’m sorry. I’m Violet,” I say as I realize who this woman is. “You must
be my roommate.” I stand and wipe my dark hair out of my face. Some of
it sticks to my cheeks, and I realize I’ve been drooling.
“Well, Violet, my name is Olivia, and the right side of the room is mine,
so I suggest you move your stuff before I move it for you. If I end up doing
it, chances are it’ll all end up on the grass outside.”
Great. When I imagined my college roommate, I hoped for someone I
could become friends with, we’d stay up late together, go to the best
parties (once I convinced myself to attend one), and maybe we’d even
have some of the same classes.
So much for that.
“Okay… When I got here the room was empty. No one had moved in
yet.”
“Yeah, well, I’m here now. And the right side of the room is mine. So
move it or lose it.”
I stand there, trying to process what is happening as she goes into the
hallway and returns with a bag and two men behind her. “This girl is Lily,
or Hydrangea, or Daisy. Whatever. She’s named after a flower. It’s not
important. This area is mine so shove her stuff to the other side and put
mine down.”
“Sure thing, Liv.” The dark-haired boy slams a clearly over packed
suitcase onto the ground.
“Hey! Be careful with that, Alex.”
“Sorry.” The boy named Alex leaves the room for a moment and comes
back in pulling a cart full of boxes.
“Hey, my name is Jesse.” The other boy, with blonde hair meeting his
shoulders, a jawline stronger than steel, and eyes as green as the lushest
grass, reaches his hand out for me. “The devil over here is my sister. I
didn’t catch your actual name.”
Olivia glares at her brother, her face turning a hundred shades of red.
She ignores him, and I step in.
“My name is Violet. Don’t call your sister the devil.”
“He can call me whatever he wants. He knows he’s an asshole.” Shock
catches in my throat as I witness this banter between siblings. I’ll never
experience this, not until much later in life, but I certainly hope Rose and
I don’t call each other names like this, even in fun.
Based on Olivia’s face, I’m not so sure this is all in fun.
“Olivia can believe what she wants. Let me give you some advice,
Violet. My sister will act like she’s the boss, but you put her in her place.
She’s harmless, despite what she may have you think. Right, Alex?”
Alex stops mid-box drop and glances up at Jesse. He raises his
eyebrows and practically takes a chunk out of his lip. “Um…”
“Alex! You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. Defend me. Tell my
brother off!” She slaps Alex on the arm, and the box drops on his foot.
“Ow!”
“Oh, please. That box has purses in it. It’s not like it’s full of books.”
She rolls her eyes and smiles.
“That’s right, Alex. We both know Olivia doesn’t read books.”
“Okay, get out.” She points to the door, her face so red now I can almost
feel the heat radiating off her. “Now! I’ll take care of this myself.”
Jesse smirks, nodding his head as he walks toward the door. He stops
for a moment before looking back at me. “Remember what I said. Don’t
let her get away with anything.”
Olivia picks her pillow up and throws it at Jesse, who ducks, sending
the pillow catapulting into the hallway. “Out!” The two walk toward the
door and she stops Alex. “Call me later.” She kisses him before slamming
the door in their faces.
Sigh. This should be fun.

 

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Tracy KrimmerAbout the Author:
Tracy’s love of writing began at nine years old. She wrote stories about aliens at school, machines that did homework for you, and penguins. Now she pens books and short stories about romance. She loves to read a great book, whether it be romance or science fiction, or any genre in between, or pop popcorn and catch up on her favorite TV shows or movies. She’s been known to crush a candy or two as well. Her loves include fitness, reading, coffee, dogs, and naps (not in that order), and her dislikes are blue cheese, cold weather, and burpees.

 

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If No One Reads My Story, Does That Mean I’ve Failed As a Writer? #amwriting #WritersWednesday


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A friend of mine asked me this past weekend, “What if nobody reads what I have written?”

 

I smiled and said, “But Jack (name has been changed), I will read it and MR N will read it.”

 

Jack is in a similar boat to a lot of writers out there.  He has a story to tell and he wants to tell it.  But when he tries to get it published, no one seems to be interested.

