Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Book Blast - Happy Harry by Barbara Lampert

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. 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.

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.

Harry was a genuinely free spirit - wild, and very wolf-like. Did all this contribute to his being exceptionally happy? Perhaps.

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.

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!

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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. …

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. …

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. …

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. …

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. …

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…

About the Author:
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!

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!)

I’m a psychotherapist, licensed for over thirty years, specializing in relationships.

I was a flight attendant for nine years. And taught sociology at several universities. I have two master’s degrees and a doctorate.

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.

I live in Malibu, California with my husband David and, you guessed it, our two wonderful Golden Retrievers, Oliver and Henry.


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Friday, February 23, 2024

Blurb Blitz - Mamacadabra by Carrie Monroe O'Keefe

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Starting her third year of marriage, Carrie Monroe O’Keefe had already been on the roller coaster of extreme highs and lows of a newly blended family. Thinking she could do a better job of navigating marriage, stepmotherhood, working full time, and all of the things, she embarked on a year of “what if.”

Settling into her role as wife and mom, she tried to find ways to do things better, see things differently, and reframe her thinking to create a better home for her family and to feel more at home herself. With humor, unwavering honesty, vulnerability, and sarcasm, Carrie finds her way through the year and to her true self.

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From Chapter: This House is Not a Home (Currently)

It’s a bright Saturday morning and I’m looking around my kitchen wondering when, exactly, I let it get THIS bad. The dishwasher has been run, but nobody has bothered to unload it, resulting in piles of dirty dishes in and around the sink. There are empty cereal boxes lined up, I assume, so I can cut out the Box Tops for Education labels…because I’m the only one who can what…use scissors? Break down the boxes for recycling? Throw away the empty bag inside the boxes that once held cereal?

Speaking of recycling, there’s a bag of recycling on a stool waiting to be taken out on our “next trip” out of the house. It’s been there for three days and we have, in fact, left the house several times in those three days.

The clincher, though, is the kitchen table. Our puppy has a best friend that lives next door. He comes over to our back deck door and barks for Sullivan to come out to play. They wrestle, run around, investigate, bark at each other, bark at passersby, lay down to rest, and then start over. When they’re out and I’m working or writing, I bring my laptop up to the kitchen table so I can check on the dogs from time to time.

At this very moment, I’m sitting at my kitchen table and surrounding my laptop are:

•One little girl’s black shoe.
•One little girl’s gold shoe.
•One little girl’s pink slipper.
•The Nancy Drew book we’re currently reading.
•Large bag of colored pencils.
•Pair of my husband’s dirty socks.
•Empty napkin holder on its side.
•The art project brought home by my littlest little girl.
•Pad of paper with my work notes scribbled on it.
•Three place mats (one was a casualty of yesterday’s juice fiasco).
•One black marker.
•Work documents of my husband’s.
•A partially completed drawing.

My kitchen table isn’t even big! How, or perhaps a better question is WHY, is there so much sh*t sitting on it?!! And does anybody else find it a teensy bit disconcerting that there are two shoes, a slipper, and dirty socks on the table at which we EAT OUR MEALS? Anyone???

About the Author:
Carrie Monroe O’Keefe started blogging about her life by sharing stories of marriage, stepmotherhood, and how to navigate it all on mamacadabra.com in 2012. People said they loved reading the posts, so she kept writing. In addition to blogging, she released her middle-grade fiction book, The Whole Truth, in 2019.

Carrie lives outside of Minneapolis with her husband, two daughters, and dog Finlay.

Website: http://www.mamacadabra.com
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/monroeokeefe

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/book/1144367657
Amazon: www.amazon.com/Mamacadabra-Poof-Youre-mom-now/dp/1733629939/ref=sr_1_1

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Thursday, February 22, 2024


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by Vyvyan Evans

Language is no longer learned, but streamed to neural implants regulated by lang-laws. Those who can’t afford monthly language streaming services are feral, living on the fringes of society. Big tech corporations control language, the world’s most valuable commodity.

But when a massive cyberattack causes a global language outage, catastrophe looms.

Europol detective Emyr Morgan is assigned to the case. Suspect number one is Professor Ebba Black, the last native speaker of language in the automated world, and leader of the Babel cyberterrorist organization. But Emyr soon learns that in a world of corporate power, where those who control language control everything, all is not as it seems. After all, if the mysterious Ebba Black is to blame, why is the Russian Federation being framed for an outage it claims no responsibility for? And why is Ebba now a target for assassination?

