Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Book Blast - The Un-Diet Book by Dr. Douglas Pooley


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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.

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One unassailable truth is certain: If you buy into the above negative beliefs about getting older, the likelihood of finding satisfaction in life going forward is slim.

However, if you are genuinely committed to feeling better, the ideas I am about to present in the Un-Diet Diet, may open your mind to a different approach for reclaiming and maintaining that just may potentially help save your life. Proceeding through the book, you are going to be shown a strategy for repair, health maintenance, and creative ageing that is in perfect step with our evolutionary footprint. It is here through man’s continuous adaptation over time that we uncover the roots of health and longevity potential.

The pandemic in 2020 has changed the world forever. It was particularly vicious for those over fifty-five, killing many and leaving even more seriously health compromised. The need for new direction when it comes to the fostering a healthy lifestyle has never been more imperative. I believe that for us to continue to successfully thrive we must reconnect with our inherent health potentials which have continuously adapted and evolved over hundreds of thousands of years.

About the Author:
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.

He is currently in his early seventies going on seventeen.



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Monday, October 23, 2023

Blurb Blitz - IF THE SUN SPARES US by Brenda Marie Smith

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  by Brenda Marie Smith

Two years ago, a solar pulse destroyed modern life. Bea Crenshaw organized her starving, suburban neighbors into a farming community. But now Bea’s gone, and her grandchildren must carry her legacy forward.

In the post-apocalyptic pressure cooker of Austin, Texas, 19-year-old Keno and his younger cousins struggle to ensure their community’s survival even as they’re forced to relocate to safer grounds. Northern Lights that don’t belong this far south grow increasingly intense, making Keno fear what harm the sun will cause next.

Even worse, a marauding militia called the Raiders is closing in, led by a deranged woman who preys on teenage boys. Despite Keno’s debilitating flashbacks from a firefight, he and his wife have a new baby to protect. Though Bea is dead, her spirit desperately searches for ways to shield her grandkids. When Raiders target two neighborhood members, the only hope lies in the community’s strength, Keno’s ingenuity, and the family’s fierce love for one another.


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In the next second, thick neon bands of green light shoot into the sky like they’re spewing straight out of the earth at the horizon, the aurora pulsing and soaring hundreds of feet into the air toward the stratosphere. This is nothing like the tame Northern Lights we’ve had off and on over the past year, but crazy-bright and thick and enormous. None of it belongs in Texas. I stare at the lights, getting dizzy from their movement and intensity.

The guys out on the street whistle and shout… I close my eyes to get my bearings.

Residual streaks of light burn my eyeballs and flash across my eyelids, then mutate into the recurring, overly-vivid memories I can’t shake: flaming, screaming boys, falling fiery trees, bursting Molotov cocktails, strafing assault rifles—a hand slaps across my mouth and covers my nose, and Richie’s behind me, yanking me to the ground, hissing, “Shhh! Shhh! Don’t scream.”

“The End of Days is upon us, and we’ve got work to do!” shouts the woman from the street. “Head back north.” The feet start tramping around. “Jonesie, north’s the other way.”

Richie’s pressing so hard on my mouth and nose he’s gonna suffocate me. My tears run over his hand. Flaming bodies still flash before my eyes while green lights burn in the sky overhead…

I grab his hand to yank it off, but he presses harder. I panic. Dude’s gonna kill me.


About the Author:

BRENDA MARIE SMITH is attracted to stories where everyday characters transcend their limitations to find their inner heroism. She lived off the grid for years in a farming collective where her sons were delivered by midwives. A lifelong community activist, Brenda has managed student co-op housing, produced concerts, and raised a small herd of boys. She and her husband live in Kyle, Texas. They have more grown kids and grandkids than they can count.




Twitter: @bsmithnovelist


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Thursday, October 19, 2023

VBT - Racing the Dream by MT Bass

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Racing the Dream

by M.T. Bass

“If everything seems under control, you’re not going fast enough.” ~Mario Andretti

Strap down the 5-point harness in the cockpit of a Formula 1 air racing plane and join Hawk as he chases victory! First on their amateur make-shift course over Antelope Acres, then on the re-emerging pylon racing circuit in the early 1960s. And finally, as Hawk battles 7 other top-level pilots at the very first National Air Racing Championship event in Reno!

Abandoning the cloth and his African mission, Father Bob returns to his slide rule to design Hawk’s racer. Sparks, his loyal yet surly mechanic, built it and wrenching both on the engine—as well as on Hawk—keeps them at the front of the pack. Home again in Los Angeles from behind the stick of a T-6 Texan as a mercenary in the Congo civil war, air racing is a new aviation adventure for Hawk. Ride along as he tangles with fellow pilots in “uncooperative formation flying” at two-hundred miles per hour a mere fifty feet off the ground!

