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    postheadericon Book Cover Reveal: Aeromancist by Charmaine Pauls

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    Title:  Aeromancist

    Book 3: Seven Forbidden Arts Series

    Author: Charmaine Pauls
    Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
    Publisher:  Mélange Books
    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.

     

     

     

    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

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

     

     

     


    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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    About the Book:

    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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    Breaking the Silence
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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. 

    Maria is giving away a $25 Gift Card!

     

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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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    About the Book:

    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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    About The Author

     

     

     
    Wayne Zurl grew up on Long Island and retired after twenty years with the Suffolk County Police Department, one of the largest municipal law enforcement agencies in New York and the nation. For thirteen of those years he served as a section commander supervising investigators. He is a graduate of SUNY, Empire State College and served on active duty in the US Army during the Vietnam War and later in the reserves. Zurl left New York to live in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with his wife, Barbara. 
    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.
    His full-length novels are: A NEW PROSPECT, A LEPRECHAUN’S LAMENT, HEROES & LOVERS, and PIGEON RIVER BLUES.
    The all new FROM NEW YORK TO THE SMOKIES, an anthology of five Sam Jenkins mysteries is available in print and eBook, published by Melange Books, LLC.
    For more information on Wayne’s Sam Jenkins mystery series see www.waynezurlbooks.net. You may read excerpts, reviews and endorsements, interviews, coming events, and see photos of the area where the stories take place.
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    postheadericon Book Blast: Two Princes: The Biker and The Billionaire by Victoria Danann

    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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    Book Description:
     
    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.

    Book Excerpt:

     

    “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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    Title: Tug-Of-War

    Author: Judith Somborac

    Publisher: iUniverse

    Pages: 148

    Genre: Historical Fiction

    Format: Kindle/Paperback

    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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    Judith Somborac is an occasional teacher and a ski instructor who works in both capacities with children and teenagers. Judith has a BA in English and French from the University of Guelph. She currently lives in Collingwood, Ontario.

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    Title: BlindSight
    Author: Susan Peterson Wisnewski
    Publisher: SPW Writes
    Pages: 238
    Genre: Thriller/Paranormal/Suspense
    Format: Kindle

    Life is already bad enough after Tisha Adams loses both her job and her beautiful Manhattan apartment. Living in a musty garage apartment and working for her uncle in Queens, her life
    is upended when she witnesses a murder on her train commute.
    When the body disappears, she teams up with Detective Murphy, a man with mysterious
    abilities. But Tisha is keeping a secret of her own, a skill she’s always hated and feared. The dead speak to her. And if she touches a person, their past, present and future are revealed to her.
    But as the body count rises, and those closest to Tisha are drawn into the nightmare, Tisha’s
    only choice is to reach out to her estranged grandmother to learn more about her intuitive talents. In a race against the clock to rescue those in danger and solve the murders, she’ll need all her abilities. Even the gift she’s been
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    “Holy shit,” I screamed.

    As if in unison I heard a similar shout from a few aisles behind me. Looking back, I could see it was Sven. He looked as stunned as I felt with his mouth agape and a puzzled expression of trying to swallow the horrible deed we witnessed.

    “Did you see that?” we asked each other at the same time.

    His lovely Ms. Sven was fast asleep. Her mouth was open and I could swear drool was running out the corner of her mouth. She wasn’t as attractive in her sleep.

    “What do we do?” I asked.

    “I’ll call 911, see if you can locate the conductor.”

    Nodding, I raced down the aisle to the conductor’s compartment. I banged on the door. There was no answer. I did something I would never do under ordinary circumstances. I opened the door that connects the rail cars, tiptoed over the metal plates saying a prayer that I wouldn’t fall through the opening to my death, and jumped into the next car. One of my fears is falling in between the train cars and getting crushed, but extreme circumstances called for extreme measures. I scanned the car for the conductor or another witness, but the two occupants were asleep. I found the conductor booth in this car and as soon as I knocked, the door opened revealing a redheaded, freckled-faced man with a youthful grin whose blue uniform was straining against his girth.

    “Did you see what happened?” I screamed.

    “Calm down. What happened?” he asked.

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    Susan Peterson Wisnewski is an indie author from the northeast. She
    writes thrillers and paranormal with a sprinkling of chick lit and horror.

    From a cruncher of numbers to a stringer of words, she decided it was
    time to follow her dreams and put down on paper all of those stories that
    floated around in her head. Raised in
    New York City and Long Island, she is a consummate
    shopaholic having been given the gift of style from her mother and grandmother.
    When not writing, she can be found shopping, visiting museums, gardening, or
    being walked by her oversized puppy.
    Her books are a genre mix all neatly packaged together. Surprise and
    twists keep her readers guessing and she has been accused of writing books that
    can’t be put down. Pushing characters to challenges themselves is her trademark
    as is a creating strong female characters – no damsels in distress here. Her
    inspiration comes from seeing a situation and then enhancing it to create an
    unusual story line. And yes, she does see ghosts, or spirits as they prefer to
    be called and has had her run ins with a fairy or two.
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    Her latest book is the thriller/paranormal/suspense, BlindSight.
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    postheadericon Virtual Book Tour: Interview with Science Fiction Author David T. Pennington

    David T. PenningtonDavid T. Pennington grew up in a small northern California town called Paradise, but his home is in San Francisco. While his associate’s degree in computer programming has helped pay the bills, his bachelor’s degree in psychology has informed his writing. His love of fiction–mainly mysteries, science fiction, and thrillers–is balanced by his fascination with books on futurism, theoretical physics, and cosmology. Peer Through Time is his debut novel.

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

    A: Thank you so much for inviting me. I’m from Paradise—not the mythical utopia, but a small town in northern California. My other homes have been Tampa, FL, and, currently, San Francisco, CA.

    Q: How did you come up with your title?

    A: I came up with the title Peer Through Time after brainstorming dozens of potential titles incorporating the word “time.” This one appealed to me because “peer” can be a verb or a noun, and both meanings apply to my story.

    Peer Through Time 2Q: They say you can judge a book by its cover. Can you tell us a little about your cover and who designed it?

    A: The cover was designed by Filament Communications, via Writerly Star Services. The creek and rope-swing are from some scenes in the novel, while the blood is symbolic of the murder mystery within. I would prefer to credit the designer by name, which wasn’t provided to me, but otherwise, I’m thrilled with the final image.

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

    A: No need to run—order it online and let it come to you! Peer Through Time is a unique blend of sci-fi and murder mystery, with just enough science to satiate nerds like me, without weighing down the plot with too much tech speak. Through its characters, the novel examines the gray areas between good and evil, fate and free will, and memory retention and memory loss—and it does so with some surprising twists.

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

    A: In a way, yes, but I prefer to for readers to come up with their own interpretations. I’ll state at least one message, though. Always be open to friendship, as it can develop from the most unlikely sources.

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

    A: My favorite chapter to write was one that takes place in San Francisco during the 1930s. It required some historical research, which only increased my appreciation of the city I love.

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

    A: The characters kept having conversations with each other in my head. I had to let them out and give them something to do.

