tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61463571750262167732024-03-22T20:48:29.838-04:00Edgar's BooksBooks to readEdgar Gerikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13777708416720484595noreply@blogger.comBlogger558125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146357175026216773.post-45088316896055691382024-02-26T02:30:00.001-04:002024-02-26T02:30:00.137-04:00Happy Harry: A Magical Golden by Barbara Lampert - Book Blast and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/02/book-blast-happy-harry-magical-golden.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YZign4csTM_OcW1EF7F2NmPMKqbdtBpcOtAQsWUbHDd0OSSjJd2qlsEZPuqBarPoL2wUxQBAYd1NqkHxYDyRQwm1thS-0CTOeq4e69ZJ2QKuawEcBKeVAIKKb_mwiATsfNf_f4gNOm_7lSWLT74_jOk2T4g8tREifBKpqv-Kh20amUoWQC87BRPhgLE/s400/TourBanner_Happy%20Harry%20.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by <a href="http://www.goddessfish.com">Goddess Fish Promotions</a>. The author will award a $30 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI2ZVnRahhy8ThYshlcD1B1mDg0anMTLb-aShwh7YhwjEVUlxfs4il_C68WSZ_J8PfxhhdEcg4aq9kSSi0rZTF8FuM7kkeKveyy9jlJ12gobtmm53dQJOxrKbsyGJFGefZoR8oJTTM2Z3z8DhzVZdXaFGOZMWL4a54S_bCK-7x9T0bGLvtBl6kXDwJ0o/s3200/BookCover_Happy%20Harry.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3200" data-original-width="2100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI2ZVnRahhy8ThYshlcD1B1mDg0anMTLb-aShwh7YhwjEVUlxfs4il_C68WSZ_J8PfxhhdEcg4aq9kSSi0rZTF8FuM7kkeKveyy9jlJ12gobtmm53dQJOxrKbsyGJFGefZoR8oJTTM2Z3z8DhzVZdXaFGOZMWL4a54S_bCK-7x9T0bGLvtBl6kXDwJ0o/s320/BookCover_Happy%20Harry.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In her dog memoir Happy Harry: A Magical Golden, psychotherapist Barbara Lampert, a lifelong dog lover, tells the story of her beloved Golden Retriever, Harry. Like her first dog memoir, Harry's story comes from her mostly uncensored daily journal and takes place in Malibu, California.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry was a genuinely free spirit - wild, and very wolf-like. Did all this contribute to his being exceptionally happy? Perhaps.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry was not only the happiest being Barbara's ever known, happy to the very core of him, but also the bravest. More than once in his life, Harry had to face true adversity, and each time, Barbara would look at him in wonder, not fully understanding how a being could be so brave and at the same time continue to be so happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry literally pranced through life, with a joyous attitude that made being around him like magic. Barbara fell in love with Harry. And as you immerse yourself in Harry's story, it's likely you will too! Happy Harry is unforgettable!</div></blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Harry had a girlfriend for a while when he was about four or five years old. Probably for a couple of years. Oh he didn’t see her every day, but for that two year-or-so stretch maybe once or twice a week. …</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Roxie, a one-year-old Yellow Lab – the taller, leaner hunting type – was beautiful, energetic, and happy. Just like Harry. Roxie lived a few miles from our house, on the Point in Malibu. …</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Harry knew he was going to see Roxie, he would get so excited. He would pant, start running around, tail up, and on the ride over he would stand or pace in the back seat the whole time. So eager, such joy. And when we got there, he would literally go flying out of the car, with David at the other end of the leash. Tail up, full steam ahead. And Roxie, being just a year old and still quite a playful puppy, would go equally berserk when she saw Harry. They would sniff and kiss each other through the openings in the fence. …</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes they would chase each other or run together, with the fence between them. David would run with them, since he had Harry on the leash. A few times Roxie’s owner came out and opened the gate to let Harry and Roxie be together. More kissing, chasing, tails up, sniffing. Both not believing their good luck. Both always bursting with joy the whole time they were together. Such a sight. …</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Barney didn’t get nearly as excited as Harry about Roxie and didn’t interfere in their relationship. This was Harry’s territory. And it appeared Roxie only had eyes for Harry. …</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was always difficult to leave, because the whole time we were there Harry and Roxie were inseparable. Whenever Roxie’s owner would come out, we’d talk and laugh about the two lovebirds. It was wonderful seeing Harry and Roxie so happy. How he loved her…</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QSv3OltVyztjL8HCA7UW4rK3pL7NwP9ldZXrjvSFQY-X8SZjQO6toggjrz8ka4bdJY9Lu76kwyomkgZ6xZWQdD7Z-dRrCUgQlgkoPBa6OghPBiOIYJ4CHPlcldcz8Nc-BKef-SFAUJsqVrPYHkRbWN1QD2bECZXQS3BsyV51XDDd14tKoVadOduUe04/s1312/Author%20Image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1137" data-original-width="1312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QSv3OltVyztjL8HCA7UW4rK3pL7NwP9ldZXrjvSFQY-X8SZjQO6toggjrz8ka4bdJY9Lu76kwyomkgZ6xZWQdD7Z-dRrCUgQlgkoPBa6OghPBiOIYJ4CHPlcldcz8Nc-BKef-SFAUJsqVrPYHkRbWN1QD2bECZXQS3BsyV51XDDd14tKoVadOduUe04/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My passion is dogs! I’ve had dogs most of my life and hope to have at least one by my side always. Dog energy is the best!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I’m the author of two dog memoirs: Happy Harry: A Magical Golden and before that Charlie: A Love Story. Each about one of my Golden Retrievers. (I told you dogs are my passion!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I’m a psychotherapist, licensed for over thirty years, specializing in relationships.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was a flight attendant for nine years. And taught sociology at several universities. I have two master’s degrees and a doctorate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gardening is another love – not as much as dogs, but right up there! I see my garden as a work of art and garden as much as possible in my free time. I love being in nature.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I live in Malibu, California with my husband David and, you guessed it, our two wonderful Golden Retrievers, Oliver and Henry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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Edgar Gerikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13777708416720484595noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146357175026216773.post-88739082930261504942024-01-19T02:30:00.001-04:002024-01-19T02:30:00.149-04:00Cerys: Valkyrie Earth by Merrin Slade - Book Blast and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-blast-cerys-valkyrie-earth-by.html" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiIZo6MXzCPyR6Oc1r1RG08KqPI8P2Q0OP0aXN40URp6Xv1lMFhUV7a0fuv0zsRfPAM5sZg_PHjEY7TvDW8T1m6FSQRL5okHJjfgqRU1zDOalBkfcNp-TKHoPeaaT7R_9rVow2iF73o9OuHyD1t6w7ou_RumTfwN7NclKpakNcRMOWppOJlGfcORprBQ/s400/TourBanner_Cerys.gif" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="text-align: center;">This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by </span><a href="http://www.goddessfish.com" style="text-align: center;">Goddess Fish Promotions</a><span style="text-align: center;">. Merrin Slade will award a $50 Kobo gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneNvAgyhKjfPQF14r9LOFZQfh8MTHsZHDnHev1ouDT-gt81cBNjQWuzTkhR_BgvpCVkmoZcXkHH2GZWzBBiyM-OAHc2aTtL9L3TSXiLPAzVEN9Nf7YF3ZlkS_AOlM-0LkCoGGDp9CKwjLJBySgOlM04JHLqMlSbYgeA8Fuv2zEWWWmJOQVox93ZbiLhg/s2700/BookCover_Cerys%20Valkyrie%20Earth.jpg" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneNvAgyhKjfPQF14r9LOFZQfh8MTHsZHDnHev1ouDT-gt81cBNjQWuzTkhR_BgvpCVkmoZcXkHH2GZWzBBiyM-OAHc2aTtL9L3TSXiLPAzVEN9Nf7YF3ZlkS_AOlM-0LkCoGGDp9CKwjLJBySgOlM04JHLqMlSbYgeA8Fuv2zEWWWmJOQVox93ZbiLhg/s320/BookCover_Cerys%20Valkyrie%20Earth.jpg" /></a></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">In a world where perfection is demanded of its citizens, one imperfect woman may be the only person who can save humanity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One thousand years in the future, humans have developed the ability to alter their genes to create a perfect version of themselves, but not all are so fortunate. Cerys Skye is a Wild Type, genetically unaltered and forced to live in the Refuge—a place for Wild Types and the unlucky citizens whose genetic modifications society has deemed as imperfect.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All the fiery tempered young woman knows is how to fight. Using her wits and skills, Cerys must compete in brutal prize fights if she is to bring food to the table for her younger sister. But, she is always aware that the next fight could her last—she must find a way out of this life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leaving behind all that she knows, the last place the tempestuous Cerys expects to find herself is joining the United Planet's Space Force Academy, where she battles prejudice and intolerance in a world run by genetically modified humans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As the new recruit discovers, not all is as it seems at the Academy with a shadowy cyber-evil seeking to threaten humanity. But, when loyalties are tested and the stakes are high, can Cerys rely on newfound allies and her unshakeable courage to stop the impending catastrophe?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Contains mature themes.</div></blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">“You’ve got the wrong Wild Type—sir.” Cerys stood straighter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“There is no mistake.” His eyes narrowed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I haven’t done anything, and I’m already late for training.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I have my orders to ship you out. We’ve spent a lot of time finding you, Cerys Skye.” The secofficer glanced into the sky, searching for something.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Let me explain.” Her pulse throbbed in her temple. “I’ve done nothing illegal. If this is about the protests, I’m not involved and I’m not with Rebels. You’ve got the wrong person.” She gritted her teeth. “You can’t send me to jail if I haven’t done anything, sir.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Jail?” His brows shot up. “Oh, no. Not jail. You’re going to the Space Force Academy.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cerys’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Space Force?” she finally stuttered. “That test was over a year ago. In the border settlements… We never heard...” She had buried the dark day of the exam; remembering brought back humiliation and failure. She didn’t want to think about what happened ever again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“You never answered our messages. You’ve been impossible to find, Skye.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“You were trying to find me? This dump is a technical wasteland—messaging is impossible.” Cerys’s mind spun. When she lived with her father, the space academy in Annapol had been her dream, but the chance of getting a scholarship was almost impossible because GMs were doing their best to keep Wild Types out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“You’re lucky we finally located you.” The secofficer tapped his foot. “A random biometric scan of the fighters in the arena yesterday picked you up. Orders from the top were to bring you in immediately.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Space Force?” This could be a chance to make a better life for her and Starla. Her heart pounded.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Well, are you coming or not?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“It’s just…” She would have to leave Starla, and how would her sister survive on her own? Cerys shuffled, not knowing what to do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“You are rejecting your place at the academy?” he scoffed. “Wild Types are such a waste of time.” He waved his hand. “Step aside, then.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She dug her nails into her palms. If she stayed, death in the arena was certain. If not tomorrow, it would be soon. No future for her, no future for Starla. If she went, she could send Starla money and save the rest to make a new life for them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I accept.”</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Merrin Slade is a science fiction writer who transports readers to alternate futures and faraway universes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Connect with Merrin Slade:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">TikTok: <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@merrinslade">https://www.tiktok.com/@merrinslade</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Website: <a href="https://merrinslade.com/">https://merrinslade.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/merrinslade">https://twitter.com/merrinslade</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/merrinslade">https://www.instagram.com/merrinslade</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The book is discounted for a limited time in NZ, Australia and the UK. <a href="https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/cerys-valkyrie-earth">https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/cerys-valkyrie-earth</a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjrgWoqlBifI2wFNilytkG2dLOkbpb9sxyfYVFrivMNuiXWhyphenhyphenvOdHuUAx5VKhKSYD_ALnqYo_GtuYzIizlb9Gn3cauoSsqOU1ZK-wcvzwXBslNT0KdRsUOslsPkgea7rzDlZrMdjVRcJj0X0ZPtw7Pi5r9hbeIgCG4c6OBjzF5SK_OUOIJ3ZC03KmsDI/s2700/BookCover_Poetry%20from%20My%20Heart.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjrgWoqlBifI2wFNilytkG2dLOkbpb9sxyfYVFrivMNuiXWhyphenhyphenvOdHuUAx5VKhKSYD_ALnqYo_GtuYzIizlb9Gn3cauoSsqOU1ZK-wcvzwXBslNT0KdRsUOslsPkgea7rzDlZrMdjVRcJj0X0ZPtw7Pi5r9hbeIgCG4c6OBjzF5SK_OUOIJ3ZC03KmsDI/s320/BookCover_Poetry%20from%20My%20Heart.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Poetry: writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Poetry: a literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Poetry means different things to different people. For me, it is all about feelings. If it captures the emotions of the reader, a poem will resonate and fill the soul. It can mean everything to one person and not much at all to another. The mood of the reader, and no one else, determines the outcome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For example, love poems are wonderful when you are in love, and their passion is amazing. If you are facing adversity, however, love poems likely will just annoy you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In this second book, Poetry from my Heart: The Journey Continues, I have again divided the poems into categories which will fit your mood no matter what you are experiencing at the time you choose to explore them. There should be something for everyone, whether you are in love, out of love, hurt, lonely, angry, abandoned, or facing other challenges in your life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Poetry has a healing power that nurtures the soul and quietens the mind and so I hope that whatever your situation is in life, you have found something here that helped you safely on your own journey.</div></blockquote><br /><br />
