tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82029061423472006912024-03-19T04:47:19.813-04:00The Literary NookUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-16943900944098542272024-02-14T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-14T00:00:00.165-05:00Book Watch: The Golden Manuscripts: A Novel by Evy Journey #bookwatch
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKl7LbiVp6VsP8TK82Xl8c87Je1pX_itrzpD88yeiZdwb0srTAo-XPYHcoeXQVe5RIvLCu1nbfQAVkj6xPuyy8XxNJV1YpB69KpqfGzh45YFsklDm5UMnj7jEv6frs2L80tqMhI9GTgl2dGhZZuYmoVunj8L0XGm5K9q3iJX6Y_NZO5Euele14ds_Tw/s488/Book%20Watch%202.jpg" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="488" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKl7LbiVp6VsP8TK82Xl8c87Je1pX_itrzpD88yeiZdwb0srTAo-XPYHcoeXQVe5RIvLCu1nbfQAVkj6xPuyy8XxNJV1YpB69KpqfGzh45YFsklDm5UMnj7jEv6frs2L80tqMhI9GTgl2dGhZZuYmoVunj8L0XGm5K9q3iJX6Y_NZO5Euele14ds_Tw/w601-h342/Book%20Watch%202.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="601" /></a></p><h1 style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; line-height: 27pt; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><div style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"></p><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"></span><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxTYLJV2i_qFUjg3lO-aaoqSBFFKZg6XvfKt2BZX3eFuakVR54ZSC3PVCWNlhYhp4dL8mja1oxpErfiRcuB5GcIHt7JK2a3M0nI-G8Jo-cIfVyud2EoUgbVcO7Z1x-PO9KnVNnuoVr9gtTRHlD5LGPEOqF9LmFsTVVHMHDFfWi76Efn4olvW6A2WpRwLr/s528/The%20Golden%20Manuscripts%20cover.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="355" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxTYLJV2i_qFUjg3lO-aaoqSBFFKZg6XvfKt2BZX3eFuakVR54ZSC3PVCWNlhYhp4dL8mja1oxpErfiRcuB5GcIHt7JK2a3M0nI-G8Jo-cIfVyud2EoUgbVcO7Z1x-PO9KnVNnuoVr9gtTRHlD5LGPEOqF9LmFsTVVHMHDFfWi76Efn4olvW6A2WpRwLr/s320/The%20Golden%20Manuscripts%20cover.jpg" width="215" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span>Title</span></span><span>: The Golden Manuscripts: A Novel</span></span></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Author</span>: Evy Journey</span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Publisher</span>: Independent</span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Pages</span>: 360</span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Genre</span>: Women's Fiction / Historical Fiction / Mystery</span></span></span></span></div><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;">A young woman of Asian/American parentage has lived in seven different countries and is anxious to find a place she could call home. An unusual sale of rare medieval manuscripts sends her and Nathan - an art journalist who moonlights as a doctor - on a quest into the dark world of stolen art. For Clarissa, these ancient manuscripts elicit cherished memories of children's picture books her mother read to her, nourishing a passion for art. When their earnest search for clues whisper of old thieves and lead to the unexpected, they raise more questions about an esoteric sometimes unscrupulous art world that defy easy answers. Will this quest reward Clarissa with the sense of home she longs for? This cross-genre literary tale of self-discovery, art mystery, travel, and love is based on the actual theft by an American soldier of illuminated manuscripts during World War II. <br /></span></span></p></div></div></div></div></h1>
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text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Rare Manuscripts</span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="df520df5-f290-428e-91a0-1a6bcf79fff9" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-df520df5-f290-428e-91a0-1a6bcf79fff9" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I sometimes wish I was your girl next door. The pretty one who listens to you and sympathizes. Doesn’t ask questions you can’t or don’t want to answer. Comes when you need to talk. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="f24e0107-c53d-49af-b956-c4f0cb0a948a" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-f24e0107-c53d-49af-b956-c4f0cb0a948a" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">She’s sweet, gracious, respectful, and sincere. An open book. Everybody’s ideal American girl. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="929b8f31-0473-44c0-bcb4-ac39107d3f1f" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-929b8f31-0473-44c0-bcb4-ac39107d3f1f" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">At other times, I wish I was the beautiful girl with creamy skin, come-hither eyes, and curvy lines every guy drools over. The one you can’t have, unless you’re a hunk of an athlete, or the most popular hunk around. Or you have a hunk of money.</span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="c1166d32-ba51-46d1-a5d7-1ff2f16931ad" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-c1166d32-ba51-46d1-a5d7-1ff2f16931ad" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">But I’m afraid the image I project is that of a brain with meager social skills. The one you believe can outsmart you in so many ways that you keep out of her way—you know the type. Or at least you think you do. Just as you think you know the other two.</span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="c1aeea9f-b78e-416e-98c7-d5eb025d1d53" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-c1aeea9f-b78e-416e-98c7-d5eb025d1d53" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I want to believe I’m smart, though I know I can be dumb. I’m not an expert on anything. So, please wait to pass judgement until you get to know us better—all three of us. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="a2fc15b5-d2ae-43e5-bc78-8280b6b6e18f" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-a2fc15b5-d2ae-43e5-bc78-8280b6b6e18f" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Who am I then? </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="a1421f9d-cb08-4e8a-a1e5-ec886c80869c" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-a1421f9d-cb08-4e8a-a1e5-ec886c80869c" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I’m not quite sure yet. I’m the one who’s still searching for where she belongs. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="97b78ef5-8f4d-4f25-a026-072a13b4d639" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-97b78ef5-8f4d-4f25-a026-072a13b4d639" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I’m not a typical American girl. Dad is Asian and Mom is white. I was born into two different cultures, neither of which dug their roots into me. But you’ll see my heritage imprinted all over me—on beige skin with an olive undertone; big grey eyes, double-lidded but not deep-set; a small nose with a pronounced narrow bridge; thick, dark straight hair like Dad’s that glints with bronze under the sun, courtesy of Mom’s genes. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="56f8e1c9-948a-45d0-9b9e-d5d12c2d031a" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-56f8e1c9-948a-45d0-9b9e-d5d12c2d031a" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I have a family: Mom, Dad, Brother. Sadly, we’re no longer one unit. Mom and Dad are about ten thousand miles apart. And my brother and I are somewhere in between.</span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="e2b3007d-2b32-4daa-9090-fca2218630d2" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-e2b3007d-2b32-4daa-9090-fca2218630d2" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I have no one I call friend. Except myself, of course. That part of me who perceives my actions for what they are. My inner voice. My constant companion and occasional nemesis. Moving often and developing friendships lasting three years at most, I’ve learned to turn inward. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="a3de6443-96d1-4c74-bb89-38f3fcccb8dd" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-a3de6443-96d1-4c74-bb89-38f3fcccb8dd" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">And then there’s Arthur, my beautiful brother. Though we were raised apart, we’ve become close. Like me, he was born in the US. But he grew up in my father’s home city where his friends call him Tisoy, a diminutive for Mestizo that sometimes hints at admiration, sometimes at mockery. Locals use the label for anyone with an obvious mix of Asian and Caucasian features. We share a few features, but he’s inherited a little more from Mom. Arthur has brown wavy hair and green eyes that invite remarks from new acquaintances. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="7969b6b3-5f6a-4649-b9d8-86bd7ce1f40f" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-7969b6b3-5f6a-4649-b9d8-86bd7ce1f40f" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Little Arthur, not so little anymore. Taller than me now, in fact, by two inches. We’ve always gotten along quite well. Except the few times we were together when we were children and he’d keep trailing me, like a puppy, mimicking what I did until I got annoyed. I’d scowl at him, run away so fast he couldn’t catch up. Then I’d close my bedroom door on him. Sometimes I wondered if he annoyed me on purpose so that later he could hug me and say, “I love you” to soften me up. It always worked.</span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="f25515b1-4f36-4281-805e-4fb6673fb118" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-f25515b1-4f36-4281-805e-4fb6673fb118" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I love Arthur not only because we have some genes in common. He has genuinely lovable qualities—and I’m sure people can’t always say that of their siblings. He’s caring and loyal, and I trust him to be there through thick and thin. I also believe he’s better put together than I am, he whom my parents were too busy to raise. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="accaa515-ca11-4c25-a2b7-d36f1448dc8b" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-accaa515-ca11-4c25-a2b7-d36f1448dc8b" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I am certain of only one thing about myself: I occupy time and space like everyone. My tiny space no one else can claim on this planet, in this new century. But I still do not have a place where I would choose to spend and end my days. I’m a citizen of a country, though. The country where I was born. And yet I can’t call that country home. I don’t know it much. But worse than that, I do not have much of a history there. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="88fc4956-0117-411d-a09c-1e1b1ae633b9" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-88fc4956-0117-411d-a09c-1e1b1ae633b9" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Before today, I trudged around the globe for two decades. Cursed and blessed by having been born to a father who was a career diplomat sent on assignments to different countries, I’ve lived in different cities since I was born, usually for three to four years at a time. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="1b7c48e2-729a-48d8-b272-72ed0504ebdb" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-1b7c48e2-729a-48d8-b272-72ed0504ebdb" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Those years of inhabiting different cities in Europe and Asia whizzed by. You could say I hardly noticed them because it was the way of life I was born into. But each of those cities must have left some lasting mark on me that goes into the sum of who I am. And yet, I’m still struggling to form a clear idea of the person that is Me. This Me can’t be whole until I single out a place to call home. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="537e3bdd-0c87-4ab3-97c1-6d32a16f1fb1" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-537e3bdd-0c87-4ab3-97c1-6d32a16f1fb1" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Everyone has a home they’ve set roots in. We may not be aware of it, but a significant part of who we think we are—who others think we are—depends on where we’ve lived. The place we call home. A place I don’t have. Not yet. But I will.</span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="b633c32f-0d5f-4151-8847-ec065cbecfdf" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-b633c32f-0d5f-4151-8847-ec065cbecfdf" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">I was three when I left this city. Having recently come back as an adult, I can’t tell whether, or for how long, I’m going to stay. You may wonder why, having lived in different places, I would choose to seek a home in this city—this country as alien to me as any other town or city I’ve passed through. </span></span></h2><h2 aria-label="Block: Heading" aria-multiline="true" class="block-editor-rich-text__editable block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-multi-selected is-partially-selected wp-block-heading rich-text" contenteditable="true" data-block="9a703bf5-8747-4385-b334-b4705d6e514d" data-title="Heading" data-type="core/heading" data-wp-block-attribute-key="content" id="block-9a703bf5-8747-4385-b334-b4705d6e514d" role="document" style="min-width: 1px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">By the end of my last school year at the Sorbonne, I was convinced that if I were to find a home, my birthplace might be my best choice. I was born here. In a country where I can claim citizenship. Where the primary language is English. My choice avoids language problems and pesky legal residency issues. Practical and logical reasons, I think.</span></span></h2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oq1UkMWrEoKk4nWAS9BF39nGayuMUty-bJVkJ5-cW7z1G0OrBn9TiHPAp1gj8adf9QyaQzU5C_4wx8KzK9bwI18zQTf_A-euIhVQxB5pPdKPRk5Nb2jEeJbQNeWI3xBqvhinZXS4fnCaF767ZZ9Sc6yh_39lLWBXCozNsVTtDwEHgLLkJw7FA68/s495/Seeking%20Tranquility%20cover.jpg" style="clear: left; color: #15a3a3; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"></a></div><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times Roman";"></span></p><p style="font-size: 15.4px;"></p></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 15.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhus5bg_WbVu-QOdBv8_oXgCxXwG_efz8U9wCqhmBNyZ6XIskDD0xUJXiaq49P7J0ERzcKEgIsXU4RobLCoO3Lk9NnZab4CSwGnkyhthTldUgq-gEekzQ50Ab-6EaAQBpNhDUl53ZsgESj2CFh496fv5UoGQfmHIEk8NrBapbfK6XkjRFaPLYo7aZ9EomfO/s732/The%20Golden%20Manuscripts%208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Journey writes. Stories and blog posts. Novels that tend to cross
genres. She’s also a wannabe artist, and a flâneuse. Evy studied
psychology (M.A., University of Hawaii; Ph.D. University of Illinois).
So her fiction spins tales about nuanced characters dealing with
contemporary life issues and problems. She believes in love and its many
faces. Her one ungranted wish: To live in Paris where art is everywhere
and people have honed aimless roaming to an art form. She has visited
and stayed a few months at a time.<p></p>
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<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwJTon4N6MpFgJB7o3nkSN5344TDbfK5kXkqW8D6s2p7R72so3r3WRXgOBGZl0NxakiqdcdRlrtkvoZJyKqQGQH9GF4gEKFaEPxi3qkTD2_4X6GSW9kM8-y261NitJR3nCcHfM30Yte6ezxVc4-ZUR7NsHi97ILelfYLnzq-VPvGkNWYAmpNSkEzjEJ4U/s426/Chris%20Wallace%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="388" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwJTon4N6MpFgJB7o3nkSN5344TDbfK5kXkqW8D6s2p7R72so3r3WRXgOBGZl0NxakiqdcdRlrtkvoZJyKqQGQH9GF4gEKFaEPxi3qkTD2_4X6GSW9kM8-y261NitJR3nCcHfM30Yte6ezxVc4-ZUR7NsHi97ILelfYLnzq-VPvGkNWYAmpNSkEzjEJ4U/s320/Chris%20Wallace%20author.jpg" width="291" /></a></div>Chris Wallace is a creative resource. As an actor, he was a regular on the hit daytime drama, <strong>All My Children</strong>, created the role of The Half-Percenter in Joe Papp’s production<strong>, Mondongo</strong>, appeared in countless television programs, including <strong>The Incredible Hulk</strong>, <strong>The Mary Tyler Moore Hour</strong> and had a starring role in the holiday horror classic film, <strong>New Year’s Evil</strong>. As a producer, he put on <strong>New York: A Great Place to Live</strong> at Lincoln Center which kicked off New York City’s Diamond Jubilee; for Channel Five in New York, he produced the highly acclaimed <strong>Harlem Cultural Festival</strong>; at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem, he produced <strong>Uptown Sunday Afternoon</strong>, which was hosted by Harry Belafonte and featured Richard Pryor, Bill Withers, and a galaxy of other performers; for the National Organization for Women, he produced <strong>A Valentine’s Day Tribute to Woman</strong> at New York’s Town Hall; was associate producer of the first <strong>Ali-Frazier Heavyweight Championship Fight</strong> at Madison Square Garden, and produced the gigantic block party, hosted by Gwen Verdon, which named West 46th Street as <strong>Restaurant Row</strong>. . He earned the Silver Award at the New York International Film and Television Festival for <strong>In the Balance</strong>, a film that advocated sustainability and common sense in wildlife management. It was also singled out by the Department of the Interior as one of the best films of its kind. Chris wrote, narrated and wrote the musical score for that film. He performed on several children’s television programs in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Washington D.C. and Jacksonville, singing his original children’s songs. In Hollywood, he performed them for all denominations of Big Brothers and Big Sisters of America. He created a musical, <strong>A Special Thing to Be</strong>, at the Los Angeles Children’s Museum that featured his kids’ songs and the museum’s children’s chorus. He wrote the songs for two children’s theatre productions in Hollywood, <strong>Hooray, Here Comes the Circus</strong> and <strong>Sleeping Beauty</strong>; wrote and performed the songs on <strong>Strong Kids, Safe Kids</strong>, a video produced by Henry Winkler for Paramount that dealt with the protection of children from sexual molestation and exploitation. He created his first musical revue, <strong>Greatest Hits</strong>, in Hollywood, which played several venues, including Carlos ‘n’ Charlie’s on Sunset Strip and The Backlot in West Hollywood. Upon relocating to Australia, he produced <strong>A Helping Hand</strong> at the Victorian Arts Centre, a benefit for Quadriplegic Hand Foundation; wrote book, music and lyrics for <strong>Nothing to Wear</strong>, a musical based on “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” also produced at the Victorian Arts Centre. He created a one-man show, <strong>A Thing of Shreds & Patches</strong>, for the Melbourne Fringe Festival; created another one-man show, <strong>The Mark Twain You Don’t Know</strong>, which toured Australia, then Pacific Palisades, California, and played in New York City on the 100th anniversary of Mark Twain’s death. He created several cabaret shows for The Butterfly Club in Melbourne, most notable of which was <strong>Les Femmes</strong> which featured an all female cast. He wrote, produced and performed in <strong>Huckleberry: A Musical Adventure</strong> which premiered in Melbourne. Which brings us to <strong>The Dreaming Team</strong>. This is his second book. The first, <strong>Hollywood Mosaic</strong> is written under the pen name, Pete Joseph. You can visit his website at <a href="http://www.olentangymusic.com"><strong>www.olentangymusic.com</strong></a>. <p></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Why did you decide to write <i>The Dreaming Team</i>?Did the inspiration come at a particular moment, or had you been planning to write the book for a while? </span> </span></span> </b></p><p><b> </b>I
never planned to write this book. I knew about the story for several
years and thought it was too important to ignore. No one else was
willing or able to bring it to the public, so I did. It’s that simple.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Did you have to do any research before writing this book or was it more a self-guided knowledge on the subject? </span></b></p><p><b> </b>I
had been involved as a creative consultant for what was hoped to be a
miniseries on this subject that never got produced, so I had access to a
lot of historical material. Once I decided to write it, I went further
into newspapers and other documents from that period.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What are some of the positive results or responses you have received since publishing your book? </span></b></p><p>So
far, the most gratifying results have been that both people who know
about and follow cricket, and those who don’t, still found this a story
that made them want to keep turning pages. I’m not a die hard cricket
fan myself, so I wrote it for people like me. The fact that it’s a true
story about Indigenous Australians makes it timely, just as Killers of
the Flower Moon is for Native Americans. We have a lot to learn from
people who have had such respect for and such an honest relationship
with the land over millennia, despite how they’ve been treated by
society.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>List three interesting facts about yourself. </b><i> </i></span></span></p><p>One thing I
find interesting about my life is that when I was a kid in Delaware,
Ohio, the last thing I ever thought I’d do was live anywhere else. And
here I find myself living in Australia. Another thing is maybe that
I’ve never thought I couldn’t do something I’ve wanted to do,
creatively. I just seem to barrel ahead. And one more thing could be
my general philosophy of life, which is two-pronged: 1) Always say “yes”
and it will land you someplace interesting, and 2) Timing is always
perfect.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>How can our readers reach out to you?</b><i> </i></span></span></p><p> I don’t do social media, but I wrote another book a few years back, titled <b>Hollywood Mosaic</b>, under the pen name, Pete Joseph. I created an email address for that which I now use for all my writings. It’s <b><a href="mailto:petejoseph34@gmail.com" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">petejoseph34@gmail.com</a></b></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a2656d58-7fff-22ae-2837-58a1497702e6" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0LwccudejkDzJtTm1jrkp38qyGiA5EHxnpbErl3xgD3eKFB3jzS49CzWsfsx0m2BiuZnnV2baGGUNpZmT4FaoQO62K8x6Uq2ExJT09AV71kxBW-iky-fvspWUFq1qi04HGIxKOoS5R5O_XEDrfYrRvb_nblttc4mNYgTftKi-X3qUSBuqxpJbh9vHjpD/s532/The%20Dreaming%20Team%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="352" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0LwccudejkDzJtTm1jrkp38qyGiA5EHxnpbErl3xgD3eKFB3jzS49CzWsfsx0m2BiuZnnV2baGGUNpZmT4FaoQO62K8x6Uq2ExJT09AV71kxBW-iky-fvspWUFq1qi04HGIxKOoS5R5O_XEDrfYrRvb_nblttc4mNYgTftKi-X3qUSBuqxpJbh9vHjpD/w424-h640/The%20Dreaming%20Team%20cover.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<p><span style="color: black;">Title: The Dreaming Team<br />Author: Chris Wallace<br />Publisher: Round Lake Publishing<br />Pages: 368<br />Genre: Historical Fiction<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">In the 1850s, Australia was a thriving colony of the British Empire, with its own sense of importance and sophistication. But the people who had occupied this vast land for upwards of 40,000 years didn’t fit well with colonial expectations of the future. In every way imaginable, white Australia tried to keep its “darkies” in line.It is against this backdrop in the 1860s that the amazing story of an all Aboriginal cricket team, the first Aussie team to do so, played at Lords, the home of cricket in England. Conventional wisdom predicted that Indigenous Australians would die off by the next generation.<strong><em>The Dreaming Team</em></strong> brings those Indigenous players to life and follows them on an adventure that would appear to be unbelievable if it weren’t true. They not only changed the minds and perceptions about Aboriginal Australians, they arguably changed the course of Australian history. Praise for The Dreaming Team:<em>“A beautiful story, beautifully written, about a piece of Australian history that, if you don’t know about, you probably should. Heartwarming, heartbreaking and brimming with relevance for today’s Australia. A poignant example of how far we’ve come and how far we haven’t.” “The Dreaming Team tells the true story of the all Aboriginal cricket team from Victoria who did a tour of Great Britain back in the 1860s and all the drama, setbacks, and cultural divide between the Aboriginals and white Australians involved. Considering the state of affairs for Aboriginal people in those days, the team’s accomplishments are no small feat!” “What an interesting story. It is truly an Australian story about indigenous Australians. The story grabbed me from the first chapter, and drew me further in to where I could not put it down. I don’t want to give anything away, so I will say that the twists and turns makes you want to know what happens next at the end of each chapter. To say it is a sports story is not fair, it is a people story, told from the heart, about the hearts of people who love the land, and their story. I recommend it highly, and look forward to more from the author, Chris Wallace!”</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black;">You can purchase your copy at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dreaming-Team-Chris-Wallace/dp/0645968706/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1700139793&sr=1-1">Amazon</a></span></p>
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British History, is an award-winning author who has published some 50
books in a career spanning more than 40 years. Her best-known work is <i>Glastonbury,</i>
The Novel of Christian England, a grail search epic depicting 1500
years of British history. The Celtic Cross is a 10-book series covering
the history of Scotland and England from the 6th to the 20th century.
Crow writes 3 mystery series: The Monastery Murders, contemporary
clerical mysteries with clues hidden deep in the past; Lord Danvers
Investigates, Victorian true-crime stories within a fictional setting;
and The Elizabeth and Richard literary suspense series, featuring
various literary figures. Where There is Love is a 6-book biographical
novel series of leaders of the early Evangelical Anglican movement. The
Daughters of Courage is a semi-autobiographical trilogy family saga of
Idaho pioneers. Reviewers routinely praise the quality of her writing
and the depth of her research. Crow says she tries never to write about a
place she hasn’t visited and one of her goals in writing is to give her
readers a you-are-there experience. Donna and her husband of 60 years
live in Boise, Idaho. They have 4 children and 15 grandchildren, and she
is an avid gardener.<p></p>
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</p><p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Why did you decide to write Going There: Tales from the Riviera
and Beyond? Did the inspiration come at a particular moment, or had you
been planning to write the book for a while?</span></b></p>
<p>Oh, not at all! I was enjoying a wonderful getaway in France and
Switzerland with my daughter-in-law and granddaughter when I discovered
that characters from my novels had tagged along and were having their
own adventures. Whenever we found a particularly exciting or potentially
dangerous place I found myself asking, "What would Felicity (or
Elizabeth or Antony, or Lady Danvers) do if they found a body, or got
trapped in a tunnel, or had their passport stolen?" Potential plots even
became a fun dinner table topic in the evenings.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Did you have to do any research before writing this book or was it more a self-guided knowledge on the subject? </span></b></p>
<p>In retrospect I wish I had thought of using the trip as background
for a book because, although we did make an effort to visit places of
literary interest, I found there were many I missed which I had to
research when they came up in my story. I try very hard never to write
about a place I haven't visited because one of my goals as a writer is
to give my readers and you-are-there experience and that's hard to do if
I haven't been there myself.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What are some of the positive results or responses you have received since publishing your book?</span></b></p>
<p>One of my readers wrote: "What a brilliant idea to combine your trip
with Lord & Lady Danvers & Antony & Felicity adventures!
Great twist at the end on the Queen Mary 2." I was delighted with this
response because my long-time readers are accustomed to reading my
novels, I wasn't sure how open they might be to a collection of short
stories inside a travel memoir.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">List three interesting facts about yourself.</span></b></p>
<p>I was once a rodeo queen and runner-up for the Miss Rodeo America title.</p>
<p>My husband and I have 15 grandchildren.</p>
<p>Some of the more challenging things I have done for the sake of
research for a novel are hot air ballooning, snorkeling, and rapelling.</p>
<p><b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">List three interesting facts about your book (or the writing of it).</span></b></p>
<p>This trip was undertaken in the midst of the Covid pandemic. The
summer of 2021 offered a narrow window when the world opened up enough
to allow somewhat restricted international travel. As soon as we got
home the cases spiked again and constraints were tightened again.</p>
<p>Amazon tells me This book is number 68 for Donna Fletcher Crow titles.</p>
<p>During a recent promotion <i>Going There</i> was #1 in the French Travel category for several days.<br /></p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">How can our readers reach out to you?</span></b></p>
<p>I would love to have readers sign up for my <a href="https://donnafletchercrow.com/subscribe.php">monthly newsletter</a>.
