Lies, Love & Redemption by Award-Winning Author @KWilkinsauthor #historicalromance #books


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Title: Lies, Love & Redemption


Author:
 Kelli A. Wilkins


Genre:
 Historical (Western) Romance

 

Lies, Love & Redemption is a full-length novel set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877. It blends a steamy romance with mystery and danger.

 

Blurb:

Shot and left for dead, Sam Hixton stumbles into a general store on the Nebraska prairie and collapses into the arms of Cassie Wilcox.

 

Cassie’s world is turned upside down when the handsome stranger drops into her life. Sam is another complication she doesn’t need: her business is dying and her trouble with the townspeople is escalating. Yet she’s determined to keep the store open — no matter what the cost.

 

As Sam recovers from his injuries, he hides the truth about his identity and convinces Cassie to let him work in the store. He’s attracted to her and admires her independent nature but quickly realizes Cassie’s in way over her head. They fight their growing attraction, and Cassie questions whether she can trust her fragile heart to a mysterious stranger. Will he accept her once he knows about her troubled past?

 

Cassie resists Sam’s advances and represses her feelings until one fateful night when they give in to their fiery passion. Together, they work out a plan to save the store but find their efforts are thwarted—and their lives endangered—by the locals.

 

Sam’s secret returns to haunt him and pulls him away just when Cassie needs him the most. Will he regain her trust when she learns the truth? Cassie has everything invested in the store—can she save it and find true love with Sam before it’s too late?

 

Here’s an excerpt from Lies, Love & Redemption:

Cassie dusted off a can of apricots and restacked it on the shelf. “Why do I even bother?” she muttered as she picked up the next can.

 

 

Another week had come and gone, but her days were always the same. Get up at dawn, sweep out the store, dust off the cans, and . . . wait. Her few customers strolled in on Saturday and Sunday afternoons to buy odds and ends, but nearly everyone bought their bulk goods at the general store in Baxter. Townsfolk came here only when they wanted something quick—or on credit.

 

 

The bell above the door jangled, but she didn’t bother to turn around. “That you, Luke? You’re up early. I bet you haven’t seen this side of ten o’clock in—”

 

 

She glanced over her shoulder and shrieked. The can of apricots slipped from her hand and rolled across the floor.

 

 

A stranger covered in blood leaned against the doorjamb.

 

 

She rushed to his side. “Who are you? What happened?”

 

 

The man locked his blue eyes onto hers. “Help me.”

 

 

He held a battered leather satchel out to her. “Hide this,” he said, then collapsed forward.

 

 

Cassie caught him around the waist and eased him to the plank floor. Was he dead? She felt the side of his sweaty neck. His heart was beating, but he looked like hell. His clothes were coated in blood and dirt, and his face had a sickly white hue to it. He was lucky to be alive. Someone had shot him full of holes.

 

 

Where had he come from? Holloway was in the middle of nowhere with no railroad connection, and it wasn’t on the stagecoach line. She hadn’t heard a horse out front, and he couldn’t have walked here from Baxter, could he? That would be suicide.

 

 

Wild ideas raced through her mind as she stared down at him. Maybe he was a fugitive or a bank robber. Decent people didn’t get themselves shot for no reason. Whoever shot him could’ve been following him, looking to finish him off.

 

 

Her gaze settled on the satchel. What was in it? Money? Gold? The deed to a silver mine? Why did he want her to hide it?

 

 

Cassie brushed her hair away from her face and frowned. What the hell was she supposed to do with him? Why had he wandered into her store, of all places? The last thing she needed was a half-dead stranger complicating her life. His being here would only stir up trouble—and she already had more than she needed.

 

 

Maybe she could— With a start, she realized he hadn’t moved. She shook his bloodied left shoulder.  The man remained motionless. “Damn it to hell.” She yanked the satchel from his grip, then ran behind the counter and stuffed it in the bottom drawer. There wasn’t time to look inside and see what the stranger was hiding. Whoever he was, he needed help—fast.

 

 

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Links to other platforms: http://medallionpress.com/books/lies-love-redemption/

 

Kelli Cliffs

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

 

Her paranormal-comedy, Beauty & the Bigfoot, was published in September 2017.

 

Kelli released Trust with Hearts, a contemporary romance, in July 2017. Her third gay romance, Four Days with Jack, was released in June 2017. Kelli’s trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was published in spring 2017.

 

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

 

Kelli’s third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption is a spicy historical western set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

 

Her horror short fiction has appeared in several anthologies. If you like to be scared, don’t miss Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

 

Kelli’s writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

 

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor.

 

She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

 

FREE READS from all of Kelli’s romances (all genres) are now on her Manic Readers page: http://www.manicreaders.com/KelliAWilkins/

 

 

Visit her website, www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/HVQqb.

 

 

Here are a few links to find Kelli & her writings on the web

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1123678.Kelli_A_Wilkins

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Will the brave knight triumph? A Highland Emerald by @rayburnlady #historicalromance #books


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A Highland Emerald by Brenda B. Taylor

 

 

Blurb:

Aine MacLean is forced into an arranged marriage with Sir William, Chief of Clan Munro, yet her heart belongs to a handsome young warrior in her father’s guard. She must leave Durant Castle, the home of her birth on the Isle of Mull, and travel across Scotland in a perilous journey to her husband’s home on Cromarty Firth. William agrees to a year and day of handfasting, giving Aine an opportunity to accept him and his clan. He promises her the protection of Clan Munro, however, Aine experiences kidnapping, pirates, and almost loses her life in the River Moriston. She doubts the sincerity of William’s promises and decides to return to Durant Castle when the handfasting ends. William determines to win Aine’s heart. Will the brave knight triumph in his fight for the bonnie lass?

 

 

A Highland Emerald is the third book in the award-winning Highland Treasures series. It tells the story of Aine MacLean and William Munro, and is the prequel to A Highland Pearl.

