Meet Award-Winning Author @Rtranbooks as She Imparts #AmWriting Advice #IAN1 #TuesdayBookBlog


R Tran

 

It’s time for another author interview, this time from award-winning author R. Tran. I first met her a month or so ago. I was intrigued by her series and once I got to know her, I knew you’d love her, too. So grab your favorite beverage and sit down for an in-depth interview. She reveals odd writing habits, choosing character name and how to handle reviews, not to mention how cockroaches totally freak her out. Take it away, R. Tran: 

 

Do you have any odd writing habits?

I usually hand-write my manuscripts first. I read them at least two or three times editing as I go before they are typed. Even though it makes writing anywhere more practical it does make deciphering some notes and edits harder at a later point.

 

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

For my fantasy novels, I use both methods. If the character is important I try to find a name with a specific meaning. Mara for example appears in folklore as a goddess of death and also a demon. It seemed fitting based on where her goals laid at the beginning of the novel. Other characters like Kess got his name in the first draft because I liked the way it sounded and I couldn’t imagine him with any other name.

 

In my novel For Their Sins I had to research names from all over the world making sure that each fit with their country of origin or heritage. A name or two belonged to friends or family as well.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

I hold two degrees including a doctorate. I have a nice house and a good job. My first two published novels reviewed well and even received an award a piece. Yet, none of that compares to my family. My best accomplishment, by far, is my two daughters. They just turned 4 and 6 and I don’t know where my life would be without them.

 

Have you always liked to write?

No, there was a time I didn’t even want to read. I hated it. If there were cliff notes when I was in school I would have had a whole set. Book reports were like pulling teeth for me. Then one day a friend suggested I read A Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind. I thought she was joking; it was three inches thick. But, I fell in love with it and with reading again. Soon after my dad died. That same friend was writing a story that she let me read. I thought I could do that. It was better than therapy. Anything was better than therapy when you’re 16. So, I started writing and haven’t stopped since.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t be afraid to edit. Cut out dead weight so you can highlight the juicy bits. If it doesn’t do anything for the story or seems irrelevant, cut it.

 

Also get a beta reader or two or five before publishing. I had no idea what that was until about two months ago. My third novel was already advertised and out for pre-purchase on Amazon, it was too late for major changes. I lucked out and most of my problems seem to be small, but things could have gone horribly wrong.

 

Lastly, avoid “to be” verbs. They give a very passive tone to the writing. I think in writing that was the one thing that really stuck with me. My college English professor had a limit on how many we could use in a single essay and yes, she counted them. I’ve read other works that don’t follow this rule and what she said is true. ‘To be” verbs aren’t always necessary, well unless you’re Shakespeare.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read all my reviews. I do not respond to them except to say thank you. Not everyone will like my book. It’s why I did not publish for so long. But, the reviewer not only read my book; they took that extra time that most readers don’t to tell others what they thought about it. I don’t always agree with what the reviewer says, but I try to see it from my reader’s perspective. Just because I intended something one way doesn’t mean that is how it was received. I try to learn from criticism; it’s the only way I will grow, learn, and do better on my next book.

 

What is your best marketing tip?

If you aren’t used to talking about yourself do so, and I mean now. You are you’re best salesman. I still have a hard time promoting myself in person, although I haven’t had any formal appearances or signings. Still, if some one sees me writing, I use that opportunity to promote myself. I still have a hard time working up the nerve.

 

If you have a Twitter account, pin a tweet promoting your book to the top of your feed. Anytime I look at new authors I want to follow or even help out by retweeting their books, I want to see that first without scrolling through a bunch of random tweets. If I don’t see one right away I give up.

 

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

The Rashade’ and A Guardian Falls combined is my first book. Originally they were written as one massive manuscript. I split it in two to make it more marketable. I prefer reading a long book. I am just getting into a book around 200 pages. However, I realize I am not the norm. So I followed general publishing consensus and split the book in two. The original manuscript was finished in 2002. Since then I have completed 5 more manuscripts and have 6 more in the works.

 

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

Currently I am working on Volume 3 and 4 in The Chronicles of the Coranydas series. I hope to have these published in February and July, 2018. I am also hoping to have the prequel to the same series ready for publication late next year. It will answer a lot of questions for those that read the series. Lastly I want to finish a manuscript that was inspired by the Exodus story in the Bible. That is, if I quit getting sidetracked by the sequel to For Their Sins.

 

And now for some more personal questions…

 

What is your biggest fear?

Cockroaches! I have an irrational fear of cockroaches. I know I am a thousand times bigger than them and all I have to do is step on them but they are gross. I see one and I jump. Even a dead one instills fear in me when my husband chases me with it or throws it at me.

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

I crossed a lot of them off before the girls were born. But I still want to ride a mechanical bull. I want to visit all 50 states. I want to see the ruins in Greece and Rome. Lastly, I want to ride as many famous and/or record setting roller coasters as I can.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have a scar on my right thigh that I’ve had since I was three. I was climbing out of an old galvanized pool and cut it open on the rim that had rusted through.

 

I have another set on the front of my shin that is nearly faded now. I got those when I was 13 and Three Non-Blondes had the biggest hit on the radio. I was canoeing with one of my best friends and our canoe was rolled by a tree branch under the water. As another group of canoers pushed our boat free the front bolts of the canoe scraped long gashes in my leg.

 

I have my C-section scar from my youngest daughter. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

 

Lastly, I have a scar on the inside of my right pinky finger from a wine glass breaking in my hand this summer. Sorry no fun tale there, just good old-fashioned clumsiness.

 

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

I don’t have any recurring dreams now but when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter I did. I had very vivid dreams about zombies. Most of the time I was hunting them, but sometimes I was being chased. I would wake up occasionally still worried there were zombies lurking in my room.

 

 The Rashade award

 

Title: The Rashade’

Author: R.Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

After her father was murdered before her eyes, Mara Coranyda traded a life of privilege, for one devoted to vengeance. Shortly into her quest to find the mage that murdered him, Mara discovered it wouldn’t be an easy task to accomplish. Not only would she have to find the magical artifacts to destroy him, but she would also have to raise an army to stop his conquest of her homelands.

 

Excerpt:

From her roost in the tree, Mara had a clear view of the mouth of the pass. She bent her head in silent prayer as she had so many times before.

 

Mara jerked her head up as dry leaves crunched under a boot. A scout was in the clearing once again moving slowly. Shiny helmets followed. Soon, helmets became men and men became archers entering the clearing. Most of them didn’t have their bows strung. They talked and laughed as they marched unaware of what lie in wait. When the bulk of the archers entered the clearing, Mara shot the man in the lead. His bow fell off his shoulder as he hit the ground. In the blink of an eye, the sky was thick with arrows and men were falling with loud screams. Those with strung bows began firing blindly into the trees but died first because they were the biggest threat. Those who were bending bows were the next to fall. By now, the enemy cavalry were entering the clearing at a run, trying to get past the hidden archers slaying their comrades.

 

Mara whistled loudly for Bishop and the other riders to join her. She waited for Bishop to pass below her as he ran down the trail and jumped onto his back. Leandra and Valaska led the riders. Drawing her sword, Mara saw the enemy directly ahead. Their lines broke allowing enough room for the Shiori riders to slip among them.  At first sight of women, the men were undeterred, but after Leandra and Valaska got away unscathed after killing a man each, they began to turn their horses and fight.

 

Valaska took off a man’s head in one clean swing. The horse continued to run out of fear adding to the chaos. Mara whistled twice to halt the reign of arrows as Valaska neared the archer’s range. Many of the enemy cavalry still remained. Those who had not scattered into the woods, herded into a tight circle for safety using their small shields to block the arrows.

 

Mara entered the clearing, veering right to pick off stray men leaving the mass of horses for the Shiori to attack as a unit. An enemy soldier charged at her raising his sword to strike. She ducked and held her sword low to her side. Bone cracked as it hit its mark nearly slicing the man in half. Rushing ahead, she swung in a wide arc catching another man in the neck. He fell off his horse grasping his neck in a futile effort to stop the blood. An arrow whizzed past Mara’s left shoulder killing the soldier ahead. Effortlessly, she veered right for another man. He saw her, though, and swung wide. He missed her, but she took his arm. Closer to the pass she saw the end of cavalry and beginning of the infantry. Still, there was no sign of the mage.

 

Mara glanced at the clearing to watch the mass of horses and people in its center. They had to break apart the enemy without risking their own warriors. “Wayette, fire into the center!” she yelled, pointing with her sword. Somehow Wayette heard her over the noise and four arrows caught enemy soldiers off guard. Those men did not break until four more men fell trying to defend themselves from Shiori blades. Mara rushed a few stray men and killed them easily. Storm’s cry overhead signaled the mage’s arrival.

 

Mara rode hard back to the tree line to retrieve Wayette. The mage was already on the ground running to meet her. Mara pulled Wayette onto the horse behind her and headed back to the pass. Mara killed three men as they rode past and Wayette knocked another two away with her staff. When they reached the pass, Wayette sent up a large light spell to signal their own infantry. Within moments, heated shouts erupted from the woods as Shiori warriors rushed onto the battlefield. Mara and Wayette jumped off Bishop’s back and sent him to the woods.  “I’ve got your back until help arrives. Go on,” Mara told Wayette nodding to the mage.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N211HHR

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N211HHR

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-rashade-r-tran/1125475134?ean=9781542433303

 

Author Biography:

I started writing as self prescribed therapy after my dad died when I was 16. As a teenager I was too scared to admit I was depressed so it was my coping mechanism. It took years before I got the courage to publish. In the years between writing was my relaxation whether I finished the stories or not. I had to get them down before I forgot.

 

Twenty years later I have, two degrees, three published books, a husband who loves me, two little girls I adore and a spoiled dog.

 

Social Media Links:

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Twitter: @rtranbooks

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The Rashade’ (Chronicles of the Coranydas Book 1) by @RTranBooks #bookreview #fantasy


 

Title: The Rashade’ (Chronicles of the Coranydas Book 1)

Author: R. Tran

Genre: Fantasy, Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

After her father was murdered before her eyes, Mara Coranyda traded a life of privilege, for one devoted to vengeance. Shortly into her quest to find the mage that murdered him, Mara discovered it wouldn’t be an easy task to accomplish. Not only would she have to find the magical artifacts to destroy him, but she would also have to raise an army to stop his conquest of her homelands.

 

My Review:

Mara Coranyda is a woman on a mission: avenge her father’s murder. After being forced to watch her father being tortured and killed, Mara’s whole focus turns to finding the murderer. She trains with the men and becomes a strong warrior. Shortly into her vengeance journey, she realizes it won’t be easy to avenge her father. She needs magical arts and items to destroy the mage who murdered her father. Word travels to the mage and he retaliates by attacking her territory, ridding the world once and for all of the Coranydas. Will Maya succeed or will she die at the same hands as her father?

 

The Rashade’ reminded me of Game of Thrones or Legends of Windemere, with its in-depth world-building and descriptive narration. The reader is plunged into this world, amid all the action, adventure, back-stabbing and intrigue. The plot progression was slow at the beginning but then sped up as I kept reading. I enjoyed the variety of species and characters. The dialogue was solid, though a little wordy in places. Mara is what kept me reading. She goes through a lot in this book and although I won’t give away spoilers, her growth is immense.

 

If you like fantasy, you’ll love this book. Strong female heroine is front and center while the secondary characters make it an engrossing read. I look forward to reading book two in the series.