You will not only receive monthly announcements of news and free book
offers, plus pictures of my garden and a video, but also a free copy of
the novel <i>A Tincture of Murder</i>, A Lord Danvers Victorian true-crime. </p>
<p>My Facebook Author page is<a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063745772509"> here</a>.</p>
<p>My Amazon page is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donna-Fletcher-Crow/author/B000APWGI4?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true">here</a>. <br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a2656d58-7fff-22ae-2837-58a1497702e6" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJm-wUGE83H1cgdAtiTYkpwOfkuVns5ZG9fTbsN1eQwzJN2Ykx053QX2bZW8GE_jBrqDamgjXPc-IZij3k6T7NaoTT-uSvtDTmUYDoeg0xzW50nmmj8XRk1LGPdolqiOD8GpSsBekmIJ402h6ucZn5RbMAinjDBdJ3nPYteITaSH-Wn9gTYvSxd5ousd5c/s595/Going%20There%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="388" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJm-wUGE83H1cgdAtiTYkpwOfkuVns5ZG9fTbsN1eQwzJN2Ykx053QX2bZW8GE_jBrqDamgjXPc-IZij3k6T7NaoTT-uSvtDTmUYDoeg0xzW50nmmj8XRk1LGPdolqiOD8GpSsBekmIJ402h6ucZn5RbMAinjDBdJ3nPYteITaSH-Wn9gTYvSxd5ousd5c/w418-h640/Going%20There%20cover.jpg" width="418" /></a></div><br />Title: Going There: Tales from the Riviera and Beyond</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Author: Donna Fletcher Crow<br />Publication Date: December 3, 2023<br />Pages: 152<br />Genre: Short Story Collection
</div><p align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 20px;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">In
the summer of 2021 my daughter-in-law and I slipped through a brief
window of sanity in a world driven mad by the Covid pandemic. Our
purpose was to see my granddaughter Jane to a summer program in Monaco,
then back to her ballet school in Switzerland. In spite of restrictions,
protests, and nail-biting worries, the result was a marvelous
experience. I invited characters from my mystery series to join me in my
imagination and have their own adventures in each setting. Their
encounters are: Nice: “The Crime of Passion”; St Tropez: “The Mother
Decrees”; Villefrance-sur-de-mer: “The Ghost Boy”; Monaco: “Fracas in
Monaco”; The Loire Valley: “The Old Winemaker”; Saint Gallen: “Whispers
of Legend”. The final coda is “Home Another Way” As 2 years later I
return from quite a different trip aboard the Queen Mary 2 and my
characters join in the celebrations as worlds coincide. More information
on the book GOING THERE: TALES FROM THE RIVIERA AND BEYOND can be found
at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Going-There-Tales-Riviera-Beyond-ebook/dp/B0CPHBRVJH?ref_=ast_author_mpb">https://www.amazon.com/Going-There-Tales-Riviera-Beyond-ebook/dp/B0CPHBRVJH?ref_=ast_author_mpb</a>. </span> </span></p>
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</p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-56766307980395302342024-01-10T00:00:00.001-05:002024-01-10T00:00:00.134-05:00ANNOUNCING GOING THERE: TALES FROM THE RIVIERA AND BEYOND BOOK TRAILER<p style="text-align: center;"> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Fu_MQgcoVvk?si=V_U-ham-HlPegoho" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">About the Book</span></b></p><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-xRFuEGWhO-jLv4gUT8YyhIllOJVc23lspSvsWKCJDlRjMMCdVXu2sNYoJ0OOpnY7ANIZF8C6_M1FJUDRfVLSTX7rkJSZjvt2Gm_onkXYnMfHAfWUreM75cfimcDEA0OSLKXtjTFMiX0x2Yp-sxcVyoTZDB4UWYHbZy7eFERqmnFC76PWhcu3rWGpAN9/s793/Going%20There%2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="793" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-xRFuEGWhO-jLv4gUT8YyhIllOJVc23lspSvsWKCJDlRjMMCdVXu2sNYoJ0OOpnY7ANIZF8C6_M1FJUDRfVLSTX7rkJSZjvt2Gm_onkXYnMfHAfWUreM75cfimcDEA0OSLKXtjTFMiX0x2Yp-sxcVyoTZDB4UWYHbZy7eFERqmnFC76PWhcu3rWGpAN9/w602-h399/Going%20There%2010.jpg" width="602" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWi22D5lVF3XEH6yp9GLAKqksxP9ce5UIZ5M-DfwZbO5nvqu2U00FUpSmr6qW1RrN7-Q9_MrDpcN26ORXUC_5tn3s3gTo0h7A67HSsoRbaBNRFPJ5W3SoX-j88-3Vrniq5MCKtJwMlDnHYN5TVHBrcm64ZiilDU_Xtj6RE3O-LR04irsXtzuTBe2sOXMU/s595/Going%20There%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="388" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWi22D5lVF3XEH6yp9GLAKqksxP9ce5UIZ5M-DfwZbO5nvqu2U00FUpSmr6qW1RrN7-Q9_MrDpcN26ORXUC_5tn3s3gTo0h7A67HSsoRbaBNRFPJ5W3SoX-j88-3Vrniq5MCKtJwMlDnHYN5TVHBrcm64ZiilDU_Xtj6RE3O-LR04irsXtzuTBe2sOXMU/w418-h640/Going%20There%20cover.jpg" width="418" /></a></div>In
the summer of 2021 my daughter-in-law and I slipped through a brief
window of sanity in a world driven mad by the Covid pandemic. Our
purpose was to see my granddaughter Jane to a summer program in Monaco,
then back to her ballet school in Switzerland. In spite of restrictions,
protests, and nail-biting worries, the result was a marvelous
experience.<p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">I
invited characters from my mystery series to join me in my imagination
and have their own adventures in each setting. Their encounters are:
Nice: “The Crime of Passion”; St Tropez: “The Mother Decrees”;
Villefrance-sur-de-mer: “The Ghost Boy”; Monaco: “Fracas in Monaco”; The
Loire Valley: “The Old Winemaker”; Saint Gallen: “Whispers of Legend”.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
final coda is “Home Another Way” As 2 years later I return from quite a
different trip aboard the Queen Mary 2 and my characters join in the
celebrations as worlds coincide.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">More information on the book GOING THERE: TALES FROM THE RIVIERA AND BEYOND can be found at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Going-There-Tales-Riviera-Beyond-ebook/dp/B0CPHBRVJH?ref_=ast_author_mpb">https://www.amazon.com/Going-There-Tales-Riviera-Beyond-ebook/dp/B0CPHBRVJH?ref_=ast_author_mpb</a>.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p></div><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7if8eozTq09XEySWMEaTUq_8axGW6gS63oXjMTioPu5UzWMp2R424HHEJo5FFrSVptZiRHpRqhd4L4D-wZjj4Pk9Jm6zdixdzYz-ndIkDZSBPTSdizq3o8YzP-ny_d2r_oV6a2Tvdy6PEqNhGWQ-A6ciroJIW_1_a2BqgQMiTUUK6FEx40ws4T-3XEcgK/s610/Donna%20Fletcher%20Crow%20Author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7if8eozTq09XEySWMEaTUq_8axGW6gS63oXjMTioPu5UzWMp2R424HHEJo5FFrSVptZiRHpRqhd4L4D-wZjj4Pk9Jm6zdixdzYz-ndIkDZSBPTSdizq3o8YzP-ny_d2r_oV6a2Tvdy6PEqNhGWQ-A6ciroJIW_1_a2BqgQMiTUUK6FEx40ws4T-3XEcgK/s320/Donna%20Fletcher%20Crow%20Author.jpg" width="214" /></a></i></div><i>Donna
Fletcher Crow, Novelist of British History, is an award-winning author
who has published some 50 books in a career spanning more than 40 years.
Her best-known work is Glastonbury, The Novel of Christian
England, a grail search epic depicting 1500 years of British history.
The Celtic Cross is a 10-book series covering the history of Scotland
and England from the 6th to the 20th century. </i><p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Crow
writes 3 mystery series: The Monastery Murders, contemporary clerical
mysteries with clues hidden deep in the past; Lord Danvers Investigates,
Victorian true-crime stories within a fictional setting; and The
Elizabeth and Richard literary suspense series, featuring various
literary figures. Where There is Love is a 6-book biographical novel
series of leaders of the early Evangelical Anglican movement. The
Daughters of Courage is a semi-autobiographical trilogy family saga of
Idaho pioneers.</span></span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Reviewers
routinely praise the quality of her writing and the depth of her
research. Crow says she tries never to write about a place she hasn’t
visited and one of her goals in writing is to give her readers a
you-are-there experience.</span></span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Donna and her husband of 60 years live in Boise, Idaho. They have 4 children and 15 grandchildren, and she is an avid gardener.</span></span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><strong>Author Links </strong> </span></span></i></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Ms.
Lambert, a distinguished genealogist, historian, and biographer,
achieved historical acclaim with her inaugural book, praised by
luminaries such as Pulitzer Prize-winner David Levering Lewis and
historian Charles Patterson. As an unrivaled familial authority, she
penned insightful biographies of visionary businessmen and civil rights
champions F.H.M. Murray and Barry A. Murray. Nestled in the Appalachian
Mountains of West Virginia with her husband, Ms. Lambert continues her
literary journey, poised to add two more captivating biographies and
contribute to a quartet of nonfiction gems, that showcases her
unwavering commitment to illuminating the human experience.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><strong>Author Links </strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="http://www.anitahackleylambert.com">Website</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/AnitaLambe49625/">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/people/Anita-Hackley-Lambert-Author/61552071992665/">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://www.instagram.com/anitahackleylambertauthor/">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://www.googlereads.com/author/show/718627.Anita_Hackley_Lambert">Goodreads</a> | <a href="https://linkedin.con/in/anita-hackley-lambert-148021a/">LinkedIn</a></span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="background-color: white; color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p><blockquote style="border: medium; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/s183/interview+delete.png" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="183" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/w251-h91/interview+delete.png" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="251" /></a></b></div></blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-e5465832-7fff-022e-aaa6-57529c09c6ac"></span><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>We are so excited about your new release, <em>Echoes of a Voice for Justice: The Story of Barry A. Murray</em>! </b><strong>Why Barry A. Murray?</strong> <strong>What was it about him that made you want to write a book about him?</strong></span></span></p>
<p><strong>Anita</strong>: Why, because it’s truly supernatural—all a
part of God’s plan. Barry Murray’s life and legacy had a date with
destiny. The Lord chosen, inspired and facilitated every aspect of Barry
Murray. Really. From, personal spiritual experiences I have learned
there are no coincidences. As fate would have it, the time had arrived
when Barry’s legacy and my destiny would merge. Barry Murray is the
cousin I came to know through exploring his life. Just as there was an
appointed time for Barry’s legacy to be revealed, God had orchestrated
the appointed for me to write Barry his story—just as He did for the
F.H.M. Murray legacy.</p>
<p>Anyone who knows me, understands that I live my life is
Spiritually-based. I do not focus on my desires but solely on how the
Spirit of God leads me. There are no words to express my gratitude that
God allowed me to the author of both Barry A. Murray and F.H.M. Murray’s
historical biographies that otherwise may never have been written. </p>
<p><br /><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Can you give us the very </strong><strong>first page</strong><strong> of your book so that we can get a glimpse inside?</strong></span></span></p>
<p><strong>Anita</strong>: As a spiritual-connected individual, I’m
thrilled you requested that page because, for me, it was the beginning
manifestation of a promise I received from Lord, years before. It’s
still awe surreal. </p>
<h1 class="wp-block-heading">PROLOGUE<br /><strong>Echoes of a Divine Encounter</strong></h1>
<p>God blessed me, then set me up to bless me again. </p>
<p>Call it an omen if you like. I know better. It was a clear
demonstration of God's favor in my life, as He has always been present.
In His infinite wisdom, the Holy Spirit sent a message to my spirit,
assuring me that great things would transpire once my book, <em>F.H.M. Murray: First Biography of a Forgotten Pioneer for Civil Justice</em> was released. Little did I know how astonishingly accurate that message would prove to be. </p>
<p>As a first-time author entering the arena of Pulitzer Prize-winning
authors, the journey behind the creation of this book is remarkable in
itself. Allow me to indulge in a few eventful affirmations leading to
this book.</p>
<p>Revelation At Harpers Ferry</p>
<p><strong>DAY 1</strong>. Over three remarkable days, I experienced an
extraordinary blessing. The journey began with a captivating audience of
history enthusiasts eagerly awaiting the scholarly presentation of my </p>
<p>. . .</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">During this time period, was there much turmoil going on in the country?</span></strong></p>
<p><br /><strong>Anita: </strong>In the crucible of 1963, a
twelve-year-old Barry Murray began his journey through a harsh reality
dominated by systemic racism. It was a pivotal point that laid the
foundation for his unwavering commitment to addressing the glaring
absence of support and representation for the black community. Submerged
in newspapers, Barry keenly observed the injustices reported and
pledged to become the advocate his people sorely needed.</p>
<p>The era spanning the mid-1960s to 2000 witnessed the prominence of
civil rights luminaries such as Martin Luther King, Jr., Julien Bond,
Eleanor Holmes Norton, John Lewis, Dorothy Height, and Fannie Lou Hamer.
Yet, following King's tragic assassination, a shift occurred in the
landscape of activism. Many leaders assumed federal positions, trading
some of their boldness for comfortable roles, which, ironically, did not
afford the freedoms they once enjoyed. The struggle for justice became
entangled with financial gains, and the waves of change began to recede.</p>
<p>Compounding this transition, both white and black press adopted a
superficial approach to news reporting. White media, driven by
advertiser interests, skewed their narratives, neglecting the pressing
issues affecting black communities. Simultaneously, the black press,
grappling to stay afloat, found itself caught in a cycle of rehashing
stories originating from the white press.</p>
<p>Barry, disheartened by the distortion of facts, recognized a critical
gap in the narrative. The community remained uninformed, devoid of an
authentic voice that truly represented their concerns. This realization
sparked an unyielding determination within him. He envisioned a future
where he would assume the self-appointed role of advocating for the
black race – a mission to make waves, empower the community, and
disseminate the unadulterated truth. Barry Murray emerged as a symbol of
resilience, propelled by a commitment to fill the void and ensure that
his people were not merely heard but accurately informed about the
realities shaping their lives.<strong><br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">This "closely guarded secret" that you hint about in the book description, can you give us a hint at what that is?</span></span></strong></p>
<p><br /><strong>Anita</strong>: I'll reveal only this much: had the
secret not been guarded with utmost care, the narrative of Barry Murray
might never have unfolded. What I am willing to assert is that, in my
perspective, the true hero—or should I say, heroine—of this entire saga
is an impoverished, solitary, and perplexed orphan girl. She, against
all odds, defied expectations and made a pivotal decision that became
the genesis of this entire tale.<br /></p>
<p><strong style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Do you believe we need more people like Barry A. Murray and, why or why not?</span></strong></p>
<p><br /><strong>Anita</strong>: AT the moment and based upon the current
fallen state of humanity, more people like Barry Murray is not what this
country needs. While the prospect of such a transformation may seem
like wishful thinking, the landscape of our times has indeed undergone
significant upheaval, leaving everything topsy-turvy. Our current
reality reflects an ungodly societal shift, where the lines between
right and wrong, good and bad, have become blurred. Regrettably, our
society and the global stage have evolved into a marketplace of hatred,
indifference, and intolerance. It is disheartening to observe that those
with malicious intent are causing disruptions, and there seems to be a
deafening silence in response. Society appears to have succumbed to a
state of collective ignorance, fear, and confusion. The struggle for
survival has become a daily reality for many, with the simple act of
providing for their children becoming an arduous task.</p>
<p>True change, it seems, hinges on decisive actions from our government
or military to reclaim power for the people. Until then, the narrative
remains stagnant. A pivotal aspect missing from our current discourse is
the absence of God and the Bible, which, if reinstated, would serve as a
beacon to steer humanity away from self-destruction.</p>
<p>Speaking from a personal standpoint as a woman of faith, having
traversed two near-death experiences has granted me glimpses into the
future. I am certain that a day of reckoning is on the horizon. Positive
change will manifest, ushering in a season of change for the betterment
of the people. However, the inevitable corruption cycle repeats itself,
with evil rearing its head once more, presenting new challenges. It is
during these times that figures like Barry Murray and other advocates
for humanity will need to unite or stand alone to uphold justice. </p>
<p>Then our nation would urgently require powerful like-minded advocates
of civil rights and full equality—men and women alike—who will
courageously champion what is right and stand against the prevailing
injustices targeting humanity. The strength derived from an unwavering
connection to the Word of God will be the determining factor in
prevailing over adversity. Sadly, amidst this struggle, millions,
perhaps billions, may perish, highlighting the urgency for a collective
awakening and a return to foundational Christian values this nation was
founded upon.</p>
<p><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Is this a series of books and if so what are the others?</span></span></strong></p>
<p><br /><strong>Anita</strong>: My writing career had to be appointed by
God, because although I write historical biographies, that would not
have been my genre of choice. I am on a divine mission to write a host
of nonfiction books, not a specific series. As 2024 approaches I shall
strive to complete as many of the following book projects as possible:</p>
<ol><li>Second Edition – F.H.M. Murray biography (to highlight his major contributions and to add more research details)</li><li>The
F.H.M. Murray’s Family Member Biographies & Genealogy Charts of
selected individuals who devoted their lives and careers to the
betterment of humanity during a time when Jim Crow laws prevailed.</li><li>Authorized
biography: an amazing “outhouse to the White House” story of a poor
orphaned girl who against all odds, emerged to work for some of the
world’s wealthiest families before working for two former U.S.
presidents.</li><li>Memoir: My two near-death experiences and my transforming life</li><li>Inspirational/Encouragement: about the supernatural connection between dreams and achieving your goals</li><li>Memoir:
based on the unpublished book (No Where to Run), I wrote when I was 14
about the deep dark secret that nearly shattered and almost ended my
life. </li></ol>
<p>If I were to stop and think about it, this might seem like a lot.
However, each of these volumes either have either a rough draft or
summary chapter outlines, which will help move things along. I will do
my best as I am still learning to write.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><strong>What do you believe would put an end to racism?</strong> <strong>Are we going about it all wrong and that's why nothing's working? Or do you believe we are doing everything we can and are going in the right direction?</strong></span></span></p>
<p><br /><strong>Anita</strong>: Based on my observations, racism appears
to be a learned behavior, sustained by the persistence of prejudiced
hearts. It seems destined to persist until either those harboring such
malice undergo a transformative change or the world itself comes to an
end. The key to eradicating racism lies in the willingness of parents to
instill values that prioritize judging individuals based on their
character rather than the color of their skin.</p>
<p>Reflecting on the historical dynamics of white infants raised by
black caregivers, I'm reminded of instances where deep bonds were
formed. A white friend who experienced such an upbringing shared, "To
this day, I cherish my 'mammy' as if she were my biological mother. Her
kindness, warmth, nurturing nature, and love were unparalleled. My
biological mother was seldom involved in my upbringing."</p>
<p>However, the present reality is marked by a troubling landscape of
opposing groups seemingly fueled and funded to incite racial and civil
unrest. A concerning trend involves uneducated and ignorant youth from
various ethnic backgrounds falling into a trap, unwittingly contributing
to civil discord. Many seem to lack a clear understanding of the
protests they join, functioning as followers without leadership skills,
ambitions, or dreams—essentially becoming unwitting puppets.</p>
<p>In my perspective, the role of the federal government in curbing
hatred and racism has been notably limited. Insights from media and
digital platforms reveal a disheartening truth: politicians, regardless
of party affiliations, often prioritize personal wealth accumulation
over serving the people. The pervasive issue persists because little
concrete action is taken to address the root problems.</p>
<p>While some assert that a solution would require an act of Congress, I
posit an alternative view. Real change, I believe, necessitates an Act
of God—an intervention beyond the conventional realms of human
governance. Until a higher force intervenes, inspiring genuine
transformation and a commitment to resolving societal ills, the status
quo prevails, and the cycle of unaddressed issues perpetuates.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a2656d58-7fff-22ae-2837-58a1497702e6" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1p3pZfkMA6cXJnFMrWD6_cMlQx5xTQIIu4P_oywbZYiJLnZzroUjjqR6Qu2ng72w3Kf1vI4guDTd_UbMZZcRux92oIoId9z8a4IhdPVy0Sz436wksp0NrYzmM3uaGV4FuwxzO82zuPQtnsmb473_Ourk_8eBb1gHx2g-UlBjSUL7GyMff0JeveS2lqyF/s582/Echoes%20of%20a%20Voice%20for%20Justice%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="401" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1p3pZfkMA6cXJnFMrWD6_cMlQx5xTQIIu4P_oywbZYiJLnZzroUjjqR6Qu2ng72w3Kf1vI4guDTd_UbMZZcRux92oIoId9z8a4IhdPVy0Sz436wksp0NrYzmM3uaGV4FuwxzO82zuPQtnsmb473_Ourk_8eBb1gHx2g-UlBjSUL7GyMff0JeveS2lqyF/w440-h640/Echoes%20of%20a%20Voice%20for%20Justice%20cover.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<p>Title: Echoes of a Voice for Justice: The Story of Barry A. Murray<br />Author: Anita Hackley Lambert<br />Publisher: HLE Publishing<br />Pages: 296<br />Genre: Historical Biography<br /></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Experience the extraordinary life of Barry Antonio Murray, an unwavering champion for the progressive Black movement of the post-Reconstruction era. Ms. Lambert masterfully tells the riveting tale of this unsung civil rights activist, influential publisher, and uncompromising editor in this historic biography. Uncovering a 50-year-old family secret, Ms. Lambert’s captivating narrative begins at her book’s debut, where chance encounters forever altered her life. Delve into Barry Murray’s legacy, his ties to F.H.M. Murray, a civil rights trailblazer and the great-grandfather he never knew—yet, walked in his shoes. Readers gain insights into the nation’s racial divide and witness the heart-wrenching conclusion and his questionable sudden death. This captivating biography sheds light on Barry’s remarkable journey, celebrating his unwavering activism, pursuit of justice, and empowerment of the community. This saga intertwines history, personal struggles, and family secrets, leaving an indelible mark on readers, showcasing the indomitable spirit of one man’s triumphs and divine destiny.</p>
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</p><br /><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-91322404607128085132024-01-04T00:00:00.001-05:002024-01-04T00:00:00.142-05:00Character Q&A: Sunny Sullivan of Robin Jay's Sunny's Secrets #characterinterview <p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><b style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s1600/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="490" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s640/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=s1229" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="1229" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=w583-h69" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="583" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;" /></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #ccffcc; border: 1px solid green; padding: 10px;"><div style="background-color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Today's guest is<span style="color: #274e13;"> <b>Sunny Sullivan</b></span></span></b> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">from
inside the pages of <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>SUNNY'S SECRETS</b></span> by <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Robin Jay</b></span>. It is a pleasure to have her with us at <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>The Literary Nook</b></span>!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What is your name?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Sunny Sullivan</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What do you look like? Where are you today and what are you doing?</span></span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I just turned 60, I still have blonde hair; I don’t think I’ll ever go
gray. Plus, I keep fit between work and running around. I think I could
pass for 50.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Where are you today and what are you doing?</span></b></span><strong></strong></p>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1PMGjUWuXV6lGuKSR5fD9ULYjNAkxJUnhi0I2wgt-mv7QGrLpF7zjQUoj3orBO3Rnu7YALr-nlOVaZQrZc5JzU-n3Ygb-pbri1MJkK_SBe07DsCrMoVxTGjZeA74i8YTz-ilVSOhhusbIBUHCVYguuFPwSZeYlLF3Q5-ZmKK7h_iS7K6vgUyhBjMclSG/s300/aawoman.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1PMGjUWuXV6lGuKSR5fD9ULYjNAkxJUnhi0I2wgt-mv7QGrLpF7zjQUoj3orBO3Rnu7YALr-nlOVaZQrZc5JzU-n3Ygb-pbri1MJkK_SBe07DsCrMoVxTGjZeA74i8YTz-ilVSOhhusbIBUHCVYguuFPwSZeYlLF3Q5-ZmKK7h_iS7K6vgUyhBjMclSG/s1600/aawoman.png" width="300" /></a></div><br />I was widowed in 2003 when my husband John was sent on a deployment
to Afghanistan. He was killed by a suicide bomber. I never thought I’d
recover. It took time and the help of friends, but I managed to recover.
It’s hard to believe it’s been twenty years since I lost John. I’m
still nursing. I don’t know if I’ll ever retire; I like helping patients
too much. A long time ago, my friend Rohan, a retired oncologist, and I
found a new way to heal people. It’s incredible! We traveled to India
to learn this new healing method. I even managed to find love again. My
second husband, Richard, is a doctor, and we live in Dayton, Ohio, not
far from Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. He moved here from Virginia to
be with me.<p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Describe the outside of your home.</span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>I’m still in the home I had with John. I loved it then and still love
it now. I couldn’t ever bear to leave it. My favorite part is the
backyard and patio. The bottom half of the house is brick, so it works
great with the pavers that make up the patio. The patio is a big part of
what made me fall in love with the house the minute we saw it. I’m
outside in the backyard from the first glimpse of spring until the first
snow, it seems. It has such a warm vibe, which is important since the
winters in Dayton can really get cold. I still buy fresh flowers every
spring and plant them around the perimeter of the backyard. There is a
nice yard with lush grass that’s just the right size and a big willow
tree in the far corner.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What’s the mood outside right now?</span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>The leaves that are still clinging to the trees are changing color.
Fall in Ohio is spectacular! We might have a sunny day when we can enjoy
coffee out on the patio, and then the next day, we have thunderstorms
and wind that are brutal! It’s exciting, and we love the change of
seasons.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What is your favorite piece of clothing? </span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>Don’t tell Richard, but it’s actually one of John’s old USAF tee
shirts. I don’t wear it very often, but when I do, it feels like John is
right next to me. I could never get rid of it.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What scares you? </span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>I don’t think I could stand to lose Richard. Life is so precious!
Losing John nearly did me in. In fact, if I hadn’t become friends with
Rohan, whom I’d met at John’s funeral, I might not have survived. Rohan
showed me how to heal people and gave my life purpose. And I wanted to
honor John by being strong. I guess you could say I’m afraid of being
afraid. I don’t like feeling weak. I’ve come so far and found my inner
strength, which is something I’d wish for everyone. Once you find that,
no one can take it away from you.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">How would your parents describe you?</span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>I was only seventeen when my dad died. He’s the one who wanted to
name me Sunny. He thought I was everything. My brother, Buddy, was
always jealous because I was a typical “Daddy’s girl.” My mother was so
proud of me. She believed there was nothing I couldn’t do. I kept the
family going after my dad died. She calls me her strong soldier. If she
only knew how scared I was then. After our dad died, she didn’t move for
nearly a year. She just sat there in our living room. I finally
suggested we go for drives. It seemed to do the trick because a few
months later, when I insisted we take a family vacation, she said,
“Okay.” That’s when my mom met Danny Gold. They’ve been together ever
since.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? </span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>I say my prayers. I thank God for my life and for Richard. And I
thank him for my dear friends and ask him to protect them. Then, I ask
him to end suffering and pain and to help me continue to heal people.
And I always end by asking him to take good care of John.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Who is your best friend?</span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>It’s a close tie between Jen Logan and Rohan Ray. Jen is my best
girlfriend. She always has my back and we have such a great time
together; we’re always laughing. I met her soon after John and I moved
to Dayton. I didn’t have many friends growing up because I was busy
taking care of my family. Then I went to nursing school. I’ve always
been too busy for friends. So, when I met Jen, we hit it off perfectly! I
love her with all my heart. She is married to John’s best friend,
Roger, who was in the Air Force with John. He’s retired now. I honestly
don’t know what I’d do without them in my life.</p>
<p>As for Rohan, he’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known. We’ve been friends
for twenty years now and he’s getting older. I thought he was old when I
met him! He’s smart and kind. People always wondered if we were more
than just friends, but it was never like that. He looked out for me and
was more like a father figure. His friendship means the world to me.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Do you believe the author did a bang up job of portraying you as a character that everyone would love to read about?</span></span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p>Yes, I do! One comment about the story said, “One of the novel’s
strengths is the way it masterfully and vividly depicts Sunny’s emotions
during the initial stages of her grief and inner struggles…. The
author’s ability to convey the depths of Sunny’s despair and the
emptiness she feels in the absence of her husband is truly remarkable.”
Yet, as I’ve shared here, I became very strong as a result of all the
adversity I’ve faced. If readers love a psychological/medical thriller,
they’ll be rooting for me to get through my challenges successfully.