 

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Excerpt:

Isle of Mull

 

Scotland, 1486

 

 

My father sat in his usual chair in front of the crackling fire, staring at the flame with dim eyes and a fur robe wrapped around his broad shoulders, the deerhound curled at his feet.

 

“Where are you going, Aine?” he asked with his back turned toward the stone, spiral staircase where I stood. “Come, sit with me for awhile.”

 

I pushed the arisaid from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, then stepped over the wrap. Making my way to the stool where my mother’s embroidery frame stood, I took a seat and watched the flame.

 

Without turning his head, my father, Lachlan Og MacLean, eighth chief and fourth Laird of Durant Castle, asked, “Where are you going?”

 

“How did you ken ’twas I?” He never ceased to amaze me with his uncanny knowledge of events  around him although his eyes, so dimmed by injury, saw very little.

 

“I heard the rustle of your skirts.” He extended his hand for me, so I rose and hugged his neck.

 

He smiled, embracing my arms. “And I ken your scent, lass. ‘Tis so like your mither’s. You use the same scented soap as she.”

 

“Aye, but from so far away and with the smell of burning wood and dog in your nostril’s?”

 

“Your odor is a different pleasantry among the usual burning wood and dog. It stands out in my memory as does the pleasant odor of your mither.” He smiled broadly, showing still straight, white teeth beneath a greying beard. I could almost feel his penetrating gaze upon me as in the days before his sight was taken in battle. He asked, “Where are you going this dreary night?”

 

“Here, Da. To sit beside you and talk of the feast on the morrow.”

 

“Don’t try to deceive me, lass. I heard the sound of your arisaid dropping to the floor. You are planning a tryst, I feel certain.” His dimmed gaze pierced through to the depths of my soul. “I could see the turn of your head toward him each time he spoke at the evening meal.” A line formed between his brows and a shadow darkened his face. “You are to marry the Munro.”

 

“I dinna love William Munro.” My voice began to rise, and I struggled to control the cry climbing from the depths of my heart. “I wanna marry him, Da. You promised I could wed for love, not convenience.” The cry emerged from my lips. I buried my head on his shoulder and sobbed.

 

 

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 Brenda Taylor

 

Author Bio:

The desire to write historical fiction has long been a passion with Brenda B. Taylor. Since elementary school, she has written stories in her spare time. Brenda earned three degrees: a BSE from Henderson State University, Arkadelphia, Arkansas; a MEd from Sam Houston State University, Huntsville, Texas; and an EdD from Texas A&M University, College Station, Texas; then worked as a teacher and administrator in the Texas Public School system. Only after retirement could she fulfill the dream of publication.

 

Brenda and her husband make their home in beautiful East Texas where they enjoy spending time with family and friends, traveling, and working in Bethabara Faith Ministry, Inc. She crafts stories about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people in her favorite place overlooking bird feeders, bird houses, and a variety of blooming trees and flowers. She sincerely thanks all who purchase and read her books. Her desire is that the message in each book will touch the heart of the reader as it did hers in the writing.

 

 

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Merry Christmas, Henry by @Aubreywynne51 Will Make You Believe in Love! #bookreview #ASMSG


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Title: Merry Christmas, Henry

Author: Aubrey Wynne

Genre: Short Stories, Fantasy, Holiday Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

A holiday fantasy short story for the romantic.

 

Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.

 

My Review:

Merry Christmas, Henry is a beautiful, heart-wrenching short story about the magic of love and Christmas.

 

Henry is a lonely artist working as a night watchman at a museum in Chicago. He’s shy, especially when it comes to women, but that doesn’t get him down. Instead of talking to a beautiful woman, he commits her image to memory and goes home to paint her in his upstairs apartment.

 

For the past twenty years, his heart yearns for a sad woman in a painting hanging in the museum. There’s something about her that captures his heart and no other woman can compare. He only wishes he could add some color to her dreary painting. Maybe then, she’s look his way and smile. That’s when an idea blossoms in his heart. Can he? Will he get arrested? It’s worth the risk to bring some beauty to the love of his life.

 

Aubrey Wynne has penned one of the best short stories I’ve ever read. It’s filled with emotion, mystery, magic and all takes place at Christmastime in a museum. Henry is someone I can relate to as he’s an artist who discovers what life is all about. Love is a core theme in this moving story. The characters are fleshed out, the plot moves quickly and Wynne grabs the reader from the beginning and doesn’t let go. The ending came too quickly because I wanted to read more. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “His fingers itched to reach out and pull her from the painting and hold her, soothe her, give her comfort. Henry knew that if she could turn and face him, he would be looking at the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. His hand shook as he reached out to touch the canvas.”

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

 

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Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

 

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

 

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Mint Cookie Murder by USA Today Bestseller @LeslieLangtry is a Sweet Deal! #cozymystery #99c


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Title  MINT COOKIE MURDER

Author Leslie Langtry

Genre Cozy Comedy

Publisher Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb 

Ex-CIA agent turned suburban scout leader, Merry Wrath, is just trying to live a normal, quiet life. But all that goes out the window when a convicted traitor (who’s inconveniently not in his prison cell) dies on her doorstep, and an obese cat, who bears a disturbing resemblance to Hitler, decides to move in.

To make things worse, it’s time for the annual troop cookie sale, her new boyfriend’s old college flame shows up to win him back, and someone’s shooting at Merry in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. Is the assassin after her or the cat? Is Riley, her hot former CIA handler, hitting on her? Is Rex, her boyfriend, going to dump her? Will she sell enough cookies to take her troop to Winter Sniper Camp? If Merry doesn’t find answer to these questions soon, it may be too late!

 

Excerpt

As a former CIA operative, I’ve heard a lot of statements that have chilled me as though I had a foot-long icicle down my throat while sitting naked and wet on an ice floe. (By the way—don’t go to Greenland. Ever.) Things like, Open up! It’s the police, and we have a flamethrower! and Tell me the code or I’ll have to use this pair of pliers on your eyelids. All terrifying under normal circumstances, but throw in the Iranian secret police or a Venezuelan death squad dressed as circus clowns, and they have a smidge more gravitas.