As he and Ebba collide, Emyr faces an existential dilemma between loyalty and betrayal, when everything he once believed in is called into question. To prevent the imminent collapse of civilization and a deadly war between the great federations, he must figure out friend from foe—his life depends on it.

And with the odds stacked against him, he must find a way to stop the Babel Apocalypse.

Now for an Interview with the Author:

1. Describe yourself in three words.

Passionate, brave, loyal

2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Krysten Ritter (to play Ebba Black), Henry Cavill to play Emyr Morgan.

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

The whole scope of the love story between Yuri Zhivago and Lara Antipova in the 1965 movie Dr. Zhivago (based on Boris Pasternak’s book published in 1957), tinged with sadness and regret, and with conflicting loyalties, is one of the most moving in cinematic depictions of doomed love.

4. What’s your wildest fantasy?

To go into space and explore new planets beyond our solar system.

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

Sense of smell—this sense seems to me to be the one that would cause least suffering and deprivation.

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

I took a job as newspaper delivery boy at the age of ten against my parents wishes, to earn pocket money. As they wouldn’t agree, I took the job anyway with the local newsagent, lying that I was older than I was. I would then sneak out of the house early each morning and take my bicycle to deliver newspapers. When my mother found out, she went to see the newsagent and told him I was too young for the role. And I was subsequently grounded.


Now for An Excerpt:

As I was about to glance back at the voices, a light flickered in my peripheral vision, drawing my gaze upward to the night sky. A soft white glow, high up in the dark. At first it was indistinguishable from the airway lights. But it persisted, the size of a small disk at first, before shifting to red-orange, getting larger. At that point I realized it definitely couldn’t be a hover car. This was farther up, probably low Earth orbit, which explained the initial white. But the shift in coloration—that meant a detonation, producing nitrogen dioxide, which turned deep orange when mixed with air. A gaseous cloud has reached the atmosphere, I thought. I was witnessing a chemical explosion in space large enough to be visible to the naked eye. But what was exploding?

As I continued looking up, the orange grew in intensity until it flared across the skyline, illuminating the entire landscape around me with an eerie red-orange. It was only then that I became aware of the newly hushed silence of the drunken revelers nearby. And the silhouettes of other people too, who had also stopped and peppered the pedestrian corridor. We were all now strange red creatures, watching transfixed in rapt silence as the night sky was on fire. And just as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone; the orange light faded back into a deep well of pitch black.


About the Author:

Dr. Vyvyan Evans is a native of Chester, England. He holds a PhD in linguistics from Georgetown University, Washington, D.C., and is a Professor of Linguistics. He has published numerous acclaimed popular science and technical books on language and linguistics. His popular science essays and articles have appeared in numerous venues including 'The Guardian', 'Psychology Today', 'New York Post', 'New Scientist', 'Newsweek' and 'The New Republic'. His award-winning writing focuses, in one way or another, on the nature of language and mind, the impact of technology on language, and the future of communication. His science fiction work explores the status of language and digital communication technology as potential weapons of mass destruction.

Book website (including ‘Buy’ links): http://www.songs-of-the-sage.com

Author website: https://www.vyvevans.net/

Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@vyvevans

Twitter: https://twitter.com/VyvEvans

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Vyvyan.Evans.Author

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nephilim_publishing/

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Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Blurb Blitz - THE SPINSTER, THE REBEL, AND THE GOVERNOR by Charlene Bell Dietz

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The Spinster, the Rebel & the Governor

by Charlene Bell Dietz

Move over Susan B. Anthony. There’s an unsung woman asking for the vote 224 years before you, and murderous rebels and bigoted gentlemen can’t prevent spinster Lady Margaret Brent from wielding her power to defend Maryland settlers from plunder and obliteration.

Lady Margaret Brent, compelled to right wrongs, risks her life by illegally educating English women, placing her family at risk. She fights to have a voice, yet her father and brothers exclude her from discussions. Worried the kings’ men may know of her illegal activities, she flees to the New World where she can enjoy religious tolerance and own land, believing she will be allowed a voice. Once in Maryland, she presents cases in provincial court where she’s hired as the first American woman attorney, but there she uncovers perilous actions, prompting her to build a fort to shield those within from being murdered. Can Margaret Brent’s integrity and ingenuity protect Maryland from being destroyed?


Now for an excerpt:

The Wells girl covered her eyes with both hands. Margaret, ignoring the buzzing of flies and the damp heat of the morning sun, worked to untangle the girl’s words in her mind.

