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The Soul Retrieval Tour & Giveaway

3/31/2015

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Inspired by a true story, The Soul Retrieval is a suspenseful tale of love, loss and healing which follows traumatized southern beauty Henrietta Clayborn as she moves between her home in a small South Carolina town and the New Mexico Native American reservation whose spontaneous healings keep drawing her physician husband back. Tortured by her awful secrets, Henrietta struggles to thrive in either locale, but it is her unlikely friendship with Joe Loco––an eccentric Native American mystic with an Elvis fetish and a gift for healing––that shows her the way to be whole again.

Set in the late 1950s, The Soul Retrieval is richly woven with spiritual insights but also deadly secrets, forbidden healings, a murder mystery, stunning scenery and an unforgettable cast of characters.

 A story of transcendent and inspiring power that is both entertaining and enlightening, readers will be cheering for the uptight woman from South Carolina to push through her fears of the forbidden as she searches for truth and healing, faces great obstacles on the frontier of self and ultimately becomes more than she ever thought possible.
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“It’s just as Bear foretold,” the Apache said. He closed his eyes and moved his hands in small circles with palms out. “The fire’s burning, but no one’s home in your teepee.”

 “Excuse me?”

 “You don’t feel like yourself, you’re feeling vacant and disconnected, like something’s missing.” Joe spoke as he opened his eyes.

 She gaped at him in stunned silence before whispering: “How … why would you say something like that?” Henrietta’s heart thumped in her chest as she nervously glanced toward the living room. Her husband was still talking on the phone.

 “Your soul speaks volumes through your eyes.”

 “You see something in my eyes?” And she rubbed them again with her handkerchief.

 “I see what was there, what should be there, but is not now.”

 “Don’t be silly. I’m fine. My eyes were just watering, that’s all.” She winced, knowing that it wasn’t true, hating that she’d become such a liar.

 “It’s okay, I’m here to help,” Joe said. He placed his folded hands on the table after sitting down.

 His smile and disarming empathy surprised Henrietta, but she wasn’t going to be moved by what seemed like a sweet and insightful gesture. Joe Loco was absolutely the last person in the world she’d choose to confide in.
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“Don’t worry. It’s obvious your soul has fragmented and is in need of repair,” Joe said with a calm certainty, as if it was an everyday matter to be dealt with.

 “What?” Henrietta put her hands down and stared into space, bewildered by his words. In the quietude, the sizzle of the frying eggs and bacon filled the room like a choir of rattlers. My soul has what? When she looked again at Joe, planning to demand exactly what he meant, his eyes were closed, and he was whispering and holding his palms up as though in prayer.

 So she placed the cooked food on a plate, poured a glass of milk and put both down in front of him. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her.

 “That’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever heard—a soul fragmenting,” she said. “How would something like that even be possible?”

 “It can happen when we believe or experience something bad we don’t want to face.” He took a bite of eggs and grits, closing his eyes again to savor the combination. “Oh, this is yum-yum,” he said.

 When he looked up, it was Henrietta who was staring.

 “The good news is that lost soul fragments can be recovered and healed. It’s not hard, if you know how, if you know the secret,” Joe said.

 “Are you saying you know how to do that? That you know the secret?”

 “The Great Spirit works hitherto and I work.”

 She crossed her arms. “So what are you, some kind of soul repairman?”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ann W. Jarvie has a B.A. in journalism and more than twenty-five years’ experience as an award-winning writer in advertising and public relations agencies, both in South Carolina and Chicago. She now lives near Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends part of her time as a freelance copywriter and the rest writing fiction.

The Soul Retrieval was inspired by Jarvie’s maternal grandmother’s fascinating life on Indian reservations, where she lived with her physician husband until his mysterious and untimely death.

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Kaylen's Rising Tour & Giveaway

3/28/2015

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Kaylen has been in the dark for fourteen years – in every sense. His people are hunted, so they must struggle to survive within underground caves. His community despises his family, taunting him constantly. His parents keep him housebound, forbidding him from wielding sword or wand.

When he is finally allowed to attend school, the harsh truth reveals he has much to learn – including a unique magical ability. Kaylen can summon and control skeletons!

 With surface-dwellers threatening war, he will need every friend he can make, and to stay true to himself if he is to survive what is to come.
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Chapter 3: Kaylen summons his first skeleton

As Kaylen repeated the words, the strangest thing happened. The earth in Kaylen’s hand started moving. At first it was very slow but then much quicker, in a circular motion like a tiny tornado. The small twister then hopped off of Kaylen’s hand and headed straight for the ground. Once it hit the ground, it disappeared into the floor.

As this was the first sign that Kaylen had any magical powers, he was smiling brightly when he asked the professor what was going on.

“Wait,” said the professor, not looking up at the boy. His eyes were still trained on the floor.