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

    A: This isn’t necessarily dark, but I’m not a religious person, while many of my friends and loved ones are. Writing the character Margaret as a deeply religious scientist was, in part, my way of coming to terms with that.

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

    A: I’d like to visit Australia. Obviously that’s a huge continent and I’d have to narrow it down more, but I love listening to an Australian accent. Maybe that’s a silly reason, and it’s certainly not the only reason, but that’s what came to mind.

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

    A: A little of both. I love the solitude and quiet of nighttime. I used to find it after the sun went down, while these days I tend to find it in the wee morning hours, before the sun comes up.

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

    A: My mom likes to write, and she has considered writing children’s books. Maybe I can convince her it’s never too late.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    Oh, I was definitely a dreamer. Somehow I managed to do well in school, despite being mentally absent during most lessons.

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

    A: Thank you, magic genie. I wish for all the benefits of coming medical technologies to be available and affordable now, so that my loved ones can remain here as long as possible.

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

    A: I love to hear from my readers, either by way of a written review or personal email, about what did or didn’t work for them about the story. While praise is wonderful feedback, constructive criticism is welcome as well. All my contact information is available on my website at http://davidtpennington.com.

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    postheadericon Night Buddies Go Sky High by Sands Hetherington Book Feature!

     

    Title: Night Buddies Go Sky High

    Author: Sands Hetherington

    Publisher: Dune Buggy Press

    Pages: 144

    Genre: Children’s Book

    Format: Paperback

    Young John Degraffenreidt and his red crocodile buddy, Crosley, show up at the Pineapple Cheesecake Factory and find Big Foot Mae lying on the floor, staring up at her Great Star Puzzle on the ceiling. Crosley only wants a new supply of pineapple cheesecakes, but what Mae points to on her ceiling will start the Night Buddies on a totally new fantasy adventure. A suspicious white dot has passed through the Corkscrew Constellation and is now moving underneath the Hound Dog Stars. Across the Borough, Crosley s brother Crenwinkle sees the same curious speck in the sky. It looks to be a long night for sleepyhead John, but thanks to the time spreader dingus with its sleep retardant setting, he gets right into their next escapade. Join the Night Buddies as they embark on another Program, this time taking them all the way into the stratosphere in their racing blimp.

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    Sands Hetherington, the creator of Night Buddies series of chapter books, credits his son John for being his principal motivator. Sands and young John developed the Crosley crocodile character in the series during months of bedtime story give-and-take. They collaborated many nights on escapades starring John and Crosley, until eventually it occurred to Sands why it was that Crosley was bright red. That was when the first book came together.

    Sands raised his son as a single parent from the time John was six. He read to him every night during those formative years: all of the classic children’s stories from Aesop through the Grimms, Lewis Carroll, Frank Baum, Tolkien and Dahl, with a lot of Dickens and Hugo thrown in. When school was out they got in the car and toured Alaska, Canada and most of the contiguous states. John still gets around. So far he has lived in Germany, Scotland, Russia, England and Spain.

    Dogs have always been a part of the author’s life, beginning with Whiskers, a cocker spaniel. When his wonderful boxer Hube died, he despaired of finding a boxer who could match him, and instead got a Saint Bernard. He ended up breeding Saints for a number of years and at this point has had twelve as house pets. Sands says dogs can do you a power of good, and if you lose one, go out and get another the next day and you will be surprised at how fast your grief goes away.

    Sands is also a Civil War buff. He would like to spend a month of evenings with common soldiers from both sides to see how they felt about the business. And eccentric generals like Jackson, Sherman and Forrest, and most of all Lincoln. Because Lincoln never gets to smile in his pictures.

    The author was born in New York City but was transplanted a year later to Greensboro, North Carolina, where his maternal grandmother lived. He never really left the area and has a lot of the South in him. His grandmother was a prominent educator and became a great friend and mentor.

    Sands majored in history at the University of North Carolina (Chapel Hill) and has an M.F.A. in creative writing and an M.A. in English from UNC-Greensboro. He lives in Greensboro now, and hangs out with his longtime friend Ann and their Saint Bernards Dudley and Maggie. He likes visiting ancient Mediterranean sites in Turkey and Italy, and most of all Greece.
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    postheadericon First Chapter Reveal: The Ark by Laura Liddell Nolen

    The Ark 3Title: The Ark
    Author: Laura Liddell Nolen
    Publisher: HarperCollins
    Pages: 239
    Genre: YA Scifi
    Format: Paperback/Kindle/Nook

    There’s a meteor headed for Earth, and there is only one way to survive.

    It’s the final days of earth, and sixteen-year-old Char is right where she belongs: in prison. With her criminal record, she doesn’t qualify for a place on an Ark, one of the five massive bioships designed to protect earth’s survivors during the meteor strike that looks set to destroy the planet. Only a select few will be saved – like her mom, dad, and brother – all of whom have long since turned their backs on Char.

    If she ever wants to redeem herself, Char must use all the tricks of the trade to swindle her way into outer space, where she hopes to reunite with her family, regardless of whether they actually ever want to see her again, or not . . .

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    On the last day of Earth, I couldn’t find my hairbrush. That probably seems like a silly thing to worry about, what with the imminent destruction of, well, everything, but my mom was always after me about my usual ratty ponytail. Normally, I’d ignore her. Or, if I were having a really bad day, I’d tell her what she could do with her hairbrush. But like I said, it was the last day of Earth. And I figured, since it was the last time she’d ever see me, I wanted it to go smoothly. I wanted her to remember me, if not fondly, then at least without anger.

    A girl can dream.

    I slipped out of my cell as soon as the door swung open. I’d done the same every day for the past month, and my family had yet to show up. Their OPT—Off-Planet Transport—took off in eighteen hours, so they still had time. Barely. I couldn’t blame them if they didn’t come. It wasn’t hard to imagine that they’d rather escape to the stars without so much as a backward glance at me, their big disappointment. Even my father’s influence couldn’t persuade the government to give me a spot on an OPT.

    Turns out, when humankind is deciding which of its children to save, the last place it looks is in prison.

    But I was pretty sure they’d come. West had said as much in his last transmission. The thought of my younger brother actually halted me mid-step, like one of those punches in the gut where you can’t breathe for a few seconds.

    “Looking for something?” The lazy drawl floated out of the nearest cell.

    Against my better instincts, I turned to see Cassa lying on her bunk, her arm draped across Kip. My Kip. Or at least, my ex-Kip. Whatever. In twenty-two hours, I wouldn’t have to think about him anymore.

    See? Silver lining. And they called me a perpetual pessimist at my last psych workup.

    They barely fit next to each other on the flimsy mattress, but that wasn’t the weird part. The guys’ ward was separated by a substantial metal wall. We were kept apart during evening hours, for obvious reasons. Not that anyone cared anymore. The med staff had been the first to go, followed by the cleaning crew, followed by the kitchen crew. To show you where girls like me fell on the government’s list of priorities, there was still a skeleton crew of guards lurking around, despite the fact that I hadn’t had a real meal for going on a week. The guards would be gone soon, too, and then there’d be no one in here but us chickens.