“If the river doesn’t take me, then I shall have my baby alone and will have to live with Master Cole, and I shall never see my dear Tom again.” With that, she burst into tears.

“You do not look like you are about to have a baby. Why do you say your time is up?”

“Master Cole brought me here four years ago. He said after I had worked for him for four years, I wouldn’t owe him a tad more, and now he says I can’t leave, and so I might as well marry him. Lady Brent. I worked hard from early morning until after dark every day, and my time is up. Even the devil would say this isn’t right.” She sniffed and looked away.

Margaret set her jaw. “Heaven help us if other masters here in Maryland treat their servants in this manner.”

“There’s nothing I can do.” She bit her lip. “I thought maybe the next time you talked with Governor Calvert you might say something on my behalf, and I pray my request is not one of cheekiness.”

“Mary.” Margaret called sharply across to the soap making group. “Would you please come here?”

When Mary finished saying something, she trotted over to the garden. “Hello, Carrie. Are you not feeling well—your face seems flushed?”

“So, you are acquainted with Carrie Wells?” Margaret studied her sister, slipped the basket from Carrie, and moved it into Mary’s hands. “She brought these for us and herbs to scent your soap.”

“Sometimes on Sundays after church Carrie walks with me in the woods and shows me barks, roots, and herbs that heal.” She glanced at the basket. “Why, these are lovely.” She glanced at the young woman, then put her hand on Carrie’s arm. “Are you still having trouble with Jacob Cole?”

“Jacob Cole is about to have troubles with her. Has Giles returned from Kent for Assembly today? Will both our brothers be at the meeting?” Margaret’s frogs roiled inside her. 

How dare these men take advantage of their servants? 

“I saw him and Fulke along with some other men heading to Lewger’s home earlier.”

“Come, Carrie Wells. We shall also attend Assembly.”

“But—Margaret,” Mary grabbed her arm. “Certainly, women would not be allowed—”

Margaret shrugged Mary away, snatched Carrie Wells by her hand, and stomped off down the path.

“Sister,” Mary called after her, “you must take off that filthy apron. You’re covered in soil.”

Margaret jerked it untied and slung it. “There is a difference between God’s soil and men’s dirt. Carrie Wells and I are about to sort this very thing out with all those fine gentlemen of Assembly.”


About the Author:

Charlene Bell Dietz lives in the central mountains of New Mexico. She taught kindergarten through high school, served as a school administrator, and an adjunct instructor for the College of Santa Fe. After retirement she traveled the United States providing instruction for school staff and administrators. Her writing includes published articles, children’s stories, short stories, and mystery and historical novels

Email: chardietzpen@gmail.com  

Website: https://inkydancestudios.com/

 Char Bell Dietz @CharBellDietz  

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Monday, February 19, 2024

NBTM Homecoming Chaos by DW Brooks

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by D.W. Brooks

 A dead body in the parking lot of her family’s business, a killer on the loose, and a handsome detective asking a lot of questions…

 Jamie Scott’s life fell apart four years ago when she broke off her engagement, turned down a dream job, and went overseas to run away from her life. Now she’s back, but the reunion is not without problems. She arrives home just in time to attend the soiree her mother planned, but she’s not prepared for what she finds—a dead employee in the parking lot.

 Detective Nick Marshall is assigned to the murder case at the forensics lab owned by Jamie’s family. He meets the headstrong Jamie, but he has a job to do. And his attraction to her… well, he’s a professional.

 Jamie knows the stakes are high. She has to face the past and save her parents’ business while dealing with her family drama and an uncertain future. She also has to deal with Nick, who wants her out of the way of his investigation. But fate keeps throwing them in one another’s paths… and into chaos that they both want to avoid, but neither can seem to escape.




Now for An Interview: 

1. Describe yourself in three words.

Tall. Nice. Optimistic.

2. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

 Jamison Jones Scott – To Be Played By: Amber Stevens West

 Jamison Scott is a tall woman, so that was one of the first characteristics that would be necessary to play this role. She is also very smart and has a traumatic history. *Amber Stevens West is reported to be 5'9" or 5'10" which is probably sufficient in the world of acting today. She is a beautiful woman, and I have seen her play aggressive but sensitive characters before. She's also around the appropriate age and could play a mid-thirties character.

 *I considered Zendaya as she is tall and can play the range that would be needed for the character. HOWEVER, she is too young.