And, they’ll likely wonder what THEY would do if they were in my
position.</p>
<p>I care deeply about people, and I think readers will feel my positive
energy and root for my success, despite the fact that what I’m doing is
unorthodox and questionable, at best. Being a nurse, working so closely
with patients who are between life and death, makes me appreciate
everything good about life. I think we could all stand to read a story
that’s life-affirming and positive.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; margin: 0in;"></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><b>About the Book</b> </b> </span><span style="color: black; white-space: pre;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span> <span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogBzCr8epCydSUU7FH6WODMclCT86Ilo6gMcmyoHmgAsRwgkHq2bOnXKid-skVZS0Scn0t09BHAleT56_CN99R8vtpr4f9K7KUArPB84fTKNYLA4Bt27N92FhOi7FxrkZWlEvb-IL85gCY7d0G2TWG7ncmVk9t8puox8R_JYs470d4oKhroPfM73N2HzO/s2560/Sunny's%20Secrets%20lg.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogBzCr8epCydSUU7FH6WODMclCT86Ilo6gMcmyoHmgAsRwgkHq2bOnXKid-skVZS0Scn0t09BHAleT56_CN99R8vtpr4f9K7KUArPB84fTKNYLA4Bt27N92FhOi7FxrkZWlEvb-IL85gCY7d0G2TWG7ncmVk9t8puox8R_JYs470d4oKhroPfM73N2HzO/w400-h640/Sunny's%20Secrets%20lg.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span><p style="text-align: left;">
</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A suicide bomber changed Sunny’s life forever. A nurse from a military family, she finds herself devastated and alone. At her husband’s funeral, she’s approached by a mysterious Indian doctor, Rohan Ray, who shows her how to switch Life Force Energy between two people – those who are about to end their lives and patients who would give anything to live another day. Playing with fate is not for the faint of heart. Will the crushing responsibility be too much for Sunny to bear?</span></span></p>
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</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoOxuZ_TODHPO70NE1FXkHvCoCXvNKeMNHd5UZ0kEC8uiF2aC6_aQI0qp9T261_bPxKGN47tau5nfhSLBNPvnw4NQlaG_LKXCmoWnZVfgrZ8ux8w9Tpoi-4bdzKpb96RYmKy5pHZI7Xrefr7892KPR23o6dCMrV0cU2YKIiKM_Sk1pZ3eeTPIb7_wACAd/s1405/Robin%20Jay%20lg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1405" data-original-width="969" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoOxuZ_TODHPO70NE1FXkHvCoCXvNKeMNHd5UZ0kEC8uiF2aC6_aQI0qp9T261_bPxKGN47tau5nfhSLBNPvnw4NQlaG_LKXCmoWnZVfgrZ8ux8w9Tpoi-4bdzKpb96RYmKy5pHZI7Xrefr7892KPR23o6dCMrV0cU2YKIiKM_Sk1pZ3eeTPIb7_wACAd/s320/Robin%20Jay%20lg.jpeg" width="221" /></a></div>Robin Jay is an award-winning filmmaker and author, speaker, and publisher. She is also a Business Relationship Expert who shares the nuts and bolts of building profitable business relationships with an emphasis on smart ways to network and socialize with clients.<p></p>
<p>Her clients tagged her <strong>“The Queen of the Business Lunch™”. </strong> Robin personally hosted more than 3,000 client lunches and saw her sales increase by more than 2,000%! Her sense of humor and candid approach to sharing the principles that helped her to achieve such tremendous success as an Advertising Account Executive in Las Vegas, Nevada, helped to make her first book an international success. Robin’s award-winning business book is <strong>“The Art of the Business Lunch ~ Building Relationships Between 12 and 2”</strong> (Career Press.) It has been published in twelve languages worldwide. She’s also a contributor to <strong>“Chicken Soup for the Wine Lover’s Soul.”</strong> She’s been featured internationally on <strong>MSNBC-TV</strong>, <strong>Newsweek Magazine, CNN, the BBC,</strong> <strong>the New York Times, The London Financial Times, Forbes.com, </strong>and other international and national media outlets.</p>
<p>In 2006, Robin founded the <strong>Las Vegas Convention Speakers Bureau.</strong> As president, she manages the bureau and coaches speakers to success in person and online. She especially enjoys the cache the bureau lends to create and publish intellectual properties. She edited and published <strong>“The Power of the Platform,” </strong>a series of three anthologies that feature messages from today’s top motivational speakers, including <strong>Jack Canfield, Brian Tracy, </strong>and<strong> Les Brown</strong>. </p>
<p>Robin’s passion for storytelling has evolved to presenting messages of empowerment and inspiration in films as writer, producer, and costar of the first funny personal development movies. Her films are collectively known as “The Key Movies.” (see TheKeyMovies.com.) The films star many of today’s top personal development experts, including <strong>Jack Canfield, Brian Tracy, don Miguel Ruiz, Rev. Michael Beckwith, John Assaraf, </strong>and<strong> John Gray</strong>. Robin’s writer/producer awards include Best Independent Film, Best Documentary, Best Concept, and Best Original Song for the soundtrack song, “Stronger than Ever.”</p>
<p>Robin took advantage of the recent lockdown to pivot and write her first novel, “Sunny’s Secrets,” a Psychological Suspense story. It follows the life of Sunny Sullivan, a nurse with a special, unorthodox method of healing people.</p>
<p>Most recently, Robin coauthored a memoir with reality TV star Tana Goertz. Robin’s expanded social media reach, including book and movie experts, speakers, and colleagues, has well over 100,000 followers.</p>
<p><strong>Author Links </strong> </p>
<p><a href="http://www.robinjay.com">Website</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/TheKEYmovies">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/robinjay/">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://www.instagram.com/robinjaylv/">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/robinjay/">LinkedIn</a></p>
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</p><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-22986254137417576902024-01-03T00:00:00.000-05:002024-01-03T00:00:00.317-05:00Q&A: Michael D. Meloan, Author of Pinball Wizard #Q&A #Interview #PinballWizard<p> <br /></p><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://theliterarynook.blogspot.com/2023/07/q-kristina-mand-lakhiani-author-of.html"></a>
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Meloan traveled extensively to England, Germany, and South Korea
supporting the Department of Defense as a software engineer. He met the
real Top Guns at Ramstein, Germany. He also wrote short stories for
Larry Flynt, Buzz, Wired Magazine, and many literary journals. With his
brother, Steven, he penned a published novel called The Shroud. Also
with his brother, he wrote journalism for The Huffington Post.<p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">In
the ‘80s and ‘90s, Meloan was friends with Charles Bukowski and his
wife Linda. Bukowski enthusiastically encouraged his writing and invited
him and his wife Cathy to many Hollywood events.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Meloan
was also good friends with NPR monologue artist Joe Frank. Their
regular brunches at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills were among the
most fascinating encounters of his life. They discussed sexual failure,
the nature of existence, godly realms, and the existential abyss. Meloan
had the privilege of co-writing a number of radio shows with Frank that
appeared on the NPR syndicate. The documentaries</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Bukowski: Born into This and Joe Frank: Somewhere Out There both contain interviews with Meloan.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Visit the book’s website at <a href="http://www.pinballwizardbook.com">www.pinballwizardbook.com</a>.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="background-color: white; color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p><blockquote style="border: medium; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/s183/interview+delete.png" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="183" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/w251-h91/interview+delete.png" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="251" /></a></b></div></blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-e5465832-7fff-022e-aaa6-57529c09c6ac"></span><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>Why did you decide to write Pinball Wizard?<i> </i>Did the inspiration come at a particular moment, or had you been planning to write the book for a while?</b></span></span></p>
<p>I have been posting shorts on Facebook for years. Some of the themes
related to my parents’ acrimonious divorce, my work as a software
engineer involving Top Gun fighter pilots in Europe, and my friendship
with the writer Charles Bukowski. Unlikely as it might seem, I decided
to ball all of these disparate elements into one novella. My readers
tell me that it worked.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Did you have to do any research before writing this book or was it more a self-guided knowledge on the subject? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I always do research. One of my goals is to create a cinematic
experience for the reader, so I’m always looking at visuals. And I
include intricate details of the scenarios I describe, hopefully without
becoming tedious. It’s a fine balance.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What are some of the positive results or responses you have received since publishing your book?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Many readers have communicated with me via Facebook to express their
appreciation for the literary experience PINBALL WIZARD provides. That
has been exciting.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">List three interesting facts about yourself.</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I lived in Turin, Italy for six months when I was 13. My father was a
visiting professor. During that time, we visited London, Paris, Zurich,
Geneva, and the major cities of Italy. It gave me a window on the
world.</p>
<p>In addition to writing, I was a software engineer for many years and traveled all over the world in that capacity.</p>
<p>And finally, I do killer karaoke.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">How can our readers reach out to you?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>The best way to contact me is via email.</p>
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</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Michael
D. Meloan’s new novella PINBALL WIZARD is a story of love, sex, jets,
and Bukowski. Ralph is buffeted between a controlling father,
international intrigue in the US defense industry, and a friendship with
the writer Charles Bukowski. A wild girlfriend also ratchets-up the
action.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Are
you the Pinball Wizard or the pinball?” asks Ralph’s manager inside a
nuclear hardened bunker in England. That is the question driving Michael
D. Meloan’s new novella–a story of love, sex, jets, and Bukowski.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Lights
flash and bells ring as Ralph is buffeted between a controlling father,
international intrigue in the US defense industry, and a friendship
with the writer Charles Bukowski. A wild girlfriend also ratchets-up the
action.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">But in the end, it is Ralph’s turn at the controls.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“My
mailbox contained a surprise a week or so ago: PINBALL WIZARD, a
novella by Michael Meloan. It is one of the most satisfying reading
experiences I’ve had in recent years, in part because it handles a
famous writer (Charles Bukowski) as one of its main characters with
nonchalant deftness. Meloan’s slightly picaresque story is hard to
classify, which is one of the things that makes it such a pleasure to
read. He has a gift for writing unapologetically masculine prose; it’s
flavorful without being exotic, and it doesn’t hurt that he has a fine
ear for dialogue.”–Bill Mohr, writer, critic, and English Literature
Professor at California State University, Long Beach</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">More information on the book PINBALL WIZARD can be found at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Pinball-Wizard-Michael-D-Meloan/dp/1733386483/">https://www.amazon.com/Pinball-Wizard-Michael-D-Meloan/dp/1733386483/</a>. <br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></p></i></b></div></div><p> </p><p> </p><p>
</p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-80970899471615319432023-12-29T07:45:00.002-05:002023-12-29T07:45:30.252-05:00ANNOUNCING STONEBRIDGE BOOK TRAILER<p style="text-align: center;"> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bHrQioFgsEo?si=UpU82D83_KCh9gn9" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">About the Book</span></b></p><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNlmFqkMfhHlmb2Dv5TwVxIeqxmgVzRYVXQIkESfTVP9V_aZEKJWsdYpLnN4ZMtGKgeeJQ21m7miKnfxtbxnjHtqWFejd72VDoS61VDGCCML4g04WopiLz7jRg0-AZyXo-nHba9O1K5EQq-18nj4X8y28CSqvCZXnOdhM4gUAWCZX6j9Xj7P1ZsD9hcoJ/s758/Stone%20Bridge%208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="758" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNlmFqkMfhHlmb2Dv5TwVxIeqxmgVzRYVXQIkESfTVP9V_aZEKJWsdYpLnN4ZMtGKgeeJQ21m7miKnfxtbxnjHtqWFejd72VDoS61VDGCCML4g04WopiLz7jRg0-AZyXo-nHba9O1K5EQq-18nj4X8y28CSqvCZXnOdhM4gUAWCZX6j9Xj7P1ZsD9hcoJ/w669-h474/Stone%20Bridge%208.jpg" width="669" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: start;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJC9vf6WSQGwbiT5FpOZmIqVCladyqk25AxIMetWn3zb10pf30uY1Wzf8yrg85H45ttEr69AGIIGr-qdJYZF_vl5gbGSN4dQ-oABdGAECaae_kIaiEwBhVs4g4auKuuFNwQXXEQ0V0iXr1qvjp9GSia6OVgWD1RMUlb5ve3EdbLixa7O4wImjHUm3GL7Qu/s617/Stone%20Bridge%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="415" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJC9vf6WSQGwbiT5FpOZmIqVCladyqk25AxIMetWn3zb10pf30uY1Wzf8yrg85H45ttEr69AGIIGr-qdJYZF_vl5gbGSN4dQ-oABdGAECaae_kIaiEwBhVs4g4auKuuFNwQXXEQ0V0iXr1qvjp9GSia6OVgWD1RMUlb5ve3EdbLixa7O4wImjHUm3GL7Qu/s320/Stone%20Bridge%20cover.jpg" width="215" /></a><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">After
the death of her mother, Rynna Dalton comes to live with her imperious
great-grandmother and her bookish, disabled cousin Ted at Stonebridge
Manor. Almost immediately she is aware of a mysterious presence, which
she believes is the spirit of her mother’s murdered cousin, Rosalind.
Rynna is charmed by Rosalind’s lawyer son Jason Wyatt, who courts her,
and she agrees to marry him. Meanwhile Ted and Rynna become good
friends. But Stonebridge holds secrets that will profoundly affect her
future. Why is Ted so opposed to the match? Why does Rosalind seem to
warn Rynna against it? And how far will Jason go to possess
Stonebridge—and the woman he professes to love?</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Links:</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stonebridge-Linda-Griffin-ebook/dp/B0CGG1TN31"><b>Amazon</b></a><b> | </b><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1000585740"><b>Barnes & Noble</b></a><b> | </b><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/stonebridge/id6463164419"><b>iBooks</b></a></span></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nHtzBIsp53w4C48vYmR353sxV05BPeFjl1wEMN6ozdhXwSjkZlkyC3Rxhmdo7Wl3EiH-Fc0JjO2DryWpgx4wPJBzXY0dGqFjzYqZY0O70FursgXQ3tw2hQqGPCB_xP_n3gw8ryFX7GmSUdZi2Jworx4H7iXkusvkDIO_Q7HYhR1eh2h82LZANBED6BYD/s385/Linda%20Griffin%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="385" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nHtzBIsp53w4C48vYmR353sxV05BPeFjl1wEMN6ozdhXwSjkZlkyC3Rxhmdo7Wl3EiH-Fc0JjO2DryWpgx4wPJBzXY0dGqFjzYqZY0O70FursgXQ3tw2hQqGPCB_xP_n3gw8ryFX7GmSUdZi2Jworx4H7iXkusvkDIO_Q7HYhR1eh2h82LZANBED6BYD/s320/Linda%20Griffin%20author.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><i><br />Linda
Griffin knew she wanted to be a “book maker” as soon as she learned to
read and wrote her first story, “Judy and the Fairies,” at the age of
six. She retired as fiction librarian for the San Diego Public Library
to spend more time on her writing. She has had stories of every length
from short shorts to novellas published in numerous literary journals,
and Stonebridge is her eighth book from the Wild Rose Press. She
enjoys the three R’s — reading, writing, and research–as well as
Scrabble, movies, and travel. </i><p></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Author Links </b> </span></span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.lindagriffinauthor.com/">Website</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/LindaGriffinA">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lindagriffin.author/">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://www.instagram.com/lindagriffinauthor/">Instagram</a></span></span></i></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: start;"></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></p></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-30763830340516948442023-12-27T08:34:00.001-05:002023-12-27T08:34:37.905-05:00Q&A: Jennifer Chase, Author of Her Dying Kiss: Detective Katie Scott Book 10 #Q&A #Interview #HerDyingKiss @jchasenovelist<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83d5ftKS0omX65zYx1yhm6tmQIbhfVEUKt1VBwL9VUfb1RHCAuSXLIaXoAX_9lV3bQirGJLm1slxQpQejrnYGX23l-jWwG2b_lso8qbTnmdk6M7dmOPZq0G8FUYr8da3KCn52P66hXd_gvo5B6ciSKHMKx0q3t5ZLeCAWNZSudKILVNq0K3mr4ftiiF8w/s619/Jennifer%20Chase.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="571" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83d5ftKS0omX65zYx1yhm6tmQIbhfVEUKt1VBwL9VUfb1RHCAuSXLIaXoAX_9lV3bQirGJLm1slxQpQejrnYGX23l-jWwG2b_lso8qbTnmdk6M7dmOPZq0G8FUYr8da3KCn52P66hXd_gvo5B6ciSKHMKx0q3t5ZLeCAWNZSudKILVNq0K3mr4ftiiF8w/s16000/Jennifer%20Chase.png" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://theliterarynook.blogspot.com/2023/07/q-kristina-mand-lakhiani-author-of.html"></a>
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<p><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">Jennifer
Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today Best Selling crime fiction
author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a
bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology
& criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her
curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience
with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal
investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds
certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.<br />
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Where do you get inspiration for your stories? </span></b></span></p><p>Inspiration
is everywhere! You don't have to look far to find creative ideas for
crime fiction. News. Neighborhoods. Running errands. Living life and
being aware of people and surroundings give me inspiration with a
creative edge.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Where is your book set and have you ever been there? </span></b></span></p><p>My
Detective Katie Scott series is set in Pine Valley, California. It's a
fictional town near the Sierra Mountains. I've been to many towns around
that area and they've given me ideas and a great backdrop for my
series.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What is your next project? </span></b></span></p><p>I'm continuing with the Detective Katie Scott and K9 Cisco series with more books. </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;">What genre do you write and why?</span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;"> </span></span></b></p><p>I
write crime fiction and thrillers. It's my favorite type of book to
read. They are not the only genres I read, but I seem to gravitate
toward them. </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;">What is a favorite compliment you have received on your writing? </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;"> </span></span></b></p><p>I
received a message from a reader who referred to the character, John
McClane in the Die Hard movies, and called me Jen McClane. I laughed,
but loved it because it meant that I can write big action and thrills. </p><p><b><span><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">How are you similar to or different from your lead character? </span></span></span></b></p><p>There
might be some similarities to Detective Katie Scott. I'm tenacious and
have been know to stand up against criminal activity. </p><p><b><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">In one sentence, what was the road to publishing like? </span></span></b></p><p>It's an exciting road of ups and down, but if you stick to it you will finally get to where you want to go.</p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;">What is one piece of advice you would give to an aspiring author? </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;"> </span></span></b></p><p>
</p><p>Write what you love, don't let anyone take it away from you, and keep writing!</p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;"><b>Do you snack while writing? Favorite snack? </b></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;"> </span></span></p><p>I
usually don't snack while writing because it can get messy, but I'm
known to eat crunchy Bugles or black licorice on occasion. </p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Where do you write?</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p><p>I
generally write in my home office where it's quiet, but sometimes I
take my laptop and move around to different areas indoors as well as
outside.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Do you write every day? </span></b></span></p><p>I write five to six days a week.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What is your writing schedule like? </span></b></span></p><p>I write in 3-4 hours of blocks of time in the morning and afternoon.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">In today’s tech savvy world, most writers use a computer or laptop. Have you ever written parts of your book on paper? </span></b></span></p><p>
</p><p>I write on a computer. I also keep a notebook on the book I'm writing where I jot down notes, scenes, and outlines of chapters.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Favorite travel spot? </span></b></span></p><p>Anywhere where there's a beach! It's a place I love and can really relax.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Favorite dessert? </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p><p>I don't usually eat dessert, but crème brulee is my all-time favorite for special occasions.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Any hobbies? </span></b></span></p><p>I don't have enough time for all the things I love. Photography, hiking, and dog training are at the top of my list.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What is your favorite thing to do in the fall? </span></b></span></p><p>I love fall! The weather is cooler and the changing of season is awesome. I love to take longer hikes to enjoy nature. </p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What is your go-to breakfast item? </span></b></span></p><p>I'm
definitely not a morning person, so I make my breakfast as fast,
healthy and easy as possible. I make a blueberry protein packed
smoothie.</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What is the oldest item of clothing you own? </span></b></span></p><p>
</p><p>A pair of jeans I've had for decades. Yep, sometimes they fit a
bit tight while other times they fit just right. The best worn pair of
jeans in the world!</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a2656d58-7fff-22ae-2837-58a1497702e6" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyDwJ7Cu1G5yQzGqpnRvPQacj24c8vEg8mMkFkRhJT1pO3gSytEAgExvh54qcXaCnyF0Ezmm8Ejw7S6TD3RFxpsq9Jn7w-MO81twzSs73K6NZTG7d-CVDpoQ4oade5-4Pm1mvYWLFDfXrwVHFey6OGi8MilRGnMk8NRRDqe_rdX3J-xYIDnbYTQxA8Y44/s594/Her%20Dying%20Kiss%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="391" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyDwJ7Cu1G5yQzGqpnRvPQacj24c8vEg8mMkFkRhJT1pO3gSytEAgExvh54qcXaCnyF0Ezmm8Ejw7S6TD3RFxpsq9Jn7w-MO81twzSs73K6NZTG7d-CVDpoQ4oade5-4Pm1mvYWLFDfXrwVHFey6OGi8MilRGnMk8NRRDqe_rdX3J-xYIDnbYTQxA8Y44/w422-h640/Her%20Dying%20Kiss%20cover.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><h2 dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-580d7d28-7fff-0026-bbb9-38580b77c0d5" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Title: Her Dying Kiss</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Jennifer Chase</span></span></h2><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Publication Date: July 17, 2023</span></span></p><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pages: 370</span></span></h2><h2 dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriela; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Genre: Crime Thriller</span></span></h2>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">She
wakes to the dawn light streaming through the window and rolls over to
whisper good morning to her fiancé. But panic floods her veins. His side
of the bed is empty and cold. Blood trails towards the open door. All
trace of him is gone…</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">It’s
been one month since Detective Katie Scott’s fiancé, Chad, went missing
without a trace. Devastated Katie is still working tirelessly day and
night to track down the love of her life, barely sleeping and chasing
every new lead. But now the case has gone cold.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">When
the body of beautiful Gina Hartfield is discovered among the pine
needles in a clearing on Lookout Ridge, Katie swallows her own pain and
knows she must focus on finding Gina’s killer. The young woman was found
with a pink velvet blindfold shading the hollows where her eyes had
been removed. Katie is certain she is chasing a sadistic individual who
will soon take another life…</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">But
the autopsy reveals Gina’s body was washed before being abandoned,
leaving no trace of evidence behind. And with no witnesses to Gina’s
disappearance, the women of Pine Valley are terrified to go out alone.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">Desperately
combing the crime scene, when Katie sees a newspaper article about her
previous cases pinned to a nearby tree, she is certain Gina’s murder is
personal. Then tire tracks found in the forest are matched to a truck
seen following Chad in the days leading up to his disappearance. Katie’s
blood runs cold.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">Is
there a link between Chad’s disappearance and Gina’s brutal murder, or
is the killer playing a twisted game with Katie? Can she find out the
truth before they take another life?</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;">Here’s what critics are saying about <b><i>Her Dying Kiss</i></b>!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;"><i>“I
couldn’t put it down… action-packed with excellent plot twists… I had
no idea what was coming next… so gripped with many twists and turns.”</i> <b>Goodreads reviewe</b>r</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;"><i>“Excellent,
nail-biting thriller with a plot that’s had me enthralled from page
one… I’ve been gripped through each twist and turn… jaw-dropping and
totally unexpected… brilliant.”</i> <b>NetGalley reviewer</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 20px;"><b>Buy Links:</b></span></p><p>
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 18px;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Her-Dying-Kiss-addictive-Detective-ebook/dp/B0C43HX694/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Jennifer+Chase&qid=1694716344&sr=8-3"><b>Amazon</b></a><b> | </b><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-dying-kiss-jennifer-chase/1143739504"><b>Barnes & Noble</b></a><b> | </b><a href="https://bookouture.com/books/3074/"><b>Bookouture</b></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; 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inside the pages of </span><span style="color: #274e13;">A FRIEND FOR CHRISTMAS</span><span style="color: #222222;"> by </span><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Mike Martin</b></span><span style="color: #222222;">. It is a pleasure to have him with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What is your name?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p><strong>Robbie the rabbit</strong></p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What do you look like? </span></span></b></span></p>
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</p><p><strong>Small, furry, with a cute nose</strong></p>
<p><b style="font-family: "Dancing Script";"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where are you today and what are you doing?</span></span></b></p><p><strong>I am having a nap with my wife Rowena and our 9 kit</strong> <br /></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Describe the outside of your habitat.</span></span></b></span></p>
<p><strong>It is cold and snowing.</strong></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What’s the mood outside right now?</span></span></b></span></p>
<p><strong>There’s tall creatures putting up things on sticks. They seem happy. They’re singing. I guess they’re happy</strong></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What's your favorite piece of clothing? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p><strong>Well, in case you didn’t notice, I have nothing but a fur coat.</strong></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What scares you? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p><strong>Tall creatures, dogs. Basically anything that moves. I freeze first. Then I run away. I used to be afraid of cats but something happened. You have to read the story to find out.</strong></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">How would your parents describe you?</span></span></b></span></p>
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</p><p><strong>They would say I was a wonderful, frisky kit. (I hope)</strong></p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p><strong>Give my wife Rowena a snuggle and a nose kiss.</strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"><b>Who is your best friend?</b></span></p>
<p><strong>My best friend is Whisper the cat. Like I said you have to read the story to find out why.</strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Do you think the author has done a bangup job portraying you?</span></strong></p><p><strong>I do but I wish he would have put more carrots in the story.</strong></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; margin: 0in;"></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><b>About the Book</b> </b> </span><span style="color: black; white-space: pre;"> </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; white-space: pre;"> </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; white-space: pre;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89u4t6fGf87BztzGO3FnHvoWciQiqj3BKy0OCWpKL-rZDZ1Mk7JSSLc8kXxy5iUqHby7gSZtpjgE0kkpkZyJRVi6fMW2hJVcpoBc5Ijd9buH5zjJ12QbLBmzk9hN0hgWqNzsnxjl3RDSrlfdk9EZZqWU4OqP0qf9a7NRqPy-OIokWe39mJKCQrylV76OU/s438/A%20Friend%20for%20Christmas%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="352" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89u4t6fGf87BztzGO3FnHvoWciQiqj3BKy0OCWpKL-rZDZ1Mk7JSSLc8kXxy5iUqHby7gSZtpjgE0kkpkZyJRVi6fMW2hJVcpoBc5Ijd9buH5zjJ12QbLBmzk9hN0hgWqNzsnxjl3RDSrlfdk9EZZqWU4OqP0qf9a7NRqPy-OIokWe39mJKCQrylV76OU/w514-h640/A%20Friend%20for%20Christmas%20cover.jpg" width="514" /></a></div> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Good things come to those who face their fears. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Robbie
Rabbit lived in a warren in a big city with his wife Rowena Rabbit and
their nine kits. He called it their rabbit apartment. Robbie and his
family were hunkering down for winter when an unexpected visitor makes
an appearance. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">A
Friend for Christmas is the heartwarming tale of a very brave rabbit
who faces his fears and makes a new friend at the magical time of the
year. He learns that friends can come in all shapes and sizes and
Robbie and his family discover the joy of Christmas.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">This
beautifully illustrated book is suitable for children of all ages.
Especially those who still believe in the magic of Christmas.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“This
lovely fable tells the story of an unlikely friendship between a family
of rabbits and a gray cat named Whisper. In these war-torn times, it’s
an important reminder of our innate ability to choose live over fear.” –
Amazon</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Links:</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Amazon: <a href="https://bit.ly/3FMsbN4">https://bit.ly/3FMsbN4</a> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://bit.ly/49ntyQ7">https://bit.ly/49ntyQ7</a> <br /></span></span></p><p></p></div><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></p></div><h4 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d3e50; font-family: Unkempt; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Slabo 27px"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></h4><h3 style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"> </span></h3><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>About the Author</b></span> </span></span></div>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSc8MEXoFQaPYUM0j-7ZVeuKZqUp_lnKo4xzrvlfu5XGO3wssl-itYWGR8HxJUfQuDC0SVqBIZVzugt8BHFZSzCYj_zjzACPn912UAFZVVUZFkgYNGx6lCEOE-AY-SFFekHzvzjtAe2EetIkRjKHEqZsFBxVbmEWn7gANlxMN-SzbzWSwwPhyphenhyphen_dnoEPs9/s394/Mike%20Martin%20author.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="394" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSc8MEXoFQaPYUM0j-7ZVeuKZqUp_lnKo4xzrvlfu5XGO3wssl-itYWGR8HxJUfQuDC0SVqBIZVzugt8BHFZSzCYj_zjzACPn912UAFZVVUZFkgYNGx6lCEOE-AY-SFFekHzvzjtAe2EetIkRjKHEqZsFBxVbmEWn7gANlxMN-SzbzWSwwPhyphenhyphen_dnoEPs9/s320/Mike%20Martin%20author.png" width="320" /></a></div>Mike
Martin was born in St. John’s, NL on the east coast of Canada and now
lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance writer
and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and
online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand. He
is the award-winning and best-selling author of the award-winning Sgt.