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

Mara. I liked how strong of a heroine she is. After witnessing her father’s murder, she seeks revenge. I related to her on several levels. I’m a big fan of butt-kicking heroines in fiction, especially fantasy, and she’s a great character!

 

My Rating: 4 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Rashade-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B01N211HHR

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Rashade-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B01N211HHR

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Rashade-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B01N211HHR

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34032508-the-rashade

 

R Tran

 

Author Biography:

R.Tran is a first-time author who started writing as therapy after losing her father at 16. Her first manuscript was finished 4 years later, but sat around for years gathering dust before she had the courage to let some one read it. Sixteen years and many revisions later what began as therapy is now a published novel.

 

Twenty years after her father’s death she has a husband, two children, and a dog he never met.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.rtranbooks.com

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

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Twitter: @rtranbooks

Email: (used for book promotions) rtranbooks.com@outlook.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16335980.R_Tran

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/r-tran.html

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

“Plenty of Action and Treachery” For Their Sins by @Rtranbooks #bookreview #IARTG #PNR


For thier Sins (6)

 

Title: For Their Sins

Author: R. Tran

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Vampire Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Alexandria Diego never wanted to be special. She was content to lay in bed with her lover forever. One decision will change everything. Suddenly, Alexandria is launched into a life of infamy, which carries a heavy burden that only she can bear. When a vicious war between her people, the Venandi, and their rivals, the Mordere, breaks out it forces Alexandria to change her tactics and be more cautious. But, when her love is captured by the enemy, Alexandria risks everything to get him back.

 

My Review:

Alexandria Diego, born in 1707 as an angel, is destined to be special but it’s up to her to choose the right path: bear children and continue the lineage of Diego or become a warrior. Starting as a child, she trains and learns the way of the Venandi. She’s a fierce warrior and the leader of her house. The future of the house of Diego rests on her shoulders and it’s a burden that takes its toll on Alexandria. Politics, love, lust and power overcome Alexandria and when her hated rival captures her beloved, war and power fade into the background. All that matters is rescuing him from the blasted vampires. Will Alexandria succeed and get her lover back or will she make the greatest sacrifice of all?

 

This was a fascinating paranormal romance and one that I enjoyed. Spanning over 300 years, this is both a historical and modern-day tale, rich in supernatural mythology and romance. Plenty of action and treachery, For Their Sins takes the reader deep into the heart of what it means to be a leader in society. Sacrifices need to be made but at what cost?

 

The vampire and angelic lore intrigued me and Tran writes descriptive narrative with terrific imagery. The reader is swept away, without even realizing it. The plot twists were jarring and I got lost a few times. Romantic interludes were not the main part of the plot, which was original, in my view. Vampires are not “glittering” but gritty, which I enjoyed.

 

If you’re looking for a sweeping paranormal romance with Game of Thrones undertones, pick up this book today.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Alexandria. I really enjoyed reading from her point of view. She has a lot to deal with and yet, she’s a strong heroine with ambitions and drive. She carries the book all on her own.

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Their-Sins-R-Tran-ebook/dp/B0716SVRDS

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Their-Sins-R-Tran-ebook/dp/B0716SVRDS

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Their-Sins-R-Tran-ebook/dp/B0716SVRDS

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35152016-for-their-sins

 

R Tran

 

Author Biography:

R.Tran is a first-time author who started writing as therapy after losing her father at 16. Her first manuscript was finished 4 years later, but sat around for years gathering dust before she had the courage to let someone read it. Sixteen years and many revisions later, what began as therapy is now a published novel.
Twenty years after her father’s death she has a husband, two children, and a dog he never met.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.rtranbooks.com

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

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Twitter: @rtranbooks

Email: (used for book promotions) rtranbooks.com@outlook.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16335980.R_Tran

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/r-tran.html

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Curl Up With Cass From Undone by @LiviaQuinn This Summer! #romance #beachreads #IARTG #ASMSG


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Is it hot where you are? Do you have a trip to the beach planned this summer?

 

When I was a kid our favorite beach spot was Ocean City, Maryland. I remember sitting on the bottom when the tide went out with the water up to my shoulders and tiny gentle waves washing toward me. I’ve tried to recreate that effect in my adult life. It was such a serene relaxing experience.

 

These days, I live on the bayou with alligators and such so getting in the water isn’t as enticing an experience. But one thing I remember was packing my beach bag with books, a beach towel and sunscreen so I could stretch out and wile away the hours with a great book.

 

If you like a great spicy love story, you might like to pack Undone, my sexy romantic adventure in your book bag or on your e-reader. I fell in love with Cass McKay, the sexy Aussie gem hunter when I first met him. And I fell in love with his picture on the cover even though it didn’t show his face. I’ve never considered redoing the cover because well, it’s just so Cass. I hope you love him, too. It’s available on all retailers.

 

Undone

 

Title   Undone

Author  Livia Quinn

Genre Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb

When Aussie gem hunter Cass McKay appears unexpectedly on Elektra’s design shop doorway, her reasons for sending him away a year ago become…complicated, their passion for each other and her dark secret, intricately entwined. The truth will put their love and lives in danger.

 

One year ago, on the eve of Carnival, Elektra broke their engagement after the “Blood” opal was stolen from them. No one steals from Cass, especially not when it cost him the woman he loves.

 

Elektra’s reason for breaking their engagement has now come back to bite her. Cass intends to return to Brazil, putting himself in danger to retrieve her opal, in hopes that Elektra will give their relationship another chance.

 

Staying out of Cass’ bed isn’t an option if she’s going to keep him safe, but coming clean might make things worse. Elektra is walking a tightrope between desire and deceit, and the truth will endanger not only their love, but their lives.

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt

A low animal growl sounded from deep in his chest as he halted, still deep within her, his chest heaving in agonizing uneven breaths. In a single fluid motion, he levered himself off of her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Oh my God, what was happening to them? Agony clamped down on her heart. How could she make this right? Shoulders slumped; he held his shaking hands in front of his face as if he didn’t recognize them as his own. “I’m sorry,” He whispered raggedly.

“Cass—”

Cass held up an unsteady hand. He only had a few words left and he wanted to get them said. He wiped his hand over his face, disgusted. Looking down he saw the rose petals crushed and broken beneath his feet. Like his heart.

He’d done it again; he’d given up his self-respect to this woman who only wanted him for sex and a piece of glorified rock. And this time he’d forced himself on her in an act not entirely of love.

It was over.

He placed his fingers on her chin and waited until she returned his gaze. “When are you going to figure out that you became the successful, intelligent, creative woman you are, despite that sonofabitch of a father? You might flash the Blood in your father’s face, but you’ll only be disappointed if you think it will make him respect you.”

“No, I—”

He pulled his pants on, his shoulders hunched, shook his head. When he turned to her, she ached at the pain and defeat in his eyes.

“You’re terrified of relying on someone, on me— trusting me.”

She couldn’t speak because what he said was true. At least it had been— once.

He stroked her cheek, a slight tremor in his fingers then his hand dropped to his side, “You’re breaking my heart, sheila.”

He walked to the door, said quietly, “Whatever it takes, I’ll get your opal. Then maybe I can move on.”

“But—” he’d tuned her out.

“I won’t touch you again.” As if all his energy had been drained, he rested his forehead against the hard wood. “I have to try to move on.”

Then he was gone.

 

Buy Links

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Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/undone/id1163552307?mt=11

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Author Biography

D.C. native, Livia Quinn, now lives and writes by the bayou in Louisiana. She’s written ten books in her Storm Lake series, both paranormal and contemporary romance. While working as a plant manager, computer trainer, mail lady, professional singer, and small business owner she has stocked her brain full of great characters and fodder for her stories, and she can’t wait to share them with her readers.

 

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If You Liked #WonderWoman, You’ll Love Princess of the Light! #books #superhero #IARTG #ASMSG


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Wonder Woman movie premiered over the weekend and women everywhere were inspired. Little girls came out of the movie theatres fired up and posing like Wonder Woman while grown women’s faces lit with an inner light I haven’t seen since Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered on television back in the 1990’s. Women are clamoring for strong, female superheroes and it’s about time Hollywood responds.

 

Three years ago, we published Princess of the Light. Mary is just your everyday woman working in a bookstore, living her life, until archangel Gabriel announces she’s the Princess of the Light. Her purpose is to be the champion for the downtrodden and helpless. Sounds familiar, right?

 

We know we’re biased but we think fans of Wonder Woman will also love Princess of the Light. Here’s where you can buy your copy:

Free on Kindle Unlimited

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Light-N/dp/1502438453

Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Amazon UK:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5008419

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23009005-princess-of-the-light

 

Here’s the description:

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Here’s a scene to whet your appetite:

I had almost reached the pathway when I felt an ice-cold hand push me hard from behind. Falling forward and losing my footing, I put my arms forward to brace my fall. I landed with a thud and had scraped my hands and knees.

A sinister laugh from behind sent a chill down my spine.

I dusted myself off, stood up quickly and whirled to see the same hooded man that I saw earlier. Fear danced across my heart but I stood my ground.

The hooded man walked in a circle around me, all the while laughing in his low evil tone. This must be what a dying animal feels like when a vulture shows up before the life has actually slipped away.

Little girl, just what do you think you are doing?” My fear quickly changed to annoyance. This was the second time he called me little girl.

I’m a woman, not a little girl. I spent my whole life being told by far too many people that I was a girl and couldn’t do this or that. I had proved them all wrong, and now this evil… whatever he was, would be no different. I cocked my head to one side and said icily, “I am walking, sir. What are you doing, trying to make me dizzy?”

The hooded man stopped, raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.

“I told you to leave him be,” He continued while I had his attention. “I made myself perfectly clear that you are to stay away.”

I mockingly raised an eyebrow in return and smiled to myself. He seemed perturbed that his glaring wasn’t working on me. I would use that to my advantage while I still had my wits about me.

“Do you make it a habit of pushing little girls around?” I sarcastically emphasized the disrespectful word choice. I wanted to egg him on and get him to reveal his true purpose.

It worked.

His brow furrowed as if he was trying to decide what to say or do next. “I push a lot of people around. I’m a demon, little girl.” He leered at me. No joke. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I realized I had known that somewhere deep down from the first moment I noticed him.

“What’s your point? That you are a meaner, uglier class of bully?” I liked where this was going. If I used my senses, I could know his move before he made it. I guess my mother was right about the years of experience I had gotten from the debate club—I really could banter with the best of them.

“Now, listen here, we’re getting off-track.” He took a step closer. “Stay away from my mark! You don’t understand a thing. You think you’re the Princess… whatever that means.” He curled his lip and snarled.

“Who is your mark, that nice homeless man?” I pointed to in the direction of the trees and took a step closer. “Be very careful, demon. It’s not my name you should fear, but that of who gives me strength.” My voice was suddenly powerful and he took a step back.

“Yes. That Walking Man belongs to me and you’re interfering.”

I thought back to how the Light and darkness seemed to ebb and surge within André earlier. I still had a lot to learn, but I knew instinctively that a person’s soul was the true battleground of good and evil.

This man—the creature—in front of me was evil. Just as sure as I was of that, I was sure that I was, in fact, the Princess of the Light.

Light versus darkness… and André’s soul was the one at stake, not just mine.

“I’m where I’m supposed to be, according to the Light.” I stared him down. “He does not belong to you or me. This is the true battle.” I paused. “So, do you feel lucky?” I silently chuckled at the iconic Hollywood line. He didn’t seem to make the connection.

He shook his head and smirked. “Mary, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just trying to help you understand.” His silky voice tickled my ears but I wasn’t fooled by his attempt.

Maybe if I play along, he would reveal more, I reasoned and nodded for him to continue.

