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    postheadericon When the Cure Makes Anxiety Worse by David Berndt, Ph.D.

    LS guestWhen the Cure Makes Anxiety Worse

    By David Berndt, Ph.D.

    When I was writing Overcoming Anxiety I noticed one glaring omission in most of the current literature, and that was any in depth discussion of whether, when combatting anxiety, to rely on one technique or another. Is medication always a good idea? Should you challenge a negative thought or maybe instead do some deep breathing, or would self-hypnosis be a better strategy? You see, even very useful and proven techniques are more useful in some situations than others.

    Escape Techniques: When to use them
    One consideration is that when you use a technique as a way of escaping the anxiety, you generally are getting a short term relief, if you chose an effective method, such as a distraction technique or a benzodiazepine medication. But for individuals with phobias, obsessions, and other anxiety-based fears in which running from the anxiety IS the problem, then a quick success at escaping by something outside of you may only serve to reinforce the fear and make the anxiety seem larger and scarier than before.

    When you are so anxious that the only thing you can think of is to take a pill, then when the pill works, and you become accustomed to relying on it, you have taught yourself that the anxiety is much more powerful than you are, and you need the medicine to deal with it. The same is true if you successfully use a distraction technique like the 54321 method I discussed in Overcoming Anxiety. If you are convinced that you need a powerful technique, chances are that the reliance on that technique this time, will necessitate that same reliance the next time that severe anxiety shows you the same face. You get away for now, but only to find that the anxiety monster has grown the next time.
    Escape techniques like medication, self-hypnosis, distraction and guided imagery are not your best choice in these situations. Consider, as a front line intervention one of the grounding techniques, like deep breathing, cognitive reframing, or an exposure technique, so that you can be mastering and deploying a tool rather than making yourself feel more helpless.
    When, then, are these escape techniques best applied? One clear example is when there is no immediate danger, and you are well aware of that fact, such as when you realize that you are having a flashback. A flashback occurs often in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) but more often than you might think in other anxiety disorders. A flashback is present when something incidental (a noise, a smell, a feeling) triggers a memory of a past situation where there was threat that was beyond your resources at that time. You may well need to eventually deal with a flashback, but often, in the here and now, relief is all that is needed. Effectively distracting yourself and/or medication can be very helpful at a time like this, as can guided imagery or self-hypnosis.
    Another time when escape techniques can be helpful is when the real threat is so overwhelming, or so compelling, that anything less than escape, even if short lived, is unthinkable, or at least unnecessarily painful. For example, when I am working with survivors of 911, then I typically do not see much point to mastering a fear of flying, unless job or circumstances make that mastery a necessity. However occasionally, for family or other purposes, a flight is nevertheless required, at those times reliance on same Dramamine, distraction techniques, or a benzodiazepine, are probably a sensible solution.

    Drugs vs Therapy

    The question of whether someone should use medication or psychotherapy can be a matter of personal prerogative, and the wishes of the person most effected should be a major factor. However, not every person is temperamentally suited to therapy, or perhaps access to a good therapist is limited by financial or geographic barriers. Furthermore, some clients are more or less sensitive to medication effects, or prone to addiction, and the benzodiazepines can be highly habit forming.
    Another consideration, however, is the question of what role anxiety medication can play. When anxiety medication is appropriate (and this decision needs to be made in consultation with your physician or psychiatrist) than it works best, in my experience, when it serves a role comparable to a brace when you have a leg injury. You can use a brace to stabilize your leg and help you walk, while you work on getting your leg in shape. Therapy, in this metaphor, is more like the exercise and physical therapy you do when you are trying to regain more or less normal functioning.

    About the Author

    David BerndtDavid J. Berndt, Ph.D. was an Associate Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Chicago where he published or presented over 80 papers and articles before establishing a private practice. Dr. Berndt currently lives in Charleston, S.C. where he also teaches in an adjunct capacity at the College of Charleston. He is best known for his psychological tests The Multiscore Depression Inventory, and the Multiscore Depression Inventory for Children, both from Western Psychological Services.

    His latest book is the nonfiction self-help, Overcoming Anxiety.

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    About the Book:

    Overcoming Anxiety 2The good news is that anxiety can be overcome without relying on medication. Psychologist David Berndt, Ph.D., in Overcoming Anxiety outlines several self-help methods for management of anxiety and worry. In clear simple language and a conversational style, Dr. Berndt shares with the reader powerful step by step proven techniques for anxiety management.

    You will learn:

    • A Self-hypnosis grounding technique in the Ericksonian tradition.
    • Box Breathing, Seven Eleven and similar breathing techniques for anxiety relief.
    • How to stop or interrupt toxic thoughts that keep you locked in anxiety.
    • How to harness and utilize your worries, so they work for you.
    • Relief from anxiety through desensitization and exposure therapy.

    The book was designed to be used alone as self-help or in conjunction with professional treatment Dr. Berndt draws upon his experience as a clinician and academic researcher to give accessible help to the reader who wants to understand and manage their anxiety.

    For More Information

    • Overcoming Anxiety is available at Amazon.
    • Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

    postheadericon Book Spotlight: Profit In Plain Sight by Anne C. Graham

    About The Book
     
     
     

    Title:  Profit In Plain Sight

    Author: Anne C. Graham

    Publisher:  Morgan James

    Publication Date: July 7, 2015

     

    Pages: 289

    Format: eBook / Hardcover / Paperback / PDF

    ISBN: 978-1-63047-293-1 

    Genre: Business

    Discuss this book in our PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads by clicking HERE

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    Book Description:

    1. 84% of business owners and CEOs surveyed score a C, D or F on the Return on People Benchmark – they can’t even give every employee a decent raise, let alone hire, invest in facilities, equipment or technology, or expand into new markets!
    2. 40% companies who increase their revenues in a given year will actually decrease their profits… and there’s a better way to increase both.
    3. 96% of companies will put their greater goals on hold this year with one simple phrase: We don’t have the budget for that.

    Imagine if leaders were able to break free of their profit constraints, stop being victims of exchange rates and oil prices, and be in control of earning all the profit they need to fund the growth they want.

    Savvy entrepreneurs would never start a new business without a Business Plan.  Experienced executives would never try to lead their business without a Strategic Plan.  But almost every manager confesses that they don’t have a Profit Plan beyond their P&L, and that means that profit becomes the leftovers between disappointing revenues and higher-than-expected costs.

    Profit in Plain Sight offers the Profit Plan that’s missing, with a step-by-step roadmap that enables these busy leaders to grasp the big picture, and to implement solutions in less time per week than they are spending on email per day.

    Unlike many  business books, Profit in Plain Sight gives readers access to the “hows”, not just the “shoulds”, with downloadable training resources and action plans  at the end of every chapter, plus regular opportunities for the reader to reflect on how their thinking is changing and growing.

    This book finally helps leaders who are passionate about their business have all the profit they need to fund the growth they want, with tough questions to start changing the conversations in everyday management meetings, with practical, actionable techniques that are quite different from conventional cost-cutting approaches or the all-too-dangerous “increase revenues at all costs” techniques.  Instead, Profit In Plain Sight offers take-it-to-the-bank results.

     

     

     

    Book Excerpt:
     
    Prepare to Transform Your Most Persistent Market
    Challenges into Profit, Passion, and Growth
    … with The Proven Leadership Path that Delivers
    Results
    • How much easier would igniting profit, passion, and growth be if everyone in your
      business embraced change and became part of it?
    • What would be possible
      if transforming your business felt more like play than like work?
    • How quickly could you
      turn good intentions into tangible results
      if you
      simply could take small steps that
      require less time than you are devoting
      to e-mail in a
      given day?
    IBM is a legendary company, not only because of its
    enduring success for over 100 years in the fast-changing world of technology,
    but because it leads its category
    by a factor of
    four
    in terms of
    profitability and continues to transform itself to
    generate growth opportunities. Customers are incredibly loyal, the company has
    a stellar reputation for quality, and, as the holder of more patents than any
    other high-technology company, its strengths in innovation are readily
    apparent. It seems that IBM has found ways to conquer some stubborn challenges,
    doesn’t it?
    But it didn’t start that way. IBM’s roots go back
    to the 1880s and at one time its products consisted of employee time-keeping
    systems, weigh scales, automatic meat slicers, coffee grinders, and punched
    card equipment. Hardly the glamorous “Creating a Smarter
    Planet” organization we know today.
    IBM’s secrets to success came from an unlikely
    resource who was named President in 1915: Thomas J. Watson, the second in
    command at National Cash Register. With just a few practical
    tenets, Watson laid down the enduring foundation
    for IBM’s success — a focus on the customer and on customer service, a sales
    culture that built trust and respect, and an environment that instilled pride
    and loyalty into every worker. The result? Profit, passion, and growth, with
    integrity. In the 1990s, IBM had to reinvent itself or risk becoming irrelevant
    in the marketplace, which it did by reemphasizing its customer focus and
    creating clarity in its positioning.
    In the 2000s, it had to reinvent itself again as
    the competitive landscape shifted once more, which it did by emphasizing its
    role in providing integrated solutions, not merely products.
    This is not a book about IBM. But as subsequent
    legendary leaders have proven, those enduring, practical tenets can serve every
    business well.
    How Many of these Stubborn Market Challenges Are
    Grinding You Down?
    Each year a variety of organizations publish lists
    of the Top 10 CEO Challenges based on polling business owners and leaders. And
    inevitably, five stubborn market-related issues keep coming up again and again
    on these lists, although the order may shift from year to year:
    1. Earning
    Customer Loyalty and Retention
    2. Generating
    Sustained and Steady Top-Line Growth
    3. Ensuring
    Bottom-Line Growth in Profit
    4. Building a
    Corporate Reputation for Quality Products and Services
    5. Stimulating
    Innovation and Creativity and Enabling Entrepreneurship
    Why don’t we ever get traction and put those
    Challenges behind us? Because 70 years of thought leadership in the business
    press, from universities and in executive programs, has left us with more
    shoulds than hows and a lot of flavor-of-the-month distractions that
    sound promising but are hard to translate into bottom-line impact.
    Let’s change that.
    This Book Is for You When …
    … most of the books you’ve read are sitting
    on your shelf and have not had any impact on your business;
    … some of the books you’ve read have inspired
    you but you struggled when you tried to put them into practice because the
    author shared the
    shoulds but left you to figure out the hows; and
    … you’ve tried to implement ideas in the past
    as an army of one only to run out of steam, run out of time, or run out of
    focus when you find yourself spending more time trying to get people to change
    and get on board than actually implementing anything.
    Move Beyond the Myths
    Here’s your wake-up call and a bold promise.
    MYTH #1
    We’re Too Busy
    FACT: All of us are
    busy. None of us have spare time. Or do we? Over 90% of executives polled admit
    that they spend between 1 and 2 hours a day on e-mail … often more. So here’s
    your wake-up call: unless you work in the order entry department, e-mail does
    not move the needle
    in your business because it does
    not create cash flow, profit, or growth. In fact, it
    leaves you working everyone  else’s
    agenda when, as a leader, it is up to you to set the direction and lead by
    doing. E-mail is a nice, easy, reactive way to start the day and waste most of
    the morning. And it’s killing your company.
    MYTH #2
    We Have to Be “Always On”
    FACT: We’re tethered
    to responding instantaneously to our phones, our e-mail, and other
    interruptions, and there are times when that’s appropriate, but more often it’s
    simply busy work. I’m not saying that you have to abandon e-mail — it’s a part
    of our lives in the 21st century, just as the telephone and voice mail became a
    reality in the 20th. But what is currently in your in-box or on your priority
    list that is
    more important than securing the future of your business for your
    employees, your family, and your community? What’s more important than building
    a profitable, growing business
    that can weather any economic turmoil that global
    change can throw at it?
    MYTH #3
    There’s No Way Out
    FACT: The noise is
    getting louder now that texting and social media elements are also in the mix
    of e-mail, voice mail, and more. Yet one simple shift is all that’s required to
    completely transform
    noise into results, and I invite you to share
    Appendix 1 with your entire organization to help them make that shift. In the
    meantime, here’s my bold promise.
    If you have
    time for e-mail, you have time
    to once and for
    all overcome the stubborn
    business
    challenges holding you back.
    When you follow the Solutions in Plain Sight
    outlined in this book and access the Rapid Results Resources that ensure you
    never
    have to waste precious time reinventing the wheel, you will transform your
    business in less time than you’re currently spending on e-mail.
    Close the Gaps when you apply uncommon strategies
    and tactics that will shift your thinking forever
    Our biggest challenge as business leaders at all
    levels is simply to overcome the thinking that’s kept us stuck with those
    Challenges. Many of us were taught old-world thinking, long before today’s realities
    of the Internet, globalization, recurring corporate scandals, all-too-frequent
    recessions, and a rate of change that’s difficult to keep up with. It’s time to
    hold our beliefs, myths, and common practices up to a very harsh light of
    uncommon sense and retool for the future. It’s time to replace them with a road
    map that delivers results. This first section, Possibilities, is going to give
    you two powerful tools to do just that.
    Most businesses won’t succeed in making the shift.
    They’ll remain mired in the “we’ve always done it this way” paradigm, because
    they simply won’t invest the time and energy to be open
    to new approaches, and they won’t take the time to
    build a road map that takes them to their Possibilities, step by step. They’ll continue
    to default back to “business as usual,” because they think it’s easier, even
    though they know it’s not working, and they need a new approach. Unfortunately,
    they’re unknowingly making their lives and the lives of everyone in the
    organization more difficult, and more uncertain.
    Take a look at the shapes Figure 1. How many forms
    of transportation can you spot? Look carefully, as the shapes hold the key to
    your transformation. How many did you see? What were they? (Go to Appendix 2
    for the answer.)