 Suddenly, the ground started shaking. In the middle of the floor where the dirt had disappeared, a skeleton hand popped out from the ground. Then a second skeleton hand popped out. The hands seemed to brace themselves on the floor to pull up the rest of the body as the head, torso, and, eventually, the legs magically appeared from below. The full skeleton stood up in the middle of the room. It was at least six feet tall, with sparkling white bones, and… strangely enough… it had Kaylen's bright green eyes.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Yves Robichaud is originally from the small Acadian community of Grand-Barachois, New Brunswick, Canada. He has studied Business Administration and Information Technology, currently works for the federal government, and is the proud father of one son: Jeremy. Inspired by a love of fantastical, magical tales, Kaylen's Rising is Yves' first attempt to share this literary passion with his son and the rest of the wo
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Tears for World Author Interview & Giveaway

3/22/2015

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Tell us about yourself:
I am a veteran of the U.S. Air Force with over 20 years of service, and hopefully I can do a few more before retirement. I dabbled in sports as a kid, but was never really good at any of them. I seemed to be a better drawer and writer. I love watching live theater and am a big NASCAR fan. Writing is my ultimate passion; however, devoting time is always a challenge.

What was your first book?

My first “book” was the story of the original Final Fantasy game for the old Nintendo. I followed the storyline of the game and wrote a novel of the adventure. I did it for fun while knowing that it wasn’t my original work. It was just cool to give the characters personalities and to write out the fight scenes.

Describe your first break.

Maybe my egg this morning as I made breakfast…bad joke. Well, I think that many new writers out there are truly waiting for their first break. I consider just finishing Tears for a World a huge break. I hope that Marisylia’s story takes off; we’ll just have to see.

What is your favorite genre to read? To write?

I really enjoy reading and writing the fantasy genre. That style fits my imagination more than others, as I can literally create anything I want and it will fit. Reading other authors’ work is interesting too, as I get to see what their imagination is like as well.

Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?

I wouldn’t say happy ending exactly, but there should be some sort of satisfying conclusion. Happy means perfect, and life never is. Our stories reflect life, so having that perfect happy ending wouldn’t feel accurate.

What makes a protagonist interesting?

A good protagonist needs to be flawed. They need to seem human with naivety, mistakes, and room for growth. No one likes to read about the perfect hero/heroine who saves the day without breaking a sweat or already knowing all the answers.

What is the best thing about being a writer?

Seeing your characters come to life in a brand new world. In the beginning a writer may not know their characters’ personalities yet, or understand what will happen to them, but as the story unfolds and things develop, one of the coolest feelings is seeing everything fall into place.


What is the worst thing?
Finding time to write! I think many people struggle with work and daily life while trying to squeeze in a sentence or two between making dinner, taking care of kids, or whatever. It’s always a challenge, but the key is to never stop. Even if I write a couple words down on a piece of paper to jot my memory about a plot element, I consider that a victory.

Pantser or plotter?

Pantser all the way. Some of my best scenes, ideas, and characters have developed on their own as I simply write. I don’t use outlines to define a plot because I find that too restricting. My mind and imagination wander too much to have something structured trying to contain it. Free-writing is much more natural for me.

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.

For now, I am concentrating on the fantasy genre because it is my favorite and is easier to write since it fits my imagination and style. In the future I would like to try romance or something in a modern setting, although with a “fantasy” element such as the magical realism genre.

Just for fun
Cat or dog person?

Cats, I currently have two Maine Coons. They’re supposed to be renowned for their hunting skill, but mine are too lazy to do anything!

Favorite food?

I will devour any pizza from any place.

Favorite book?

Any book from The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander.

Favorite movie?

Braveheart. Drama, action, tears. A well-rounded film for me.

Favorite holiday?

Halloween, despite being a scaredy-cat. It’s a very fun season.

Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?

Villain. I can’t think of many stories where the bad guy/girl wins. But when they do, I would love to be the one who crushed that snot-nosed, overconfident hero who thought they could get the best of me and my diabolical plans!

Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?

Orcs seem to get the raw end of the deal most of the time, so I believe hobbits are the way to go!


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Author site: http://www.authoralexanderfernandez.com/

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The holy artifact bonded around Marisylia Malludar's neck gives her incredible physical and magical powers—at a price. The bloody piece of vein is consuming Marisylia's body inch by inch, her skeletal hands and feet only the beginning of a slow death. A cruel sorceress and her assassins are on the hunt for Marisylia to steal the artifact. Religious fanatics, volatile and unstable in their blind faith, also seek her to exploit the vein’s most dangerous purpose—liberating the erratic Creator of the World, Lysielle, from her 1,000 year incarceration.

With the vein the key to Lysielle’s freedom, Marisylia must use her abilities to survive long enough to find Lysielle first. Then her most grim challenge awaits—deciding if the Creator has truly repented for attempting to destroy all life. To achieve global peace, Marisylia must discover faith in the unpredictable Lysielle or rely on her own instincts to set the world’s fate.
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Marisylia blinked and rubbed milk out of her eyes, but the mob wasn’t finished. A stiff hand shoved her from behind and she stumbled against the table. Unfinished slices of pie and rolls of bread pelted her.

 With nowhere to hide, she dove into the horde and tried to shove her way out. Most of the people only yelled insults as they let her pass. Others bumped her roughly with their shoulders, tried to trip her, or pushed her around so she bounced back and forth between pairs of hands.