 

But nothing…nothing compares to what I was just told.

 

“What do you mean we have to sell cookies?” I asked Kelly with a slight tremble in my voice. “To people? On purpose?”

 

My best friend and co-leader rolled her eyes. “Girl Scout Cookies. Our troop has to sell them.”

 

“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” I asked, backing up against the kitchen wall. I was starting to regret never having put in hidden panels with weapons around the house. But then Kelly would just laugh at me if I pulled a garrote on her.

 

“Because it’s a fundraiser for us and for the Council.” She pointed to the stack of order forms and the colorful brochure showing the prizes the girls get for selling so many boxes. I started flipping through the flier. Tiny pewter owls? Why does a little girl need one tiny pewter owl? Unless the purpose is to melt it down into one tiny, pewter bullet—then it sorta makes sense. And what’s with all the sticker books? Diabolical! I can only see a child’s access to 101 stickers turning into a nightmare of epic proportions. Oh wait! Dora the Explorer stickers! I looked up at my Dora bedsheet curtains and cringed. I really need to buy drapes.

 

“How do we sell cookies?” I asked. “Set up a store somewhere?” I had no idea how something like this worked. It kinda sounded like a scam, actually. Selling certain cookies only one time a year. Give them a taste, and then demand turns into desperation. Hmmm…also diabolical. I knew international villains who could learn something from the Girl Scouts.

 

“We go door-to-door,” Kelly sighed. “Take the forms to work. Call our friends and beg or blackmail them.”

 

Definitely a scam. I shook my head. “I don’t have any friends besides you, Rex, and Riley.” I wondered if I had enough blackmail material to get Riley to take the form to Langley to sell among the other spooks. I mean, I had some good stuff (like photos from the time he overused self-tanner for a job on the Riviera and looked like an Oompa Loompa), but did I have enough?

 

“Wait!” I said as I studied the form. “People have to give their names, addresses, and phone numbers?” No one in the CIA would do that. We can’t even tell spouses and children what we do for a living.

 

“You’ll have to do it.” I shoved the whole mess toward my best friend and troop co-leader. “I’ll do the behind the scenes work. Like the incentives and inventory, fear and intimidation, blackmail sales, wet work, and stuff.”

 

Kelly rolled her eyes. I got the distinct impression she wasn’t taking me seriously. “No wet work—no spy stuff! We’re just selling cookies!”

 

I winked at her. “Right.” I placed my index finger on my lips and looked around. “Just selling cookies.” I winked again for emphasis.

 

Kelly rolled her eyes and sighed the sigh of 100 martyrs. “Look, we have to do it. I know you don’t want to. But it’s non-negotiable. If you want to do all the things you’ve planned with this troop and you don’t want to pay for it yourself, we have to do this fundraiser.”

 

She put her hands on her hips, a sign I knew meant that this conversation was over, and I had lost. And she was right. Even if she wasn’t. Kelly was right. She always won.

 

“I’m not planning anything expensive…” I moped.

 

My best friend’s right eyebrow bent upwards. “Oh really? What about the winter survival skills campout?”

 

I shrugged. “That’s a totally legit idea.”

 

“In Newfoundland?” Kelly asked. “And your equipment list is ridiculous.” She numbered the items off. “Snow shoes and cross-country skis for each girl…sleeping bags with a 50-degrees-below-zero rating…white sniper camouflage suits…”

 

“Hey!” I protested. “Those are important!”

 

Kelly ignored me. “And I’m not even going to mention flying in some Israeli Mossad agent you know to teach a weekend-long class on self-defense to second-grade girls.”

 

I lifted my chin and sniffed. “It’s called Krav Maga—and he’s the world’s foremost expert. How do you expect these girls to survive a kidnapping attempt?”

 

Kelly narrowed her eyes. Uh-oh. Why did I have to bring that up?

 

“Well, I guess they could’ve used that a few months ago when you dragged them into a gunfight with the CIA and local SWAT team.”

 

I slumped. She was right. Totally my fault there. I still felt bad for that one. It didn’t matter that the girls thought it had been the best day of their lives.

 

Kelly’s voice softened. “Look, all I’m saying is that these things cost money. And we can raise some of that by doing what Girl Scouts have been doing for a century—selling cookies.”

 

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But you have to be in charge.”

 

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Leslie Langtry

 

Author Biography

Leslie Langtry is the USA Today Bestselling Author of three cozy comedy mystery series. Originally from Iowa, she currently lives in Illinois with her family and a menagerie of loveable but dysfunctional pets. Leslie is a rabid knitter, voracious reader, humble Girl Scout volunteer and has been known to walk llamas, visit haunted houses and eat cake. A lot of cake. Not kidding…she really loves cake. Find out more about Leslie at http://www.leslielangtry.com.

 

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#AuthorInterview: Meet @PeterPerrin44 and His Upcoming Release #romance #FridayReads #books


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I love meeting authors, especially from all over the world. I met Peter through a friend and when he told me about his upcoming release, Grace’s Turmoil, I knew I had to interview him. He’s lived such a fascinating life and now can add published author to his many accomplishments. Sit down and join us for a chat. Take it away, Peter:

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

The names, especially of the main characters, are highly important. Firstly, I research names appropriate to the year/period the book is set in and the nationality of the character. Then I look at the character profile and character interview I have created and try to visualise the character. And, then I derive a shortlist of names and from that road test a final name on my wife.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Beyond any shadow of doubt it is writing my debut novel, Grace’s Turmoil, and getting it published. This is because I have never done any serious writing before or read even one romance novel. Oh, and not to mention that I’m getting my very first novel accepted at the age of seventy-three having only submitted this one book to a single publisher.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

There’s no doubt in my mind that I am by nature a pantster. I started Grace’s Turmoil with only the vaguest concept and no plot. The manuscript came together initially as little more than a series of conversations, linked by a small amount of narrative. Sadly, as the book developed, I found I had to delete or seriously rewrite a huge amount of the content as it ran into dead ends or failed to make sense. Because of all this, the book probably took at least twice as long to write as it should have done. Although I’m sure I’ll never be a fully- fledged planner I intend to do things differently in subsequent books.