    I figured either Kip had a key, or the guards had left already. A key could be useful. My curiosity got the best of me. “How’d he get in here before the first bell?”

    He cocked an eyebrow. “I got some tricks you ain’t seen, babe. Why don’t you join us? End of the world and all.”

    The guards were gone, then. I felt a small trill of anxiety deep in my chest. If the guards were gone, my family was even less likely to show. But it was never smart to show fear. “The Pinball could be headed straight for this building, and I still wouldn’t be desperate enough to touch you. Oh, wait. Guess you don’t have to take my word for it.”

    I turned to leave, but he continued. “Now is that any way to treat your dear ole partners? Be nice or I won’t give you back your stuff.”

    “Ugh, you were in my room?” I flexed my shoulder blades, making sure my gun was still tightly secured between them.

    “Don’t worry, Char. I didn’t handle the merchandise. Didn’t want to wake you up. Just lifted me a few keepsakes.” He pronounced my name the way I like: Char, as in charred. Something that got burned.

    I wasn’t sure what Kip and Cassa were planning, but I knew I wouldn’t like it. They were thieves and liars. I would know. I used to be one of them. That was before the last job, when Cassa had attacked an elderly man in the home we were robbing. She’d kicked him until he stopped fighting back. Kip had called her off after a few licks, but I just stood there, staring. The old man looked at me, like right at me, while we made our getaway, and my stomach twisted into a knot so tight that I tasted bile. That was the moment I knew I wanted out.

    But by then, no one believed me. Or, if they did, no one cared. Except for Kip and Cassa, of course. They’d taken the news pretty hard, to put it lightly.

    If I lunged for the box, I could probably grab my hairbrush and get out of there. I wouldn’t have time for more than that. Then again, I’d be doing exactly what they expected, and I didn’t have time for delays. My family could be in the commissary any second now.

    “Ahem. Seeing as it’s your last day of life, I might let you have one thing back,” said Kip.

    “In exchange for what?”

    “I’m hurt. All our time together, and you still don’t believe in my inherent generosity. But now that you mention it, I’ve got a hankering for some peanut butter crackers.”

    “Sorry, Kip. I’m fresh out of food. Kinda like everyone else.”

    “Nice try, Charrr.” He drew my name out, as though tasting it. “I saw them yesterday. Figured you were hiding them under your pillow when I couldn’t find them last night.”

    “You figured wrong.”

    All I could think about was my brother’s face. And how I had this one last chance to apologize to my parents, for everything. I shrugged and turned to leave.

    That was probably a mistake.

    About five steps past Cassa’s cell, an enormous weight tackled me from behind. My chest and face hit the dirty concrete. My anxiety over my parents leveled up into near-panic territory. I could not afford to deal with this right now. I flipped onto my back and jerked my knee upward, and Kip let out a groan.

    But Cassa was already there, standing over us. She kicked my head, and my arms and legs quit obeying me. I was vaguely aware of the dispassionate stares coming from other cells as Kip and Cassa dragged me back to their room.

    “Now, now, love,” Kip murmured. “That was no way to treat your old friends.”

    “She’s gone soft. Must have been distracted.” Cassa wasn’t British, but she had the intensely annoying habit of using a fake accent. Not all the time, either. Just with certain words or phrases. In my opinion, that made it even worse. It was probably an attempt to impress Kip. Or to prove to everyone she spent a lot of time with him.

    They propped me up against the wall, and Kip began tying my wrists with a twisted black cord he pulled out of nowhere.

    “Screw you.”

    “Is that any way for a lady to talk?” he said cheerfully, slipping his hand up my shirt. His fingers were like ice, and I winced. “Aha—found them.” He removed a packet of crackers and waggled them in front of my face. Those were going to be my last meal. I bit back a curse. Wouldn’t have made much difference in the end, anyway.

    I didn’t fully panic until they tied the ends of the cord to the exposed pipe of the sink.

    “Wait, no. My family’s going to be here. I have to get downstairs.”

    “No one’s coming for you. And even if they were, do you really think they want to see you?”

    Cassa grinned down at me. “But me and Kip, that’s a different story. We’re busting out of here.”

    “Figured we’d do a bit of traveling in our twilight years. I mean, hours. See the world, that sort of thing. So we need all the supplies we can get. And no one has supplies like you,” said Kip.

    Cassa spat. “And if you hadn’t rolled on us, we might be bringing you along. Think about that while you wait for the Pinball. Alone.”

    I kicked at them, once, and Cassa responded by plopping down on top of my legs. Normally I’d have been able to deal with that, but nothing about today was normal, and I had to settle for growling at her. Somehow, that made me feel even more helpless. My face was abruptly hot, and I gave myself temporary permission to hold my breath. If I cried, I’d never get over it.

    I didn’t breathe until I had to. Gradually, my head cleared. “Don’t tell me you’re going hunting for the Remnant. They don’t exist.”

    Cassa paused, just for an instant, and Kip gave me a hard look. “She couldn’t possibly know that.”

    “She’s friends with the Mole.”

    Kip rolled his eyes. “He couldn’t possibly know that. He doesn’t know everything, Cass.”

    “You sure about that?” I said. “He knows the way out. He wouldn’t still be here if they exist. If there were even a chance.”

    Cassa bit her lip, but Kip ignored me and continued his search. He was a bit rougher than before. “Ah, what have we here? Little blade-stick-doohickey?” He pulled a makeshift knife from the leg of my pants and twisted it in his fingers. “Fair enough. Not your best work though, if I’m honest.”

    “Hello, what’s this?” Cassa yanked me forward and pulled my shirt up in the back. There was a tearing pain as she ripped the duct tape off my shoulder blades. “Bingo. Char, you never disappoint.”

    Kip held the gun up to my face and grinned while peeling the remainder of the tape from the barrel. It had been my finest moment. The guard I stole it from never saw it coming. I consoled myself with the thought that, in a few short hours, I would never need a gun again. The thought was a lot more comforting than it should have been. It was probably the only silver lining I would cling to, in the end. No more guns, no more eternally disappointed family members. No more pitying glances from judges or lawyers or parole boards. Or West.

    “I believe our work here is done,” Cassa said. She couldn’t get away from me soon enough. “Time to make our way in the world.”

    “Good luck with that,” I muttered.

    They stood to leave, but Kip stopped at the door. “Here,” he said, pulling my shoebox off the bed and tossing it to the ground in front of me. “For old times’ sake.”

    And then they were gone.

     

     

    postheadericon After Ozz by Bart Baker Book Feature!


    Title: After Ozz

    Author: Bart Baker

    Publisher: CreateSpace

    Pages: 254

    Genre: Young Adult

    Format: Kindle/Paperback

    With her uncle, the President of the United States, presumed dead and her beloved younger brother, Ozz, missing, Dot Gale is whisked into an odyssey in a different, very strange dimension. With the aid of three friends she makes on this arduous adventure, Scared Crow, Heartless and half man/half beast, Lars, Dot must battle the diabolically deadly Empress West if she is ever to return home with Ozz. Can Dot survive the evil machinations of the Empress and return home to rescue the United States before her wicked Aunt Emily succeeds with her sinister plan to take over the country?