 

Have you experienced this?

 

As writers, we have to have a different mind-set.  We have a story to tell and need to use our natural storytelling ability.  Not everyone can write or don’t have the stamina to see it through or are afraid. What to do? We write, edit, rewrite, edit again until our fingers bleed.  We share it with a select few (beta readers) and then we try to sell it to the publishing world.

 

But what if the publishing world doesn’t want it? 

 

There’s a lot of options nowadays for writers. You can self-publish or go through a smaller publishing house.  You can also post it online to either your website, blog or even Wattpad.

 

In this day and age, there are many different ways to tell your story.  I am not going to tell you which one to use.  That is between you and your story.  What I am going to do is list five reasons why you need to be writing for you and no one else:

 

1- You are a storyteller.  You are the only one in the world who can tell your story.  Be brave and feel confident.

 

2-In order to be the best writer you can be, you cannot write about what is trendy.  Trends come and go.  Your authentic writing voice is what will draw readers in, not whether it is trendy.

 

3- Everyone is a critic and trust me, you will have people critiquing your writing.  Some will say hurtful things about you and your writing.  Some will praise you and call you the next big-time author.  You need to dismiss those that tell you that you are horrid and keep writing.

 

4- Writing, like all professions, is a continuous learning process.  The more you write, the better you become.  The more stories you tell, the more your writing improves.  It’s not about grammar and punctuation, although those things are important.  It’s about the story and how you captivate the reader.

 

5-At the end of the day, you need to own your story and be proud.  You wrote that.  Smile.  Give yourself a pat on the back.  You wrote it for you and in the end, that is all that matters.

Ask Yourself, What Does it Take to be Successful? #inspiration #motivation #TuesdayThoughts


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Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.  — Thomas A. Edison

 

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it takes to be successful.  There are so many opinions about success (everyone has their own say, it seems) that it can be confusing.  Your parents have an idea about what it takes to be successful.  Your friends have an idea about what it takes to be successful.  Your boss knows what it takes to be successful.  Professionals promise to show you what it takes to be successful (Hint, it involves buying their book).

 

It can be daunting but, you have to look inside yourself to find it.  Ask yourself, what does it take for me to be successful?  Married?  A six-figure income?  A large house?  Children?  Best-selling author who is recognized on the street?

 

Whatever it is, write it down and keep it somewhere where you can look at it every day.  Then, take the steps needed to achieve it.  Remember, success is not a destination but a journey! 

 

MRS N

How #Writing The Great American Novel Turned Into Adrian Wheeler by @Steveshearbooks #books


The Trials of Adrian Wheeler

 

How Writing The Great American Novel Turned Into The Trials of Adrian Wheeler by Steve Shear

 

I’m too old to remember whether I did much if any writing in high school. I do remember spending four years in engineering school and three years in law school and never learning how to write … really write. For the next forty years as a patent attorney I did write … technical garbly-gook like the inner workings of an internal combustion engine, a computer interface, and the like. It paid the bills but wasn’t particularly creative. Then one day, more than fifteen years ago, I decided to move out of my comfort zone and write fiction, something that wasn’t going to pay the bills. I chose poetry thinking that would be easy, just stringing together a bunch of words on a bunch of lines. How hard could that be?

 

Needless to say I picked probably the most difficult type of fiction to master or should I say attempt to master. Few actually master the art of poetry and I’m certainly not one of them. Believe it or not, I’m still revising some of the poems I wrote as long ago as 1997. At the same time I learned something extremely valuable. If you want to write novels and short stories and other types of fictional prose, it is enormously helpful to put yourself in the mine fields of poetic discourse. Studying the old dead English poets and writing poetry including sonnets and other rhyming stuff force you to recognize the right words and phrases for a particular situation and it gives you the tools to create the appropriate images to illuminate those words and phrases. Imagery, imagery, imagery is the name of the game; metaphors, similes, sight, sound, taste, etc. And all those difficult sessions trying to make your sonnet work, ab-ab-cd-cd-ef-ef-gg, become wonderful foreplay for your first short story or novel; at least they were for mine. And by the way you may find that great short stories are more difficult to produce than great novels, so choose your poison wisely!