 

 

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

That’s easy. It would be Erotica. I wouldn’t feel comfortable writing about graphic sex, let alone having to discuss it with others who critique my work.

 

Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

Yes, but technically I have two, for different reasons. For uninterrupted peace and quiet and access to the internet, my files for research, and my laptop, it must be my home office. But, for scribbling notes and conceiving ideas I can’t beat sitting by a lake while fishing for carp. If I’m having a quiet day fishing I can get my creative juices going without being distracted by such things as an overwhelming desire to play my online multiplayer game or pretend I am Lara Croft on my PlayStation 4.

 

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Yes. Sex scenes are hard for me to write. Maybe I’m not emotive enough or perhaps I’m too old-fashioned and prudish. Given that for the foreseeable future my main characters (and most minor characters) will be over sixty it would be hard for me to feel comfortable or credible writing strong sex scenes. So, much of the sex written about in my books will be hinted at or described minimally and as tastefully as possible.

 

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Yes. ‘Grace’s Turmoil’ is my debut novel, but it is being published as Book 1 of a series entitled ‘Not Too Old for Love’. The plan being to write primarily about the characters who share The Grange Retirement Village with Grace and Alfred in this novel.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m not great at multi-tasking so I’ve not done much formal writing over the past few months while editing and proofing has been going on. But I have scribbled quite a few snatches of dialogue, fragments of scenes, and random ideas in a notebook. So, I have at least got something to kickstart Book Two of the planned series. And I know who will be the main characters for Book Three, and have had requests for certain characters in this book to get their own books. It’s conceivable that what started off as a one-off book, to see if I could write one at my age, has the potential to stretch to between three and five books.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I’ve never been much of a drinker, even in my days in the Royal Air Force (RAF). And nowadays I’m pretty much teetotal, and my hero in ‘Grace’s Turmoil’ has a real bee in his bonnet about heavy drinking.

I’ve smoked a little over the years, mostly in my days in the RAF. But even there I was more of a social smoker than a serious one, even in the social clubs or sergeants mess. Sadly, despite the small amount of smoking I ever did the effects of passive smoking caught up with me a few years ago. And, although I managed to avoid lung cancer, I now have a lung condition called COPD that I have to cope with.

 

What is your biggest fear?

It used to be getting cancer. But as I’ve got older and I’ve seen friends succumb to Alzheimer’s disease so that has become my fear. Ironically, I suspect it wouldn’t be too bad for me personally if I succumbed to full blown Alzheimer’s as I’d be oblivious to the condition. But my family would be the one’s to feel it most, especially my wife of almost forty years, my beloved Ann. The worst thing would be being at the stage where I had moments of lucidity and knew they would get shorter and less frequent until they disappeared forever.

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

My favourite expression is “Youth passes, but with luck immaturity can last a lifetime.” So, I guess it would have to be something like “He was still waiting to grow up, but he ran out of time.”

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I would love to visit the International Space Station, some two-hundred-and-twenty miles above the earth. To gaze down at our own planet and see it spread out like a giant atlas would be awesome.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

It would have to be an elephant. My memory has never been good, and it has got a lot worse as I’ve aged. It has been established that elephants have remarkable memories for some things. For example, two elephants met at an animal sanctuary and got excited about seeing each other. Investigations proved they had last met while working at a circus, twenty-three years before. I would settle for a memory a fraction as good as that, and my wife would be a lot happier as well.

If you could have any name in the world, what would you choose?

Pierre le Grande. Not because of its piracy connection, or even because my family is apparently of French decent. But, because I love the ring of it. And as a Peter myself being Peter the Great would be cool.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I rarely recall more than fragments of my dreams. But from what bits I do remember, and my wife’s description of my actions, it would seem they are always violent, and action filled. I love Tomb Raider on my PlayStation 4, and World of Warcraft on my laptop. So, maybe I’m just acting out the games. It would be nice if my dreams helped me play the games better.

 

 Graces Turmoil (4)

 

Title. Grace’s Turmoil: Not Too Old for Love, Book One.

Author. Peter Perrin

Genre. Contemporary Romance. (Seasoned Romance).

Publisher. Devine Destinies.

 

Book Blurb.

Divorced and emotionally damaged, artist Grace Stollery wants nothing more than to spend her semi-retirement painting and let time heal her emotional scars.

 

 

But when dashing widower Alfred Nobel moves into her retirement village he turns her life upside down and her heart inside out by awakening feelings she wants to keep dormant.

 

 

Alfred quickly sets out to woo Grace and slowly she warms to him. But the village’s resident femme fatale wants him for herself. Will she succeed in driving a wedge between Alfred and Grace?

 

 

Excerpt

Chapter One

 

Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like that for days, and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like that?

 

One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.

 

Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of the seventeenth century mansion that now housed The Grange. He’d towered over the young woman he’d been with, and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot-five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending the old mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.

 

Looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come there to look for a man, there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not was the million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.

 

It wasn’t only the divorce which caused her to temper her excitement at his arrival with caution. Being a Pisces, her emotions were her weak spot, and she’d tended to fantasise about her love life. Her relationships had always been traumatic until she had married, at the age of forty. Then, for the first time in her life, she experienced stability and calmness. She’d thought she had a good marriage. Then everything had fallen apart. She was in no rush to risk such heartache again—in no hurry to get involved once more.

 

Grace stared at her watch for the umpteenth time and fidgeted in her over-padded chair. She peeked around a heavy curtain and glanced out of the massive sash window yet again. But she couldn’t see any sign of him. Frustrated, she tried to put him out of her mind and focus on watching Bargain Hunt. It was one of her favourite programmes, and she always tried to guess which of the teams would win. The persistent buzz of women’s voices filled her head. And she had to concentrate hard to follow the programme. But even then, she had to turn the volume up high to be able to hear it. In a fit of pique, she slammed the remote down onto the arm of her chair.