And then one day cruising home to Van Nuys airport, Hawk spies Allison, a beach-blonde surfer girl, insanely wing walking on the top wing of a Stearman PT-17 bi-plane. He quickly sets his sights on her.


Fly low…Fly fast…and Turn Left…

Now for the Interview:

1. Describe yourself in three words.

I am a rebel.

2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).

Well, of course, given the nature of my story about air racing, Tom Cruise from Top Gun Maverick. Some of the other actors in the movie might have been okay, but Hawk gets some grief because he’s a bit older—just like Pete Maverick in this sequel. And Tom and Hawk are both P-51 pilots, too.

Rose McIver from iZombie and Ghosts would be great as Allison, the beach-blonde surfer girl and wing-walking fellow pilot who captures Hawk’s heart. Michael Sheen from Good Omens as Father Bob. A crusty Jeff Bridges would definitely be Sparks. And Scotty would be played by Tim Robinson from Detroiters and Saturday Night Live.

3. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

I like the final love scenes in Bull Durham between Crash Davis and Annie Savoy before he leaves for the Asheville Tourists to finish his playing career. They’re sensual and a lot of fun.

4. What’s your wildest fantasy?

I’ve accomplished so many things: writing books, flying airplanes, releasing a CD, finding the love of my life…I’m really not sure. I’m pretty happy. Maybe to have a major movie made of one of my novels. I think Racing the Dream, Article 15, or Somethin’ for Nothin’ would be great stories for the silver screen. And, of course, winning an Oscar for the screenplay.

5. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

If I lost my sight, I couldn’t fly. If I lost my hearing and my touch, I couldn’t play guitar. If I lost my taste, I couldn’t enjoy Lola’s excellent cuisine. I guess it would have to be my sense of smell.

6. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

Well…maybe I wasn’t such a little kid, but in high school my girlfriend and I got caught by her parents in flagrante delicto. Now that was embarrassing.

Quickies: Boxers or Briefs? Briefs

Top or Bottom? Yes

Pajamas or nude? Nude

Hairy chests or smooth? Mostly Smooth

Alpha or Beta? Alpha

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Allison kicked off her shoes and dropped them in the car. I stripped off my jacket and left it, then we wound our way around the Albatross to the waterfront where she skipped ahead and waded into the surf.

Staring out to sea, she took a deep breath. “You’ve got to love it. It’s the law.”

"Well, I’m kind of a desperado.”

Allison spun around to kick water at me, then started walking north.

I followed along just outside the retreating waves.

“Sure, sure—a desperado. Well, don’t make me walk out here all by myself.”


“But nothing.”

So I slipped off my shoes and socks, then rolled up my pants legs. She didn’t stop. “Hey, wait for me.”

Allison ran ahead, stopped, then turned to face me.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re the one who’s an outlaw,” I said walking up to her. “A real Black Rebel.”


“So, what are you rebelling against?” I asked.

“Whadda ya got?”

I looked her in the eyes and smiled.

"Well, then, don’t wait too long.”

I leaned in and we kissed, softly. Then more passionately as I took her in my arms.

“Mmmm…” she moaned sweetly, then put her head against my chest. “Come on.”

She took my hand and we walked north through the moonlit surf.

I watched her looking out to sea. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing,” she sighed. “Just counting waves.”


“Force of habit. It’s what you do in the lineup.”

“The lineup?” I asked.

“Uh-huh. When you’re surfing.”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’re a surfer girl.”

Allison began to sing The Beach Boys song: “Do you love me, do you, surfer girl? Surfer girl surfer girl.”


I stopped walking, but she pulled me along. “Everything’s a song.”

“Aye-Yi-Yi,” I moaned.

“And, you know, it does make sense—considering my job and all.”

I thought about it a bit. “Yeah…I suppose. A surfboard is kind of like a wing. And how long have you been doing that?”

“Before I started flying. I learned in Hawaii when Dad was based at Hickam. I think I might have been twelve. And, of course, there are great waves up north when I went to Stanford. It gets in your blood. You’re not fighting gravity, you know? You are riding a wall of green that some storm has thrown at you from way out at sea. And some of them get pretty big and mean and, man, you are racing for your life with the wind blasting in your face as the wave crests over your head. You’re scared, but your juices are flowing like crazy, too.”

“Sounds wild.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is. Some say it’s better than sex.”


She smiled at me. “Haven’t decided, yet.”

“Right…and you surf here?”

“Up north past the Malibu pier, at Surf Rider Beach. And Zuma Beach and County Line.”

“Well, what do you know: flying, philosophy, and surfing.”

“I do lead a full life.”

I looked out at the waves, then back at her. “So you do.”

We walked another half-mile north, then turned back south towards the Albatross, got in the car, and drove back to Hollywood.

When I walked her to her apartment door, we kissed again.

“Don’t wait so long to call, again,” Allison said as she slipped inside. Before she closed the door, she looked back at me. “Who knows, one of these days you just might get lucky.”