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    Q: Please tell us about AFTER OZZ, and what inspired you to write it. 

    A: AFTER OZZ is my first YA novel, and I immediately saw this as a series of three books, following Dot as she battles the Empresses, first for her brother, then for her uncle, and finally, to save her country. But adding reimagined elements from THE WIZARD OF OZ made it that much more fun to write, playing with convention and expectation. It was a joy to write. I love these characters and I love the story.

     Q: What themes do you explore in AFTER OZZ? 

    A: I never write with theme in mind, but they do emerge organically, usually through the characters. I love the themes of family, of sacrifice, of someone growing to become a bigger, better person that overcomes difficult and often deadly obstacles yet keeps her humanity.

     Q: Why do you write? 

    A: I have been writing professionally for over 30 years. I am also a playwright and a screenwriter. I’ve had eight plays produced around the world, and I have written eleven produced movies, both for the big screen and TV. I’ve also written on four television series. Presently, I’m writing the remake of BEACHES for the Lifetime network. My first novel, HONEYMOON WITH HARRY was bought for a film and presently Bradley Cooper is interested in both starring and directing. AFTER OZZ is my third novel, behind WHAT REMAINS. I write daily, it’s my job and my passion. I’m blessed.

    Q: How picky are you with language? 

    A: Yes and no. Like most writers, or maybe I should say storytellers, because that’s really how I view myself, I have patterns. And when writing especially first drafts of anything, I find that I fall into those patterns easily and sometimes to a fault. As I subsequently rewrite, I change those things up and try and keep the writing fresh. Also, characters tell you how they speak and how they see the world. I like to make sure how I tell their story is close to them and their uniqueness.

    Q: When you write, do you sometimes feel as though you were being manipulated from afar? 

    A: Without a doubt. I’ve been doing this a long time, it’s not a hobby, it’s my livelihood. And I don’t think I could have sustained a career this long as a storyteller on my own. Things just come to me, as if given over by some other internal creative entity. I don’t consider myself a smart guy, an inventive guy, and it took me years to tell people I was a writer because I never struggled with story or character because they created themselves in my head and tell me their stories which I am blessed enough to be able to write down.

    Q: What is your worst time as a writer? 

    A: When my kids are home. Oh, you don’t mean it that way? I think the worst time is when I’m just beginning to flesh things out on a project. I’m a results kind of guy who likes to run full bore at whatever I’m doing, and at the beginning you are taking baby steps, learning about your characters as they reveal themselves, understanding your story so that it’s cohesive and interesting. There’s a lot of time spent walking around the house, taking the dogs for a walk, being moody (just ask my family.) But eventually it all starts to click. The hard part, which is the worst part, is trusting that it will.

     Q: Your best? 

    A: When the writing is flowing, the story is great and the characters are talking to you. When that portal inside you is open and it’s just pouring out and you can’t take credit for it, but you’re sure as hell happy it’s happening.

     Q: Is there anything that would stop you from writing? 

    A: No. I’m a savant, it’s all I know as an occupation. And if it wasn’t my occupation (which I’m glad it is) it would be my hobby. Next to my family, writing is my greatest passion.

    Q: What’s the happiest moment you’ve lived as an author? 

    A: As an author, it was having my first novel, HONEYMOON WITH HARRY, received so well and then selling the movie rights in a big splashy sale that was covered in the press. Silly, vain…sure. But it was also a trip. Things like that don’t happen every day, so I tell every writer to wallow in the pig slop when you get the chance. Just never buy your own press. Because if you do, you don’t just get to believe the good, you have to believe the bad as well.

    Q: Is writing an obsession to you? 

    A: Completely. To the detriment of a lot of other things. Writers never really live totally in the moment. There is a piece of their mind that no matter what the circumstances, what the events going on in your life, is saying “I can use this,” and you are partially watching your own life.

     Q: Are the stories you create connected with you in some way? 

    A: Without a doubt. I have come to the conclusion that as a storyteller, I can only tell stories that I am connected with, in the voice that I have. I am the best me. I’m not very good at being anyone else. So the stories have to come from my soul.

    Q: Ray Bradbury once said, “You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” Do you agree? 

    A: Ouch. I get it but ouch. Sadly, yeah, I somewhat agree with that on a variety of levels.

    Q: Where is your book available? 

    A: Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com are probably the easiest places to find it.

    Q: Do you have a website or blog where readers can find out more about you and your work? 

    A: I have a web page bartbaker.com and I have a Facebook page. I love social media because I can stay connected with people, so I do use my Facebook page more than I update my website. I’m still a bit of a technophobe so the mechanics of how to change things on the web page addles me.

     

     

    Bart and his family, Pastor Joe Elvis and their two sons Isaiah and Emmanuel, moved to St. Louis, Bart’s hometown. For nearly 30 year, Mr. Baker resided in Los Angeles, where he worked as a writer/producer in the entertainment industry.

    He has had two feature films produced LIVE WIRE for New Line Pictures, and SUPERCROSS for Fox, as well as eleven films for television, including CHILDREN OF THE BRIDE, which spawned two sequels, BABY OF THE BRIDE and MOTHER OF THE BRIDE on CBS, as well as the Christmas perennial, A DIFFERENT KIND OF CHRISTMAS for Lifetime.

    Mr. Baker has worked on film and TV projects for Warner Brothers, Tristar, New Line, Fox, CBS, NBC, ABC, Lifetime, USA Network, Syfy Network, Fox Television, The Family Channel, as well as working on staff on the FX Network series, DIRT starring Courteney Cox.

    Presently, Mr. Baker has two projects in development, HONEYMOON WITH HARRY a feature film based on Bart’s debut novel of the same name at New Line with Bradley Cooper attached to star. Mr. Baker has also completed his second novel, IMMEDIATE FAMILY.

    Mr. Baker also has eight produced theatrical plays under his belt.

    An avid fitness buff and political junkie, Bart enjoys spending his free time with his family and friends, and enjoys teaching film/television writing classes at Webster University.

    Writing is his passion and he feels blessed that he’s been able to make a living doing what he loves and for all the interesting people and events that he’s been exposed to through his work.

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    postheadericon In the Spotlight: Notorious P-Man Sam by Thomas Barr, Jr.

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    TitleNotorious P-Man Sam: Miami’s Urban Chronicles Vol. 1 
    Vol. 1: Miami’s Urban Chronicles
    Author: Thomas Barr., Jr.
    Publisher: VIP INK Publishing Group, Inc. / Printhouse Books
    Publication Date: April 1, 2015
    Format: Paperback - 88 pages / eBook
    ASIN: B00U37SSM2
    Genre: Urban Fiction

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    Book Description:

    This book is about the struggle of African American men as they traverse the perils of 20th and twenty first century life in the professional realms of the work place atmosphere. The differences in opportunities are often overlooked in comparison to other classes and among the races.