 Nick Marshall – To Be Played By: Daniel Di Tomasso

 Nick Marshall is a tough detective with a soft spot for tall women. Daniel Di Tomasso is not quite the height of the character in the book, but I think his other attributes make up for that. He is very good-looking and has blue eyes (as noted in the novel). He played a detective on the TV show "Major Crimes" so I know that Is something that is in his wheelhouse. He also had a long career as a model, so he can definitely smolder!

 Margaret Scott – To Be Played By: Vanessa Williams

 I didn't picture Vanessa Williams in my mind when I imagined Margaret. However, now that I think about it, she could really do this role justice. Margaret has a slight snobby attitude and can be hypercritical. She does love her children and her husband though.  I have seen Vanessa do a wonderful job with that type of role in the past. She is a beautiful woman, and she and Laurence Fishburne (my choice for Gregory) played opposite each other in the 1997 movie Hoodlum.

 Gregory Scott – To Be Played By: Laurence Fishburne

 It is difficult to see Laurence Fishburne as anyone other than Morpheus from The Matrix. I understand he played the grandfather in Blackish; I should be able to imagine him in other roles. It's hard. But even with that challenge, I know he's a wonderful actor and can embody the stately Gregory with the necessary gravitas that is required. Also, as noted above, he and Vanessa have played opposite each other and did a good job.

 Jon Scott – To Be Played By: 

De Vaughn Nixon

I have only seen DeVaughn Nixon in one TV show called Winning Time which was a series about the Lakers of the early 1980s. It aired on HBO/Max. He played his father Norm Nixon on the show. I think he did a nice job. I am sure there was a lot of pressure involved with playing his dad. My character Jon is a great guy – smart, caring, friendly – with the flaw of falling in and out of love too quickly. Reading DeVaughn's acting credits, I think he could play that role well.

Jillian Scott – To Be Played By: Javicia Leslie

 Jillian is the youngest of the Scott siblings, but she has the most children. She has some insecurities because of her glamorous and smart older sister, who used to be a model. She is accomplished and beautiful in her own right, but she felt like she was often ignored in the family. I haven't seen this actor much, but I think she is more than capable of playing the complex character (based on her credits).


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

 If you had asked about television shows, this would have been an easier answer. On television, the on-scene chemistry between Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn in the television show "Scandal" was off the charts. I am very selective about what movies I watch; I read reviews and tend to eliminate films that I feel like I wouldn't enjoy. I am also a mood film watcher; there are many films that I might want to see but I must be in the mood to watch. I have a long "to be watched" list. To find a movie to answer this question, I might have to go deep into the past.

 Going back into my movie memory vault, I think my favorite love scene is the one between Jennifer Lopez and George Clooney in Out of Sight. Plenty of sexy banter beforehand and a sexy striptease in the hotel room. Again, there is off-the-charts chemistry between them, then fade to black. I don't have to see everything for a love scene to resonate with me.

 4. What’s your wildest fantasy?

 Probably taking a vacation where my husband and I visit several islands and christen beaches on each one. It is hot and sexy to think about, but the thing that keeps it strictly in fantasy land is that I don't like sand. I love the beach, but not the sand if that makes sense.  Maybe I need to adjust the fantasy a bit and add several towels to make it work.

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

As an ophthalmologist by training, I can say with certainty that sight would be the last sense that I would want to lose. If I had to lose a sense, I think it would be my sense of smell. In all honesty, my current sense of smell is not the best, so I am not sure how much different my life would be. I recognize that my sense of taste would be adversely affected by the loss of smell but for me, that would be the smallest price to pay.

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

It is ironic that you asked me this question because I have been called "Saint Nikki" at different points in my life. I was not a very disobedient kid – for the most part, my biggest sin was talking back to my parents. And there were no hidden forbidden sex stories in my teen years.  

The worst things I did as a kid happened during my senior year in high school and were associated with me skipping class. Our school had said that the seniors could skip on the official senior skip day BUT the catch was that we could not come on campus at all that day. If we were caught on campus, we could be suspended and possibly risk not graduating. Most teachers were cool with this situation. However, one teacher was not: our 12th grade AP English teacher. The seniors in her class had to come to her class (which was during 4th period), which meant we had to miss skip day altogether or sneak on campus during her class. Unsurprisingly, the 30 students in her class snuck on campus for the one class. It looked like we were a military unit advancing on the enemy, an army crawling by windows and inching along walls. Fortunately, we all made it in and out with getting caught.