Windflower Mystery series set in beautiful Grand Bank. There are now 13
books in this light mystery series with the publication of <em>All That Glitters</em>.<p></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><strong>Author Links </strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://sgtwindflowermysteries.com/">Website</a> | <a href="http://www.twitter.com/mike54martin">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheWalkerOnTheCapeReviewsAndMore">Facebook</a> <br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"></i></b></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></i></b></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-53962590569086696922023-11-30T00:00:00.000-05:002023-11-30T00:00:00.162-05:00Character Q&A: Tara Michelle Simpkins of E.C. Jackson's HOPE Series #characterinterview <p> </p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><b style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s1600/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="490" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s640/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=s1229" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="1229" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=w583-h69" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="583" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;" /></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #ccffcc; border: 1px solid green; padding: 10px;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today's guest is<span style="color: #274e13;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tara Michelle Simpkins</b></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #222222;">from
inside the pages of </span><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Hope Series</b></span><span style="color: #222222;"> by</span><span style="color: #222222;"> </span><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>E.C. Jackson</b></span><span style="color: #222222;">. It is a pleasure to have her with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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</p><p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>What is your name?</b></span></span></p>
<p>Tara Michelle Simpkins</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What do you look like? </b></span></span></p>
<p>I am a petite brunette who has never paid attention to her looks. People have always called me pretty, however, my father always countered those statements with “pretty is as pretty does,” encouraging me to <br /><br />be my best self.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>Where are you today and what are you doing?</b></span></span></p>
<p>I’m curled up in Luke’s arms, narrating a cozy mystery on my living room sofa. The camaraderie between us is both restful and exhilarating. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>Describe the outside of your home.</b></span></span></p>
<p>For thirty-two years, I have lived in the corner house of fourteen brick row houses on a semiprivate street. This year, I’ve paid attention to outside aesthetics and planted sweet potato plants under the living room window and a Japanese maple beside the short staircase that leads to my front door. A sweet gum tree shades my bedroom from direct sunlight from the east.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What’s the mood outside right now?</b></span></span></p>
<p>Joyously peaceful and silent except for the occasional barking dog. The neighborhood kids who have played outside since early afternoon have all gone inside their homes for the evening.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What is your favorite piece of clothing? </b></span></span></p>
<p>I’m wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a plum-and-white T-shirt that I purchased at the same time fifteen years ago. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What scares you? </b></span></span><strong></strong></p>
<p>Losing every person who is dear to me and living the rest of my life without a core family unit. Imagining a lifetime of loneliness induces fear.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>How would your parents describe you?</b></span></span></p>
<p>Both parents considered me beautiful inside and out. Even as an adult they still called me their special treasure.</p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"><b>What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night?</b> </span></p>
<p>Stand at the bedroom window, dreaming about tomorrow.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>Who is your best friend?</b></span></span></p>
<p>Abby. She and I played hopscotch together before we even started kindergarten. She is closer to me than a sister or brother could ever be.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>Do you believe the author did a bang up job of portraying you as a character that everyone would love to read about?</b> </span></span></p>
<p>Overall, E. C. Jackson nailed it. However, she could have expounded on my tremendous self-control, insight, and willingness to seek common ground with the people who feature in my life story. Whereas Luke … Well, this question is about me and not him.</p>
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color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;">Title: A Gateway to Hope: Hope Series Book 1</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /><span style="color: black;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /><span style="color: black;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /><span style="color: black;"> Publication Date: June 19, 2015</span><br /><span style="color: black;"> Pages: 296</span><br /><span style="color: black;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Twenty-one-year-old
Neka is a bit of an introvert, she also happens to be stunningly
beautiful. When she discovers her friend James is about to be dumped,
she sees the perfect opportunity to escape from her quiet life. Can she
summon the courage to leave it all behind?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">James
Copley comes from a ruthless family. It’s rubbed off. Years ago, he
disengaged from his brother’s smear campaign, but now his father has
offered him an ultimatum, “Get married or lose your seat at the table.”
Plotting to stamp his design on the family business, he proposes to a
woman, even though he doesn’t love her. But his carefully laid plans
start to unravel when she leaves him on the day she’s due to meet his
family. Could years of planning his comeback vanish with her departure?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">A
possible solution comes in an unexpected form: Neka. She’s not only a
friend, but the daughter of his benefactor. And she’s right there,
offering to support him. But will her support stretch to marriage? He
attempts to win her over to his plan but collides with her powerful
father who wants to leverage the situation for his own gain.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">In
their fight for survival and love, they are forced to face some
uncomfortable truths. Can they overcome thwarted dreams and missed
chances to find true love, or does forcing destiny’s hand only lead to
misery?</span></span></p>
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Lacey stepped into the muted glow from the wall sconce above the door,
grabbed her luggage from the porch, and hurried down the stairs. The
path lights cast a shining arc across the yard. Pine scented the air,
and fresh-cut grass clung to her sandals.</span><p></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
sidestepped debris along the footpath to avoid snapping any twigs. To
anyone looking, the maneuverings would have resembled a child’s game of
hopscotch. It seemed like ages had passed, but at last she reached her
destination. Lips curving into a fleeting smile, she placed her cases at
the cab driver’s feet. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">After shaking her hand, he lifted the bags. His raspy voice broke the silence. “Good morning . . .” </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“Call me Neka.”</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She
scooted into the car and eased the door shut behind her. But she froze
in place when the noisy driver stomped every twig she had missed and
slammed the trunk. Her gaze swept over the second-floor windows. The
house remained dark inside.</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Good. No signs of movement. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Neka lay back on the cushion but bolted upright when the driver sped away, crunching loose twigs scattered across the road. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She brushed her fingers over her neck and chest and then clung to the front of her T-shirt.<i> </i>Familiar landmarks silhouetted against the dusky morning. She sighed, touching the window<i> </i>as her home faded into the receding darkness. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Regret
surfaced. Would her family understand her leaving home without notice?
Massaging her right earlobe, she laid her head against the seat. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">James
needed her. She was the only person able to help him. Finally, someone
she cared about required assistance that only she could provide. Tears
blurred her vision at the admission that she often felt unneeded.
Self-revelation came at a price. Closing her eyes, Neka laid her face
into the palms of her hand. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">She was committed. It was too late to turn back now.<i> </i></span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i style="font-family: Gabriela;">Lord, help me. </i></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publication Date: July 31, 2016</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Pages: 287</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">It
was a match made in heaven. Or so everyone thought. Sadie Mae Cummings
is all set to marry her childhood sweetheart, Kyle, when she is assigned
to tutor Lincoln, the new college football running back. This sophomore
phenomenon has all the girls on campus knocking on his door. But Sadie
isn’t interested in his advances.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Lincoln’s
overblown ego doesn’t take well to being shunned, and he resolves to
make Sadie his own. He pursues her relentlessly, until finally Kyle
finds himself shut out of Sadie’s life, with their shared future
crumbling around him.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">After
two years, Sadie’s relationship with Lincoln ends, and she is left
having to put the pieces of her life back together. She desires nothing
more than to recapture her relationship with Kyle. He has stayed true to
the dreams they had planned together, living the vision even without
Sadie by his side.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">When
she moves back to her hometown, she labors to rekindle their love. But
things have changed, and Kyle has moved on. Sadie quickly discovers how
hard it is to rebuild burned bridges.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Follow Sadie’s story as she fights for a chance to restore broken dreams. Will love endure?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">This inspirational romance by E. C. Jackson is book two of the Hope series and is a standalone book.</span></span></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphsWoK9i8r1vK5dvinWIamyCX-sBH8n59ox4daCkr5Y3EoJkgH7KgTDMKg20iWtc0a3bkaZrgX4CyDDe_2QTmRD-RzdkqhU33JMNzMfyielJcFDcOhRuZIPggA23Jlbsr_hMpNPrukhgNuhKN7mOfqwC5EAFg9oYqf6cOWgfBh4PB2-yVrOzka8gW-Q/s1158/A%20Living%20Hope%204.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="419" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphsWoK9i8r1vK5dvinWIamyCX-sBH8n59ox4daCkr5Y3EoJkgH7KgTDMKg20iWtc0a3bkaZrgX4CyDDe_2QTmRD-RzdkqhU33JMNzMfyielJcFDcOhRuZIPggA23Jlbsr_hMpNPrukhgNuhKN7mOfqwC5EAFg9oYqf6cOWgfBh4PB2-yVrOzka8gW-Q/w232-h640/A%20Living%20Hope%204.gif" width="232" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Restless,
twenty-one-year-old Sadie Cummings wiped down the counter space in her
small kitchen nook. It was eleven o’clock. Five minutes had passed since
the last time she’d checked. Sighing, she fretted about her boyfriend’s
visit that morning.</span> </span><p></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Why does he agree to come over, then not show up?”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In
no time, morning had slipped into early afternoon. The breakfast she’d
hoped would receive raves from Lincoln congealed on the stovetop. So
much for using her cooking skills to entice him. With several swift
movements, she scraped the masterpiece into the garbage disposal,
fighting to control the uneasiness she couldn’t dismiss.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
was an expert at fooling herself and others, but today her mind refused
to be pacified. One could only pretend for so long before the bottom
dropped out completely. Truth had a bad habit of intruding into fairy
tales. Especially when the make-believe stories were about real-life
events. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
ringing cell phone grabbed Sadie’s attention. That her mother was on
the other end was a forgone conclusion. Except for an occasional chat
with her younger sister and older brother, the cell phone never rang.
These days only her mother contacted Sadie on a regular basis. She
peeked at the caller ID.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A
moment before the call transferred to voicemail, Sadie snatched up the
cell phone, held it against her chest, then gave a cheery greeting.
Minutes later, she sauntered through the studio apartment thinking up
reasonable excuses to end the call early. Jeanette Cummings expected a
good deal more than her middle child was able to give.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Still stumped about finding an excuse to satisfy her mother, Sadie walked around in circles. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Mother,
I’m not trying to hurry you off the phone. I recognize your concern for
the Franklins. Our families have been friends for years. It’s just . . .
look . . . it’s . . . mother, I don’t have time to talk now.” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
picked up twine from the counter and wove it between her fingers.
Pulling it too tight, she winced, then unwound it from around her
fingers and wrapped it around her thumb. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“I made plans for the day.” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lincoln
could arrive any moment. Somehow, she had to quickly end this
conversation without hurting the only person who regularly called.
Friendships were difficult to maintain these days. And her brother and
sister only gave duty calls, then ended the conversation in a snap. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jeanette sighed loudly. “I would offer to call back at a better time, but there isn’t one, is there, Sadie?”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Mom . . .” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
slowly shook her head. Guilt surfaced each time she talked to her
mother. Raised in an orphanage, her mother wasn’t a clingy parent. She
believed loneliness caused people to accept unhealthy conditions that a
person who felt treasured might avoid. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Of course, you’re removed from the lives of the families in Shiatown,” said Jeanette. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Blowing
breath through her lips, Sadie laid her head on the cabinet with more
force than intended. Wincing in pain, she rubbed the sore spot. The lull
in the conversation helped gather her thoughts as her fingers massaged
the painful area on her forehead. She parted her lips, then she shut
them in hopes that her mother would continue speaking. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">After
a long pause, Jeanette spoke with a harsher tone than any she’d ever
used with her daughter. “Listen to me. The Franklin family supported us
through your father’s illness and death. We are burying Pastor Franklin
this afternoon. His wife deserves a phone call from you.”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
paused before continuing. “Don’t forget, Sarah treated you like a
daughter. You and Pastor Franklin shared the same birthday. September
twelfth is four days away. My friend is burying her husband four days
before his fifty-eighth birthday. And . . . what about Kyle? He lost his
father and inherited a ton of responsibility on top of it. Honey, be
the friend that I know you are. Time is slipping away. The funeral
starts in two hours.”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
stretched her neck from side to side, hanging her head in despair.
Lately, her mother had begun to accept her decisions without fussing.
However, today she seemed determined for Sadie to send well wishes to a
man she’d rather forget. Feeling faint, she squeezed her eyelids
together, but all she could see was Kyle’s sad gaze begging, pleading
with her to choose him over the man Sadie picked. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Instantly,
anger rose as Sadie justified that choice. She couldn’t back down now.
There was too much lost ground and no way to regain her footing. The
future she’d hoped for was gone. Somehow the leftovers had to be
salvaged into a win or, at least, a tolerable solution. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Eyes
darting around the room, she braced against the wall. “Friend? Kyle and
I didn’t break up as friends. He acted like a judgmental pig; his last
remarks were cruel.” </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sadie
fumed. With one look Kyle had made her feel like trash. Less than the
muck beneath his shoes. Disposable at best, and at worse . . . </span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publication Date: <span class="a-list-item">December 5, 2018</span></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Pages: 263</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-size: large;">Love at
first sight. It’s every girl’s dream. But Tara Simpkins is finding out
it’s not as easy as it seems. Is this truly the man God sent to be her
husband, or is she just desperate to escape her loneliness? The recent
loss of both parents has left her reeling, and close friends don’t think
she’s in any position to make major life decisions. She and her
new-found love are convinced they can live happily ever after in the
home of their dreams. His family thinks he’s moving way too fast and
might disappoint the kind-hearted woman he’s fallen head over heels for.
And then there’s Leah. Leah is supposed to be part of his past, but
what if she decides she’s his future? Tara’s match made in Heaven may be
over before it truly begins.</span></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3i9-FVogqjB6SkiJsU1WL9tMWNLM7444GZ5163lF-08a9TjKLObj6hZXe-GDH1jufjg-k_yLkTt9oUBwkKLoth71J_CpKw5h_7hsWEwfEbb2OInhrr4L_8Sl4V-9hMJHNf7H7DvUakiwx9E6_QERTKeR-s_LaHPsuD3TV_NZ73Ix7B9GLmfEMHQyoQ/s1158/The%20Certain%20Hope%205.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="398" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3i9-FVogqjB6SkiJsU1WL9tMWNLM7444GZ5163lF-08a9TjKLObj6hZXe-GDH1jufjg-k_yLkTt9oUBwkKLoth71J_CpKw5h_7hsWEwfEbb2OInhrr4L_8Sl4V-9hMJHNf7H7DvUakiwx9E6_QERTKeR-s_LaHPsuD3TV_NZ73Ix7B9GLmfEMHQyoQ/w220-h640/The%20Certain%20Hope%205.gif" width="220" /></span></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Tara
Simpkins nibbled her balled fist, hoping to turn a rout into a win.
Andy had spent three days installing her roof. He’d come into her life
last Friday and was the perfect man. But unless she developed a way to
keep him close, his exit would be speedier than his entrance had been. </span><p></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">The
handsome roofer had captured her attention his first day on the job. He
had even appeared mesmerized by Tara. That had never happened before.
Men ran from her, not to her. She couldn’t tell what prompted his
interest in her, yet he continued to hang around. She loved the chase
but was unsure how to get herself caught. And that dilemma wouldn’t get
resolved soon. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Andy
seemed like her dream man. He was adept at keeping a conversation
going, even though she wasn’t. Plus, he’d seemed curious about his
customer in a non-threatening way. He resembled an old friend. The
charisma he oozed added to his appeal.</span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Andy
engaged her in conversation, despite her ignoring his charm. Thoroughly
smitten, she downplayed his attention. Because of that, he seemed to
slow the hunt. But he still knocked on her door each evening after the
work ended. </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Tara had come to expect those knocks. How would she survive once they stopped?</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publisher: Independent</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Publication Date: <span class="a-list-item">September 28, 2020</span></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Pages: 338</span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Is there hope for this love between friends?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Pamela
Hayes is a smart, successful business owner with a supportive family
and a thriving bakery. She should be the happiest girl in the world. But
she can’t shake the melancholy that accompanies every conversation she
has with her best friend, Mark. Pamela doesn’t know how much longer she
can hide her true feelings.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Why
can’t Mark see how perfect they would be together? She would make a
much better girlfriend than the one he currently has. Pamela prays he’ll
come to his senses soon and realize he’s with the wrong girl. But when
her dream comes true, it isn’t the fantasy she had envisioned.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">There
is trouble in paradise from the start, and all the red flags she’s been
ignoring are starting to threaten her confidence…and her relationship
with Mark. She’ll have to rely on family and her faith in God to help
her secure the hope she so desperately needs.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: Gabriela;">Buy Link</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Confident-Hope-Book-ebook/dp/B08HNBBV8Q?ref_=ast_author_dp" style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Amazon</b></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOerXoIol0hmINn0tXdf8B6_JKRkejTWblemi1SDHGEXLhmXbxvMDZiWDc3FO5F17TIqmYmKHHFvFxeLnLO5VxUo7wmbB-zKx56B2dXY8GuVW4bcEhTSZ8L2vlzXx29seofy5qwnU5Ax-8QXyGCBuu3GaCqzFqN0KhBIXSVLZXQTYuVJ_TJGTc0kh0Q/s779/The%20Confident%20Hope%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="779" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOerXoIol0hmINn0tXdf8B6_JKRkejTWblemi1SDHGEXLhmXbxvMDZiWDc3FO5F17TIqmYmKHHFvFxeLnLO5VxUo7wmbB-zKx56B2dXY8GuVW4bcEhTSZ8L2vlzXx29seofy5qwnU5Ax-8QXyGCBuu3GaCqzFqN0KhBIXSVLZXQTYuVJ_TJGTc0kh0Q/w633-h427/The%20Confident%20Hope%205.jpg" width="633" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bb2c3c93-7fff-81ba-616c-dcad5ef352a7" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.1pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.1pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash;"><span><b>Book Excerpt</b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading">
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1VN1lNoYxLBwoPPaJomsjyR1xcz43d62x-MG4iMwmPxqTILGjZatiqeYggHSk77Jh-eEjqJ1fhj-GjgBomVZOQBVpLI-NrEPcgb5I6hj_puZEPReAiM0Q0AFmRss2h75MHwEIsvst-_Xogo6leVgEl5nOHq70JctQWF-VATEfR_0PeXBw_6ZWDePiA/s1158/The%20Confident%20Hope%204.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="391" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1VN1lNoYxLBwoPPaJomsjyR1xcz43d62x-MG4iMwmPxqTILGjZatiqeYggHSk77Jh-eEjqJ1fhj-GjgBomVZOQBVpLI-NrEPcgb5I6hj_puZEPReAiM0Q0AFmRss2h75MHwEIsvst-_Xogo6leVgEl5nOHq70JctQWF-VATEfR_0PeXBw_6ZWDePiA/w216-h640/The%20Confident%20Hope%204.gif" width="216" /></a></span></div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Motes
reflected in the sunlight that beamed through an eastern bedroom
window. Background noise filtered past closed doors. Turning over in bed
onto her stomach, Pamela Hayes yanked a beige satin comforter off the
floor with one hand. That same hand then tossed a navy-blue neck pillow
upon the bed. Footsteps on the other side of the door grabbed her
attention.</span></span><p></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Mom’s on her Saturday-morning prowl. Five, four, three, two, one …</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Anna
Hayes’s head poked inside her daughter’s bedroom. Hallway lighting
bathed her trim figure in artificial brightness. “Morning, babe.
Touching base before I go.” Her warm gaze surveyed the tousled bed.
“From the tangled cover, it looks like you had a rough night.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">With
a hand covering her yawn, Pamela shook her head and turned onto her
side. “Just my normal Friday night tug-of-war. It’s my preferred method
of winding down.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Anna’s soft laugh sounded like music. “Any special plans today?”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Leaning
on her elbow, Pamela rested her face on spread fingers as she gazed at
her mother. Forty-eight-year-old Anna wore desert-green ankle boots,
cropped white pants, and an oversized olive-green sweater. A brown suede
bag hung over her shoulder. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“You look like a dream, Mom. If I didn’t know otherwise, I’d think you were going out with someone special.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Laughter flitted through slightly parted lips. “I’m late. Give me a quick rundown on your activities for today.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Oh boy. I had hoped she wouldn’t ask. Better mention my afternoon expedition last. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Shopping for a spring wardrobe around noon. My jeans are tatty. And then, shooting the rapids.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">The door opened wider as Anna grasped the doorknob. “Water rafting somewhere near South Town?”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Oklahoma City. The spring season begins today. It’s safe, Mom. Stop frowning.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“I’m
sure they take safety precautions. But promise to be extra careful. I
can do without mental pictures of my twenty-five-year-old daughter
drowning.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Pamela flopped onto her back. “Yes, ma’am.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Thank
you. I love surrender whenever I hear it.” Anna checked her watch.
“I’ll be out late. Don’t hesitate to call if you need me.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">After
those parting words, her mother floated out of the house. Her all-day
Saturday excursions had begun late last year. A seeming whim had
developed into a lengthy pattern.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">After the front door lock clicked, a sleepy Pamela hid her head beneath the sheets and immediately fell back to sleep. </span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Author: E.C. Jackson</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Publisher: Independent</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Publication Date: November 10, 2023</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Pages: 241</span><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Gabriela;"> Genre: Inspirational Romance</span></span></div>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Two men. Wrong choice. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Her life jumped the guard rails. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">One
fateful night, Tempia Wade believed a stranger’s lie, rather than the
assurance of a trusted friend. Even though she had been blind sighted,
the lapse in judgement extracted an exorbitant price. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Two
years later, the twenty-three-year-old prayed for a second chance with
the man she fell for at first sight. The loss of a promising
relationship, long term friendships, and shattered dreams, now
highlighted the memories of a bankrupt life. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Would
Cory Sanders overlook her accepting a next day date and liaison with
the other man she had met at the party they all attended? Or was
permanent separation stamped across their unforeseen breach?</span></span></p>
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIoeJPuSkbOvFHl-yH3YGVL58LiisXCDwPWjUr5fmDciP9-yo70P5cv81q3gnJuLC9PgGs5NrbhjpfYK9LsR1O7WoyNXlU7RKjJrPTCEa5jdNAxv7lRFRkMab6Qzsm4fC4Pgr93uX8Mxre5Q-06uj9Zx2Gbz0eAhL1EoIM7Tf7Fr5OJnLgS84IIijgA/s1158/Overflow%20with%20Hope%204.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIoeJPuSkbOvFHl-yH3YGVL58LiisXCDwPWjUr5fmDciP9-yo70P5cv81q3gnJuLC9PgGs5NrbhjpfYK9LsR1O7WoyNXlU7RKjJrPTCEa5jdNAxv7lRFRkMab6Qzsm4fC4Pgr93uX8Mxre5Q-06uj9Zx2Gbz0eAhL1EoIM7Tf7Fr5OJnLgS84IIijgA/w222-h640/Overflow%20with%20Hope%204.gif" width="222" /></a></span></div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">After
installing HVAC systems at a new apartment complex,
twenty-eight-year-old Cory Sanders should’ve headed home, eaten a
sandwich, and stretched his five-foot-eleven-inch frame onto his
king-sized bed. But today he sought diversions at a friend’s pool hall.
The short trek across the parking lot led him inside a large yet cozy
space teeming with some of his favorite folks. As his eyes adjusted to
dim lighting, he stepped up to the counter of the juice and coffee bar. </span></span><p></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Glancing
at Cory, a middle-aged woman, brown eyes alert, paused her conversation
with a customer. “Wait till I tell Dan who stopped by on a late Friday
afternoon,” she said to Cory. “Of course, neither he nor our sons will
believe me.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Miss
Laura’s husband, Dan, had been Cory’s father’s best friend since their
HVAC training program days. He and his youngest son worked for Cory’s
father’s heating and cooling business, while his wife helped their
oldest son, Scott, run his pool hall. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Keep our secret, Miss Laura, or someone will demand I show up more often.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">She winked as she laughed. “If anyone asks me, I’ll say you were just winding down from a tough workday.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Cory
chuckled. “Sounds like the perfect plan,” he said. “One pomegranate
slush, please. And Miss Laura, let your son know adding slushes to the
juice menu was an excellent idea. If he asks, tell him to add grilled
cheese, hamburgers, and hot sausage sandwiches.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“More approval will swell his head. Thank God, he won’t inquire.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“I bet you he’d consider those suggestions if he did.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Serving
food ain’t happening on my watch. This mama has enough tasks without
piling on more. We’ll hold off on a food menu until Scott quits his day
job.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">As Cory left the counter, Miss Laura snuck in, “See you next Friday.” </span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">While
sipping his slush, Cory peered around the cavernous room and took in
the lively atmosphere. Ten pool tables were strategically set up to
maximize solo and group play. Walking across the space, he passed a
group of men ribbing each other. A fifty-something man pocketed a ball
then spotted Cory. “Lookee here. Grab a pool stick, son.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">Cory
sat on a seat close to the action and pointed at the bald, clean-shaven
man. “Not today. I just came to watch you masters clean the table.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">“Take notes,” another man said. “Stu left this little boy hanging in the pocket.”</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela; font-weight: normal;">With
that, Cory realized he had chosen the correct diversion after all. His
bed and sandwich could wait until later that evening. These lively
antics might delete a tiresome woman from his mind. Last year, he had
purged her from his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he could
never seem to evict her from his mind. He hoped that changing his
long-established habits might help.</span></span></p></blockquote></h2></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></p></div><h4 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d3e50; font-family: Unkempt; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Slabo 27px"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></h4><h3 style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"> </span></h3><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>About the Author</b></span> </span></span></div>
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Jackson began her writing career with the full-length play Pajama
Party. Thirty-one years later, she adapted the play into Pajama Party:
The Story, a companion book to the second book in the five-book
standalone Hope series.<p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">Jackson’s
favorite pastime is reading fiction. She enjoys taking the journey
along with the characters in the books. That also led to her unorthodox
approach to story writing. Her vision for each book she writes is to
immerse readers into the storyline so they become connected with each
character. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;">“The
Write Way: A Real Slice of Life” is the slogan on her Facebook author
page. She feels that if every person reading her books feels connected
to the characters, her job is done.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><b>Author Links </b> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Gabriela;"><a href="https://www.hopebooks.faith/">Website</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ecjacksonauthor/">Facebook</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/ec_jackson?lang=en">Twitter</a> | <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14009486.E_C_Jackson?from_search=true&from_srp=true">Goodreads</a></span></span></p>
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inside the pages of </span><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Godzilla: The Monster Fight Record Series</b></span><span style="color: #222222;"> by </span><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Patrick Kelley</b></span><span style="color: #222222;">. It is a pleasure to have him with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What is your name?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Godzilla, the King of the Monsters. </p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What do you look like? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p>Well, my appearance has varied over my long career, but generally speaking, try to imagine a Tyrannosaurus Rex with Stegosaurus dorsal plates and much beefier arms. </p><p><b style="font-family: "Dancing Script";"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where are you today and what are you doing?</span></span></b></p><p>Right now I am in Japan promoting my next film, Toho's <em>Godzilla: Minus One</em>, set for release in November 2023, the month of my 69th anniversary. My next film is receiving a state-side release a month later. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Describe the outside of your habitat.</span></span></b></span></p>
<p>Truthfully, I go and sleep wherever I want, so I see the entire Earth as my habitat. The entire planet is my kingdom; no other monster or alien invaders are allowed here. Typically, I do prefer to be in a dark underwater environment where no one can find me. After a day of wrecking cities and trashing enemy foes, I like to unwind and keep to myself a little bit. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What’s the mood outside right now?</span></span></b></span></p>
<p>I'm feeling well enough to go stomp Tokyo, but we'll see how the rest of the day goes before I make that decision. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What's your favorite thing to eat? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p>Subs...as in the underwater vessels. Give me one of those packed with nuclear material, and you're talking about a grade A meal for me. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What scares you? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p>Nothing...I'm Godzilla. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Do you feel as if you're misunderstood?</span></span></b></span></p>
<p>Absolutely. Humans get upset over me making the waters unsafe for traveling vessels, or coming ashore and destroying cities, but who started all this? People are the ones that blew up a nuke in my face and made me what I am. Can you blame me for retaliating? </p><p><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Out of all the fights you have had, which one made you feel as if you almost were a goner?</span></strong></p><p>I hate to show vulnerability, and I wish I could tell you I never had an issue with any of my opponents. Honestly, the fight against King Ghidorah and Gigan with that laser beam shooting Godzilla Tower almost went pretty badly for me. That imposter Mechagodzilla almost got me a couple of times too. </p><p><!-- wp:paragraph -->
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<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? </span></span></b></span></p>
<p>I have a pretty lengthy bedtime routine. I do some stretches, swim a few laps, teach my son Minilla how to be a proper monster, utterly devastate a city, get into a fight or two, and then sleep on some rocks nearby. </p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"><b>Do you have any friends?</b></span></p>
<p>I have allies and fighting partners. Rodan and Mothra are valuable teammates sometimes, but I wouldn't call them friends. Jet Jaguar and King Caesar needed my help and proved useful, but again, I don't know anything else about them. It's not like we hang out on the weekends. My son Minilla is always making friends with humans and I for the life of me can't understand that. </p><p><!-- wp:paragraph -->
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<p><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Do you have any regrets?</span></strong></p><p>Yeah, every time I lost a fight. I don't need Patrick documenting all of those losses, but he felt the need to call attention to it. The battle against the Mothra larvae from 1964 is particularly embarrassing for me. </p><p><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">If they made another Godzilla movie, would you be interested?</span></strong></p><p>Of course! I've been at this for almost 70 years and I am not even close to being done! I've got my new movie coming out later this year, and then in 2024, I am teaming up with King Kong once again in a sequel to our 2021 film. I'm also branching out into streaming with a series on Apple+ set for release later this year. </p><p><!-- wp:paragraph -->
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a two-volume series that provides a history of all the monster battles
throughout the Godzilla film series. After seven decades and almost
forty films, Godzilla has earned the title of King of the Monsters. The
Godzilla films have showcased the King’s legendary battles with
larger-than-life opponents like the three-headed King Ghidorah, the
winged guardian Mothra, his robotic doppelganger Mechagodzilla, and the
original giant monster star King Kong. <i>The Monster Fight Record </i>analyzes
these titanic battles to determine an informed and accurate win-loss
record for Godzilla and all of his monster co-stars. Fans of kaiju and
classic science fiction films will enjoy a trip down memory lane while
also getting a sports-style analysis of the monster battles, complete
with statistics and win percentages for each beast.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 18px;"><b>Buy Links:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;">
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Kelley was born and raised in Silver Spring, Maryland, and is a
lifelong monster movie fan. He spent his childhood becoming familiar
with the classics like Dracula, The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, King Kong,
the works of Ray Harryhausen, and of course his favorite, Godzilla. His
many other hobbies include sports (particularly Football), movies, and
television, but when he’s not indulging in those activities, he enjoys
spending time with his lovely wife and newborn daughter.<p></p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 18px;">Visit Patrick on Twitter at <a href="http://twitter.com/patrickgbook" style="color: black;">http://twitter.com/patrickgbook</a>.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"></i></b></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></i></b></p><p> </p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-61924936113073587292023-09-18T00:00:00.001-04:002023-09-18T00:00:00.149-04:00Q&A: Jamie Linn Saloff, Author of Hatch: A Change Your Life Guide #Q&A #Interview #Hatch @jamiesaloff <p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisD7rfvVs4JFD1yTwKNr_RErYHGg3WxuIiFmUSMbtF2rUL9KY3fqh1cma8OG0YL6uNOsY9fBkEuIf9dxgkDMLnV67SCMHGNRya-lP8Lnt9VToBFYD3mI8I7lHNHJ86Q3u56IExQSA73wEK_aAedUmnv7FT_uco59yYz0rS7OhC9UlGTCSnyfK2AtB6fqxO/s410/Jamie%20Saloff%20author.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="410" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisD7rfvVs4JFD1yTwKNr_RErYHGg3WxuIiFmUSMbtF2rUL9KY3fqh1cma8OG0YL6uNOsY9fBkEuIf9dxgkDMLnV67SCMHGNRya-lP8Lnt9VToBFYD3mI8I7lHNHJ86Q3u56IExQSA73wEK_aAedUmnv7FT_uco59yYz0rS7OhC9UlGTCSnyfK2AtB6fqxO/w640-h640/Jamie%20Saloff%20author.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://theliterarynook.blogspot.com/2023/07/q-kristina-mand-lakhiani-author-of.html"></a>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Jamie Linn Saloff</strong>
is passionate about aiding fiercely independent, misfit, square pegs
trapped in an unfulfilling life. Author, teacher, story weaver,
spiritual counselor, seer of visions, pathfinder, for over thirty years
Jamie’s taught how to reignite your heart by listening to your body
groan and your soul weep. She is the author of twelve books including <em>Hatch: A Change Your Life Guide</em> and her <em>Marvelous Messages™</em> series.<br />
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://www.MarvelousMessages.com">Website</a> | <a href="https://www.facebook.com/JamieSaloff">Facebook</a> | <a href="http://www.facebook.com/JamieLSaloff">Facebook Author Page</a> | <a href="http://twitter.com/JamieSaloff">Twitter</a> | <a href="http://instagram.com/jamie_saloff">Instagram</a> | <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/jamiesaloff">LinkedIn</a> | <a href="https://tinyurl.com/38dknc49">Amazon Profile</a></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="background-color: white; color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p><blockquote style="border: medium; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/s183/interview+delete.png" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="183" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/w251-h91/interview+delete.png" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="251" /></a></b></div></blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-e5465832-7fff-022e-aaa6-57529c09c6ac"></span><br />
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</p><p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Why did you decide to write <i>Hatch: A Change Your Life Guide? </i>Did the inspiration come at a particular moment or had you been planning to write the book for a while?</span></b></p>
<p>When I was three, my mother scolded me for filling an entire scratch
pad of paper with squiggly lines and loops. She asked me why I had
ruined the tablet. I explained, “I am writing a book!” My brother tells
me I also wrote on the floor with a crayon, which also displeased my
mother, but she is the one who glued my first typed biography into my
baby book, dated at age eight. I think I always knew I would be a
writer, I just had to find my place. But it was much later in life when I
decided to take my writing seriously. I struggled a lot with finding my
place in life. I didn’t seem to fit into normal circles of friends. As I
began to find my path, my life broke wide open. Amazing things began
happening. I knew I wanted to share what I’d learned with others. I
wanted them to know, no matter what you’ve been through—illness, trauma,
grief, etc. These things make us who we are and guide us to who we were
meant to be.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">Did you have to do any research before writing this book or was it more self-guided knowledge on the subject? </span></b></p>
<p>I want to say all the research was experimenting on myself. But in
truth, I used my friends as guinea pigs. For a while, many years ago
now, several of us would meet for lunch, then after, I would try out my
exercises on them. They helped me prove my theories worked for others
(not just me), and these experiments offered me valuable insights. </p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">What are some of the positive results or responses you have received since publishing your book? </span></b></p>
<p>My favorite is a friend who read my book cover to cover and did every
exercise. She decided her heart was calling her to learn to play the
organ, so even though she was retired, she signed up. Taking lessons,
she met a man who would become her second-time around husband. They
lived many happy years together, until he passed away. She never
realized that by following her heart to something as simple as playing
the organ, she would find this lovely man and happy relationship. <br /></p>
<p>Another friend wanted to live in a warmer climate, but put off doing
anything about it due to unfounded fears. I encouraged her to simply
test the waters, explore some locations on the Internet, just take a
single step forward. Next thing I knew she was living in the southwest.