About the Author:

M.T. Bass is a scribbler of fiction who holds fast to the notion that while victors may get to write history, novelists get to write/right reality. He lives, writes, flies and makes music in Mudcat Falls, USA.

Born in Athens, Ohio, M.T. Bass grew up in St. Louis, Missouri. He graduated from Ohio Wesleyan University, majoring in English and Philosophy, then worked in the private sector (where they expect “results”) mainly in the Aerospace & Defense manufacturing market. He is the author of twelve novels, two novellas, and a book of verse. His writing spans various genres, including Mystery, Adventure, Romance, Black Comedy and TechnoThrillers. A Commercial Pilot and Certified Flight Instructor, airplanes and pilots are featured in many of his stories. Bass currently lives on the shores of Lake Erie near Lorain, Ohio.

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Stories by M.T. Bass

White Hawk Aviation Adventure Stories

My Brother's Keeper


Racing the Dream


Murder by Munchausen Sci-Fi Thriller Series

Murder by Munchausen

The Darknet

The Invisible Mind

Motherless Children

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Article 15

Somethin' for Nothin'

In the Black




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Reflections on the Boulevard by L.J. Ambrosio

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by Louis J. Ambrosio

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.

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It was one of those beautiful summer days in New York. Not hot, not humid, but not cool. A slight breeze silently flowing down the Hudson River momentarily. People were quietly entering the ferry, some aimless, some lost, a few secure in their position in life.

Michael, 65, tall with salt and pepper hair, gripped a book in one hand, a smart leather briefcase with the other. Contrary to the rest, he had a sense he did belong – somewhere else. The book was Marcel Proust's Remembrance of Things Past.

In search of the best view, he found a seat looking out at the river. The sun was reflected in the water, the birds landed on the railing of the boat. He was content. This was Michael’s everyday ritual, coming home from teaching at the university. He was so happy no one sat next to him on the bench; he was able to put his briefcase down. He would have loved a cigarette, but you cannot smoke anywhere today except for under your coat. How about a martini extra dry with two olives? Michael loved to dream of the impossible.

He opened his book, when suddenly a fight broke out between two very smartly dressed men. They did not even know why they were fighting; the police were avoided; the ferry left the dock. People were much more confrontational since the coronavirus epidemic, often harboring a strong edge. He was sure the two men wanted a martini as well.

As the ferry entered the river, one would barely know they were sailing. The breeze brushed against his face; he saw the water pass him just as life had. He looked at the stern of the ferry seeing all his relationships, career, and spirituality disappear in an endless stream of the river, moving them away but not forgotten. Michael felt as if the bow moving upriver was pushing towards his future with the thrust of a young man stealing second base.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a well-built, nice looking young man, nerdy, longish dirty blonde hair that either needed cutting or a ponytail. He was talking to himself, no, Michael thought, "he is talking on the phone.” But no, the young man was actually talking to himself, or a bird. Suddenly, the young man saw Michael and flashed a small smile.

“Oh no I have been here too many times; those moments are up the river," thought Michael. The young man approached Michael asking if he knew him.

“I could not imagine how," said Michael, in disbelief.

“Yes,” the young man said, “in the park near the university. You were always reading on that same bench. I remember when the pigeons shit on your book and once on your jacket; the whole bench was full of shit,” the young man said with a slight devilish smile.

“Right!” said Michael. “Are you getting off here?”

“In the middle of the river, how could I?”

“You could always try," said Michael, with a slight but cold smile.

The young man asked Michael his name.

“You first.”

“I’m Ron! Now what’s yours?”

“I will tell you later,” said Michael.

Michael suggested to the young man to have quiet time now and sit, Ron sat right next to Michael and put his hands in his own lap and said “Sure.”

Michael and Ron took their journey to the other side of the river. Michael had sometimes imagined the boat taking him to the end of something, his own life maybe? Was it a boat on the river Styx? After a while, he realized they were back in Jersey, safe.

Ron could not help himself; he was bored, and his life had not yet reached a point of deep profundity. Everything for Ron was on the surface, and his energy always remained there, in your face. He asked Michael his name again.

“Too early, but soon,” said Michael, annoyed at being pulled back from his thoughts.

They arrived at the terminal, a place of bars and excitement. Ron was feeling that energy; he was anxious to join it all. He caught up with Michael who had moved as quickly as possible towards the parking lot to his car. Ron caught up but seemed winded.

“How about a drink, friend?”

“No, they cannot mix drinks well here,” answered Michael, annoyed.

Michael wanted him to leave. They were near the parking lot now, his escape. Ron was walking behind Michael like a baby duck, unsure of his every step, following Michael like he was his father. Finally, they arrived at Michael’s car.

Michael asked, “Where is your car?”

"I took the bus. Could you give me a lift home?” Ron stared at Michael’s car, nodding as if saying “nice car” in guy language. It was not that nice, a simple sedan but it was better than Ron’s ride on a bus.