 

Grace became aware of movement out of the corner of one eye. When she turned around, she saw the General Manager, Sara Novak, and the man she’d been thinking about. The sight of him made her cheeks grow hot, and she turned away to look at the screen. As she did so, she realised Tim Wonnacott was about to announce the winning team. Then she felt something brush past her arm and the screen went blank. She spun around and saw Sara holding the remote.

 

“What did you do that for?” Grace snapped.

 

Sara blushed. “I’m sorry, Grace…and anybody else who was watching that programme. But we don’t often get so many residents in one place at the same time. So I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce our newest resident. This is Air Commodore Alfred Nobel.”

 

Alfred smiled and threw the residents a mock salute, by way of greeting.

 

“Alfred is a widower and a senior ex-Royal Air Force officer,” Sara continued. “I’m sure he’ll make a welcome addition to our small group of gentlemen residents. He’s an accomplished ballroom dancer—a talent some of our ladies will appreciate.”

 

Sara’s announcement created quite a buzz among the ladies. “I’ll bring Alfred around to meet as many of you as possible before lunch,” she said in conclusion.

 

Grace rose to her feet and faced Sara and Alfred.

 

 

Buy Links

Publisher’s Book Page http://www.devinedestinies.com/coming-soon/grace-s-turmoil/

(Links coming in late December)

 

Author Biography

Peter Perrin writes sweet, seasoned romances involving larger-than-life mature characters who will make you rethink your views on older people in a positive way. His characters are mature in age but not necessarily in their behaviour. They may not be in the first flush of youth but that doesn’t stop some of them acting like hormonal teenagers.

 

Peter was born in Romford, in the county of Essex, England. For nearly twenty years he has lived with his wife of almost forty years in a quiet suburb of Swindon, in the county of Wiltshire, in England. He is a father and grandfather.

 

He is a former member of The Royal Air Force who has served in the UK, and in Madagascar, Singapore, and Saudi Arabia. He was also stationed for two years in Aden—which nowadays is part of Yemen.

 

After almost fifteen-years’ service in The Royal Air Force Peter worked in Engineering, Quality Control, and Procurement Management, not to mention myriad smaller jobs in between those careers.

 

Now retired Peter’s interests are Writing, Carp Fishing, and (despite being in his early seventies) PC and PlayStation games.

 

His favourite quote is “Youth passes, but with luck, immaturity can last a lifetime.”

 

Social Media Links

Website: https://peterperrin.blog

Blog:  https://peterperrin.blog

Twitter: https://twitter.com/peterperrin44

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PeterPerrin44/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/peterperrin/

 

Saving Grace by Award-Winning Bestseller @Aubreywynne51 is a Must-Read! #bookreview #books


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Title: Saving Grace: (Enchanted Keepsakes)

Author: Aubrey Wynne

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

The ghost of the Pungo Witch meets a shattered heart.

 

Chloe Hicks’ life consisted of an egocentric ex-husband, a pile of bills, and an equine business in foreclosure until a fire destroys the stable and her beloved ranch horse. What little hope she has left is smashed after the marshal suspects arson. She escapes the accusing eyes of her hometown, but not the memories and melancholy.

 

Jackson Hahn, Virginia Beach’s local historian, has his eyes on the mysterious new woman in town. When she enters his office, he is struck by her haunting beauty and the raw pain in her eyes. Her descriptions of the odd events happening in her bungalow pique his curiosity.

 

The sexy historian distracts Chloe with the legend of a woman wrongly accused of witchcraft. She is drawn to the story and the similarities of events that plagued their lives. Perhaps the past can help heal the present. But danger lurks in the shadows…

 

The legend of the Witch of Pungo is based on a historical figure.

 

My Review:

After divorcing her abusive husband three years ago, Chloe vows to never let him control her, no matter what. She starts her own horse stables and with the help of her horse trainer, is on the brink of making a profit. But all that changes when her barn burns to the ground. Rumors start flying that she started the fire and she escapes for Virginia Beach to get away from it all. But when strange things start happening in her rented bungalow, she seeks the help of local historian, Jackson Hahn. Is the past repeating itself or can a legendary ghost save Chloe from making the same mistakes she did?

 

I’m a big fan of historical ghost stories and Wynne has a gem on her hands with Saving Grace. I loved everything about Chloe, from her love of horses to her independent spirit. The alternating POVs were a great way to tell the parallel stories of Chloe and Grace although the transitions were a hair jarring at first. While this is a short novella, Wynne weaves a fleshed-out story filled with intriguing characters, romance, suspense and a ghost story. A must read, especially if you love history.

 

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Grace. The sections telling Grace’s story were the best parts for me. I loved how strong she was and how she battled prejudice in her village. No matter what happened to her, she held her head high.

 

My Rating: 4.5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MTFI1FP

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01MTFI1FP

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MTFI1FP

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/saving-grace-aubrey-wynne/1125960682

 

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/saving-grace/id1214652999?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

 

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/saving-grace-93

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36100935-saving-grace

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

 

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

 

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

Social Media Links:

http://www.aubreywynne.com

https://www.twitter.com/aubreywynne51

https://www.facebook.com/magnificentvalor

https://www.instagram.com/Aubreywynne51

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Hell Bound and Hell Hounds by Bestseller @WestonAndrew is a Must-Read #DarkFantasy Series!


 

Title: Hell Bound – Hell Hounds

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:
Hell Bound

In hell, none of the condemned believes they deserve to be there. And that’s fine, so long as they’re not foolish enough to try and do anything about it. For those that do, there’s always Satan’s Reaper–and chief bounty hunter–Daemon Grim.

 

Feared throughout the many layers of the underverse, no one in their right mind dares to cross him.