    Rapid Results Resources: Put
    some energy into your regular meetings and start the process of
    Transformation with “The 101 Questions You MUST Ask Your Leadership
    Team.” Use a couple of the questions every week to get your team thinking about
    Profit, Passion, and Growth, and to get their creative juices flowing. Download
    your copy at
    www.ProfitInPlainSight.com/101Questions.
    ITE THE POWER OF
    Solutions in Plain Sight: Inform. Inspire.
    Motivate. Systematically Transform.
    By opening the cover of Profit
    in Plain Sight
    , you’ve already taken your
    first step to becoming more open, more focused, and more successful. You’ve
    taken your first step towards creating a process for sustainable levels of
    increased profits. And you’ve taken your first step that will differentiate
    your business from your competitors’ when you implement well. Just keep turning
    the pages to make it happen.
    SOLUTION IN PLAIN SIGHT #1
    Infuse Your Employees With Possibilities
    What does it mean to Infuse
    employees? It means embedding the desire to be part
    of something more, to be the best, to behave every
    day in
    ways that add value to your customers, and to earn profit with integrity that
    will help the entire company grow and succeed in the future.
    It means engaging them with the Drivers of
    Transformation that you’ll see in Part I, Possibilities, which will give them
    the powerful AHA! Moments of information, inspiration, and motivation.
    It means involving them in creating the road map
    forward, because information, inspiration, motivation, and good intentions need
    to be turned into action before you can transform stubborn challenges into
    Profit, Passion, and Growth (see Figure 2).
    People support what they create. When you Infuse your teams with the passion and talent to be part of the solution,
    you’ll divide and conquer the workload and transform your profit and growth
    more easily than you might imagine.
    SOLUTION IN PLAIN SIGHT #2
    Enthuse Your Customers
    What does it mean to Enthuse
    your customers? It means creating an environment
    where they love doing business with you and know that your success is part of
    their success, because you save them time, make or save them money, solve real
    problems for them, give them peace of mind, and make them feel good. It means
    being the path of least resistance and getting it right the first time. It
    means they’re happy to pay for the value you provide.
    It’s what happens in Part II, Practicalities, when
    you take action with the systematic approach of the Profit in Plain Sight
    Framework to solve the five stubborn challenges that are holding you back from leading
    your market by industriously activating your road map to success (see Figure
    3).
    1.
    Activate the
    power of
    Infused employees with the Two Drivers of Transformation.
    2.
    Trigger the
    factors that
    Enthuse customers as you systematically overcome five
    stubborn market-driven challenges with integrated solutions that build upon each
    other.
    3.
    Achieve Profit,
    Passion, and Growth … in less time than you’re spending on e-mail.
    SOLUTION IN PLAIN SIGHT #3
    Overcome Your Biggest Obstacles
    Right now you may be thinking you don’t have the
    time. Your people aren’t onside. You have other priorities that need your
    attention and focus. You’re uncertain of whether you can make a commitment to
    see this through. You don’t believe that significant profit increases are
    possible in your business or in your industry. Hogwash!
    Bringing the voices of your customers into your organization is a
    powerful, counterintuitive, yet proven, approach to see what’s possible from a
    tactical perspective and will powerfully move you past
    “we’ve always done it this way” thinking with each of five stubborn
    market-driven challenges. In this book, you’ll learn exactly how to do that for
    results.
    You’ll stop guessing at what it will take to keep your customers loyal
    for longer and know for certain how to become their preferred partner. You’ll
    stop guessing what they might value and know for certain how to deliver value
    to them that results in Top-Line Growth. You’ll stop applying bandaids to
    quality issues and get the sludge out of your system to stop the profit leaks
    and grow your Bottom Line. And you’ll know exactly how to avoid “me too”
    inventions that are passing for innovation and innovate in low-risk, low-cost ways
    that will set you apart from your competitors.
    The Only Person Who Likes Change Is a Baby with a
    Wet Diaper
    Even with technology, globalization, credit crunches,
    and economic turmoil, people still need to buy goods and services and people
    still do business with people. The need to
    enthuse
    your customers
    with the desire to do
    business with you and to
    infuse your
    staff
    with the passion and talent to deliver never
    changes.
    What does need to change is how you tackle those
    five stubborn market-driven challenges, and therein lies the stumbling block.
    Your people can’t buy into the typical approach of
    an endless stream of unrelated tasks, so-called best practices (which
    don’t differentiate
    you from your competitors), flavor-of-the-month management and proverbial
    silver bullets. Over 90% of business owners, leaders, and key employees polled
    admit they get lost chasing bright shiny objects, and those are simply the equivalent
    of trying to change nice, dry, comfortable diapers to icky wet diapers
    that don’t make sense to your people. Uncertainty, seemingly wasted time,
    wasted effort, confusion, and the feeling of a lack of progress simply causes
    fear and resistance.
    Harvard Professor W. Earl Sasser was the first to refer to the plethora
    of stand-alone tactics as “Kidney Stone Management” (his lengthy list back in
    the 1990s has only expanded with time).
    We’ve trained our staff to expect that whatever new idea is out there,
    it’s a kidney stone
    — it will only cause them
    pain for a while, it will pass, and business as usual can return
    . No wonder our people are burned-out and skeptical when so many new
    initiatives are launched, so many seem important, and so many run out of steam.
    Explain Kidney Stone Management to your executive and management teams at all
    levels. You’re guaranteed a few rueful chuckles of recognition and an AHA!
    Moment that indicates that approach is no longer going to be part of your
    leadership practices.
    That’s the reason Profit in Plain Sight will make a difference when others haven’t — solving these Challenges
    for good comes down to realizing that you’re in wet diapers and wanting the dry
    ones you’ll get by shifting the way you do business. Dry diapers are the result
    of implementing the step-by-step road map of over 57 detailed, value-add Profit
    and Growth Accelerators for
    near term yet sustainable Profit, Passion, and Growth.
    When your people have a mental map of where they’re going, and how
    they’re going to get there (see Figure 3), Kidney Stone Manage-ment is no
    longer a problem and they will be informed,
    inspired, and motivated to get into the dry diapers. A systematic and integrated process rather
    than a series of disconnected events will consistently create successes and a
    sense of forward momentum and progress — the transformation you’re looking for.
    You Don’t Have to Go It Alone
    Unsuccessful businesspeople try to go it alone,
    reluctant to show their weakness by asking for help. Successful businesspeople
    ask for help all the time. They call it getting input and they know the value
    of
    not reinventing the
    wheel.
    Profit in Plain Sight is the window to Rapid Results Resources that are not just shoulds but specific hows — proven step-by-step instructions plus additional
    proven strategies and tactics that are beyond the scope of this book.
    They deliver results more rapidly and easily than
    you might imagine. They deliver
    smart practices specifically implemented in the context
    of your unique company. All you have to do is commit to transforming
    conventional
    passive reading into active learning
    for results.
    Every business leader who has succeeded in doubling
    their profitability or more — in less than one year, in less time than they and
    their team were spending on e-mail — has identified obstacles to success. And
    as they began the process, they found that each and every obstacle dissolved
    with the straightforward, practical approaches laid out in this book. At this
    point, all you need to do is finish reading the next two pages, and take the
    actions outlined. Then, turn the page and do it again. That’s it. Are you with
    me?
    Summary
    We’ve all heard that you can lead a horse to water
    but you can’t make it drink. But I always say that you
    can make the horse
    thirsty or make the water sweeter. From the sheer fact that you’re reading P
    rofit
    in Plain Sight
    , I know you’re thirsty.
    Make Your Horses Thirsty Too
    Embracing a process to transform challenges into
    opportunities doesn’t come from rigorous change management processes that
    try to force-fit people into a change that they haven’t bought into. That’s
    just leading the horse to water. Instead, it comes from naturally leading your
    team where you want them to go by building an
    infused culture that thirsts for excellence and that reflects their desire to
    find the easiest and most effective ways to achieve that end. When you share
    this book throughout your organization, you’ll help lead your teams’ thirst for
    where you want them to go.
    Make the Water Sweeter
    Sweeter water means helping you and your organization find ways to
    streamline complexity and stay focused on what really drives your business
    forward. That’s where the systematic Profit in Plain Sight Framework is
    extremely valuable — bite-sized modules are easy to implement, in less time
    than you’re currently spending on e-mail. Make the process painless and make
    the water sweet when you take an integrated approach rather than succumbing to
    Kidney Stone Management.
    I’ve spent time in the trenches “doing,” and even longer with the responsibilities
    of leading others. I’ve experienced the frustration of dealing with these
    Challenges over and over, just as you have.
    I’ve used every one of these Solutions in Plain Sight, as a leader in large
    and small companies and with my consulting clients. They’ve worked across a
    broad range of industries and they’ll work for you too.
    Simply. Accelerate Your Results
    There is really only one theme to this book — driving Profit, Passion, and Growth. We’re going to
    put many lenses on that theme, but never lose sight of that as our goal.
    There are only two outcomes you need to achieve in order to realize Profit, Passion, and
    Growth —
    enthusing your customers, and infusing your employees. I’ll show you what you need to do
    to
    accomplish both.
    There are Two Drivers of Transformation that serve
    as wet diapers to motivate change and, in Part I, you’ll see Possibilities as you
    learn how to activate them to kick-start the process and help
    you measure success and progress.
    There are 15 practical, actionable Solutions in
    Plain Sight in this book and a total of 57 Profit and Growth Accelerators in
    the Profit in Plain Sight Framework. In Part II, Shift to Practicalities,
    you’ll see your Profit in Plain Sight road map
    unfold as we tackle each of the five stubborn market-driven challenges.
    Whether you take action on every Challenge or
    cherry-pick just those that are holding your business back the most, you will
    see impact on your Profit. You’ll impact the Passion your teams bring to the
    business. And you’ll sow the seeds for Growth.
    There are no quick fixes … but Rapid Results are
    within your reach.
    You can reach and exceed your goals. You can secure your
    business from the ups and downs of economic turmoil, and invest in everything
    you need to take your business to the next level and help drive our economy
    forward. You
    can finally feel confident in your plan for the future.
    If Not You, Who? If Not Now, When?
    Work is slogging it
    out in isolation;
    play is getting support to achieve breakthroughs and
    feeling a sense of progress. So go ahead and put some play back in your day and
    some bucks on your bottom line.
    This Works.
    You Can Do It. You Will Succeed.


     

    Take these Actions
    1.
    Download your copy of “The
    101 Questions You MUST Ask Your Leadership Teams” at
    www.ProfitInPlainSight.com/101Questions
    to start changing the conversations at every level of your organization.
    This is an ideal tool for executives and mid-level managers to use to spice up your
    regular team meetings and begin to shift your culture to one of profit and
    growth.
    2.
    See Appendix 1 for the
    secrets of achieving focus and transformation in less time than you’re
    currently spending on e-mail.
    3.
    Check out Appendix 2 for
    the solution to the “forms of transportation” brain teaser at the beginning of
    this Chapter.
    Small Steps.
    Big Impact!
    Five Minutes, Five Questions:
    Reflect for Deeper Learning
    Reflective questions at the end of every Chapter offer powerful deeper learning
    on how your thinking is changing, so that you can generate the AHA! Moments to
    break free of the conventional thinking that keeps you stuck when trying to
    solve five stubborn market-driven
    challenges.
    Reflection simply means taking the time to monitor what’s happening in
    your own mind, evaluate what you’re learning, and ponder what is shifting or
    changing in terms of your attitudes and behaviors, with the goal of eventually
    building a new mental framework of how things work. This will allow you to
    continually add relevant information and discard the irrelevant.
    Your first step is internal transformation, to identify what attitudes have already shifted and what
    behaviors will follow.
    But the reflective process only works if you use it.
    Ask yourself these questions right now:
    1. How can I use the reframing approach I saw in the brain teaser as a
    metaphor for opportunities hidden in our business?
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    2.

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    postheadericon Book Spotlight: Aeromancist by Charmaine Pauls

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    Title:  Aeromancist

    Book 2: Seven Forbidden Arts Series

    Author: Charmaine Pauls

    Publisher:  Mélange Books

    Publication Date: July 6, 2015

     

    Pages: 284

    ASIN: B010766W5S

    Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

    Format: eBook / ePub / PDF
    Preorder Book Buy Links:  Publication Date: July 6, 2015



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    Book Description:

    Passion always comes with a price.

    All he could offer was thirty days of passion.

    He condemned her to a terrible fate instead.

    Now he’ll do everything in his power to save her.

    He is known as the Weatherman. Lann Dréan is the last of his kind. A price on his head, chased for a power he should not possess, he can’t promise any woman forever. All he can offer Katherine White is thirty days of passion. But his uncontainable desire comes with an unforeseen price. Lann’s lust will cost Kat everything. Now he’ll do anything to save her from the fate he has brought upon her.



    * This book contains adult content with explicit language and frequent, consummated love scenes, including light bondage, sex toys and breath play. Reader discretion is advised.
    Book Excerpt:


    Short Excerpt
     
    From the expression on Lann’s face,
    Kat knew he hadn’t expected her. Alfonso hadn’t warned him of her visit. Lann
    sat behind his desk, very similar to the first time they had met, but this time
    he was in the library, and not in his office. He had probably been working on
    the restoration of his ancient books, because he wore his glasses. Removing
    them, he immediately got to his feet. The air felt lighter, as it always did in
    his presence. Wisps of her hair lifted as if to an invisible caress, but Lann
    didn’t acknowledge the subtle dance of molecules this time.
           As
    always he looked impeccable in tailored pants and a white dress shirt. He stood
    immobile, exerting calm, waiting for her to make the first move. Kat had never
    been fooled about the latent danger that lurked under his quiet sophistication
    and intellectual air. There was a raw energy about Lann that hinted at his
    wildness, even as his exterior was polished civility.
           “Alfonso
    showed me in,” she said.
           “Katherine.”
    His lips lifted in the corner, exposing his dimple.
           Her
    heart broke at his smile. It was the one he reserved for other people. Never
    for her. It was automatic, a practiced social stance, and she hated it.
           Hers
    was faint in return. She glanced at the employees who were handling his books
    with protective gloves. “May we speak in private, please?”
           He
    frowned. “Let’s go to my office.”
           He
    led the way. At least he hadn’t thrown her out on sight. She was walking the
    familiar path she believed she’d never walk again. The air gathered around his
    ankles as he moved, lapping at her feet as she followed in his wake. She had
    never felt it stronger, and yet, it should have been the reverse. She was
    supposed to be cutting the tie, not strengthening it, dammit.
           Inside
    his office he almost took a military stance, his shoulders straight, his arms
    behind his back, as if keeping them there would prevent him from touching her.
    But his eyes were filled with warmth and concern.
           “Katherine,
    I didn’t tell you I was back because I didn’t want to make it harder on you.”
           He
    didn’t owe her an explanation. She agreed to his terms. With her eyes wide
    open.
           “I
    came back to take care of the money,” he continued. “When Alfonso told me you
    returned everything–”
           “I
    don’t want your money.”
           “You
    can live in comfort. Why struggle, if I have enough to share?”
           “Because
    it wasn’t part of our agreement,” she snapped. She took a calming breath. “Because
    it’ll make me feel like a prostitute.”
           His
    expression was incredulous as he considered the statement, but after a moment
    he inclined his head. “Of course. I respect your decision.”
           “Lann…”
    She chewed her lip, thinking of the best way to tell him. Hadn’t she practiced
    her line a million times? “I wouldn’t have broken our agreement if it wasn’t
    necessary.”
           He
    stared at her expectantly. There was no easy way to break the news.
           “I’m
    pregnant.”
           He
    froze. The heat evaporated from his gaze. His upper arms flexed as he clasped
    his hands behind his back. She couldn’t tell if he was mad or disappointed.
    Either way, neither was the reaction she was hoping for.
           The
    silence stretched between them. For a while he seemed incapable of speaking or
    moving. Only his eyes lowered and rested on her abdomen.
           “It’s
    impossible,” he finally said.
           She
    opened her handbag, retrieved the blood test results and offered it to him
    shakily. Lann lifted one hand from behind his back and took the piece of paper.
    Kat watched him closely as he read it. His eyes widened and narrowed again. She
    presumed he was looking at the age of the child growing inside of her, doing
    the calculation in his mind. Emotions she couldn’t place played across his
    face. Was it sadness, envy, anger that made him press his lips so tightly
    together? Finally, he lifted his head. She didn’t like the way he looked at
    her.
                He
    handed her back the report. “Congratulations.” His voice was impersonal. “Who’s
    the father?”
           The
    words punched the air from Kat’s lungs with the same ferocity as when he had
    cut her airflow during lovemaking. Then it had given her an earth-shattering
    orgasm. Now it caused her pain, with the same intensity. She couldn’t believe
    he said that. Hurt and anger blurred her vision. She drew back her hand, and
    before she could stop herself, she slapped him. She took a step away from him,
    biting back the tears. The trace of her fingers lay red across his pale cheek.
    Lann accepted her abuse with a stoic expression, without uttering a word.
           “You
    bastard,” she whispered. “You needn’t feign your innocence by insulting me. Are
    you afraid I’ll ask you for child support? Do you think I expect you to play an
    unwilling role in this baby’s life? Maybe you think I’ll try to emotionally
    blackmail you into marrying me.” She clutched her bag to her chest like a
    shield. “I didn’t come here expecting anything from you. I want nothing. I only
    came because you had a right to know.” She took a ragged breath. “And to ask
    why you lied to me.”
           When
    he still didn’t speak, she nodded slowly, the unwelcome tears threatening to
    find their way to her cheeks. He wasn’t going to offer any explanation, any
    solace, any excuse.
           “I
    see,” she said. “Then we have nothing more to say to each other.”
           She
    turned for the door, but Lann’s voice halted her. “Please stay. You’re upset.
    I’ll take you home when you feel calmer.”
           To
    her dismay, a small gasp escaped her. Did he honestly think she’d stay after
    what he just said? Not looking back, she ran downstairs, not caring that Lann
    was calling after her loud enough for the building to hear, or that his
    employees were staring at her from the library window.