“There are things that you don’t know about your power and what’s in store.” He coyly looked at me like he was sharing a secret. “We’re actually on the same team. I’m just trying to help him see his error of the path he has chosen and to correct him.”

I saw right through his seduction and saw he wanted to deceive me. “So, let me get this straight… you’re not fighting me but you’re part of the Light? Is that it?”

His smile faltered, but he nodded anyway. “We’re on the same team, trying to help this poor man.”

“Well, then I think it’s time we prayed for him. Don’t you think?” I grinned as the hooded man paled. I sensed his fear and felt certain that the one thing demons could not do was pray. Praying would mean either giving in to the Light or, at the very least, having to face it. Since, they fear the Light most of all, I couldn’t see how that would be a viable option if he wasn’t telling the truth about his intentions.

Just as I expected, his smile disappeared as he realized I saw through him. His black eyes flashed with anger. “You think you have bested me, little girl. Not quite.”

He raised his arm with his palm aimed at me and spoke in what could only have been ancient language—Aramaic?

My eyes widened as a whirlwind of black smoke or dust flew out of his palm. So enamored with the sight, I almost didn’t realize it was headed straight for me. Without thinking, I lifted my palm to block the swirling vortex. Purple arrows flew out of my palm and destroyed the tornado.

Cool, I thought. I had destroyed whatever it was and glared at the hooded man. He was frozen as his—whatever it was—disappeared.

“Is that the best you’ve got for me, little evil boy?” I said, playing on his own mocking word choice. Then, I raised both of my palms in a defensive stance.

“You will regret this day, girl!” He lifted both arms up and began chanting again.

I took the opportunity to see if I could best him. The Light didn’t need incantations—its power was in its own source. I lifted my head and commanded, “Light, teach this evil little boy who I am!” Bolts of purple light immediately flew out of my palms and shot through the hooded man like swords of Light.

The hooded man screamed in pure agony and dropped his arms. He clutched at his stomach and tried to pull out the bolts of Light. As his hands touched the Light, they disintegrated into black dust. He screamed louder and louder until he was nothing but dust himself.

I looked on with near-disbelief as the Light had vaporized him. Yet, I could still sense him nearby and said with confidence, “Score one for the little girl.” I laughed and added as much for my benefit as for his, “That was lesson one.”

 

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Her First Knight by @LiviaQuinn (May Sales Donated) Spotlight #military #veterans #romance


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Title  Her First Knight

Author  Livia Quinn

Genre  Military Family, Contemporary Romance

Publisher Campbell Hill Publishing

 

Book Blurb

All sales of Her First Knight in May go toward Veterans Charities

 

Ridge Romano is a billionaire inventor, military contractor and the CEO of two multi-billion dollar companies. And he’s on a mission for vets. With a laser focus on his priorities, how did he wind up on a stage between two cover models with a hundred women crying, “Tucker, take it off”?

 

He’d pay for this… somehow.

 

Buffy’s face and body were recognizable worldwide but what she was searching for was the face of her franchise. She’d come to D.C. to find that face, interviewing cover models from around the world, and finally she’d found her man. Tucker – the late arrival – had that ‘je ne sais quoi’ that would make her talent agency and photography studio an immediate success. She had to have him.

 

There was just one problem. He wasn’t a cover model and said he had more important priorities – veterans. Who was she to argue with such a noble cause? The trouble was the Calloways always knew what they wanted, and Buffy wanted Tucker. Could this be the first time a Calloway was wrong?

 

 

Excerpt

He’s the one, isn’t he?” Her eyes lit with a strategic fire. “Isn’t he, Lana Jean Calloway?”

 

Buffy couldn’t help but smile. She hadn’t heard her full name in that tone of voice since she was eight. “No one’s keeping anything from you, Mom. I’m sure if you ask Ridge right now if he’s the one, he’d back out of here quicker than you could say gumbo. Please don’t blow it.”

 

“You knew about this, Mother,” Pamela said, calling Lillie by her affectionate nickname, to make her point of why she shouldn’t have been left out. It didn’t sound very affectionate.

 

“Mom, it’s just not quite time to go shopping for a wedding dress, ‘ya know?” She hugged her mother who relaxed, but Buffy could tell she wasn’t about to give up. She gave Lillie a what now? grimace and Lillie just patted them both on the back.

 

“Come on, girls. They could talk until next month about the wars and your Mr. Romano’s project but I think they could use a distraction. Buffy, grab the potatoes, and I’ll call your father to get the ham.”

 

Lunch proceeded without a hitch. Luc said his goodbyes and took off. Ridge made the rounds thanking everyone for their support and promised to come back one day. This concerned Buffy. It sounded too much like the distant future. Shaking Earl’s hand he said, “Sir, my company has a more advanced prosthesis. I can arrange it for you if you’re interested; it’s lighter and more flexible than the version you have.”

 

Earl narrowed his eyes and said, “Son, I’m ninety-three years old. This old arm has become like my real arm over the years, and we do just fine. Getting a new one at this stage of my life would be like a woman gettin’ fake boobs when she’s past her prime.”

 

“Old coot,” Ridge thought he heard Lillie say under her breath.

 

“Watch it, Dad,” said Robert who just put his arm around a steaming Lillie and hugged her. “Ignore him, sugar.”

 

“Now, Earl,” Roberta said, and her look seemed to be the only thing that made him quail.

 

Then Buffy’s great-grandfather shook Ridge’s hand and, looking around him at Buffy, said, “You chose a fine man, youngin’.”

 

Silence.

 

Ridge turned slowly to look at Buffy. She shrugged and shook her head. It wasn’t me.

 

Then she watched with an impending sense of doom as her mother put her hand on Ridge’s shoulder and said, “Might as well buy the ring, dear. When a Calloway tells you, you’re the one, it’s like that old saying, “If I tell you the moon is made of green cheese, get your crackers.” She nodded, yep.

 

“I—” Buffy’s head sank into her hands. Why had she thought this picnic could take place without a bomb going off?

 

 

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“Just Don’t Tell the Humans…” Destiny Box Set by @LiviaQuinn #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title Storm Lake Box Set 1: Destiny

Author Livia Quinn

Genre Paranormal Romance, Paranormal

 

Book Blurb

Welcome to Destiny, or should I say Middle Earth…

 

Ages ago a pact was made between all the supernatural species – shifters, djinn, dragons, vampires and fae – to protect humans. Just don’t tell the humans…

 

Enter Middle Earth. You won’t want to leave.

 

The best buy – three books in one, a great introduction to the Paramortals world of tempestaeries (storm witches), dragons, shifters vampires and fae.

 

Excerpt

Storm Crazy:

I heard a quiet click of metal behind me, spun around and swallowed a startled gasp. I was staring into the barrel of a mean looking gun, and at the other end of that rigid grip was an even meaner looking Jack Lang, the one I hadn’t met until now, a cold-as-ice predator. His knuckles were white but his arm was steady as a granite mountain.
“Where’s…my…daughter?” he growled. One eye actually twitched as silver eyes whitened into pure frost. If he was trying to scare me, he’d succeeded.
A sound rumbled up from his chest like that of an animal. “What have you done with Jordie?”
Recognition came in a flash. I smacked my hand against my forehead. “I knew I recognized her.”
His eyes seemed to take on an angular appearance, brows winging up, but the gun never wavered.

“Woman, you’d better start talking or you’re not going to like my next move.”
Not an animal—a papa-bear.
I’m sorry.”
He gave a snarl of pain and grabbed me. “What do you mean you’re sorry?”
“I mean…” I squirmed in his bruising grip… “I’m sorry I didn’t put it together.”
He roared, “What the hell are you talking about? Where is Jor—”
“She’s at your parents’.” It finally dawned on me; he thought I’d kidnapped his daughter. Zeus’ newborn godling!

 

Cry Me A River:

“What’s a Tempest fairy?” I asked her finally.

“Tempestaerie,” she corrected. “A major Tempestaerie can control the elements, air and water, though they will have some influence over fire and earth. Thus—my rain and lightning bolts, such as they were. Minor Tempestaeries like Paige have no significant talent.”

“Is that an honest assessment or just two kittens fighting over the milk?” I asked.

“Tempe’s understating her potential, Jack.” Dylan said, “In the past they’ve been known to call down asteroids.”

That got my attention.

Tempe shrugged. “It’s not all catastrophic drama though. A storm faerie, as we’ve been called, can turn into anything associated with weather.” She was quiet for a minute then her gaze met mine, her voice turned soft, sad. “I just remembered—when I was in my first week at school I think, it had been raining for days—the principal’s assistant came to my teacher and handed her a pair of black boots. There was a note in them from my mother. It said, “So your little feet will be dry and I can keep my girl close.” Her eyebrows dipped as tears flooded her eyes. “She’d turned into a pair of boots, and I walked around with her on my feet all day… long.”

Aurora said, “It was all Phoebe could get away with—”

A few splats of water were the only warning we had before a gentle rain began to fall on every surface of Aurora’s workroom. “Oh, dear. It’s getting quite unpredictable,” Aurora said as she wiped the rain from her eyes.

 

Eve of Chaos:

For the rest of the evening, no matter where she was, if she turned her head, and looked across the expanse of revelers she’d find his eyes locked on hers, as if he’d been waiting for her to turn. Once, she turned back toward the bar but it was oddly clear, only Flambe´ standing there, framed by the oak counter, one of his swords standing in front of him on its hilt, the tip nearly reaching the Knight’s chest. He’d been cleaning it, shining and stroking the deadly edges with a cloth, so intimately acquainted with them that he wasn’t even watching.

 

His attention was all on her, the rims of his eyes lined like a predator’s, causing her to shiver briefly, but if that look was for her, he should know she was not prey. By her very nature, predators were her enemy. And still she felt the pull of pure heat as if they were connected in some way.

 

Sometime after Tempe and Jack left, the orchestra had suddenly stopped playing the zydeco music and the unlikely strains of a minuet had filled the room. Everyone looked up in surprise. Then as it had when he entered, the crowd split, giving the swordsman a wide berth as he strode purposefully across the ballroom floor toward Montana’s side of the room, his gaze locked on hers the whole way. Surely… she broke the contact to search the area around her, but there was no one nearby. He was coming for her. Her Dinnshencha reared up, readying for this formal meeting. It seemed impossible that she hadn’t actually met him yet.

 

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#FREEBIE Alert: The Du Lac Devil by @maryanneyarde April 15 – 18th! #HistoricalFantasy #IARTG


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

Author: Mary Anne Yarde

Genre: Historical Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

The Award-Winning series ~ The Du Lac Chronicles, continues:

 

War is coming to Saxon Briton.

 

As one kingdom after another falls to the savage might of the High King, Cerdic of Wessex, only one family dares to stand up to him — The Du Lacs.

 

Budic and Alden Du Lac are barely speaking to each other, and Merton is a mercenary, fighting for the highest bidder. If Wessex hears of the brothers’ discord, then all is lost.

 

Fate brings Merton du Lac back to the ancestral lands of his forefathers, and he finds his country on the brink of civil war. But there is worse to come, for his father’s old enemy has infiltrated the court of Benwick. Now, more than ever, the Du Lac must come together to save the kingdom and themselves.

 

Can old rivalries and resentments be overcome in time to stop a war?

 

Excerpt:

“I didn’t mean to offend,” the monk said with compassion. “I simply wanted you to have this,” he handed the crucifix to Merton. “There is always a way back. Remember, Jesus looks for the lost sheep, not the ones who are all ready part of the congregation.”