This particular teacher also caused the other "naughty" thing that happened in my childhood. One day, we had a substitute in 12th grade English teacher's class, and after taking roll in the classroom, the substitute took the class to the library. Of course, most of the class disappeared on the way to the library, but this time, the sub was smart and passed out a roll call sheet for the class once they arrived at the secondary location. Most of the remaining students were quick enough to sign in their missing friends but NOT my friends. I had gone to pick up lunch with two other students, so I missed the second sign-in sheet. The next day, the regular teacher reported our absence to the assistant principal with the intent of getting the two people with me in trouble. She wasn't after me—like I said, I was considered a saint. We all got called into the office and created a spun-out tale about why we left (one of the friends needed sanitary products and her mother was sick when got there. By the time we got everything settled, it was time to come back to school so we grabbed a quick lunch and returned to school). It was fantasy, but it depended on me to sell it, so I did. I think our teacher was sorely disappointed that she couldn't suspend them without dragging me into it.


Boxers or Briefs?

Boxer Briefs -- there is something about the combination of boxers and briefs that is so sexy!

Top or Bottom?

Mostly bottom – I like him to be in control.

Pajamas or nude?

 Neither. I sleep in t-shirts. I don’t have a problem with how my body looks, but I am generally cold at night. A t-shirt and an extra blanket were a compromise, so I wouldn't sleep in a full body snow suit.

Hairy chests or smooth?

Smooth. It emphasizes chest definition.

Alpha or Beta?

You would think that a woman who became a physician would attract only beta males, but that's not the case for me. Alpha please.

Now for An Excerpt:  

Revel in the chaos.

Revel in the chaos.

Revel in the chaos.

 Jamie tried to live by this motto for most of her life because her life seemed to invite chaos. She learned to expect—and sometimes encourage—complications. As the plane taxied to a halt, she repeated her motto to herself. This phrase, tattooed on her right hip, particularly applied now.

 The international terminal of Hartsfield-Jackson Airport had changed since she was last there. Her brother, Jonathan, would pick her up at the baggage claim—alone, she hoped, and not sporting a clingy girlfriend. Time to re- acclimate and re-establish family bonds. Dealing with an unknown woman in her face when she wanted to spend time quietly with her brother wasn’t at the top of her to-do list.

 As she waited in line to get through passport control, she thought about how she got to this point—back in Atlanta after several years abroad. She had spent two of those years working with the non-profit organization Doctors Overseas. Jamie worked in several locations, including the Central African Republic. She had her reasons for joining the charitable organization; not all were altruistic, and she kept those to herself during her entrance interview. The horrors she witnessed overseas helped her put her personal chaos into perspective. She realized her issues were nothing compared to what people endured in other parts of the world. This realization allowed her to embrace her job and enjoy what she was doing, despite the frequent threats of bodily harm. To help maintain her sanity while overseas, she traveled a lot and spent six months in Italy working with a designer friend.

 The agent summoning her snapped her out of her reverie. Handing over her passport, she said, “Nothing to declare. Coming back home for my mother’s birthday and Christmas.”

 At the check-in counter, the inspector carefully examined her and her passport photo. Jamison understood the scrutiny. At the time of that picture, she had been at the height of her glamor phase with a history of modeling and a resulting, above-average concern about how she looked. In medical school, she often showed up at rounds with perfectly coiffed hair and more than a swipe of mascara and lip gloss. But in Africa, those concerns fell away. Right now,

 Jamie was makeup-free, and a baseball cap covered her hair. She was still beautiful, but now it was a girl-next-door beauty. Jamie had high cheekbones, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, a straight nose, a square jawline, and her golden-brown skin was still smooth. She wasn’t stomping down runways anymore, as in her past life, because she had shifted her priorities.

 Her mother would hate it.

 “Welcome to Atlanta,” the inspector said as she stamped her passport. “Have a pleasant stay.”



About the Author: The author is a doctor and editor who lives in Texas with her husband and children. She enjoys trying to stay in shape, sporadically cooking, reading (still), writing, and working on her blog. She is eternally grateful to the woman who donated a kidney to her over 5 years ago and continues to advocate for organ donation as much as she can.

To learn more about D. W. Brooks and future publications and events, visit https://authordwbrooks.com.


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Monday, February 12, 2024

Go, Gabbie, Go! by Hollie Noveletsky



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Go, Gabbie, Go was written as a gift to my illustrator and friend Gabbie Studley. Gabbie is a young woman with a big dream to fly. The only thing bigger than Gabbie's dream is her heart. Read along as Gabbie achieves her dream of flight. Thank you, Gabbie, for your beautiful illustrations and friendship.