     


    Long Excerpt
     
    “You made your bed, you sleep in
    it,” my mother always said.
           I
    made this bed, with Lann Dréan in it. Only, he wasn’t anymore, not after thirty
    days of the best sex of my life. What remained were crumpled sheets and
    consequences.
           How
    could I not be attracted to him? I had a thing for intellectual guys,
    especially damaged ones. And Lann was damaged, alright. His father abandoned
    him at birth, never forgiving him for his mother’s death. It took some time
    before Lann told me how he grew up in the streets of Moscow, stealing and
    cheating his way to survival. He never revealed what he did for a living, how
    he became a self-made millionaire. He had pulled himself from the gutter and
    built a life. From the guards surrounding us, I knew he was involved in
    something dangerous, maybe illegal, but I told myself it didn’t matter because
    ours wasn’t a permanent relationship. It was a thirty-day contract.
           When
    I first met Lann it was in his privately owned library of ancient books. He had
    just bought the Santiago convent. The plan was to spend a month of holiday
    there before going home to New York. I had been rewarded a scholarship for an
    exchange program in Chile to conduct my thesis on daemon lovers. His
    handwritten books were invaluable to my research. He spotted me from his office
    balcony and when everyone else left, kept me behind.
           Lann
    was reserved, to the point of being recluse. Few photos existed of him, even as
    the paparazzi hunted and stalked him. Nothing could have prepared me for the
    tall Russian. He was lean, well defined, minus the bulging muscles I hated. His
    long, blond hair was mostly braided down his back. I preferred it to when he
    wore it loose, because that way I could admire his ears. He had perfect
    ears–beautifully proportioned, slightly elongated–but I never said as much
    because he was sensitive about them. A silver ring was pierced through the top
    left one. His dark Prada glasses gave him an academic look in a sexy kind of
    way. His most unusual feature was his eyes. In the dark they seemed yellow. In
    daylight I could see they were a mix of amber and brown flecks. And when he
    opened his mouth and spoke to me in his thick Russian accent, telling me I moved
    the air for him, my knees went weak.
           So,
    when he asked me to give my body to him for thirty days, exclusively, I signed
    my name on the dotted line. Although I had given him carte blanche, he took his
    time to lure me, to teach me what he liked. It was never a seduction. Unless I
    gave him permission, he didn’t move on. But I wanted it. All of it. All of him.
    Lann woke a dark side in me, a part I didn’t know lurked in the shadows of my
    desire. Only when I was comfortable with him did he tie me up, blindfolded and
    gagged me, and he didn’t introduce me to breath play until I trusted him. In
    those naked moments I made myself vulnerable, gave him control of my body, and
    he rewarded me with pleasure that wracked my mind and left me craving more.
           One
    day, he flew me in a water plane to a private lake for a picnic. It was the
    most perfect day of my life.
           We
    were sitting on the shore.
           “Lann,
    this is incredible,” I said.
           His
    palm smoothed over my shoulder. “You’ve been studying too hard. Been cooped up
    in my convent for too long.”
           “So
    this is my reward?”
           “No.
    I think your reward will come later.”
           “What
    a lucky girl I am.”
           “The
    luck is all mine, bella.”
           “Are
    you hungry?”
           “For
    food?” he drawled.
           “You’re
    impossible.” I gave him stern look and brought a piece of cheese to his lips.
    “Open.”
           He
    obeyed. He took the cheese, and sucked my fingers into his mouth. I could feel
    the atmosphere shift in a second. Lann had a hundred different moods a day, and
    I took pleasure in the knowledge that I started to understand how to navigate
    them. He allowed me to feed him some more, and after I had eaten, he got to his
    feet and started removing his clothes.
           “What
    are you doing?” I said with a laugh, looking around, even if I knew we were
    alone.
           “Come
    swim with me.”
           “The
    water will be freezing.”
           “Are
    you a pussy?”
           “You
    didn’t just call me that.”
           “Oh
    yes, I did.”
           I
    jumped up and discarded my clothes faster than him. Before he was out of his
    pants, I was running to the water, stark naked. I gritted my teeth when I felt
    the iciness around my feet. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Lann making his way
    to the water, a huge grin on his face. I held my breath and charged. It was so
    cold it felt as if it would stop my heart. I let out a yelp, and heard Lann’s
    laugh echo behind me. I dove in and swam furiously for a few strokes to warm up
    my limbs. When I turned, Lann still stood on the beach.
           “Come
    on!” I beckoned him with a curled finger. “Or are you a pussy?”
           He
    made big eyes at me. “What did you just call me?”
           “I
    said–”
           Before
    I could complete the sentence, he was storming me. I managed to splash him
    before he got wet, and heard his curse before he dove underwater to resurface
    in front of me. Laughing, I tried to swim away from him, but he grabbed me
    around the waist.
           “Not
    so fast, bella.”
           He
    turned me to face him and jerked me against him. His body was warm in the
    coldness of the water. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pressing close.
    His erection strained against my pelvis. Lann wasn’t laughing any longer. He
    groaned, and his eyes turned a darker shade of gold. His hands went to my
    bottom, gripping me firmly. He lifted me slightly so that his hardness pressed
    against my folds. The water contracted my skin, and when he lifted me higher
    with one hand, spreading my opening with the other, an onslaught of cold water
    assaulted my swollen clit. Immediately the sensation was replaced with the
    warmth of his body as he lowered me onto his erection, sliding effortlessly
    into my lubricated depth. I arched my back, gasping as he claimed me with every
    inch he had.
           “God,
    Katherine, I’m buried so deep inside of you,” he said against my neck.
           He
    kissed me feverishly, sucking my skin into his mouth, making me scream as he
    bit down gently.
           “You
    drive me wild, krasota.” His tongue moved
    down my neck to the hollow of my throat, trailing a path to my breasts. He
    licked each upper curve, before he took a cold, hard nipple in his warm mouth.
    I moaned loudly. He started suckling me, moving me up and down on him.
           “Is
    this good, bella?”
           I
    whimpered. “Lann…”
           “Tell
    me, Katherine. Tell me what you want.”
           “Everything.
    I want everything.”
           “You
    don’t know what you’re asking,” he said darkly.
           “Then
    show me.”
           His
    mouth claimed mine with hard approval, his tongue sweeping over my lips before
    he drank the very breath from me. I struggled to draw air through my nose while
    he claimed my mouth like that. He kissed and kissed me until I felt the urge to
    shove away from him to draw air, but when I pushed with my palms on his chest,
    he only sealed his lips tighter over mine, at the same time increasing the pace
    with which he was penetrating me. My clit rubbed against his pelvis. One hand
    closed around my throat, applying gentle pressure, while the other spread the
    cheeks of my ass. Sensations slammed into me. His fingers around my neck
    tightened, cutting off my oxygen. I felt a finger rubbing down my cleft, and
    then I felt it there. I jerked when
    Lann pushed on that forbidden entrance. It was hard to think with my body
    craving air, craving him, and craving release. Already my orgasm was a tightly
    coiled cord, a second away from snapping. Just when I thought I was going to
    black out from the lack of air, he released my throat, at the same time pushing
    his finger inside my rear. As oxygen reached my brain, my orgasm exploded in me
    with an intensity I had never felt before. I clung to him, filled by his cock
    and his finger, as the waves crushed over me and continued to ripple long after
    he had spurted all of his seed inside of me. My strength gone, all I could
    manage was to lean my head on his shoulder, and to trust him to take care of
    me.
           Lann
    kissed my hair and my cheek. He said gentle things to me in Russian, while he
    slowly pulled his finger from my slightly burning backside. I moaned, and he
    kissed my forehead. I felt like fainting from the aftershocks of pleasure. I
    tried to lower my legs, but Lann prevented me with his hands on my ankles.
           “Hold
    on, krasavitsa,” he said against my
    ear. “Don’t try to walk.”
           He
    gently cleaned me in the water, washing his semen from me, before carrying me
    to the shore. I had never felt more depleted in my entire life. It was worse
    than the time I had a few drinks too many at the student bar and my friend had
    to drive me home and put me to bed.
           I
    started shivering as Lann lowered me onto our picnic blanket. He stretched out
    on top of me and folded the blanket around our bodies. He kissed my neck and
    shoulder until I felt his heat penetrating my skin, and my body once more
    relaxed. When the shivering stopped, he lifted himself to look down at me.
           “The
    sun will warm you. I’m going to get off you now. At first it’ll feel cold with
    the breeze, but you’ll dry in no time.”
           I
    whimpered when he rolled off me, exposing my skin to the air. “No, don’t.”
           “I’m
    too heavy.” He rubbed my arms.
           That
    was the first time I felt the air move around us. It shifted down from my
    shoulders to my feet, a blanket of clouds pulled over a naked body. This was
    the dance of air Lann had tried to describe to me, what he meant when he said I
    moved the air for him. At first the breeze made me feel colder, but then I
    gradually warmed as the sun dried my skin. I felt extremely lethargic.
           “What
    did you do to me?” I said, trying to focus on Lann’s face and not fall asleep.
           “I
    cut off your ability to breathe, just for a few seconds. The surge of oxygen
    that follows makes you come harder.”
           “That
    it did,” I said, closing my eyes.
           “Katherine,
    look at me.” I gazed back at him. His expression seemed concerned. “Did you
    enjoy it?”
           “Oh,
    yes.” I tried to nod. “It was the best sex of my life.”
           A
    slow smile curved his lips. “Good.” His eyes warmed. “Your trust means
    everything to me.”
           He
    lay down next to me and pulled me into her arms. We stayed like that until I
    felt some of my energy return. When I tried to sit up, he shook his head.
           “Rest.”
           “I
    need a drink.” I reached for my glass of champagne.
           “No
    more alcohol,” he said. He sat up and reached inside the basket, taking out a
    bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap, lifted my head and brought the bottle to
    my mouth. After a few sips, I lay back again, studying him.
           “You’re
    so handsome,” I said.
           “And
    you’re so expressive. I can never get enough of your face when it’s contorted
    with pleasure, knowing it’s the pleasure I bring you.”
           “You
    bring me lots of pleasure,” I said, mumbling my agreement.
           “Now
    I’m going to feed you strawberries.” His eyes went to my breasts. “And then I’m
    going to fuck you softly.”
           That
    was the day I knew I had fallen in love with him.

     

           By
    the time Day Thirty arrived, I was addicted. To him. But I had signed a
    contract to walk away, and never look back. And it wasn’t as if he gave me a
    choice when he left me behind. What I
    thought would be a harmless sexual adventure had burned a hole in my existence.
    I had fallen in love with Lann, when I promised I wouldn’t. But there was more
    at stake than my heart. I never would have guessed that accepting his contract
    was signing my death warrant. There was only one thing left to do. To sleep in
    the bed I had made. And it may just cost me … everything.

     

        About The Author
     

    Charmaine Pauls was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. She obtained a degree in Communication at the University of Potchestroom, and followed a diverse career path in journalism, public relations, advertising, communications, photography, graphic design, and brand marketing. Her writing has always been an integral part of her professions.

    After relocating to France with her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time. Charmaine has published six novels since 2011, as well as several short stories and articles.

    When she is not writing, she likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in Chile with her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans, English, French and Spanish.

    Read more about Charmaine’s romance novels and psychological short stories here on www.charmainepauls.com.
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    postheadericon Interview with Kelley Grant, author of The Obsidian Temple

    Title: The Obsidian Temple

    Author: Kelley Grant

    Publisher: Harper Voyager Impulse

    Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy

    Format: Kindle 

    After a harrowing escape to the desert, Sulis Hasifel finds her calling is not yet fulfilled. Traveling to the Obsidian Temple—the site of an ancient divine battle—Sulis is tasked with mentoring Ava, a young girl with a troubled past. Together, they join a group of magically gifted warriors to re-make the very fabric of the universe. But the fate of the world hinges on whether Ava can harness her power, and some trials cannot be overcome.

    Returning to Illian, Sulis’s twin Kadar finds that his lover, Farrah, has abandoned their newborn daughter for the revolutionary cause. Not willing to give up his dream of a family, Kadar vows to stay by Farrah’s side. But when he finds that Farrah is willing to anger the gods to aid the Forsaken caste’s uprising, and as she steps farther down a violent and dark path, Kadar must decide if he will help her…or let the world spin out of control.

    In this mesmerizing sequel to Desert Rising, Kelley Grant brings us back to the cities of Illian and Shpeth, drawing her epic fantasy tale closer to the trilogy’s stunning conclusion.
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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Can you tell us where you are from?

    I grew up running wild in the hills of Ohio’s Amish country. I live more centrally in Ohio now, but on top of a hill with woods and creatures surrounding me.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    In the novel, the Obsidian Temple is a pivotal location with a dark secret deep in the center of the desert. Fates were determined in that Temple, and what it contains will begin a war.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    The creative team at Harper Voyager Impulse designed the cover. You can see the great feli Djinn in front of the Obsidian Temple, with his chosen Sulis, my heroine, in the background, about to discover the temple’s secrets.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    Not only are there cool great temple cats, or feli, again in this book – this time there are feli kittens!

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    Who we become in the face of failure, in the face of pain and oppression can rule our fate and the fates of others around us. It also raises the question – do we have to become evil to fight evil?

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

    The chapter where we find out what is in the Obsidian Temple. I’d known there was a temple, deep in the desert. I’d known there was something big in it – but like Sulis, I did not know what it was. It was hidden from me. Then, as I was walking to clear my head one day, it hit me. I saw what was in there and was both fascinated and horrified. I actually had to sit down in the park to take it in and process what I’d found.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    This is the second book in the Desert Rising series. This book is driven by the needs and idealist depths that my characters showed me they contained in the first book. Their stories needed to be witnessed, so I wrote them down.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

                    I have caught my felines stealing my dinner – and still eaten it. Same with them drinking my tea. Because with five cats, it happens all the time. I’ve learned not to be very squeamish about germs.

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

                    I’d love to go to New Zealand and roam the land where Peter Jackson filmed his fabulous Lord of the Rings movies. To be for a day Éowyn, shieldmaiden of Rohan!

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

                    I am NEVER a morning person. But I am a daytime person in the spring and summer, and shift to a true night owl in the fall and winter months.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    No – both of my siblings are in the sciences, my dad was a coal truck driver and my mom was a cook’s assistant. I’m the odd woman out in my family. But everyone in my family loves to read, loves to become engrossed in fantastic tales.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    I still am. Daydreams got me through elementary school, though long country bus rides and longer math classes. I used to dream about being the characters in the books I read. I loved playing with stuffed animals and dolls to create and act out new stories and tales.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    The ability to find peace, equanimity and contentment in every situation.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    Thank you so much for having me here! Desert Rising, the first book of the series, is out now in digital and paperback. The Obsidian Temple releases July 21st in digital, in paperback sometime in August.

    Kelley Grant grew up in the hills of Ohio’s Amish country. Her best friends were the books she read, stories she created and the forest and fields that inspired her. She and her husband live on a wooded hilltop and are owned by five cats, a dog and numerous uninvited critters. Besides writing, Kelley teaches yoga and meditation, sings kirtan with her husband, and designs brochures and media.

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    postheadericon There is always hope! Escaping abuse and domestic violence by Rebecca Marie

     

    Title: One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second

    Author: Rebecca Marie

    Publisher: iUniverse

    Pages: 113

    Genre: Self Help/Personal Growth

    Format: Ebook

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    Abuse knows no boundaries. It doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, old or young. It can enter your life at any time and stay as long as you let it. In One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second, author Rebecca Marie discusses that the key is to release the secrets, talk about the abuse, and take the power away from the abusers. In this memoir, she shares her personal journey surviving sexual and physical abuse, describing how abusive patterns started at a young age, how negative self-esteem continued to grow, and how it ended in her falling in love with a psychopath. One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second narrates how Marie was victimized and lived in daily fear and despair, but discusses how she chose not to remain a victim and took power over her own life. Hoping to break the cycle of domestic abuse one victim at a time, Marie tells her emotional story to call attention to the problem of domestic violence. Her story shows there is hope for others.