“Maybe you can take the bus home,” Michael said firmly, nodding back.

“I have no more money. I bought a Coke and a sandwich at the terminal in New York.”

“Well, here is some money.”

“No, I want to drive with you.”


“I want to know how a man could sit on the same bench twice a week while birds shit near or on him.”

Michael looked at Ron and smiled. It was not a smile he had worn for a long time; it was different. Off they went.

Chapter Two

The drive home was nerve-racking for Michael. Neither of them spoke a word. Michael would occasionally look over to Ron to make sure there was no funny business, like a gun. No gun, just Ron slightly smiling at times looking at Michael. He could not get over the simplicity of his smile and the contentment on his face. Turning off the Garden State Parkway, Ron observed that Michael lived too far from anywhere. He suggested Michael should move to a wonderful place, a place that is pretty, and where the people are nice. Michael realized that Ron just liked to say things, as they had not yet arrived in his town. Michael asked where Ron lived.

“Around here," he responded.

“Around where?” Michael asked firmly. He just wanted him out of the car. Pulling over to a gas station he barked, “All off, the last stop.”

Ron, like a young boy being scolded by his father, got up quietly and left the car.

"Maybe I will see you one day on the ferry. Or in the park with all the birds.” Ron said, laughing hanging on to the passenger's side door. He shut it.

Michael took off, driving as quickly as possible to his home. He lived two blocks from the gas station. His house was a small English cottage with lots of wildflowers around the house. Inside you had a very distinct English feeling. He felt extremely comfortable.

A plain 1980 television set, a 1930 freestanding radio, lots of copper and silver. His bed was the best with a big down comforter you just sink into. The only thing missing was Buddy, his dog. How much he missed him. He dismissed the thought about getting another dog. Buddy was his best friend.

He made a pot of coffee, arranged papers on the coffee table, sat, and relaxed. He started to think about the young man he met on the ferry. What did he want? He was concerned and worried that the young man had some ulterior motive.

He called his children at their offices in a three-way call to tell them about the strange meeting and the ride home. Joshua, his son, said he would come over and sleep at the house for the night. Elizabeth, his daughter, was going to call the police to check on the house through the night.

They loved their father. They knew his limitations, a bit intellectually dizzy, he would phase out and not come back for an hour or so, but he was sharp and loved people. He would tell his children: you can take half of the courses at college and throw them out and, with the extra time, spend it learning about people. The rich, the poor, the drug addicts, the prostitutes, the middle class, and the average person. Talk to them but listen to their stories. They are the obstacle in their own lives humanity has lost touch with. Those people are us.

He felt obligated to tell them about Ron, that he was a little uneasy. Both children forcibly asked their father why he would do that, take a stranger in the car, and leave him off two blocks from his own house. Michael said, “I was just taken by the moment.”

“What moment?” asked his son.

“The moment of innocence. Seeing something in him that was, I guess, pure. Having no agenda. Who knows? I made a mistake; he is gone now.”

“I hope so," said Joshua. “Got to get home to the family, Dad. Take care and watch out.”

Elizabeth told her father to get a gun. They all laughed, and his children hung up the phone.

Michael was alone. He grabbed his second cup of coffee and made himself comfortable in his favorite chair, a huge Victorian armchair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He was prepared with a strong air freshener. He had to be careful and always get the smoke out of the house, afraid someone would smell the smoke and betray him to his lovely children, which would trigger a half hour lecture about the dangers of smoking. He has already heard this message for over 40 years. He loved to smoke, but he limited his cigarettes to seven a day.

The martini and smoke made the world come together, a level of comfort and tranquility entered with it. Time for bed, he slowly got up. It was hard since he had a painful protruding disc. Once up, he slowly went into his bedroom, knowing that age had overcome him.

About the Author:

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.







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Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Book Blast - A Lesser God by Don Hackett


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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.


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My name is Dion Athamas, and I’m from the little the town of Forgedmont, Mississippi, U.S.A. Population 2,874. Should you be interested, I have a story to share with you. It’s my story, though tragic, I am quite willing to share it. I think it best you understand that this tale all began with a telling dream.

One night as I slept, I awoke to hear my name being softly spoken by a masculine voice I didn’t recognize. I sat up in bed and scanned the dark void, trying to establish the source of the voice. Without question, I felt an unnatural presence looming somewhere within the walls of my bedroom. I gradually began to recognize that the manifestation was speaking to me as if I were an acquaintance. His manner was quite affable as he appealed to me to stay calm and listen attentively to his message. He requested that I focus my vision straight ahead into the darkness and then close my eyes. When he gave the signal, I needed to slowly reopen my eyes to witness him visually. The signal was perceptually vague, but I received it. When I opened my eyes, I knew someone was sharing my room with me, but I had no idea who. I couldn’t identify the barely-perceptible image of a human form floating buoyantly at the foot of my bed. Then suddenly he was gone as quickly and enigmatically as he’d arrived.