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The green hills of Ireland <br /><br />
The green hills of Ireland are calling to me <br />
I hear their soft whisper wherever I roam<br />
No matter whether on land or on sea<br />
The green hills of Ireland keep calling me home<br /><br />
I lived in old Ireland as a young lad you see<br />
And I left my heart there on some mossy hillside<br />
Now I yearn to go back to set my heart free<br />
And awaken a dream I can no longer hide<br /><br />
For I love your high mountains and windy seashore<br />
Your hills and your streams rolling down to the sea<br />
And I long to go home to my lost land of yore<br />
And return to the Irish that’s deep within me <br /><br />
Now sheep in the pastures are calling to me<br />
From the craggy rock walls that keep them inside<br />
While the streams that run down from the mountains so free<br />
Speak sparkling with hope and a joy they can’t hide<br /><br />
I long for the ocean on the Wild Atlantic Way<br />
And the crazy coast road that winds in and out<br />
And the sea breeze that whispers I hope you will stay<br />
And the people all happily wandering about<br /><br />
I remember the old priory standing in ruins<br />
Near Castletownroche with its bridge and its mill<br />
I recall all the pubs with their loud Irish tunes<br />
And my mind wanders back where my soul lingers still<br /><br />
I miss all the people so friendly and kind<br />
With their musical language and soft Irish smiles<br />
How they welcomed me home with a grace so refined<br />
That I felt their great love from thousands of miles <br /><br />
The green hills of Ireland keep calling to me<br />
Come home now we’re waiting to see you once more<br />
For you know in your heart it’s the place you must be<br />
So return again Irish to your green land of yore<br /><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrkHaBAJo4n3i9eNti1RMU9RQqO_3f58SxtR7E28maJdmUQGg3868scD3CGkH9eM10qYdor0H5uscsQ_BYYe0hL-n32-D09wCCf65NjRY96rXkkmT_xeLi9pSadcxmJBfOGB0F99VDkfhlSIr9b9q5gDDaZD9Iom-7rWNwmO8aCINDs_FBalUviFwtJA/s889/Author%20Image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="889" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrkHaBAJo4n3i9eNti1RMU9RQqO_3f58SxtR7E28maJdmUQGg3868scD3CGkH9eM10qYdor0H5uscsQ_BYYe0hL-n32-D09wCCf65NjRY96rXkkmT_xeLi9pSadcxmJBfOGB0F99VDkfhlSIr9b9q5gDDaZD9Iom-7rWNwmO8aCINDs_FBalUviFwtJA/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paul Guerin is an Irishman. He was born in September 1946 in Castletownroche, a small townland village in County Cork, Eire.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was there in Castletownroche that his romantic imagination was sparked as he came to love and appreciate the magic of his surroundings. Those early experiences were the genesis of his poetry that emerged in later life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As a young adult, Paul lived in London, England, where he became a chartered accountant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At age 25, restless for adventure, Paul moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, where he still resides today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paul is happily married and is a proud father and grandfather.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paul writes poetry as the inspiration comes to him. As long as his mind, body and soul are willing companions and his spark of inspiration remains alive, he will continue to write.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This book is Paul's second publication in his Willing Heart series. His first book was published in the Spring of 2022 and is called Poetry from My Heart: A Journey through Feelings. The book reached #1 on Amazon’s Kindle chart in British Poetry and #2 in Poetry Anthologies November 2023.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For more information visit <a href="http://www.paulguerinpoems.com">http://www.paulguerinpoems.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60876796-poetry-from-my-heart">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60876796-poetry-from-my-heart</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/paulguerinpoems">https://www.facebook.com/paulguerinpoems</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amazon Buy Link: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Poetry-My-Heart-Journey-Feelings-ebook/dp/B09XFFQ5GW/ref=sr_1_4">https://www.amazon.com/Poetry-My-Heart-Journey-Feelings-ebook/dp/B09XFFQ5GW</a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yGgZmSSX8YH6LrF3064rFNHQopa34xQdwEl7a8QcBSVu7FUt0wawgdLqLUXb8jweDhzmMRZT8NZOzpFJA_loZIS1hQNqYY7bgROmMUdICO-nkjHjfsCKYBTNujrBOtJQgysXQqCuY8U3nPM-aniv4alBqjBoILdfgMVXPx7zuAu3s4yA_RX4YY0mcnk/s2700/Book%20Cover.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1739" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yGgZmSSX8YH6LrF3064rFNHQopa34xQdwEl7a8QcBSVu7FUt0wawgdLqLUXb8jweDhzmMRZT8NZOzpFJA_loZIS1hQNqYY7bgROmMUdICO-nkjHjfsCKYBTNujrBOtJQgysXQqCuY8U3nPM-aniv4alBqjBoILdfgMVXPx7zuAu3s4yA_RX4YY0mcnk/s320/Book%20Cover.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ricky Montgomery had just graduated high school in June 1976 and was enjoying life as an 18-year-old teenager. He was hired by the Dawson City Police Force, and after graduating from police college he was assigned to work as an undercover operative in a motorcycle gang.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ricky, although happy, was struggling living his double life as a cop and biker. Then it happened: during a biker war, Ricky's life was saved by agents from the World Council (TWC). TWC was created by the world's leaders to prevent manmade disasters from happening and to liaise with aliens who have been monitoring mankind for hundreds of years. TWC's mandate, with the assistance of aliens, is to ensure mankind's continued existence.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">TWC is a highly secretive organization, whose agents have the ability to travel through time, to change history, and to take lives to save lives. Ricky becomes a TWC agent and discovers that TWC's command staff is making unethical decisions, hiding secrets about aliens and trying to reduce the world's population through biological warfare. Ricky teams up with other agents and tries to save mankind and the world from disaster.</div></blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">There were overhead cranes that slid on the metal tracking in the ceiling running the distances of the corridors. I was not sure why, but my gut was telling me there was something really strange going on. Something wasn’t right, I really felt like I was in danger. We were walking in a large group and being a Prospect I was at the back of the pack. Although I was walking, I became scared something was wrong. I didn't even have a gun with me. This was supposed to be a peaceful patch-over.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then it happened, the shooting started. There were muzzle flashes all over the place. It appeared that we were surrounded and the guys were being shot and were dropping everywhere. Some of the guys were trying to return fire, but the shots appeared to be coming from everywhere.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I suddenly observed these strange metal objects rolling around with guns shooting at us. Something was killing us and there was blood everywhere. Suddenly these metal walls started falling from the roof, blocking doorways and corridors herding us into areas, to be slaughtered.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had taken cover behind a large metal shelf and I heard somebody yelling at me to climb up the ladder to the roof. I looked over to the right and two corridors over someone else was climbing up another ladder to the roof.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I looked again and the guys were still being slaughtered. Out of fear and self preservation I climbed the ladder as fast as I could. Although I was afraid of heights I was more scared about being shot and killed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I periodically glanced down and it was so strange, those mechanical things were still rolling around firing shots at everyone. I got to the top of the ladder and saw that there was a metal platform to stand on. I stood on the platform and I glanced down to where the other guy had climbed to. He had pushed some type of button and suddenly he went shooting down the corridor ceiling on some type of overhead crane track out of sight.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I saw some buttons on the adjacent panel and l pushed the green button. Holy shit! I went flying down the ceiling. It was a fast ride, like I was almost travelling through time. It appeared to have taken me thousands of feet in a few seconds. Then suddenly I stopped and I looked around. Off in the distance I still saw these weird metal walls dropping from the ceiling. They were blocking corridors and exits. They were still isolating the guys into smaller areas, to be slaughtered.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I then saw the adjacent guy diving into a room just before a metal wall blocked his exit. The large metal wall came down fast, then slowed for a few seconds before locking into the other metal wall. I looked to my left and saw a strange thing. There was a group of people all dressed in white coloured laboratory coats, rushing around in a room that had a large window overlooking the warehouse.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was concerned that a metal wall was going to come down and that I was going to be trapped so I decided that I had to jump through the window and escape into that room. I took a few steps and jumped through the window as a metal wall started to come down. Shit!, I was going to be squashed and I was going to lose my legs. At the last second I was able to lift both my legs out of the way, while flipping over on my back. With a clang the metal wall crashed down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was laying on my back trying to figure out what the fuck was going on when I saw an Asian girl approaching me. She said, “Hi Rick, I’m Irene and I’m glad you were able to get out in time. You have to come with me now.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“What the hell is going on?” I managed to ask.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She looked at me, “I will explain everything to you in a few minutes but we have to get decontaminated right away.” She turned and started walking. “Follow me, stay close and do what I do.”</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Norm Meech has been retired for nearly two years, capping a distinguished forty-four-year career in policing. He fondly recalls the camaraderie of work friends forged during his tenure and the unique experiences as a police officer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">While missing aspects of his former profession, Norm keeps himself engaged by maintaining fitness and pursuing various hobbies. Additionally, he channels his creativity into writing, aiming to produce a book annually. His latest work delves into science fiction, inviting readers to ponder questions about the existence of aliens, unidentified flying objects, government involvement in secret conspiracies, the potential for time travel, and the impact of human activities on the planet. Norm hopes readers enjoy the fictional stories he crafts, sparking contemplation and curiosity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Facebook <a href="https://www.facebook.com/people/Norm-Meech/100078187723504">https://www.facebook.com/people/Norm-Meech/100078187723504/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wordpress.com: <a href="https://normmeech.wordpress.com/about-author">https://normmeech.wordpress.com/about-author/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/normmeech">https://www.instagram.com/normmeech</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amazon buy Link: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/World-Council-Norm-Meech-ebook/dp/B0CLGPHWCX/ref=sr_1_1">https://www.amazon.com/World-Council-Norm-Meech-ebook/dp/B0CLGPHWCX</a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OPSt7sGTjwsvsW6ryoxe_9xeGMFNJVhtrQ2X_J5mH7neeK37i7mj22i1D7jEiuRR0rXBT9OrAn0Huo_YeaIo5UQ2qw2bsEAWic6HJAXLXIEvC3rSNteNSXp-XUZo9FAjC84TLgYVwbm_l5ZVKZr_4qjPKjK7Ra1v-LiAK4K3sao2G2TqRisLiAEtXX8/s2550/BookCover_TheSantaGames.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="1650" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OPSt7sGTjwsvsW6ryoxe_9xeGMFNJVhtrQ2X_J5mH7neeK37i7mj22i1D7jEiuRR0rXBT9OrAn0Huo_YeaIo5UQ2qw2bsEAWic6HJAXLXIEvC3rSNteNSXp-XUZo9FAjC84TLgYVwbm_l5ZVKZr_4qjPKjK7Ra1v-LiAK4K3sao2G2TqRisLiAEtXX8/s320/BookCover_TheSantaGames.