     

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    There is always hope! Escaping abuse and domestic violence.
    Hoping to break the cycle of domestic abuse one victim at a time, I tell my emotional story to call attention to the problem of domestic violence.
    I am a person just like you, as a matter of fact this could very well be your story or someone you know. I have experienced every emotion in my life from extreme happiness to deep sadness. I have made mistakes and I have had success. I believe that as long as we learn from our life experiences and keep growing from them, that we
    become the people we are meant to be.
    There is a myth out there surrounding “Domestic Violence” that only certain social classes suffer from this epidemic. Abuse knows no boundaries. It doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, old or young. It can enter your life at any time and stay as long as you let it. In One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second, I discuss that the key is to release the secrets, talk about the abuse, and take the power away from the abusers. In this memoir, I
    share my personal journey of surviving sexual and physical abuse. I describe how abusive patterns started at a young age, how negative self-esteem continued to grow, and how it ended in me falling in love with a psychopath.
    One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second narrates how Rebecca was victimized and lived in daily fear and despair and discusses how I chose not to remain a victim and took power back over my own life.
    I had tried leaving my husband before, but each time I would return back to him. I felt like he was becoming much more violent, much more unpredictable, and to continue on like that, I couldn’t do it anymore. I had to face the reality that if I stayed in the situation, I was going to die.
    One weekend, my son and I went away to my mother’s house. I had no intention of leaving my husband at that time, but after he kept calling and arguing with me, accusing me of leaving him, I soon realized that he might be right. I got the courage to say, “You’re right, I’ve left you.” I reached out to a distress line, which in turn put me in contact with a shelter within my area. The turning point was realizing I could not do this alone, and I turned it over to those social workers and the people who deal with domestic violence on a regular basis. We can’t do this alone. That’s a really important message in this book. Anybody who’s survived abusive situations has a lot of strength. That’s what gets us through. There’s a time though when you have to let somebody else have that
    strength and you have to trust in the professionals. Anybody who believes no matter how small your children are, and no matter how well you think you’re sheltering them, every child knows what’s going on. The shelters are
    instrumental in helping the children. There’s counseling available for the children because it’s not just about you, it has an impact on everybody.
    Receiving that help from the staff at the shelter ironically was another reason I decided to write my book. Although the counselors were amazing and the available resources were helpful, I still needed assistance surrounding the sexual abuse within my marriage. The counsellor said to me, “That’s one point where we don’t have a lot of resources.” They suggested a rape crisis center. I went to the rape crisis center and the counselor that I spoke to said, “I am so sorry, all I have is a two page article,” and she recommended one book which wasn’t even specific to what I had gone through. The counselor explained that it’s hard to find assistance for someone who is or has experienced rape or sexual abuse within their marriage because nobody wants to talk about it and there are little to no statistics on it. It was during this time, of my recovery that I decided to write my book. I wanted there to be another resource. Finally about two years ago, I said to myself, “You know what, this is it. This is the time
    you’re going to write this book, you’re going to help others, and become an advocate.”
    Writing this book was very therapeutic, I was able to relive some of those unfortunate moments by writing about them. I’ve done a lot of therapy around it, and of course when you’re going to therapy one of the biggest things they tell you is write about it, journal it…when I was writing the book, it brought those feelings back again. There are some graphic details in the book, and I wanted to make sure I did it that way. Put it out there because I’m not the only one who has gone through this or is going to go through this. Again, it was hard to do, but what kept me going was it was important to be 100 percent upfront. The only way that this book would hold the power I truly wanted it to hold was to make sure I held nothing back, and I’m proud of that.
     
    What I want people to take away from my story is that there is hope and resources available. Stop feeling ashamed. The abuser wants you to be ashamed and to isolate you. The other thing I want to make clear is if you know of someone going through this, be there for them, don’t be judgmental.
    I want society to not turn a blind eye; if you witness abuse, or know of someone suffering, please reach out to get the victim help.
     
    Let me and my book be added to your list of resources. As a Life Coach I can speak to your organization as a way to educate your staff, volunteers, victims, as well as fundraising events and corporate sponsors. The issue of domestic violence is ongoing. We all need to be advocates to stop the cycle.
    Please contact me @ rebeccamariehopes@gmail.com  
     
    Review: From the first page to
    the last, readers are pulled into her story, and watch the cycle unfold.
    Rebecca masterfully walks readers through her story—their story—and serves as
    an inspiration to women around the world.
    Available
    on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Chapter’s/Indigo and iUniverse
    ISBN:
    978-1-4917-3524-4

     

    Rebecca Marie enjoys being a mentor and her goal in sharing her story is to help others see there is hope.

    postheadericon Interview with Katie Pierson, author of ’89 Walls

    Katie PiersonKatie Pierson freelances for local non-profits, using her background in public policy and grassroots organizing to overthrow the patriarchy one introverted step at a time. When she’s not writing fiction, she returns library books, makes soup, and tries to be cooler than she really is by hip-hopping at the YMCA. She earned a Bachelor’s Degree in American History from the University of Pennsylvania (where she dabbled briefly in being a College Republican) and a Master’s in American History from the University of Minnesota. She grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska, and now lives with her family in a suburb of Minneapolis. ’89 Walls is her first novel.

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    '89 WallsCollege is not in the cards for Seth. He spends his minimum wage on groceries and fakes happiness to distract his mom from the MS they both know will kill her. It’s agony to carry around a frayed love note for a girl who’s both out of his league and beneath his dignity.

    Quinn’s finishing high school on top. But that cynical, liberal guy in her social studies class makes her doubt her old assumptions. Challenging the rules now, though, would a) squander her last summer at home, b) antagonize her conservative dad, and c) make her a hypocrite.

    Seth and Quinn’s passionate new romance takes them both by surprise. They keep it a secret: it’s too early to make plans and too late not to care. But it’s 1989. As politics suddenly get personal, they find themselves fighting bare-fisted for their beliefs—and each other—in the clear light of day.

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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview, Katie! Can you tell us where you are from?

    It’s a pleasure to be here. I live in a suburb of Minneapolis, Minnesota now but grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    It was hard! I had three different working titles but none of them quite fit. Then a freelance editor suggested ’89 Walls. I love it because it captures the book’s layered themes: the walls we build around ourselves for safety, the walls that trap us, and the Berlin Wall that crumbled in 1989 at the end of the Cold War.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    I worked with a freelancer from Random House, Jessie Sayward Bright, who really listened to my ideas about my target audience and similar titles. It’s a total coincidence that the cover features all of my favorite colors.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    My critics hate ’89 Walls in an interestingly passionate sort of way. They say I have an agenda. This cracks me up. Of course I have an agenda. As does everyone I’ve ever met. One of my characters says, “If you think you’re neutral, you’re kidding yourself.” ’89 Walls is about the choices we make in love, sex, family loyalties, politics and friendship. It’s a fast-paced summer read for older teens and anyone who remembers the 1980s.

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    I’d describe ’89 Walls as pro-political dialogue, pro-choice, and pro-young people.

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

    Early in their romance, Quinn and Seth sit on top of a sledding ramp at a park and have a funny, wide-ranging conversation about their families, fears and dark sides. The chapter practically wrote itself.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    Author Will Weaver says that Full Service was the book he had to write about the summer that changed everything. ’89 Walls is my Full Service—1989 was the summer that changed everything for me. That said, almost nothing in the novel actually happened. In 1989, I was a college junior home from the University of Pennsylvania and helping take care of my dying father. This book was a chance for me to imagine the adult conversations with him that would have helped me make sense of the huge shifts in the political landscape in the late Eighties.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

    As a liberal, feminist activist I feel I should admit that I campaigned for Dole in a former life and once wore a fuchsia debutante’s gown. I also love doing housework: it totally calms me.

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

    Costa Rica. I hear the jungle is breathtaking. Plus, I really need to practice my Spanish before I forget it altogether.

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

    I’m way more productive in the mornings. That said, I’m pre-verbal until about 30 minutes into my cup of coffee. No one in my household would call me a morning person.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    My 11-year-old just went to a Young Authors Conference in the Twin Cities. They had breakout sessions and everything. Both of my girls like to write but I don’t think they have any illusions about the “glamour” of the writing life.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    Absolutely. I loved to write and create art and stare into space. I wanted to own a pet shop.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    I’m richly blessed with family, friends, health and meaningful work. I can’t ask for more than that.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    I guess I do have one more wish and that is that readers visit my website at www.katiepierson.net for more information about ’89 Walls. You can also reach me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/89walls/, and on Twitter @katiedoodles58. You can the book directly from Itasca Books Distribution or use this cool book store finder to buy it from a local, independently owned store near you. It’s also available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

    Thank you so much for having me!

     

    postheadericon Interview with Dr. John Gamble, author of No Bull Information

    Dr. James GambleDr. John Gamble is Distinguished Professor of Political Science and International Law at Penn State’s Behrend College in Erie and Director of Honors Programs. He is the author of approximately 100 publications and recently won Penn State’s most prestigious award for teaching, the Milton S. Eisenhower Award for Distinguished Teaching.

    Dr. Gamble has stuttered all of his life. As a result, he believes words are precious and should not be taken for granted; this motivated him to write NO BULL INFORMATION. His dream for the book is that parents and grandparents will teach their children and grandchildren NBI techniques and demand clear, concise information from political leaders and service and product providers.

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    In his new book, NO BULL INFORMATION, Dr. John Gamble challenges readers to confrontthe Information Age by abandoning simplistic thinking and taking a measured approach that requires asking questions to analyze and understand complicated issues, to identify and avoid word traps, and to effectively dissect and comprehend numbers frequently used to confuse voters and consumers.

    No Bull InformationGamble uses humor and a wise cartoon character, Arnbi, to guide the reader through the maze of political doublespeak, expert-celebrity pitches of products, and healthcare options, among other issues.

    With a focus on helping Americans to become better prepared to deal with the massive amounts of information that they face on a daily basis, NO BULL INFORMATION (NBI) instructs readers in developing “a new type of literacy.” NBI seeks to create an educated citizenry that can sift through information, identify the facts, and determine the best way to manage those facts. Gamble asserts that the super citizens who accept the challenge of NBI will make better decisions, which will lead to a reduction in financial disasters and government inefficiency.

    Gamble’s cartoon sidekick, Arnbi, supports the NBI movement by offering targeted advice that summarizes many of the key principles outlined in NO BULL INFORMATION, including:

    • Too bad, but “simple” is a square peg that seldom fits into the round hole that is our modern world.
    • Facts are necessary but they must be put into context (PUTFiC).
    • Vested interests are everywhere—recognize them.

    Breaking down words and numbers is the foundation of NBI. In one section of the book, Gamble walks the reader through a basic lesson in understanding percentages and statistics. “You need to understand numbers enough not to be deceived.” In one intriguing illustration, Gamble compares the Pentagon’s budget of $700 billion to a two-liter bottle and a proposed $20 million in spending to one drop of water from an eyedropper placed in that bottle. “It is a helpful strategy for understanding large numbers that are thrown at us every day by politicians and salespeople.”

    Stressing the necessity of analytical thinking, Gamble explores the use of words in “bull-laden” information and the need to guard against what the author calls “landmine words and phrases”; for example, quite frankly, my good friend, clinical studies prove, award winning, and as seen on TV.

    Gamble uses guidance survey and focus cards to demonstrate how readers can practice NBI in their daily lives. The cards cover nine areas each (Survey cards: sampling, word warnings, vested interests, etc. Focus cards: infomercials, supermarkets, credit, etc.). The cards include questions that help the reader to analyze a particular situation (buying a new cell phone, for example) and offer guidance for making decisions.

    “I have been a college professor for more than thirty years. I am convinced that there are serious problems with the way information is presented and understood,” Gamble says. “This affects all Americans. I am writing for and to them.”

    The idea for NO BULL INFORMATION came to Gamble about ten years ago as he observed the difficulty his Penn State undergraduate students were having adjusting to the Information Age. “NBI was inspired by hundreds of students in scores of classes I have taught. It was an iterative process: a class inspired an idea for NBI that I took back to class to test before including it in the book.”

    Gamble believes that people who read NO BULL INFORMATION will “gain a sense of empowerment, like a life preserver when we feel we are drowning in a mass of information.”

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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview, (John)! Can you tell us where you are from?

    I am a professor— “Distinguished Professor of Political Science and International Law”— at a 4,500 student college of PennState in Erie.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    No-Bull Information was the best way to catch people’s attention and fit with the intent of the book.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    In order to get the message of NBI across to more people— even kids— I created a character, Arnbi. The name comes from the book’s title plus “Ar” from Aristotle, the famous Greek philosopher who, 2500 years ago, was examining information critically. I know you’ll agree Arnbi is cute as hell, but he also has an important job: highlighting significant points about information in a brief, memorable way. Arnbi is featured on the cover on the cover. He is holding a large funnel that traps at lot of the information that is flowing into it. My publisher— Morgan•James— did the cover design work.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    Everyone feels frustrated as hell with the mass of inaccurate, incomplete, even fraudulent information bombarding us. NBI provides concrete steps each person can take to fight back.

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    There are many— the most basic is that we can better understand the information mess in which we find ourselves and take steps to improve the situation.

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

    That’s tough, almost like picking your favorite child. I guess I’d select Chapter 7, “Thought-Revoking Words.” I point out many words and phrases that are so overused or mis-used we’re better off without them. Just one example—frankly. If someone says “frankly”, they are less likely to be “frank” than if say nothing. Crazy, isn’t it.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    NBI emerged gradually from teaching thousands of Penn State many less than 20 years old and taking their first college course. Students have changed in many ways. One troubles more than others. Today’s student wants things to be simple and brief. This stems from the information age where most communication is quick, brief and simple. Many of the concepts I must teach (if I am doing my job as a professor) cannot be make brief and simple. This book is my attempt to help people deal with this “everything can’t be made simple” aspect of the today’s world.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

    Anyone who reads NBI carefully will see that I am not a left wing kook.

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

    That’s tough. Since I teach college kids about international relations, I am interested in many countries and have visited perhaps 50. So it boils down to one that really interests me that I have not visited (except for the airport)—Japan.

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

    Generally a morning person.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    My mother, although her life path did not permit her to develop her talent

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    Yes, with a vivid imagination.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    I’ll rule out the facile answers like “ten more wishes.” I wish I could keep my curiosity and imagination and be better focused and disciplined.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    No-Bull Information is a way of coping more effectively with the flood of information that defines our new, chaotic, information-dense environment. NBI can help each individual to understand what is best for her/him. Ultimately, the success of this book depends upon NBI’s effectiveness as a tool for handling the most serious abuses of phrase and fact.

     

    postheadericon Book Spotlight: Deadly Strain by Julie Rowe

     

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    TitleDeadly Strain

    Book 1: Biological Response Team Series

    Author: Julie Rowe

    Publisher: Carina Press

    Publication Date: June 15, 2015

    Pages: 260

    ASIN: B00PQDB6LI

    Genre: Romantic Suspense

    Format: eBook, PDF
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    Book one of Biological Response Team Series
     
    Major Grace Samuels, a trauma surgeon deployed to Afghanistan, spends her life helping her fellow soldiers overcome disease and combat injuries. But her own wounds are harder to heal. Wracked with guilt over the death of a fellow soldier, she finds comfort in her only friend and appointed bodyguard, weapons sergeant Jacob “Sharp” Foster.
    Sharp feels more for Grace than a soldier should, more than he wants to admit. When the team discovers a new, quick-to-kill strain of anthrax, he tries to focus on the mission to find its source. He knows he can help Grace defeat her demons, but first they must defeat the deadly outbreak.
    Sharp is Grace’s most loyal ally, but in close quarters, he starts to feel like more. She can’t watch someone else she cares about die—but she might not have a choice. The closer they get to finding the source of the strain, the closer it gets to finding them.
    Book Excerpt:
     