 

Merton took the cross and rubbed his fingers lightly over the rough wood. “Thank you,” he said, raising his eyes to look at the boy. It was unusual for a man of the cloth to speak to him, they all feared the demon inside him would jump out and devour them whole. “What’s your name?”

 

“Sampson,” the boy replied instantly. “It is never too late to repent,” he continued, unperturbed at speaking to one who was so actively shunned. “Forgiveness is given to those who seek it.”

 

Merton looked back towards his brother. Budic had slumped in the chair, his head in his hands. Merton’s grey eyes clashed with Josephine’s blue ones, and the memory of a past love swept over him. He made himself look away. Some things were better forgotten. “Maybe Jesus should concentrate on the sheep that willingly follow him and leave the rest of us to the wolves.” He handed the crucifix back. “I don’t want it,” he added quietly.

 

The boy shook his head in disagreement. “You don’t understand. I can rid you of the demon inside. I know how to make them leave your body,” he spoke with confidence, his eyes sparkling with determination.

 

“Practice your skills on someone else,” Merton replied. “But thank you for the offer,” he added when he saw the disappointment in the boy’s eyes. “I do not deserve or want absolution.”

 

“We need to go, come on,” Alden stated, it was bad enough hearing the rumours of what Merton had become, he would not stand and listen to his brother condemn himself as well.

 

The boy watched them leave.

 

“There are some demons that are too powerful, even for you,” the Abbot said, placing his hand on the boy’s thin shoulder. “Stay away from Merton du Lac.”

 

“He needs my help,” the monk argued. “I thought it was our responsibility to bring the word of God to everyone, regardless of what they have done. Does that not apply to him?”

 

“He knows the word of God, but he has chosen to ignore it and now we must ignore him. You can not save everyone.” The Abbot squeezed his shoulder and then walked back towards the coffin.

 

“I will save you, Merton du Lac,” Sampson whispered the promise. “As God is my witness, I will.”

 

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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.
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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If You’re a #Tarantino Fan, You’ll Love Chasing Bedlam by @cyallowitz #bookreview #IARTG


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Title: Chasing Bedlam

Author: Charles E. Yallowitz

Genre: Black Humor, Satire, Dystopia

 

Book Blurb:

Lloyd and Cassidy’s last adventure was to honor a life. This time they are out to end one.

It was a normal, violent mission to Texas that should have had nothing more than beer-induced hiccups. That is until an old enemy makes off with Cassidy’s jeep and most of their gear. Needless to say, she’s pissed off and challenging Lloyd for the psychopath of the month award. With the mouthy serial killer by her side, she is going on the warpath from Dallas to Miami even if it means declaring war on the drug cartels.

So strap in for another wild ride through the Shattered States and learn why you never mess with Cassidy’s jeep.

 

My Review:

Readers of Patrick deWitt and Joe Abercrombie, not to mention Tarantino: take a ride with me through the Shattered States.

 

Lloyd and Cassidy are back and in this adventure, all bets are off. An old rival has stolen Cassidy’s jeep and now she’s out for blood. It doesn’t matter to her who she has to kill or how many, she’s going to make everyone pay.

 

In the same vein as filmmaker Quintin Tarantino, Yallowitz brilliantly creates a hoard of death, blood and violence all with humorous banter between the characters. Strictly speaking, this is more than dystopian fiction; it’s black humor with bloodshed.

 

The action is swift and the dialogue is nicely peppered throughout so as to not distract too much from the violence. Lloyd and Cassidy are hilarious while the drug gangs are blissfully stupid. All in all, a fun read.

 

I found the bloodbath a bit excessive, at times, but that’s just me.

 

I’m a sucker for a good chapter title and Yallowitz nails these:

Back with a Bang

Child of the Battle Zone

First Sex . . .

. . . Then Violence

Malice on the Mississippi

The City of Beads & Blood

The Cats, The Mouse, & The Monster

Belles of the Homecoming Harvest

Don’t Feed that Puppy!

Nuts!

Attack of the Pricks

Worst Sightseeing Tour Ever

Return of the Old Friend

A Lawsuit Waiting to Happen

Told You I Know a Guy

Debauchery & Dented Skulls

Vengeance with a Side of Chocolate

 

If you like dystopia, action, lots of gunplay, and/or a killer female main character, 1-click Chasing Bedlam today. Your future self will thank you!

 

Disclaimer: I received a copy from the author in the hopes I’d review it.

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

“Now, the distraction’s job is to keep you looking in one direction while a mischievous maiden of mayhem prepares her new toy somewhere else. Don’t bother running, boys, because she’ll take that as an insult.”

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Even Dragons Get the Blues… Take These Broken Wings @LiviaQuinn #books #dragons #MFRWAuthor


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How do you handle stress?

 

Sheriff Jack Lang came to Destiny after hearing it was a normal “safe” small town – the perfect place to raise his teenage daughter after years of abuse by his crazy ex. Well, the “normal” ship sailed the day he met Tempest Pomeroy. The weeks that followed challenged him far beyond his years as a Navy pilot. He’d been both appalled and attracted to the quirky mail carrier with the rainbow shaded hair and unpredictable weather “talents”. The events of the last months had rolled over them like a tidal wave and just as he was getting used to the idea of being a human lawman in a town of supernaturals, his world had been turned upside down.

 

 

Blurb:

Five months ago, Sheriff Jack Lang would have sworn there were no such things as vampires, tempestaeries, djinn or dragons. That was before he met Tempest Pomeroy, trouble magnet and sexy redheaded mail lady. He’d fallen for her before he found out about her “special abilities”. But that wasn’t what turned his life upside down. No, to say Jack’s world had gone FUBAR was like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

 

Tempe had been afraid her supernatural nature would be a problem for Jack, who’d mistaken Destiny for a “Mayberry-like” small town, but that didn’t explain why he’d left her in favor of haunting the highest levees in the parish. She knew he’d received a shock, but what was it going to take to get him to return to his life and to her? A stubborn man is one thing; a grumpy, depressed twenty-ton dragon is a bit more of a challenge.

 

 

Excerpt:

My stomach growled, again, and I caught a tantalizing whiff. What was it with this persistent aching hunger? Lately, I ate anything in my path, and I mean anything.

 

One thing had changed, however¾my sense of smell. I could smell a flea farting at fifty paces. I walked quickly around the building, tossing the coffee to the curb and marched like a laser beam – straight to the green dumpster at the rear of the parking lot.

 

The next thing I knew I was hip deep in trash, my new sniffer guiding me through an assortment of bags and boxes. My stomach thundered, but I was getting used to it, being hungry, I mean. I didn’t know what it took to fill up my dragon gut because so far it had never been full. And these pickings were slim.

 

What once would’ve turned Jack Lang’s stomach wasn’t bothering me, Jack Lang, Dragon Shifter, in the least. From here on, I’d be thinking of dumpsters as food banks.

 

I took in the chewed chicken wings, packets of catsup, smashed French-fries and hushpuppies, a bag of dredging flour and cornmeal. My mind lumped it together as energy. I squeezed the catsup onto my tongue. I couldn’t get enough, the containers and packaging were slowing me down. I popped leftover bones and followed them with handfuls of flour. Then I spotted a bucket of old grease and food sitting by the door to the dumpster. Yum!

 

As I reached for the handle a pair of familiar work boots and tanned legs entered my field of vision. “Jack, what are you doing in that dumpster?”

 

Tempe’s eyes widened when she saw my face, my hand on the handle of the bucket. I followed her gaze to the flour covering my shirt, pants and boots. I’d been single-mindedly scavenging and hadn’t had a clue that my uniform was caked in white crud, probably my face as well.

 

“Oh, this?” I couldn’t stop… I was on a binge. I reached for the bucket of slop, which had probably been awaiting some pig farmer, and upended it like a Super Duper 90 drink from Gatorz Grub.

 

While I guzzled the rich fatty mix of lard and leftovers I watched Tempe’s face turn green and she grimaced. “That is so gross!”

 

I stopped long enough to belch. “Hold that thought.” I finished off the bucket, let out an audible sigh of satisfaction, wiped my hands on my pants and tossed her my keys. “Do me a favor, will ya? Grab one of the duffels from my trunk.”

 

Her face said I needed more than just a clothing change. Well, it is what it is. I realized I was approaching midday with a different attitude, although it probably wasn’t quite the attitude Tempe had been looking for. When she returned, I pulled myself away from my delicious snack—I could always slip back tonight after they’d restocked my dumpster—they were open twenty-four hours.

 

I burped and cut a big gust, as we Navy pilots say. Tempe stopped a couple feet away pinching her nose shut. “Zeuus, Jack! Uu bight deed to thee a twagon toctor.” She extended the duffel to me with one finger of her other hand, as if she was afraid of getting cooties. I stripped off my shirt and pants and tugged on the clean clothes.

 

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

 

“I was on my way to Harmony and spotted your cruiser. I was just curi¾ Her voice trailed off.

 

“You were curious if I’d gone back to work like I said I would. You don’t have to worry, Tempe, darling.” I winced at my sarcastic tone. There was going to be hell to pay for treating the women I loved like this, but right now… “I stopped for coffee but after I meet with the ME, and have lunch with my mom, I plan to find Jordie wherever she is and let her flay my scales off. Then I have a case to solve.”

 

She didn’t miss that I hadn’t mentioned us. Things were not kosher in Denmark, or whatever that saying was, but I was making some baby steps toward taking my old life back. That was good, right?

“What’s up with the dumpster diving?”

 

I adjusted my gun belt on my hip and shrugged, “I was hungry.”

 

“Well, sorry I interrupted. Have you talked to Conor about this…um… hunger problem?” Tempe asked.

 

“Nope.” I spotted two nearly whole turkey legs lying on top of a trash bag and reached in snagging them—with two claws that shot out of my fingertips! “Shit.”

 

“What is it?” Tempe jumped forward, alarmed.

 

I held up my hand to show Tempe the drumsticks speared on a pair of five-inch claws. “How am I supposed to investigate when… claws pop out of my hands when I least expect it?”

 

“Um, well…” her lips twisted in a grimace. She shrugged.

 

“Right.” I took two chomps on the grimy, rotten legs then tossed them over my shoulder into the dumpster as I walked away, staring as the claws receded when they weren’t needed anymore. Which actually kind of rocked.

 

 

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Songs of Insurrection by @JCKang804 Book Blitz #fantasy #IARTG #99cents


Songs of Insurrection
J.C. Kang
(Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1)
Publication date: January 6th 2017
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

Princess Kaiya’s voice could charm a dragon.

 

Had she lived when the power of music could still summon typhoons and rout armies, perhaps Cathay’s imperial court would see her as more than a singing fool. With alliances to build and ambitious lords to placate, they care more about her marriage prospects than her voice.

 

Only the handsome Prince Hardeep, a foreign martial mystic, recognizes her potential. Convinced Kaiya will rediscover the legendary but perilous art of invoking magic through music, he suggests her voice, not her marriage, might better serve the realm.

 

When members of the emperor’s elite spy clan– Kaiya’s childhood friend Tian and his half-elf sidekick (or maybe he’s her sidekick?)– discover mere discontent boiling over into full-scale rebellion, Kaiya must choose. Obediently wedding the depraved ringleader means giving up her music. Confronting him with the growing power of her voice could kill her.

 

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EXCERPT:

CHAPTER 1

Not-So-Chance Meetings

If marriage were a woman’s grave, as the proverb claimed, sixteen-year-old Princess Kaiya suspected the emperor was arranging her funeral. Entourage in tow, she shuffled through the castle halls toward the garden where General Lu waited. Given his notorious dislike of the arts, the self-proclaimed Guardian Dragon of Hua had undoubtedly envisioned a different kind of audition when he requested to hear her sing.