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reeling from a broken engagement, Andi Carter swears off men. She quits her job in New York and returns home to figure out next steps. Luckily, she quickly finds a job--one that will take her mind off her ex--as a caretaker for an elderly widower, Liam Quinn. Liam is the owner of Christmastown, a holiday-themed amusement park that shut down years ago. But he’s anxious to reopen it, and Andi, loving the concept, throws herself into helping him. It’s the perfect distraction. Bonus: there are no eligible men for miles.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until Matt Taylor shows up to audit the park.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt is handsome, charming, and full of surprises. Even Liam’s notoriously cranky cat, Claus, likes him. Andi works with Matt on a Christmastown project and platonic feelings turn into a full-fledged crush…maybe a little more. She likes this guy. Unbelievably, Matt seems to like her back.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only she soon discovers that Matt isn’t who he says he is. So now, Andi has another decision to make—run away and start over—again? Or stay, and hear Matt out? After all, Christmas is the season of miracles…</div></blockquote><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">She doesn’t finish her sentence. She doesn’t have to. I know how it ends. Andi needs Christmastown to become a reality.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I’ve been charged with making sure that doesn’t happen.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><br /><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMteAZdNGTMLswkD8O8U1x_nAibgub6EQelq_KU-LTE_3k8m5hGhoWsmRVKIsTZbYLEBRxyZNS4f70Y3-cgxYXZmgjverSpJXwdp7_eON-iIPtDftQspiail6M_uhlfcr3HhdOjOnDxsBri559H2B13PYjjnxefCXHZ6HSS4SJknE5FMvzZGC7FXkfXsQ/s792/author%20pic%20copy%20jpeg.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMteAZdNGTMLswkD8O8U1x_nAibgub6EQelq_KU-LTE_3k8m5hGhoWsmRVKIsTZbYLEBRxyZNS4f70Y3-cgxYXZmgjverSpJXwdp7_eON-iIPtDftQspiail6M_uhlfcr3HhdOjOnDxsBri559H2B13PYjjnxefCXHZ6HSS4SJknE5FMvzZGC7FXkfXsQ/s320/author%20pic%20copy%20jpeg.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leanne Treese is an award-winning author of women's fiction and romance. Her books have each independently been described as having "all the feels." When she's not writing, Leanne loves running, forcing her family to play board games (Settlers of Catan anyone?), and spoiling her beloved dogs. Leanne's favorite locations include her backyard, the Jersey shore, and anywhere that sells books or coffee, preferably both. A lifelong learner, Leanne's dream life would include going back to college and majoring in everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Website: <a href="http://www.leannetreese.com">http://www.leannetreese.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorleanne50">http://www.facebook.com/authorleanne50</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Instagram: <a href="http://www.instagram.com/leannetreese">http://www.instagram.com/leannetreese</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Read the book for free on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Santa-Games-Leanne-Treese-ebook/dp/B0BB3GR3S7/ref=sr_1_1">https://www.amazon.com/Santa-Games-Leanne-Treese-ebook/dp/B0BB3GR3S7/</a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAdblaGV8aR79ODvFUnxpnAAx_Phug9-6fUE3mK-jVKVcEwTXwdXG4bzcXwSOntBl1Mka2u0qnD6aTGn8gsKu_wTwLeKXk_ot8f4uMzsYbRxFDfDXpJOckK0cM7QKUI2vLGVFCbeWKs0D52QIAMihA5WwwfKiDey8oWvkAFC86lm9OR0xYOJAamP9t0I/s1457/BookCover_LEGACY%20OF%20EVIL%20-%20Final%20Full%20Cover.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1457" data-original-width="925" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAdblaGV8aR79ODvFUnxpnAAx_Phug9-6fUE3mK-jVKVcEwTXwdXG4bzcXwSOntBl1Mka2u0qnD6aTGn8gsKu_wTwLeKXk_ot8f4uMzsYbRxFDfDXpJOckK0cM7QKUI2vLGVFCbeWKs0D52QIAMihA5WwwfKiDey8oWvkAFC86lm9OR0xYOJAamP9t0I/s320/BookCover_LEGACY%20OF%20EVIL%20-%20Final%20Full%20Cover.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A banished detective. A body drained of blood. Mexico’s vampires are all too human.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After graduating from Harvard, Artemas Salcido is determined to transform Mexico’s justice system and joins the federal police. He begins solving crimes committed by the rich and powerful and is banished to the village of Bustamante.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On a college field trip to Bustamante’s nearby caverns, the daughter of a US senator is brutally murdered. The FBI, the international media, and a Mexican hit squad tasked with making the problem go away descend on the village. When Mexico’s attorney general tells Artemas his career depends on his cooperation, Artemas realizes his life is at stake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As other grisly murders occur, Artemas’s investigation uncovers an ancient blood cult connected to a powerful financial cabal that stretches from mediaeval Europe to Mexico's most influential politicians and businessmen. When he disputes his violent colleagues’ bogus solution to the crime, Artemas is marked for death.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can Artemas’s determination to bring fairness to Mexico’s justice system prevail against the overwhelming power of his government—or will it prove fatal …?</div></blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The National Security Council meeting was breaking up when a White House aide approached the president and handed him a note. He scanned it, read it again, and his jaw muscles began to clench and twitch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Those remaining in the room noticed the telltale signs of fury and quit their banter and paper shuffling. The president's eyes left the slip of paper and focused on Jonathan Sharp, Director of the FBI. "I'm glad you're still here Jonathan. I just learned that Senator Conners’ daughter has been murdered in Mexico—someplace called Bustamante—and quite gruesomely. It seems all the blood was drained from her body." He handed over the note.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"See what you can find out, then get some agents down there. Ask the attorney general to coordinate with the Mexicans. Tell him I said not to take ‘No’ for an answer.” He focused his gaze on the Secretary of State who instantly decided this was neither the time nor the place to voice his objections.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmyG0ktxbdr8dSzihOYyqOJRRiQ34f4qSaByDAhzWp-Blnwu1hg0o0epomaP8EP_EYoMaQtmeWwgClqfmVdsMlXn2_f-p98xX85pbUNDexYq3kqdfp7TTIwS81ruKL9FKQ4FESqp9urtp0Ng64-Qr8scK-1Ahk3A7PSnh_m4ZbPPX1tLvT1npvHno0oM/s1266/James%20Peyton%20Author%20Photo.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1266" data-original-width="1111" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmyG0ktxbdr8dSzihOYyqOJRRiQ34f4qSaByDAhzWp-Blnwu1hg0o0epomaP8EP_EYoMaQtmeWwgClqfmVdsMlXn2_f-p98xX85pbUNDexYq3kqdfp7TTIwS81ruKL9FKQ4FESqp9urtp0Ng64-Qr8scK-1Ahk3A7PSnh_m4ZbPPX1tLvT1npvHno0oM/s320/James%20Peyton%20Author%20Photo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Award-winning author James Peyton’s intriguing settings and memorable characters in his thrillers come from his years of international work and travel. The first two editions of his four-part thriller Artemas Salcido series are now available on Amazon; Legacy of Evil and Terror Crossing, to be followed by La Buchona and Not For Sale. Peyton’s stand-alone adventure thriller, The Royal Fifth, was released in 2022. James has had five acclaimed books published on Mexican cooking, history, and culture. Peyton's writing reflects a depth of understanding and a unique perspective that sets his work apart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b><div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My Mother Was Not Affectionate with Me</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a young child, I do not remember craving attention from my mother; somehow it is as if I knew intuitively not to expect anything. The dynamics between us were different and strange—a kind of old understanding which did not require words. I do not believe my mother hated me as a child, and I do not remember her as particularly unkind or mean towards me, but I do not believe she allowed herself to show love either. I believe that I represented an experience she wishes she never had. There was no need to say in words what we both knew.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later in life, I began to make some sense of the feelings I had for my mother during my early childhood. It is as if I was the guardian of a Pandora’s box that I held carefully but dare not open. We both knew there was a key to this secret box hidden in plain sight, but neither of us reached for it. My mother would look at me in a strange way, and I would know to keep my distance. When I was little, sometimes I would catch her looking at me as if she wanted to say something or reach out and touch me, but she never did. There was extraordinarily little emotional connection between me and my mother. I did not know what I should have or what I was missing, but something felt wrong. I was quiet and stayed out of everyone’s way.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8k-EVE6eigfbFLH3rJtlSpPXzbPjODNu3eyPFI0X58pUSdZ6tKwBk_erZxPo3mCbimYfHKyUBfa4E00BBbWDBLE_hgPZLp9MbDhRBtJrcVLZZ3LXZKud4RIR2scgPOACci5rTLQmKYwASVhqtFkT4XIxaicV_b3p5p0yd_UmPQ_RWe3WwN4aLd7xRoE/s529/author%20photo.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="467" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8k-EVE6eigfbFLH3rJtlSpPXzbPjODNu3eyPFI0X58pUSdZ6tKwBk_erZxPo3mCbimYfHKyUBfa4E00BBbWDBLE_hgPZLp9MbDhRBtJrcVLZZ3LXZKud4RIR2scgPOACci5rTLQmKYwASVhqtFkT4XIxaicV_b3p5p0yd_UmPQ_RWe3WwN4aLd7xRoE/s320/author%20photo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">MONICA BUCHANAN has a PhD in psychology, as well as a master's degree and a bachelor's degree in Women's Studies. Buchanan is semi-retired, after a long and rewarding career in counseling, psychotherapy, and coaching, she now follows her passion and live a purposeful lifestyle. She continues to be enthusiastic and committed to development of strength-based community resources for adults and youths from marginalized and under-served communities, thus she remains an active volunteer. She focuses on mindfulness and relaxation and loves to read, write, garden, and take long meditative walks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Website: <a href="https://www.monicabuchanan.com">https://www.monicabuchanan.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/dr_monicab/">https://www.instagram.com/dr_monicab</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/drmonicabuchanan">https://www.facebook.com/drmonicabuchanan</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">LinkedIn: <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/drmonicabuchanan">https://www.linkedin.com/in/drmonicabuchanan</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/TheDrBuchanan">http://www.twitter.com/TheDrBuchanan</a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIps1nB54KnP7X701IlwvxVW41yE4nrVfkbkRBhV_jgRIFSMcXsrsFpyk1idO5178Qq_QeuV7xYgnt6Vni3hq58ME2X-gUcWGrGFH2hpjwL4-XIGXv4HEihE6vZTDWHs5EDTszXmnPLSshr3QvFQEZrsTbxGAmfdpv-uV5LeoEujXgFQrD5GYYmvy9VY4/s2608/BookCover%20The%20Undiet%20Diet.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2608" data-original-width="1748" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIps1nB54KnP7X701IlwvxVW41yE4nrVfkbkRBhV_jgRIFSMcXsrsFpyk1idO5178Qq_QeuV7xYgnt6Vni3hq58ME2X-gUcWGrGFH2hpjwL4-XIGXv4HEihE6vZTDWHs5EDTszXmnPLSshr3QvFQEZrsTbxGAmfdpv-uV5LeoEujXgFQrD5GYYmvy9VY4/w134-h200/BookCover%20The%20Undiet%20Diet.jpg" width="134" /></a></div></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;">The UN-Diet Diet is a health reclamation strategy. It is designed to give the participant simple and effective tools to aid in improving overall health, effectively deal with weight management issues, and to serve as a guide for empowered aging. The program is aimed at those over the age of 55 with existing health compromise. It examines the true genesis of both health and disease through the lens of our evolutionary footprint, drilling down to the essence of what it means to be alive. It is here within the principles which create and maintain life, that we also find the keys to health and longevity.</p><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Science is just starting to understand the resident wisdom contained within the human body with all its complex mechanisms for preserving health. Let me give you an example.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Through an internal strategy for repairing and replacing cells, called senescence, directed by tiny signalling proteins called sirtuins (we will discuss this in depth a little further into the book), we are naturally and automatically capable of monitoring and regulating many metabolic functions related to ageing and repair—including genome stability, inflammatory response, apoptosis (normal cell death), DNA repair and mitochondrial functions. I am sure that some of you may be saying, “So what? Big words and complex processes, but what’s the point?” What I am driving at is simple. The body is creation’s most magnificent health factory. We were all born with these and many other spectacular health enhancing processes, and they happen without thought or conscious direction every minute of every day you are alive. Really, it just does not get any more amazing!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for blaming illness on age, although some critical biological functions may not perform quite as effectively at eighty-five as they did at thirty-five, as we go forward into the book, you will witness how these processes most certainly can be stimulated to work more efficiently at any point in our lives.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EedReCn-rptYlHkPkm8Sl3c0OCBaUu2Dd5aE07lzMqDd8u4xfn0ym2Z-JL_xvUorYSQ3-U8QZfkXXziqN84Mgyo6X-_11YYJRSQzpHnplhd68-OebmBf3Nt0Ht_TahDFY9BgLdQJBd-SXG_QVpBtHVbGzAz2h0F3WfPRAI-Foc4To5jj3OimjxM_sQM/s1536/author%20image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1128" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EedReCn-rptYlHkPkm8Sl3c0OCBaUu2Dd5aE07lzMqDd8u4xfn0ym2Z-JL_xvUorYSQ3-U8QZfkXXziqN84Mgyo6X-_11YYJRSQzpHnplhd68-OebmBf3Nt0Ht_TahDFY9BgLdQJBd-SXG_QVpBtHVbGzAz2h0F3WfPRAI-Foc4To5jj3OimjxM_sQM/w147-h200/author%20image.jpg" width="147" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Pooley has been in practice over 43 years, and during that time worked with over 20,000 individuals in close to 500,000 clinical encounters. He is married to his soulmate Patti Mugford-Pooley and lives in Lighthouse Cove in Canada. He has served his profession and community in various roles, and lectured nationally and internationally on professionalism as well as the importance of natural approaches to health and wellness. Doug is a former bodybuilding champion and continues to explore new frontiers in health and successful aging.