    The battle line between good and evil runs
    through the heart of every man. —Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
    Chapter
    One
    “I’m so dead.” Dr. Grace Samuels stared at
    the chessboard. There was no hope. None. Not a single move left open to her.
    Except for one.
    She sighed, shook
    her head at the patience on her opponent’s face. “I concede.”
    “Want to know
    where you went wrong?” he asked as he cleared the board. He set the pieces up
    again. Those big hands of his could bandage a wounded soldier, field strip a 9
    mm and box her into checkmate with equal skill.
    “I sat down in
    this chair,” she answered with a straight face. The mess hall was busy with
    soldiers, American and Afghan alike, either beginning their day or ending their
    night.
    “No,” he said.
    “You played the board.”
    Grace thought
    about it for a second, but it still didn’t make any sense. Then again, it was
    0600 and she’d only been up for twenty minutes. “Huh?”
    Special Forces
    Weapons Sergeant Jacob “Sharp” Foster looked at her earnestly. “You played the
    board,” he repeated. “You should have been playing the man.”
    He winked and she
    had to fight not to roll her eyes. When she first met him she’d thought his
    flirting was for real, and had been worried she’d have to shut him down. She
    didn’t want to, because he was hilarious, but the impropriety couldn’t be
    ignored. Then, she discovered when he wasn’t on the job, he had a wicked sense
    of humor, and everyone was a target.
    “Then I suppose
    I’ll have to study you.” She leaned forward and made a show of giving him a
    thorough once-over.
    He grinned and
    spread his hands wide. “By all means, study me.”
    Sharp was a big
    man, about six-two, and she’d guess he weighed about two hundred pounds. He
    flexed his biceps and waggled his eyebrows in response to her joke. Though he
    had brown hair, with a mustache and beard to match, he had the lightest blue
    eyes she’d ever seen—like looking into glacial ice.
    Right now, those
    eyes were challenging her. She just wasn’t sure if it was regarding the game or
    something she didn’t want to talk about. At all.
    Unfortunately,
    Sharp wasn’t going to leave it alone. The chess game should have warned her.
    They usually played poker.
    She watched him
    reset the chessboard while, for the first time in a week, letting her mind go
    back to the moment she realized she was in trouble. On her way to her quarters
    late at night. They’d arrived at Forward Operating Base Bostick the week
    before, and she’d been introduced to the base commander, Colonel Marshall. He’d
    barely spoken to her. So why was he waiting for her outside her quarters with
    clenched fists and a face so blank she knew he was in the grip of a powerful
    emotion?
    The colonel wasn’t
    known for any kind of emotion.
    She stopped
    several feet away. “What are you doing here at this hour, sir?”
    One corner of his
    upper lip lifted in a sneer and he snarled, “I wanted a private conversation.”
    His words
    triggered every internal red flag she had. “I don’t understand.”
    Marshall’s
    response was two words. One name. “Joseph Cranston.”
    A name she wished
    she could forget. “You…knew him?”
    Scorn turned his
    words into weapons. “He was my son.”
    Oh God.
    Grace took an
    involuntary step backward. Now that she knew, she could see the son in his
    father’s face, the same eyes and jawline as the young man whose features she
    couldn’t forget. As if conjured, his shade floated in front of her mind’s eye,
    thrusting her into a memory she wanted desperately to erase. His face, covered
    with blood, whipped her heart into a gallop. Her breathing bellowed, lungs
    attempting to push air through her terror-closed throat. She fought the
    invisible hands pulling at her and her vision spiraled into a narrow tunnel.
    Sharp had surfaced
    out of the dark, his presence breaking the memory’s chokehold.
    He’d crouched in
    front of her, calling her name, ordering her to respond before he did something
    stupid like give her mouth-to-mouth. She coughed out a response, couldn’t
    remember what, and fought her way to her feet.
    Sharp didn’t try
    to hold her. He didn’t touch her at all, but he shielded her body from prying
    eyes with his own. He refused to leave her, facing down Colonel Marshall, who
    showed no sympathy and less tolerance for her fainting spell. Two of Sharp’s team members appeared and, after
    glaring at them all, Marshall left without saying anything else.
    She managed to get
    inside her quarters before anyone could demand an explanation, shut the door
    and locked it. She’d only felt relief when no one knocked to ask for an
    explanation. It wasn’t until the next day that she realized their lack of
    questions was as suspect as her behavior.
    She hadn’t
    expected to meet anyone connected to Joseph Cranston outside of the United
    States. Hadn’t expected something that happened that long ago to thrust her
    into a memory like it was happening all over again.
    Fool.
    In the days since,
    Sharp had been mother-henning her like she was some fragile little chick, and
    she’d had about as much of that as she could take. She was a Samuels. Her
    father, also a military doctor, had just retired from the army, and her
    grandfather had run a MASH unit during the Korean War. He’d met her grandmother
    during WWII; she’d been one of the first Air Force service pilots. If there was
    one thing she wouldn’t accept from anyone, it was pity.
    “I’ve been
    studying you for a while.” Sharp finished setting up the board and met her
    gaze. “You’re a damn good doctor, a hellacious good shot on the range and you
    put up with our male stupidity with more patience than we deserve.”
    “I hear the but coming.”
    “What happened
    between you and Marshall?”
    “None of your damn
    business.”
    When he continued
    to stare at her, she added, “Look, I’m not going to saddle anyone else with my
    personal grievances or the fact that I don’t get along with someone.”
    “Personal
    grievances?” Sharp asked. “Twice last week I thought you were going to damage a
    guy for jostling you in the chow line. What’s going on with you?”
    Shit, of course he
    would notice. She’d damn near freaked out each time, a scream hovering on her
    lips, her hands and feet moving to defend against an enemy who wasn’t there.
    The enemy wasn’t there. No gunfire. No
    weapons pointed at her, yet she still found herself reacting as if it were
    happening all over again.
    She hadn’t been
    reacting that way until Marshall had confronted her. Meeting the father of a
    soldier who’d died an unnecessary death in front of her must have detonated an
    emotional trip wire in her head. One she needed to deal with.
    Not an easy thing
    when on active duty and nowhere near a base with more than a glorified
    first-aid station.
    It seemed like
    anywhere she went on the base, Sharp or one of the guys from the A-Team was
    there. Not doing anything, just there. They weren’t fooling her.
    Damn alpha males
    and their overprotective tendencies.
    “Nothing I can’t
    handle. I take care of myself.” She narrowed her eyes. Her sidearm, a Beretta M9,
    might have to make an appearance. Then Sharp’s words sunk all the way in.
    “Wait. Are you telling me I should play chess with the same mind-set as poker?” She buried his ass every time they played poker. He was
    terrible at keeping his attention on his cards and lousy at pretending he
    wasn’t checking her out—not that he was serious about it. He knew the rules
    same as she, and she was glad, ridiculously
    glad, she had a friend she could count on, someone she could trust.
    “Sort of. Chess
    demands more of you than poker, but the principles are the same.”
    Them’s fightin’ words. “The hell you
    say.” She’d been playing poker with her dad since she was ten years old. He’d
    taught her how to bluff anyone.
    “Doc,” Sharp said,
    chuckling. “If I were lying, you’d be beating me, but you aren’t.”
    “Ha.” She leaned
    forward and tapped the board. “Make your move.”
    Sharp opened his
    mouth to respond, but he never got a chance to say anything before another
    Beret, the team’s other weapons sergeant, Harvey Runnel, strode over to them.
    It wasn’t the speed he was moving that drew her and Sharp’s attention, it was
    the look on the soldier’s face. Flattened lips, clenched jaw and a slightly
    flared nose. She couldn’t see his eyes due to the tinted safety glasses he
    wore, but she could guess that the skin around them would be tight—a man who
    was on full alert.
    Special Forces
    soldiers did not get amped up for no reason.
    “Playtime’s over,”
    Runnel said. “Doc, grab your go-bag.”
    A mental blanket
    sank over her, numbing her to the horror to come. It was the first
    self-preservation tactic doctors learned. Compartmentalize all that terrible
    stuff or go crazy in a week. Sometimes she wondered when all those boxes in her
    mind would break open and rip her apart from the inside out.
    There was an
    entire crate named Joseph Cranston.
    “Warm or cold?”
    She asked even though she already knew the answer. Runnel never looked this
    rattled. Please say warm.
    Her warm go-bag
    was a trauma kit, a backpack with everything she’d need if she was dealing with
    bullet holes, shrapnel lacerations or broken bones. The typical things most
    people expected her to treat since she was a trauma surgeon. But that wasn’t
    all she was.
    She was also an
    infectious disease specialist.
    Her cold go-bag
    contained the very latest in biological detection technology. One- or two-step
    tests that identified anything from anthrax to Ebola to a weaponized flu. She
    was a member of a select group of virologists, microbiologists and infectious
    disease specialists the US Army relied on to train not only their own troops,
    but the soldiers of other nations, in the detection of and protection against
    biological weapons. They were known officially as the Biological Rapid Response
    team, but most soldiers called them Icemen or Icequeens.
    Lately the army
    had been assigning BRR team members to work with Army Special Forces
    teams—Green Berets. She’d been working with Sharp’s team for almost a year. Her
    job was to assist in training Afghan forces in everything from combat and
    demolitions to the most survivable responses to biological, chemical or nuclear
    weapons.
    “Cold,” Runnel
    said. “No drill.”
    Shit.
    Adrenaline spiked
    through her system as Grace got up and followed Runnel. He led the way back to
    whoever was calling the shots, Sharp right behind her as they ran at a trot.
    She might be the base’s resident expert on biological weapons, but it was
    knowledge she wished fervently she didn’t have to use.
    They entered the
    staging area where she’d been doing some of the training. Several members of
    Sharp’s team were using it to gear up. Runnel glanced at her and angled his
    head toward the base commander, a tall man in his forties who wore a permanent
    frown. He was looking at a map with several ranking officers, including the
    A-Team’s commander, Geoffry Cutter.
    Cutter glanced at
    her. “The major is here, sir.”
    Base Commander
    Colonel Marshall gave her a glare before returning his attention to the map in
    front of him.
    He’d called her a fucking quack yesterday as he walked
    past her. If he kept demeaning her in front of the Afghan forces and their own
    soldiers, she’d lose the credibility she needed to successfully train them.
    “Major,” Marshall
    said without looking at her. “One of our patrols reported in about ten minutes
    ago with what appears to be a
    biological incident.”
    She waited, but he
    didn’t add any more details. “What led them to believe that, sir?”
    He met her gaze
    with an even colder expression. “An entire village dead. Some of the bodies
    show lesions and bleeding from the nose, mouth and eyes.”
    Holy Mother of God.
    Bad. This was very bad.
    “I concur with
    their assessment of the situation, sir. Your orders?”
    “Get the fuck out
    there,” he snarled at her. “Figure out what happened and fix it.”
    That part she knew
    already. Asshat. She’d hoped he’d
    give her some detailed orders, with a timeline and what kind of manpower she
    could expect. Not more sarcasm and snark.
    She came to attention and saluted. “Yes, sir.”
    He took two steps,
    then stopped and turned around. He addressed Cutter and only Cutter, who had
    somehow inched his way over until he was right next to her, with Sharp on the
    other side. What a couple of papa bears. “Send half of your A-Team with the
    Icequeen. The other half will stay here in case I need a second team to go in.”
    Grace bit her
    tongue hard to keep from telling what she thought of him and his orders, and
    mentally promoted him to asshole.
    “Yes, sir.” Cutter
    saluted. “The location of the village is here.” He glanced at Grace and pointed
    to a spot on the map. From a distance Cutter looked like the least threatening
    person in the room. He was the shortest, skinniest guy on the A-Team, but he
    more than made up for that in stubbornness and stamina.
    Grace moved closer
    so she could get a better look. “How far is it from the Pakistan border?”
    “About two
    klicks.”
    “Not very damn
    far.” She ran her index finger over the spot on the map. “Mountain valley?”
    “Yeah. It’s a
    small village. Less than one hundred people.”
    “The patrol found
    no one alive?”
    “No one.”
    Grace breathed in
    through her nose and out through her mouth. “Did they get their breathing gear
    on right away?”
    “According to
    their report they did, but they’re nervous. Whatever killed those people,
    killed them fast.”
    “Okay. I don’t
    have to tell you guys how to prep. You’re as well trained as I am. Consider
    this a live weapon.”
    “Will do,” Cutter
    responded. He looked at Sharp standing next to her. “I’m assigning Sharp to
    ride herd on you, Doc. Where you go, he goes.”
    “I’m not arguing,
    Commander. I’ve worked with Sharp plenty of times.”
    “Good. We leave in
    fifteen.” Cutter nodded at her, gave Sharp a nod, then moved off to brief the
    rest of his team.
    “I have to get my
    go-bag and the rest of my gear,” she said to Sharp, her mind on the eight
    million things she needed to do before those fifteen minutes were up.
    “I’ll give you a
    hand.”
    “Thanks, but I
    don’t need any help.” She was going to have to deal with his protective crap
    sooner rather than later, but carefully. “I do need every friend I can get,
    though. Are you in for that?”
    At his grin, she
    relaxed a little and refocused on the job at hand.
    * * *
    Sharp watched Grace rush away for about two
    seconds too long.
    “Do I need to
    replace you with Runnel?” Cutter asked.
    He jerked his head
    around to stare at his commander. He’d thought Cutter had been briefing the
    rest of the team. “No.”
    Cutter stood with
    his arms crossed over his chest and his feet apart. “Then pull your tongue back
    into your head. You’re damn near panting after her.”
    “Not fucking
    likely. She’s just the only person on this base who can beat me in poker. If
    something happens to her, I’ll have nothing to do for the next month,” he said.
    “Besides, something’s not right. She’s been off her game since Marshall decided
    to be an ass. She’s our number-one asset. I’m worried.” The way he’d found her
    the other day, damn near passed out, shaking and hyperventilating like she was
    about to fly apart… It had hit him—a sucker punch to the gut. She was reliving
    something awful.
    Post-traumatic stress disorder.
    How many guys did
    he know who lived with PTSD? Ten, twenty, fifty?
    What was Marshall’s
    connection? Something he’d done or said had set off a bomb in Grace’s head.
    Even weirder,
    Marshall hadn’t liked it when Sharp wouldn’t leave Grace alone with him.
    What the hell had
    Grace been involved with that earned her the dislike of a career military man
    who normally didn’t give a rat’s ass about what a doctor like her might be
    doing or not doing?
    “Still, watch
    yourself. Word around the base is, he’s got a hate on for the doc and you got
    in the way.”
    “What do you know,
    Cutter?”
    “Nothing specific.
    Marshall hasn’t talked, but his attitude toward the doc is clear. He hates her
    guts.”
    Cutter was right,
    Marshall’s face had been twisted by disgust and hostility as he stared at her
    the night he got between her and the colonel. What had happened to cause it?
    Whatever it was, Sharp wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her. She worked just as
    hard and long at training their allied troops as the A-Team did. And she was good.
    “Sharp.” Cutter’s
    voice had a wary edge and he took a step closer. “Be careful, man. I like the
    doc, too. Hell, the whole team likes her, but you and I both know falling for
    someone while on deployment is a mistake.”
    “Preaching to the
    choir here, boss. I might enjoy the view on occasion, but there’s a line I have
    no interest in crossing.”
    They’d both
    watched as a former team member fell hard for a woman he’d met while overseas.
    The relationship disintegrated within weeks after he’d been reassigned. It had
    damn near broke him, and he’d left the military altogether.
    “I respect her,”
    Sharp told his commander. “She’s smart and she’s worked her ass off this last
    year. I also think Marshall has some kind of vendetta against her. The look on
    his face the other night…” Sharp shook his head. “He’d have killed her if he
    could have. She belongs to us.”
    Cutter was silent
    for a couple of moments, his gaze steady on Sharp’s face. Finally, he angled
    his head toward the knot of soldiers and gear. “Come on, no one is going to
    bother her now. Marshall needs her. Get your shit together.”
    Cutter had one
    thing right. He needed to keep his focus on the mission. Sharp followed the
    other man, but there wasn’t much for any of them to do, since they were always
    ready to move out on a moment’s notice. Every man on the team had developed the
    habit during training and had only refined it since. One of their instructors
    used to say that an unprepared soldier was a dead soldier.
    Sharp joined the
    rest of his team, double-checked his weapons, pulled on his battered gear and
    bio-suit and got out of the way. Focus.
    Cutter was talking
    with Bart, one of their communications guys, when Colonel Marshall walked in a
    few minutes later with another half-dozen soldiers behind him and headed
    straight for the Special Forces group.
    “Cutter, storm
    coming at twelve o’clock,” Sharp informed him quietly.
    By the time
    Marshall came to a stop, the entire A-Team was standing at attention.
    “Sir,” Cutter said
    with a salute. “The go-team is ready, sir.”
    “Where’s that damn
    doctor?”
    “She’ll be here in
    six minutes, sir.”
    Marshall grunted.
    “You’re taking these men with you on this mission. Two additional medics, Yanik
    and Anderson, and four of my infantry for security. Your mission objective is
    to assist Major Samuels.”
    For the first time
    since their arrival two weeks ago, Marshall was actually helping a situation
    rather than shitting all over it.
    “And make sure
    that bitch doesn’t screw up,” Marshall added. “I want the men on that patrol
    back in one piece. Understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    The team saluted
    and Marshall stalked off like he was Patton or something.
    “So much for that
    guy not being a tremendous bag of dicks,” the team’s second in command, John
    Leonard, said in an undertone.

     

     

     

     

     

    About The Author

     

     

    Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the North West Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “No one would believe them!”.In addition to writing contemporary and historical medical romance, and fun romantic suspense for Entangled Publishing and Carina Press, Julie has short stories in Fool’s Gold, the Mammoth Book of ER Romance, Timeless Keepsakes and Timeless Escapes anthologies. Her book SAVING THE RIFLEMAN (book #1 WAR GIRLS) won the novella category of the 2013 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. AIDING THE ENEMY (book #3 WAR GIRLS) won the novella category of the 2014 Colorado Romance Writer’s Award of Excellence. Her writing has also appeared in several magazines such as Romantic Times Magazine, Today’s Parent, and Canadian Living.You can reach Julie at www.julieroweauthor.com , on Twitter @julieroweauthor or at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/JulieRoweAuthor 

    Connect with Julie:

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    Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/list/5272597.Julie_Rowe

     

     

     

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    postheadericon In the Spotlight: Let’s Talk About Tickling by Veronica Frances

    Let's Talk About TicklingTitle: Let’s Talk About Tickling
    Author: Veronica Frances
    Publisher: Blue Note Books
    Pages: 240
    Genre: Non-fiction/Erotic Literature/Self Improvement
    Format: Kindle

    Let’s Talk About Tickling is an honest, straightforward discussion about tickling. Discover the many different aspects of tickling—the fantasies, the realities, the many paradoxes of the tickling fetish and how to come to terms with ones own sensuality.