 

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler was actually my second attempt at writing the Great American Novel. My first attempt, Ira Neebest and The First Coming, took me two years to write. By the third draft I had pounded out nearly two hundred and fifty thousand words. At the time I didn’t know how dumb that was. Only the great ones like Dostoevsky have the right to do that.  When I gave Ira to my wife and a friend who taught creative writing at a local college they had some nice things to say like ‘it has potential’ but in truth they told me I was a bit full of myself. And so I was! Six months later I had it down to one hundred thousand words. And now, after ten years of revisions, I’ve made two novels out of it, The First Coming and An Eye for an Eye. After hundreds of agent-queries and rejections, two published novels, and two published stage plays later, they are both still my favorites and both remain unpublished thus far. Such is life.

 

 

When I started writing Adrian, the only thing I had in mind was a friend from my poetry critique group, a gentle soul with natural artistic creativity, who was ‘forced’ to join the Marines and fight in Vietnam for his country by his bombastic father. My friend had MS and other bad things after being exposed to Agent Orange. He died last year but not before he published several books of his poetry.

 

Actually I had two other things in mind when I began thinking about Adrian. I had been against America invading Iraq and I blamed it on W, our president who made the decision to invade. I had just finished reading Vincent Bugliosi’s book The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder, and I wondered how many soldiers regretted their decisions to join up in the first place, like my friend. I’m not talking about those soldiers who died in battle (that’s bad enough), but those young men and women who came back (and are continuing to come back) from Iraq and Afghanistan—only to discover a battlefield far more relentless and infinitely more lonely. I am speaking about all those warriors who do battle every day in their mind’s eye, seeing, hearing, smelling, and feeling the loss of a limb, their own or a buddy’s—or who experience the last five minutes of their buddy’s life. There’s no special day just for them. There is no Veterans with PTSD day.

 

Its full name is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; at least that’s what we call it now. In the past it was battle fatigue and shell shock, but a rose by any other name is just as devastating I learned when I started the research on The Trials of Adrian Wheeler. When George W. Bush dropped his first bomb on Baghdad in March, 2003, I was so upset I produced what I still consider my best work of art, a painting I entitled The Sisters of Baghdad which can be seen on my website, www.steveshear.net. Shortly thereafter I wrote a poem, The Bombing of Baghdad which appears at the beginning of Adrian. Around that time, I remember getting a haircut and ranting to my barber, Harold, about how terrible President Bush was. My barber was ultraconservative, although I didn’t know it at the time. His bald head (wouldn’t you know it) turned red, his eyes bulged and his lips quivered. My only thought at the time was to blurt out: “HAROLD, PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS!” Fortunately, I am still alive and Harold is still cutting hair, I assume.

 

By the time I finished writing Adrian and living in the skins of the characters, George Bush became a bit more than a footnote. The characters and the family dynamics took over, Adrian, Pa, Daisy, Esme, Rachael, Rabinowitz, Benedetti, and the others. Actually, characters like these along with what they do and say tend to get under your skin and go where you go whether it’s at the computer, on a long walk, brushing your teeth, or in my case playing Pickleball. That’s what happens during nineteen drafts and before you ever think about sending out your first query.

 

 

I will end this post with one more observation which might make you think I’m smoking something even stronger than California-grown marijuana (which I don’t smoke, incidentally). I’ve discovered that by being a writer of fiction, especially novels and short stories, you are about as close to being a god as one can possibly be. Think about it. You create your own version of heaven and hell and earth (even the cosmos in some cases). Well maybe not in seven days. You create your characters, their looks, their personalities, their likes and dislikes. You give them health and wealth … or not; you even read their minds; and you kill them off … or not based on your plan, your god-given plot. If that’s not a description of the Almighty I don’t know what is.

 

So, if you’re reading this and wanting to write the great American novel … and be God, just remember you won’t be alone when you brush your teeth!