About the Author: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.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Book Blast - The Highland Heir by Allison B Hanson


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Kieran has spent his life living in the shadow of his late older brother. Brody had been the heir his father had loved and wanted, while Kieran was born to a woman his father despised for her betrayal. Kieran has only ever felt the bond of family with his best friend, Ella.

Ella knew one day Kieran would be called on to do his duty to his clan and marry for an alliance. But she never expected his engagement would suddenly force her to see him in such a different way. They’d known each other all their lives, but aside from one exploratory kiss, she had never been attracted to him as a woman is to a man. Until now.

As the time comes for Kieran to marry, he realizes he has feelings he shouldn’t have for the lass who’s been by his side all his life.

When the marriage contract is breached, Kieran hopes it means freedom for them to be together, but instead, it leads to war and a secret that will change their lives forever.

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But now, he was expected to sit at the high table and take part in clan business.

Not that he had any idea what kind of business had brought the MacKenzie laird to their lands. His father told him little.

“How is your family?” Rolfe asked, making it sound as if he cared.

“Well, thank ye.” Neil glanced at Kieran and gave a nod. “Your son looks hearty.”

Hearty? Was that the word used to describe a man who stood at least four inches over his father’s tall frame and was wider in the shoulder than the laird as well? Kieran might have sniffed in offense except he knew how much the sound bothered his father, and he didn’t want to be scolded like a lad in front of the MacKenzie.

“Aye. He will make a fine husband to your Isla. Shall we sign the contract and then celebrate with a dram?” Rolfe suggested.

Perhaps Kieran wasn’t as hearty as he’d thought, for he felt the world had just tilted as the words echoed about in his mind. Kieran would make a fine husband? A husband to this man’s daughter?

“Marriage?” The word escaped Kieran’s dry throat.

Rolfe lifted a brow and frowned at Kieran.

“Why do you look so surprised?” his father asked.

Kieran might have answered if he thought he could get the words out. The truth was he looked surprised because he was, in fact, quite surprised. Why did his father act as if it were something they’d just discussed earlier in the day?

It surely wasn’t as if Kieran would have forgotten such a thing as being shackled to a wife he didn’t know.

“You’ve known for as long as you can recall that, as my heir, you would one day be joined in an advantageous marriage when an alliance was required.”

Yes. One day. He didn’t realize it would be so soon and with a complete stranger.

About the Author:
One very early morning, Allison B. Hanson woke up with a conversation going on in her head. It wasn’t so much a dream as being forced awake by her imagination. Unable to go back to sleep, she gave in, went to the computer, and began writing. Years later it still hasn’t stopped.

Allison’s historical romances are filled with kilted heroes. She lives near Hershey, Pennsylvania, and enjoys candy immensely, as well as long motorcycle rides, running and reading.


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Monday, October 16, 2023

Resparking Creativity by Fatemah Mirza & Sumayyah Rafiq Haider

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by Fatemah Mirza & Sumayyah Rafiq Haider

Accelerate your marketing career by learning concrete strategies to reignite your creative spark and build a compelling case for your promotion to director. From creating a standout project portfolio to evaluating your skills to salary negotiation, networking, and interviewing best practices, this book equips ambitious marketing professionals with the tools necessary for long-term success.

What's your favorite part of the book and why?

My favorite part of Resparking Creativity is the salary negotiation section. It’s in the second half of the book and it’s the one part of the book I’m most excited for readers to get through. It’s all about how you get through the salary negotiation process in such a way that, the positive impression you’ve made in the interviewing process, carries forward so that you can negotiate a good final offer.

In the entire job search process, salary negotiation is something people hold a lot of preconceived notions and misunderstandings about. And there’s a lot of fear involved as well. When we talk about the job search, so much of the discussion centers around what kind of resume to make and how to interview well. They are very important, don’t get me wrong. But we need to also talk about how to negotiate for your total compensation package in such a way that you’re still advocating for yourself and you finalize a deal that both you and the company are happy with.

That’s something I do in my book. I talk about the kind of research you should do, how to navigate these conversations, and how to decide a fair counteroffer. It’s a step-by-step guide that shines light on the process. And this includes templates and scripts that people can use to navigate these conversations, a checklist they can use to ensure they’re hitting the mark, and common mistakes they need to avoid.

I have tried to demystify it and help professionals continue making a strong impression on the employer as they move to that point of the hiring process.

Now for an excerpt: 

As a marketing leader, you also play a vital role in elevating the standard of living. Thanks to government regulations, marketers cannot make false or misleading claims. This means that you help consumers make informed decisions on the basis of marketing. They can be made aware of major changes in ownership or products, what new features are being developed, and which brands to trust. This comes together to create brand value and loyalty towards trusted companies.