    A refreshing and very welcome find, Let’s Talk About Tickling is for anyone who wishes to expand their awareness of tickling and other related fetishes. This book will be of great interest to anyone who wants to get in touch with their sensual self, whether they have a tickling fetish or not.

    Author Veronica Frances offers her readers the chance to improve their relationships in and out of the bedroom by shining a light on the powerful significance of tickling. She reminds us that tickling is not merely the whisper of a feather on the flesh. It is an echo that calls us from deep within, beckoning us to listen and respond.

    For More Information

    Book Excerpt:

    Now let’s face it, tickling can be the conduit for many things.

    It can make us surrender, whether we want to or not. It can be held against us if we are being interrogated by people who choose to use it to get us to talk. It can be used to reprimand us and put us back in line. It can be an unpleasant form of torture, even to the point of bringing us some slight pain. It can make us scream for mercy, buck up and down, laugh until we pee in our pants. It can humiliate us, yet make us continue laughing while in the midst of our own humiliation. It can demoralize us by forcing us to laugh and twitch against our will.

    It can also make us wet in our most hidden erogenous zones. It can arouse us nearly to death. It can lead to many things and is the gateway to one of the most intimate journeys known to man.

    Tickling is the magic bridge that hovers above our rivers of sexuality. Tickling is most definitely the gateway to sex.

    Sometimes you won’t even know that tickling is leading you down its slippery erotic slope until you are in somebody’s arms and feeling that ticklish little poke at your libido.

    postheadericon Interview with Alan Joshua, author of The Shiva Syndrome

    Title: The Shiva Syndrome

    Author: Alan Joshua

    Publisher: Champagne Books

    Genre: Science Fiction

    Format: Kindle

    A secret Russian mind research laboratory in Podol’sk erupts, annihilating thousands and leaving a monstrous, one-mile deep crater in its wake.

    Beau Walker, parapsychologist and reluctant empath, is coerced into joining a research team, code-named SHIVA, to investigate the enigmatic event.

    Walker must fight his way past political and military deceptions and a host of deadly adversaries to unlock the riddle of the SHIVA syndrome.

    Will he have the physical, emotional, and spiritual strength to defy the dangers he faces…or will they destroy him before he can come to a new, challenging understanding of the nature of reality?

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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Can you tell us where you are from?

    I was born and raised in Philadelphia.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    It’s one of a few titles I used. When the book was near ready, it seemed to fit the best.

    The book can be seen as a mythological saga and has many facts scattered among the fiction.

    SHIVA is a Hindu god considered to be a creator and destroyer. In the story, science opens the

    door for humans to reach God-like powers of creation and destruction. SHIVA’s dual nature

    fit this well. It is also an acronym for a scientific process that I won’t go into now. In the book,

    the syndrome is a group of mental and physical acts that are interconnected and result in,

    shall we say, “special” abilities.

    The title was personally meaningful because, in researching paranormal healers, I seem to

    have run across a recurring pattern of factors and actions that they used to achieve results in

    laboratories and clinics.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    It was done by Trisha FitzGerald. When presented with it I was pleased with how she integrated the symbol of SHIVA sitting in a DNA helix and surrounded by molecular structures.

    I did a little Photoshopping, however, adding contrast to make it more brooding, more ominous.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    That’s a great question. SHIVA’s been called, “A surprising, suspenseful, and utterly superb read.” A better answer would be what a reviewer said:  “Any attempt to describe the book in a single statement is difficult, but the book mixes uncommon palettes and manages a masterpiece with it. If The Andromeda Strain was analyzed in four dimensions, The SHIVA Syndrome might be the result. Such a base comparison is an overall disservice to the unique nature of this book, however. It is a surprising, suspenseful, and utterly superb read from start to end, facing modern mindsets with past, present, and future thinking all at once.”

    It is warming when someone really “gets it.” To compare it with The Andromeda Strain is very high praise for a first-time fiction writer.

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    Many. They have to deal with what we are as humans, the potentials some call “paranormal,” but I believe are normal extensions of human consciousness. The nature of what we consider to be reality. The reality of mind research and the horrific directions in which it can lead us as well as the flip side, the benefits that can be reaped. We see both sides of that coin in the story.

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

                    That’s a difficult question, and I have to be careful of spoilers. Let’s say two. One in which

                    Beau Walker, the protagonist has an altered state experience. The second is towards the end.

                    It came as much a surprise to me as it will be to the readers. The characters simply took over

                    the events and I was a kind of “medium,” writing the visions and sounds of what my mental

                    images dictated.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

                    Deep inside, probably due to my research, there was something I wanted—no needed—to

                    share. I didn’t want it set in a dry, academic way, but brought to life. I wanted others

                    to share the experience with me. One Amazon reader really joined me in SHIVA. The caption

                    of his review was “None of This Is Real! Really! I Hope!” That was a joy.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

                    I became intimate with the characters in the story. There is one in particular—White Wolf—

    that I envied for reasons I can’t spell out here. Let’s say he has traits and abilities I admire. Not

    a man of the world, he is a man of many worlds. Readers will understand when they read the

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

                    This is another tough question. I’ve felt the serenity of Notre Dame and the “spiritual

    vibrations” of Mont St. Michel. I’ve swum in the Caribbean surrounded by a vast school

    of small, neon fish and felt the joy of marriage and my sons’ birth. There is something about

    England, Greece, Machu Picchu, and Jerusalem, however, that call to me. Sorry, I just can’t

    narrow it to one.

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

                    Very much a night owl. I simply can’t understand early risers, although they do have some

    excellent perspectives. Night seems to bring limitless possibilities and opens the doors to

    quiet and imagination transcending the limits imposed by our senses.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

                    Yes. My younger son showed writing talent and a sensitivity towards words. He’s now a

                    musician in Utah, still using his writing, both in words and music.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

                    Absolutely. I lived in comics, books, and cinema. The greatest attractions were science fiction

                    and horror. That was when I discovered Jules Verne and other great sci-fi writers. It was also

                    when I fell in love with film, and the two-hour suspension of reality to be immersed in other

                    worlds, other realities.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

                    Only one? And I can’t wish for more, right?

                    That would have to be a wish for a less troubled world in which there was a global

                    community undivided by hate and fear.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

                    Thank you so much for the invitation.

    I hope readers will join me in the SHIVA reality and enjoy experiencing Beau Walker’s saga.

    The Shiva syndrome, his debut fiction novel, is a science fiction/paranormal mystery and thriller.

    Always curious about the unknowns of human experience, he is fascinated with creativity and paranormal abilities. This led to his involvement with Psychology and research into Parapsychology.

    He has explored paranormal abilities using hypnosis and in-depth interviewing of a wide range of practitioners. Among his prized possessions are a shriveled, mummified banana (a product of one healer’s biopsychokinesis) and a small, curled Austrian teaspoon produced by a German healer while six people sat around him. (see http://alanjoshua.com/biopsychokinesis )
    The Shiva Syndrome incorporates his knowledge of Parapsychology and experiences with healers, intuitives, “psychic” sensitives, etc.

    Unsurprisingly, he is a science fiction fan and has been influenced by such writers as Asimov, Bradbury, Crichton, Heinlein, Serling, and the extraordinary genius of Phillip Dick.

    As an avid Star Trek fan, he is fond of contradicting Gene Roddenberry, believing that human consciousness and its potentials are “the final frontier.”

    If you have questions for me, I would be glad to answer them–time permitting. I’d like to hear from you if you’ve had any paranormal experiences.



    For More Information

    Visit Alan at his website

     


    As a native Philadelphian, Alan Joshua (pen name) has the appropriate fondness for soft pretzels and cheesesteaks. He is married, has two grown children, and lives in the suburbs. He is currently a practicing Clinical Psychologist with a background in Forensic Psychology.

    His diverse background includes working in a State penitentiary and mental institution, a sleep laboratory, and a pain management center.

    Joshua has published many nonfiction journal articles.

    postheadericon Book Cover Reveal: Aeromancist by Charmaine Pauls

    About The Book
     

    Title:  Aeromancist

    Book 3: Seven Forbidden Arts Series

    Author: Charmaine Pauls
    Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
    Publisher:  Mélange Books
    Publication Date: July 6, 2015

    Preorder Book Buy Links: 

    Amazon:   http://www.amazon.com/Aeromancist-Seven-Forbidden-Arts-Book-ebook/dp/B010766W5S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1435450290&sr=1-1&keywords=aeromancist





    Book Description:

    Passion always comes with a price.

    All he could offer was thirty days of passion.

    He condemned her to a terrible fate instead.

    Now he’ll do everything in his power to save her.

    He is known as the Weatherman. Lann Dréan is the last of his kind. A price on his head, chased for a power he should not possess, he can’t promise any woman forever. All he can offer Katherine White is thirty days of passion. But his uncontainable desire comes with an unforeseen price. Lann’s lust will cost Kat everything. Now he’ll do anything to save her from the fate he has brought upon her.

    * This book contains adult content with explicit language and frequent, consummated love scenes, including light bondage, sex toys and breath play. Reader discretion is advised.

     

     

     

    About The Author
     
     

    Charmaine Pauls was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. She obtained a degree in Communication at the University of Potchestroom, and followed a diverse career path in journalism, public relations, advertising, communications, photography, graphic design, and brand marketing. Her writing has always been an integral part of her professions.

    After relocating to France with her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time. Charmaine has published six novels since 2011, as well as several short stories and articles.

    When she is not writing, she likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in Chile with her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans, English, French and Spanish.

    Read more about Charmaine’s romance novels and psychological short stories here on www.charmainepauls.com.
    Contact Charmaine at:

    Website: www.charmainepauls.com 

    Blog: www.charmainepauls.com/blog/

    Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Charmaine-Pauls/175738829145132

    Twitter: https://twitter.com/CharmainePauls

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    postheadericon A Bookish Conversation with Michelle Beber, author of Angels, Angels, Everywhere

    Michelle BeberMichelle Beber has certifications as an Angel Intuitive and Angel Oracle Card Reader from renowned “angel lady,” Doreen Virtue, as well as certifications as a Spiritual Teacher and Archangel Life Coach from Doreen’s son, Charles Virtue.

    In 2008, Michelle’s life changed when she attended a spiritual retreat and learned about angels and how they communicate through repetitive number sequences known as “angel numbers.” Little did she know that this insight would lead her on an amazing spiritual journey that would directly connect her with angels and result in the discovery of her life purpose.

    Always grateful for the spiritual guidance she has received, Michelle looks forward to sharing the knowledge she has gained to inspire others, especially children. Michelle is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).

    Her latest book is the juvenile fiction/children’s picture book, Angels, Angels, Everywhere.

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    Angels Angels Everywhere 2Angels, Angels, Everywhere is anon-denominational, multiracial book written in delightful rhythm and rhyme and accompanied by charming illustrations. The themes of constant support and unconditional love are designed to help children deal with everyday experiences in life.

    By developing children’s faith in knowing that they are not alone and building their trust that they are consistently watched over, cared for, and loved, children will become empowered to deal with life’s challenges. The book also lets children know that angels are there in good times as well, sharing in their joy.

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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview, Michelle! Can you tell us where you are from?

    I was born in Los Angeles, the “City of Angels,” and I still live in southern California.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    The first three words of text were perfect for the overall theme.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    I had a vision in my head of four female angels of different races flying around the Earth, so I sketched a very crude rendering of my vision and provided it to the illustrator who recreated it into the beautiful picture that you see. Susan Shorter’s illustrations are amazing, and I couldn’t have been blessed with a more perfect artist for my book.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    What makes my book unique is that the words were literally Divinely inspired. I’m an “angel intuitive” which means I’m able to “connect” with the angelic realm. I’m also what’s known as a “lightworker” who’s working with Archangel Michael to bring God’s healing love and light to the world, especially to children. The poetry in my book was given to me by Archangel Michael, and I’m humbled to be able to bring these words of comfort and joy to children.

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    The message within Angels, Angels, Everywhere is to let children know that they are never alone and that they have an angelic support system available 24/7 who love them unconditionally.

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

    Since my book is a picture book, I’ll tell you about my favorite picture. While I love the cover and the back of the book, my favorite picture is the one where the angel is embracing the mother and daughter in her wings. Susan Shorter’s illustration totally captures the gentleness and sweetness of love.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    The words touched my heart, and I just knew I was meant to share them with children.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

    I’m addicted to reality TV shows!

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

    I’d like to go to back to Maui, Hawaii. I went there for the first time last September to receive my angel intuitive certification so it was all work, and no play. Maui is a magical place, and I’ve never felt so at peace as I did when I was there.

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

    While I enjoy mornings, I’m definitely a night person. I love the peacefulness that exists during the wee hours.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    My dad enjoyed writing, and I had a great aunt who wrote poetry.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    I don’t think I was a dreamer as a child, but I’m definitely one now, and I feel that a dream can come true if you believe in yourself and take action to make it happen.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    If I’m being selfless, I’d like peace on Earth. If I’m being selfish, I’d like to retire and write for a living.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    If writing’s your passion, go for it! Have faith in your abilities, and don’t forget to ask the angels for help!

    postheadericon Breaking the Silence: A Novel of Spain’s Civil War by Maria J. Nieto Book Blast!

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    Author: Maria Nieto

    Publisher: iUniverse

    Pages: 202

    Genre: Historical Thriller

    Format: Kindle/Paperback

    On a sweltering summer day, the streets of Old Madrid that once resonated with the laughter of children playing are empty and silent. But inside the apartment buildings there is life as families faithfully wait for updates about an army uprising in Spanish Morocco. Before long, their greatest fears come true. As rebel troops storm Madrid and chaos fills the streets, six-year-old Mari wonders why she cannot go outside to play. Unfortunately, she has no idea she is about to be trapped inside the abyss of what is rapidly becoming a ruthless civil war.

    Already emotionally wounded by the absence of her mother, Mari attempts to go about her fear-filled days living with her father’s family, which includes a grandfather who lovingly teaches her about the history leading up to the conflict. As she embarks on a coming-of-age journey submerged in the darkness of war, Mari somehow stays alive despite the decisions of an intimidating, ruthless dictator, starvation, and brainwashing by the new Fascist regime. But when circumstances lead her to inadvertently commit the ultimate betrayal, Mari must face the horrifying consequences of her actions. Breaking the Silence shares the compelling tale of a little girl’s experiences as she attempts to survive amid the horror and death surrounding the Spanish Civil War.

    The author spent her childhood in Spain during the Spanish Civil War and the post war years that followed the war under a brutal dictatorship. As an adult, and after four years in the US Navy, Maria graduated from Temple University in Philadelphia with degrees in nursing and nursing education followed by graduate and post graduate degrees in mental health education and counseling psychology. After teaching psychiatric nursing in Philadelphia, the author moved to New Mexico where she worked in mental health services for the Indian Health Service, and later worked for the University of New Mexico in the department of Emergency Psychiatry. Now retired, Maria still lives in New Mexico with her horse. 

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    postheadericon Interview with Jason LaPier, author of ‘Unexpected Rain’

    Jason LaPierBorn and raised in upstate New York, Jason LaPier lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife and their dachshund. In past lives he has been a guitar player for a metal band, a drum-n-bass DJ, a record store owner, a game developer, and an IT consultant. These days he divides his time between writing fiction and developing software, and doing Oregonian things like gardening, hiking, and drinking microbrew. He is always in search of the perfect Italian sandwich.

    His latest book is the space age noir murder mystery, Unexpected Rain.

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    Unexpected Rain 2In a domed city on a planet orbiting Barnard’s Star, a recently hired maintenance man named Kane has just committed murder.

    Minutes later, the airlocks on the neighbourhood block are opened and the murderer is asphyxiated along with thirty-one innocent residents.