 

Title: The Trials of Adrian Wheeler

Author: Steve Shear

Genre: Fiction, Military, PTSD

 

Book Blurb:

Marine Private Adrian Wheeler, accused of murdering Iraqi women and children, arrived home to face nothing less than: An unrelenting father who cajoled him into enlisting, PTSD, sexual Inadequacy, a sensational court-martial trial, a sister with HIV. He returned from Baghdad and the Iraq war disabled and disillusioned an amputee with a bad knee. His brother, John Mike, didn’t return at all. Both participated in a reconnaissance mission seeking proof Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction, WMDs, a mission that tragically failed, a mission in which innocent women and children died along with John Mike and other combatants. As the sole survivor, Adrian carried the details of that trauma deep within his subconscious, and often drank himself unconscious in hopes of hiding from the visitors who came in his sleep; his domineering father, a retired Vietnam veteran, and Rachael, the girl he left behind. In his mental state and physical condition, he did everything he could to avoid her—and the couch they first made love on before he lost his arm. Just when he began taking control of his life, Adrian was charged with the murder of all those women and children. But did he do it? Could it have been John Mike? Or possibly an insurgent? Adrian’s only hope was to get beyond his trauma and recall the terrible secret buried deep within the cellar of his psyche. That required Rabinowitz (a psychotherapist specializing in PTSD) and Angelo Benedetti (a renowned court-martial defense lawyer) to help him remember—and to convince the court he was innocent—whether he was or not.

 

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler has been optioned as a movie by a production studio in Los Angeles, Filmed Imagination and Daniel Dreifuss (producer of the Academy Award nominated movie, NO), and the screenplay has been completed.

 

Excerpt:

Private Adrian Wheeler, accused of murdering Iraqi women and children, arrived home to face nothing less than:
 
An unrelenting father who cajoled him into enlisting
PTSD
Sexual Inadequacy
A sensational Court-Martial Trial
A sister with HIV
 
            Adrian returned from Baghdad disabled and disillusioned. His brother, John Mike, didn’t return at all. Both participated in a reconnaissance mission seeking proof Saddam had WMDs, a mission that tragically failed, a mission in which innocent women and children died along with John Mike and other combatants. As the sole survivor (or so he thought), Adrian carried the details of that trauma deep within his subconscious, and often drank himself unconscious in hopes of hiding from the visitors who came in his sleep; his domineering father, a retired Vietnam veteran, and Rachael, the girl he left behind. In his mental state and physical condition, he did everything he could to avoid her—and the couch they first made love on before he lost his arm.
 
            Just when he began taking control of his life, Adrian was charged with the murder of all those women and children. But did he do it? Could it have been John Mike? Or possibly an insurgent? Adrian’s only hope was to get beyond his trauma and recall the terrible secret buried deep within the cellar of his psyche. That required Rabinowitz (a psychotherapist specializing in PTSD) and Angelo Benedetti (a renowned court-martial defense lawyer) to help him remember—and to convince the court he was innocent.
 
Throughout much of his young life, Adrian looked after John Mike—a promise he made to Ma on her deathbed even though Adrian was only twelve years old at the time. Years later, that promise compelled him to protect his brother’s good name, consciously and subconsciously, throughout most of the trial. But his devotion to Daisy, his sister, and her fight with HIV finally drove Adrian to face up to Pa and break his promise to Ma.

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Trials-Adrian-Wheeler-Steve-Shear-ebook/dp/B00HTP5LY4

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Trials-Adrian-Wheeler-Steve-Shear-ebook/dp/B00HTP5LY4

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Trials-Adrian-Wheeler-Steve-Shear-ebook/dp/B00HTP5LY4

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21125822-the-trials-of-adrian-wheeler

 

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Author Biography:

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler was my first published novel (L&L Dreamspell, 2011). It was awarded runner-up in the San Francisco Book Festival 2015.

 

Filmed Imagination of Los Angeles and Daniel Dreifuss (producer of the Academy Award nominated film NO) took a film option on The Trials of Adrian Wheeler. FI hired Erik Wolter, an established screenwriter, to write the screenplay and FI is now looking for partners to produce the movie. Erik and I have collaborated on a sequel to the screenplay, Justice for All.