Just by taking that first step to explore the idea, propelled her into
actually doing it. </p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">List three interesting facts about yourself.</span></b></p>
<p>My husband and I have been collecting 20<sup>th</sup> Century
antiques for over forty-four years. You might say we were doing boho,
eclectic decorating way before it was posh to do so. Even though we have
decided to sell off the majority of our collection due to our getting
older and my husband retiring, it’s like living in a museum and it’s a
very interesting way to live.</p>
<p>Most people don’t know that for many years, my husband and I were
fireworks shooters. We were the people who went to the location, set up
to do the show, and fired off the shells for a town’s Fourth of July
celebration (or the like). We’ve done them in many places including with
the symphony in time to the music in Baltimore, MD.</p>
<p>I twirled baton in a corp of girls that traveled the world and won
many state competitions. Our director wanted baton twirling to be a part
of the Olympics and so her goal was to teach other girls around the
globe how to twirl as well. I earned over sixty trophies and medals
throughout my twirling days. Twirling helped me build confidence and
leadership skills.</p>
<p><b style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;">How can our readers reach out to you?</span></b></p>
<p>My new favorite saying is that I don’t live on the Internet. I have
stopped trolling social media sites as if my life depended on it. The
best place to find me is write me via my website <a href="http://www.marvelousmessages.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.MarvelousMessages.com</a> or to simply email me at jamie@MarvelousMessages.com. I love hearing from readers and answer all that I can. <br /></p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a2656d58-7fff-22ae-2837-58a1497702e6" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tjl2NJ0fQtn_SH0pAWlhV4QVLNs4asvBgDf4epoDOeFMJNKAAvYUzoUh_Z13FH5_WG17VWFSe4GTm_qSGQGYbmKmexKVbQhSy2n2q8bsLfpjrLa0M3NNZUg7pdV5wef_HJNscAQ2GMWK5KVSS_STBWDyr3XCiIa6U5eftffJa0CX3L8_SV6ayqTFURDK/s534/Hatch%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="435" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tjl2NJ0fQtn_SH0pAWlhV4QVLNs4asvBgDf4epoDOeFMJNKAAvYUzoUh_Z13FH5_WG17VWFSe4GTm_qSGQGYbmKmexKVbQhSy2n2q8bsLfpjrLa0M3NNZUg7pdV5wef_HJNscAQ2GMWK5KVSS_STBWDyr3XCiIa6U5eftffJa0CX3L8_SV6ayqTFURDK/w522-h640/Hatch%20cover.jpg" width="522" /></a></div></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Title: Hatch: A Change Your Life Guide</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Jamie Saloff</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Sent Books</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publication Date: June 25, 2023</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 384</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Self-Help/Motivational, Religion/Spirituality, Personal Growth/Personal Transformation </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>If you could, how would you change your life?</strong> </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">While
bravely facing the motherlode of difficult life challenges, you never
dreamt the result would be a soul-sucking, heart-crushing existence.
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Although
you try to ignore the emptiness, detachment, and feeling that you don’t
belong, you rarely make changes. It just seems too impossible for so
many reasons. Instead, you silenced your heart’s nagging with
self-sacrifice, food stuffing, or by becoming a workaholic. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Contemplating
ending her life, Jamie Saloff chose instead to hatch a new one. She
knows how self-doubt and unworthiness can cloud our ability to move
forward after the darkness of illness, grief, trauma, or tragedy –
because she’s faced it too. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><em>In Hatch – A Change Your Life Guide</em>, Saloff walks readers through her step-by-step method to: </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Awaken your soul’s purpose by listening to your heart’s voice </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• Find confidence in your next forward step by hearing your body speak </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">•See messages of guidance everywhere by learning where to look </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Uncover your future in your past by examining your ancestral heritage </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • And much, much more… </span></p>
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“It’s a simple question “Do you wish you could change your life for the
better” while the answer is an easy one – do you have any idea of how
to accomplish the task? “Hatch – A Change Your Life Guide” gives you a
systematic process that will take you on a journey of physical,
emotional, and spiritual healing…I highly recommend this wonderful and
enlightening book”</em> – Yolanda Renee</span></p>
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</p><p> </p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-20363017605583364582023-09-13T00:00:00.001-04:002023-09-13T00:00:00.211-04:00Character Q&A: Sarafina di Ramonicci of Avery Sterling's Precious Burdens #characterinterview <p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><b style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s1600/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="490" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s640/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=s1229" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="1229" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=w583-h69" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="583" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;" /></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #ccffcc; border: 1px solid green; padding: 10px;"><div style="background-color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Today's guest is<span style="color: #274e13;"> <b>Sarafina di Ramonicci</b></span></span></b> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">from
inside the pages of <b><span style="color: #274e13;">PRECIOUS BURDENS</span></b> by <b><span style="color: #274e13;">Avery Sterling</span></b>. It is a pleasure to have her with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What is your name?</b></span></span></p>
<p>Sarafina di Ramonicci </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What do you look like? Where are you today and what are you doing?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I’m rather petite. I have a warm complexion with striking blue eyes. My hair is dark—with wild curls I can’t keep pinned.</p>
<p>Today, I’m sitting in my bedroom, staring out the window. Behind me,
servants are packing my trunks. I’m capturing my final moments in Malta,
my home. Soon, I’ll be boarding a ship bound for America. I’m going to
meet my future husband in <em>Nouvella Orleans.</em></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Describe the outside of your home.</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>My home in Malta is bright and airy. Tiles floors are laid in
intricate patterns that I used to follow throughout the house as a
child. Large windows, tall open doors, and the high ceilings are keeping
me cool. Outside of my house is beautiful and wild. My father’s olive
grove stretches for miles, and my mother's gardens are abundant. The
essence of jasmine, lavender, and basil waft through the air and fill my
senses. I will miss my home. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What’s the mood outside right now?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Morning has grown late, and the time for me to leave grows nearer. My
father is barking orders at the servants packing the carriages. My
mother is crying. The entire house is bustling about, preparing for my
departure. And still, I sit staring out my window. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What is your favorite piece of clothing? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I haven’t any favorite clothing, but the lace handkerchief clasped in
my hand, is most dear. Dearer than the trunks behind me, filled with
the finest silks. The day I found out I was to marry the British consul
in <em>Nouvelle Orleans</em>, my mother told me a story to calm my
troubled heart. She told me about a young woman who was being chased by
invaders. She hid in a cave and prayed to the heavens for help. Within
that moment, a spider quickly weaved a web over the opening. When the
invaders came, they couldn’t see the entrance to the cave, and thus she
was saved. My mother handed me the handkerchief resembling that of a
spider’s web. She explained that I wasn’t to fear my coming marriage,
that I’m always protected. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What scares you? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Marrying a stranger.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">How would your parents describe you?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Fiery, opinionated, and stubborn </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Since the news of my engagement, I pray every night that I'll have a
good marriage. I also pray that if my husband is unkind—much like the
young in my mother's story—I’ll be rescued.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Who is your best friend?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Maya. She’s not just a servant, but my best friend since childhood.
When she heard that I was leaving Malta, she insisted that she go with
me. And there was no changing her mind.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Do you believe the author did a bang up job of portraying you as a character that everyone would love to read about?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I think she’ll do a good job showing my strength, and my
determination. The progression of my character will be interesting,
because there are some harsh realizations I must face. Decisions that I
must make. I hope she doesn’t reveal just how stubborn I can be, and
deadly. But something tells me that she will… <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; margin: 0in;"></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><b>About the Book</b> </b> </span><span style="color: black; white-space: pre;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Taken
prisoner at sea, she clashes with her captor and demands freedom, only
to discover he is planning her future husband’s demise, with her as a
pawn in their deadly feud. The challenge of escape tests her loyalty to
family, human decency, and love. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Captain
Nye Tarquin is a dangerous man. Left to die on the streets of New
Orleans, he swears retribution on the man responsible. When he makes
Sarafina part of his plan, he isn’t prepared for the fiery vixen aboard
his ship, nor his desire to claim her as his own. When passion overtakes
honor, he’s torn between his heart and his need for justice. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Precious-Burdens-Avery-Sterling-ebook/dp/B0C8VHNH3V">https://www.amazon.com/Precious-Burdens-Avery-Sterling-ebook/dp/B0C8VHNH3V</a> </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/precious-burdens-avery-sterling/1143685468?ean=2940160809335">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/precious-burdens-avery-sterling/1143685468?ean=2940160809335</a></span></div><br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></p></div><h4 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d3e50; font-family: Unkempt; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: "Slabo 27px"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div></h4><h3 style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"> </span></h3><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>About the Author</b></span> </span></span></div><p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span><br /></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbgARZ_CidLbok2u-wz0ffizHhpO8ejTbZsSDBNU6jfzYfVqD51Do2lw-EyLa0dUPPqZjulelf_6NWhHkFjnb6shunV5CVtgm7CaMo57o8OBwj09jdkbeZcZHhXDV4ODsTvA26dgvNeAZh7eUsYKxJPFwBrVfGn5QbUqnqYsRiSKkTjXT5cuhL-dnvFrz/s525/Avery%20Sterling%20author.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="413" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbgARZ_CidLbok2u-wz0ffizHhpO8ejTbZsSDBNU6jfzYfVqD51Do2lw-EyLa0dUPPqZjulelf_6NWhHkFjnb6shunV5CVtgm7CaMo57o8OBwj09jdkbeZcZHhXDV4ODsTvA26dgvNeAZh7eUsYKxJPFwBrVfGn5QbUqnqYsRiSKkTjXT5cuhL-dnvFrz/s320/Avery%20Sterling%20author.jpg" width="252" /></a></div>Avery Sterling’s love
for the romance genre began in her teen years when she picked up her
first novel. She was captivated by the sweeping scale of emotions
brought about by the words. The experience catapulted her towards
learning the art of wielding a breathtaking adventure, with a love that
felt authentic. Wanting to inspire people with her own thoughts and
words, she finished her first novel at sixteen. It was a step towards
understanding the essence of what she wished to create. <p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Most of her youth was
spent traveling, searching out the romance and beauty in her
everchanging world. From the waves that crashed against the rocky shores
of Downeast, Maine, to the warm breezes of the Caribbean, she
discovered that love was universal, apparent in its grandest and
simplest of forms. Her goal is to write novels an audience can relate
to, one that conveys the truth and nature of love…with all the steamy
romance. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.avery-sterling.com">http://www.avery-sterling.com </a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/averysterling17">http://www.twitter.com/averysterling17 </a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/avery.sterling.125?eav=AfaEN0SdTOOmVInfsysAoPRLYUanLZ1olr4QWTIjYzwm85tfJ7Ij6rQhS1Qf5oXnK7k&paipv=0&_rdr">https://www.facebook.com/avery.sterling.125?eav=AfaEN0SdTOOmVInfsysAoPRLYUanLZ1olr4QWTIjYzwm85tfJ7Ij6rQhS1Qf5oXnK7k&paipv=0&_rdr </a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Instagram: <a href="http://www.instagram.com/Avery.Sterling17">http://www.instagram.com/Avery.Sterling17</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19674760.Avery_Sterling">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19674760.Avery_Sterling </a> </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Bookbub: <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/profile/avery-sterling">https://www.bookbub.com/profile/avery-sterling</a></span><br /><p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"></i></b></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></i></b></p><p> </p><p>
</p><br /><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-88531738742174211662023-08-28T00:00:00.000-04:002023-08-28T00:00:00.137-04:00Book Watch: Blood & Water by Linda Armstrong-Miller #bookwatch <p> </p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://theliterarynook.blogspot.com/2023/01/book-watch-giveaway-shine-his-light-3.html"></a>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Linda Armstrong-Miller</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Dorrance Publishing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 266</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Christian Thriller<br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Lisa Rivers is a
genius with a photographic memory. She is the youngest, highest paid
computer designer for the Department of Defense. Her program promises no
more POWs and can be used domestically. No more missing children. So,
how is it that Lisa is kidnapped? How was her identity discovered? Is
she still alive and if so, can she be found before it is too late? </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/35nwbkz3">https://tinyurl.com/35nwbkz3 </a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/bdcu442x">https://tinyurl.com/bdcu442x </a></span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/tbn9suhe">https://tinyurl.com/tbn9suhe</a></span><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoK6CQipqooQO0UkBJPcCQvICKqDPKcdhcqO4XEiUZK7fsvCBk60UL4ubu2CR0cHmShfhYg0RcN0VWwnIGfMMoZyJNN3QSRfVw-06J9gFTYxZHiih5Ff08aWL7c_kTvlmXqvhk0E02bdBN1u0M_K2_UMFR8HH5k4Bc4yVLCw_RXxdPQeXHH6Vjq7TPw/s200/image.png" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="193" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoK6CQipqooQO0UkBJPcCQvICKqDPKcdhcqO4XEiUZK7fsvCBk60UL4ubu2CR0cHmShfhYg0RcN0VWwnIGfMMoZyJNN3QSRfVw-06J9gFTYxZHiih5Ff08aWL7c_kTvlmXqvhk0E02bdBN1u0M_K2_UMFR8HH5k4Bc4yVLCw_RXxdPQeXHH6Vjq7TPw/w336-h348/image.png" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="336" /></a></p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 19.26px;"><br /></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1522182949782463294" itemprop="description articleBody" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03Fc0wNRzLn2eluINPyCd0uUaalHxjVzJPTmJV44sPcT4jLCZS3U465syn4m2iZ_aj7aq82bLUOgZdn-byatVPZX0VJHYLwsSEgmaHZAykGIjcDnXSuvtZCT2TfstUCoDZHieiduW67J5SLU83quPaK0wlWFNWMMdwY2r8XZ6uBuAkoE7sx3Z4IhSla-G/s410/excerpt12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="59" data-original-width="410" height="46" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03Fc0wNRzLn2eluINPyCd0uUaalHxjVzJPTmJV44sPcT4jLCZS3U465syn4m2iZ_aj7aq82bLUOgZdn-byatVPZX0VJHYLwsSEgmaHZAykGIjcDnXSuvtZCT2TfstUCoDZHieiduW67J5SLU83quPaK0wlWFNWMMdwY2r8XZ6uBuAkoE7sx3Z4IhSla-G/s320/excerpt12.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1522182949782463294" itemprop="description articleBody"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></h2><blockquote><h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Sunday
morning, Sam Rivers and his son Zach ran from the parking lot to the
entry of the emergency room. The run had only been a hundred yards but,
with the guilt Sam carried, twenty extra pounds, and no sleep in the
past twenty-four hours, he found himself panting and sweating as if he
had just run a marathon.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">He bent
over, placed a hand on each knee for support. As he did, sweat joined in
the center of his smooth, black forehead, ran down to a point, and
dropped off his nose as he held his head first down then up, trying to
catch his breath.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The few
gray strands at his temple appeared to outshine the rest of his black
hair. If this is what getting old is all about, Sam decided he didn’t
want any part of it. He stood and wiped his face. The sweat made his
skin look like dark shiny caramel.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Breathing
less like an asthmatic old man, Sam led Zach through the door-way. Once
inside, they felt lost and overwhelmed. They stopped, looked around for a
familiar face then tried not to panic when they didn’t find one.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">As Sam looked around, he continued to work on controlling his breathing and on the catch that had seized his right side.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">There were
two areas where they could seek help, triage and the information
desk—both busy. Between the two areas was a door sporting a Staff Only
sign. Sam thought about trying the door. Before he could, a young woman
wearing baggy blue jeans and a sagging yellow T-shirt—Sam could only
guess she was someone wanting to be seen but hadn’t—beat him to it.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The exasperated attendant of the information desk turned to her and asked, “Can’t you read?”</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“I was just looking for the bathroom,” the lady with the yellow T-shirt said then sucked her teeth.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“That sign don’t say Bathroom.” He pointed down the hall to a sign that did.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">With that,
the attendant turned back to the young mother of two standing before
the information desk. The lady with the yellow T-shirt turned from the
door, flipped the attendant a bird then left through the doors Sam and
Zach had just entered.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The
waiting room was filled with mothers holding babies and with men and
women reading magazines as they waited for one of the too-few rooms to
become available. Sam and Zach felt like intruders as they walked
through the waiting room trying to find a way back into the patient care
area; unwilling to wait. On the way to the bathrooms, they passed a man
holding his head down as if snoozing, a lady sitting next to him,
trying to quiet her crying baby. He never looked up but she watched them
suspiciously as they walked through.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">After
checking the phone and bathroom areas, Sam and Zach had no choice but to
go back and wait for someone at either the triage area or information
desk to become available. There were two nurses at triage. One,
somewhere in her early twenties, was assisting an elderly white-haired
lady—who was not making her job easy. For some reason, the lady kept
trying to pull her blouse up and show the nurse something underneath.
Each time she did, the woman exposed her undergarment. The nurse noticed
Sam, smiled then looked back at the elderly lady.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The other
nurse, mid-thirties, maybe older, was with a young mother who was
holding a runny-nosed little boy. He squirmed, trying to get down. When
he didn’t get what he wanted, he screamed for all to hear, “Let go!”</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">More
focused and quicker than the younger nurse, the older nurse finished
with the mother who couldn’t control her child then moved on to yet
another mother and child combo. When done, she turned to Sam and Zach.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, may I help you?” she asked.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Her name
was Tish, no last name, just Tish. She was light skinned with sandy
brown hair, which was pulled tightly into a ponytail. Tish was heavy-set
with a pretty face but, for some reason, she seemed unwilling or unable
to smile. She looked tired, although it was only 0800.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Tish
looked at Sam through the open glass partition which separated them as
he approached. “Yes, I’m Detective Rivers. My daughter was just brought
in by helicopter.” Sam who was tired and had pain in both his knees and
his legs also found it hard to smile at 0800.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">The pain
in his knees and legs were the least of the pain he felt, the pain that
encompassed his heart threatened to encompass the rest of him. He felt
all of the fifty-three years that made up his life catching up with him.
At least he was no longer panting. He was thankful for that.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, let me get the patient representative. She’ll be able to…”</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“I don’t
want the patient representative.” Sam walked away from Zach, meaning for
him to stay where he was, and approached the door. Zach followed
anyway. "I want to see my daughter, Lisa Rivers. I know she's here?"</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Sam looked
through the open door into the hallway located behind triage. He
wondered where Special Agent Frank Millwood was. Sam couldn’t help
feeling angry at Frank. He knew they were coming. Where was he? Why
hadn’t he made arrangements for them to be taken straight back upon
their arrival?</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Sir, at the moment—” Tish started again.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“There was an FBI agent that came in with my daughter, Agent Millwood.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Where is he?” Sam interrupted her again.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Detective
Rivers, Zach, over here.” They turned and saw Millwood standing in the
hallway, at the end of the waiting room. The sight of him immediately
made Sam forget he had been angry at him. In fact, he was glad to see
him. According to Frank’s partner, Sam couldn’t ask for anyone better to
protect Lisa. That kind of praise from one lawman about another was
gold.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Saturday
night, when Frank was called in, before Lisa’s rescue had gone down,
Frank had been dressed in a nice coat and tie. Sam marveled that all he
had to show for the day’s wear and tear was a little dirt. As far as Sam
was concerned, that made him a lucky man.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Frank had
thick curly brown hair with even thicker and curlier eyelashes, the kind
that women envied. He had perfect white teeth that flashed easily.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Sam found him easy to like and trust—something he rarely found, especially the first time he met someone.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Millwood
was a second-generation FBI agent, joining the agency because it was
expected of him. If Millwood was feeling the pressure of walking in his
father’s footsteps, it didn’t show.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">“Thank God,” Sam said leaving Tish and triage.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Millwood
waved at Tish, indicating that Sam and Zach were friends, not foes. This
didn’t seem to impress Tish one way or the other, but she said nothing
more, allowing the two to pass.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">As Sam and
Zach walked with Millwood, it appeared that he was either already
familiar with this emergency room or he’d done a lot of investigating
since arriving. He led them down a long hallway that had no patient
examination rooms, just closed doors.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">They went
about halfway down that hall and turned to the right, which placed them
in an area that did have examination rooms. They passed the mother with
the runny-nosed little boy. She was chasing him in the hallway while
other patients watched her. Some were laughing at her and encouraging
the little boy to run faster.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Millwood
caught the kid and held him for his mother. He then flashed a look at a
young, white male of about twenty-two, sporting tattoos of horned
serpents all over his right arm. The look said, I dare you to say
another word.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">When the mother had her son in the room again, Millwood pulled the door shut and the three of them continued.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">They made a
left onto another hall and Millwood led Sam and Zach to room 104, where
all else ceased to exist for Sam. The door to the room was open and no
one in the room seemed to realize visitors were standing outside looking
in. Sam and Zach watched the flurry of activity centered on a stretcher
that sat in the center of the room.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">Lisa laid
on that stretcher, attached to three IVs—one in each arm, and another
one with four tails extending from it, protruded from her neck. Two
one-liter bags, which were almost empty, hung from an IV pole; their
fluids ran into Lisa’s veins. A small bag with the word Dopamine and the
life saving liquid from two units of blood were also running into
Lisa’s bruised and battered body.</em></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;">As if that
weren’t enough, she also had wires running from her small chest to a
cardiac monitor mounted to the wall. Other wires ran from her chest and
back to another monitor that sat on a red cart. Without being told, Sam
and Zach knew what all the activity was about. Lisa had gone into
cardiac arrest and now she was being resuscitated. She had coded.</em></h2></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;">- Excerpt, Blood & Water </span><br /></p><h2 class="wp-block-heading" style="text-align: left;"><em style="font-weight: normal;"></em></h2>
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crisis and she has been with them during their time of distress,
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wife of Yusuf ibn Ayyub ibn Shadi of S.P. Grogan's CRIMSON SCIMITAR: ATTACK ON AMERICA 2001-2027.</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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</p><p>I have been asked to speak of myself and have agreed upon the condition that this is for informational background purposes only and shall never be released to the public in any form whatsoever. And I have been given such assuredness this will be so. I hear they might write a book on this <i>Crimson Scimitar Affair</i> and I pray to Allah no one writes our story for our lives will be put at risk.</p>
<p>I am the wife of Yusuf ibn Ayyub ibn Shadi, the famous British-Egyptian Islamic scholar, known by his writings as ‘Saladin’, <i>The Unifer</i>. We live humbly above my husband’s teaching school in Whitechapel, close to the East London Mosque. I have grown up to this my 19th year being called Sabz, this in Farsi means ‘green’ because of my eyes, which my husband calls them, when we are alone, <i>emeralds of passion. </i>Silly man.</p>
<p>One of my duties is to help Saladin in editing his second treatise soon to be published, the first an international bestseller bringing him fame and a great deal of royalties which I handle, as he does not do well with financial matters. My day job is working with Lloyds Banking Group where I specialize in the accounts of customers, British Muslims and from the Middle East as I speak several dialects fluently.</p>
<p>Today, it is raining, as usual. England is like that. Not so much torrents as in constant, grey drizzling. I am waiting to meet with my friend, Samantha Carlisle, the international fashion designer, who opened her bank account with me, and we became fast friends, and through her, I directed my husband to hire her boyfriend’s security company, Holmes Security, to protect Saladin when he goes on speaking engagements. I do fear for him, for I do not wish to be a martyr’s widow.</p>
<p> Saladin, and more skeptically am I, believes he may be a prophet whose destiny is to unite the Sunni – Shia divisions of Islam. To have both sides of a religion who believe the other apostate and heretic does not bode well for one who says, ‘come let us be brothers together’. Within the last year I have come a long way with him (in privacy I call him ‘Khalaf’). To his former associates in the Jihad Khalaf is no more, killed for the Higher Cause, which I care less of. Only a few, our Mysterious Angels, know of his death, his resurrection, and this his beginning pilgrimage he now leads. How long this will last, I have no idea. I must weigh my options, but today I am happy.</p>
<p> Samantha and I will have a late lunch at Alain Ducasse’s restaurant in The Dorchester, talk of fashion and soccer, and later we will discuss serious matters of our investments in American tech stocks and of new security precautions for Saladin. Samantha today will see I am wearing her late summer design from the new boutique couture she has opened on Bond Street. She of course will be flaunting glamorous. The talent Sam possesses has brought out in me, caterpillar to butterfly, draped in a banker stylish dress that speaks success-- a Dubai Moroccan blue abaya, beaded floor length, acceptably demure within pleasing eyes of the public, and of men. I, of course, will change my clothes back to my charcoal well-worn burqa before I go to our home. My husband still cannot rid himself of certain strict Islamic codes who believe women are to be protected as obedient chattel. From our personal experience this last year, during the <i>Crimson Scimitar Affair</i>, he has come to know my mind, and of my persuasive abilities.</p>
<p> Samantha, my friend, has arrived, smiling, she who gives me strength. But she will never know my secret, that I am the niece of Emir Tahir Yuldashev of the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan (IMU), killed in 2009, and that my father sold me for a large dowry and political concessions as a bride to al Qaeda to that scum dog Gupta. When Allah intervened and brought down the American bomb and killed many, leaving Khalaf injured, alive in the rubble, it was destined that Khalaf would be my answer to my own survival. Yes, we are two deaths, two resurrections. Khalaf and Allah saved me, but these Mysterious Angels have now arrived. Allah be merciful and save me again, and yes, save Khalaf, even perhaps to do Your Will.</p>
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by S.P. Grogan is an expansive action-adventure terrorist thriller that
tells the ‘what if’ story of the al Qaeda leader, Osama bin Laden. What
if, in 2011, instead of being killed bin Laden is captured and put on
trial, what would American justice look like, and would the outcome be
as expected? What if prior to his capture he and al Qaeda were planning
to launch on America worse than 9/11? Who could stop it? In <i>Crimson Scimitar</i> is the chase to capture bin Laden, the ‘Trial of the Century’, the diabolical <i>Crimson Scimitar</i>
plot in action, and climactic ‘gun battle at the bridge.’ Author S.P.