    Jax, the lowly dome operator on duty at the time, is accused of mass homicide and faced with a mound of impossible evidence against him.

    His only ally is Runstom, the rogue police officer charged with transporting him to a secure off-world facility. The pair must risk everything to prove Jax didn’t commit the atrocity and uncover the truth before they both wind up dead.

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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview, Jason! Can you tell us where you are from?

    I grew up in Upstate, NY. In 2001 I moved to Brooklyn, but in the wake of 9/11, work was hard to come by and I moved to Oregon in 2002. I expected to spend a few years here before heading back to NY, but instead I fell in love with the Pacific Northwest. So now I live in Portland, OR with my wife.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    The title – Unexpected Rain – refers to an example of operational programming that Jax (one of the main characters) uses when he’s trying to explain the systems inside a dome. In order to maintain the environment, the operators have to periodically create rain inside each dome, and since domers are sheltered folk and don’t like getting wet, they get a warning when it happens. Jax comes to realize how much his example represents dome life in general, and how much he’d put up with getting all wet in exchange for the thrill of spontaneity and unpredictability. I talked about how I apply this same idea to the rocky ride to publication in this blog post: http://jasonwlapier.com/2014/12/2014-wrap-up-riding-the-unexpected/

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    The art department at HarperCollins gave me a series of cover concepts. I picked my favorite and then we worked it a little to get it just right. I feel like it creates a blend of classic sci-fi and noir mystery. A friend of mine said the cover looked like “a cross between Firefly and Blade Runner“, and I think that’s a perfect description!

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    It’s set in the distant future, and yet the human race hasn’t been dominated by AI! This is not a dig against AI-related fiction, because I actually love that stuff. But I have to tell you, sometimes it’s a nice break to get into some some sci-fi where the AI is so far in the background, no one really talks about it.

    Also, spaceships. And space cops. And a space gang.

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    A lot of sci-fi these days is trying to send a warning or a message that’s right there on the surface – dystopias, for example. I consume a lot of that stuff, but that’s not really what Unexpected Rain is like. It’s there as a backdrop almost – it’s not a full-fledged dystopia, but far from the utopia of the old Star Trek designs. There are backhanded digs against capitalism running unchecked, but I admit my approach is less a lesson and more just a cynical “it is what it is”. And there are other challenging themes in there; racism rears its ugly head from time to time, which is my way of saying, even as humans evolve technologically, there will still be assholes among us.

    Above everything though, the core arc of Unexpected Rain is internal to the main characters. They all struggle with being a little different, and with the direction their lives are heading; however their obstacles are different, and thus each has vastly different lessons to learn.

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

    Hmm, this is a difficult question. The bits of action are probably the most fun. I also love to write dialog – in fact, sometimes I write dialog before I write the rest of a scene, because that’s what flows in my head.

    Without giving away too much, there’s a chapter where the two main characters – Runstom, who is an officer of what passes for the law, and Jax, who was an operator before he was accused of murder and went on the run – have to defend themselves in a space-dogfight. They’re flying an unfamiliar ship and while Runstom is piloting, Jax is forced into a role that I can only describe as ad lib tech support. This is a scene where this odd couple is really working together under duress, and it’s one of my favorites to look back on.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    I don’t know if I can say why this book, but I definitely felt like I had to write a book. I’ve always sought a creative outlet. For a long time this was making music (first metal, then electronic), then it became game design. Because I was writing quests and whatnot for an RPG, I started getting into writing. And I love reading novels, so why not! Before I wrote Unexpected Rain, I had started two novels but failed to finish them. I can’t really claim too much control over it, it seemed to be the book that wanted to come out of me.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

    I tried to read Harry Potter but only got halfway through the first book before I got bored and gave up. I feel ashamed for being the only person I know who doesn’t like it.

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

    Actually very recently I took a dream trip to New Zealand. My wife and I had been wanting to get out of the country, and she knows that I’m anxious about going somewhere where I don’t speak the language. I know, that’s a terrible reason not to go somewhere, and I am going to have to overcome that irrational fear. But as a introduction to international travel, we started with New Zealand. Obviously, it’s a beautiful country, rich in culture and mind-blowing landscapes. And of course, we visited Hobbiton while we were there!

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

    Both, really. I like to get up early to get a head start on the day, so I can get some things done before I go in for my day job. At night, my creative juices are most active, so I tend to stay up late if I get on a roll.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    My mother was published a long time ago – a book that was a teacher’s guide to using a word processor, back when word processors were a lot harder to use. Nothing in the realm of fiction. However, my mother made sure I knew how to read before I even started school. All throughout childhood, I was very – very – familiar with the library.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    Was as a child and still am now! Whereas when I was a kid, I dreamt of becoming an astronaut, nowadays I dream about writing books featuring astronauts.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    I refuse to wish for more wishes, because once you start down that road, you might as well wish for wish-rehab because you’re going to become a wish-addict. Ah, who am I kidding – I’d probably blow my wish on some in-the-moment desire, like a beer or a sandwich.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    Thanks so much for having me!

    postheadericon Interview with ‘Genius De Milo’ Russ Colchamiro

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    Russ Colchamiro is the author of the rollicking space adventure Crossline, the hilarious scifi backpacking comedy Finders Keepers, and the outrageous sequel, Genius de Milo, all with Crazy 8 Press.

    Russ ColchamiroRuss lives in West Orange, NJ, with his wife, two children, and crazy dog, Simon, who may in fact be an alien himself. Russ is now at work on the final book in the Finders Keepers trilogy.

    As a matter of full disclosure, readers should not be surprised if Russ spontaneously teleports in a blast of white light followed by screaming fluorescent color and the feeling of being sucked through a tornado. It’s just how he gets around — windier than the bus, for sure, but much quicker.

    His latest book is the science fiction novel, Genius De Milo.

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    Genius De Milo 2Title: Genius De Milo
    Author: Russ Colchamiro
    Publisher: Crazy 8 Press
    Pages: 320
    Genre: SciFi/Comedy
    Format: Paperback/Kindle

    Best pals Jason Medley and Theo Barnes barely survived a backpacking trip through Europe and New Zealand that — thanks to a jar of Cosmic Building Material they found — almost wiped out the galaxy. But just as they envision a future without any more cosmic lunacy:

    The Earth has started fluxing in and out of existence, Theo’s twin girls are teleporting, and Jason can’t tell which version of his life is real.

    All because of Milo, the Universe’s ultimate gremlin.

    Joined by the mysterious Jamie — a down-and-out hotel clerk from Eternity — Jason and Theo reunite on a frantic, cross-country chase across America, praying they can retrieve that jar, circumvent Milo, and save the Earth from irrevocable disaster.

    In author Russ Colchamiro’s uproarious sequel to Finders Keepers, he finally confirms what we’ve long suspected — that there’s no galactic Milo quite like a Genius de Milo.

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     Q: Thank you so much for this interview, Russ Colchamiro! Can you tell us where you are from?

    A: I grew up on Long Island, although most of my family is from Brooklyn and Queens. I moved to New York City about 20 years ago, and then relocated to West Orange, NJ, where I live now. In between I spent a little time in the UK and Arizona.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    A: Genius de Milo is organic to the plot. Without giving too much away, it has a double meaning, linking the goofy things going on Earth-wise with the cosmic shenanigans of the larger storyline.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    A: My pal and fellow author Roy Mauritsen is the creative genius and art designer who brought the cover to life. This is his baby. From the very beginning I knew I wanted a yellow cover with red type. But my original concept –- there were turtles on the cover- – just didn’t work. So we switched gears and I told Roy that I wanted lots of bubbles with DNA helixes inside, which, like the turtles, is significant to the plot.

    And it was his idea to add the hand with the pin about to pop one of those bubbles. It ties the entire concept together, and something I never would have thought of myself. Roy did a great job. I hope to work with him again.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    A: It’s got teleporting three-year-olds, the Universe’s gremlin intent on wiping out the Earth and watching his nemesis pitch a fit in the process, and a road trip across American unlike one you’ve ever seen before, including a black cloud that seems to be eating up the planet. And lot’s of humor, if that wasn’t clear!

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    A: Fundamentally the Finders Keepers series –- including Genius de Milo — is meant to be both fun and funny, and a reminder to myself to live life as thoroughly as I can, as often as I can, because there’s no telling what it all means, or when it will all be over. Some carpe diem with a galactic twist!

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    A: As the second book in the Finders Keepers series, I wrote Genius de Milo with the understanding that it needed to work on three levels: as a satisfying, self-contained novel that new readers can enjoy even if they haven’t read Finders Keepers; as the second novel in the Finders Keepers trilogy that both continues and enhances the overall narrative and individual story arcs; and structurally as a lead-in to the final, upcoming novel that will conclude the trilogy.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

    A: I once had to spend a long evening overseeing a corpse. But that’s a story for another day.

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

    A: Antarctica. I doubt very much that I’ll get there, but it’s just so remote and bizarrely exotic that I’d love to go there – and live!

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

    A: Although I’m up before dawn every day, I’m definitely not a morning person. I’m actually a day person, but if my choice is morning or night, then night for sure.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    A: My Uncle Bill — Bill Teitelbaum, my mom’s brother — is an excellent writer. Our styles are totally different. He mostly writes plays and short stories. He’s really quite good.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    A: I experienced quite a bit growing up that informs my writing today. I was more of a dreamer than I realized early on. I was a late bloomer.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    A: That we could live in a world a lot like the one envisioned by Gene Roddenberry for Star Trek. That as a people we come together globally, united, in search of exploring the Universe, rather than fighting among ourselves. But I think we’ve got quite a while before that happens!

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    A: Shameless plug. Buy my book! LOL!

    For those unfamiliar with my series …

    My debut novel Finders Keepers is a scifi backpacking comedy loosely based on a series of backpacking trips I took through Europe and New Zealand, set against a quest for a jar that contains the Universe’s DNA.

    My newest book, Genius de Milo, is the second book in the trilogy, where our bumbling backpacking heroes Jason Medley and Theo Barnes are once again tasked with retrieving a radioactive jar filled with the Universe’s DNA … before it wipes out the galaxy.

    Genius de Milo (and Finders Keepers) is for fans of authors such as Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and Christopher Moore, and movies and TV shows such as Harold and Kumar, Bill and Ted, Hot Tub Time Machine, Time Bandits, Quantum Leap, Groundhog Day, Northern Exposure, and Third Rock from the Sun.

    You can find Genius de Milo on Amazon – http://amzn.to/1C0F3aT or visit my website at www.russcolchamiro.com

     

     

    postheadericon Virtual Book Tour: A Conversation with Christi J. Whitney, author of ‘Grey’

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    Christi J. WhitneyChristi J. Whitney is a former high school theatre director with a love for the arts. She lives just outside Atlanta with her husband and two sons. When not spending time with them or taking a ridiculous number of trips to Disney World, she can be found directing plays, making costumes for sci-fi/fantasy conventions, obsessing over Doctor Who, watching superhero movies, or pretending she’s just a tad bit British.

    Her latest book is the young adult urban fantasy novel, Grey (The Romany Outcasts Series, Book 1).

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    Q: Thank you so much for this interview, Christi! Can you tell us where you are from?

    A: Thanks for having me here, and I’m super excited to answer your questions! I’m from Atlanta, Georgia. I live just inside the metro area, and I really love the location. I’m just a few short hours from the mountains, the beach, and – my personal favorite happy place – Walt Disney World.

    Grey 2Q: How did you come up with your title?

    A: Sebastian Grey is the main character of the series, and I wanted the first book to reflect that, but the word is more than just his surname. It also describes so much of what he is going through – something that becomes increasingly evident as the story progresses.

    Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    A: Absolutely! I think the lovely team at HarperVoyagerUK did a stunning job with it, and they asked for my feedback and opinions quite a lot during the process. Cherie Chapman designed the cover, and I absolutely adore it. The effect is one of mystery, and I believe its subtle attention to detail completely captures the essence of the book.

    Q: Can you tell us something about your book that would make me run out and buy it?

    A: I’ve already mentioned that there’s some mystery involved in Grey, and it appears to first center on the arrival of the Circe de Romany and a girl who shows up at Sebastian’s school. But actually, the mystery involves Sebastian himself, as well as the secretive world in which he finds himself caught. If you like urban fantasy with a twist, then Grey is definitely up your alley.

    Q: Are there any messages in this book that you want the reader to know about?

    A: My favorite fairy tale has always been Beauty and the Beast, but I’m a softie for any story involving the theme of not judging a book by its cover. There are similar themes in Grey, which are set up at the beginning and flourish throughout the entirety of The Romany Outcasts Series. I won’t say anymore than that. You’ll just have to read and see for yourself.

    Q: What was your most favorite chapter to write and why?

    A: Oh gosh,my favorite chapter? That’s a hard one to narrow down! There are several times throughout the book where Sebastian is really struggling to keep things together, and those scenes were super fun to write. If I had to pick one chapter, I’d probably go with chapter 12. It contains one of those moments, and a pivotal scene in the relationship between Sebastian and his brother Hugo.

    Q: Why did you feel you had to write this book?

    A: I’ve always wanted to write something like this: A story that revolved around my favorite themes, with an underdog character who doesn’t quite fit the mold of a traditional hero. Those are the people I’m drawn to in books, films, and television. I love quirky or awkward characters and those that might sometimes appear unnoticed in the shadows of a larger-than-life hero or heroine, and I just really wanted a story with a character that embodied all those attributes.

    Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?

    A: I’m deeply, deathly, paralyzingly terrified of jellyfish.

    Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

    A: The United Kingdom, specifically London, but honestly, I need several months so I could explore all of it—the cities, the countryside, the seashore. Basically, just absolutely everything. And then, after that, I’d love to fly to New Zealand. Aim high, right?

    Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?

    A: I’m a total night person. I can’t stay up as late as I used to without paying the price the next day, but I still prefer the night. Don’t even look in my direction in the morning unless I’ve had at least one cup of coffee. It won’t be pleasant. Just ask my kids.

    Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?

    A: I’m the only writer, but we have several avid readers, especially my son Liam. He devours books like candy.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    A: I definitely was, and I still am. As a child, I constantly dreamed of stepping through magic wardrobes or solving mysteries with famous sleuths. I used to make up stories and record myself delivering them in various voices and accents.

    Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?

    A: Selfish answer: To be able to travel the world at any time. Less selfish: World peace.

    Q: Thank you so much for this interview! Do you have any final words?

    A: Thanks so much for having me! It’s been a blast, and I hope you enjoy reading Grey as much as I enjoyed writing it.

    postheadericon Book Spotlight: From New York To The Smokies by Wayne Zurl

     

     
    Title: From New York To The Smokies
    Author: Wayne Zurl
    Series: 5 Book Anthology Collection from the Sam Jenkins Mystery Series
    Publisher: Melange Books, LLC
    Publication Date: April 16, 2015
    Format: Paperback – 163 pages / eBook  / PDF
    ISBN: 978-1680460780
    Genre: Mystery / Police Procedural
    Buy The Anthology Collection (Preorder – Pub Date: April 16, 2015)
    Book Description:
    Author Wayne Zurl is back with his popular Sam Jenkins Mysteries SeriesFrom New York To The Smokies is a 5 book anthology collection from the Sam Jenkins Mysteries Series!
     
    THE BOAT TO PRISON
    Seventeen-year-old Sam Jenkins is busy fishing and falling in love with a girl named Kate. But with a father involved with the union and a divorced mother, Sam often finds himself acting like the adult of the family. During a fishing trip off Long Island, Sam overhears a conversation involving dangerous plans that can land his dad in jail.To keep his father out of prison, Sam teams up with detectives from the county’s rackets bureau and enlists the help of two friends to pull off an operation far beyond their usual high school curriculum.
    FAVORS
    Police community Service Aide Liz Lopez should be in fine spirits—she’s in line for a promotion to police officer and a raise. But her sullen demeanor tells her boss, Lieutenant Sam Jenkins, that Liz is anything but happy.Jenkins begins an unofficial investigation to find out what’s going on. The detective learns of a bizarre home life and a dark secret Liz keeps under wraps.FAVORS is a story of how the police take care of their own—in an honest and compassionate way.
    ANGEL OF THE LORD
    A killer is on the loose in Prospect, Tennessee. He strikes repeatedly, each time leaving a cryptic message for the police to find. By the time a fifth body turns up, Police Chief Sam Jenkins is under pressure—either solve the murders or bring in outside help.But the chief’s ego won’t allow others to work his cases. And at the eleventh hour he tracks down a prime suspect, but death is only seconds away for the next victim.
    MASSACRE AT BIG BEAR CREEK
    A misunderstanding between hunters rapidly escalates into a battle not seen in Southern Appalachia since the Hatfield and McCoy feud.As bodies pile up faster than evidence, Sam Jenkins and the officers of Prospect PD scour the remote hills and valleys of East Tennessee and North Carolina to solve a case that reads more like an old west adventure than a modern police drama.
    ODE TO WILLIE JOE
    Prospect, Tennessee Police Chief Sam Jenkins receives two reports of UFO sightings in three days. The gritty ex-New York detective doesn’t believe in coincidence…or space aliens, but he can’t find anything to explain a glowing spaceship and little green men—until he sends Sergeant Stan Rose and Officer Junior Huskey to Campbell’s Woods. They call in a startling discovery, and the investigation begins.