 One woman caught Marisylia and carefully steadied her. She peered into the woman’s eyes, one friendly person amid the riled swarm. The lady smiled softly, then suddenly spit into Marisylia’s face.

 When the saliva splattered her cheek, Marisylia stopped caring why the citizens acted like this. Whether due to fear of the religious power, worry that it would infest Three Fingers, or simply senseless anger, none of it mattered anymore since the time to quit had arrived.

 All of her determination to succeed had been ripped to shreds by the crowd. Each hand that shoved, every object that struck, drained her enthusiasm. Her devotion to the religion had drowned in the woman’s spit. It was all too much. Marisylia didn’t have Milick’s iron skin or Shri Lilyn’s boldness. She had nothing, only the desire to run away and forget everything.

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THE TRUTH TOUR & GIVEAWAY

3/18/2015

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"I hate Angela and I wish she would move away tomorrow!" "I get so worried when I hear my parents fighting at night." "My mother thinks my crush is silly. I know I am in love!" "I have so many questions about growing up. Who will answer them?" "I feel so awful when Jake makes fun of me." "When I grow up I going to remember how to have fun with my kids and never look away." Growing up is tough. Adults don't always understand you (even though they were once kids), and children today face increasing pressure to be, look, or act a certain way. Written in the voice of a girl on the cusp of becoming a teenager, The Truth provides young girls with an opportunity to see how a girl, who is in many ways like themselves, handles her toughest problems and most personal thoughts. Each new page brings forth a discussion to help girls handle everyday problems: How do you survive a bully? How do you handle a crush on a boy? What can you do about relentless teasing by your peers? What really matters as you grow older?

In a positive and supportive diary-entry format, Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein encourages tween girls to carry the most precious parts of themselves into adulthood. A great book for mothers and daughters to read together, The Truth is aimed to improve communication, understanding, and self-esteem for young girls as they enter the rocky road of teenager-dom.

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Date: July 7

Dear Diary:

I feel so lonely. I can’t believe my parents made us move. Don’t they understand how awful it is for me? I don’t have anyone to share secrets with. I talk to Angela on the phone, but it isn’t the same. Sometimes when I’m on the phone with her I get the feeling that she is on her computer at the same time or maybe just thinking about other stuff. I don’t feel that closeness with her anymore. I want to feel it, but I don’t know how. I’m afraid to ask her if she is playing a game on the computer or chatting on Facebook at the same time as she’s on the phone with me. 

The only good thing that happened is I asked Angela if she wants to send selfies back and forth to each other. My phone is old and I don’t have FaceTime, but I can still take pictures and send them to her. She loved the idea, so I spent hours yesterday sending her pictures of me in different rooms in my house and in the backyard, too. It was a lot of fun. I dressed up as if I was putting on a play and each room was a new scene. I wore a velvet scarf and one of my mom’s fancy hats and put on an old long petticoat I used to dress up in as a kid and then I went outside and stood on the swing that is hanging from a tree. It was hard to keep the swing still enough to get a good Selfie, but finally I did, and I sent it to Angela. She sent back a selfie of herself dressed up like a Flapper girl from the 1920s, posing with a long stick as if it was a cigarette in a holder. We laughed and laughed on the phone, and it was the best I have felt since we moved. The best part was that if felt like we were together again even though we are apart!

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 I have been a positive psychologist in private practice for the past thirty years. In the course of working with my clients, I originated the idea of THE ENCHANTED SELF(R), a positive psychology therapy where I teach people how to recognize and utilize their strengths, talents, skills and even lost potential. I have developed a number of methods, including using our memories to rediscover what is right about ourselves and our lives, rather than what went wrong, helping people to overcome adversity, experience positive emotions and live the good life!

 

Since developing this concept, I've been able to use many tools to bring the Enchanted Self to everyone, particularly women and girls. I've written many books, starting with THE ENCHANTED SELF, A Positive Therapy, and then Recipes for Enchantment, The Secret Ingredient is YOU!  My books for girls are very popular, as they are great fictional reads and also help deal with many of the questions that trouble kids as they move into the tween and teen years.  The Truth, Diary of a Gutsy Tween and Secrets, Diary of a Gutsy Teen are the first two books in this series.

 

I really love to teach and educate about happiness and how to benefit from positive psychology in ways that let us lead lives of meaning and happiness. You can find me all over the place on the web. In particular, www.enchantedself.com, www.thetruthforgirls.com, on Facebook at Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein: Psychologist & Author, on Pinterest at http://www.pinterest.com/barbarabeckerho/ and on You Tube. Just look for me on You Tube via Barbara Becker Holstein.


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Reconciled for Easter Book Tour & Giveaway

3/16/2015

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Abigail has been separated from her husband for almost two years. After a marriage that brought her only insecurity, she seeks a life now of peace and independence with their six-year-old daughter. Thomas wants to put their marriage back together, because he liked the wife he used to have, but she never wants to be that person again.