Grogan’s writing seamlessly blends the political War on Terrorism events
of 2011 into a realistic landscape that features strong women
characters, an eccentric multi-millionaire, reality television stars,
SEAL members on the attack, battling defense and prosecution lawyers,
CIA agents, the President of the United States, and an ambitious
jihadist who will begin a violent transformative journey. More
intriguing is how the terrorist plot was crated that will lead to stock
market manipulation, attacks on amusement parks, and nuclear waste
poisoning. And amid it all there are romantic challenges that must be
faced to create strong bonds to fight against evil. <i>Crimson Scimitar</i>
is labeled as the ‘Awakening Epic of Our Times’, reminding readers that
a 9/11 could happen again and that we must be vigilant. <p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/6v9s8n9k">https://tinyurl.com/6v9s8n9k </a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crimson-scimitar-sp-grogan/1142693076">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crimson-scimitar-sp-grogan/1142693076 </a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Histria Books: <a href="https://histriabooks.com/product/crimson-scimitar/">https://histriabooks.com/product/crimson-scimitar </a></span></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/149851203-crimson-scimitar">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/149851203-crimson-scimitar </a></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p></div></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></p></div><h4 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d3e50; font-family: Unkempt; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: "Slabo 27px"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div></h4><h3 style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"> </span></h3><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>About the Author</b></span> </span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclbfbBhHtBx82q1htbsCrB730iF4hoRnG58OVfzIQSiU04vp2nXwLJL9-9iSFywG1Q0UPgAFeYyAhB8lhpvg8FjpqCE0XozGSZdl6omTPKdlfR-x0LF7Jw1U7WDam9XH1Duw_u-Cbt1kDyCmVt4iN-e1LIIirwDxT7ZGYXwkFl1dfZX2nkWcc-xyT8Tfz/s640/S.P.%20Grogan%20lg.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclbfbBhHtBx82q1htbsCrB730iF4hoRnG58OVfzIQSiU04vp2nXwLJL9-9iSFywG1Q0UPgAFeYyAhB8lhpvg8FjpqCE0XozGSZdl6omTPKdlfR-x0LF7Jw1U7WDam9XH1Duw_u-Cbt1kDyCmVt4iN-e1LIIirwDxT7ZGYXwkFl1dfZX2nkWcc-xyT8Tfz/w480-h640/S.P.%20Grogan%20lg.JPG" width="480" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">S.P. Grogan in 2008 gained recognition with his first novel, <i>Vegas Die, a Quest Mystery</i>,
in which the writing were clues that led the ‘Questor’ to seek out a
dagger hidden somewhere in the Vegas Valley to be redeemed for $25,000
cash. Launching a fan-based treasure hunt <i>Vegas Die</i> became a
best-seller, and an award for ‘Best Regional’ fiction. S.P. Grogan calls
himself an eclectic storyteller in that he seeks out blending history
and romance into various genres to create unusual plotting. In 2019,
academic publisher Histria Books negotiated to acquire the author’s
existing catalogue of four novels for re-issuing and an option on the
next several stories he might create. <i>Lafayette: Courtier to Crown Fugitive</i>
tells the coming-of-age story of the young Marquis de La Fayette,
‘France’s richest orphan’ and delves into his quest to revenge the death
of his father, and his unbridled ambition to escape the intrigues of
the court of Queen Marie Antoinette and go to the American colonies to
find glory. In 2022, <i>Captain Cooked, A Hawaiian Mystery of Romance, Revenge and Recipes</i>
won “Best Novel” from Gourmand International Cookbook Awards. Here, the
author writes from the first-person perspective of a twentyish LA woman
who is filming her father’s top cable cooking show when she stumbles
into the murder of a famous Hawaiian singing star (think ‘Iz’), and
struggles with romantic ‘love on all the wrong beaches’ when she has to
choose between a thief, a king, and a murderer. Best-selling author Anne
Hillerman said of <i>Captain Cooked</i>: “It reads like Janet Evanovich morphing into Rachel Ray while filming a remake of <i>Perils of Pauline</i>. Coming out in August 2023 is <i>Atomic Dreams at the Red Tiki Lounge</i>,
an elaborately crafted Hawaiian fantasy-thriller set in post World War 2
Honolulu with the gods fighting against mutated demons, star-crossed
romance, where future famous people pass through the doors of the Red
Tiki. There’s even Russians seeking to steal an Atomic Bomb. Artwork
illustrations provided by famed surrealist artist, Brad ‘Tiki Shark’
Parker. Finally, is <i>Crimson Scimitar</i>, which has been described
as ‘the awakening epic of our times’ to be released September 2023.
Multiple story lines including Hollywood Culture takes on Terrorists.
The reader will be amazed how the author can take current history and
give it resonance to today’s events and still provide a thriller with
unusual twists including the warning: ‘9/11 can happen again.’ Author
S.P. Grogan lives in Henderson, Nevada, and is working on his next
novel. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.spgrogan.com">www.spgrogan.com </a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/grogan.sp">https://www.facebook.com/grogan.sp </a></span></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4032468.S_P_Grogan">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4032468.S_P_Grogan</a></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"></i></b></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></i></b></p><p>
</p><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-59323494489033958652023-08-07T00:00:00.001-04:002023-08-07T00:00:00.271-04:00Character Q&A: Mikael of Randy C. Dockens' The Adversary Chronicles Series #characterinterview<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><b style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s1600/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="490" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s640/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=s1229" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="1229" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=w583-h69" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="583" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;" /></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #ccffcc; border: 1px solid green; padding: 10px;"><div style="background-color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Today's guest is<span style="color: #274e13;"> <b>Mikael</b></span></span></b> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">from
inside the pages of <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>THE ADVERSARY CHRONICLES</b></span> by <b><span style="color: #274e13;">Randy C. Dockens</span></b>. It is a pleasure to have him with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
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<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What is your name?</b></span></span> I am Mikael, the Captain of the Lord’s Host.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What do you look like?</b> </span></span>Where are you today and what are you doing? I have long blondish-colored hair. I typically wear a white robe with a sky-blue sash and don a sword at my side. I have existed ever since the Creator made his angelic host. I, and many of the other angels, are called God’s messengers. Ever since Lucifer, the one who was the closest to our Creator in the beginning, rebelled, I and my armies have been fighting him and his demons to try and help humanity make the right decisions.</p>
<p>Randy has portrayed several of my missions in his book series called <em>The Adversary Chronicles</em>. Lucifer’s rebellion and him becoming not only the adversary of Yahweh but to me and my angels as well is one of the themes of this series. Randy describes Lucifer’s rebellion in <em>Rebellion in the Stones of Fire</em>. I have had to go against Lucifer on several occasions when he is trying to establish control over the world which Randy has presented in his series about me and Lucifer: from the time Lucifer tried to change human DNA before God put an end to his scheme with the worldwide flood as Randy discusses in his first book, to Lucifer using Gilgamesh and the Tower of Babel to try and usher in a superhuman to take over the world as Randy describes in <em>The Holy Grail of Babylon</em>, to Lucifer using a curse on an Israelite king to try and prevent the coming Messiah from being able to come to the world as prophesied by my Creator which Randy describes in <em>The Defining Curse</em>, to how Lucifer now uses current modern scientific discoveries to manipulate human DNA to target specific ethnic groups as Randy presents in a dramatic way in <em>The Luciferian Plague</em>. It seems my job is never done as Lucifer is one crafty ex-angel who creates and capitalizes on chaos.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Describe the outside of your home. </span></b></span></span>Oh, my home is marvelous and is in a different dimension than yours. Yet, I hope you get to see it one day. It is really beyond description with human words. With our Creator, Yahweh, who values the creative process so much, you can image that there are new and various things to see and explore constantly. Our Creator’s mind is without bounds in his imagination and what he can come up with. Reading Randy’s new series will give you a glimpse of what you can likely see if you come to visit me here.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What’s the mood outside right now?</span></b></span></span> Oh, the mood outside is one of hope and positivity. Despite all that Lucifer has done to mankind and the world, our Creator is a positive influence for all of us. The future will be an exciting one over which our Creator will rule and preside. He being so creative, the beauty you will experience will be beyond your current comprehension. You must come and experience it.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What is your favorite piece of clothing? </span></b></span></span> That is a curious question for me to answer. I have been wearing the same thing ever since I was created. That does not concern me because I am the Creator’s messenger. If I need to appear human to someone on Earth, I can morph into any character and clothing that is necessary to carry out that specific mission. Yet, often, I am on the scene in a way most humans cannot see me. When I fight, I often will need to use my wings which many have described as majestic with a vast wingspan. Yet, when not in use, you would not really notice that I have them as they fold very efficiently and compactly.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What scares you? </span></b></span></span>I don’t think the word ‘scare’ is something I have experienced. You see, I have complete faith in my Creator and in His plan. Therefore, scare is not something I will likely ever experience. However, I do have concerns and I think that is close to the meaning implied here. I see how much love my Creator has for his creation, yet I see many of his creations not even acknowledge Him. That is concerning to me because I know firsthand how wonderful and loving my Creator is and how much he loves all mankind. It is concerning to me that many have not yet experienced Him, and some may never do so. If everyone could only see Him the way I do, they would flock to him for his love is beyond measure and his greatest desire is to lavish his love on each and every human. Yet, that can only come through faith which can only come through the enactment of a person’s will.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">How would your parents describe you?</span></b></span> Well, I don’t have parents, but I do have a Creator. I would hope he would describe me as someone who is onboard with His plan for the world and finds me faithful in carrying it out. As I am the Captain of his angelic army, I think he would say I am motivated to help prepare all the angels to carry out His plan and engage the Adversary, Lucifer, whenever the need arises and without hesitation.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? </span></b></span></span>I do not sleep, but I praise my Creator each day as giving him praise also gives me strength and purpose.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Who is your best friend?</span></b></span></span> I have many angelic friends, but I am also the Captain of most of them. Yet, as Randy has described in his work, I do value Raphael as he and I have spent a lot of time together carrying out the will of our Creator. We also have kept an eye on Lucifer and what he is doing and/or planning. Raphael helps me keep the proper perspective in our work and I hope he feels I do the same for him.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Do you believe the author did a bang up job of portraying you as a character that everyone would love to read about? </span></b></span></span>Oh, absolutely. While he and I have never ever met, I feel he has portrayed me in a good light and in an exciting way that people will not only want to read but get excited about reading. I think the way he has described me and the events I have been involved in will be a fast-paced exciting experience for all his readers, and they will want to read each book of his series about me, and about Lucifer. Many probably have not thought about things that have occurred, and are occurring, in the way Randy has presented them. I think it will provide many readers with a thought-provoking read and prepare them for many discussions with their friends.</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBSADUX4rbnXXCpf2JKyetU--VYq2r6ZG0y-_Cxa3JhFnlYDI75iMm4ZkQjb1NpH1M1BEBeB1uUOLJNah9OVWO0lEWAtT064zKZh7DCYkS6dn4DHTr5vyTUG-ze8JgeetgOQIpyqoXx2LJwSHS-2ra937RqP7VnfnojKs0VpZfqz6HoLCMDF8WNj6hbbC/s809/The%20Adversary%20Chronicles%205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="809" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBSADUX4rbnXXCpf2JKyetU--VYq2r6ZG0y-_Cxa3JhFnlYDI75iMm4ZkQjb1NpH1M1BEBeB1uUOLJNah9OVWO0lEWAtT064zKZh7DCYkS6dn4DHTr5vyTUG-ze8JgeetgOQIpyqoXx2LJwSHS-2ra937RqP7VnfnojKs0VpZfqz6HoLCMDF8WNj6hbbC/w533-h316/The%20Adversary%20Chronicles%205.jpg" width="533" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">He
has many names: Lucifer, Satan, Devil, Adversary. Through the eyes of
Mikael, the Captain of the Lord’s hosts, understand the conflict that
starts in Heaven and how it extends to Earth. Get a different
perspective on earthly events that will help you rediscover the awe of
age-old Bible stories and give you a new perspective for you to ponder. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Read
how Lucifer prepares for his rise to power on Earth through his deceit
causing the fall of Adam and Eve, his engineering the Nephilim which God
ended with the worldwide flood, how he attempted to use the Tower of
Babel to prepare a superhuman off world using a time dilation field to
speed up his work for world dominance, how he utilizes a curse the
prophet Jeremiah gives to king Jehoiachin to try and change mankind’s
history by preventing the prophecy of the coming Messiah, to how he
attempts to hijack new technology today to create a plague that will
target those of Jewish descent and thereby change biblical prophecy and
attempt to turn it into a mere fairytale. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Title of Series: The Adversary Chronicles</strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Book 1: Rebellion in the Stones of Fire </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Book 2: The Holy Grail of Babylon </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Book 3: The Defining Curse </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Book 4: The Luciferian Plague </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Publication Date:</strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Rebellion in the Stones of Fire: 01-Feb-2022 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">The Holy Grail of Babylon: 06-Jul-2022 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">The Defining Curse: 04-Oct-2022 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">The Luciferian Plague: 01-Feb-2003 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><strong># of Pages: </strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Rebellion in the Stones of Fire: 320 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">The Holy Grail of Babylon: 300 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">The Defining Curse: 300 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">The Luciferian Plague: 368 </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Amazon:</strong> </span><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rebellion in the Stones of Fire:<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Rebellion-Stones-Fire-Adversary-Chronicles/dp/1952025664/ref=sr_1_4?crid=3V5RV864M3MMA&keywords=randy+c+dockens&qid=1687630124&s=books&sprefix=randy+c+dockens%2Cstripbooks%2C94&sr=1-4"> Rebellion in the Stones of Fire (The Adversary Chronicles, 1): Dockens, Randy C: 9781952025662: Amazon.com: Books</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Holy Grail of Babylon:<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Holy-Grail-Babylon-Adversary-Chronicles/dp/1952025672/ref=sr_1_3?crid=3V5RV864M3MMA&keywords=randy+c+dockens&qid=1687630124&s=books&sprefix=randy+c+dockens%2Cstripbooks%2C94&sr=1-3"> The Holy Grail of Babylon (The Adversary Chronicles, 2): Dockens, Randy C: 9781952025679: Amazon.com: Books</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Defining Curse:<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Defining-Curse-Adversary-Chronicles/dp/1952025680/ref=sr_1_18?crid=3V5RV864M3MMA&keywords=randy+c+dockens&qid=1687630124&s=books&sprefix=randy+c+dockens%2Cstripbooks%2C94&sr=1-18"> The Defining Curse (The Adversary Chronicles, 3): Dockens, Randy C: 9781952025686: Amazon.com: Books</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Luciferian Plague:<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Luciferian-Plague-Adversary-Chronicles/dp/1954437730/ref=sr_1_2?crid=3V5RV864M3MMA&keywords=randy+c+dockens&qid=1687630124&s=books&sprefix=randy+c+dockens%2Cstripbooks%2C94&sr=1-2"> The Luciferian Plague (The Adversary Chronicles, 4): Dockens, Randy C: 9781954437739: Amazon.com: Books</a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Also available for sale at</b> <a href="https://www.randydockens.com/bookstore">https://www.randydockens.com/bookstore</a></span></p></div></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></p></div><h4 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d3e50; font-family: Unkempt; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: "Slabo 27px"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div></h4><h3 style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"> </span></h3><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>About the Author</b></span> </span></span></div><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBVeG9qqYUenHqtg0qSMmGA_IJMKh0nmHuVKUoUVKROPajv-TpiJqYhyQmn38GHnrfosImB43qHUZeCWqkP5nUTaJU6Rvh8IS0qOxZmGMowWRLj9qRp-_PhUIAZANczlCkb-a4vEp0NJMjutB4A7wXeeDS05dsbjyAbWYcViZ7V_S4-4a9ry9FPLy55Fp/s571/Randy%20C.%20Dockens.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="521" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBVeG9qqYUenHqtg0qSMmGA_IJMKh0nmHuVKUoUVKROPajv-TpiJqYhyQmn38GHnrfosImB43qHUZeCWqkP5nUTaJU6Rvh8IS0qOxZmGMowWRLj9qRp-_PhUIAZANczlCkb-a4vEp0NJMjutB4A7wXeeDS05dsbjyAbWYcViZ7V_S4-4a9ry9FPLy55Fp/s320/Randy%20C.%20Dockens.png" width="292" /></a></div><br />Dr. Randy C. Dockens
has a fascination with science and with the Bible, holds Ph.D. degrees
in both areas, and is a man not only of faith and science, but also of
creativity. He believes that faith and science go hand in hand without
being enemies of each other. <p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">After completing his
bachelor’s degree in pharmacy from Auburn University he went on to
graduate school at Auburn and completed his first doctorate degree in
Pharmaceutics. He began his scientific career as a pharmacokinetic
reviewer for the Food and Drug Administration and later joined a leading
pharmaceutical company as a pharmacokineticist, which is a scientist
who analyzes how the human body affects drugs after they have been
administered (i.e., absorbed, distributed, metabolized, and excreted). </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Through the years, he
has worked on potential medicines within several disease areas,
including cardiovascular, fibrosis, and immunoscience to see and develop
new and novel medicines in these therapy areas. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">He has also had his
attention on the academic study of the Bible. He earned a second
doctorate in Biblical Prophecy from Louisiana Baptist University after
receiving a master’s degree in Jewish Studies from the Internet Bible
Institute under the tutelage of Dr. Robert Congdon. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Randy has recently
retired from his pharmaceutical career and is spending even more time on
his writing efforts. He has written several books that span dystopian,
end-time prophecy, science fiction, and uniquely told Bible stories. All
his books, while fun to read, are futuristic, filled with science to
give them an authentic feel, have a science fiction feel to them, and
allows one to learn some aspect of Biblical truth one may not have
thought about before. This is all done in a fast-paced action format
that is both entertaining and provides a fun read for his readers. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website:<a href="https://www.randydockens.com"> https://www.randydockens.com </a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/RandyCDockens">www.twitter.com/RandyCDockens</a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/Randy.C.Dockens">www.facebook.com/Randy.C.Dockens </a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16453941">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16453941 </a> </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/randydockens/">https://www.instagram.com/randydockens/</a></span><p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"></i></b></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></i></b></p><p>
</p><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-17264979274933949862023-07-25T00:00:00.001-04:002023-07-25T00:00:00.170-04:00Character Q&A: Jim Zimmerman of John R. York's The Five Watches: An Accident of Time #characterinterview<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><b style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s1600/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="490" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s640/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=s1229" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="1229" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=w583-h69" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="583" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;" /></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #ccffcc; border: 1px solid green; padding: 10px;"><div style="background-color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Today's guest is<b> Jim Zimmerman</b></span></b> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">from inside the pages of THE FIVE WATCHES: AN ACCIDENT OF TIME by John R. York. It is a pleasure to have him with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"></span></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"><b><span><span style="color: #274e13;">What is your name? </span></span></b> </span></p><p>
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<p>Jim Zimmerman</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What do you look like? Where are you today and what are you doing?</b></span></span></p>
<p>I am a regular guy: 5’ 10”, hazel eyes, light brown hair that I keep relatively well trimmed. It’s a very pleasant Saturday morning and I’m standing on my front porch admiring the beautiful day and looking forward to the beginning of a relaxing weekend. I think I’ll wash my car this morning, then maybe grill some hotdogs for lunch. My wife, Zoe, thinks hotdogs are disgusting, so I’ll have to endure her lecture. Right now, I’m going to go to the end of my driveway to fetch my weekly newspaper. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>Describe the outside of your home. </b></span></span></p>
<p>I live in a small neighborhood outside of Orlando, Florida. There are seven custom homes on our cul de sac, Gator Court. Ours is the first home on the right. It’s one story, constructed of concrete block, and painted a nice neutral color. I guess you might call it tan, but Zoe insists it has a fancy name of some sort. We have a two car garage, a nice yard of Saint Augustine grass, front and back, and landscaping comprised of various bushes and a few small trees. We have a screened-in patio at the back of the house. It’s a nice neighborhood.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What is your favorite piece of clothing? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I work as a lead systems designer in a high-tech company, so I usually have to wear “work casual” clothes to work. Being a warm summer weekend, I will be wearing shorts and a cotton T-shirt, which is what I would wear all the time if I could. I will wear my Sperry Topsiders most of the day but will trade them in for flip-flops later.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b>What scares you? </b></span></span></p>
<p>Anything that would adversely impact my wife or son. Things are quiet around here, and everybody looks out for each other, but you just don’t ever know these days. There are lots of crazy people running around out there.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">How would your parents describe you? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I think my parents would tell you they are proud of me. I’ve always walked the line in terms of meeting their expectations. I was a good student in high school, graduated from college with a computer science degree, married a wonderful woman, produced a great kid, and I have a good job. I had a great upbringing and love my parents.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? </span></b></span></span></p>
<p>I try not to think about things that bother me. So, I usually have a Jack Daniels on the rocks and read a little or talk with Zoe about mundane things. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Who is your best friend?</span></b></span></span></p>
<p>Zoe, my wife, is definitely my best friend. She’s great. All my neighbors are friends too, as are many of the people I work with, but not “best friends”.</p>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: John R. York</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: DocUmeantPublishing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 316</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Time Travel<br />
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">What might happen if a
handful of people living in different eras became entangled in time,
some intentionally and some accidentally? The nineteenth-century
scientist, Dr. Wilhelm Gussen, is passionate about improving the welfare
of mankind, and so he begins a journey through time in a quest to learn
about future advances in epidemiology. Physicist Emory Lynch, from the
twenty-seventh century, studies an old pocket watch, said to be a time
travel device, and accidently stumbles into the twenty-first century. In
2019, Jim Zimmerman, the de facto neighborhood go-to guy, finds himself
caught in the middle of a clandestine, future conspiracy. True to his
character, he becomes inextricably involved in future affairs that
involve saving humanity from itself—dragging his wife and a few
neighbors along for the ride. Thus, begins a time travel adventure that
examines the stubborn predictability of human behavior and how some
things, even over time, never seem to change. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Praise:</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">“<em>The Five Watches</em>
is filled with interesting characters and enchanting tapestries woven
into the fabric of time itself. John explores not only the ravages of
time but more importantly the impact of individual kindness, caring, and
selflessness towards others that is heartwarming. I enjoyed this
suspenseful page turner, the connection to everyday people and to
imaginable heroes that we can all strive to become. Uplifting! – Jim
Richards, Beta Reader </span></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon:<a href="https://tinyurl.com/46fjjp6f"> https://tinyurl.com/46fjjp6f</a></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p></div></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: x-large;"></span><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></p></div><h4 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #2d3e50; font-family: Unkempt; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: "Slabo 27px"; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div></h4><h3 style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"> </span></h3><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>About the Author</b></span> </span></span></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhy0Tx6bvI20MF_UxQcIl0FklsoJcBSh3C6blRHOZ7g5mrEYSLO3PvCD6-1KTptm57WajNI2zzssoOCvG--HPB4vppt9oi47aN_7q3Fr_BrWeqFz_lnsDTdbnY_2G740RsygErN40kihbSdgUEZQBjmgItLY5barPvm5A02HbGXyFBJId3r0ZZUIWWW7de/s432/John%20R.%20York%20author.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="288" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhy0Tx6bvI20MF_UxQcIl0FklsoJcBSh3C6blRHOZ7g5mrEYSLO3PvCD6-1KTptm57WajNI2zzssoOCvG--HPB4vppt9oi47aN_7q3Fr_BrWeqFz_lnsDTdbnY_2G740RsygErN40kihbSdgUEZQBjmgItLY5barPvm5A02HbGXyFBJId3r0ZZUIWWW7de/s320/John%20R.%20York%20author.png" width="213" /></a></div><br />John R. York has been
writing and publishing his stories since 2016, but he’s always been a
storyteller, even as a kid in Central Ohio where he grew up. His life
experiences provided him with a wealth of tales to share with others and
resulted in his debut work, Wolf’s Tale. He has since published five
more novels, including the award-winning <em>Journey to Eden</em>. A retired high-tech executive, he currently lives with his wife, Paula, in New Port Richey, Florida. <p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="http://www.johnryork.com">www.johnryork.com</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/john.york.9277">https://www.facebook.com/john.york.9277</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">TikTok: <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@johnryork">https://www.tiktok.com/@johnryork</a> and <a href="http://www.tiktok.com/@dreamwriter">www.tiktok.com/@dreamwriter </a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon Author Page: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/John-York/author/B0771RCZJ2?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true">https://www.amazon.com/stores/John-York/author/B0771RCZJ2?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true
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</p><p><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-149297363463065852023-07-17T08:21:00.001-04:002023-07-17T08:21:05.302-04:00Q&A: Amy W. Vogel, Author of Come To Me: A Devotional for Healing From Hurt #Q&A #Interview #ComeToMe<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk7Xn0GX91hjPmkD-cKBKM6eqlLSodhY17d69Lq7NXLU2urrQ8tvN_LqRjjl2lCdmx4fLkXohQXJJKFPH6BeIcbwDU9IZObEIum2ZrLWhaZYeQzOarONOmGv-Zk6lNB1BytrcJnZfE3AKE76cgJSmqHPX85jq81_7C3rnR9BuDxd2HBpkePVRrTPcPXkP/s2099/Amy%20W.%20Vogel%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2099" data-original-width="1738" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk7Xn0GX91hjPmkD-cKBKM6eqlLSodhY17d69Lq7NXLU2urrQ8tvN_LqRjjl2lCdmx4fLkXohQXJJKFPH6BeIcbwDU9IZObEIum2ZrLWhaZYeQzOarONOmGv-Zk6lNB1BytrcJnZfE3AKE76cgJSmqHPX85jq81_7C3rnR9BuDxd2HBpkePVRrTPcPXkP/w416-h502/Amy%20W.%20Vogel%20lg.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name"><a href="https://theliterarynook.blogspot.com/2023/07/q-kristina-mand-lakhiani-author-of.html"></a>
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amy W. Vogel is an
accomplished author, speaker, podcaster, and ministry consultant. She
loves learning and sharing her knowledge through stories in her
inspirational projects and fiction novels. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amy creates, leads,
and speaks to large and small groups and churches to help people
understand their inherent worth and goodness by giving them a vision of
hope for everyone, everywhere. She is married to David, has three
daughters, and lives in Houston, TX. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="https://amywvogel.my.canva.site/">https://amywvogel.my.conva.site/</a><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Thanks for this interview, Amy. Would you say it’s been a rocky road for you in regard to getting your book written and published or pretty much smooth sailing? Can you tell us about your journey?</span></span></p>
<p>I learned a long time ago that writing is itself an act of creation. And for me, writing a book is a lot like pregnancy. Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it is the scariest thing you’ve ever done. <em> Come to Me: A Devotional for Healing from Hurt</em>, is the second book I’ve published but the first one I self-published. The writing part wasn’t hard, as I’ve learned to write when the creative spirit is with me. And this being the second of this type of book, I knew my process. However, learning the business of self-publishing has been a pretty big learning curve!</p>
