Look Over Your Shoulder by Sharon Overend – Spotlight and Giveaway

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A haunting, lyrical exploration of family, silence and the secrets we inherit.

Years of avoidance and blame have left the McLaughlin clan fractured and ill-equipped to face the critical illness of one of their own. When long buried memories of a neighborhood child’s death while in their care resurface the family truly begin to unravel.

Told in alternating voices, Look Over Your Shoulder, reveals how secrets ripple through generations, and how healing begins when someone finally dares to speak the truth.

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ANNE

I slipped away. In slow motion, I raised one foot after the other, one step at a time, upstairs. My limbs now disconnected from my body, my head bobbing in a black fog, I drifted across the hall and toward my bedroom. I lay on top of the covers but dragged a throw over my hip.

The buzz of distant conversations crawled into the room, and my window shook each time the front door opened or closed. Knuckles rapped, an empty hanger slapped against the door panel, the buzz amplified, feet shuffled forward, a presence lingered, a hand touched my arm, a voice whispered.

“Mom.”

I said nothing until her feet shuffled back toward the door.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed into the pillow seconds before the hanger again rattled, and the hum of voices roared back into the room. I wasn’t sure whether I’d wanted her to hear me or not.

“For what?” She had heard.

“For resenting you.”

The weighty creak of floorboards, a car engine idling, a woman’s laughter, a child’s shriek, a toilet flush.

“You’re tired,” Marilyn said, now close enough to touch me. “Sleep.”

“You scare me,” I said, still telling the pillow, not her. “Your strength and your capacity for forgiveness are things I’ve never experienced before. But I have to know. Have you ever forgotten?” Shame had stalked me my whole life, a shadow dancing across my peripheral vision, now fully in view.

“We’ll talk in the morning.” She lifted the fringed edge of the blanket, pulled it over my shoulder, and tucked it beneath my chin. A blue spark of static electricity sprang between her fingers and my face.

About the Author:

SHARON OVEREND, is an award-winning author whose fiction, creative non-fiction and poetry has appeared in the Canadian, American and British literary journals and anthologies including Antigonish Review, Avalon, Descant, Grain, Matter of Time, Spirit of the Hills, Surfacing, Wild Words, Word Weaver, UK’s Dream Catcher, CafeLit, The Best of CafeLit and A Coup of Owls.

Sharon and her husband live on a 156- rural acre property in Ontario, Canada where she has found inspiration for many of her projects.

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A Gilded City Trilogy by Jane Loeb Rubin – Spotlight and Giveaway

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In the Hands of Women, (June 2023) takes the reader on an electrifying ride through the dawn of the 20th century, delving into the restrictive state of women’s rights, backroom abortions, the plight of immigrants to the Lower East Side of NYC and the prison system at Blackwell’s Island, all through the voice of a young OB/Gyn, Tillie’s younger sister, Hannah.

Threadbare, (June 2024) is a historical novel written as a tribute to Jane Rubin’s great-grandmother, Mathilda (Tillie), who died from a ‘woman’s disease’ in the early years of the twentieth century. It explores the ultra-conservative late Victorian era through a Jewish female character living among the poor, struggling to build a garment company and pushing back against antisemitic and misogynistic values dominating the time. She acquired wealth, only to have life upended by a cruel, unexpected challenge.

Over There (June 2025) brings four family members of Threadbare and In the Hands of Women, all doctors and nurses, into The Great War, each facing down authentic challenges of the period. Meticulously researched and crafted on four stages, the reader experiences the jarring reality of trench warfare, magnificent rise of the American Hospital in Paris, unimagined medical innovations owed to the dedication of healthcare workers, and the universal, frightening impact war has on children.

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I glanced at Nurse Hammond. Her head was bent to the wood floor, hands squeezed so tightly, I could see the white in her knuckles. The navy muslin dress worn beneath her white apron matched the dark circles under her eyes. I held back from the pack of students as they left the ward.
Nurse Hammond was at the end of her night shift, little time left to hear the full story.

“Nurse, were you in delivery during the twins’ births?” I whispered.