    The American dream is the realization of success in the face of struggle and hard work. Is it relevant that one’s struggle is harder than the other in accomplishment of this goal? P-Man Sam is a hard look at the road to self-empowerment and what it takes to make it in the American society. The entrepreneurial spirit is one of the main roads traveled in realization of the American dream.

    It takes knowledge and a fearlessness to take a chance in the ruthless world of business in this society. It’s also important to be able to effectively communicate with the modern diverse society of today through effective people skills.

    The P-Man Sam story brings an awareness of how to navigate negative experiences and transform them into motivational learning blocks. Learning from experiences and moving forward is essential in life. One’s eyes must be open and naïve thought processes must be conquered in attaining the ultimate prize. The following are useful for application:

    • Mentorship
    • Net working
    • Coalition building
    • Broad-mindedness

    This book is a good source for inspiration and having hope is a major force in your journey through life. Situations and circumstances should not be viewed as a hindrance, but instead a hurdle in step to the finish line. There are many instances in this story that relay the struggle against forces that present obstacles. Willpower and dedication are true factors that assist the main character in winning out against such forces.

    In conclusion, the power of love and support are sustaining factors in the realization of goals in life. The act of goal-setting itself is an important factor in accomplishing anything in pursuant of ambitious dreams. This novel is sprinkled with kernels of knowledge and inspirational wording designed to give the reader insight into the motivations of the main character that can be transcending to experience.

    It is beneficial and intended to identify and acquire these gems of knowledge to retain as progressive career tools.