 

However, when Grim discovers that someone has attempted to evade injustice, and seems hell-bent on gaining access to ancient angelic artifacts, proscribed since the time of the original rebellion in heaven, circumstances point to the fact they may be doing just that.

 

The question is…why?

 

Thus begins an investigation that leads Grim throughout the many contradictory and baffling levels of the underworld, where he unearths a conspiracy that is not only eating its way like a cancer through the highest echelons of Hellion society, but one which threatens the very stability of Satan’s rule.

 

How does Daemon Grim Respond?

 

Rest assured. It’ll be bloody, brutal, and despicably wicked.

 

 

Hell Hounds

Feared throughout the many circles of the underworld, Satan’s Reaper – and chief bounty hunter – Daemon Grim, is known as a true force to be reckoned with.

 

Having eliminated a major player in the uprising eating its way like a cancer through the underbelly of hell, Grim is stunned to discover he cannot afford to rest on his laurels, for the rebellion runs far deeper than was ever imagined. New players have emerged – denizens with uncanny abilities – who seem determined to support Chopin and Tesla’s revolutionary agenda.

 

Ever keen to test their mettle, the Sibitti – personified weapons of the ancient Babylonian plague god, Erra – also appear eager to capitalize on the growing unrest, and set about maneuvering events in order to place themselves in direct opposition to Grim’s investigation.

 

And if that was not cause for concern enough, there’s an insane angel on the loose, a creature as hell-bent on creating havoc as he is to return home.

 

How do Grim and his rabid pack of bounty hunters respond?

 

Baying for blood – doesn’t even begin to describe it.

 

Excerpts:

Hell Bound –

Across the street, a small crowd of mobsters had just exited an old style ale house, and Lady Gemini became much more alert. Hunkering down into a small depression created by the collapse of a major sewer tunnel, she removed a long cylindrical pipe from one of her elongated thigh-flaps, and rummaged around in her breast pocket with the other hand.

 

I watched her movements with professional curiosity.

 

She hasn’t taken her eyes off them once. Now that’s the kind of attitude I want to see.

 

The group comprised two boss types—one a Gomez Adams wannabe, the other a startlingly accurate representation of what you would get if you stuffed a bulldog inside human flesh; a statutory retinue of muscle-bound, knuckle-dragging, brain-dead hoods; and a hulking great lawyer dripping mucus and blood with every step. His steaming name badge gleamed dully in the twilight, and identified him as Othello.

 

Scanning their auras, I doubted the combined IQs of the thugs would challenge the slime Othello left in his wake, so they were obviously there to look mean, grunt in single syllables, and take a bullet for their masters.

 

Which is what they’ll probably be doing a few seconds from now . . .

 

I adjusted the sensitivity of my sweeps and glanced back and forth between the two parties. The Godfather wake was oblivious to the danger. Gemini merely studied them from her place of concealment, and slowly raised the tube to her lips.

 

 

So who’s the mark?

Gemini’s heartbeat never wavered. Nor was there any discernible peak of excitement. If anything, her esoteric presence diminished until it was next to nothing.

 

She’s the proverbial ice queen. Detached, focused, professional.

 

Without warning, the air shimmered and Gemini winked out of sight.

 

A chameleon mesh? This should get interes-

 

No sooner had she disappeared than the undulating mass of hearse flies orbiting her proximity swooped away, and descended en masse upon the unfortunate gangsters. In moments, they were twisting and turning and waving their arms so furiously it looked as if they had suddenly decided to engage in a hip-hop dance off.

 

Is she doing that?

 

Strangled curses turned the air blue as overzealous insects began to bite.

 

One voice cried out louder than the others.

 

“Ow!”

 

Othello slapped the side of his filthy reptilian neck. He coughed, staggered, and reached out to support himself on the nearest boss. Mr. Gomez obviously didn’t like being touched—especially by a lawyer—for he swatted Othello’s hand away as if his illustrious hellegally qualified acquaintance was infected by the plague. Seconds later, Othello’s knees gave way and he crashed to the floor, whereupon his essence started to fade almost immediately.

 

The rest of the entourage took one look at the dissipating mist and starburst away from the scene in terror, closely followed by an inquisitive cloud of hungry buzzing friends.

 

Oh, very clever. She made it look like a simple acci- Eh?

 

By the time I looked back, Gemini had already slithered down from the mound and was halfway toward Westmonster Causeway.

 

Unholy cow but she’s fast. I had never seen her run before. I wonder how long she can keep it up?

 

I never found out. Reaching the banks of the river, Gemini kept going—straight as a die—leaped the shattered balustrade and jumped straight into the filthy waters of the Tombs without creating so much as a splash.

 

Hell Hounds –

Deep beneath the streets of Olde London Town, the brick-lined galleries of the main sewers resounded with the echoes of pursuit. Water splished and filth sploshed in time to erratic footfalls, and every now and then, each resonating burst of frenzied activity was punctuated by an interlude of hacking sobs as the terrified victim tried to catch both his breath and his bearings.

 

The endless chain of low wattage emergency beacons dotted along the apex of the tunnels stretched off into the distance. But their wan light did little to dispel the midnight embrace leaching into every nook and cranny, and if anything, only served to define the darkness into tighter clusters.

 

Isabella Castile slowed her pace and judged her prey’s progress.

 

It had been like this for more than an hour, ever since her quarry had discovered his second wind, in fact, and a determination to fight against the seeming inevitability of his situation.

 

Why Isabella had chosen this particular denizen, she didn’t know. Maybe the color of his hair, the cut of his pinstripe suit, the way he turned his nose up at those around him. None of it mattered now, for once started, she would continue the hunt until she had added his name to a growing list of damned souls who found themselves, at her behest, in dread repose upon the Undertaker’s slab.

 

His haphazard course through the maze was a clear indicator of the Blue Suit’s panic, and the notion that he would leave his fate to happenchance only spurred Isabella to greater efforts. That, and the sour aftertaste lacing his pheromone-ridden trail.