After all, she was dressed like a potential bride.

She buried a snort. The Guardian Dragon—such a pretentious nickname. The only real dragon, Avarax, who lorded over some faraway land, might make for a more appealing audience. A quick trip down his gullet would spare her a slow death in a marriage with neither love nor music.

And it wouldn’t matter what she wore.

The gaudy dress compensated for her numerous physical imperfections, but stifled the only thing that made her special. How was she supposed to sing with the inner robe and gold sash squeezing her chest, in a futile attempt to misrepresent her woefully underdeveloped curves? The tight fold of the skirts concealed her lanky legs, but forced a deliberate pace. At least the short stride delayed the inevitable, while preventing her unsightly feet from tripping on the hanging sleeves of the vermilion outer gown.

At her side, Crown Princess Xiulan glided across the chirping floorboards. Kaiya suppressed a sigh. If only she could move with the nonchalant grace of her sister-in-law, or even the six handmaidens trailing them. She dug her nails into clammy palms. Through this choreographed farce, appearances had to be maintained, lest she embarrass her father, the Tianzi.

Chin up, back straight. A racing heart threatened to ruin her already meager semblance of imperial grace. Eyes forward. Servants knelt on either side of the looming double doors, ready to slide them open. She forced a smile, with her best approximation of feminine charm. If only she’d lived before Dragon Songs had faded into legend, she could’ve sent the realm’s victorious hero fleeing with the song he supposedly wanted to hear.

An aging palace official stepped into her line of sight.

Singular focus on the doors broken, she blinked. Her fluttering pulse lurched to a stop as she blew out a breath.

His blue robes ruffled as he tottered forward with averted eyes and a bobbing head. He creaked down into a bow. “Emergency, Dian-xia,” he said, using the formal address for her rank. “The Tianzi commands you to greet a foreign delegation in the Hall of Bountiful Harvests.”

 

Author Bio:

 

JC Kang’s unhealthy obsession with Fantasy and Sci-Fi began at an early age when his brother introduced him to The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Star Trek and Star Wars. As an adult, he combines his geek roots with his professional experiences as a Chinese Medicine doctor, martial arts instructor and technical writer to pen epic fantasy stories.

 

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If You Were Me and Lived in … the Ancient #Mali Empire by @CarolePRoman #bookreview #kidlit


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Title: If You Were Me and Lived in…the Ancient Mali Empire

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Mateya Arkova (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, Ancient History, Mali Empire

 

Book Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman as she travels back in time to visit the exciting Ancient Empire of Mali in Africa during the 1300s. Learn about the varied customs and cultures. Travel to the past to discover what you would eat and do for fun. See the land and its rich history through the eyes of a youngster like you.

 

Don’t forget to look at the other books in the series so that you can be an armchair time traveler.

 

My Review:

Carole P. Roman is back with one of her most informative and insightful books in her historical/cultural series to date. She’s thrusting us into the ancient empire of Mali in the 1330’s AD. So sit tight and travel back in time to 14th century Sudan.

 

Mali started as a small part of the kingdom of Ghana but soon rebelled against the government and became their own kingdom.

 

With strong leadership, Mali took control of trade routes and soon became a mecca for trade and wealth.

 

Many in the Mali Empire followed the religion of Islam.

 

Houses were made from mud bricks and adobe plaster. The earthen walls cooled the inside which was handy since there wasn’t any air conditioning.

 

Since there was no written language, history was told by storytellers (griots). They were well-respected among the people and the king.

 

The most respected job was that of the farmer. They tended the fertile land near the river and provided food for everyone.

 

Although Mali was known for its gold, it did not produce or mint coins. Instead, salt was traded for goods in the marketplace. Only the king could use gold nuggets for trade.

 

When I first saw this book, I had no prior knowledge of the Mali Empire. It intrigued me and I’m so thankful to Carole P. Roman for spotlighting this ancient empire. I learned so much, more than I ever thought possible, and I know many children and adults will enjoy this book, too.

 

While this book is almost eighty pages, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It’s stuffed with many fascinating facts about what life was like in Mali and a fantastic educational resource. Both classroom and homeschool teachers will want this as part of their curriculum. I highly recommend this one!

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Were-Lived-Ancient-Mali-Empire-ebook/dp/B01N7OT0PM

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33405623-if-you-were-me-and-lived-in-the-ancient-mali-empire

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

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

 

Twitter https://twitter.com/caroleproman  

 

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

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Hop Aboard @CarolePRoman’s Spaceship and Travel to #Mars! #bookreview #kidlit


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Title: If You Were Me and Lived on…Mars (If You Were Me and Lived in…) (Volume 21)

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Mateya Arkova (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Picture Books, Astronomy, Space

 

Book Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman when she blasts off to colonize the planet Mars, in the newest book of her informative series. Learn about how life would be living on the Red Planet. Travel to Olympus Mons, the largest volcano in the solar system. Look into the sky and watch Phobos and Deimos, Mars’ two moons. Discover what you would wear, and how the seasons change. See Mars through the eyes of an adventurous youngster like you and understand what life is like in a trip of a lifetime. Don’t forget to look at the other books in the series so that you can be an armchair traveler.

 

My Review:

Ever wonder what life is like on Mars? Step aboard Carole P. Roman’s spaceship and travel to Mars. You’ll learn all sorts of fascinating facts including:

 

Mars and Earth have approximately the same amount of land. Earth appears larger but much of its surface is water.

 

The air on Mars is much thinner and has less oxygen so you’d have to wear a special suit when outside on Mars.

 

Mars has two moons orbiting around it. Phobos is the larger one and Deimos is smaller, both named after Greek gods.

 

Mars has summer and winter, just like Earth.

 

A year on Mars lasts 1.88 Earth years and a day on Mars is a little more than 24 hours.

 

This is such a fantastic book on astronomy and space. Perfect for children who are fascinated by space. There’s a lot of detail packed into this little book and it makes a great tool for both homeschool teachers and classroom teachers. Roman stays consistent with her series and shares facts children would be interested in while capturing children’s imaginations with bright, colorful illustrations. I’d recommend reading this aloud and having children ask questions.

 

Another brilliant book by one of my favorite children’s book authors!

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/If-You-Were-Lived-Mars/dp/1540869725

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33941064-if-you-were-me-and-lived-on-mars?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

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

 

Twitter https://twitter.com/caroleproman  

 

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

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

One to Ten: Squirrel’s Bad Day by @CarolePRoman #bookreview #FridayReads #kidlit


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Title: One to Ten: Squirrel’s Bad Day

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Mateya Arkova (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Picture Books, Children’s Books

 

Book Blurb:

Squirrel is rushing along a tree limb when she trips, losing all her acorns into the rushing water of the river below. Angry and frustrated, she doesn’t know what to do. Her good friend, Rabbit, lends both a sympathetic ear as well as a solution.

 

Rather than get angry, Rabbit tells her, rate the problem on a scale of one-to-ten. By identifying and realizing the true importance of the issue, the issue may not seem so overwhelming.

 

Adorable forest creatures help the sad squirrel put everything into perspective so he does not to get stuck in a rut over something that may not be a big deal after all.

 

My Review:

We’ve all had bad days when nothing seems to go right; Squirrel’s no different. After picking acorns, she accidentally trips and all her acorns fall into the river. Distraught, she starts to cry. Her friend, Rabbit, comes along and helps Squirrel gain some perspective.

 

In the vein of Dr. Seuss, Carole P. Roman takes something everyone can relate to (a bad day) and teaches a valuable lesson: perspective. Rating each problem is an easy and fun way to bring perspective clearly into view.

 

Readers young and old will find value in this colorful picture book. The whimsical wording makes this a rhyming story while the beautiful, colorful illustrations takes the reader deep into the forest.

 

I, myself, was having a bad day when I first read it and by the time I finished, I was smiling and the clouds had lifted. An inspiring book and one that I will be re-reading. Best book by Roman to date. I highly recommend this book!

 

Disclaimer: I received an paperback copy from the author in the hopes I’d review it.

 

Favorite Quote: “When you have a problem, whether it’s big or small, think of a number to rate it, maybe it won’t bother you at all.”

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/One-Ten-Squirrels-Bad-Day-ebook/dp/B01NCB7ON2

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32827452-one-to-ten

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

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

 

Twitter https://twitter.com/caroleproman  

 

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

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

 

 

Bartholomew Buggins: A Zombie with Different Cravings by @CrystalMarcos #kidlit #IAN1


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Title: Bartholomew Buggins: A Zombie with Different Cravings

Author: Crystal Marcos

Genre: Children’s Picture Book

Book Blurb:

A humorous Children’s rhyming picture book by Award-winning author Crystal Marcos about a distinguished little zombie who just want to be your friend.

Coming in April 2017!

Book Trailer:

Buy Links:

Pre-Order on Amazon for the special price of $2.99 + you can receive a Signed Paperback for the super-low price of $10 including shipping to US and $13.95 to Canada

 

Personalized Signed Paperback http://www.crystalmarcos.com/bb/buggins.html

Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUMIROF/

Crystal Marcos

Author Biography:

Award-winning author Crystal Marcos has been a storyteller her entire life. As the oldest of five children, she had to do a lot of entertaining. She lives on the Kitsap Peninsula in Washington State with her husband, daughter Kaylee, and toddler son Jaxon. Crystal is the author of Middle Grade Readers, BELLYACHE: A Delicious Tale and HEADACHE: The Hair-Raising Sequel to BELLYACHE, Young Adult Novel, Novus (The Cresecren Chronicles, Book 1), and Children’s Picture Book, Bartholomew Buggins: A Zombie with Different Cravings.

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.crystalmarcos.com/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CrystalMarcos

 

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

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3437107.Crystal_Marcos

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

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/crystal-marcos-b9b9792a

Amazon Author Profile: https://www.amazon.com/Crystal-Marcos/e/B003TGP4EO

#Authors: Get Real on #SocialMedia and Readers Will Respond #ASMSG #IARTG


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“Marketing is first and foremost about connecting.” – Wendy Paine Miller

Today’s publishing market requires authors to wear several hats, one of them being marketer. For many authors, they haven’t a clue what to do or how to get the word out about their book(s). I see it all the time on Twitter, Google+, Facebook, LinkedIn; authors posting about their books in an unending stream of impersonal tweets and posts.

“BUY MY BOOK! BUY MY BOOK! BUY MY BOOK, PLEASE!”

I shake my head because these authors miss the whole point. Social media is at its core, social. It’s a powerful marketing tool, if you know how to use it. Let me give you an example:

Back in 2012, I wrote my debut novel, Princess of the Light. When the time came to edit and publish it, I started chatting with some of my Twitter followers about it. Nothing major, just musings and observations. People started asking me more about it and I shared the story behind POTL. They were intrigued and as a result bought it when it was released. I’m proud to say they were my first readers and have been loyal ever since.

How did I do it? I made a connection and readers responded.

When I’m on social media, I’m a real person, not some robot. I talk about more than my books. I talk about baking, sports, what I’m reading, writing, editing, cooking, interesting articles I’ve read, news, politics, supporting food banks, the weather… the topics are endless. I’m being social and in this day and age of automation and technology, the simple act of saying good morning makes a huge impact.

So, what about book marketing?

I’m a writer and as a writer, I take great pride in crafting attention-grabbing tweets. Words are my thing and especially on Twitter, it’s a challenge to grab the reader by the collar so that they’ll want to click-through to learn more. I love it, though, because it hones my writing skills. I encourage all authors to try it.