    Book Excerpt: 
    In the tenth year of the millennium, on the major Interstate of I-95 cars sped up the roadway and zinged pass construction barriers.  Many of the vehicles just barely swipe distressed vehicles’ parked roadside.  Sam Silvasteen drove with his windows down taking in the South Florida breeze as his car cruised at a comfortable speed.  A black car with a high performance sounding engine screeched up next to Sam’s car.  The sound of gunfire erupted and peppered the passenger’s side of Sam’s car with silver dollar sized bullet holes.  Sam jerked the steering wheel in an attempt to dodge the spray of bullets.  The men in the car continued to pace Sam’s car firing ruthlessly into the frame of the automobile.  Hot lead ripped through Sam’s flesh as he was hit with a volley of bullets.
    Sam slammed into the median and the men sped off as his car coasted to a halt along the concrete rail.  Sam could hear the screaming brakes of other cars on the road and smell the scent of twisted metal as he faded out.  The Entrepreneurial President of Bandstand Magazine lay shot along the Miami corridor among twisted metal.  His life flashed before his eyes and he thought back on the events that led him to his current predicament.
    Sam was a street wise entrepreneur who had escaped the shadows of the crime filled eighties drug environment of Miami.  Cocaine was the major drug that circulated thru the community of Dade County.  He transformed his life into a respectable businessman and attempted to help other urban youth in becoming productive community citizens.  Within the blink of an eye his life was turned upside down and the phantoms of his past attempted to snatch his mortal essence from existence.
    Sam was initially raised in a single parent home.  When Sam turned ten in the year 1977, he was placed in an orphanage by his grandparents due to his mother’s early dementia among her other mental illness related problems.  Sam’s grandparents had six adult kids living in their home and couldn’t afford a proper home for young Sam.
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    “Who turned the damn T.V.,” yelled a burly kid his hair dripped with Gerri curl juice.  His voice echoed through the bare white walled dayroom of the orphanage.  Sam sat motionless as the other kids looked around not saying a word in response to the question.  The scarcely decorated room remained silent.  Most of the juveniles were Cuban exiles and spoke little English.  The burly kid steaming with rage yanked the plug out of the wall and kicked the T.V. over.  The loud crash and sound of breaking glass alerted the nearby sisters from the hallway entrance.
    “What happened to the T.V.?”  Asked Sister Alice, she was new to Saint Joseph and relocated from Nicaragua to assist with the influx of prospective exiled children of political patriots.  She wore the traditional long flowing robes of her profession.  She was a looker and it could be speculated that she had her pick of the litter before being ordained.
    “Jose kicked it over,” said the burly kid as he pointed at Jose Marti a skinny pale Cuban teen.  Jose possessed long limbs but his skinny frame made him look a bit goofy in appearance.
    “Jose is this true?”  Replied Sister Alice, as she wheeled in his direction.  Jose remained silent as Sister Alice waited for him to respond.
    “Jose didn’t do it Sister Alice,” Sam exclaimed.  His voice was firm and controlled.  “Well it didn’t happen on its on Sam,” replied Sister Alice in a sarcastic tone.  The burly kid cut his eyes at Sam and gave him a hard look.
    She now turned to the burly kid, “Trey Brownlee if you’re fibbing you get twenty lashes,” She exclaimed.
    “I swear….,” replied Trey before he could finish his sentence Sister Alice smacked him in the chest with a ruler.  In a heavy Spanish accent she sentenced Trey to spend the rest of the day in time out.
    “Sam get this mess cleaned up,” she said as she escorted Trey from the room.
    Sam immediately grabbed a garbage can to pick up the shards of glass that covered the floor.  Jose found a broom and swept some of the glass in a pile for Sam to scoop into the garbage.  The other kids resumed their activities as the hype died down.
    Sam made a friend in Jose from the day of the T.V. incident with Trey.  They began their friendship working as partners at anything they did together.  Sam was a husky twelve year old and Jose was three years his senior.  The two got along quite well with no regards to their respective ages.  Lucky Barnes was a younger kid who hung around Burt Ramos the only Puerto Rican kid at the orphanage.  Lucky was a portly black kid with big hands.  Burt often used little Lucky when he was trying to hustle the other boys in marbles.
    “Hey Sam,” said Burt.  “Trey is going to be pissed that you stuck your nose in his business.”
    “Forget Trey,” responded Sam.  “If you’re down with Trey than forget you too,” said Sam as he flopped down onto a sofa in the dayroom of the orphanage.  A group of boys congregated at the corner of the day room and shot a game of marbles.
    “Oh I’m down for myself and I was just making sure you knew what time it was,” said Burt as he made his way to the marbles game.  Lucky gave Sam thumbs up as he shuffled close behind Burt.
    Jose pulled up a chair alongside Sam and said, “Now we have nothing to watch because of Trey.”  The boys protested loudly in the corner of the room while Burt tried to convince them he was not cheating.  “Hey I got ya back don’t let them get to you about that Trey stuff,” he said.
    Sam sat straight up and replied, “I’m not worried about a thing.”  He extended his hand and slapped Jose five.  Jose watched a lot of T.V. and was hip to the street ways of black culture.  He understood the gesture and was happy to have made a friend in a place where watching out for self was paramount.  Sam was also careful in not being labeled a rat while sticking up for Jose.  He knew in befriending an older kid his chances of survival had increased tenfold.
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    The females were housed in an entirely different dorm wing as compared with the males.  The only times the two would mingle was during mealtimes and that was usually three times a day.  All the kids in the orphanage were supervised by nuns and the Mon Senior had final call on all activities.  Sam had his eye on this one pigtailed hair girl named Vivian Smart.  She was a beautiful vivacious teen who was present at the orphanage upon Sam’s arrival.
    “Hi Sam,” she said as she sat down with her lunch at Sam’s table.  “I heard what you did for that Cuban kid the other day and I think it was courageous.”  Sam shifted in his chair.
    “No big thing,” he replied.  “The kid looked as if he needed help and I stepped in.”  Sam dropped his head and continued to munch on his sandwich.  Vivian took a cookie from her tray and placed it on a napkin in front of Sam’s tray.  Sam didn’t raise his head but his heart quickened its pace.
    “This is for your bravery,” she replied as she slid the napkin in Sam’s direction.  Sam was at a loss of words, and before he uttered his faint thank you Vivian had strode off and rejoined her friends.
    The cafeteria was a bustle with kids and they were being closely monitored by the nuns for any improprieties.  Sam sat brooding as he finished his meal.  He missed he mother and siblings, while the orphanage provided a vibrant surrounding it lacked genuine personal connections.  Before his mother’s unfortunate problems Sam was often doted on by his family.  He was the youngest and the last born of his mother’s children.  His siblings were years older than he was and were all away trying to establish a life for themselves.  Sam hated being poor but what else could he do he thought to himself.
    Sam made his way to the day room after lunch and sat looking at one of the day room windows.  He had a second period of classes in which he contemplated cutting.  Jose walked up to him and slapped him on the back, “What up Sam!”  He said in his best English.
    “What’s up Jose,” replied Sam.  I got a couple of classes for second period and I do not feel like going,” said Sam with a sigh.
    Jose was only a grade higher than Sam although he was fifteen.  His problems with the language barrier relegated him to grades lower than his normal level in Cuba.  “Let’s hangout in the courtyard or sneak over to the girl’s dorm,” replied Jose.
    “Cool,” replied Sam.  He stashed his books under a nearby sofa and was out the door along with Jose.
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    The girl’s wing was well kept and immaculate in comparison to the facilities the boys maintained.  When not in class the girls milled around outside and played dodge ball on the cement courts.  The males and females rarely participated in physical activities except when there was a yearly festival occurring.  Jose and Sam hid behind a dumpster near the courts of the girl’s dormitory.  “Hey there’s Vivian,” said Sam as he ducked so he wouldn’t be seen by her.
    “Who is Vivian?” Jose inquired.
    “Nobody,” replied Sam.
    The girls walked on a nearby court and began their ritual jump rope Double Dutch game.  Jose whistled trying to get one of the girls’ attention, Sam nudged him in the side.
    “Are you trying to get us busted,” exclaimed Sam.
    “No, just trying to get us some trim,” replied Jose.
    One of the girls heard the commotion and walked over to where Sam and Jose were held up.  She saw them crouched behind the dumpster and immediately began screaming.  The boys tore out of their hiding place and ran for the nearest place to hide for cover.  Jose laughed hysterically as he tried to catch his breath from the sprint to the dormitory.
    “You’re crazy,” remarked Sam bending over in exhaustion.
    “That was a rush,” said Jose.
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    The two boys walked back to the day room and talked about the look on the girls’ faces when they realized they were being spied upon.  Classes were ending for the day and the dayroom was filled with students.  Music appreciation seminars were usually held by Sister Alice after dinner and Sam really enjoyed the sessions.  He profiled the different types of music genre as well as the musicians of past and contemporary times.  “I’m going to my room before dinner,” said Jose.
    “See you later,” remarked Sam.
    Sam remained in the dayroom leafing through his school books as he sat on a bench in the back of the room.  Sister Alice entered the dayroom recruiting groups to complete chores.  Sister Alice mentioned that the females were also participating and Sam decided to volunteer.  One group of males and one group of females were directed to the gymnasium area of the compound.  The two groups were instructed to scrub the floors and wash the walls.  Sam joined the chore group hoping to get a chance to be around Vivian.  Sam began scrubbing and to his dismay saw no sign of Vivian in the other group.
    Sam continued to volunteer his services for the chores squad of Sister Alice in hopes of seeing Vivian.  On this one particular day the squad was tasked to clean the main administrative offices of parish officials.  Vivian was assigned to the task and Sam was delighted his persistence had finally paid off.  Sam decided he would work closely with Vivian and learn more about her interests.
    “Hey what are you doing here?” said Sam.  Vivian stopped what she was doing and put her hands on his hips.
    “The same thing you’re doing,” She said.  The girls giggled as Vivian smiled at Sam.
    Sam thought to himself that was a dumb question to ask.  He never knew the right words to say to the members of the opposite sex.  She looked so beautiful standing there with a twinkle in her eyes and sass in her voice thought Sam.
    “Well I was offering to help but I see you’re good,” Sam replied with a smirk.
    “You’re such a good guy,” said Vivian with a wink.
    Sam continued to work while the girls chatted about what guys they thought were cute in the boys’ dormitory.  Sam pondered his next move on how to get Vivian’s attention without her friends being around.  He thought he would have a better chance at an honest conversation on a one on one basis.  Sam would have to covertly recruit individuals to help with his plan and a major part of his plan would be Sister Alice.
    Sam was exhausted after his chores and he lounged in the dayroom and watched the boys roll marbles.  A couple of maintenance men coordinated the installment of a new T.V. in place of the damaged one.  Jose walked in and made his way over to a nearby by sofa avoiding the guys on the floor as they shot marbles.
    “So you were doing chores,” remarked Jose.  “Did you see your sweetheart Vivian,” he remarked with a laugh.  Sam ignored Jose’s remark and continued to watch the boys argue over taking a turn to roll marbles.
    “When are you going to volunteer to help out around here?” asked Sam.  “Maybe you’ll meet a nice female.”  Sam remarked.
    “My uncles say the best way to get a fine girl is with a lot of money,” said Jose.
    “Yeah that works too,” said Sam with a chuckle.
    Sam was intent on wining the heart of Vivian and he assured himself that love was his reason for his persistence.  Sam had not really known the love of a woman outside of his mother but he could not resist the emotion he felt when he was around Vivian.  Sam would be careful about revealing his feelings around the people he interacted with daily, because in his environment this could be a source of perceived weakness.
    Trey entered the dayroom and stomped through the circled marbles on the floor where the boys were shooting marbles.  The sound of grinding glass against the floor could be heard as Trey twisted his foot on each stomp.  Marbles shot out from under Trey’s foot hitting the sides of nearby chairs, tables and walls.   The boys scuttled out of Trey’s path dodging flying marbles.
    “Man why’d you do that!”  One of the enraged boys responded.
    “Shut your trap,” retorted Trey.
    Sam knew Trey was pissed he had challenged his rule in standing up for Jose.  Sam was ready for whatever retaliation Trey would seek to impose.  Sam continued to lounge nonchalantly on the sofa as Trey marauded around the dayroom.  Jose remained silent as he sat on the other sofa.  Sam could see Jose was tense and his demeanor had drastically shifted in relation to his earlier mood.  Sister Alice stuck her head through the doorway of the day room.
    “We will have no trouble out of you today Trey,” She said as she disappeared down the hallway.
    Sam sat at the breakfast table alone and ate his bowl of oatmeal in silence.  He soon felt a hand on his shoulder.  It was Sister Alice standing over him smiling with her black nun’s head dress draped over her hair.
    “Sam don’t mind Trey much,” she said.  “Both his parents died of aids when he was just a toddler.”  She pulled up a chair and sat next to Sam.  Sam paused between spoons full of oatmeal as she continued to talk.
    “He was raised by his grandmother until she died a couple of months ago and he seems to have a hard time adjusting.”  She said.
    Sam thought to himself he was not having an easy time here either and why is she telling this story to someone who loathes Trey.  Sam began to fidget with his silverware as Sister Alice told Trey’s life story.  He desperately wished Jose would appear and interrupt her oration.  Sam could appreciate the concern Sister Alice felt for the kids of the orphanage.  He wondered if she spoke of his situation and issues with others as she did of Trey.
                    Sam’s own home situation was what led to his current occupancy and he felt little empathy for Trey’s story.  Sam had few adult role models; however Sister Alice influenced the good in him.  Sam dreamed of the day when he could stand on his own without the need of the orphanage.  He was tired of being a kid and was ready to venture out into the world.  Sam was in his own thoughts now and subconsciously caught bits and pieces of Sister Alice’s conversation.  “You know Sam Saint Joseph will seek to be a solid base for your upbringing when you grow up,” she said.  Her voice seemed to trail off as her last comment reverberated in his thoughts.
                    Sam desired to make a good impression to others by making himself who they thought he should be.  He would do tasks that made other people happy and would go all out to fit in with others.  Sam felt uneasy in the aftermath when he thought of this act of self repression.  His true nature was to be himself and explore who the real Sam was as an individual.
                    Sam viewed Trey as a bully and an enemy to the free spirit of those around him.  Trey’s bully tactics blunted the freewill of others stunting their growth.  Sam in an attempt to be ordinary like everyone else downplayed his true abilities.  He had no desire to be recognized as exceptional in comparison to his colleagues.  The Trey types sought to bring out such exceptional abilities which made Sam hate him even more.
                    Sam’s perceived abandonment issues stoked his desires for the camaraderie of others and he highly valued friendship.  Trey bullying tampered with that concept which in turn was a source for instability in Sam’s world.  Sam would mesh out any instability that threatened his contentment.  Trey would be met with the harsh retaliation whenever he threatened to disrupt Sam’s reality.
                    Sister Alice realized Sam was not soaking in her words and stopped speaking.  She looked at Sam as he sat gazing into the distance.  She raised herself from her seated position and stood with her hands on her hips.  She shook her head and walked away from Sam as he continued his gaze.