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He is currently in his early seventies, going on seventeen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Website: <a href="https://theun-dietdiet.com/">https://theun-dietdiet.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheUndietDiet/">https://www.facebook.com/TheUndietDiet/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/DRDOUGPOOLEY/">https://www.instagram.com/DRDOUGPOOLEY/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BN: <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-un-diet-diet-healthier-boomers-in-21-days-dr-douglas-pooley/1143853597">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-un-diet-diet-healthier-boomers-in-21-days-dr-douglas-pooley/1143853597</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Diet-Diet-Healthier-Boomers-Days-ebook/dp/B0CD436TVR/ref=sr_1_1">https://www.amazon.com/Diet-Diet-Healthier-Boomers-Days-ebook/dp/B0CD436TVR/</a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIUdRCNpdYX2s4lYB4sVmjnZ_t5OB3UXI_DCb1lCm9ybifBpU8jVbVnQtNkfmDVvo7Gf6mmldPqDfJwV9QVxg4qJFo5LB2vaGBNmcHznMgQ4l5fldGWbCMLnQDGhW68m0iCJgcRiZ2SwdtV1WPr4CY5CgvF4J2sl6CflrIn8t9h3UbUCmBKlg_Cn2Zhk/s2700/Book%20Cover_%20A%20Lesser%20God.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1664" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIUdRCNpdYX2s4lYB4sVmjnZ_t5OB3UXI_DCb1lCm9ybifBpU8jVbVnQtNkfmDVvo7Gf6mmldPqDfJwV9QVxg4qJFo5LB2vaGBNmcHznMgQ4l5fldGWbCMLnQDGhW68m0iCJgcRiZ2SwdtV1WPr4CY5CgvF4J2sl6CflrIn8t9h3UbUCmBKlg_Cn2Zhk/s320/Book%20Cover_%20A%20Lesser%20God.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">As a young man, Dion Athamas was spiritually summoned to rapture then tenured god status. He had been endowed with all the benedictions to achieve sacredness: a devout flock, the power to heal and a covet for control. He also held a deep desire and ability to influence justice and universal liberty. The setting: the fictional town of Forgedmont, Mississippi, in the 1950s. Against great opposition he strived to become a new-age god; the earth was his oracle. He found faith-based conviction to be lacking in reason and truth. He chose to maintain an instinctive path to holiness. Regrettably for him and his followers, there were a great many roadblocks. He was forced to face off against the church, community, prejudice, family and scheming dreams influenced by fallacious spirits, all set forth to hamper his ascension to divinity.<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></blockquote><br />
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<center>Test-tube love,<br />
your hands are full, <br />
your mind <br />
is empty, <br />
your pride can kill. <br />
Pressure for life within the womb <br />
With no clearance from God <br />
On the road to the tomb. <br />
Inside, <br />
Outside, <br />
No reason to stay,<br />
A meaningful art in an <br />
Inartful way. <br />
Bring into light! <br />
From <br />
The darkness<br />
Of blood,<br />
The unwanted bare<br />
With a shield from above. <br /></center><center><br /></center><div style="text-align: justify;">I still had no idea who could be sending these poems. One wouldn’t have to be a Scotland Yard detective to figure out that the same person wrote both of these ludicrous poems. Who and why was a complete mystery to me. I was not an old man, and I knew nothing about any abortions. I was positively sure that my mom wasn’t having an abortion. I thought someone might be trying to be ironic, or just a pain in the rear—the latter being more likely.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been writing poems and short stories for most of my life. It was not until I retired from my government position working with Special Needs individuals that I was able to focus on writing full time. The treatment of Special Needs people fostered in me a search for the explanation for the absence of morality in mankind. I have degrees in psychology and sociology from the University of Calgary, Alberta.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amazon Buy Link: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJXBLWKZ/ref=sr_1_1">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJXBLWKZ/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/tw6639Hac">https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/tw6639Hac</a></div><br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOywR6lZxqMe5hlAhIIXS3WM2dXCqhb6qDrqtE084cRs7mRzmNJCy88hPO-8nJm412Gm6Vs1vdkX1qyJG1KOWQ7qqfSdQMLg_P9uKyVLNTZcoMRGet8aHLqWsY-iGOAdFmC8V8xrMbwYShlfvwdEkHfrmi6C7f1aSwqvIx7rF7xeIoUWeOjStSsynX5hQ/s2700/BookCover_My%20Thoughts%20are%20coloured%20purple.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1688" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOywR6lZxqMe5hlAhIIXS3WM2dXCqhb6qDrqtE084cRs7mRzmNJCy88hPO-8nJm412Gm6Vs1vdkX1qyJG1KOWQ7qqfSdQMLg_P9uKyVLNTZcoMRGet8aHLqWsY-iGOAdFmC8V8xrMbwYShlfvwdEkHfrmi6C7f1aSwqvIx7rF7xeIoUWeOjStSsynX5hQ/s320/BookCover_My%20Thoughts%20are%20coloured%20purple.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a book of poems on love. Love is a universal language. Love yourself, love your neighbours, love your parents, love your siblings—even love your enemies. Most of the poems are on romantic love. When you are in love, you get an awesome feeling. You walk on the clouds. However, love can be unrequited, unanswered and can bring an awful feeling.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love is in the movies, in songs, and in music. Love is in this book of poems, ever so strong and powerful. It's there for you to enjoy.<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><br />
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<b>One-sided love</b> <br /><br />
My love, I can only watch you from a distance, <br />
Admire your gestures as you sing and dance, <br />
But with tears in my eyes, I play your music once again, <br />
And see your gestures speak to me of your pain. <br />
My heart aches to see your eyes beg me to ease your chest pain, <br />
And as tears roll down your face, <br />
I see it in the thought you cannot express, <br />
And so, I become helpless in watching your mournful gaze. <br />
Your gestures of pain in your chest and head pierce my heart, <br />
How can I help to make this pain subside? <br />
I wish that I could bridge the gap, the distance, <br />
Instead of looking at you from afar. <br />
I know that you are someone I can’t have, <br />
You are not a mirage, but you come in my dreams, day and night, <br />
End this one-sided love I have, <br />
Would the gods bring us together at last, my love? <br />
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<b>About the Author</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSVXCImEr5WVVKsE-pCuBFGq7DKDmgt7pcGG4wwDb-fssgAOpFN5mZdCjp-PLVXz6BFHtCuVDAnFkFd8cumQciqpfCUTMrybkizJvZZ4Koude4DemUXlTHyQn2Ao1f4CsuQVhi9IK9neGSyWYbbN6OoXfC66wzUQb4rHH6RW7zi0-JyYVghB_pGFT-DY/s1239/Author%20Image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1239" data-original-width="1043" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSVXCImEr5WVVKsE-pCuBFGq7DKDmgt7pcGG4wwDb-fssgAOpFN5mZdCjp-PLVXz6BFHtCuVDAnFkFd8cumQciqpfCUTMrybkizJvZZ4Koude4DemUXlTHyQn2Ao1f4CsuQVhi9IK9neGSyWYbbN6OoXfC66wzUQb4rHH6RW7zi0-JyYVghB_pGFT-DY/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">When Marina left her home country she began to write her experiences living a life which was completely different from what she was used to. She became a nomad, visiting several countries where she never put down roots. My Thoughts Are Coloured Purple is the result of staying stuck in North America during the pandemic. She picked up her love of poems.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/My-Thoughts-Are-Coloured-Purple/dp/0228882311/ref=sr_1_1">https://www.amazon.com/My-Thoughts-Are-Coloured-Purple/dp/0228882311</a></div><br />
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I Think My Dog is Transgender <br /><br />
I think my dog might be transgender. <br />
But how am I supposed to tell? <br />
She lifts her leg when she pees and mounts other dogs as a display of dominance, <br />
Maybe that means little to nothing. I know another dog and though arthritis-ridden and old, she still tries to hump me when I sit on their couch. <br />
Again, <br />
How to tell? <br />
Again, <br />
How do we know? <br />
Again, <br />
They are animals, <br />
Incapable of speech, <br />
Incapable of grasping our humanly concept of gender. <br /><br />
What do I mean? <br />
*You remind me of breeding pairs*<br />
Yes, yes. Sexuality. Sexual relationships. The concept of conception. <br />
Sexuality is not gender, <br />
Gender is human made. <br />
Gender is being a man or a woman or something in between, neither or both. <br />
It is not the same as having testicles or ovaries—As we all know. <br />
Transgender, nonbinary, androgynous, genderqueer, gender nonconforming. <br />
Forgive me, I’m not in mourning, <br />
When you say sexuality used to be the same as gender. <br /><br />
It’s not anymore. <br />
It’s strange and it’s complex, <br />
It causes confusion in oneself, <br />
And every word in every text, <br />
That you send to your grandma, explaining what you are. <br />
It means decision and revision<br />
Until you’re tired. <br /><br />
But if animals could understand and vouch for such a thing, <br />
And weren’t scared of it like the furry thing is when there’s a chair in the wrong spot, <br />
Maybe my dog would want to be transgender. <br />
We have no way of knowing, therefore animals can’t choose. <br />
Nor can babies when they exit the womb. <br />
“Mama,” “Dada”—they label us at their first words, <br />
But we label them long before that. <br />
“It’s a boy!” the father cries with a burst of blue confetti, <br />
“It’s a girl!” to a ring of applause. <br />
I once heard someone say, “It’s not a gender reveal, it’s a genitalia reveal.” <br /><br />
Before the umbilical cord is severed, <br />
When baby is still part of surrogate, <br />
They are labeled and they are bound. <br />
They haven’t detached, become their own person, <br />
Their own human, <br />
Yet they are represented as a binary singular. <br /><br />
When will the detainment and constrainment of pink not pertain to a girl? <br />
When will baby blue not bespeak to a boy? <br />
Have a baby, <br />
Call them “they.” <br />
I wouldn’t have it another way, <br />
When gender is as acidic and corrosive as it is. <br /><br />
We choose for our creatures and our spawn, <br />
Because they are subhuman, sub-decision before they can talk. <br />
The decision comes from their privates, <br />
Just like in animals, <br />
And they must exist as thus. <br />
Therefore, choosing a gender besides what your reproductive organs are will always be the minority. <br /><br />
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLlVSDFY7BaQnGqM_kjeeOcZ69Sq9JbN-1PeXnZTcGO7hf-WpMONdk1YlFCDqDYVmoyMhi0DG1LoRvrIty4D7g0P0HH93vNnNuuJZH39nU584VRGWarvfWpuO7Cs_hVWbp5zph1xm6bP93OaetkrA8kZAH0rjel97Gpnu4pcboI5ya2Rq1OJfPIuBclg/s2600/BadHenry_KindleCover_4-19-2023_v1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2600" data-original-width="1679" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLlVSDFY7BaQnGqM_kjeeOcZ69Sq9JbN-1PeXnZTcGO7hf-WpMONdk1YlFCDqDYVmoyMhi0DG1LoRvrIty4D7g0P0HH93vNnNuuJZH39nU584VRGWarvfWpuO7Cs_hVWbp5zph1xm6bP93OaetkrA8kZAH0rjel97Gpnu4pcboI5ya2Rq1OJfPIuBclg/s320/BadHenry_KindleCover_4-19-2023_v1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Henry Louis Wallace terrorized Charlotte, North Carolina, from May 1992 to March 1994. Wallace preyed on lower economic class Black women between 17 and 35 years old. He knew most of his victims, some through his job at Taco Bell, and gained their trust with his friendly demeanor and gentle nature-concealing a monster fueled by drug abuse and rage against women.</div></blockquote><p><b>Read an Excerpt</b></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Carolyn Love Murder</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On June 15, 1992, Love left her apartment and went to work. Bojangles was close, so she walked. At work, she asked her manager if she could change ones for quarters, which she planned to use at the laundromat after her shift ended. The manager agreed and Caroline left work, walking home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the way, she ran into her cousin Robert who offered to drive her home. Love accepted. Robert watched as she entered the apartment. Earlier that day, Wallace was at the apartment because his girlfriend, Sadie McKnight, was Love’s girlfriend and roommate. McKnight had cleaned the apartment. She had left her house key on the wall. When McKnight was not looking, Wallace took the key, made a copy, and put it back on the wall without McKnight noticing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later that day, Wallace was driving around when he decided to stop at his girlfriend’s apartment. When Love arrived home, she was surprised to see Wallace in her apartment, but she was not worried. After all, Wallace was her friend, her roommate’s boyfriend. He was harmless, or so she thought. He had let himself into her apartment using the key he had made from the key owned by girlfriend Sadie McKnight. Wallace said he was in the bathroom and would leave as soon as he came out. When Wallace came out of the bathroom, he went into the living room where Caroline was watching television.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wallace came up to Love and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Love did not like it. She asked Wallace why he had kissed her. He did not really have a good answer. She told Wallace that if he promised not to do that again, she wouldn’t tell his girlfriend about it. Wallace blew up and attacked Love, violently putting her in a chokehold, which he would later describe to police as the “Boston choke.”