At a company level, organizations cannot survive without marketing. You cannot establish a business and expect people to find you. There is simply too much competition and information bombarding society. For businesses to survive and thrive, they have to develop effective marketing strategies. And for this, they need experienced professionals like you with highly creative mindsets.

But it is difficult to contribute in this way to an organization or society if you feel burned out, uncreative, or feel an inability to work at your full potential.

If you feel the same way then this book is for you.

I’m going to show you how to be at the forefront of driving demand, understanding consumer needs, and providing critical contributions to your career growth. And to get there, this book is going to help you address:

• Being underpaid

• Being dictated to

• Burn out

• Intellectual disengagement

• Uncertainty about what steps to take

                                   About the authors:  

Fatemah Mirza is a Certified Resume Master and a highly sought-after speaker and coach who helps ambitious job seekers find higher-paying, more fulfilling jobs. She’s been helping job seekers since 2010 when she founded CareerTuners, which is a small team of skilled professionals from various industries who specialize in providing professional resumes, cover letters, LinkedIn profiles, and many more career-related services to help ambitious people land their dream jobs and achieve career goals.She has created free resources that have seen more than 160,000 downloads, helped hundreds of clients increase their pay, and built a network of more than 3000 recruiters.

Sumayyah Rafiq Haider is an experienced author and career mentor with a passion for helping individuals excel professionally. With an MBA in Human Resource Management and SHRM-CP certification, Sumayyah has assisted numerous clients in their job search, providing guidance on resume writing, LinkedIn optimization, cover letters, interview skills, and career direction.

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Thursday, October 12, 2023

Book Blast - My Thoughts Are Coloured Purple by Marina Quindiagan


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will award a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

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.

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.


Read an Excerpt

When we get together
My heart can’t rest, fluttering when I see your memes,
My blood surges, spatters inside, and bounces; it steams.
I don’t know what these mean in my life, my friend,
It’s like a quest but don’t have to guess.
I think that only you can tame this heart of mine,
Stop my blood from rushing wildly, and make me fine.
From where you are, give me a sign
That it’s alright and that God will send you soon to be mine.
Right now, I am taking a step closer to be with you,
So, I am in constant elation as I think of you.
It’s not Coldplay, you are my universe,
Trust me, we will surmount these obstacles and be together someday.

About the Author
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.


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Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Book Blast - Balancing Entropy by MH Cali & Laurie Ya


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. M.H. Cali will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC plus a special edition paperback copy of the book (which includes a physical copy of the novel, an exclusive signed and numbered bookplate, an original sketch inside the book by Laurie Ya, the artist who made the cover, and drew the interior illustrations, and assorted merchandise including coasters, stickers, a tote bag, and more) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour (INTERNATIONAL GIVEAWAY). Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

When life catches up with young and brilliant investment banker Lucas Blake in the form of anonymous threats, his existence is exactly what he always wished it could be.

Or is it really?

He can barely remember what his true aspirations looked like a decade ago. All he knows now is that everything he worked so hard to build could crash down in a split second if whoever is blackmailing him decides to act on it.

To make matters more complicated, the team he ends up hiring to silently find the culprit of those menaces includes Raven Collins. A woman Lucas lost touch with, but who he still can't get out of his head completely even years after having met her.

As the race to keep him out of harm's ways unfolds, he enters a journey of self-discovery that might very well make him question the core of his life choices.

When greed, power, and old ideals pair together within a perfect storm is it possible to come out of it unscathed?

Can one's principles thrive in a system that seems to bend even the strongest minded to its will?

Lucas and Raven are about to find out for themselves.

Read an Excerpt

She has to call him out on it. “I thought your standards were higher than this.” He follows her movements on the dance floor to position his hands low on her hips. She intuitively places hers on top. “The man I met back in Mykonos had higher ones at least.”

She can vividly remember that he once confessed to her over dinner, Money can corrupt the soul, he said. I want to make enough of it to go by and live a good life, but I won’t make a deal with the Devil to make it happen. He took a bite of his Moussaka. I would rather work for a smaller investment bank and be able to look at myself in the mirror than reaching the highest spheres and helping corrupt people.

How could he have forg—

He drops his voice to a whisper, oscillating his pelvis to the rhythm of the song. “Sorry to disappoint.”

She inattentively trails her fingers along his forearm. “Do you think that everyone who’s here tonight is doing it for the most righteous reasons?”

He snorts. “Of course not.”

“I don’t think so either.” She leans more into his front. “You and I both know that a bunch of them are only here to show that they want to help people, but in their daily lives they only care about profit and themselves. They’re inherently egoistical.” She toys with his matte black skull shaped cufflinks “They’re here because they can deduct it from their taxes. All this hypocrisy is making me cringe.”

He bends down to brush his scruff below her ear. “People do whatever makes sense to them.”

She breathes in to stay composed, deciding to throw him back his own words from years ago. “As long as they can look at themselves in the mirror, right?”