     

                    “Kids,” she said.
    About The Author

    Hailing from Miami Florida; Author Thomas Barr was born in Lake City, South Carolina home of the 2nd African American astronaut, killed on the Challenger space mission, Dr. Ronald E. McNair.  He is the grandson of a share cropper whom taught him the value of hard work and education.  At age 17 he began college at Bethune-Cookman University and graduated Cum Laude with honors.  While in college he was inspired to write when he read the novel, Black Boy by Richard Wright.  He began writing short stories for campus publications and won a $500 dollar publication contest in a local campus circular.  He entered the Air Force after college and spent two tours of duty in the gulf during the Persian Gulf War.  Upon leaving the Military he went back to school and completed graduate school at the University of Akron in Ohio earning a master of public administration.  He began a career in government as an Intern with the Ohio legislature and later became employed with the Florida Senate as a legislative assistant.  His current works were inspired by his work with the City of Miami as a civil servant in administration.

    Thomas Barr’s writings reflect the everyday struggle of the average individual trying to make something of life.  Every person has a story to tell and the job of an inspirational writer is to bring those stories to life for the good of all.  As an author Thomas Barr desires to be the chronicler of inspirational stories designed to assist dreamers in achieving.

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    Title:  Summer Fire: Love When It’s Hot (Boxed Set)
    Author: Gennita Low, Stacey Mosteller, R.J. Lewis. L. Wilder, Victoria Danann, Kym Grosso, Cat Miller, Mimi Barbour, Clarissa Wild, Teresa Gabelman, Linda Barlow, Helen Scott Taylor, Victoria James, Mona Risk, Patrice Wilton, Joan Reeves, Danielle Jamie, Terri Marie, Lorhainne Eckhart, Brandy L. Rivers, Nicole Blanchard
    Publisher:  dba 7th House Publishing, Imprint of Andromeda LLC
    Publication Date: May 26, 2015
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    Genre: Contemporary Romance
     
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    A Young Girl's Testimony

    Title: A Young Girl’s Testimony: From Disastrous To Evangelist

    Author: Shana Joseph

    Publisher:   Xulon Press

    Pubication Date: September 23, 2013

    Format: Paperback – 110 pages / eBook

    ISBN: 978-1628396867

    Genre: Christian / Non Fiction / Autobiography
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    In this book is a powerful message that rises out of a true-life story woven in sadness, heartache, pain, joy and God working miracles. You will see lessons learned, wisdom gained, and experiences to share. It’s revealing unforgettable moments all in unforgettable testimonies.
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    At the age of fourteen I got tattoos and some piercings.  People always said that I was a beautiful girl.  However, when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see what they saw at all.  When I looked in the mirror, I only saw my painful past and my mother.  I saw people I hurt and someone I hated.  I saw a disastrous person looking back at me.  I got a piercing in my eyebrow and two on the right side of my nose because I thought if I changed how I looked on the outside, then maybe I would like myself.  I had to deal with people labeling me as a conceited person because all they saw was a pretty girl with a nice complexion who had long hair, and who all the boys liked.  I never saw any of that.  Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t have gotten into so many fights and had my long hair pulled and I would’ve been full of myself.  Maybe I wouldn’t have the marks on my face from fights or the bite mark left on my shoulder from a girl whose head I was banging on a car window while fighting her.  I was never into myself because I always thought I was a worthless person.  I thought I would always be a street prisoner, is what I called it.  Would you believe a pretty girl like me pointed a gun at someone and sold drugs for a while? Well, I did.  At times I thought I would end up like my mother.
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    Shana Joseph

    Shana Joseph is a young, anointed Evangelist who preaches the undiluted word of God without fear. Surrending her life to the Lord at age 16, she has been preaching for many years and has a passion for the young people, as well as those who have yet to know Jesus Christ as their Lord and savior. Shepherded and molded under the leadership of Bishop Dr. K.D. Collins, founding vessel of The Harvest Army Church International, headquarted in the Bronx, New York, Shana has grown from an ordinary Christian to a powerful warrior for Jesus.

    Shana is happily married to her husband, Stephan Joseph and together they have three children, Marland, Giovonni, and Vanise.