 She might need his help with their daughter and start to enjoy his company again, but she just can't trust him with her heart. Even when she discovers that her heart still wants him for a husband.
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She looked perfectly respectable for dinner and the symphony for a work function—and nothing like the plain, shy girl she used to be—so she grabbed her purse and headed to the living room.

 “Ooh!” Mia squealed at her arrival. “Mommy looks beautiful!”

 “Thank you, sweetie.” Abigail ran her hands down her skirt absently, feeling suddenly self-conscious at Thomas’s steady gaze. His face showed no expression, but she knew he missed no detail of her appearance.

 “Just in time,” Thomas said, glancing at his watch. “Seven o’clock. I didn’t know you took such long showers.”

 Abigail felt her cheeks burning, but she managed not to react in any other way. There was absolutely no way Thomas could know what she’d been thinking about in the shower. “Thanks for coming over early to sit with Mia while I got ready,” she said, pleased when her voice sounded natural.

 “Of course.”

 “I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but it will be late since we’re going to Dalton.” She glanced outside and saw headlights turning into the driveway of her little bungalow. “That’s Jim. He’s picking me up, and then we’ll pick up the Seymours.”

 “I see.” Thomas’s voice was strange, but she didn’t know why.

 “All right,” Abigail said in a rush, feeling anxious and self-conscious and at loose ends. “You be good, Mia. Obey your Daddy and go to bed when he says. Eight o’clock.” She said the words with a certain significance to remind Thomas of the girl’s bedtime. “And you can read until nine.”

 “I know, Mommy.”

 “There are snacks in the kitchen,” Abigail went on. “And I’ll have my phone on vibrate the whole time, so just call me any time if you need me.”

 “I know, Abigail,” Thomas said, his mouth twitching up a little.

 “Okay.” She glanced down at herself to make sure she had everything she needed. Then she told Mia, “I’ll give you your goodnight kiss now, since you’ll be asleep when I get back.”

 She leaned down to kiss Mia, and she was about to leave when Mia said, “You didn’t give Baxter his kiss!”

 Abigail hurried back over, flustered by the way Thomas’s eyes never left her face. She kissed Baxter. “All right. You be good and have fun.”

 Then she kissed Mia again. “Mommy loves you.”

 “I love you, Mommy.”

Rushed and thoughtless, Abigail moved to give Thomas a quick kiss on the lips in sequence. “I’ll be back after midnight probably.”

 With a last wave, she left the living room. As she was reaching for the handle of the front door, she heard Mia’s giggle rippling out from the other room.

 She paused, wondering what had prompted her daughter to laugh like that.

 Then Abigail realized.

She’d just kissed Thomas. On the lips. Without even thinking about it.

 With a gasp, Abigail whirled around and took a few steps back, with some sort of half-formed notion to try to explain.

 But she caught sight of Thomas and Mia on the couch.

 Mia was shaking with merriment, her hands covering her mouth. And Thomas had one finger to his lips as he smiled at his daughter, in the universal signal to keep quiet.

 Overwhelmed with confusion, Abigail fled.

 It was no big deal. She’d just been in a rush and hadn’t been thinking. Mia probably thought it was funny. She couldn’t let it bother her now.

 It had been a really long time since kissing Thomas had been natural.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.

She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.

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Exposed By Rage Book Blast & Giveaway

3/15/2015

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He has a dead body.  She has the seedy connections. To solve the crime they are forced to work together.
To keep her mother’s reputation from destroying her, Ashley Dix Gibson had to learn at an early age to persevere and tune out the lies, gossip, and the bullies.  Detective Michael DeMarco has no desire to team up with a woman with ties to the underbelly of the porn industry but if he wants to solve his case, he has no other options. When Ashley and DeMarco combine their resources to find a brutal killer, sparks of distrust turn into the fires of passion.
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The house was large.  Actually--more than large.  A mansion with dozens of rooms upstairs and many more on the ground floor.  I took the long way, thinking I would give a light tap on Jillie’s door, just in case she was in and maybe had company keeping her occupied.  There was a staircase, just past Jillie’s room, down to the kitchen.  More for the use of the household staff, but Jillie didn’t have anyone who lived in so it was only used when the help came on their usual days.

  Sucker punched.  The odor.  Undeniable.  Unmistakable.

 Knowing it wouldn’t make a difference, I prayed to the gods for a break.  There wasn’t a chance it was anyone but Jillie, but for once, I found that small molecule of hope glowing in my heart.  Hesitating, just for that moment, I gathered my strength.

 The master suite was down a short hallway opposite the dining room.   The hallway narrowed and lengthened.  A scream inside my head ordered my legs to move.  Great, now Master Sergeant Craven was in my head.  I forced myself forward. 

 I knew what to do at a crime scene.  I’d been an MP for the last four years and had seen more than I wanted to.  

 My stomach rolled and pitched.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 Wrangler of a fearsome Yorkiepoo named Rogue (Half Yorkie half Poodle weighing in at a hefty eight pounds). Obsession controlled writer with a passion for making up names and twisting myths. 

 Sherrel, as the daughter of an Emmy winning cameraman, learned early in life the dark secrets of creating all those incredible fantasy characters for the large and small screen.