</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwhIOMdjz2629pUdjo-eP56yzumAFgjV_Xzfs5qoxMmmL9IcSwSBjSDKUix56-LTPIbxR_NcmhmnnOsgOAFi1uIU9MR_ohUrQFgvmRK0sLBJ6AvfxDI-JUDhuY_xdi_OZ81BeZzGdRA5Hd7hdxhBaKAjjFFg4B_beohN1ccigqiYp8CFf0FgPvEzlcEc/s2980/author%20image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2263" data-original-width="2980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwhIOMdjz2629pUdjo-eP56yzumAFgjV_Xzfs5qoxMmmL9IcSwSBjSDKUix56-LTPIbxR_NcmhmnnOsgOAFi1uIU9MR_ohUrQFgvmRK0sLBJ6AvfxDI-JUDhuY_xdi_OZ81BeZzGdRA5Hd7hdxhBaKAjjFFg4B_beohN1ccigqiYp8CFf0FgPvEzlcEc/s320/author%20image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ron Chepesiuk is an optioned screenwriter, documentary producer and the award-winning author of more than 40 books. He is a former professor and head of the Archives at Winthrop University in South Carolina. He is a two-time Fulbright Scholar to Indonesia and Bangladesh and a former instructor in UCLA's Extension Journalism Department.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His articles, which number in the thousands, have appeared in such publications as FHM, USA Today, Black Enterprise, Woman's World, Modern Maturity, New York Times Syndicate, Toronto Star, Los Angeles Times Syndicate, Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, among others. His documentary on Frank Matthews, legendary drug Kingpin, which he produced and directed, won the Silver Doc award at the Las Vegas International Film Festival. Four of his screenplays are currently in development for feature movies and four of his books have been optioned for movies. His script Death Fences was the grand winner of the Amsterdam, Holland-based 2019 New Visions International Film Festival.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As an expert in crime history, he is a consultant to the Gangland TV series the and has been interviewed on numerous TV programs, including Discovery, NBC Dateline, History, Biography, ID, Reelz, Black Entertainment Television, Starz, and TV 1. As a journalist, Ron has reported from more than thirty-five countries, including Cuba, Northern Ireland, Colombia, Kenya, Hong Kong, and Nepal, and his 16, 000 plus interviews include such luminaries as Gerry Adams, Yasser Arafat, John Kerry, Evander Holyfield, Jimmy Carter, Andy McDow, Abbie Hoffman, a former president of Nicaragua, and three former presidents and two vice presidents of Colombia, South America.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ron is also radio host of CRIME BEAT Radio Show. The Crime Beat show has been on the air since January 2011 and has listeners in 160 plus countries. Guests have included Robert Kennedy, Jr., Henry Hill, Noam Chomsky, George Jung, Joe Piston (aka Donnie Brasco), F. Lee Bailey and Chris Kyle, American sniper</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ronchepesiuk.com/">Website</a></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">“How long will the trip last? I thought I would be in Transcendental amazement by now.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Michael was a little shocked. “Ron, we have only been driving for 2 hours.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Michael explained to him that they would drive US 80 until they reached the borders of Nebraska and Wyoming, so he had to settle in. The corn fields were right down the road. Passing the corn fields, Ron observed how peaceful everything was. Michael suggested they pull over and park the car for a while.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While just sitting in the car, Ron saw two figures in the field, a man, and a woman. They suddenly disappeared among the corn and, from above, you could see the corn stalks shake violently. Ron chuckled.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Oh God, looks like those people are doing it! It almost looks like he is doing it to the corn stalk!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Michael tried to change the subject, “Look at those birds” he said, quickly. Ron was still caught up in his imagination. A few moments passed as Michael tried to rest his eyes and prepare for the next stretch of road. Suddenly he heard Ron crinkling a wrapper to a candy bar, which jarred him back to the moment. Michael sat listening to Ron crunch; he nearly threw it out the window.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Can you not chew so loud, Ron?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Sorry. I love these things.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A moment passed; the corn stalks were calm now.</div><br />
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<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3W0_WUd9sc_6hOSOGDzamnoJrEnD63V0qbhiNLmJmAMqT2BZpQ9kA-N9J9Kb57RHrcXIuT1zZKq2Tqp15nL7vvS5nZ7_zwa1FsPPMLUXf23KAEadLIyycLAGwDB5_O8MDhn0Sg9rvzxbnqacojqaFAaI6Er7sEjtRqhJTTww6J1HZqpChA53VqvS/s5184/Author%20LJ%20Ambrosio%20Final%20Portrait.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3W0_WUd9sc_6hOSOGDzamnoJrEnD63V0qbhiNLmJmAMqT2BZpQ9kA-N9J9Kb57RHrcXIuT1zZKq2Tqp15nL7vvS5nZ7_zwa1FsPPMLUXf23KAEadLIyycLAGwDB5_O8MDhn0Sg9rvzxbnqacojqaFAaI6Er7sEjtRqhJTTww6J1HZqpChA53VqvS/s320/Author%20LJ%20Ambrosio%20Final%20Portrait.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Louis J. Ambrosio ran one of the most nurturing bi-coastal talent agencies in Los Angeles and New York. He started his career as a theatrical producer, running two major regional theaters for eight seasons. Ambrosio taught at seven universities. Ambrosio also distinguished himself as an award-winning film producer and novelist over the course of his impressive career.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjkP3lKkqO-WbUbKGLorf0JNjnj-hN8L7K55qctxeMaJfiwQXMeHU6DeG2e0uaszWe3k0xRhIuGFhppyKphq9C18c8dUEABI8GkbSSwOiMr_sh86qOd6bHnqJSDd_GAehK_-aR-V0iyHyWNIB_W2hxcOlMwxz3sapc_E9Oe20P_N9vJq1G8Z3CUgE/s2700/BookCover_Signed.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1804" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjkP3lKkqO-WbUbKGLorf0JNjnj-hN8L7K55qctxeMaJfiwQXMeHU6DeG2e0uaszWe3k0xRhIuGFhppyKphq9C18c8dUEABI8GkbSSwOiMr_sh86qOd6bHnqJSDd_GAehK_-aR-V0iyHyWNIB_W2hxcOlMwxz3sapc_E9Oe20P_N9vJq1G8Z3CUgE/s320/BookCover_Signed.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's time to get serious and start preparing to take your football talents to the next level. But understanding the multiple recruiting pathways and signing to a postsecondary football program can be challenging. Don't worry, though . . . Coach Burris of IRONWILL Football will help guide you through the recruiting process.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Signed is a guide for Canadian football players in Grades 9 to 12 who aspire to play post-secondary football. Coach Burris gives you the football recruiting blueprint so you can make informed recruiting decisions for your future.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With a dedicated chapter for parents, Signed breaks down everything you need to begin your journey toward the U Sports, NCAA, Junior football, CEGEP, and Junior college.</div></blockquote><div><br /></div>
<b>Read an Excerpt</b><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Canadian prep high school</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another option that is becoming popular for high school players is attending a Canadian prep high school. You might be asking yourself, “What is a prep school?” Well, it’s a high school football program that focuses on preparing student athletes academically and athletically to Setting the Tone 10 play at the NCAA or U Sports level. In addition, prep high school helps the student athlete prepare to write the SAT, and to achieve the academic entrance requirements to attend an NCAA and/or U Sports program.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason Canadian players are starting to play at prep high schools is that games are played against American high schools. This provides a lot of exposure opportunities and the chance to play at a higher level of high school competition.</div>
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">High school prep schools play good competition and that’s what the US college coaches look for when it comes to Canadian kids. They don’t know if they can play American ball. So that gives them a platform, for real.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">~Justin Sambu</div><div style="text-align: justify;">University of Maine</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Canadian Prep School Alumni</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What you need to know</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">• There are fees involved in attending Canadian prep high school.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">• If you will live out of your home province, you will need to find room and board unless the school has arrangements.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">• You will require a passport to travel to the United States.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Benefits of a Canadian prep high school</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The following are potential benefits of prep high school, depending on what type of high school football experience you want:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Academic learning in a small-class setting</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. The opportunity to play against American high school teams</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Increased exposure, because games are played in the United States against American high school football teams</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. The opportunity to gain experience playing American rules football</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Opportunities for NCAA scholarships or U Sports offers</div><br />
About the Author:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qtqS4-K1npZjvwGFgrUOrDnnf2T6a3XL0B_lUh2WQmnorF2UHrksOAf49D4fZEUH22ly10a8W27zRNq3Jydim1KunknDrpkKtMNl15QT3-4rZPbM3U1b12wTB-GfXUOEJKOFGqCfjUTG0A0xKtLORG5VSRKV51EmAxXb1MU6IEQ_8ybCXFWBtJ11/s2749/Author%20Image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2749" data-original-width="1912" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qtqS4-K1npZjvwGFgrUOrDnnf2T6a3XL0B_lUh2WQmnorF2UHrksOAf49D4fZEUH22ly10a8W27zRNq3Jydim1KunknDrpkKtMNl15QT3-4rZPbM3U1b12wTB-GfXUOEJKOFGqCfjUTG0A0xKtLORG5VSRKV51EmAxXb1MU6IEQ_8ybCXFWBtJ11/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Coach Tim Burris is a former U Sports student athlete and is a Vanier Cup Champion. He has coached at the U Sports level and has over a decade of coaching experience ranging from bantam level to the university level. Coach Tim Burris has worked with more than a thousand players across Canada. He also had the honor of coaching on the Alberta U18 Team for three years, in addition to running his football performance camps and defensive line academy program.</div>
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<div id="hzViewer" style="background: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: auto; left: 5px; line-height: 0px; opacity: 1; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px 5px; pointer-events: none; position: absolute; top: 1419px; visibility: visible; width: auto; z-index: 2147483647;"></div>Edgar Gerikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13777708416720484595noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146357175026216773.post-70258731668460051962023-05-15T02:30:00.001-04:002023-05-15T02:30:00.143-04:00Reflections on the Boulevard by L.J. Ambrosio - Cover Reveal and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrpwezl_oIWHYhpwCRrsIbQTq5B1QKA2cHYvjaiMfvHe0GA_jx2-sW2ZeN6XfaI-xcNDSWOsAIJJq30Io5oY2Uxr9MjJTp5ZmMd7DVIAdzyC4C5laukll5ffVlJ0nLOVWOXoYhjxzhw524o-1yXFQTpg1PbholfsU-j2zADZLWlakH1blNkVqtLATJw/s1200/Tour%20Banner_Reflections%20on%20the%20Boulevard_cover%20reveal%20w%20cover.gif" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrpwezl_oIWHYhpwCRrsIbQTq5B1QKA2cHYvjaiMfvHe0GA_jx2-sW2ZeN6XfaI-xcNDSWOsAIJJq30Io5oY2Uxr9MjJTp5ZmMd7DVIAdzyC4C5laukll5ffVlJ0nLOVWOXoYhjxzhw524o-1yXFQTpg1PbholfsU-j2zADZLWlakH1blNkVqtLATJw/s400/Tour%20Banner_Reflections%20on%20the%20Boulevard_cover%20reveal%20w%20cover.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This post is part of a virtual book tour to reveal the cover of REFLECTIONS ON THE BOULEVARD, the second book in the <b>Reflections of Michael Trilogy</b>, organized by <a href="http://www.goddessfish.com">Goddess Fish Promotions</a>. Enter the Rafflecopter for a chance to win a $10 Amazon/BN GC or an autographed copy of the book. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9T1L0y08LYiEH06jkuOnPdO41V0InCwNW0Coy5OLqlxy1Ds3IgB6xWZQcpAXprZZH7P9evkVtQ3HXNdj0U5hcpLUiJTuHDfleMCufeHrDwqu_bUS71c9z4S_j8nc4AENdVyYe1FougaudjGda3c6d-DWvh2-5hHsFVrlqPO9N0JHB0ui1w08d9Iqp/s1200/BookCover_Reflections%20on%20the%20Boulevard.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9T1L0y08LYiEH06jkuOnPdO41V0InCwNW0Coy5OLqlxy1Ds3IgB6xWZQcpAXprZZH7P9evkVtQ3HXNdj0U5hcpLUiJTuHDfleMCufeHrDwqu_bUS71c9z4S_j8nc4AENdVyYe1FougaudjGda3c6d-DWvh2-5hHsFVrlqPO9N0JHB0ui1w08d9Iqp/s320/BookCover_Reflections%20on%20the%20Boulevard.jpg" /></a></div><blockquote style="text-align: center;">Michael's story continues from "A Reservoir Man" (2022) where we find him teaching at a university ready to retire. He unexpectedly meets a young man named Ron who becomes his protégé and journeys with him in a haphazard adventure throughout America and Europe. In Michael's final journey in life, each twist and turn of the road brings unexpected adventures. The journey taken is one of joy, friendship, and discovery.</blockquote><br /><br />