Here are ten quick tips to help you get real on social media:

  • Use this formula when posting on social media – 20% book marketing, 10% small talk (weather, exercising, cooking, etc.), 30% retweets, 20% personal (I use this to post baking/cooking pics), 20% other interests (sports, hobbies, news, politics, etc.)

 

  • Post consistently on social media. I know time is a rare commodity for all of us. So whether you’re on Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram or Facebook, post consistently. The so-called experts tell us that we should only be posting x number of times per day/week. Listen, do what works for you. For me, I post on my blog 5 days a week, tweet every 20 minutes or so (thanks to Triberr) and post to Pinterest at least once a week. It’s all I have time for but it works for me. Consistency is the key.

 

  • Use graphics/images in all of your posts. Humans are, as a rule, visual people. We eat with our eyes first, or so says my husband (Retired Chef MR N). People identify with an image and sometimes that image has a bigger impact than the wording below.

 

  • If a follower/reader asks you a question on social media, respond. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tweeted an author and get no response. Listen, you’re not as busy as Harlan Coben or Jamie Oliver. Yet, both of these authors have responded to my tweets. It takes a few moments and yet has a huge impact on the reader.

 

  • Retweet/Like/Reblog on social media. Not only is this a great way to meet new people, it’s a sneaky marketing move to gain new followers. The more followers you have, the bigger your social media reach, the more likely you’ll find new readers to buy your books. I employ the Golden Rule on social media (do unto others as you would like done to you) and it really pays off.

 

  • Be real on social media. I know this sounds obvious but I’ve encountered so many authors who tell me they can’t be themselves online. “I can’t be myself, I’m an author.” Why not? I’m sure if Ernest Hemingway were alive today, he’d be spouting honest tweets in the middle of the night for all of us to see. My point is, you have to be yourself or else no one is going to read your books. Readers are attracted to a story, sure, but they first want to know about the author. Be real and let your followers see a little piece of yourself. I do this with my pics of baking/cooking and chatting with others on Twitter.

 

  • Don’t spam complete strangers on social media. What would Miss Manners say? We all hate spam and spammers are all over social media. I see a lot of authors send tweets to complete strangers about their book, myself included. It grates on my nerves because I’m receiving book sale info about a perfect stranger. Instead, start following people you’re interested in connecting with and once a conversation has been initiated, then maybe mention your book.

 

  • Use hashtags. I can’t emphasize this enough. We’re all busy and lead jam-packed lives. We sometimes only have a few minutes while waiting to pick up the kids from school or on a lunch break so we scroll through our feeds. We subscribe to hashtags and see what’s new. Hashtags are a great way to connect with people of similar interests. Some of my favorite book-related hashtags include: #books, #amreading, #FridayReads, #TuesdayBookBlog, #bookboost, #goodreads, etc.

 

  • Don’t ever, ever respond to a blogger/reviewer negatively on social media. It’s bound to happen. A reader/reviewer/blogger will not like your book. In fact, they may even bash you personally for no reason whatsoever. You’ll feel tempted to correct them or defend yourself. STEP AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD/DEVICE! I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve seen authors taking to social media in response to a bad review/comment. I call this authors behaving badly. Listen, there’s going to be plenty of readers who won’t love/get/understand/relate to/respect your book(s). It’s part of the being a writer/storyteller. How? Vent to your inner circle via email/text/phone but never by social media. You’ll never convince them and it will make you look unprofessional. Instead, go read a few raving reviews.

 

  • Use the Tupperware marketing approach.

In 1942, Earl Tupper developed his first bell shaped container; the brand products were introduced to the public in 1948. Tupperware pioneered the direct marketing strategy made famous by the Tupperware party. The Tupperware Party allowed for women of the 1950s to work and enjoy the benefits of earning an income without completely taking away the independence granted to women during the Second World War when women first began entering the labor market, all the while keeping their focus in the domestic domain. (Wikipedia)

Word of Mouth marketing is one of the best marketing strategies, especially for authors, because it’s organic and driven by honest customers. Imagine you’re at a dinner party and the topic turns to books. What’s everyone been reading? You then begin to share with everyone at the party about that book you just finished. People pay attention because there’s nothing false about it, just your opinion. No hidden agenda, no secret business dealings, just one reader’s opinion. Authors need to tap into this marketing ploy and here’s how: Ask your readers to leave a review online and if they liked it, tell at least two friends about it. Now, there’s no way to track it but that’s the beauty of it. You’re asking the reader to help you in a very important way. Suddenly, they have an active role, not a passive one. Think organic, think natural, think honest. At the end of the day, that’s how books sell: word of mouth.

 

It’s time to take these easy marketing techniques and put them into practice. Get real on social media and watch your readership grow. It might take some time and planning but then anything worth doing takes time. It takes years of pressure and patience to create a diamond. Trust me, it’s worth it.

 

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

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

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

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

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

If You Were Me and Lived In … Israel by @CarolePRoman #bookreview #IAN1 #FridayReads


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Title: If You Were Me and Lived in… Israel: A Child’s Introduction to Cultures Around the World (Volume 19)

Author: Carole P. Roman, Kelsea Wierenga (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Picture Books, Israel, Nonfiction

 

Book Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman when she visits the exciting land of Israel in the newest book of her informative series. Learn about the varied customs and cultures. Travel to the Middle East to discover what you would eat and do for fun. See the land through the eyes of a youngster like you and understand what life is like in this exciting place. Don’t forget to look at the other books in the series so that you can be an armchair world traveler.

 

My Review:

Award Winning Author Carole P. Roman is back with her 19th installment in her If You Were Me and Lived In… series, a fun, interactive way to showcase cultures from around the world to children.  On this trip, she’s exploring Israel.

 

Israel is a country in the Middle East and there’ve been people inhabiting it for thousands of years. It has a fascinating history and is the Holy Land to four religions (Christianity, Judaism, Islam and Baha’i).

 

Some interesting facts from the book:

Many residents shop in the open-air market (shouk) instead of a shopping mall. It’s like a farmer’s market or a street fair where there are booths selling everything you could possibly want or need.

 

Millions of tourists visit the Dead Sea every year. It is the lowest spot on earth (1371 feet below sea level) and has healing qualities due to the high salt content.

 

Purim is one of the big holidays in Israel. It honors and celebrates Queen Esther, who saved her people long ago. Baskets of treats and candy are given out to friends and family while, at the same time, charity is given to those less fortunate.

 

Roman does a magnificent job immersing the reader in all facets of what it means to be a child of Israel without dealing with the strife and violence that permeates Israel’ citizens. Children learn valuable information about life in Israel and get a feel for its history. I personally loved the story about why they read from right to left.

 

The illustrations are both photographs and hand-drawn which adds to their beauty. Bright, colorful and eye-catching, they draw the reader in.

 

I highly recommend this book (and the whole series). A great resource for parents, teachers and educators.

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/You-Were-Lived-Israel-Introduction/dp/1537261991

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32921829-if-you-were-me-and-lived-in-israel

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

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

 

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Shapeshifter Kat Sits Down With N. N. Light #paranormalromance #IARTG #POTLReads


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“Come on, Kat. Don’t you mean he licked you with his tongue and held you with his furry paws?” Tempe was shocked when she overheard me telling Aurora about my confused feelings.

 

…On the eve of the chaos as the Para-moon reached its apex, a series of events changed my budding relationship with Dylan McGuinness forever, or so I’d thought. Dylan had almost died during the Para-moon as a result of a spell put on his father hundreds of years ago. He’d emerged from the shaman’s healing waters as a mere wolf pup and I thought our relationship as lovers was over. After two years of being on the run I’d only just allowed myself to have friends, to trust a man enough to let down my guard. And then he was gone and I was merely the owner of a growing wolf with lusty doggy tendencies.

 

It looked like he’d never have his human form again, but lately I had cause to wonder – when he looks at me so intently in his handsome wolfie form – I swear I can see Dylan’s intelligent brain. And yes, there’s a spark of attraction on my end. So, I understand Tempe’s skepticism. My first thought had been, “not my species!”

 

See, Dylan was a Finrir – that’s a cross between a grizzly and a wolf but after the Para-moon he was only a wolf puppy. Until recently, when he put on a growth spurt and now my panther is purring at this big beautiful black wolf. What to do? For the first time since I took refuge in Destiny I’ve turned to my friends for advice because something’s changed. Though he’s still heeding his hormonal urges to chase the neighborhood hussies, suddenly when I look into his eyes I sense my Dylan, the sexy dark investigator. Is he trying to tell me something? Maybe Conor can help…

 

Excerpt:

* Conor *

 

The sun was sinking on the horizon as I flew over the eastern part of Laccassine parish searching for the wolf. I spotted Dylan running along the road to the levee where’d I’d seen him several times since his healing had gone awry. The wolf probably liked the view of the moon from the high point at Grande Colline. I swooped down to nab him behind the scruff of his neck, turned my head and deposited him on my back.

 

It had become a game with us. He ran, I chased, and then he happily rode high on my nape until I wore him out. It was hard work trying to maintain your balance on a live dragon while wind gusts tried to send you plummeting to your death. I cut the ride short to find out what was disturbing the wolf and landed near a lone Cypress to wait while he drank from the river and took a quick swim to cool himself off.

 

The wolf shook his fur and slunk over to lay beside me, leaning against my tail as we watched the moon start its ascent, a white ball against a dusky blue gray sky.

 

“Yer woman is worried about you,” I said. The wolf’s head whipped around toward me, tilting as if this was news to him. Then his shoulders settled and he resumed his survey of the sunset.

 

“Ach, what is this about, Dylan? Has somethin’ changed then?” This time the wolf whined and sat up, front paws stepping in place restlessly. “I don’t speak woof, mon, so ye’ll have to give me a hint or a sign if I’m on the right track.”

 

Dylan’s intense eyes stared at me. “You can concentrate all you want but I canna read yer mind. Montana thinks you’re out of sorts because you were unable to communicate with Katerina.”

 

Dylan sat up and whined, butting my dragon foot with his nose. “Ah, weel, a pretty fix yer in, then, my fine furry friend.” Dylan huffed and stretched at my feet with his nose between his paws. “She also said your woman believes you are no longer lupus inside, but a man.”

 

“Woof!” Dylan spun three times in a circle and jumped into the air, staring with a toothy grin that fairly shouted Yes. “Ach, weel then don’t give up. You and Lang are the most impatient charges I’ve even had the responsibility of overseeing. If you get run over or shot there’s no chance at all that you’ll enjoy your woman again in your man form, aye? And, I know you can’t help yerself, but when a bitch in heat flirts with ya, maybe you should try stayin’ inside for a while. Who knows what could happen if you stop following your hormones?”

 

I’d heard descriptions of the investigator’s intense persona. He would have been a master at intimidation, though this was the first time I’d seen even a hint of it having only known Dylan as a jokester under the influence of the Para-moon. Seeming a wee bit irritated he kept his eyes locked on mine. Drakos! He had balls to look at a dragon like that.

 

His head whipped to the side as a loud cry came from the other end of the road. A tenth of a mile away a starlit giraffe was practicing his broad jump in the moonlight. I shook my head, Jack. “He’s bright, aye?”

 

Dylan shook, sitting down to watch the show, further confirming what I suspected about him. For a half hour we sat watching the dragon make one futile attempt after another to take flight. “Ach, I guess I’m g’win to have to take him for a ride and drop him from about twenty-thousand feet—my version of sink or swim, aye? Sometimes it takes drastic measures, wolf.”