 

Isabella reached the latest in a long line of junctions. Pausing just long enough to taste the ether, she quickly determined his new route and set off with a fresh spring in her step and a deepening ache in her throat.

 

Not long now, my sweet. Not long.

 

A cruel smile stole its way across her lips.

 

Plunk!

 

The betraying splash tolled like a death knell in the dark.

 

Halting her advance, Isabella hugged the shadows along the far wall, and sang: “Can you hear what I hear?”

 

Her tuneful query elicited nothing but silence.

 

Creeping forward, she peered around the lip of a side shaft, her fingers testing the air like spider legs on a web. “And can you see what I see?”

 

A knife appeared in her hand where nothing had existed before. Then it was gone, traversing the fifty-foot gap in the blink of an eye.

 

A grunt coughed out of the gloom. Then a stifled curse. Moments later, the filthy waters slopping about Isabella’s feet turned crimson.

 

She stepped out into the scant illumination offered by a meager cone of light from the ceiling and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

 

“No, please. I’ll give you anything you want . . .” was all the Blue Suit managed to gasp before calamity fell upon him.

 

 

Buy Links:

Hell Bound –

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-bound-andrew-p-weston/1122937633?ean=2940156681334

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26809332-hell-bound

 

Hell Hounds –

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-hounds-andrew-p-weston/1127314562?ean=2940158740053

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36472614-hell-hounds

 

 

Andrew Weston

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek island.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international #1 bestselling and critically acclaimed IX Series, and has the privilege of contributing to the Heroes in Hell shared universe.

 

Social Media Links:
Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andrewpaul.weston

 

 

Governments would kill to hide what they know – Neutral Space by @Rtranbooks #scifi #IARTG


Neutral Space

 

Title: Neutral Space

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Sci-Fi

 

Book Blurb:

Lieutenant Jackson Peterson thought he knew who the enemy was. A bitter war with the Kelsairans made it abundantly clear. When Jackson saves a Kelsairan woman from a wrecked ship, the line is suddenly blurred. Jackson questions everything he knows once he discovers the woman he loves is a soldier too. Now 200 years of fighting stands between him and the only woman he ever wanted. Jackson will risk everything to stop it. Will it be enough? Can Jackson stop the war or will he die in the process?

 

 

Special Giveaway:

US residents can like my Facebook page here between 11/13/17 and 11/20/17 for a chance to win 1 of 3 signed copies of Neutral Space. Winners will be chosen at random. No purchase necessary.

 

 

Excerpt:

I was on a week leave on Micea. It’s a neutral planet, completely alone. It was exactly what I wanted. My tent was pitched, and a fire was blazing. I was a short hike from the lake, perfect for fishing and swimming. I’d been there once before and loved the spot. As I put a pot of coffee on the fire, I saw the ship coming in hot. It was in trouble, and the pilot was struggling to keep it steady. I grabbed my med pack and ran to where it was going to crash.

 

The ship knocked over trees as it skid into the ground. The earth shook, and there was a crash when it impacted. I nearly lost my footing. It only made me run faster. Whoever it was wouldn’t have much time if the ship was heavily damaged. I was relieved to see it was a human craft when I reached the ridge; an old one, but human nonetheless. The hatch was still closed, which was a bad sign; and, the ship was on fire. I found the emergency release lever as I wrapped my hand in the corner of my shirt to protect it from the hot metal.  The hatch opened like a charm when I pulled it.

 

I fell on my ass when I saw an unconscious Kelsairan woman. It was a human craft. Why the hell was a Kelsairan piloting it? She groaned slightly. Kelsairans were the enemy. I should have left her. I couldn’t abandon her to die now that I knew she was alive. My honor wouldn’t allow it. I cursed the whole time I pulled her out of the wreckage. She was bleeding from a wound in her leg, and I knew my med kit would be useless. Kelsairan anatomy was different than a human’s. I cursed again as I hunted for her med kit. Luckily, she’d kept it close at hand, and I found it quickly.

 

I dragged her to safety just as her ship exploded. It knocked me back a step, and I instinctively covered the woman from debris. The noise had my ears ringing. The heat from the fire was unbearable. I pulled her further away until I could figure out a plan.

 

It was a long hike back to my camp. I bandaged her wound temporarily before making a sled to take her the rest of the way. Getting her back, unfortunately, was the easy part. I had to properly address the wound on her upper thigh once she was at my camp. Her one-piece outfit complicated everything. I needed to get to the injury, and its location made it impossible to just cut off the pant leg.

 

My task would have been far easier if Kelsairans didn’t look like humans, but they did. They were usually taller and leaner with opaque eyes and ridges on their brows. Everything else made them appear human. This woman was no exception, and she was undeniably attractive. She was tall and slim. Her breasts were small, yet firm; her hips were perfectly curved. She had ice-blonde hair that was slicked back. Her oblong face had high cheekbones and full lips. I was never this close to one of their women before. I never realized how beautiful they were. Well, this one was anyway.  I tried waking her first, hoping I wouldn’t have to undress her myself but she was unconscious. I considered waiting until morning, but the wound was oozing, and I was afraid of it getting infected.

 

I shook her one last time before reaching for the zipper at her neck. Nothing, she was out cold. Damn, I pulled the zipper down my hands shaking like I was a virgin. I tried not to look as I quickly undressed her, I put one of my own t-shirts on her, but her body was flawless. If I think about it, I can still remember it now. I draped a blanket over her torso and other leg as I worked on her wound. There was a piece of metal lodged in the wound. I had to fish around for it before disinfecting and bandaging it. She looked ridiculous in my shorts. At least she was dressed.