 

My wife, Susan, and I also collaborated on The State vs. Max Cooper and The Steele Deal (published by ArtAge Publications), courtroom plays in which the audience serves as the jury. Both are being produced around the country. I have found one review of Max Cooper based on its performance at the James Downing Theatre in Chicago (http://www.chicagonow.com/count-gregulas-crypt/2013/05/theater-review-youre-the-jury-the-state-vs-max-cooper-the-james-downing-theatre/).

 

In addition to the Fountain of Youth, I have three novels that have recently been completed: The First Coming, An Eye for an Eye, and The Click. I am presently collaborating with Erik Wolter on a screenplay based on The Click.

 

I have been writing poetry for over fifteen years and am also a portrait and figure artist and sculptor, having been represented by a number of galleries in Denver and Boulder, Colorado. I am presently represented on line by Vango Art.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.steveshear.net/

 

Twitter @Steveshearbooks

 

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/steve.shear.967

 

LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/in/steve-shear-80a03727/

Happy Book Birthday, Planting the Seeds of Love + a #99cents Sale! #romance #ASMSG #IARTG


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We’re so excited because we’re celebrating here on the POTL Blog! It’s Planting the Seeds of Love’s book birthday and we’ve slashed the price to 99 cent over on Amazon.com. 

 

Get it now: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01581XM50

 

What Readers Think:

“The author does a splendid job of building the internal tension as well as some wonderfully lighthearted interactions that play out perfectly and keep the reader engaged. The secondary characters are well thought out, and bring an added dimension to the setting.” – USA Today Bestselling Author Jacquie Biggar

 

“Great descriptive narrative, vivid dialogue that not only breathed life into the characters but provided a window into life in a tight knit countryside community. The countryside community was portrayed so positively, it even lured this committed city girl into sampling a taste of country life with a farm visit next holiday.” Ariel C.

 

“For a short story, this one is so well-developed and full of wonderful characters, it was a pleasure to read.” – K. Westrope

 

“Another wonderful story from the talented N.N.Light. Having read The Princess of the Light and thoroughly enjoyed it, I read Planting the Seeds of Love. Romantic themes are not usually my first choice for picking a story but it is very well written and a great read.” — Nathan Stone

 

See, even guys and non-romance readers love it! The best part: All September sales (not royalties) go directly to feed needy kids. It’s a win-win! 

 

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Blurb:

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

 

Twenty-Two-year-old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

 

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

 

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

 

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

 

Excerpt:

The next morning, Sally woke to the smell of sizzling bacon. She stretched in bed before putting on her robe. She glanced at the clock. It was already eight. She looked out the window. As far as she could see, snow covered everything like a warm glittering blanket. She hugged herself.

 

“So, this is what it means to be in love? I like it.”

 

She crept down the stairs, to see what Trevor was cooking. A smile lit her face and she sat in her grandpa’s rocking chair, watching Trevor in the kitchen. He wore a green plaid robe, his hair ruffled from sleep and there was a slight pillow crease across his left cheek. He flipped pancakes while whistling a classic rock song. She hugged her knees, reveling in her domestic bliss.

 

“I could get used to this,” she whispered.

 

He turned around and grinned.

 

“Good morning, beautiful. Want some coffee?”

 

She walked into the kitchen, giggling as if it was Christmas.

 

“It’s like I’m dreaming, what with you here, making breakfast.”

 

He handed her a mug of steaming coffee. She took a sip.

 

“Ahh, it’s just how I take it. Heavy cream and sugar.” She took another sip.

 

Trevor pulled her into his embrace.

 

“You are a vision in white, my angel.” He kissed her senseless. Her body responded and she burned with desire. She peppered kisses along his jawline.

 

“I want to go back to bed,” she whispered in his ear. She raked her teeth down his ear.

 

He moaned.

 

“You drive me crazy when you do that.” His hot breath seared her neck.

 

“Mmm…” she whispered.

 

He playfully slapped her butt.

 

“Vixen.”

 

She laughed seductively.

 

“Now go sit at the table and wait for breakfast.” He refilled her coffee. “Tsk tsk tsk, distracting the cook.” He winked.

 

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