 

Dylan gave a short whine. Good, it wouldna hurt the wolf to wonder if there was some of this psychological strategy coming his way sometime soon. He rose, whining incessantly, looking up at the rising moon. “Where are you g’win, my friend?”

 

The wolf’s head turned back in my direction as he whined again. “Go on back to your lassie’s little funeral hearse.” He yipped, spread his front feet in a playful stance then wagged his tail and took off.

 

One down, one to go. Children. Things were moving along. I was only to guide and protect, not command.

 

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All Romance https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-takethesebrokenwings-2140770-140.html

 

Kobo https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/take-these-broken-wings-2

 

Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/take-these-broken-wings/id1118777289?mt=11

 

Nook http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940153209159

 

Page Foundry  http://www.inktera.com/store/title/d4e2e093-1630-4de2-a54c-62861bf58f41

 

Scribd  http://www.scribd.com/book/313905436

 

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Author Biography:

Love happens…when you least expect it. So does the weather. So magic in one form or another, and storms, are at the heart of most Livia Quinn books. A DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana, Livia has stored up a wealth of quirky stories from her jobs as a mail lady, sales person, plant manager and small business owner that she’s anxious to share with her readers. Visit her new website https://liviaquinn.com

 

Social Media Links:

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Email liviaquinnwrites@gmail.com  

 

Website: http://liviaquinn.com

 

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Livia’s Author Central page http://amzn.to/1T5qmhN

 

Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/+LiviaQuinn

 

Linkedin http://bit.ly/2dbYAP2

 

Instagram http://instagram.com/liviaquinnauthor

 

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Jack’s Thinking It Couldn’t Get Any Worse. Wrong! @LiviaQuinn #dragons #POTLReads #IARTG


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Is it Mayberry or Middle Earth? Well, duh… Ages ago a pact was made between the supernatural species – shifters, djinn, dragons, vampires and fae – to protect humans. Just don’t tell the humans…

 

One meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it!

 

Jack Lang has a giant problem, more than one actually.

 

As a former Navy pilot and now sheriff of Destiny, Jack’s job is to protect and defend. It’s in his DNA. He thought this town was going to be the perfect, safe place to raise his teenage daughter, kinda like Mayberry. Wrong. He’d handled one shock after another, and rather well he thought, considering he had to accept the fact that his girfriend could turn into a volcanic thundercloud, her father and brother were djinn and the newcomer to town was a black er, dragon.

 

Well, that was nothing compared to this newest revelation. Apparently something else was part of his DNA as well…

 

This might be the last straw. But knowing Destiny, there’d always be another haystack.

 

 

Excerpt:

*Jack*

 

Some things had been irrevocably changed in Destiny, not the least of which, my life and Jordie’s and our acceptance of Destiny’s other nature. I’d had reservations about how a human sheriff could fit in to this world of Tempe’s, but so far it seems like it will be no different than defending different cultures and races like I have in my other jobs.

 

Ryan would never be the same, and I was sure a few citizens had probably seen more strange things than they had on the last Hobbit movie. Dylan hadn’t come out so well. I wondered what the Paramortals would be able to do for him. He didn’t seem to be the type to accept his new life as a mere-dog, or a wolf pup.

 

Kat had left a text on my phone saying he’d runaway yet again and asked me to contact Conor to see if he might talk some sense into him. How did she know they’d even be able to communicate? I’d like to be on hand for that little dragon-canine chat.

 

I walked down the hallway past Jordie’s room. Flipping the light on in the bathroom, I put the toilet seat up and took care of business, then I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Something on the periphery of my vision caught my eye. I turned toward the mirror, then jumped back landing against the door.

 

“What the—”

 

The face of a dragon stared back at me. What the hell? Now they were communicating from another plane by appearing in mirrors. I moved toward the sink, squinting at him.

 

Could this be the dragon who’d helped Conor? He was different than Conor, silvery, his scales like shiny clear crystals. Pretty, almost. Maybe it was a female. So what did he or she want? The eyes were a light silver and the head had a sleeker shape than our black dragon friend.

 

I yawned. And snorted when he mimicked me. This fellow was some kind of comic. What did he want?

 

In the mirror the dragon’s silver skin fluttered and I felt a shiver on my own shoulders. I scratched my chest. There was some kind of image forming on his chest—his human chest.

 

My eyes widened.

 

His widened.

 

The chest in the mirror was the same one I’d been looking at for the last several years, except, with rapt attention I watched as the crystalline scales began to spread down his shoulders across his chest, across the swirling image.

 

My mouth gaped open. When his mouth opened it revealed lots of graduated teeth and four exceptional canines. My hands went to my mouth in shock—and grabbed the wide snout of the dragon. It was… I was… No, no, no, no…”No!”

 

“Tempeeee.”

 

 

*Tempe*

 

Zeus’ flying pigs!

 

“Tempeeee.”

 

I lurched from the bed. Where was Jack? I ran down the hall toward the guest bathroom, but he wasn’t there. There was scraping and bumping coming from the other end of the house near the kitchen, like clumsy moving men in too small a space.

 

“Jack?” It was not a big house. “Jack!” He must have gone to the back porch. I took off in that direction, suddenly concerned over what I’d find.

 

Why wasn’t he answering me? On the other end of the hallway there were gouges in the green sheetrock. Concern turned to fear. Had he gotten into a fight with a burglar?

 

The back door was open, the screen door hanging on one hinge. I stopped on the threshold to the small back porch. Menori came alive inside me, not threatened I realized, but excited.

 

In the middle of the backyard—shootfire—taking up the entire green space that was Jack’s backyard was the most beautiful dragon I’d ever seen. He was not as big as Conor, maybe fifteen feet tall. Light from the full moon reflected on his luminescent scales, like Swarovski crystals, shooting brilliant spears of rainbow fire into the trees and across the fence into the neighbors’ backyards.

 

His skin rippled from head to tail and when I looked into his eyes, I gasped, recognizing him, and had to stifle a laugh. “Jack, what—” I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Love happens…when you least expect it. So does the weather. So magic in one form or another, and storms, are at the heart of most Livia Quinn books. A DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana, Livia has stored up a wealth of quirky stories from her jobs as a mail lady, sales person, plant manager and small business owner that she’s anxious to share with her readers. Visit her on her new website https://liviaquinn.com

 

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Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/+LiviaQuinn

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“I Felt Very Good After Reading Princess of the Light” New 5* Review #ASMSG #IARTG #Books


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A brand new review of Princess of the Light has popped up on Amazon and we couldn’t be more thrilled! Take a moment and read this comprehensive review:

 

“Granted I am not a usual reader of this type of book. But if anything has the word paranormal attached to it, I obsessively give it the once over. And in this case, I’m glad I did. I was attracted to the cover of this book when it first popped up in my “People who brought this book also brought this” list. I was actually on the lookout for something new and different to read, so I took a chance and ordered a copy. Admittedly, it took a little bit to get into it, as I am not a big romance reader, but when the action starts, and it doesn’t take too long for that to happen, hold on to your hat, or in this case, your Halo!

 

Good versus evil, fallen angels, vengeful demons and devils causing mayhem and death here on earth and then fighting humans transformed into angelic warriors, Mary Miller, AKA, the Princess of the Light and her love interest, Joe Deacons. Plus, the, or rather THE Angel Gabriel is also a central character in this story. He acts as both mentor and spiritual guide to Mary and Joe who have been chosen to battle Satan’s dark forces. They do this through the power of prayer and sword and sorcery type weapons. There are also plenty of twists and turns in the story to keep you guessing, including an unlikely alliance that only adds more intrigue leading up to the final sword swinging, axe wielding, purple flame, demon burning battle. And I’m not going to reveal the surprise ending, but it adds a nice touch.

 

There are some minor flaws in the continuity here and there, but nothing that interferes with the narrative. Overall, I felt very good after reading The Princess of the Light. Sort of the same feeling one gets from watching a Hallmark Channel Movie. Besides being a Paranormal Romance, I would also consider it to be a fine example of modern Christen literature as well. Out of curiosity, I visited the Author’s website to find out more about them and was pleased to learn that they donate a portion of all their sales to their local food bank through an endowment. Yet another good reason to feel good about this book.

Enjoy!” — Reviewer Bernieo from Amazon

 

It’s honest readers like this that makes us grin from ear to ear. This is why we write and why we publish our stories. It’s all for our readers.

 

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Blurb:

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

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

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

50% of the proceeds go directly to Food Banks in USA and Canada.

 

It’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited or available worldwide on Amazon:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Light-N/dp/1502438453

Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO

 

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23009005-princess-of-the-light

 

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If You Were Me and Lived in… Viking Europe by @CarolePRoman #kidlit #Vikings #bookreview


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Title: If You Were Me and Lived in… Viking Europe

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Mateya Arkova (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, Non-Fiction, History

 

Book Blurb:

Hop in our time travel machine and join Carole P. Roman as she visits a Viking settlement in the year 890 AD.

 

Learn what your name could be and the kind of food you might eat. Read about the different levels of society, how they affect where you would live, and the type of clothing you might wear.

 

Mateya Arkova’s beautiful illustrations illustrate what Vikings ate and their children did for fun.

 

If You Were Me and Lived in.. Viking Europe is an exciting trip that shows a colorful culture through the eyes of a child.

 

My Review:

Carole P. Roman is back with a well-timed book all about the Vikings and what life was like for them. It’s the year 870 AD and if you were a little Viking, you’d probably be living in a small town near water in what’s known today as Norway. While Vikings were known as barbarians who plundered and conquered foreign lands and people, by the late 800’s AD the Viking people were settling down and farming the land.

 

Here are some fun facts about Viking Europe:

 

Each name meant something. So whether you were a boy or a girl, your name carried a special meaning.

 

Vikings were coastal people and were excellent traders. Everything from weapons to pottery to clothing to food were traded.

 

Vikings were known throughout the world for traveling far from home and establish towns in far-reaching lands.

 

The only coins minted by the Vikings were pennies.

 

Viking society had three classes: wealthy, free peasants/farmers and thralls (captured people who did all the hard labor and were horribly treated, also called slaves).

 

Your home was shaped like a ship and close to thirty people (most of which were your extended family) also lived with you.

 

The Viking diet consisted mostly of seafood and unlike other societies, food was bountiful. Fruit, nuts, cheeses, sausage, porridge, bread, berries and ale were enjoyed as well.

 

The winters were harsh and extra food, clothing, blankets were imperative to survive. Summer was the season when everyone prepared for the upcoming winter.

 

The Viking alphabet consisted of 24 characters called runes. Each character had a name and represented both sound and an item.

 

Like the Greeks, the Vikings worshipped many gods. In order to keep the gods happy, you gave gifts/offerings. Apples were considered magical so it was important to eat apples to grow strong, like the gods.

 

This is an incredible book full of historical and cultural facts about the Vikings and what we now call Scandinavians. I learned so much and I know children will love it, too. Such a fantastic way to teach history to kids! A must-read and the illustrations are engaging.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/You-Were-Lived-Viking-Europe-ebook/dp/B01LNXP2H8

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31744807-if-you-were-me-and-lived-in-viking-europe?

 

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Author Biography:

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

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

 

Twitter https://twitter.com/caroleproman  

 

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

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

 

He’s a What?! Writing Your Characters Into a Corner by @LiviaQuinn #amwriting #guestpost #IARTG


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But I thought the problem was… 

I listened to an author speak a couple years ago at a workshop. She said, “Write yourself into a corner.” My first thought was, “I couldn’t do that. What if I couldn’t get my characters out of the hole I’d put them in.” Recently I realized that I’ve been doing just that unconsciously, or my characters have, for several books now. For a writer, it’s a very scary place to be but if I want my readers to be surprised I must be surprised as well.