<b>About the Author</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TRBkv_79AD2Ly-wtXp4UOxzvRImhusFhGEiAxSzTeXbNq9NxULKYjRbPOhWAoypcVSd3NPm1wtgyKIZdRpE1vyENI8llVDBWa3ylES0LpyXbIQqbdYdq7L-K431FiU3lKJJQssRauYI46bgJs6ZF2ahyCsY63Lv-qxDEDSyiyiw8OuR919WyMJI9/s5184/Author%20LJ%20Ambrosio%20Final%20Portrait.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TRBkv_79AD2Ly-wtXp4UOxzvRImhusFhGEiAxSzTeXbNq9NxULKYjRbPOhWAoypcVSd3NPm1wtgyKIZdRpE1vyENI8llVDBWa3ylES0LpyXbIQqbdYdq7L-K431FiU3lKJJQssRauYI46bgJs6ZF2ahyCsY63Lv-qxDEDSyiyiw8OuR919WyMJI9/s320/Author%20LJ%20Ambrosio%20Final%20Portrait.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Louis J. Ambrosio ran one of the most nurturing bi-coastal talent agencies in Los Angeles and New York. He started his career as a theatrical producer, running two major regional theaters for eight seasons. Ambrosio taught at seven universities. Ambrosio also distinguished himself as an award-winning film producer and novelist over the course of his impressive career.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter was born with achondroplasia or dwarfism. He dreamed of becoming an actor his entire life. Yet, in the world of theater and film, there are very few roles for people with dwarfism. They are usually offered jobs as clowns or leprechauns. After finishing school, Peter could not get even a single proper role as an actor. Since he needed to make a living, he found a low-paying position processing applications. Peter spent six years at this job and was constantly depressed and drunk on the weekends. At the age of 29, on one of his sober days, he promised himself that he would find work as an actor, and it did not matter where. He got a role in a play in a small theater. This role led to another under the direction of the same playwright. That one, in turn, led to another, and so on. Peter never again processed applications.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You may recognized Peter Dinklage as Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones, one of the most popular television series of all time. The day Dinklage decided to quit the job he hated, his heart pounded in his chest out of fear about the future. In his early years, he endured a lot of criticism and failure, but gradually, Dinklage built his brilliant acting career.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So what are you waiting for?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you work 8–10 hours per day and commute to and from work for about 90 minutes, you will spend more than 75% of your adult life either sleeping or working.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life is short. If you have a dream, the best moment to start making it a reality was yesterday. The next best moment is today.</div><br /><b>About the Author:</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYha2QyfPgf_Op2uO_j9FUQsJFKbkYt1OaXM82L7pPXL3W9FKHnsAI0YMireHi2of1ffswn_OCV9Mb03NXr4tz1Fmf-LRtS5aIqSydbx4uIFO2xAreg8JY-IUMGe-IkWpXszkL0U2Ba25ko6Hq3ZNXC5PMTh9BB6PUBX--Gjq56MY0JxyZilrGh73/s3072/author%20image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYha2QyfPgf_Op2uO_j9FUQsJFKbkYt1OaXM82L7pPXL3W9FKHnsAI0YMireHi2of1ffswn_OCV9Mb03NXr4tz1Fmf-LRtS5aIqSydbx4uIFO2xAreg8JY-IUMGe-IkWpXszkL0U2Ba25ko6Hq3ZNXC5PMTh9BB6PUBX--Gjq56MY0JxyZilrGh73/s320/author%20image.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Misha Saidov, a life performance coach and author, is the founder of IMCP (Institute of Metacognitive Programming) and Think Meta, a coaching company that conducts 4000+ client sessions per month.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was Remembrance Day. Maxwell and the council were attending the ceremony in Avalon at the epitaph in front of the Circle. It was dedicated to all magical beings who had died or been experimented on during the war. This year, compared to his other twelve, Maxwell had a deeper appreciation for why Canadians paused to remember the dead every year and honoured the service of those who had survived. Maxwell was standing between war veterans. Wizards who played their own part in helping to defeat Hitler. They were not only there to remember the lives lost, but also why the war was waged in the first place. To safeguard in memory and commit to never again seeing such bloodshed. Never again would one madman plunge the world into war.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maxwell was haunted by something Oscar had said. “It’s all happening again.”</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpYHQJEu2IQi8gYpSejwfvVymGSdVSufEEzcgypMIFMMdx1wSQzQQe5KuRW-FppZz1_hWqdUaowqFWoXl5-vHmWqeU_ixqX0vSjd8X-nIZxjnSgfhvg_mVhZcx6Iu-nXUjMQQgJCNG2vLuTeuCacdfF7Vlxxn-UMPQ9-LLvR8zkCowDYG_Ngtc1aX/s2191/author%20image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2191" data-original-width="1846" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpYHQJEu2IQi8gYpSejwfvVymGSdVSufEEzcgypMIFMMdx1wSQzQQe5KuRW-FppZz1_hWqdUaowqFWoXl5-vHmWqeU_ixqX0vSjd8X-nIZxjnSgfhvg_mVhZcx6Iu-nXUjMQQgJCNG2vLuTeuCacdfF7Vlxxn-UMPQ9-LLvR8zkCowDYG_Ngtc1aX/s320/author%20image.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paul Smith is an author who was born and raised in British Columbia and now lives in Newfoundland and Labrador. He is an avid dog lover and former nurse who now lives with PTSD.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Stretching out the stiffness, my joints pop and crackle. One of the problems with lying in cold-sleep: you wake up feeling like arthritis has set in. With the synthetic dopamine and endorphins fading, I’d probably just want to curl up somewhere but good old synthphenethylamine’s still getting me going. A few seconds more for the upload of the quasi-intelligent virus to the ship’s system to finish.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Speaking of risks, getting caught with QI tech would see me court-martialed and spaced before any appeal notice could reach Earth. But this gig is worth it; it’s not for the thrill, it’s for what the payoff will get me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Upload complete. And the ship’s systems stop registering our unscheduled revival.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A quick check back through the records shows all evidence of disruption to the normal cold-sleep routine has been erased. My little QI viral hitchhiker is back safe in the link-key, its work done for now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, a full virtual forensic check, stripping away every level of the programming and examining the source code, will make my tampering as obvious as a cometary impact. But the QI virus has laid the same evidence trail to each of the eighteen crew, four officers, and one hundred thousand passengers on board.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you can’t hide your crime, make sure the evidence points to someone else. Better yet, everyone else.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For now, we’re ghosts aboard a sleeping ship.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoN9S8nIP0WWmCyl6OuoAAH-cbHfFSSTsUc3lM7swHayp14M8EI36auyr0a4uKXZB8OxPmbTWbSwpUATksNf5En_78r-FYJDkOrUMaPrue0aR-WLnWm1abaVq6ioc_MnuD6Lanbk63uH4qDLunX69cbUykSBa7lYuWoaWcA3TvAoIWI48xMCoWXQT/s1280/author%20image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1009" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoN9S8nIP0WWmCyl6OuoAAH-cbHfFSSTsUc3lM7swHayp14M8EI36auyr0a4uKXZB8OxPmbTWbSwpUATksNf5En_78r-FYJDkOrUMaPrue0aR-WLnWm1abaVq6ioc_MnuD6Lanbk63uH4qDLunX69cbUykSBa7lYuWoaWcA3TvAoIWI48xMCoWXQT/s320/author%20image.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Brit now living in the Scandinavian wilds of Denmark with his wife and half-Viking kids, Luke worked as a Criminal Barrister in and around London for over a decade dealing with everything from minor theft cases to a real life axe murder and everything in between. Thanks to parents in the military he grew up being dragged around the world--while living in the Far East he picked up a love for the martial arts which continues to this day, as he passes on what he’s learned to a select dojo of students. Cold Sleep is his third novel. His first was Amazon cyberpunk bestseller Mercury’s Son, his second a UK set supernatural suspense novel 3:33 AM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">At long last, Erick turns to me and exhales dramatically. “How about we take a little drive, and I bring you up to speed?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What am I going to say? First and foremost, I’m a diehard snoop. I absolutely have to know what’s going on. “Sure, Sheriff Harper. I can’t wait to be ushered into the inner circle.” My snarky tone is not lost on my intelligent boyfriend.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Don’t get a burr under your saddle, Moon. It’s all good, I promise.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He grabs his thick uniform jacket, takes my hand, and leads me out to his cruiser.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As he opens the door for me, a cloud of sadness blows over me. Is this my last time riding in the cruiser with the sheriff? What is he going to do next? And more importantly, where is he going to do it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He closes the door, jogs around the front of the vehicle — making his plain uniform look like an Armani European-cut suit — and hops into the driver’s seat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He cruises down Main Street, past Rex’s Drugstore, the boarded up Montgomery Wards, and a few other abandoned buildings whose signs have long-faded. When the iron ore mines shut down, most of Birch County took a massive financial hit. Towns like Pin Cherry Harbor have been able to keep afloat by repositioning themselves as enviable tourist destinations.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sheriff turns right and heads across Third Avenue, past my favorite patisserie, and right again, eventually making it back to First Avenue.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We’re only a few blocks past my bookshop, back on the corner of First and Main, when he turns into an old gas station. This particular abandoned petrol station played a key part in a previous case I solved, and I happen to know it used to belong to local criminal mastermind Leticia Whitecloud. Not to mention, it connects to a warren of underground tunnels used during the prohibition era.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite the little pout I’m having, my curiosity is piqued.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Erick jumps out, opens my door, and instructs me to close my eyes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Close my eyes? I don’t think I like any part of this, Sheriff. You do know I have quite a lot of other senses I can rely on, even when my eyes are closed.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He circles his arm around me, leans tantalizingly close, and whispers in my ear. “I’d consider it a personal favor if you would turn off all of those other senses, and let me have this moment. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I’m dead</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PnE52s5LmwdDSCUUIhbBhnjVIFK4pPGewTcc_r9ICetaObOdsgLVu7XPjMbRK8imPXDaDJ98z-FgCbCChfSNdunv7aSbdSFEzgxYP5dZQFywgqk997Yfs0KzzI1a4UuAGZNwoLj-Uvum9UAaMd2ih01_0AoDw6Wp6IZOa2LcaHfYOFqyaICrnJwE/s400/author%20image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PnE52s5LmwdDSCUUIhbBhnjVIFK4pPGewTcc_r9ICetaObOdsgLVu7XPjMbRK8imPXDaDJ98z-FgCbCChfSNdunv7aSbdSFEzgxYP5dZQFywgqk997Yfs0KzzI1a4UuAGZNwoLj-Uvum9UAaMd2ih01_0AoDw6Wp6IZOa2LcaHfYOFqyaICrnJwE/s320/author%20image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">USA TODAY Bestselling author Trixie Silvertale grew up reading an endless supply of Lilian Jackson Braun, Hardy Boys, and Nancy Drew novels. She loves the amateur sleuths in cozy mysteries and obsesses about all things paranormal. Those two passions unite in her Harper and Moon Investigations series, and she's thrilled to write them and share them with you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bQ7utf8ve4ii7kker_Oc9XCxbC8WLHNyljVNshLpGIKXMFZ_x88bm2SJmTGBOrihfbGZOXfYC1sevj3G-6lO34VWzs4IlBDp-L3pYTzqaqCjBang_j_J1fj0_uAEs0VBtoMeFsudAmquSuoZ54EQeW1vd0Nz9qKRjymnIWDHQTBiKV8Khj0lyi-C/s1650/BookCover_The%20Menagerie.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1199" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bQ7utf8ve4ii7kker_Oc9XCxbC8WLHNyljVNshLpGIKXMFZ_x88bm2SJmTGBOrihfbGZOXfYC1sevj3G-6lO34VWzs4IlBDp-L3pYTzqaqCjBang_j_J1fj0_uAEs0VBtoMeFsudAmquSuoZ54EQeW1vd0Nz9qKRjymnIWDHQTBiKV8Khj0lyi-C/s320/BookCover_The%20Menagerie.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">FranÇoise-AthÉnaÏs de Rochechouart de Mortemart had to have Louis, King of France, but his other mistresses stood in the way. Then she meets the very helpful sorceress and AthÉnaÏs gets her wish. But soon Louis hears tales of witchcraft and poison, a conspiracy spreading through his court—like the beasts in the Versailles menagerie, courtesans are clawing their way to his favor, and his bed. He orders Lieutenant General of Police Gabriel-Nicolas de la Reynie to investigate. Mysterious deaths mount while La Reynie presses on, hauling in witches, charlatans, and the nobility alike. Grimy fingers point to AthÉnaÏs, the King's mistress, with whispers of a black mass celebrated over her naked body. Then La Reynie discovers a plot to kill her.</div></blockquote><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">For Gabriel-Nicolas de La Reynie, the Poisons Affair began in such an ordinary way, routine. Or it should have been routine. La Reynie had been Lieutenant-General of Police exactly one day and here was a body. His first.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And he really had no clue what to do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Zut alors!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La Reynie had been a judge with quiet chambers and a library filled with the classics, Greek and Roman philosophers always there to calm his mind and steady his hand. But then he was appointed to the newly created post by His Majesty, charged with transforming Paris from a wretched, stinking, dangerous place into a modern city. He had been studying, planning for weeks: clean the garbage out of the streets, catch the criminals, install lanterns to chase away the shadows and make the night safe. La Reynie’s predecessor, the Criminal Lieutenant, had been killed by robbers; then the Civil Lieutenant also died, quite possibly by poison. Now La Reynie had to replace both.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He was meeting with Sergeant Dupont to discuss the street lanterns when they were urgently summoned. “Poison!” cried the citizens, who led them to a scene of tangled bedclothes, stench of vomit and bloody diarrhea, the corpse’s face grimacing in agony. The black robed doctor was putting away his implements preparing to leave.