 Refusing to be crushed at the discovery the monsters, aliens, and Robby the Robot weren't real, Sherrel's imagination soared. She became a SELF-proclaimed voyeur of special-effects and expert at fictional character creation.

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Return to Sender Review Tour & Giveaway

3/14/2015

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1955 ~ Father Theo Riley never wanted to be a priest, nor a killer. The former boxing champion and Korean War veteran gave up more than a career when he went into the Army. He lost the only thing he ever wanted: his love, Andréa Bouvre. Friends thought Theo entered the priesthood to mend his broken heart or atone for the massacred orphans he couldn’t save in Korea. However, the truth is much darker and more damning, tied to a blood debt and family secret that has haunted Theo since he was a boy. He drinks to forget he ever had a life of his own—waits for death, prays for mercy, and hopes for a miracle. He gets all three when a child goes missing, another shows up on his doorstep, and the love of his life drives back into his world; the seaside hamlet of Manzanita Oregon. Theo’s dream reunion with Andréa becomes a nightmare when a serial killer who considers himself a holy man targets the town and everyone Theo loves. Drinking days decidedly behind him, Theo and some old warriors set out to send evil back to hell and a few good souls to heaven in RETURN TO SENDER.
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POV of protagonist, Theo Riley;

All night I listened for cars, footsteps, noises that didn’t belong. All night, every sound reminded me of Korea’s Karst Caves: sounds, smells, threats hidden in every echo. I tried to recall in which letter I wrote to Andréa about the noisy bats. Was it October ’52, or later?

The children had been terrified of the Daubenton bats that built colonies inside the caves. At night, the scratching sounds and flapping wings was as threatening to them as the sound of footsteps and the CCF running up on us at night was to me. The nun told them the bats were good luck, there to protect us, that they stayed awake at night to keep watch.

 The oldest boy, Hai-bin, was the first to call me “Teo.” He rolled his eyes back in his head when the nun said that. In any other world, he’d have been a budding teenager full of angst and attitude, not an undernourished warrior ready to fight, ready to die, not old enough to understand the meaning of either. Not old enough to understand any of Korea’s madness. But then, who was?

 As the days, nights, and weeks had gone on, those brave orphans folded the strange noises from the waking Daubenton bats into that place where they carried the heavy, heavy burden of acceptance—they slept through the night with those mysterious guardians taking flight above them. They slept. It became part of their new existence. An existence brittle and rickety as the bamboo bridges that sooner or later would lead us back to a world ablaze outside those caves.


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Return to Sender is a novel about impulsive choices and the continual impact they have on our lives. Author Mindy Halleck paints a colorful portrait of family tensions in the turn of the century Ireland. A tragic choice sends the Riley family to America to escape the machinations of a vengeful rival. It also sets young Theo onto the path of priesthood that is both unwelcomed and unsuitable. The timeline jumps around a bit, reflecting on what could have been, then hurling itself into the present. The heart of the story is the relationship between an unrepentant convict and the reluctant priest.

It is a story well worth telling. Author Halleck inserts many touchstones familiar to older Irish Catholic families. Her immersion into the subject shows in her detailed descriptions and use of Gaelic-flavored dialect scattered throughout the novel.

The book handles difficult topics such as religion, justice, and redemption. Kudos to Ms. Halleck for taking on such heady subjects. The book has a lyrical quality, almost like a poem with its endless metaphors and the avid love of a descriptive phrase.

Continual time jumps, excessive metaphors, and sentences stretching into infinity confuse the narrative. It often takes rereading a sentence without all the asides to make sense of it. While an interesting read, it could be a better read with some judicious editing.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Mindy Halleck is a Pacific Northwest author, blogger and writing instructor. Her short story, The Sound of Rain, which placed in the Writer's Digest Literary Contest blossomed into her first novel Return to Sender. Halleck blogs at Literary Liaisons and is an active member of the Pacific Northwest writing community. In addition to being a writer, Halleck is a happily married, globe-trotting beachcomber, antiquer, gardener, proud grandma, and three-time cancer survivor.

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Identity Theft Tour & Giveaway

3/13/2015

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Laura Lee will award a randomly drawn commenter a digital copy of IDENTITY THEFT

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A bored employee in a rock star's office begins an online relationship with a fan in the guise of his boss and sets off a chain of events he cannot control.

 Candi Tavris is on the verge of turning 30, she works in the packaging department of a company that is downsizing and she is hounded by calls from creditors who mispronounce her name. She wakes up every morning praying that the folks at Life Lock will perform their work in reverse and give her "identity" to someone else. Her younger sister, never a serious student, married a rich executive and lives in a mansion.

 Candi's only solace is escaping into the music and image of the 80s pop star Blast.

 Ethan  Penn,  a  22 year-old college dropout who smokes pot and lives in his mother's  basement, works in the rock star's office. (His desk sits under a framed gold record with a dead spider caught in the glass.)

 His boss, whose real name is Ollie Thomas, is as socially awkward off stage as he is charismatic on stage. He is depressed about his pending divorce. His greatest fame is behind him, his biggest hit "Partly Cloudy Thursday (Blast With Me)" was a cliched monstrosity written to please record executives. His rock n' roll lifestyle mostly consists of finding ways to keep his laundry from stinking while on the road and trying to remain anonymous while buying Preparation-H.