     

    Book Excerpt:
         From ANGEL OF THE LORD
     
    The rain never stopped. From early
    June through late August, it poured or drizzled almost every day. I thought if
    I stood still too long I might begin to mold. It reminded me of the monsoons in
    Southeast Asia.
    Drops of rain falling from the brim
    of my cap were exceeded only by the young woman’s tears.
    “When did you see the boy last?” I
    asked.
    “Right after breakfast. He went
    into the living room to watch TV, and I started doing laundry in the basement.”
    “And when you came upstairs he was
    gone?”
    More tears rolled over her cheeks
    as she stood there, wringing her hands. “Yes.”
    “Was your door locked?”
    “Lord have mercy, no.”
    “Is your son’s rain jacket here?”
    She shrugged and cried a little
    more.
    “Let’s look,” I suggested.
    We walked to the mud room off the
    kitchen. A small hooded jacket hung on one of the five pegs over an antique
    wooden chair not six feet from the back door. A small pair of bright blue
    rubber Wellingtons sat on the floor.
    “You call for him outside?”
    “Of course. I ran all around.”
    Without the puffy eyes and fear
    scarring her face, Emily Suttles would have been an attractive brunette.
    “And then you called 9-1-1?”
    “Yes.”
    “What was he watching?”
    “I don’t know. He knows how to work
    the TV.”
    “You turn it off?”
    “One of the policemen did.”
    “Let’s take a look.”
    She stared at me as if I had two
    heads. “Why?”
    “Indulge me.”
    Back in the living room, Emily
    picked up the remote control and turned on a flat screen about the size of a
    stretch van. The American Movie Classics channel came on playing a scene from Halloween 4.
    “Did you or the cops look through
    the house?” I asked.
    “Yes, of course.”
    “All over?”
    “Every room.”
    “Slowly or quick?”
    “Quick. I was frantic.”
    “Let’s try again. Where’s Elijah’s
    room?”
    “Upstairs.” Emily began to look
    impatient. “I know he’s not there.”
    We walked upstairs anyway. I looked
    under the bed. Nothing. The boy’s mother called his name. More nothing. I
    opened the closet. Huddled in the left corner, leaning against the wall, four-year-old
    Elijah Suttles slept peacefully, a small flashlight in his right hand. I shook
    his knee.
    “Hey, partner, you doing okay in
    here?”
    He opened his eyes, blinked
    rapidly, and looked frightened.
    “Take it easy, son. I’m a
    policeman. Your mom couldn’t find you and asked for some help.”
    “Jesus have mercy, Elijah,” his
    mother said, “you ‘bout scared me half ta death. You come out here right now,
    young man.”
    “Go slow, Mrs. Suttles. He probably
    had a good reason to hide in here. Didn’t you, son?”
    The little boy nodded, but still
    looked scared.
    “Something happen on the TV?”
    Another nod.
    “Ready to come out now?”
    The boy stuck out a hand, and I
    pulled. Once on his feet, he scrambled to his mother and locked onto her leg,
    mumbling an apology.
    “Some of these slasher movies scare
    me, too,” I said. “He just ran from the killer on the screen. Wasn’t a bad
    idea.”
    Emily Suttles hugged her son,
    looked at me, and said, “Thank you.”
    “I’ll call the three officers and
    let them know your son’s safe.”
    I switched on the ignition in my
    unmarked Crown Victoria and keyed the microphone. “Prospect-one to headquarters
    and all units. The missing child has been found. Resume patrol. Five-twelve,
    close out the call at 1015 hours.”
    PO Johnny Rutledge acknowledged. “10-4,
    Prospect-one.”
    “Five-oh-nine, I copy that,” Billy
    Puckett said.
    After a long moment of silence,
    Sergeant Bettye Lambert, our desk officer, broke in. “Unit 513, five-one-three,
    do you copy?”
    No answer.
    “Anyone know 513’s 10-35?” I asked.
    “Joey was goin’ house ta house,
    east end o’ the street,” Puckett said.
    “I’m probably the closest,” I said.
    “I’ll check.”
    Just as I shifted into reverse, PO
    Joey Gillespie spoke on the radio.
    “513 ta Prospect-one. Boss, ya
    gonna need ta see this. 1175 Benny Stillwell Road, obvious 10-5.”
    10-5 is our brevity code for a
    homicide.
    * * * *
    Two men lay face down on the
    kitchen floor. One with a shaved head made it easy to see the small caliber
    bullet hole at the base of his skull—a .25 perhaps or more likely a .22. Blood
    trickled from the wound down past his right ear, over a thick neck, and onto
    the Mexican tile floor. The other victim’s blood oozed to his left. Funny, the
    little details you notice at the scene of a murder.
    “You call crime scene and the ME?”
    I asked.
    “Yessir, had Miss Bettye do it
    right after I called ya.”
    I nodded and looked around the
    kitchen of a relatively new and expensive home. “Big house.”
    Joey Gillespie nodded.
    “At least 4,000 square feet,” I
    guessed. “And quality. These guys had bucks.”
    He nodded again and looked a little
    queasy.
    “The air hasn’t come on recently.
    In this humidity blood tends to stink quicker. Smell bother you?”
    “Yessir, I ain’t used ta this.”
    “Nobody gets used to it, kid. You
    just learn to ignore it.”
    “I guess.”
    “You search the rest of the house?”
    “Jest looked on the first floor ta
    see if there was anybody here.”
    “Basement?”
    “Nosir. On a slab.”
    “Let’s go upstairs.”
    I drew my old Smith & Wesson
    from the holster on my right hip, and Joey pulled out his .40 caliber Glock.
    “Look around, and pay attention.
    Don’t watch me. There’s probably no one here, but we’ll do this by the
    numbers.”
    “Yessir. I’m right behind ya.”
    We made a quick sweep of the first
    floor, opening all the closets before ascending the stairs. The landing above
    left us in a hallway with what looked like four bedrooms, two baths and two
    closet doors. We found nothing in the guest johns or closets. A lack of
    personal property in three of the bedrooms led me to believe they were set also
    aside for guests. We looked further in the master suite and discovered two
    closets holding clothing for two different people.
    “I guess the two guys slept
    t’gether,” Joey said.
    “Yep.”
    “Strange, huh?”
    “Not strange, just a minority.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Two car doors slammed out front.
    “Let’s see who’s here,” I
    suggested.
    Jackie Shuman and David Sparks,
    crime scene investigators from the Blount County Sheriff’s Office, had arrived
    and stood in the foyer holding cameras and forensic kits. Moments later, Deputy
    Medical Examiner Morris Rappaport and his assistant Earl Ogle pulled up in the
    morgue wagon.
    “How’d ya find these two?” Jackie
    asked of no one in particular.
    “I’s checkin’ the neighborhood for
    a missin’ child,” Joey said. “Got no answer here, but there was two cars in the
    driveway and the garage was closed. Figgered someone’s home, so I walked ‘round
    back and seen them layin’ here on the floor.”
    “Nice wheels out there,” David said.
    “Audi S7 and an F-Type Jag,” I
    said. “Pushing a hundred grand apiece.”
    “And they’re relatively new,
    right?” Morris asked.
    “The Jag’s new, and the Audi’s not
    far behind.”
    “With these two sporty drivers, why
    do you suppose there’s an oil spot on the concrete driveway?”
    “Good question, Mo,” I said.
    “Something for our ace evidence technicians to explore.”
    “We’ll git’er done,” Jackie said.
    “And take pictures of this table
    top. Someone ruined a nice antique.”
    Jackie looked closer at the numbers
    someone crudely scratched into the mellow wood finish.
    “Thirteen thirteen,” he said.
    “Wonder what that means?”
    “Two unlucky numbers,” Morris said.
    “Two unlucky guys,” I said. “Has to
    mean something. Finding out will keep me from playing in the traffic.”

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    Twenty (20) of his Sam Jenkins mysteries have been published as eBooks and many produced as audio books.Zurl has won Eric Hoffer and Indie Book Awards, and was named a finalist for a Montaigne Medal and First Horizon Book Award.
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    Title:  Two Princes: The Biker and The Billionaire
    Author: Victoria Danann
    Series: Book 1 – Sons of Sanctuary MC
    Publisher:  dba7th House Publishing, Imprint of Andromeda LLC
    Publication Date: June 16, 2015
    Format: eBook – 49 pages
    ASIN: B00UY477QC
    Genre: Contemporary Romance
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    Two brothers, one a player, one a playboy, are on a collision course with destiny and a woman who thought she won a prize when she was allowed a look inside the Sons of Sanctuary MC.
     
    Brigid Roan is a graduate student at the University of Texas. She had no trouble getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle was looking impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with family ties to The Sons of Sanctuary. What Brigid wanted was information to prove a proposition. The last thing she had in mind was falling for one of the members of the club. Especially since she was a feminist academic out to prove that motorcycle clubs are organized according to the same structure as primitive tribal society.
    Brash Fornight was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of “NOW”. The image on the cover, although GQ’d up in an insanely urbane way, was… him. After reading the article, Brash threw some stuff in a duffle and left his only home, a room at The Sons of Sanctuary clubhouse, with a vague explanation about needing a couple of days away. He left his truck at the Austin airport and caught a plane for New York, on a mission to find a mysterious guy walking around with his face.

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    “Sir?” Brash Fornight gradually became aware that someone behind him in the grocery checkout line was trying to get his attention. “Sir?” He refocused and glanced behind him. The woman leaning on a cart overflowing with chip bags and cookie boxes nodded toward the cashier indicating that it was his turn to move forward. Brash looked her in the eye and had to give her props. Most people wouldn’t have the balls to try to herd a guy wearing Sons of Sanctuary MC leather.

     

    The club employed a woman who cooked and did grocery shopping several times a week as part of her job description, but Brash didn’t like to explain his relentless craving for peanuts and he liked being teased about it even less. He didn’t know whether it was the Vitamin B or the fat or just because he liked the taste, but he couldn’t imagine going a day without them.

    That’s how he came to be standing statue still In the grocery checkout line, being prompted by some woman with more nerve than sense. While he was waiting, his eyes drifted over the magazine display and settled on the cover of “NOW”, on the Most Eligible Bachelor edition no less. The debonair figure staring back was wearing Brash’s own face and body. He looked different with short hair and a four thousand dollar suit with the shirt fashionably open at the neckline, but the similarity was inescapable.

     

    On impulse he grabbed the magazine and tossed it onto the conveyor belt with his week’s stash of peanuts.
    He stuffed the bags into the saddlebags of his bike and roared toward home, nervously tapping his fingers on handlebars at red lights, riding on shoulders to keep from slowing down. He was anxious to get to the privacy of his own room and read about Branach St. Germaine.
    Two beers, one jar of peanuts, and one “NOW” article later, Brash was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at the wall, seeing nothing but his own heavy thoughts. He pulled out his phone, looked up a website, and waited on hold for ten minutes to hear the time of the next flight from Austin to New York.
    There was a flight to Newark in a little over three hours. He looked at his watch and calculated the time it would take to drive from Dripping Springs at that time of day. As he booked the flight, he stood up, walked to the small closet, grabbed a duffel bag, and began shoving stuff into it. Ten minutes later, he closed his door and locked it, threw the duffel over his shoulder, and headed straight for the office downstairs. He dropped the duffel on the hallway floor beside the closed door and knocked.

    “Yeah?” Brash looked inside, glad that his dad was by himself, and stepped in. “What’s up?”

     

    “I’m takin’ personal time, Pop. Gonna be gone for a couple of days.”

     

    “What the hell is ‘personal time’?”

     

    The gruffness made Brash smile. “It means I’m not gonna be here if you call and I’m not tellin’ you why.”

     

    The Sons of Sanctuary President looked up at Brash, over the top of his readers, and narrowed his eyes. “You got a secret?”

     

    “Everybody’s got secrets.”

     

    Brandon Fornight studied his son for a minute. “True enough. Is it the kind of secret that could affect this club?”

     

    Brash shook his head. “Don’t see how.”

     

    “Well, then. See you… When did you say you’d be back?”

     

    “I didn’t.”

     

    “Bein’ purposefully vague, are you?”

     

    Brash grinned. “That’s why they call it personal time. But I expect to be back Friday.”

     

    “You gonna have your phone with you?” When Brash nodded, Bran looked back down at his ledger in a deliberately dismissive gesture. “Well, get outta here then.”

     

    Brash parked his bike in the airplane hangar. The structure had already been on the property when the club had bought it and turned it into a compound twenty years earlier. They used part of it for vehicle maintenance and repair and part for parking.

     

    Some of the guys who were working looked over and shot curious glances his way when Brash threw his duffel into his pickup and started it up, but it wasn’t their way to ask questions. The Sons figured that if somebody wanted you to know something, they’d tell you.

     

    Brash took a cab to a midtown hotel, wondering all the way why human beings would choose to live in such a place. As he slid his credit card across the hotel counter to the agent on duty, he glanced at the name, Brandon Fornight. It seemed unlikely that it was a coincidence that that the mysterious look-alike’s first name began with the same four letters. He ordered room service and pulled out his laptop.

     

    Getting intel on the guy didn’t take advanced ops. Within an hour Brash knew where Brannach St. Germaine worked, what kind of car he drove, what kind of women he dated, who his tailor was, and where he liked to dine. There was no shortage of photos online, but the one that grabbed his attention wasn’t one of the many with starlets or debutantes on his arm. It was the one taken with his arm around his mother as they were arriving together for some red carpet fundraiser. Brash had an almost irresistible compulsion to reach up and touch her face on the screen in front of him.

     

    The knock on the door signaled that room service had arrived. It cost a fortune, but looked and tasted like shit. So he closed the computer and went out for a walk to clear his head and find something edible.
    About The Author

    Victoria Danann is the USA TODAY Bestselling Author of The Knights of Black Swan, which has won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES TWO YEARS IN A ROW (2013, 2014). Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

     

    Victoria writes cross-genre with uniquely fresh perspectives on paranormal creatures, characters, and themes. She is making her debut into contemporary romance with publication of the SUMMER FIRE ultimate romance collection anthology. It contains a novella intro to the Sons of Sanctuary MC series. The first full novel of the series will be released June 16, 2015.

     

    Contact Victoria at:

    Website: http://victoriadanann.me/

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

    Twitter: https://twitter.com/vdanann

    Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/vdanann

     

     

     

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    Publisher: iUniverse

    Pages: 148

    Genre: Historical Fiction

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    In 1942, in the midst of World War II, three factions struggle for power and control over Serbia: the Royalists, the Partisans, and the Nazis. For those living there, life was put on hold indefinitely while they coped daily with the terrorization of war—an especially disheartening situation for the country’s young people.

    Fifteen-year-old Miriana, an only child, lives in a small, two-bedroom house in Bela Palanka, Serbia, with her parents, who farm and run a saw and gristmill. Their tiny home now accommodates her mother’s sister and nephew, who have been forced to evacuate from German-occupied Belgrade. Miriana’s aunt is frequently called upon by the Germans to translate for them—a task made more stressful by the fact that the family is also hiding a Partisan soldier in the cellar of the house. Being caught means certain death. Meanwhile, Miriana’s best friend, Stefan, supports his widowed mother and aging grandparents on a nearby farm; he resents having to abandon his aspirations for an education and his passion for the violin to run the farm.

    Their existence is fraught with the angst of evening curfews, blackout curtains at night, unforeseen air raids, and conflict with the Nazis, but family, friends, and small pleasures propel them through a war that threatens their happiness and their lives on a daily basis.


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