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La Reynie glanced at the door—the weeping family had been exiled from the room—and asked, “Doctor, we were summoned here with a claim this death is suspicious. Do you believe that to be the case?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The doctor gazed at the body, his wrinkled face a puzzle. “The symptoms are consistent with arsenic poisoning, but—”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“But?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He sighed. “If it was arsenic, the poisoner was very careless.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Monsieur?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“It could be arsenicum, rat poison. If arsenic is consumed on an empty stomach, symptoms are immediate and death soon. If taken with food, the signs are less immediately apparent and death delayed, but inevitable. I have heard that to avoid suspicion, arsenic should be administered over several weeks. The victim grows ill, and weak, and finally succumbs. The symptoms are not as obvious and the cause difficult to detect.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La Reynie turned to Dupont. Surely, he would know how to handle this. “Sergeant? Your opinion?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dupont, portly and stolid, shrugged. “The relatives claim the widow was unfaithful, and besides, she detested her husband.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“And that is all? No other proof?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“This is the third suspicious death this month. Same symptoms.” He looked at La Reynie with an inquiring eyebrow as if to say, don’t you know what to do?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La Reynie turned to the doctor. “Is it at all possible to prove it was poison?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The doctor sighed and looked at La Reynie with a condescending smile. “No, monsieur, not conclusively.” He shut his little bag and walked out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La Reynie looked back down at the body. Merde. Should he warn the King?</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRsjMx7AzC2evBm_ceQ_AUBP6v8ugkprilm_E8jYg8m3_uLnb8BjzDJtvaShmKPdKVeSuYDVnbin9PCNcXxD6jaYW5f8M-Sji__KKW2S3r19WHjcnEbJdVswBEUgj9Gm0nXyeIXeS7p9S53o49cw3J_Bi85qM0zTaYhm_0IUTBjSdIbvtrBUbRO5e/s321/photo.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="229" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRsjMx7AzC2evBm_ceQ_AUBP6v8ugkprilm_E8jYg8m3_uLnb8BjzDJtvaShmKPdKVeSuYDVnbin9PCNcXxD6jaYW5f8M-Sji__KKW2S3r19WHjcnEbJdVswBEUgj9Gm0nXyeIXeS7p9S53o49cw3J_Bi85qM0zTaYhm_0IUTBjSdIbvtrBUbRO5e/s320/photo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Judy Willmore is a former journalist, then private investigator, and now a psychotherapist who practices in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Her historical mystery The Menagerie was published in 2021 by Artemesia Press, and she is now working on a sequel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The book is on sale for only $0.99.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSKh5_ONYExA0kWStZ-N2Vir6_gGW6Ob7C_WSfGwTJj81DV71iCQoYoK7aixiSOiueRKergUwkLAlokO4NtPk7dCzOvijhuD-H_Eh7oGa2pFUYVkOq0DFvldJrkwWl6Y28sRJMB-xwxWAzYNy6UuQ6o25Ys2nnWuMSw36gdT-TEteExdIDA-34bs8/s2700/BookCover_The%20Metaphysical%20Detective%20high%20res.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSKh5_ONYExA0kWStZ-N2Vir6_gGW6Ob7C_WSfGwTJj81DV71iCQoYoK7aixiSOiueRKergUwkLAlokO4NtPk7dCzOvijhuD-H_Eh7oGa2pFUYVkOq0DFvldJrkwWl6Y28sRJMB-xwxWAzYNy6UuQ6o25Ys2nnWuMSw36gdT-TEteExdIDA-34bs8/s320/BookCover_The%20Metaphysical%20Detective%20high%20res.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Midlife Magic and Murder... and a Dog Named Dog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When Riga Hayworth finds her new client dead, she smells a setup of metaphysical proportions. Now, to find a killer, Riga must travel from San Francisco to the underworld of Greek mythology... and make it back alive.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Donovan, Vinnie, Pen and Brigitte – the story that started it all. The Metaphysical Detective is the prequel to the Riga Hayworth series. If you like Gen-X, no-nonsense heroines and supernatural with your mystery, you’ll love The Metaphysical Detective.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Buy this quirky paranormal women’s fiction and explore the magical world of Riga Hayworth today!</div></blockquote><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">He fingered a tendril of auburn hair that had escaped her ponytail and fallen across her cheek. “Your expressions are as changeable as the clouds. What were you just thinking?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He was close enough now for her to feel the heat from his body, and the forest stilled. Her being filled with a fevered waiting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A woman laughed, her voice a raucous cawing, and Riga blinked. A party of hikers tramped along the trail beneath them. Someone below made a joke about mountain lions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Riga relaxed onto her elbow. “I was thinking about an old movie called The Bishop’s Wife – the original version with David Niven and Cary Grant and Loretta Young.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Good movie,” he said. “It had a wine bottle that magically refilled itself. Port, I think. A bit sweet for my tastes, but this port was –” He stopped at Riga’s look. “What?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nonplussed, she stared. “You’ve just… taken my conversational thread in a completely different direction.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Sorry. You wanted to say something else about the movie?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Forget it.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“No really, go on.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“No.” Riga struggled not to laugh. “I don’t want to anymore.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He sighed. “Okay. Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything about the wine bottle, even though it is the best part of the movie. You said you were thinking of The Bishop’s Wife. And I said, ‘really?’”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Okay. What I was thinking was how sad it was that when the angel left, nobody remembered he’d ever been there and caused all those miracles to happen in their lives. They thought they’d just done it on their own.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Donovan nodded. “I don’t think it mattered that the characters didn’t remember him. Their lives had been changed. Perhaps it was best they thought that they’d done it themselves.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I suppose,” Riga said, unconvinced. “But the movie was true in one sense – that’s the nature of the metaphysical experience. You can’t hold onto the experience. It comes and goes in a flash. You understand deep in your soul that something marvelous has happened, but you’ll never be able to prove or explain it.”</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xl1ydEqzMe5RGj0R9t_qWcTNj_EUt66i3e3sxQMVEeUoFOMv8Hnbur5Bl-WD9n5F_mjBxdmhTErTp3ZrGxpviskKnzh-rrBmWZXzA63Suxx_xfnacoO0GiUJ3A1mav4_4kJXuWaI24hy3bKumn9f88INF8FVZuRHyVOI50Bp_UQlEzMC0gmht9M1/s3185/Author%20Image.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="3185" data-original-width="3185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xl1ydEqzMe5RGj0R9t_qWcTNj_EUt66i3e3sxQMVEeUoFOMv8Hnbur5Bl-WD9n5F_mjBxdmhTErTp3ZrGxpviskKnzh-rrBmWZXzA63Suxx_xfnacoO0GiUJ3A1mav4_4kJXuWaI24hy3bKumn9f88INF8FVZuRHyVOI50Bp_UQlEzMC0gmht9M1/s320/Author%20Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kirsten Weiss conjures up action-packed witch mysteries based on contemporary and historical magical practices. Her witchy heroines aren’t perfect (and neither are their familiars), but they’re smart, they struggle, and they succeed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kirsten writes in a house high on a hill in the Colorado woods and occasionally ventures out for wine and chocolate. She is best known for her Doyle Witch and Riga Hayworth paranormal mystery books. Are you ready to be enchanted? Just turn the page and… voila!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<div id="hzViewer" style="background: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: auto; left: 5px; line-height: 0px; opacity: 1; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px 5px; pointer-events: none; position: absolute; top: 1775px; visibility: visible; width: auto; z-index: 2147483647;"></div>Edgar Gerikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13777708416720484595noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146357175026216773.post-87156031613681437542023-01-30T02:30:00.001-04:002023-01-30T02:30:00.184-04:00Love All by Liza Malloy - Book Blast and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="about:blank" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOWF5MzDYR52KkVaHm3wqzqiBFJyW-lnsO2CKkpcwpyrirKwWZq-ssqpgBE9nWOrY1ot_7pq6QUkKGJ_c_15cHG1myouuaJq-vtY9ix4kozTd4IPLVL-_OFFNCmLFZNUOpkgI9ETI2mhxNae3-AWkEWuQOie2PQvasZ6mcy-_p7uTYV6Uk8bcs-jD/s400/TourBanner-Love%20All.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by <a href="http://www.goddessfish.com">Goddess Fish Promotions</a>. Liza Malloy will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXz_i3ZOaJV4Tj0YCAO_4wX9Zr3F_4FyfddiKj0W129o2tFX6jG1IcmZLvact8ltZ2aZrjM8veqHbzrD-APklPlmmtbmGE317CshUGNSgRC9UULdArHs4gWse0rTatAoLS6I1536kA21fApNUzVPgUuM73ap_Y0xlp_-d3hQjTT-GuZJq13rlQM6em/s2630/BookCover_Love%20all%2011-13.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2630" data-original-width="1560" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXz_i3ZOaJV4Tj0YCAO_4wX9Zr3F_4FyfddiKj0W129o2tFX6jG1IcmZLvact8ltZ2aZrjM8veqHbzrD-APklPlmmtbmGE317CshUGNSgRC9UULdArHs4gWse0rTatAoLS6I1536kA21fApNUzVPgUuM73ap_Y0xlp_-d3hQjTT-GuZJq13rlQM6em/s320/BookCover_Love%20all%2011-13.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">College students Nate and Olivia are a perfect match on the courts—and in the sheets. Everywhere else, they’re polar opposites and sworn enemies. But as the chemistry builds, a figure from Olivia’s past unexpectedly pops back into her life and the couple realizes they have more in common than they thought. Are these star-crossed lovers doomed to repeat their parents’ mistakes, or can they build a life together once the final set is played?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This book is a standalone, steamy, new adult/college, sports romance, 77k words. Tropes include enemies to lovers, he falls first, and billionaire.</div></blockquote><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Olivia stopped abruptly and I nearly slammed into her chest as she swiveled to face me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I don’t get it,” she said. “Last night, you couldn’t have been less interested. And now you’re threatening to stalk me?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hadn’t expected that. “Not interested? I am the picture of interested when it comes to you. You just caught me off guard last night. I’m used to this—to you hating me. So when you suddenly seemed to be coming on to me, I just wanted to make sure it was for real and that you weren’t being forced to seduce me by some brilliant terrorist. Despite what you think about all of us guys, consent still matters to most of us.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to piece together everything I’d just said. “I don’t hate you.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“You’ve literally told me you hate me at least a dozen times.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t. You’re annoying and arrogant and entitled and demanding and self-absorbed and—”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Olivia,” I interrupted. “You started to tell me that you don’t hate me, but all of these words suggest otherwise.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That earned me a half smile.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“You frustrate me. But I think I could see us being friends. Except…”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Except you want to jump my bones every time you see me?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She scowled.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_CVikd7uVQIE83ZjfLgfcMc_A-fYHNyvFQyPhLPC00spo-klsce2x3_5jTw2HR-PIlwkrO8AVFZJblhZ73a0MulPs8sYHA_TJ49ZxJzpQa2Wk5Qkvaa-Ob-1N6aZQuucNt_IXcOa3QKIofnyNxbv3Pf2rN1hnb7SSF5dKEha2ZpuusT-mZwT3qqF/s944/Author%20Image.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="738" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_CVikd7uVQIE83ZjfLgfcMc_A-fYHNyvFQyPhLPC00spo-klsce2x3_5jTw2HR-PIlwkrO8AVFZJblhZ73a0MulPs8sYHA_TJ49ZxJzpQa2Wk5Qkvaa-Ob-1N6aZQuucNt_IXcOa3QKIofnyNxbv3Pf2rN1hnb7SSF5dKEha2ZpuusT-mZwT3qqF/s320/Author%20Image.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liza Malloy writes contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She’s a sucker for alpha males, bad boys, dimples, and muscles, and she can’t resist a man in uniform. Liza loves creating worlds where her heroine discovers her own strength and finds her Happily Ever After. When Liza isn’t reading or writing torrid love stories, she’s a practicing attorney. Her other passions include gummy bears, jelly beans, and the occasional marathon. She lives in the Midwest with her four daughters and her own Prince Charming.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<b>Read an Excerpt</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">“In this year, 2125, alcohol is still promoted and consumed in large quantities by a generous portion of the world. In the years before, an organisation who called themselves The AAF tried to stop this crippling society drug. They originated in Ireland but were quickly run out of their own country. Next, they travelled down under, all the way to Australia, looking to set up a base camp for their plight. They were quickly run out of there too. (Some say the Aussies were pissed, while running the AAF out of the country). They bounced from country to country, finally setting up shop on the shores of the Arctic. The AAF would fight for fifty years. To give credit where it is due, the AAF held a sensible argument and for an extremely brief moment, a famous politician was subconsciously almost contemplating giving consideration of thought to what they were saying. They spoke of the excessive numbers of Alcoholic Anonymous meeting places. (One can conclude there are an excessive number of alcoholics). They drove the point of the number of alcohol-related road deaths. They touched on the alcohol-related child abuse cases and fired up at the mention of alcohol-fuelled wife bashings. The hospitalised, the alcohol-responsible cancer patients, the effects it has on the liver, kidneys and almost every other vital organ needed for existence. They fought a long, good, worthy fight, but alas, they were extremely outnumbered. The dream of the world adopting the same attitude as religion was lost, buried somewhere under the Vodka bottles with the members of the AAF that drank themselves to death in protest.”