<p>I’m also writing two fiction books now and that is definitely different!</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When not writing, what do you like to do for relaxation and/or fun?</span></span></p>
<p>I read like a champ. Speed reading is my super power. Last year, I read over 70 books in less than 6 months. I’m doing a lot more writing this year so I don’t have as much time to read. I’ve read thirty+ books this year so my super power is still on point!</p>
<p>I also love to work out. I do Pilates, cycle (outdoors, no Peloton yet), do yoga and dance! </p>
<p>I have three daughters, so my husband and I are pretty busy with their various activities when we aren’t working, and sometimes when we are. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What makes your book stand out from the rest?</span></span></p>
<p><em>Come to Me: A Devotional for Healing from Hurt</em> is different than any other devotional on the market because it focuses on only one passage for the entire book. Most use different ones, bouncing around. This is a deep dive into an invitation in Jesus’ own words, which is critical for me. I want the reader to experience the healing power of not only the passage, the practices but mostly learn to listen for what the voice of Jesus sounds like for them.</p>
<p>I didn’t write this book for exclusively Christians either. Anyone who wants to grow spiritually and find healing. I believe Jesus is a voice that can speak into anyone’s pain and exploring what that looked like through the reflections is intentional for people to take up their own space, rather than have to only read what someone else believes. </p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Can you give us the very first page of your book so that we can get a glimpse inside? </span></span></p>
<p>Day 1 – Come</p>
<p><em>Come to me….</em> (Matthew 11:28a, NIV)</p>
<p>What do you picture when you think about the word "Come"? </p>
<p>What do you see behind your eyes when you imagine Jesus saying these words?</p>
<p>Do you see His hand reaching out for you?</p>
<p>What does His face look like?</p>
<p>Once He stretches out His arm toward you, what does He do?</p>
<p>When I try to imagine what Jesus looks and sounds like, I place myself in the crowd listening to Him. When I catch a glimpse of His eyes, I see gentleness. I see kindness. I do not feel pushed or stretched or obligated. I feel welcomed and that warms me.</p>
<p>In the original Greek for the word "come", there is an urgency. It is meant to grab your attention, like God has your face between Their palms, looking you directly in the eyes. Jesus is calling us gently, and invitingly. Jesus’ intention in this passage is to intervene, whether that is circumstances but I find it is most often my emotional response to my circumstances. His aim seems to be to arrest the current process, the current system, and the current pattern and get us to look toward a new vision. It is the vision of God are at the center so that we and everything around us can be transformed.</p>
<p>{You know what I mean by intervention, right? Yeah, I mean THAT: when family and friends sit down with someone deep in the throes of addiction, to force the person’s hand to get help.}</p>
<p>Reading this word "Come," on its own is that serious an invitation. It is gentle but is STRONG, a bucket of ice water over the top of your head. We are meant to sputter and reel in shock. It is meant to stop us in our tracks, which some of us (ME) need because we are so used to just keep it moving.</p>
<p>What we are being invited into is a revolution of human thinking, behaving, and existing. It is meant to be a total and complete shock, even if we don't have a clue what we are really getting ourselves into. The Disciples had some experience with that. It's not necessarily safe, but it is good.</p>
<p>I love what C.S. Lewis writes about Aslan, the lion character who is meant to connect us to Jesus in his Chronicles of Narnia book. Several of the characters are discussing Aslan and the conversation goes like this,</p>
<p>Lucy asks, "Is He safe?"</p>
<p>“Safe?" said Mr. Beaver."Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."</p>
<p>Mr. Tumnus says, "He's wild, you know. Not a tame lion."</p>
<p>Jesus is no marshmallow kind of God. Yet the image of the all-powerful, conquering King doesn’t do Him justice either. </p>
<p>In my time of hurt, I’m finding I don’t need a white knight to ride in and save me. That’s the easy way out and sure it feels like it sometimes, but if I'm honest with myself and how I was created, I am not a damsel in distress. I am a competent person with complicated emotions I must learn to navigate. I need a soft, safe place to land that also pushes me to realize I need to do something about this hurt now. I don’t need to continue to let it fester. </p>
<p>I need the shock to the system that this hurt isn’t my whole story. I need intervention so I will be able to see there is a different path. Otherwise, pain is all I know, and I’ll get used to living with it, with the end result of a half-life God never intended for me to live.</p>
<p>Even if doing something about it means I put it into Jesus’ hands, with shaking, scared hands. I can look into His face and really focus on what I see there. It is a brave step to accept the invitation to stop, redirect and go a different way. Even just admitting I have hurt in the first place. It is only a place to start. </p>
<p>And I can trust this good, wild Savior to care for me as I heal.</p>
<p>Prayer: Dear God, help me to hear You say, “Come,” and give me the courage to respond. Help me to do the next brave thing, even if it is as simple as thinking of showing you, my hurt. I pray for the willingness to be healed, letting this intervention show me there is a possibility of something more beyond what I know. Amen.</p>
<p>Healing Step: Take five minutes to sit with the visual of Jesus’s invitation to come. Is it any different than you first imagined, now that you know there is more to that invitation? Spend this time letting your imagination take you somewhere as you picture the scene. Refer to Matthew 11, specifically starting at verse 25 for more context.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If your book was put in the holiday section of the store, what holiday would that be and why?</span></span></p>
<p>That’s hilarious, I have no idea. Maybe the Easter section? Some religious bookstores have a section for Lent and my book would certainly work there. But in a general bookstore for a holiday, only Easter comes to mind!</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Would you consider turning your book into a series or has that already been done?</span></span></p>
<p>It is in a pseudo series already. It is a continuation of my faith journey from where I was with my first book and the next devotional, I plan to write will continue that path.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When you were young, did you ever see writing as a career or full-time profession?</span></span></p>
<p>No!!!! I have always loved to read but I wanted to be a marine biologist or a doctor.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What’s next for you?</span></span></p>
<p>I am preparing to release a fiction novel in early 2024 and am working on a series of books that retell the stories of certain women in the Bible, who are usually looked at as villains or unsavory characters. I want to explore not only why they were viewed that way but to see them in context and as the heroes of their own lives.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">It is an invitation by
Jesus to those who are hurting, with a promise to bring hope,
soul-level rest, and a new vision of wholeness to those experiencing the
wounds of life. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Jesus meets us right
where we are, and through this collection of personal reflections,
time-tested spiritual practices, and new ways to imagine God working,
you can find the healing from the hurt you long for. </span></p>
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a leading publisher in the personal growth industry, Kristina dedicated
the last 20 years of her career from teachers like Michael Beckwith,
Bob Proctor, Lisa Nichols, and many more. </span></span></span><p></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">She started her career
in a government office in her native Estonia and, by her mid-20s,
achieved a level of success mostly known to male politicians at the end
of their careers. It was shortly after that Kristina and her
then-husband Vishen founded Mindvalley. From a small meditation business
operating out of the couple’s apartment in New York, the company grew
into a global educational organization offering top training for peak
human performance to hundreds of thousands of students all around the
world. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Kristina believes life
it too important to be taken seriously and makes sure to bring fun into
every one of her roles: as a teacher, mother, entrepreneur,
philanthropist, and world traveler. Kristina helps her students to
virtually hack happiness by taking them through her unique framework –
“Hacking happiness” – a unique framework of balancing your life, taking
in every moment, and paying close attention the small daily choices. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Kristina is also the author of three transformational quests – “<a href="https://kristinamand.com/7-days-to-happiness/">7 Days to Happiness</a>“, “<a href="https://kristinamand.com/#programs">Live By Your Own Rules</a>.”
and “The Art of Being Flawesome.” Kristina talks about personal
transformation, authenticity, understanding and accepting oneself, and a
path to happiness. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In July 2023, with the help of Hay House Publishing, Kristina releases her very first book – “<a href="http://mindvalley.com/book/flawesome">Becoming Flawesome</a>”
#BecomingFlawsome. In her book, Kristina shares her own journey from
being on top of a personal growth empire like Mindvalley to stepping
aside, conscious uncoupling from her husband, and walking her path
towards being more honest with herself. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Website: <a href="https://kristinamand.com">https://kristinamand.com</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kristinamand">https://www.facebook.com/kristinamand</a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">LinkedIn: <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/kristina-mand-lakhiani-73168414">http://www.linkedin.com/in/kristina-mand-lakhiani-73168414</a><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where did you get the idea to write <i>Becoming Flawesome</i>?</span></span></p>
<p>The idea to write "Becoming Flawesome" was inspired by my own story
and my 20 years of experience in personal growth and transformation.
With many of my professional friends being bestselling authors, I felt
it was only a matter of time before I wrote a book myself. However, the
biggest question was what to write about. While the book draws from my
personal experience, it is not a memoir. I only felt ready to write the
book when I discovered my message and felt strongly about sharing it
with the world.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">How much research was necessary before and during the writing of your book?</span></span></p>
<p>A significant amount of research went into "Becoming Flawesome,"
considering my 20 years of work and personal growth. The research was
not of a classical academic style, such as conducting surveys, but
rather involved learning from other authors, reading books, and
referencing existing academic research. Throughout the book, I cite a
lot of research, which can be found in the endnotes. I strive to back up
my statements and recommendations with research, ensuring that it is
replicable and supported by multiple academic institutions.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In your book, you write about how your greatest potential comes from self-acceptance. Can you give us more detail on this?</span></span></p>
<p>Actually, I don't make the statement that the greatest potential
comes from self-acceptance, so I'm a bit puzzled by that question. It's a
simplified statement that doesn't accurately represent my views. What I
do emphasize is that people are imperfect, and many of the qualities we
consider flaws or weaknesses are simply aspects of our personality or
personal history. It's a choice we can make to see these aspects as
either curses or blessings. Rather than fighting against the things that
are objectively part of us, I suggest embracing them and finding the
value and strength within them. For example, perfectionism can be seen
as an objective aspect of one's character, and instead of trying to give
it up, we can find ways to make it a strength by recognizing its
positive aspects.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">How important is self-image?</span></span></p>
<p>It's not a short answer. It's a whole sequence that you have to
follow to understand why self-image is so important. Well, a very simple
answer would be that research shows that your success depends on equal
parts competence and confidence. Confidence is usually a sign of a
strong self-image.</p>
<p>The line I take is a little different. We are often afraid of the
opinions of the outside world, but in reality, the outside world doesn't
have a lot of opinions about us until we start interacting. And very
often, we teach other people to treat us in a certain way. So, if your
self-image is low, it's quite natural that people will also see you in
that light.</p>
<p>In my book, there's a whole chapter or even two chapters where I talk
about that. I'm not sure how deep people want me to go or how deep the
blog wants me to go. But the idea is that your self-image is the source
of how the world perceives you. You teach the world to treat you the way
you treat yourself, even if it happens subconsciously. For example, if
you think you are unworthy, it's very likely that's the feedback you
will receive from the outside world. In my book, I mention wearing short
pants and if I think it's inappropriate, I carry that opinion into the
world, and that's how people are going to see me, rather than seeing me
neutrally without any preconceived opinion. So, that's the logic in my
book regarding why self-image is so important, even though I don't
explicitly state it in those terms.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In your book, you write about letting go of the shackles of perfectionism. Why do you feel this is important?</span></span></p>
<p>To clarify, I don't specifically state that we need to let go of the
shackles of perfectionism. While I acknowledge that I have been a
perfectionist throughout my life, I also recognize that perfectionism
can hinder personal growth. It often leads to a low tolerance for
failure or imperfection, causing us to narrowly define success and view
anything less as a failure. This can make life challenging and restrict
our sense of accomplishment. So rather than completely letting go of
perfectionism, I encourage exploring healthier ways to approach it and
broaden our definition of success.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What's on your nightstand?</span></span></p>
<p>Currently, on my nightstand, I have Charles Dickens' "David
Copperfield," which is my second Charles Dickens book this year. I'm
catching up on his works, although I have some issues with his treatment
of female characters. That's just my opinion. Maybe I'll read more of
his books. After Dickens, I plan to read a contemporary author. But
usually, it's fiction that I keep on my nightstand.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a2656d58-7fff-22ae-2837-58a1497702e6" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnTJxPVt72mtdwyDmHO2tBy9QbeTDbzwtr7nMfKZRuVmRqQF1MYiidacqCFL6Hn-q6y6UW89krMPYeE8k4pMjhuz6SJSAu0mkLNQPH8uBm2HTwYazPqIxDLGYMOJClhJFHMELaLI7SPzzLgX9Cu8hNDCzqf32kkDzdofGj9nAU9DUhRvVCtmJB69oL74C/s640/Becoming%20Flawesome%208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnTJxPVt72mtdwyDmHO2tBy9QbeTDbzwtr7nMfKZRuVmRqQF1MYiidacqCFL6Hn-q6y6UW89krMPYeE8k4pMjhuz6SJSAu0mkLNQPH8uBm2HTwYazPqIxDLGYMOJClhJFHMELaLI7SPzzLgX9Cu8hNDCzqf32kkDzdofGj9nAU9DUhRvVCtmJB69oL74C/w640-h480/Becoming%20Flawesome%208.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Becoming Flawesome</span><br />Kristina Mand-Lakhiani</span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hay House Publishing </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">280 pp.<br />Nonfiction<br /></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Perfection. We all dream of living by it, feeling it, <em>being</em> it. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">And it is in the name
of perfection that we demonize our flaws, make ourselves ‘less-than,’
and render ourselves vulnerable to the shame of not being good enough. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">We live in a society
that subliminally encourages us to wear metaphorical masks, slay our
inner sadness, and ignore our imperfections, or as Kristina refers to
them, her ‘dragons.’ <strong>Even within the world of personal development and spirituality, toxic perfectionism lurks in the shadows.</strong> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In Kristina’s upcoming book <em>Becoming Flawesome #BecomingFlawesome</em>, she reflects on her own story, her <strong>battle against perfectionism</strong>, and what it took for her to return to what she now deems to be her most authentic self. Being described as “<strong>10 years worth of therapy in one book</strong>,” <em>Becoming Flawesome</em> is a celebration of our whole selves, warts and all, and the glory that is to be found in living in our truth. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Every chapter is
closed with reflection points and exercises to encourage the readers to
dive deep into the essence of who they truly are, what their values are,
and how to navigate an oftentimes overwhelming world. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">In this book, Kristina breaks the mold as she takes the reader on a journey through: </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• The dark, controversial side of ‘personal growth,’ and the insecurities that thrive on it </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• Self-care vs. self-love, and why you need both </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• What authenticity actually is, beyond the buzz </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• The ‘hermione Syndrome,’ and how to diagnose if you’re secretly suffering from it </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">• How to create aligned lifestyle habits that stick </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Why the more you judge others, the more you judge yourself </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Societal masks, and how to remove them from your psyche </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Imposter syndrome in the world of high-flyers </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> • Emotional literacy: how to cope with strong, painful emotions healthily </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/mwtzj3jx">https://tinyurl.com/mwtzj3jx</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Mind Valley Books: <a href="https://www.mindvalley.com/books/flawesome">https://www.mindvalley.com/books/flawesome</a></span></p><p></p><p></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></p></i></b></div>
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</p><br /><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-87656607130913371982023-07-05T00:00:00.004-04:002023-07-05T00:00:00.199-04:00Happy Book Birthday SMOOTH by Celia Bonaduce & Win $25! @CeliaBonaduce #Smooth #bookbirthday #win #giveaway<div><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfN71qDZAE69pRq3gGEdhHED2ZiLep1XErA7J2zPa5FGn6XRm1v-k1GAusYA4k7KbFHdtkaM5YKeXEi91NQakCgOgOrKl49IM0aDId382e9FpFNJdTSxuJGAETWKMd-OutnFCpUp_Gdtr_4G89ymsPr_wnQeCizuBQU1IIPPfBqfrpahRjetNMFEIeg/s640/Smooth%20Happy%20Birthday%20Bash%20Invitation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfN71qDZAE69pRq3gGEdhHED2ZiLep1XErA7J2zPa5FGn6XRm1v-k1GAusYA4k7KbFHdtkaM5YKeXEi91NQakCgOgOrKl49IM0aDId382e9FpFNJdTSxuJGAETWKMd-OutnFCpUp_Gdtr_4G89ymsPr_wnQeCizuBQU1IIPPfBqfrpahRjetNMFEIeg/w574-h430/Smooth%20Happy%20Birthday%20Bash%20Invitation.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span>We're
thrilled to announce the release of Celia Bonaduce's new book, SMOOTH: LIFE HACKS TO GET YOU SMOOTHLY THROUGH CHEMO today!
To help celebrate, we are asking our readers if you can please pretty
please pick up a copy at<a href="https://tinyurl.com/ywf2mjc3" style="color: #15a3a3; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"> Amazon</a> and come back and tell us how you liked it? Or, leave a review while you're there!</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/s716/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="716" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/w553-h254/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" width="553" /></a></div><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Congratulations, Celia, on your new release, Smooth: Life Hacks to Get You Smoothly Through Chemo!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QdtWwgrtQKYHPmNJRgEsoYKOWHJvzivuh_Vsaf8UyjRdvamihaRGj9c5EaIxjzZvlI92NWk35yH-ShKn6tyFcUyhskzFGaM1yPS_UyzJprfN8qxOgX8I0n39HCCM6YMrAaGyn4E1NNI/s1600/balloons+2.png" style="color: #15a3a3; 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font-size: 14pt;">Title: Smooth: Life Hacks To Get You Smoothly Through Chemo</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Celia Bonaduce</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: BookBaby</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 100</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> Genre: Nonfiction<br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">When cancer got in the
way of Celia traveling for her day job as a field producer on the hit
HGTV show, House Hunters, she did not let it stop her creativity. While
the road to her first nonfiction book was anything but SMOOTH, it was a
path that Celia felt compelled to explore. This collection of life hacks
comes from Celia’s own experiences living through chemo. </span></p>
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon:<a href="https://amzn.to/3pmQoFa"> https://amzn.to/3pmQoFa</a></span><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX5fwfa8X_ZOWqrVsfm3BPuRVnATj-K-76_UwNBVqPJHxnkFZizxnZT8wLQpWWLoX7oiagxM10QQF_QPnI4DyBhjeePJwUYFAgcpt8atx0SQWlWYaEeH81F-NvTrynPIR4MxY0y_oMDxX5yACNiEntWUDY4aRWBOxiedksWftEC7_IBnpGBNAXDk67g/s782/Smooth%20happy%20book%20birthday%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="618" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX5fwfa8X_ZOWqrVsfm3BPuRVnATj-K-76_UwNBVqPJHxnkFZizxnZT8wLQpWWLoX7oiagxM10QQF_QPnI4DyBhjeePJwUYFAgcpt8atx0SQWlWYaEeH81F-NvTrynPIR4MxY0y_oMDxX5yACNiEntWUDY4aRWBOxiedksWftEC7_IBnpGBNAXDk67g/w506-h640/Smooth%20happy%20book%20birthday%202.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLYcij7jSwh7BUEJmoGteBpo2Rc2h8fg7leGoLwPZC6OXQV7z15QM44Zgwfl_A-fBy9MU8700CXTXrXOQJiLyUl6nqlYYuDrGSQVO5d59YJH8sPYxJai9iuyLf6h7omlcMfUALATA1TVXCfTFlg06XL9cBa7FlWl6Dh5RmS5HaJcPxnaOobSjYw5eLQ/s266/excerpt%20books.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="266" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLYcij7jSwh7BUEJmoGteBpo2Rc2h8fg7leGoLwPZC6OXQV7z15QM44Zgwfl_A-fBy9MU8700CXTXrXOQJiLyUl6nqlYYuDrGSQVO5d59YJH8sPYxJai9iuyLf6h7omlcMfUALATA1TVXCfTFlg06XL9cBa7FlWl6Dh5RmS5HaJcPxnaOobSjYw5eLQ/s1600/excerpt%20books.png" width="266" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span><p></p>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">One test had led to the next and then the next. I’d had two mammograms, an ultrasound, and a biopsy. So when the call came, I was ready.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Hi, Celia…” my doctor said, her voice trailing off. “It’s cancer.”</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Yeah,” I said, picturing my life as a novelist and a TV producer grinding to an immediate halt. “My village would have to be missing its idiot for me to not have suspected this.”</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So then I did the breast cancer thing—lumpectomy, chemotherapy, and radiation. I learned a lot about breast cancer (for example, that mine was Stage 1-B triple-negative breast cancer). But here’s a secret: while there are lots of books out there about women’s personal stories during their breast cancer journeys, when you’re going through it, you don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone else’s story. You just want to know how to get through it yourself.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">This isn’t a personal retrospective, nor is it a medical journal. But I do have some recommendations I’d like to pass along—just some ideas that might make your life easier during this most stressful of times. All the products mentioned are my personal favorites from my own chemo adventure. No company has endorsed, sponsored, or bribed me. The photographs of the products are beautiful and professional looking because my beautiful and professional friend Justine shot them.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As you start your journey, you will wonder where you will get the mental as well as physical strength to voluntarily show up for chemo month after month. But you will find that strength or that strength will find you. I hope these tips will make your trip easier.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Because it’s all about you.</span></span></i></h2>
<h2 class="wp-block-heading"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As it should be.</span></span></i></h2>
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award-winning novelist, podcast writer, and television producer. Celia
spent fifteen years as a producer-director in lifestyle programming on
shows that include ABC’s Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and HGTV’s House
Hunters and Tiny House Hunters. As a novelist with Kensington
Publishing, Celia has written three trilogies: the Venice Beach
Romances, the Fat Chance, Texas series, and the Tiny House Novels. The
Tiny House Novel series won top honors with a Grand Finalist nod from
the New Apple Official Selection, first place in the Book Excellence
Awards and Gold from both the National Federation of Press Women and the
Elite Choice Awards. Celia is also a co-author of <i>A Texas Kind of Christmas</i>, an Amazon #1 Best Seller in Historical Romance that took Gold from the National Federation of Press Women. </span><p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Website: <a href="https://www.celiabonaduce.com">https://www.celiabonaduce.com </a></span></span></p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-33892757476432022612023-07-05T00:00:00.002-04:002023-07-05T00:00:00.198-04:00Q&A: Melissa M. Monroe, Author of Mom's Search for Meaning: Grief and Growth After Child Loss #Q&A #Interview <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnuhnsrTcuhD4Z01TUhFZcGt5NNqXCuHV9mMZ4PMIFgXAmSKtVhgu8xde5-jvdDq1wzRIXz-dwnh34RuBQEUZuOG4tyThCbr86D3W23E9JB_TJAYoyjVPbSYlqbEx6hz0m2w668D7Yk7A0sx_6JbHWDV9oD4fQpMjsMGvm3lLCa9W2fZ4C52QlpYVZQ/s1122/Karen%20Charles%20lg.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="778" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnuhnsrTcuhD4Z01TUhFZcGt5NNqXCuHV9mMZ4PMIFgXAmSKtVhgu8xde5-jvdDq1wzRIXz-dwnh34RuBQEUZuOG4tyThCbr86D3W23E9JB_TJAYoyjVPbSYlqbEx6hz0m2w668D7Yk7A0sx_6JbHWDV9oD4fQpMjsMGvm3lLCa9W2fZ4C52QlpYVZQ/s320/Karen%20Charles%20lg.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><br />Karen Charles is a children’s book author
and educator. She lives with her husband on a beautiful bay in
Washington State. Her latest book is the thriller, Fateful Connections.<p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Website: <a href="https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2">https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Twitter: <span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"><a href="https://twitter.com/karenra24229683">https://twitter.com/karenra24229683</a></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="background-color: white; color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p><blockquote style="border: medium none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/s183/interview+delete.png" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="183" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/w251-h91/interview+delete.png" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="251" /></a></b></div></blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-e5465832-7fff-022e-aaa6-57529c09c6ac"></span><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thanks for this interview, Karen.Would you say it’s been a
rocky road for you in regards to getting your book written and published
or pretty much smooth sailing? Can you tell us about your journey?</b></span></p>
<p>Thank you for having me. That's an interesting question. At first, I
didn't realize I was writing a book. I was simply writing a blog because
I could barely talk, and my friends and family wanted to know how I was
doing. A few years later, I began to develop the blog into a book. I
enjoyed the process of creating the book and even editing. Once I
finished the manuscript, I queried for about six months -- mere seconds
in publishing time! That process I did not enjoy. The rejections didn't
bother me so much as the immense amount of time required simply to
research agents open to submissions in your genre, personalize queries
and proposals etc.. It also became clear that the industry was not
buying many memoirs from non-famous people. By this time, I felt twelve
months pregnant with the material. I needed it to get out of me by any
means necessary and go become whatever it is meant to become in the
world. So, I self-published. I think many authors feel like they cannot
feel good about their work without validation from traditional
publishing, which is understandable. And I would have absolutely
accepted a good offer! But that book baby was taking up my entire body, I
needed it out ASAP, and I did not feel as if I needed anyone industry
validation for this particular book. This book is my heart, soul, blood,
and tears. It matters because my daughter Alice matters, because grief
is valid, and because child loss happens even if it is the last thing we
want to contemplate. If I ever write a non-memoir book, I will try the
traditional route again, but my love was poured into every page of this
book and it was time to spread the love...even if only one other person
ever reads it.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>When not writing, what do you like to do for relaxation and/or fun?</b></span></p>
<p>The mountains are my church and trees are my gurus, so I immerse myself
in nature as much as possible. I love hiking, dancing, swimming, yoga,
reading, writing, watching comedians, and hanging out with my
fourteen-year-old daughter.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What makes your book stand out from the rest?</b></span></p>
<p>These types of questions are tough for a Midwestern girl! I would say
the grief book I wanted to read when Alice died didn't exist. So, I
wrote one. Well, possibly two. When Alice died, I was thrust into an
enormous existential crisis. Yes, there was grief. Grief is not fun, but
grief also doesn't bother me too much. Grief comes up, I let it do its
work on me, and then it blows away. I felt 100% entitled to my grief,
and I was old enough to not care if anyone else didn't like it. My
beautiful child died for no reason; I am going to cry sometimes. The
end. For me, the grief part was not the trickiest part. For me, the
trauma of finding her, the abrupt change in identity and public
perception, and the endless questioning of natural law, the meaning of
life, etc., etc. were far more debilitating than the grief.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Can you give us the very first page of your book so that we can get a glimpse inside? </b> </span></p><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Chapter 1: Tuesday, August 6, 2013: The Alleged Day Off</h1>
<p>Tuesdays are my alleged day off. I say “alleged” because, like most
self-employed parents, I am rarely “off.” Tuesdays are meant to be my
catch-up day. Some Tuesdays I took my two daughters on an adventure for a
“special day.” Sometimes, I spent them with a sick kid, caretaking and
trying to keep myself well. Tuesday, August 6, 2013, was clearly going
to be the latter. My youngest, Alice, woke up early with a 99º
temperature and a raspy voice. An early riser in a house full of night
owls, Alice had recently become more assertive about waking the rest of
us. She had celebrated her second birthday just eleven days prior and I
was preparing to get her a “big girl” bed to celebrate, but this
morning, she had to rely on croakily calling from her crib.</p>
<p>I always wondered if my daughters’ sleep schedules were due to their
birth times. My eldest daughter, Grace, made an evening entrance three
days after her due date. It didn’t go as hoped, but I had a healthy baby
girl so I didn’t give it a second thought. A “late” baby born via
emergency C-section was my second lesson in how “kids don’t care about
your plans and timelines.” Scary bits forgotten the love I felt for her
was intoxicating. Grace was teeny-tiny and would not sleep unless she
was attached to my body, and even then, it was iffy. I was a newlywed
running my new acupuncture clinic while still teaching Pilates clients,
and working on a doctoral dissertation … with a colicky baby in tow.