About the Author:The author is an ornery old woman who lives with her crotchety old husband in the woods of New Hampshire. Her greatest joy is watching her grandson, Pip, on his great adventures.

Website: https://pipsgivingseries.com/
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Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Book Blast - Hide and Be by Gary L Stuart

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Twin brothers Arthur and Martin suffered horrible abuse as children, forcing them to survive by seamlessly assuming each other’s identities. Living each other’s lives provides protection from the trauma of their past. But when tragedy strikes, one of the brothers plummets into a dissociative crisis that leads him down a murderous path.

As the body count rises, two cases end up in the courtroom, where judges, lawyers, and psychiatrists try to piece together which twin is the suspect and which is the victim. Everyone in the courtroom strives to bring the victims to justice–but how can justice be served when no one is sure who the defendant truly is?

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Like I said, me and Marty were from Maine. Born, bred, and fed. By foster parents mostly. Always hated the cold. We lived in drafty houses in winter, wore cheap coats in spring and fall, but not knowing any better, just accepted it. Lived our lives wherever the caseworkers said. You know, go here, stay there, new doctors, and interchangeable houses.

A general practitioner, whose first name was Doctor, talked to our first foster mother, but not us.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Greyson,” the doctor said.

That’s what he always called her—Missus—she didn’t have a first name, and he didn’t have a last. He was Doctor and she was Mrs. Us? We were just two little jellybeans sitting in one chair. Doctor had three chairs in his office. One for her, one for him, and the third for us. I remember liking that—same chair, same us.

“Autonomous language is common, harmless, really. It’ll go away in time,” he told her. Not us. He never said anything to us. We don’t remember the exact words, but who cares? Fumbuck, he knew. You? How can you tell? Autonomous, dummy. Marty told me.

“They will always be hard to tell apart. Dress them differently. They will want to be together, with their family gone and all, but treat them like regular brothers, even if they are identical twins.”

About the Author I am a retiring lawyer, a working author, and a preserving blogger. I was a full-time trial lawyer for thirty-two years in a large Phoenix firm. I was a part-time law professor for the last twenty-nine years. As of summer, 2023, I am writing, publishing, and blogging full time. My first book was a textbook published by the Arizona State Bar Association. My first novel was published by the University of New Mexico Press. I’ve written ten novels and eight nonfiction titles as of July 2023.

From the day I entered law school, I’ve been reading cases, statutory law and writing about legal conundrums and flaws in our criminal and civil justice systems. I’ve always read novels, nonfiction, and historical fiction by great authors who were never corrupted by the staid habits of trial lawyers. I write long-form, interspersed with the occasional blog, op-ed, or essay. One of the unexpected benefits of reading the law is learning how to write about it. Somewhere along the trajectory from a baby lawyer to a senior one, I became intoxicated with blending nonfiction with fiction in books, rather than legal documents. After spending thirty years in courtrooms trying cases, I started writing about them. That led to writing novels while borrowing from famous historical settings and lesser-known characters. My courtroom days were chock full of ideas, notions, and hopes about ultimately becoming an author. I organized and memorized critical information for judges, juries, and clients. Now I use that experience to write vivid fiction and immersive nonfiction. I moved away from trial practice to teaching law students how to use creative writing techniques to tell their client’s stories, in short form.

F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.” The same could be said of my transition from trying cases to writing crime fiction. I’ve been holding my breath for twenty years waiting for galley proofs and book reviews. Anais Nin spoke for all of us when she said, “We write to taste life twice.”

My first novel, The Gallup 14, won a coveted starred review from Publishers Weekly. I won a Spur Award from Western Writers of America in 2004 for my first nonfiction book (“Miranda, The Story of America’s Right to Remain Silent”). I won the 2010 Arizona Book of the Year Award, The Glyph Award, and a Southwest Publishing Top Twenty award in 2010, for “Innocent Until Interrogated—The Story of the Buddhist Temple Massacre.” My third nonfiction title (“Anatomy of a Confession—The Debra Milke Case”) was highly acclaimed. My nonfiction title “CALL HIM MAC—Ernest W. McFarland—The Arizona Years” was widely and favorably reviewed. My latest nonfiction crime book, “Nobody Did Anything Wrong But Me, was published by Twelve Tables Press, one of America’s most distinguished publisher of law books about important legal issues. No New York Times bestsellers, yet.

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