</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7w9h_Pk42NbvPf2p8u5HMG9EVHJc1BTPWMZsEuRLud4SEIx9aFDgor5pH3W_RzkJmN5IDCZ7HqShm4y_aH3_dWe6ObEiWCctHNbwaJOBaBtWyVWFKfNSVT4jStjdYVtwNAw3XaVTJ34jIl8sbrciyL7bqTmugoWC8-e4Qvh73P7Ehb_qNW4y0E3s/s599/JPG%20HEADSHOT%20DARREN%20E%20WATLING.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7w9h_Pk42NbvPf2p8u5HMG9EVHJc1BTPWMZsEuRLud4SEIx9aFDgor5pH3W_RzkJmN5IDCZ7HqShm4y_aH3_dWe6ObEiWCctHNbwaJOBaBtWyVWFKfNSVT4jStjdYVtwNAw3XaVTJ34jIl8sbrciyL7bqTmugoWC8-e4Qvh73P7Ehb_qNW4y0E3s/s320/JPG%20HEADSHOT%20DARREN%20E%20WATLING.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Born Darren Edward Watling, Subiaco, Western Australia, 1966. Darren excelled in English, maintaining ‘A’s, throughout his schooling and wrote a play, ‘Laughing Gas’, for his school at the age of 10. Credited with one small, published article, Darren found inspiration and reward, arriving at his latest piece, ‘Last Chance’.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He completed an apprenticeship, as a fitter, at Princess Margaret Hospital, while continuing his passion for short story writing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Traveling Australia for three years on a private bus gave Darren a beginning to the experiences and continued, humorous outlook he has on life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Darren approached his mother Jill Stubbs Mills and asked for her blessing to take her short story, ‘Deception’, and rewrite it into a novel. (The feedback from her publisher about her story was exceptional). Jill agreed to her son’s request. Sadly, Jill now suffers with dementia, but, keeps her sense of humour.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Various forms of employment, including a movie extra, a welder on a crocodile farm, a drummer for a touring band and currently a roof plumber, gave Darren considerable ‘fuel’, for a fired up, comedic novel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Darren has had several passions over the past 56 years while walking this Earth. Drums, Karate, tennis and continuing today- comedic writing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLzfiKSZILmOAzePjTeEZ-v3GOlom7Oh1tnH2Wza2zmMfiOE5lphMDJ7c00lsl2YVDVztNrG5639vqjDNfLxKEAt1qYeEd1dy8JJCh0PhjESqQbxhSDg8kv6yQO-9IFdLu0J2XnWK28qCAGkoNqc3J6jebGy0YMFuQ6xLn0n04oAIrL2WE1Jdl3iK/s2400/BookCover_AnyFinForLove.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLzfiKSZILmOAzePjTeEZ-v3GOlom7Oh1tnH2Wza2zmMfiOE5lphMDJ7c00lsl2YVDVztNrG5639vqjDNfLxKEAt1qYeEd1dy8JJCh0PhjESqQbxhSDg8kv6yQO-9IFdLu0J2XnWK28qCAGkoNqc3J6jebGy0YMFuQ6xLn0n04oAIrL2WE1Jdl3iK/s320/BookCover_AnyFinForLove.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She could almost hear the fish laughing at her . . .</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cody Ryan’s father never missed fishing the annual Loon Lake tournament until his unexpected passing. So this year, Cody packs up her how-to fishing videos and her dad’s old johnboat and gives him one final entry.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gage Connor needs some R&R away from his coast guard deployment catching drug smugglers along the Louisiana coast, so he borrows a bass boat from his buddy and heads to Loon, Alabama to do some fishing.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When Gage and Cody meet at Loon Lake, their attraction is immediate and intense—until the two discover there is only one boat slip left on the lake and they both need it, and there’s only one vacant hotel room left in Loon and they both want it. Thus, their competition begins. Both vow to keep their distance from the other to fight the temptation, but fate has other plans. The tournament pairing party picks the two-man teams and chooses Gage as Cody’s partner.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For two days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alone on a boat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Working as a team.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good things come to those who bait . . .</div></blockquote> <br /> <br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Double damn!</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gage looked over Lila’s head and saw Cody stomping toward the dock, a big Igloo cooler in her arms, fire in her eyes, and steam escaping from her ears. Okay, no steam, but she looked mad enough for some. He swallowed hard and tried to pry Lila’s arms free, but she was having none of that.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Now you just hold still, cutie patootie,” she drawled, “and let little ole Lila give you my special good-luck hug.” She crushed her barely-covered breasts against his abdomen, causing the neckline on her tank top to droop almost to her navel.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cody had reached the dock and stomped so hard he could feel the vibration in the boards. Her glare could singe the fins off an alligator gar, and Gage had Lila stuck to him like a tick. He was a sitting duck.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cody looked even madder now than when she left to get the rest of her gear, which could only mean . . .</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wait a minute! She’s jealous.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of Lila.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cody’s glare deepened upon final approach.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And Gage grinned for real.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Zeke Tumson, my ass. She likes me.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He stopped trying to struggle free of Lila and waited for Cody to get to the boat and the fireworks to begin. Lila felt his struggle cease and snuggled in closer, rubbing every inch of her breasts against his gut, then laying her cheek on his chest. A week ago, Lila’s antics might have elicited a very pronounced and noticeable reaction. Today—he glanced down to check—nothing. His gaze shot to Cody steaming down the dock. Had she done this to him?</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Mmmm,” Lila cooed and squiggled her body again, “good luuuuck.”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cody marched mere steps away. When Lila purred, Cody hesitated for a heartbeat, made a sharp left, stepped down into the johnboat, and proceeded to hook up her livewell.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gage waited a five-count, but Cody kept her head down and fooled with the tubing attached to the cooler. He knew he had to move. If he didn’t, Lila would be in his shorts any second.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe he should let . . .</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nope, bad idea.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cody would push him overboard later, then drive off and leave him. Heck, she may already be planning that.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He cleared his throat to be sure Cody heard. “Thanks for seeing us off, Lila,” he said politely.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No reaction from Cody.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I didn’t come to see her off,” Lila sniped. “Just yooouu,” she cooed and rubbed her breasts against his gut again.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cody missed it. She never looked up.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“All right, you get on back to your registration table, and let me get to my fishing.” Gage took Lila’s shoulders and physically set her back.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Still ignoring him, Cody finished with the livewell and picked up a fishing rod.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lila batted her eyelashes. “I’ll be waiting when you get back, sugar. What say we have dinner tonight?”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No way would he answer that question. He just smiled and stuck a foot out to step down in the johnboat at the same instant Lila hooked her finger in his belt loop to tug him back.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Too late, Gage saw the butt end of Cody’s rod push off on the dock cleat, and the johnboat shot back the full three feet of loose bow and stern line.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His sneaker stepped into thin air, and he dropped like a rock.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gage hit the water at an angle, and Lila followed him in, her finger still hooked in his belt loop.</div> <br /><b>About the Author:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDz3IhGJLOWgJ04N6UHDGGIt3QM1KbIyBbjmvS2VnyJU0yKPeIabl0UwtbLp25NDUlnsGWXFf7TBUhZnx8II5li44iZGoxjQC38Eu8RsUzw1VtXrndivnEk5KUnz5AzKeCLDwEOcyygtH3Ack1o_AS-MYcrcmUEt2TNnim0bJgybmYtj_hQ_p8yKB/s449/Author%20Photo.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDz3IhGJLOWgJ04N6UHDGGIt3QM1KbIyBbjmvS2VnyJU0yKPeIabl0UwtbLp25NDUlnsGWXFf7TBUhZnx8II5li44iZGoxjQC38Eu8RsUzw1VtXrndivnEk5KUnz5AzKeCLDwEOcyygtH3Ack1o_AS-MYcrcmUEt2TNnim0bJgybmYtj_hQ_p8yKB/s320/Author%20Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1bW9exVCCE41orhzM2d2O5JrDtXh7DdsIKF1goDOPuzg4ifQscuWQOq-ApZv5isLONnGu5g_Gl-tET4voJeWhxPr_wHp9zX0HR1aJCz_iJpCnMRlFka0739QsnjCH4Q9WSqmCaVPOO_QQ6u07ljd4cytZJgGGqbKNB7SDtxHmESpn-zceMkOsYVJ/s2700/BookCover_Siba.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="hoverZoomLink" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1bW9exVCCE41orhzM2d2O5JrDtXh7DdsIKF1goDOPuzg4ifQscuWQOq-ApZv5isLONnGu5g_Gl-tET4voJeWhxPr_wHp9zX0HR1aJCz_iJpCnMRlFka0739QsnjCH4Q9WSqmCaVPOO_QQ6u07ljd4cytZJgGGqbKNB7SDtxHmESpn-zceMkOsYVJ/s320/BookCover_Siba.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">An epic journey of adventure, heroism, and self-exploration through the eyes of a teenage boy named Siba.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Siba’s life takes an exciting turn when his pet parrot takes him to a magical forest. He explores the mysterious forest-dwellers and the precious ancient wisdoms of the fantasy world when a sudden tragedy jeopardizes life on earth. To save the world, he must embark on a legendary journey to the Pole Star.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Siba encounters many mythical creatures and numerous thrilling challenges that jolt him to his core. They leave burning questions in his mind about the world and his own existence. He must dive into the dark labyrinths of his mind, for the last hope of saving humanity seems to be hidden there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can he solve the mysteries of the mystical world and his inner world? Can he complete his journey to the Pole Star and save the world?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A perfect blend of fantasy, mysticism, and spirituality that explores the answer to the eternal question – Who Am I?</div></blockquote><br /><br />
<b>Read an Excerpt</b> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After hiding Celine, as Siba moved out of the crack, he saw the dragons were attacking his friends. They swooped and snatched the snow leopards with their steel-like claws. Streams of fire turned the ice into clouds of steam. Watching the snow leopards slaughtered and torn into pieces, Siba ran toward them to help. As he reached there, one dragon blocked his way and spewed fire at him. Siba ducked. The stream of fire hit the black armor but didn’t burn it. Siba was surprised to find himself unscathed. He remembered the armor was made from the dragon’s skin.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He got up at once and climbed the glacier. But his leather slippers slipped on the molten ice, and he fell inside a shallow crevasse. He felt a sharp pain in his right arm. He looked at it. His arm was injured and bleeding. He took his feathers out but couldn’t flutter with his right arm. He struggled with one hand but couldn’t balance to fly out of the hole.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a long struggle and several attempts, Siba emerged out of the crevasse. But by that time, the dragons had already left, and their dance of death was over. Many snow leopards died. Many more were injured. Ajax emerged from one crevasse with one leg badly injured.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Musa shouted, “They are gone.” Several other snow leopards emerged out of the glacier from all directions. Holding his bleeding arm, Siba arrived there in tears.</div><br />
<b>About the Author:</b><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">B. Singh grew up in a small city, Chandigarh, located near the foothills of the mighty Himalayas in northwest India. Since his childhood, he has always had an inquisitive mindset. He doesn’t settle for the pre-existing answers if they don’t make sense to him. Instead, he explores, experiments, and finds the answer himself. He has traveled across India from north to south not only for his education but also to explore different cultures and values. To continue his journey of exploration, he moved from India to Canada. After graduating from the University of Windsor, Canada, he conceived the idea of compiling his learnings in the form of a spiritual fantasy book. This well-crafted and awe-inspiring adventurous journey into a fantasy world is full of chiseled gems of wisdom that will enrich the lives of every human being on earth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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