What I’m trying to say is: I was tired, and this old broad wasn’t
expecting to find herself expecting within six weeks of discontinuing
birth control measures. Grace’s conception was the happiest surprise of
my life as well as my first lesson in “kids don’t give a flip about your
plans and timelines.”</p>
<p>Two-and-a-half years later, Alice arrived seven hours and thirty-five
minutes into her due date after being conceived on spontaneous attempt
No. 1, thus proving that occasionally kids do adhere to the expected
timeline. Now I had two happiest days of my life. When the lactation
nurse handed Alice to me for the first feeding, I thought, “Huh. This
one looks <i>nothing</i> like the other one,” because Alice had chubby
cheeks, unlike Grace. Alice then commando-crawled over to my left
breast, latched on, and went to town. I did nothing. I did not know
newborns could commando-crawl or initiate the first feeding. Then Alice
slept in her bassinet next to my bed; I did not have to touch her for
her to sleep. She didn’t look like Grace; she didn’t act like Grace. I
knew in one second that Alice would be different than her sister. I was
excited to learn what those differences might be. <br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>When you were young, did you ever see writing as a career or full-time profession?</b></span></p>
<p>Now that I think of it, I do believe I knew I would write in some capacity even if it was more academic or simply for pleasure.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What’s next for you?</b></span></p>
<p>I am pitching some essays and about to launch a Substack with some
courses. Once I get through that, I will probably start a second book. I
also have an idea for a picture book I'd like to write. It won't be
about grief, but it will be about another topic that is nearly universal
that no one wants to discuss. I am here for all of the unmentionable
topics, ha!</p>
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grief, and PTSD after her 2-year-old daughter Alice died in her sleep of
unknown causes, acupuncturist Melissa Monroe determined not to become a
victim in the story of her life. While taking the advice she had given
to many grief and trauma patients throughout the years, hoping she could
create a meaningful life without closure, she took notes throughout her
healing process. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Struggling to advance
her timeline beyond that of her daughter’s – and still eager to be the
keeper of Alice’s stories – Melissa began to write about Alice’s life
and the impact of her death. She became her own lab rat, trying various
approaches to healing with the hope that her experience might be helpful
to others stuck in a trauma time loop. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">As much a study of trauma’s effect on time perception as it is an intimate view into the heart and mind of a bereaved mother, <i>Mom’s Search for Meaning</i> shows us that meaning resides in the search itself…with a spoonful of gallows humor to help the medicine go down.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Praise:</span></p>
<p>“Melissa doesn’t just say the way out is through, she very much takes
us through what that looks like. And in being so specific, I think it’s
universally relatable. The final chapter is “To be, or not to be”-level
work. This is mom-loss Shakespeare.” Teresa Strasser, author of <i>Exploiting My Baby</i>, the upcoming <i>Making It Home</i>, and co-host of the syndicated TV show <i>The Lis</i>t</p>
<p>“Melissa’s book provides powerful testimony to the strength of the
human spirit and our vulnerable, complicated, and yet inspirational
ability to heal.” Kim Cookson, Psy.D., founder of the Trauma and
Resiliency Training and Services Program at the Southern California
Counseling Center</p>
<p>“It is the story of how one person found her way – with grief and
with pain, but also with humor and grace – back to a life that would be
forever different, but which couldn’t be, and wouldn’t be, anything less
than purposeful and honest.” Dan Koeppel, author of <i>To See Every Bird on Earth</i>, <i>Banana: The Fate of the Fruit That Changed the World</i>, and <i>Every Minute is a Day</i></p>
<p>“The explorations of compassion are deep, Melissa’s march toward love
is inspiring, and the writing is beautiful. It is a book about child
loss that – at times – made me laugh out loud. I will never stop
thinking about this book. And I am so glad.” Liz Friedlander, film and
television director</p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Amazon: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/yrmuumc6">https://tinyurl.com/yrmuumc6</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/mryd9z7s">https://tinyurl.com/mryd9z7s</a><br />
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<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/123189454">https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/123189454</a><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">Billy Dees Podcast: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMzd6XXm-kU">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMzd6XXm-kU</a></span><p></p><p></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></p></i></b></div><p><br /></p><p> </p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-25907079640155815392023-06-26T09:37:00.004-04:002023-06-26T09:37:41.775-04:00Character Q&A: Dr. Emrys Somerled of Jo Denning's Hush Hush City #characterinterview<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><b style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s1600/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="490" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2eG5FwuX3e2MjQ_7XNOrkVOV3sFn3440Pvm9TGSVwX7e2JtthqmSDVcyVVepp4wePrgcNQzzZ8Fn0oITUXfpVkuGV63uVYtFrh2KWte9yQ1RDQSDjKvTADurPa5s8nMT7pT0A5D1ERpc/s640/Character+Interviews+2.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=s1229" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="1229" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoskzpzzksjSDfWYZ6RGL4hCnUWyldmA80iCyMurny2Jwq4bDIyIiJr0bUxFyGyhJQHia7vFeBaD3AUkY00aW1GODLqqWZmNfOX8ncdu8F0ZneSzXRBxBYm7RY6Kb-71UDGoUxVmvo7biB-n-n2UpM9Q8iC8IUSZUe7UnN2dyCXJ0nCXSmSTsNF7Ifug=w583-h69" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="583" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: 400; text-align: start;" /></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #ccffcc; border: 1px solid green; padding: 10px;"><div style="background-color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Today's guest is<b> Dr. Emrys Somerled</b></span></b> </span></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">from inside the pages of HUSH HUSH CITY by Jo Denning. It is a pleasure to have him with us at The Literary Nook!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s1600/read.jpg" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdH7narN_qYsnOmVf_M81mBwy8bbKnFVhGZ9sXRfXVszhjOD2w7nV9HFSs3KnD1an5PebUibWvcYnOcBefutJojlIZ0Xb7gkjv6IzFKbsoANDGbKZcHkQoB2TE2vJJ8PSpOh6bKZVEdtU/s320/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="308" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Antic Slab;"></span></span><br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="color: #274e13;">What is your name? </span></span></span></b> </p><p>Dr. Emrys Somerled</p>
<p><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;">What do you look like? </span></span></span></b></p><p>I am loath to come across as vain, particularly on such a public platform. However, I am told that this visage is pleasing—golden skin, aristocratic features, hazel eyes, ash blond hair. Similar to my father’s face. Though he wore his hair long and braided, whereas mine is short and slicked back.</p><p>
<b><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where are you today and what are you doing?</span></span></b> </p><p>I saw two psychotherapy clients this morning in my home office. You have caught me on my way to the precinct to consult on an unusual crime scene. Perhaps I will speak to Saoirse while I am there and finalize our plans for supper.</p><p></p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;">Describe the outside of your home. </span></span></b></span></p><p>I live in an historic brownstone located in Beacon Hill, an affluent Boston neighborhood. The city ensures the vintage gas street lamps and brick roads are well-maintained throughout the area. As for the house itself, it was built around 1830. It has a stately brick facade, large windows, and the front door is a striking red. You are welcome to visit any time. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Though Saoirse may be occupying my spare bedroom.</p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b>What is your favorite piece of clothing? </b></span></span></span></p><p>My clients expect a certain level of sophistication in my wardrobe, as do the courts on occasions when I am deposed. With this in mind, my closet consists of bespoke wool suits, button-down shirts in an array of colors,
and several silk ties. It is difficult to settle on a favorite… After further consideration, the Donegal tweed jacket in navy herringbone.</p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b>What scares you? </b></span></span></span></p><p>Nothing that I would admit to you freely. Has no one told you that everything, in this world and the next, has a cost?</p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b>How would your parents describe you? </b></span></span></span> </p><p>Were he still among the living, I doubt my father would even acknowledge my existence. A traitor, perhaps. A disappointment, certainly. And my mother? I never knew what she was thinking and, now, I never will.</p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b>What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night?</b></span></span></span></p><p>Scheming, plotting, imagining a future where the mortals are no more than fodder for my blade… I jest, of course. I always tend to my dental hygiene before bed. Have you flossed today?</p>
<p><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Dancing Script;"><b>Who is your best friend? </b></span></span></span></p><p>I have no friends. As for my favorite place, I have fond memories of a scrap of land in Wellfleet where the forest meets the fog. I hope to bring Saoirse with me on my next visit.</p>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> Author: Jo Denning</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> Publisher: Leabhar & Fola Publishing House</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"> Pages: 330</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy Romance</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">
</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cruel Prince meets Law & Order in Hush Hush City, the thrilling sequel to Dead Blood City and second installment in the Saoirse Reilly series! Saoirse Reilly, police detective and wayward psychic, is still reeling from the events of Dead Blood City. Her lies are piling up but there’s no time to deal. She and her loved ones are in danger once again. While investigating the murder of a Boston blueblood, Reilly is drawn into a supernatural power struggle centuries in the making. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ancient monsters are prowling the streets and Domenico Alderisi, newly installed vrykolakas master, needs Reilly’s help securing his territory – which just so happens to be her hometown. Alderisi, once her enemy, may be the only one who can save the city. But he has his own agenda and a taste for Reilly’s blood. The only way for Reilly to protect all she holds dear may be to rely on her two-faced teacher, Dr. Emrys Somerled. The criminal psychologist and occult expert is something more than human. If anyone can take on monsters, it’s him. And he’d like to get closer to Reilly than ever before. There’s just one problem. Somerled is keeping secrets, too, and there’s nothing more dangerous. After all…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stepping out of the silence is scary but secrets can kill.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Will Reilly escape the web of death and deception?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Find out in this urban fantasy meets gritty noir detective novel featuring imperfect heroes and slow burn dark romance with beautiful monsters who can’t be trusted.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/41Z1UUq">https://amzn.to/41Z1UUq</a></span></p>
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Reilly series. She has spent her career as a behavioral health therapist
supporting kids and teens who struggle with addiction. Jo began writing
supernatural crime thrillers as a way of processing the traumatic
things she has seen and heard. Her characters may be supernatural but
their stories, their fear, and their pain are real. So, too, are the
triumphs over impossible odds.<br /><p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">When she’s not writing, Jo enjoys baking,
drawing, and watching trashy reality TV. She makes her home somewhere in
the contiguous United States with her husband, one fluffy cat, and one
barely domesticated cat.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s Connect!</span><br /></p>
<p><a href="https://www.jodenning.com/">Website </a>| <a href="https://twitter.com/jo_denning">Twitter </a>| <a href="https://www.facebook.com/people/Author-Jo-Denning/100075794838908/">Facebook </a>| <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21978316.Jo_Denning">Goodreads</a></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"></i></b></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></i></b></p><p>
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<p> </p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-21754640660246364512023-06-19T00:00:00.001-04:002023-06-19T00:00:00.201-04:00Q&A: Karen Charles, Author of Fateful Connections #Q&A #Interview <p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnuhnsrTcuhD4Z01TUhFZcGt5NNqXCuHV9mMZ4PMIFgXAmSKtVhgu8xde5-jvdDq1wzRIXz-dwnh34RuBQEUZuOG4tyThCbr86D3W23E9JB_TJAYoyjVPbSYlqbEx6hz0m2w668D7Yk7A0sx_6JbHWDV9oD4fQpMjsMGvm3lLCa9W2fZ4C52QlpYVZQ/s1122/Karen%20Charles%20lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="778" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnuhnsrTcuhD4Z01TUhFZcGt5NNqXCuHV9mMZ4PMIFgXAmSKtVhgu8xde5-jvdDq1wzRIXz-dwnh34RuBQEUZuOG4tyThCbr86D3W23E9JB_TJAYoyjVPbSYlqbEx6hz0m2w668D7Yk7A0sx_6JbHWDV9oD4fQpMjsMGvm3lLCa9W2fZ4C52QlpYVZQ/s320/Karen%20Charles%20lg.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><br />Karen Charles is a children’s book author
and educator. She lives with her husband on a beautiful bay in
Washington State. Her latest book is the thriller, Fateful Connections.<p></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Website: <a href="https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2">https://karenrabe18.wixsite.com/my-site-2</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Twitter: <span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"><a href="https://twitter.com/karenra24229683">https://twitter.com/karenra24229683</a></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Cherry Swash'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"></span></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/s1600/read.jpg" style="background-color: white; color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1544" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwLhaM-dVKZ-awPPpuFJc1m6e8eazQigQdv_9xKp9MktkbMelG6doTjUgVTNW4Q_lY5vtXMUdyqVMB4TW6A02ALyHG2zEWIRl8FfXpP2h1AHJcZRfU8lRODalM91uTdUXgsBgdR70xc9Q/w384-h400/read.jpg" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="384" /></a></p><blockquote style="border: medium none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/s183/interview+delete.png" style="color: #277500; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="183" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpPdvPtq5jWYdPxnZDX_EkNH-YeLsjVNtLT-QMh2unZgbQTfiwzmdPZpuIGL50vExw7emCd_NO3egq9WZ1zdmio_vXUkqZ4sRUDqCucbViLSP5UKiKCc6jOD1vcgBVjNK4FjxAsavw4mp/w251-h91/interview+delete.png" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="251" /></a></b></div></blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-e5465832-7fff-022e-aaa6-57529c09c6ac"></span><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thanks for this interview, Karen.Would you say it’s been a
rocky road for you in regards to getting your book written and published
or pretty much smooth sailing? Can you tell us about your journey?</b></span></p>
<p>Once I began writing, the story came together pretty smoothly. At a
Christmas brunch a friend of mine, Sandy, told a story of what happened
to her brother when he was attending a CEO conference on 9/11. I was so
intrigued by the bazaar events that I developed it into a thriller. It
took a year and a half of thinking about it before I started putting
anything down on paper. <br /></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>When not writing, what do you like to do for relaxation and/or fun?</b></span></p>
<p>I own and manage an Airbnb on a bay in Washington State. The down time,
when I have guests, gives me the time to write. I love to be outdoors,
garden, hike, watch the sunrise, and travel.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What makes your book stand out from the rest?</b></span></p>
<p> I grew up in West Africa and have traveled to nineteen foreign
countries. I believe this gives my writing a depth and authenticity,
drawing from my experiences living in other cultures. Being a global
citizen gives me a world view, respecting, understanding, and
celebrating the differences in people, realizing we are all humans.<br /></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Can you give us the very first page of your book so that we can get a glimpse inside? </b> </span></p><br /><p> PART ONE</p>
<p>DANGEROUS INTERSECTIONS</p>
<p>Chapter One</p>
<p>Everyone was stunned. The conference room was hushed except for a
gasp here and there. The gigantic screen above the stage had lit up with
the news that the North Tower of the New York Trade Center had been
impaled by a massive jet liner. Fire was pouring from the
eightieth-story windows. Was this a terrible accident? Eyes were glued
to the report as first responders rushed to the horrific scene.</p>
<p>A round-table group of four looked at each other in disbelief. They
watched, mesmerized by the enormity of the implications. Only eighteen
minutes had gone by when a second Boeing 767 appeared, turning sharply
toward the World Trade Center, and slicing into the seventy-fifth
through the eighty-fifth floors of the South Tower. The massive
explosion rained down burning debris. Not accidents! America was under
attack.</p>
<p>Planned closing conference speeches were immediately canceled. They
were dismissed. Henry, the group’s leader, suggested they all meet in
the hotel bar. In quick agreement, they found a table where they could
continue to watch the news. No one wanted to hang out in his room alone.
They somberly ordered drinks as they listened to President Bush call
the events a terrorist attack on our country. Six minutes later, Flight
77 crashed into the western façade of the Pentagon. At 9:37 in the
morning, the building would be full of military and civilian personnel.</p>
<p>The traumatized, conference group sipped their drinks in shock. The
sudden collapse of the South Tower was too much to take in for Harper.
Her big, brown eyes filled with tears as she tightly hugged herself.</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>If your book was put in the holiday section of the store, what holiday would that be and why?</b></span></p>
<p> I would put it in the Fourth of July holiday section of the store. It reminds us of our freedom and patriotism. <br /></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Would you consider turning your book into a series or has that already been done?</b></span></p>
<p>The book consists of two parts, part two being the sequel. <br /></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>When you were young, did you ever see writing as a career or full-time profession?</b></span></p>
<p>Yes. When I was eight years old, we moved to Nigeria, West Africa. I
was so intrigued by the African crown bird that I wrote a poem about the
cranes. My mom sent it in to Jack and Jill children’s magazine and
they published it. I had a children’s book that was published but as an
educator, most of my writing was professional.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What’s next for you?</b></span></p>
<p>I have begun another thriller based on a true story of a family caught in catastrophic events. <br /></p>
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BookBaby </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 766px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">91 pp.<br />Thriller<br /></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4279828764248626766" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 766px;"><p>Fateful Connections tells the story of four people brought together
by the tragic events of 9/11 in the United States. These four
individuals were attending a conference in Seattle, Washington, and
found it nearly impossible to make it back to their homes, which were
scattered across the country. They decide to rent a car and drive
together, as they cannot get any flights home. As rental cars are also
impossible to come upon, they find a friend who has access to a
repossessed car, which he is willing to rent out. Unbeknownst to the
friends, the rightful owner of the car wants his car back, and as they
find out, hidden inside the car are drugs and guns. What ensues is a
dangerous journey which impacts the four friends’ lives forever. The
story follows them on their harrowing journey home, then one and two
years later as they meet up for an annual reunion. </p>
<p>The strengths of this story are the easy-to-read narrative and
compelling plot. The author introduces four intriguing main characters,
as well as a number of antagonists, who hunt down the friends and engage
in dangerous and illegal plans to not only recapture their guns and
drugs, but also kill the friends so there are no witnesses to their
illegal activities. The reader is instantly drawn into the storyline,
and moves along with the characters as they experience fear, joy, love,
and relief. The plot is compelling, and the reader cannot help but
become invested in the lives of these four main characters.</p>
<p>Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/41WDECT">https://amzn.to/41WDECT</a></p><p></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Cherry Swash"; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=s557" style="background-color: white; color: #3aaf00; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="557" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGcI2YCLfayIpdUtdsDJorAjmy3zPFw9PtXkK0jNKMtdDkLYk3nghoasR0XRPJdWy5dFTYqXp6iGlhllu8OJVWmXHXBCq5ecdtmaS6vBZsPfXSeFrdo7Smf2mGRkF8oO1kAG6u2NZd5n98B6_E6guJmrXOGiufFWDIOh0LynJ2zkjqyrvWmMdMe8Ni_A=w640-h552" style="background: none; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></p></i></b></div>
<p><br /></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202906142347200691.post-11218277213612700072023-06-07T08:49:00.006-04:002023-06-07T08:49:52.939-04:00Happy Book Birthday BABE IN THE WOODS!<div><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmB_5_ERndCCrnatUQZxXgzU5NF4gKt_Gx4STav5NoKIgZcS2i6tpQRMIhueL6bjTRgxKKHTG3EV17lmPoP1D8Wd8RQ8jpFqCZ1VpTFxSPFPwzmxvhIrNlF3B2lvGpLasmV8uI-jZEqjV5xTotAs1KHsmeXQdUiQKsYYSrkixD-wDhiPqOWaz3VE/s640/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20Happy%20Book%20Birthday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmB_5_ERndCCrnatUQZxXgzU5NF4gKt_Gx4STav5NoKIgZcS2i6tpQRMIhueL6bjTRgxKKHTG3EV17lmPoP1D8Wd8RQ8jpFqCZ1VpTFxSPFPwzmxvhIrNlF3B2lvGpLasmV8uI-jZEqjV5xTotAs1KHsmeXQdUiQKsYYSrkixD-wDhiPqOWaz3VE/w585-h439/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20Happy%20Book%20Birthday.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span>We're
thrilled to announce the release of Jude Hopkins' Babe in the Woods today!
To help celebrate, we are asking our readers if you can please pretty
please pick up a copy at<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Babe-Woods-Jude-Hopkins/dp/1509248439/ref=sr_1_1?crid=UDYUTWUIQRZR&keywords=jude+hopkins+babe+in+the+woods&qid=1677248702&sprefix=jude+hopkins,aps,194&sr=8-1" style="color: #15a3a3; text-decoration-line: none;"> Amazon</a> and come back and tell us how you liked it? Or, leave a review! </span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/s716/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="716" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_YQg3D-e1x-w-MLw4xzXhfb8vcZXhjOwQQwjevdideQwAv5z_zT4vMFyLyLmhOmINbVqKYAe9gft0iVgyTiQ201VU0EETyT1fMLZlvSmJuJ9_LvdeCMr8bKyFsq_YarJaqS1a5N3FbLWHl_r7Fh12gZYDHkU2iO5MbOFIhQHKNJJpXfXkvgU93k/w585-h269/happy%20book%20birthday%206.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;"><span>Congratulations, Jude, on your women's fiction new release, Babe in the Woods!</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arvo; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QdtWwgrtQKYHPmNJRgEsoYKOWHJvzivuh_Vsaf8UyjRdvamihaRGj9c5EaIxjzZvlI92NWk35yH-ShKn6tyFcUyhskzFGaM1yPS_UyzJprfN8qxOgX8I0n39HCCM6YMrAaGyn4E1NNI/s1600/balloons+2.png" style="color: #15a3a3; 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September 1995, the first year of the rest of HADLEY TODD'S life. After
a decade in Los Angeles, trying and failing to launch her career as a
playwright, Hadley has returned to her hometown in rural New York to
write and to be closer to her lonely, ailing father - not that he always
welcomes the help. Between looking after him and teaching Shakespeare
to teenage malcontents at the local high school, Hadley is determined to
produce a masterpiece before 36. She even joins a writing group,
thinking the structure will keep her focused. Hadley hopes to channel
her recent heartbreak from being dumped in L.A. into writing a play
about the last moment of a woman's innocence, a play that an agent
friend in Hollywood has promised to produce. But she struggles with
writer's block and seeks inspiration.</span></span> <p></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;">Enter
TREY HARDING, a young, handsome sports reporter for a local radio
station who covers sports at the high school where Hadley teaches. Trey
reminds Hadley of her L.A. ex and is the perfect spark to touch off her
imagination. Trey has two girlfriends who work at the school, giving
Hadley a great perch from which to watch and write down their
interactions. The fact that Trey is an aspiring rock star and she has
L.A. record biz connections makes the alliance perfect. She dangles
promises of music biz glory while watching his moves. But after they
both go to Hollywood, Hadley learns that believing in herself is all the
inspiration she needs. </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;">Amazon: <a data-mce-href="https://amzn.to/41FoWQa" href="https://amzn.to/41FoWQa">https://amzn.to/41FoWQa</a> </span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble: <a data-mce-href="https://bit.ly/451nn20" href="https://bit.ly/451nn20">https://bit.ly/451nn20</a></span></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDGGkpMQuNOBP62fTNQ-u9g1A4wfXjL3W_dV-3XEg7ZMCzGy6O_Ay3i0zMBK_Mw-4CYdQ0omG9ugKtky_55oAzUeLThXfthTvT4TxTsDp53t0O3_KPa29TckWtH2flcON1t8u-DIR7pYvEIKkkZ2BxMJ-bxcH5Vz5wCEmuQLlsCaw-etS2K_WQ7I/s839/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20happy%20birthday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="547" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDGGkpMQuNOBP62fTNQ-u9g1A4wfXjL3W_dV-3XEg7ZMCzGy6O_Ay3i0zMBK_Mw-4CYdQ0omG9ugKtky_55oAzUeLThXfthTvT4TxTsDp53t0O3_KPa29TckWtH2flcON1t8u-DIR7pYvEIKkkZ2BxMJ-bxcH5Vz5wCEmuQLlsCaw-etS2K_WQ7I/w418-h640/Babe%20in%20the%20Woods%20happy%20birthday.jpg" width="418" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-weight: 700;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">About Jude Hopkins</span></span></span><br /></p><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLlEg9phDYJhA0Kmn5ZLGtdZaYhAGlDUOa0FzfkyYgs2TyY7R-iU_jXaSvZpgDHZ2MDqxE5Ol4sh5Lesy9W5xUxdMG_BBDfpElp50_IIa_gOqezL5TdjzyK8KMsqwGG_qr0bUZPGc-Xlv3ELlWpTPWZZisF536D-1v5Il5XFcwEY86V8EKFw36_c/s556/Jude%20Hopkins.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="556" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLlEg9phDYJhA0Kmn5ZLGtdZaYhAGlDUOa0FzfkyYgs2TyY7R-iU_jXaSvZpgDHZ2MDqxE5Ol4sh5Lesy9W5xUxdMG_BBDfpElp50_IIa_gOqezL5TdjzyK8KMsqwGG_qr0bUZPGc-Xlv3ELlWpTPWZZisF536D-1v5Il5XFcwEY86V8EKFw36_c/s320/Jude%20Hopkins.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jude
Hopkins has published essays in The Los Angeles Times, Medium, and
elsewhere, as well as poetry in numerous journals and magazines. Her
work can be found on her website at <a data-mce-href="http://www.judehopkinswriting.net" href="http://www.judehopkinswriting.net">judehopkinswriting.net</a>. <p></p><p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">Twitter: <a data-mce-href="http://www.twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy" href="http://www.twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy">www.twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy </a></span><br data-mce-bogus="1" /></p><span data-mce-style="font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: Cherry Swash; font-size: 14pt;">Medium: <a data-mce-href="https://medium.com/@heyjudehopkins" href="https://medium.com/@heyjudehopkins">https://medium.com/@heyjudehopkins</a></span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"> </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/E_5kzXC67ek" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe> <br /></span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400;"> </span><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"></b></div></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzg2aAxndG0EAOUrOmdj8CyPslod-V6yx1B6iX4Yi1kpxcSZpiEhVUzRf_s6rhBT36GwXzIgNfODsjY-WU-Say0gd4lmXYpERi2WH6gSOEPdYBZMsn9rkLyDaVJUcLjFz6Wqt7oxe_6JTCyB7JBEVnP58moieNJjygeEVp79QOuzRaBjEB6A5L2hU=s268" style="color: #15a3a3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="268" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzg2aAxndG0EAOUrOmdj8CyPslod-V6yx1B6iX4Yi1kpxcSZpiEhVUzRf_s6rhBT36GwXzIgNfODsjY-WU-Say0gd4lmXYpERi2WH6gSOEPdYBZMsn9rkLyDaVJUcLjFz6Wqt7oxe_6JTCyB7JBEVnP58moieNJjygeEVp79QOuzRaBjEB6A5L2hU=w640-h449" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><br /><br /></p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0