 Blast assigns the task of keeping up with his social networking to Ethan. Ethan starts to correspond with Candi through e-mail and chats in the guise of the rock star. The conversation soon becomes steamy. The game spirals out of control when Blast performs a concert in Candi's hometown and Candi is mistaken first for a groupie and then for a delusional stalker.

 Candi must try to prove (and retain) her sanity. Ethan must decide whether to risk jail by telling the truth. A terrified Ollie has to come to terms with his relationship with his Blast character and the consequences of his fame.
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“This call may be monitored...”

When she saw the 800 number on the caller ID, Candi had not wanted to pick up the phone, but she had been through the routine long enough to know that the only way to stop them from harassing you was to talk to them.  She had just come home from work and was still dressed in a green fitted blazer and matching slacks.  The outfit had looked much better in the catalog on the size 2 model than on her size 12 frame.  She plopped down on the couch, kicked off her uncomfortable high heel shoes, and waited to be connected to a human being.

“Hello, my name is Susan,” said the caller.

 “Your name is not Susan,” Candi wanted to say. “How is the weather in Bangalore?”  She didn't say that, though. She sat and waited for “Susan” to finish her script.

 “I am calling in regards to your Capital One card. Your payment of $105 is five days late.  Can you make that payment today to bring your account current?”

 She wanted to say, “If I could, don't you think I would have?”  There was really no point in saying anything like that.  In harried moods, she had tried.  It just made the call last longer.

 “No,” she said.


“When will you be able to make that payment?”

 “August 5th,” she said with a tone of certainty. She didn't know if she would be able to make the payment then, but the woman on the line didn't care about that.  She just needed to plug a date into the computer.  Once the right boxes were checked, Capital One would leave her alone for a while.

Candi also understood that “Susan”'s boss-- the bank--didn't really care either.  They were thrilled her payment was late because it meant they could charge her late fees and jack up her rates.  So everyone was happy. They just had to do this little bit of theater from time to time.  Sometimes it amazed her to think they hired someone half a world away for this charade.  Years of computer science and the space program had to happen in order for a woman in India to bully an office worker in suburban San Diego about a $100 payment that was five days late.

As she confirmed her address and phone number with the caller, Candi played with her shoulder-length, brown hair. She half-consciously examined each strand checking for split ends and light color.  She had found a couple of grays that morning.  She tried to convince herself they had actually been blonde hairs. Age 29 was far too early to start finding grays.

When Susan's computer form was filled out and everyone had played their roles, Candi unplugged the phone from the wall.  She wasn't in the mood to act out that particular bit of Kabuki again today.

She turned on the television and let it play in the background as she heated up her dinner-- leftover Little Caesar’s Pizza.  ($5 for a large.) They key to reheating pizza without making the dough gummy is to put it in the oven and not the microwave.  Candi set the oven to 450, pulled out a baking sheet, covered it with a roll of aluminum foil and plopped two slices on top but she tossed the tray into the oven before it had a chance to preheat. 

Candi didn't have a kitchen exactly.  It was more of a food-making area. Her apartment consisted three rooms.  The front room, in which she was standing, was a combination living, dining, kitchen space. The oven and refrigerator were in the back corner a few steps from the television and couch.  Her bedroom was just behind the kitchenette through a doorway. If you needed the bathroom, you had to walk through the bedroom to get there.  The bathroom, curiously, was almost as large as the living room.



 AUTHOR Bio and Links: 

Metro Detroit native Laura Lee divides her time equally between writing and producing ballet educational tours with her partner, the artistic director of the Russian National Ballet Foundation. She is the author of more than a dozen non-fiction books with such publishers as Harper Collins, Reader’s Digest, Running Press, Broadway Books, Lyons Press and Black Dog and Leventhal. Her Pocket Encyclopedia of Aggravation has sold more than 85,000 copies. She has also written two collections of poetry, and a children’s book (A Child’s Introduction to Ballet). She brings to her writing a unique background as a radio announcer, improvisational comic and one-time professional mime.

The San Francisco Chronicle has said of her work, “Lee’s dry, humorous tone makes her a charming companion… She has a penchant for wordplay that is irresistible.”

Angel is her first novel. Read more about the book at http://angelthenovel.carbonmade.com/.

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Harvest of Blessings Tour Stop & Giveaway

3/9/2015

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The tranquil little town of Willow Ridge is facing a startling challenge. Wealthy Nora Glick Landwehr is determined to make it her home again—and put her past to rest. Cast out by her own family, Nora can’t reconcile with Old Amish ways or her strict father. But she’ll do anything to help her community embrace the future . . . and make amends to the daughter she had to give up. She certainly has no time for her reckless new neighbor Luke Hooley. They disagree about almost everything. And how can she trust him if he always seems to believe the worst about her? Somehow, though, his unexpected support and passionate heart are helping her find her own way in faith. And Nora will discover that even in the face of insidious lies and unyielding judgment, God creates unexpected chances for forgiveness—and love.
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The moving van hadn’t yet arrived, so Nora pulled back onto the county highway where she’d begun her trip down memory lane. While everyone in town was at Annie Mae and Adam’s wedding, she had the perfect chance to revisit her childhood home. To prepare herself for the ordeal she would soon face.