 

I didn’t want to move her again, so I brought my sleeping bag out of the tent and rolled her in. The coffee I’d started earlier was ruined now. I started a fresh pot for my night vigil. Who was this woman and why was she here? I sank into my chair watching as she slept.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon (all countries): http://mybook.to/nspace

 

Rebecca Tran

 

Author Biography:

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.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.rtranbooks.com

Blog: https://rtranbooks.wordpress.com/

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Email:  rtranbooks.com@outlook.com

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We Salute #Veterans and Spotlight #Books for #VeteransDay and #RemembranceDay


Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day in the US and Remembrance Day in Canada. It’s a day to dedicated to remember and honor brave men and women who fought for our country’s freedoms. I thought it would be appropriate to share some books about veterans and this special day. These books range from kids to adult, but all have the same message: thank the military. Without further ado, here they are:

 

Veterans: Heroes in Our Neighborhood by Valerie Pfundstein (Author), Aaron Anderson (Illustrator)

Veterans: Heroes in Our Neighborhood is an engaging rhyming picture book for readers of all ages that fosters mindfulness of and appreciation for the brave service men and women who are also our family, friends, and neighbors.  These are the men and women who bravely served our great country and now humbly serve in our communities.

 

The Poppy Lady: Moina Belle Michael and Her Tribute to Veterans by Barbara Walsh (Author), Layne Johnson (Illustrator)

When American soldiers entered World War I, Moina Belle Michael, a schoolteacher from Georgia, knew she had to act. Some of the soldiers were her students and friends. Almost single-handedly, Moina worked to establish the red poppy as the symbol to honor and remember soldiers. And she devoted the rest of her life to making sure the symbol would last forever. Thanks to her hard work, that symbol remains strong today. Author Barbara Elizabeth Walsh and artist Layne Johnson worked with experts, primary documents, and Moina’s great-nieces to better understand Moina’s determination to honor the war veterans.

 

A portion of the book’s proceeds will support the National Military Family Association’s Operation Purple®, which benefits children of the U.S. military.

 

101+ Resources for Veterans: The Ultimate Resource Guide by Jennifer Hammond (Author), A Hero Foundation (Author)

From the onset of 101] Resources for Veterans: The Ultimate Resource Guide project, it has been our goal to create and provide a resource that will dramatically simplify the process veterans and their family members go through to identify and engage the resources they need to make the transition to life after service.

The book covers:

Entrepreneurship

  • Clickable Institute of Technology, Entrepreneurship
  • and Digital Marketing
  • Veterans Business Services
  • Accion Lending
  • American Corporate Partners
  • & more…

Wellness

  • Hope For The Warriors
  • Allied Forces Foundation
  • Freedom Service Dogs of America
  • Puppies Behind Bars
  • Higher Ground Sun Valley
  • David Lynch Foundation
  • & more…

Employment

  • Hire a Hero
  • Hire Heroes USA
  • American Corporate Partners
  • American Dream U
  • Joining Forces
  • Transition Assistance Program
  • & more…

Transition Services

  • Hope For The Warriors
  • The Mission Continues
  • Operation Homefront
  • Veterans Healing Farm
  • Disabled American Veterans
  • Injured Marine Semper Fi Fund
  • & more…

Education

  • Student Veterans of America
  • Tech Qualled
  • American Dream U
  • Allied Forces Foundation
  • American Corporate Partners
  • AMVETS National Service Foundation
  • & more…

Community & Housing

  • Fisher House Foundation
  • Veterans Support Foundation
  • Operation Renewed Hope Foundation
  • Veterans Association of Real Estate Professionals Gary Sinise Foundation
  • Air Force Enlisted Village
  • & more…

 

Chicken Soup for the Veteran’s Soul: Stories to Stir the Pride and Honor the Courage of Our Veterans by Jack Canfield (Author), Mark Victor Hansen (Author)

Chicken Soup for the Veteran’s Soul will inspire and touch any veterans and their families, and allow others to appreciate the freedom for which they fought.

 

The Last Veterans of World War II: Portraits and Memories

Chronicling the many faces of the WWII effort, these contemporary black-and-white portraits of the longest surviving veterans remind us that the war comprised a collection of Americans from all walks of life. Their penetrating gaze captures the ethos of the endeavor of war. Intimate memories offer glimpses into the horrifying, and at times awe-inspiring, reality of war. The faces of these veterans, from all branches, are juxtaposed with images of their youthful selves and serve as a visual representation of the expanse of their life experiences. Appealing to the families of soldiers, academics, history buffs, and veterans of other wars, this collection is a testament to the spirit of patriotism and strength of a collective American effort.

 

Thank You for Your Service by David Finkel (Author)

No journalist has reckoned with the psychology of war as intimately as David Finkel. In The Good Soldiers, Finkel shadowed the men of the US 2-16 Infantry Battalion in Baghdad as they carried out the grueling fifteen-month “surge” that changed them all forever. Now Finkel has followed many of the same men as they’ve returned home and struggled to reintegrate – both into their family lives and into society at large.

 

In the ironically titled Thank You for Your Service, Finkel writes with tremendous compassion not just about the soldiers but about their wives and children. Where do soldiers belong after their homecoming? Is it reasonable, or even possible, to expect them to rejoin their communities as if nothing has happened? And in moments of hardship, who can soldiers turn to if they feel alienated by the world they once lived in? These are the questions Finkel faces as he revisits the brave but shaken men of the 2-16.

 

More than a work of journalism, Thank You for Your Service is an act of understanding — shocking but always riveting, unflinching but deeply humane, it takes us inside the heads of those who must live the rest of their lives with the realities of war.

 

Final Salute: A Story of Unfinished Lives by Jim Sheeler (Author)

They are the troops that nobody wants to see, carrying a message that no military family ever wants to hear. Since the start of the war in Iraq, Marines like Major Steve Beck found themselves charged with a mission they never asked for and one for which there can be no training: casualty notification. In Final Salute, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Jim Sheeler weaves together the stories of the fallen, the broken homes they have left behind, and one man’s effort to help heal the wounds of those left grieving. But it is not a book about war, politics, or liberal vs. conservative. Achingly beautiful and honest, it is a book that every American-every human-can embrace.

 

MRS N: This is one of the best books we’ve ever read and every American/Canadian should read it so they can understand what it means to honor veterans and their families.

 

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MRS N, Book Addict