If he picks up on the reminder, he doesn’t let it show. “Something like that. It’s how people roll.” He curls his fingers around her hip bone to bring her flush to him. “Some are still well intentioned.”

She hums.

He’s steadily driving her out of her mind.

Only him could make her feel like dancing that ardently while talking about compelling topics is natural.

She can feel him respond to her as she sways into him in sync with the thumping bass.

Her entire skeleton is screaming at her to do something to release the tension coiling in her belly.

Her mind is shouting that it’s a way too dangerous thought to entertain if she wants to keep her sanity in the long run.

If they continue this, she has no idea which part of her will take over.

She tries to keep her increasingly ragged breathing under control. “The line between having good intentions and genuinely not giving a shit about others is getting blurrier by the second for a slew of people.” She has an urge to feel him caress her bare flesh. She glides his hand down her thigh. “I just couldn’t act that way anymore. Been there, done that, and saw it all before my eyes. I’m never going back.”

About the Author:
M.H. Cali is my pen name. From as long as I can remember, writing has been my biggest creative outlet. There are tales that take hold in my brain, and I have to write them. Which means that when it happens, I sit down and do just that.

The world is complex and flawed, and so are the characters inhabiting the universes I build. In my fiction novels, I thrive fleshing out stories that explore multiple themes within. If you ever read any of my works, you’ll notice that I love writing layered characters, having a diverse cast, and that to me quiet moments are just as important—if not more—than action-packed ones.

Storytelling is all about balance in the emotions and events throughout the narrative. It's my motto.

If I manage to make you feel what the characters are going through, live the events with them, and wonder what is going to happen, then I succeeded.

If you ever give my stories a chance, I hope you enjoy!

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Tuesday, October 10, 2023

VBT - Death Tango by Lachi

It's time for a VBT and this week it's for Death Tango by Lachi. You'll want to keep reading for the interview and the prizes. Yes, I said prizes. Like? Lachi will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. How cool is that? Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour. You can do that here:

Death Tango

by Lachi


In a Utopian twenty-third-century New York City, where corporations have replaced governments, AI dictates culture, and citizens are free to people-watch any other citizen they choose through an app, this horror-laden Sci-Fi Thriller follows four mis-matched coeds as they attempt to solve the murder of an eccentric parascientist. Only someone or something able to navigate outside the highest levels of croud-sourced surveillance could get away with murder in this town. If the team can't work quickly to solve the case, New York City will be devoured by a dark plague the eccentric had been working on prior to his death, a plague which, overtime, appears to be developing sentience.

Now for an Excerpt: 

Rosa heard Torian Ross murmur an expletive from Johnny’s bedroom. She turned into the hall and spotted him standing in the dark room facing a backlit closet of some sort. He turned to her, immediately palming for her to halt. Rosa would never forget the look of pure terror on his face at that moment. Torian wasn’t the type to scare easily. Before she could ask him the matter, she stopped short as she saw a dim shadow hover over his face.

 Someone was approaching him.

 The person emerged from the closet and stood before Torian. Exact build, exact posture and exact hair color down to the highlights—a wholly perfect robotic replica of Rosa Lejeune, wearing only a threadbare tank and frayed underpants. Along with a tattered face, the android’s arms and legs exposed inner metallic joints and loose artificial sinew as if it had walked out of an unfinished autopsy. Its many bruises proved the bot had been regularly abused. This week Rosa had faced some of the most bizarre things she’d ever known, but this? This was by far the eeriest.

 “Hello,” the android pertly intoned to a stunned Torian Ross. “I am Rosa Thirteen, and you are not my master.” Though slightly mechanized, the vocal timbre and pronunciations matched Rosa’s precisely. “I have your iris match programmed in my archive as Oz Corp Piece of Shit. Hello, Oz Corp Piece of Shit.”

 “Holy Jesus,” Rosa whispered as the depravity of this abomination’s existence sunk in. A brisk inhuman twist of the neck brought Rosa Thirteen to feast its eyes on Rosa. With a front view of the android’s face, Rosa noticed one of the bot’s eyes was missing. Just an empty socket, like that of its master.

 “You are Rosa Lejeune,” Rosa Thirteen declared. For an instant, Rosa felt a surreal break in reality as the thing, the Her, addressed her. Then came a full body flush of terror as the android’s shoulders also snapped toward Rosa. “You cause my master pain. You cause my master to mistreat my hardware.”

“I…” Rosa could hardly do more than open her mouth in petrified awe.

The bot furrowed its brow and with a deep, mechanical growl bellowed, “You must be destroyed!”

The bot charged for Rosa with a hasty limp. Torian rushed to grab its arm, but it yanked free and jabbed him full force in the chest with an iron punch that sent him flying backwards. This was no woman. Underneath the simulated skin was cold, hard metal.