She pulled into the lane and parked behind the house, somewhat surprised to see the surrounding pastureland planted in tall corn that shimmered in the breeze. Knowing it wouldn’t be locked, Nora slipped into the back door. The kitchen appeared smaller and shabbier than she recalled, as though it hadn’t seen fresh paint since she’d left. How odd to stand in this hub of the house and not detect even a whiff of breakfast.

Nora moved on before she lost her nerve. She felt like an intruder—and she wanted to be long gone before anyone came home from the wedding. She peeked into the small downstairs room where she and her mother had sewn the family’s clothes on an ancient treadle machine--

 Nora gaped. On a twin bed lay a motionless female form, like a corpse laid out in a casket. Is this what Hiram had meant by implying her parents were barely alive? Did she dare approach, or would this woman pop up like a zombie from an old horror movie and leer at her with hollowed eyes and a toothless grin? Nora wanted to bolt, yet she felt compelled to look this woman—surely her mother—in the face. If Mamma was so far gone, why wasn’t someone sitting with her? Or was she merely napping, too tired to attend the wedding? The way Nora had it figured, her mother was in her early seventies now—several years younger than her dat. Why did she look so far gone?

 Holding her breath, Nora slipped to the bedside. The room felt stuffy in the July heat, yet a faded quilt covered her mother’s shriveled form up to her chin. A kapp concealed all but the front of her white hair, so all Nora saw was a pallid face etched with wrinkles. The eyes were closed, and again Nora felt she was observing a stranger in a casket rather than looking at her own mother. Last time she’d been here, Mamma’s face had been contorted with indignation as disgust hardened her piercing hazel eyes--

And suddenly those eyes were focused on her.

 Nora froze. Not a muscle moved in her mother’s face yet Mamma’s gaze didn’t waver—until her eyes widened with recognition. Or was it disbelief, or fear?

Nora didn’t stick around to figure that out. Hurrying from the airless room and through the kitchen, Nora burst through the back door. She couldn’t gulp air fast enough as she climbed into her car and sped down the lane. She felt as though she’d stared Death in the face and Death had stared right back.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Drawing upon her experiences in Jamesport, the largest Old Order Amish community west of the Mississippi, longtime Missourian Charlotte Hubbard writes of simpler times and a faith-based lifestyle in her Seasons of the Heart series. Like her heroine, Miriam Lantz Hooley, Charlotte considers it her personal mission to feed people. Faith and family, farming and food preservation are hallmarks of her lifestyle. She’s a deacon, a dedicated church musician and choir member, and when she’s not writing, she loves to try new recipes, crochet, and sew. Charlotte now lives in Minnesota with her husband and their border collie.
 
Seasons of the Heart, Book 5
Zebra (February 24, 2015)
ISBN-13: 9781420133097 •• ISBN-10: 1420133098
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Lady of the Garter Interview  Giveaway

3/6/2015

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Meet Author Marisa Dillon

Tell us about yourself: I was born in Norway, but was raised in the states and became a U.S. Citizen when my Norwegian father was naturalized. My maternal Italian grandfather immigrated to America and gave me the other half of my international roots. 

Because all my father’s family was overseas, I was lucky enough travel to Europe many times, once even cross-Atlantic, and to tour much of the Europe, as well as Scandinavia, staying at length with family or in unconventional places like a nun's convent.

It was my love of travel, and an obsession with England and its famous castles, that drew me to write a novel that begins when the historic House of Tudor is born. My story pays homage to the Most Noble Order of the Garter, the most senior and the oldest British Order of Chivalry founded by Edward III in 1348.
 

What was your first book? The Lady of the Garter was my first manuscript and is my first book.

Describe your first break. I had a successful author as a mentor and she told me most writers don’t get their first novels published. So I put my first manuscript away in a drawer and started a second one. But when I decided to go to my first Romance Writer’s National Conference in July of 2013, that second manuscript wasn’t finished yet. Instead of sitting on the sidelines, missing agency and publishing pitch opportunities, I pulled that first story out of the drawer, dusted if off, pitched and sold it. A lucky home run on my first time at bat.



What is your favorite genre to read? To write? Historical romance. Historical romance. Is there an echo in here?

Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
In romance, it’s a must. I believe it’s the unwritten code all romance authors should honor. When a reader can expect a happy ending, it’s almost as good as finding a book with tons of five star reviews. And why, once a reader finds an author they love, they’ll read everything that author writes. It’s about trust.

What makes a protagonist interesting?
The reader will take interest in the protagonist of a book, when they are bound by utter necessity to follow the path that character must travel to reach the goal that seems unattainable.

What is the best thing about being a writer? 
The shallow answer is: having someone ask you for your autograph when you thought that would only happen if you became a Rock Star. The thought-provoking answer is: being able to provide escape, hope, laughter, love and entertainment to readers.