In Eve of Chaos I brought the heroine and several characters to the brink of death, not knowing what was going to happen. Blame it on the Moon was the most terrified I’ve been since I’ve been writing. And yet, I’ve had readers tell me it was their favorite book.

When Destiny was overrun by creatures leaving our hero, a mere-mortal, to fight them, save the town and the woman he loves I had no friggin’ idea how a human was supposed to win over enemy zombies, flying heads, and other variants much less how to save the lives of my main characters who were suffering from the effects of the Para-moon. I usually let the characters lead me to solutions but at the end of Blame it on the Moon, Jack was blindsided with a change that no one saw coming—except me. Unfortunately, even that didn’t go as planned.

As book 5, Take These Broken Wings began I thought I knew what Jack’s problem was. But as the story progressed Jack was no closer to a solution until we got to the climax and suddenly events unfolded. I remember emailing my writer friends wide-eyed with wonder, “You’ll never guess what happened to Jack!” In Jack’s words, “To say I was surprised about the latest revelations would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.”

 

The Destiny series could be likened to a Paranormal soap opera, similar to Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse series or the world of Darynda Jones. Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc—their coming of age—is finally complete with book 5 but their story and Destiny’s continues. So here I am again after the events that happened at the end of Take These Broken Wings, thinking, “Zeus’ Rechargeable Bolts! now what?” A mysterious stranger has shown up in Destiny and his presence is certain to bring turmoil. Life is much more interesting when you don’t know what’s coming down the pike don’t you think? Its always nerve-wracking not knowing where my characters will lead me but I’m confident we’ll work through the challenges. What a ride!

 

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Title: Take These Broken Wings (Destiny Paramortals #5)

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Welcome to Mayberry, or should I say Middle Earth?

 

I’m Jack Lang, the Sheriff of Destiny, Louisiana. After my sexy redheaded mail lady zapped me, this seemingly normal small town turned into a never-ending stream of supernaturals – fae, dragons, vampires, djinn—not to mention some plain ol’ kooks. Ironically, I was all set to accept the dark side when I discovered the secret in my own DNA and, well, to say I was in shock would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

There’s one thing that can get me back on the job – a murder investigation. But I’ll also have to deal with supernatural hitmen, dragon hunters and being in the doghouse with my girlfriend. If I don’t get a handle on “My new life” before long, I’m going to lose the respect of the Paramortals, not to mention the woman I love.  Maybe I should just holler uncle now. Things can always get worse.

 

After all, this is Destiny, and ludicrous is its middle name.

 

Book 5 is the completion of Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc, an epiphany of sorts, but the story continues. If you enjoy the Paranormal Urban Fantasy Cozy worlds of Kristen Painter, Darynda Jones or Molly Harper, try the Destiny Paramortals series.

 

 

Excerpt:

Tempe’s father, Dutch finds his son, River, in the supernatural watering hole…

 

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My eyes narrowed and I rose at the mention of my ancient family name.

 

River’s eyes flared red, a warning, and he grated, “Who are you?”

 

The being in front of him was taller and wider than River, closer to my size and was covered in a flimsy grey cloak that swirled in a non-existent breeze. Ah, a weather fae, I determined at once. A hooked beak poked out from under the gray cowl and talons where the fingers should have been held the hood in place. The pungent foul odor identified it as a harpy, a vengeful lot that often traveled in groups though no one stood with this one.

 

The hole in the center of his “face” sounded like a washing machine as it pushed air in and out. At his hip a blue sword stuck out from under the layers. Not good. Weapons were supposed to be surrendered at the door except under certain extenuating circumstances. I stayed where I was, for the moment.

 

Thick cottony lips opened, the words came through its hole of a mouth, like it had been dredged up from the depths of the Isle. “I am Lord of the Wind. I’m here to reclaim my power from your family.”

 

Well, that’s a new twist. Millenia ago, harpies had been stripped of their power over hurricanes and strong storms, but it had nothing to do with my family, I thought as he drew the sword from the sheath with a clang and pointed it at one of the entrances. A stout gust entered the room. He’d used the sword to command his magic, like a wand.

 

River stood with one arm on the counter, not even jostled by the stiff wind, though others were struggling to stand. I stepped toward River. The creature’s head turned in my direction and a voice like a grating debris-filled torrent rasped, “You need your daddyyy to fight your battlllesss?” Tables rolled to the floor around us, and I sensed the harpy was frustrated that he’d been unable to budge us. River was steady as a granite mountain and… he was growing.

 

River crossed his arms over his chest and said, “Listen, Lord Blowhard. Not only don’t I need my father, but it’ll take a more than one of your impotent wind farts to take down a member of our family. My sister could take you in her sleep.”

 

The being bristled and the wind increased at River’s words. I stepped forward, addressing him. “Who told you we have your power?”

 

The harpy’s sparring partner approached and whispered into his ear, sending a glance toward the corner where another hooded figure sat at a table against the wall. His boss? Or just an interested party trying to prevent the fae from experiencing the fate of Morpheus?

 

The wind picked up under the blowhard’s gray rags and his mouth closed in a disgruntled line, but he lowered his sword and backed away, not releasing my gaze until he reached the table. Then pointing the sword one last time at River, he said, “We will finisshhh this later at a time of myyy choosssing.”

 

With a scraping of chairs, the so called Lord and his sparring partner cautiously backed out of the Moat, trying to save face, though Gods truth, it made them look like cowards.

 

River’s reaction was even worse. “What’s wrong with now?” he roared. Yes, he was itching for a fight, his voice shaking with rage, the first emotion I’d heard from him in weeks. Any other time I might think that was good but though he appeared to be in control, I felt the building energy he held under tight rein. What would it take for him to snap? I put my hand on his arm to bring him back to himself. He shrugged it off and stomped back to the bar.

 

My spine tingled a warning and I scanned the room to see where the threat was coming from. There in the corner, lounging against the wall near the fighters’ table was a black hooded figure. I felt his gaze though the shadow from his cowl disguised his features. His black-gloved hand moved across his chest and I caught the glimmer of something between the folds.

 

His mouth turned up in an evil grin and he drew the material closed but not before I got a brief look at the necklace hanging against his chest with a dragon’s eye in the center. I steeled myself not to react as he rose and sauntered out.

 

What was a dragon hunter doing in the Moat of Morpheus.

 

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Author Biography:

Love happens…when you least expect it. So does the weather. So magic in one form or another, and storms, are at the heart of most Livia Quinn books. A DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana, Livia has stored up a wealth of quirky stories from her jobs as a mail lady, sales person, plant manager and small business owner that she’s anxious to share with her readers. Visit her soon on her new website https://www.liviaquinn.com

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: https://liviaquinnwrites.blogspot.com

Email liviaquinnwrites@gmail.com

Website: http://liviaquinn.com

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/liviaquinnwrites

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Pinterest http://pinterest.com/liviaquinn

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Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/+LiviaQuinn

Linkedin http://bit.ly/2dbYAP2

Instagram http://instagram.com/liviaquinnauthor

Independent Author Network http://bit.ly/2dlAr8L

Author Central http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00KPDXXE2

 

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Charms of the Feykin by @CYallowitz Shook Me to My Core #bookreview #POTLReads #IARTG


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Title: Charms of the Feykin (Legends of Windemere #11)

Author: Charles E. Yallowitz

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

To make a champion fall, one must wound their very soul.

 

Nyx is leading the charge to rescue Delvin and Sari, who have gone missing in the southern jungles of Windemere. Battling through the local predators, the champions are surprised when they reunite in the Feykin city of Rhundar. Instead of captives, the missing heroes have become the city’s rulers and are on the verge of starting a war with those that want to exterminate their new followers. Even with such a noble cause, Delvin and Sari have changed into brutal warlords that may kill each other and their friends long before they step onto the battlefield.

 

Have Delvin and Sari really changed for the worst or is there a greater threat pulling the champions’ strings?

 

My Review:

How do you defeat a champion? Take away all that he/she loves and unleash an unholy curse around their heart to prevent them from telling the truth. If they try to break the curse by telling the truth, daggers will pierce their heart and they will die.

 

The champions have been separated and while Nyx, Luke and the others are searching for Delvin and Sari, they encounter all sorts of trouble. Nyx is struck with visions that aren’t real while Luke is mortally injured. Just when all hope appears lost, they discover Delvin and Sari are not captured but are King and Queen of Rhundar. The champions are reunited, Luke is healed (sort of) but all is not as it appears, especially since Delvin and Sari are warlords hell-bent on destroying a race of people they know nothing about.

 

Nyx, Luke, Dariana, Timoran and Fizzle know something is not right with their friends. They split up to discover the truth and it’s Nyx who suffers the greatest consequences. Cursed by a deadly entity, she cannot speak the truth or else she will die a horrible death. Will she sacrifice herself to save her friends or will she become another tasty snack to the unknown entity?

 

This installment in the Windemere series is filled with action, adventure, battles, magic, conflict, betrayal, love, jealousy, warring races and so much more. The action is intense, sometimes gripping. I had audible emotional responses throughout the book and Yallowitz is a master at thrusting the reader inside each character (without head hopping). At the core of Charms of the Feykin, the reader is forced to answer a moral dilemma: if it was a choice of saving those I loved or dying, which would I choose?

 

This is a blend of The Two Towers, Games of Thrones and Dawn of Wonder (Jonathan Renshaw). It can be read as a standalone and I highly recommend it.

 

Favorite Character: Nyx. I know I said this the last time I read and reviewed a Windemere book. I connect with Nyx on so many levels. I love how honest she is and how she cares for everyone’s safety first before her own. I cried when she sacrificed herself for her two best friends, even when they didn’t deserve saving (in my opinion). She’s an amazing character and I loved the ending!

 

Favorite Quote:

“Be thankful that you will get a clean, painless death. I’m sure the other abominations will die in agony.”

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Charms-Feykin-Legends-Windemere-Book-ebook/dp/B01LYHILI2/#nav-subnav

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32047754-charms-of-the-feykin?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn’t working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. ‘Legends of Windemere’ is his first series, but it certainly won’t be his last.

 

Social Media Links:

Website https://legendsofwindemere.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/cyallowitz

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

Bloglovin’ http://www.bloglovin.com/blogs/legends-of-windemere-7878901

Pinterest http://pinterest.com/slepsnor/

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

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Poetry of Love is Featured on Book Readers Blog @marjbo #poetry #IARTG #ASMSG


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We’re so excited because the lovely Dee from Book Readers is featuring our new release today.  She’s such a kindred spirit to us (loves reading printed books) and this is what her blog is about:

This is a place for those who still love to have a book in their hands to share and discuss books, reviews, and ideas. The blog is dedicated to Mum who wrote four books and more than fifty stories and other Authors. Mum passed away at 93 without seeking publication. Her books and stories range from Murder/mystery, Suspense and Romance. Her first book was published March 2008 called “Ladies of Class” a Detective, Murder Mystery story. Enjoy fellow readers!

She’s showcasing one of our favorite poems so please head over there and take a look:

http://bookread-mumswritings.blogspot.ca/2016/10/poetry-of-love-engagement-year-by-n-n.html

After you take a look, please check out her blog. It’s fantastic and so is Dee.

Poetry of Love: The Engagement Year is #FREE on Kindle Unlimited or the super-low price of $2.99 US on Amazon. 

Thank you, as always, for your support!

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