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    Getting It Right 3Title: Getting It Right (Book one of the Restoration series)
    Author: A.M. Arthur
    Publisher: Carina Press (Harlequin)
    Pages: 249
    Genre: Contemporary Romance / M/M
    Format: Kindle/Nook

    For a dramatic male/male read, look no further than Getting It Right by A.M. Arthur. This contemporary romance is full of heart-wrenching moments guaranteed to draw you in and leave you wanting more.

    Detective Nathan Wolf might just be a junior detective, but he tackles every case with the passion that he lacks in his personal life. A series of failed relationships with women has left him still single at thirty-four–because he’s too scared to admit to his longtime crush on his best friend James.

    Dr. James Taggert likes to keep his profession as a psychiatrist separate from his party-animal persona. Known around the gay clubs as Tag, he’s the guy who screws them, leaves them, and never looks back. But James’s drinking is getting heavier, and when bad memories from the past resurface, he’s close to becoming the worst version of himself.

    After a drunken blackout ends in a hot and heavy make-out session with his very straight best friend, James has no memory of the steamy affair. But Nathan isn’t sorry for the kisses that James can’t remember. Nathan finally musters the courage to tell James how he really feels, but a life-altering event might force them apart before they can ever be together.

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    He smoked his way through two more cigarettes before Nathan’s beat-up Ram pickup pulled alongside the curb. For a city cop, he was still adorably country. Nathan leaned across the console to shove open the passenger side door, and James gratefully slid inside. The simple, familiar presence of Nathan nearby made James’s nerves unfurl a little bit more. Nathan was the one thing in James’s life that had always made sense. Had always been easy.

    Weariness settled into his bones, turning his drunken daze into extreme fatigue. He wanted to pass out and soon.

    Nathan shoved a bottle of water at him, then eased the truck back into the street. He cracked both of the front windows, probably because James reeked of smoke. Nathan had never been shy about telling him how gross his habit was. Nathan was also smart enough not to engage in conversation until they were shuffling up the short sidewalk to Nathan’s half of a two-story duplex. Nathan slung an arm around James’s waist, and the heat of the other man’s body so close felt amazing. Real. Not like the fake closeness of dancing with strangers in a crowded bar.

    He finally got a good look at his friend as Nathan crossed the narrow living room to the kitchen in the rear. Flannel pajama pants and a spring coat. James had woken him up.

    Yeah, I’m a douche bag.

    “You hungry?” Nathan shouted from the kitchen.

    “No.” In the familiar, somewhat cluttered warmth of Nathan’s home, he had a safe place to wallow in the shame still burning in his gut.

    Nathan’s place was the definition of a straight bachelor’s pad—which worked since Nathan was a straight bachelor. Dark leather furniture right out of a magazine’s page, decorated exactly the same because he couldn’t be bothered. A monster, sixty-inch flat screen mounted on the wall over an entertainment console boasted two gaming systems, alongside a Blu-ray player and hundreds of movies. Only a handful of photos hung on the wall, mostly of his rather large extended family that lived in southern Delaware.

    James paused to stare at a familiar photo of himself with Nathan, taken right after Nathan had graduated from the police academy. They were both grinning, arms slung around each other’s shoulder. Nathan so handsome in his uniform, James in a gray suit that hadn’t been stylish in a decade. Because that’s how long it had been. Nathan had made detective last year, so he didn’t wear his uniform anymore. James sort of missed it.

    Nathan came back into the living room sans coat, a white wifebeater showing off his muscled arms and flat stomach. He was one-eighth Nanticoke Indian on his mother’s side, which gave his skin a lovely golden hue. His short hair was shiny black, and was always soft on the rare occasion James had a reason to touch it. His dark brown eyes often seemed to be smiling at him, even when things were serious, like right now.

    He was carrying a bamboo tray loaded down with two shot glasses, a bottle of Kentucky bourbon and a bag of barbecue potato chips. He settled the tray on his magazine-covered coffee table, then poured them each a shot.

    James sank onto the couch next to Nathan and accepted the glass. After a silent toast, he threw it back. The harsh, smoky liquid burned its way into his stomach.

    Nathan refilled both glasses. “Does your mom know?”

    About the Author:

    No stranger to the writing world, A.M. Arthur has been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long. She credits an early fascination with male friendships and “bromance” (and “The Young Riders”) with her later discovery of and subsequent affair with m/m romance stories. When not writing, she can be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.

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    postheadericon A Bookish Conversation with ‘Loss Angeles’ Mathieu Cailler

    Mathieu CaillerMathieu Cailler is a writer of prose and poetry. His work has been widely published in national and international literary journals. Before becoming a full-time writer, Cailler was an elementary school teacher in inner-city Los Angeles. “I came to writing in a rather circuitous way. I always penned jokes for stand-up comedy appearances but later realized it wasn’t just comedy that applealed to me, but all writing.” A graduate of Vermont College of Fine Arts, Cailler was awarded the Short Story America Prize for Short Fiction and a Shakespeare Award for Poetry. His chapbook, Clotheslines, was recently published by Red Bird Press. LOSS ANGELES is Cailler’s first full-length book.

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

    Thank you for having me—happy to be here. I’m from Los Angeles. More specifically, I was born in Long Beach, spent some time in Huntington Park, and am in now in the SouthBay.

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

    I noticed that all my stories seemed to have loss as a general theme—in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. Then, one day, I discovered that I always seemed to root a story in L.A. in some fashion. The rest, well, the brain gives you gifts sometimes.

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

    Do they say that? I was always told not to… but I agree it is human nature, right? Ha. The cover image was snapped by a dear friend of mine, Chaz Cipolla, atop Butcher Hill, a location where I’ve spent a great deal of time inhaling this city.

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

    I wish I could. But here’s all I got: Loss is the greatest bond we all possess as humans. There isn’t a single person who hasn’t experienced it. I think a reader will enjoy the comfort of this—and come away from Loss Angeles possibly more connected to him or herself.

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

    No secret messages. Just to remember in the words of Plato—“Be kind, for everyone is fighting a harder battle.”

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

    All the stories are dear to me. The characters swam through the folds of my brain for far too long to isolate a single piece.

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

    I’ve always loved short stories—the immediacy, the fact that every moment counts, and the way they (usually) can be savored in a single sitting.

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

    Oh, wow. I had an imaginary friend, Patrick, until I was about nine.

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

    Lately, I’ve been fascinated with Iceland.

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

    Night person.

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

    My grandfather loved to write. My father always tells me stories about he would read and write late at night, and that image has always stuck with me.

    Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?

    Oh, yes. Still am. Paying attention was—and still is—hard for me. I have the doodles to prove it, too.

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

    Lakers tickets would be nice, I guess. Courtside, next to Jack Nicholson.

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

    Thank you very much for taking the time. I hope you enjoy Loss Angeles.

     

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    Author: Andrew Schultz

    Publisher: iUniverse

    Pages: 244

    Genre: Action Adventure

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    This book is about hope, despair and faith. It follows Anselm from his boyhood on the rugged Isle of Iona through a course of study at Glastonbury and ultimately through his long association with King Malcolm Caenmore, a ruthless despot who begins a 300 year dynasty of a united Scotland.

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