What is the worst thing?
I haven’t found one yet.

Pantser or plotter?
I’m a panster. This is so opposite to how the rest of my life runs. I’m a total planning geek in my day to day, with Outlook scheduling my every move. But some of those organizational skills must be running in the background, because after the first draft is done, I finally build an outline of the story, then I start filling in more detail and enhancing the plot.


What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
I met a physic about ten years ago and he told me I would become a novelist and write fulltime. Remarkably, the first part of that has prediction has come true with the debut of my first historical romance. I still have my day job and I still have my physic council. Stay tuned to see how it all works out.


Just for fun

Cat or dog person?
I have both and it’s like picking a favorite child. I can’t choose, because I know they’ll find out.

Favorite food?
Pizza! The pie can be deep-dish, flat, crispy, thin, original crust, wood-fired, hand-tossed. I don’t discriminate. I can take cheese or supreme and everything in between.

Favorite book?
Again, I can’t choose. I know someone would find out that thinks the book they’ve written is my favorite. It’s just too risky. LOL!

Favorite movie?
The Princess Bride

Favorite holiday?
Valentine’s Day. Love letters, chocolate, flowers, diamonds, all are a girl’s best friend. Love me or Love me not? That is the question that must be answered on this romantic holiday.

Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?
The princess! And I’m glad you didn’t say the queen, because they are most often old and mean. Royalty is in my blood. Well, actually, I believe if I lived in another lifetime, I was a royal. My brother always called me the Princess of Norway, more because I was a royal pain in the *ss, than due to any true lineage. But being slightly obsessed with kings, queens, and the court, has worked out in my favor. After all, don’t most readers want to be a little royal? At least, when we read a great historical romance.



Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits? Do you need to ask? “Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch.” – The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Book1, Chapter 2.




AUTHOR Bio and Links:
With a degree in journalism, Marisa has spent many years writing for the television industry. As an award-winning producer/director/marketer, she has worked on commercial production, show creation, product branding and social media.

Marisa’s passion for writing began when her first-grade teacher read her poem aloud and posted it on the classroom wall. She soon followed up by writing plays for her neighborhood friends and hosting the productions in her garage.

Marisa has always enjoyed reading romance novels and now realizes a dream come true, writing romantic adventures. She lives in Kettering, Ohio, with her first love and knight in shining armor, James.

You can visit Marisa at: www.marisadillon.com. And you can connect with Marisa on Facebook.com/pages/Marisa-Dillon and Twitter.com/marisadillon and follow her on https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10792736.Marisa_Dillon

Buy link:  http://www.amazon.com/The-Lady-Garter-Marisa-Dillon-ebook/dp/B00QP2Q2P

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When Henry VII takes the throne, not all are loyal to the new king. Garter knight, Sir James, is charged with bringing dissenters to justice. Determined to fulfill his vows, he’s unprepared for Lady Elena, a girl from his past he’s never forgotten.

Lady Elena defies her family and disguises herself as a squire to reunite with the man she’s always loved. She might be able to wield a sword, but she still possesses a woman’s heart.

Thrust into a world of danger and family rivalry, James and Elena face the ultimate test.

Can James avenge his father’s death and find passion, or will his Garter oaths hold him to a life of service without love?



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Servants began to bustle about the hall. Men offered pitchers of rose-scented water and towels. Overflowing baskets of fresh bread and pitchers of wine were placed on the tables. Elena was ready for some mead after all she’d been through. Once the king’s taster sampled the fair, he nodded to the queen. The feast had officially begun. Nudging her brother, Elena confessed, “I was ordered out of the tent.”

“What did you expect? What kind of man do you take James for?” He laughed, raising his goblet in honor of the king.

“You tease me,” she said. “I don’t like it.”

 “What did you find, Edward?”

 “A foul-mouthed, dirty warrior,” she complained. “Not the sweet innocent lad I fell in love with.”

 William’s eyes were filled with merriment. “Lads grow into men. Men become knights.” He studied her face. “And what of your other goal?”

 “Whatever do you mean?”

 “Becoming a knight,” he reminded her.

 Elena gasped. The other squires stared as if they’d overheard her brother.

 William chuckled, raising his cup again. “Long live the king.” The squires joined his salute.

 Elena shot her brother a look of warning. How could he be so careless? Spirits. She rolled her eyes. “I admit it,” she said with defiance, keeping her voice low. “I want to become a knight. I’ve never kept that secret from you, but we both agreed I must serve as a squire first.”

 Their conversation was interrupted by a woman who placed a trencher on the table in front of them.

 “Peacock, venison, quail, and rabbit,” the wench announced, flashing a toothless grin.

 William quickly helped himself to half the meat. Always selfish, he even chose the tenderest pieces of venison.

 She glowered at him. “Will nothing change? I must accept the meager portions left after you claim the best?”

 He licked his fingers, then leaned in so only she could hear his reply. “To these lads you’re just another squire. But I know what’s underneath those pants. So yes, you are still a female, and I get the best. Be satisfied there’s anything left for you to eat.”
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