Rosa sprinted back toward the living room, but even with the limp, Rosa Thirteen revved up formidable speed. As it rushed forward, the android bumped against a wall-panel, and Vivaldi’s Common Era concerto, Andante, blasted stridently through every wall in the apartment. The first song to which Rosa and Johnny had ever danced.

Rosa grabbed at an end table and raised it to thwart the coming bash. But Rosa Thirteen grabbed the table’s legs and flung it across the room to crash against a mirrored wall. Rosa staggered backwards into a coat closet. She snatched a heavy coat from the rack as Thirteen rushed her and chucked it at the bot’s face, causing the bot to halt and flail its arms, temporarily confused at the sudden darkness. Rosa grabbed the sleeves of the coat at its hilt, twisted and pulled with adrenaline-laden force. She felt gears snap at the base of the bot’s neck.

Rosa ducked around Thirteen and dove for the kitchen, accompanied by a swell in Vivaldi’s blissful strings. She seized a carving knife and cleaver from a cutlery set on the counter. The bot snatched off the coat and charged for the kitchen, its head permanently lopped to one side. Rosa swung the clever at the bot’s head to finish the job. Thirteen knocked the cleaver aside effortlessly, but Rosa did manage to sink the carving knife deep into the bot’s abdomen.

This impact caused minimal damage, so Rosa retreated back to the living room, this time headed for the exit. However, the bot reached out and gripped Rosa’s arm just under the shoulder. The android lifted Rosa into the air and slammed her onto the living room floor with such velocity Rosa could hardly process it until she lay face up on the ground, her shoulder throbbing.

Thirteen stomped hard onto Rosa’s belly. Rosa’s breath escaped her along with bits of lunch. The bot then lifted its leg to stomp down on Rosa’s face. Rosa searched for a final prayer, but her could find none amidst her whirling terror.

Now for the Interview:

1. Describe yourself in three words. 

Pie! Passionate. Inclusive. Energetic.

2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).

Our main character Rosa, is a compassionate firebrand, working through a mental health condition and juggling three powerful men while trying to save a future cyber-laced New York City from a growing erratic plague. She’s mixed-race, sweet and clever but often says the wrong thing. Off the top of my head, I can see her played by Zendaya.

3. What’s your wildest fantasy?
I often tell people my life is a series of bucket list items I cross off. From traveling the world to bungee jumping to meeting countless presidents and world leaders, sometimes at random. Writing my debut Sci Fi Romance is certainly one of them. But if I had to pen down my wildest wildest? It’d have to be something that hasn’t been done to this point. Making love in space? Or the bottom of the ocean? Skinny dipping somewhere ridiculous and unsafe? As a blind woman, it may be fun to fly a helicopter over a sitting across a setting sun.

4. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Well I’m already blind, so can I stick with that one? We live in a world that wasn’t built for folks who are blind or have other disabilities to adequately navigate. This drives us to be innovative problem solvers and resilient, creative thinkers. With the write tools and training, blind folks can do pretty much anything non-blind folks can. I use a combination of magnification tools and screen readers to read my Science Fiction novels, of course my Romance binges are almost exclusively audiobooks, and I often use speech-to-text to write. As a recording artist, I use keyboard shortcuts to navigate my digital audio studio, and as a public speaker I travel with a sighted companion. The best thing about being blind for me though, is the cane. I bedazzle and glam up my canes to match my heels and dresses, and clomp down the New York streets like I own the deed to the city.

5. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

A guy who was trying to date me invited me to a Christmas party. He showed up with another girl so I punched him in the face in front of everyone. Haha…thanks, that was fun to relive!


Boxers or Briefs?: Can I say, a thick wallet?
Top or Bottom?: I’m always reaching for the top!
Pajamas or nude?: Either is fine, he just has to make a mean sandwich after!
Hairy chests or smooth?: I like a guy with hair on his head, but I recognize that that’s shallow
Alpha or Beta?: I want the Alpha and the Omega.

About the Author: 

Lachi is an internationally-touring creative artist, writer and award-winning cultural activist living in New York City. A legally blind daughter of African immigrants, Lachi uses her platform to amplify narratives on identity pride and Disability Culture. In her public life, Lachi has helped increase accessibility to the GRAMMY Awards ceremonies as well as create numerous opportunities for music professionals with disabilities, through her organization RAMPD. Lachi also creates high-quality content amplifying disability. She has hosted a PBS American Masters segment highlighting disabled rebels and releases songs such as "Lift Me Up" and “Black Girl Cornrows” that elevate disability and difference to the pop culture market. Named a “new champion in advocacy” by Billboard, she’s held talks with the White House, the UN, Fortune 100 firms, and has been featured in Forbes, Hollywood Reporter, Good Morning America, and the New York Times for her unapologetic celebration of intersectionality through her music, storytelling and fashion.

In her free-time Lachi writes sci-fi and fantasy novels with diverse, headstrong characters, focusing heavily on atonal world-building, quip-ridden character development, likable villains and psycho-spiritual discourse.