“I was.” She straightened her back, darting her eyes to the nursery.

I took a step closer to her. “Did anything unusual happen?”

After a lengthy pause, she rubbed her fingers, eyes downcast.

“Nurse Hammond, what happened?” I persisted.

“You know Adams, always impatient.” She turned her eyes from the floor then to mine. “He couldn’t stand the mother’s screaming and knocked her out cold with ether. Then he went in deep with the forceps, taking forever. I think he would have had more luck if he kept her awake and changed her position.” She took in a sharp breath. “But who am I to say? You can’t utter a word. I need my job. I’ve four children at home.”

I nodded, understanding. “You can trust me. Go home and get some rest.” I scurried down the hall to the nursery.

“Where’ve you been, Isaacson?” Dr. Adams barked as I walked through the doorway.

“My apology doctor, lavatory.”

Dr. Adams crossed his arms on his chest, haughtily shaking his head at the ring of men standing around the twins’ bassinettes. “See there, gentlemen? That’s what happens when women are allowed into the profession. Always needing to fix their hair.”

Blood shot to my face. How long would he get away with his negligence? I stifled my annoyance, while studying the infants. The smaller baby’s hand began to tremor.

About the Author: Author, Jane Loeb Rubin has won numerous awards including the Historical Novel Society’s First Chapters short list for Over There, released May, 2025 by Level Best Books. She will be speaking at numerous Florida events as listed on her website.

With an extensive healthcare background Ms. Rubin began writing in 2009 after a serious cancer diagnosis. She now has a four-book deal with Level Best Books (Threadbare-2024, In the Hands of Women-2023, Over There-2025, The Hat Trick-2026), following the fictional life of her great-grandmother’s family.

In the Hands of Women, (June 2023) takes the reader on an electrifying ride through the dawn of the 20th century, delving into the restrictive state of women’s rights, backroom abortions, the plight of immigrants to the Lower East Side of NYC and the prison system at Blackwell’s Island, all through the voice of a young OB/Gyn, Tillie’s younger sister, Hannah.

Threadbare, (June 2024) is a historical novel written as a tribute to Jane Rubin’s great-grandmother, Mathilda (Tillie), who died from a ‘woman’s disease’ in the early years of the twentieth century. It explores the ultra-conservative late Victorian era through a Jewish female character living among the poor, struggling to build a garment company and pushing back against antisemitic and misogynistic values dominating the time. She acquired wealth, only to have life upended by a cruel, unexpected challenge.

Over There (June 2025) brings four family members of Threadbare and In the Hands of Women, all doctors and nurses, into The Great War, each facing down authentic challenges of the period. Meticulously researched and crafted on four stages, the reader experiences the jarring reality of trench warfare, magnificent rise of the American Hospital in Paris, unimagined medical innovations owed to the dedication of healthcare workers, and the universal, frightening impact war has on children.

The Hat Trick, Ms. Rubin’s work in process (May 2026) transports her family characters into the mid-1920’s in the years before the Borscht Belt in Sullivan County, NY.

Ms. Rubin, a graduate of the University of Michigan (BS, MS) and Washington University (MBA), retired from a 30-year career as a healthcare executive to begin writing full-time. She lives with her husband, David, an attorney, in Northern New Jersey. Between them, they have five adult children and seven grandchildren. Ms. Rubin’s work is available at all on-line retailers, Indigo Books, select Barnes and Noble Book stores and upon request from Level Best Books.

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Miss Moon by Alan Ramias – Spotlight and Giveaway

Here’s a collection that invites readers to see the world in a new light, where the ordinary becomes unforgettable.

Miss Moon offers a series of lyrical, self-contained narratives that shimmer with insight and intimacy. Alan Ramias weaves portraits that move between whimsical, poignant, and quietly shattering, reflecting the beauty and complexity of being human. With themes of memory, love, loss, and family, the collection bridges the deeply personal with the universal.

Ramias’s work reflects both his military service in Vietnam and his decades of global experience helping people and organizations grow. The result is a book that carries truth, beauty, and resonance — a collection readers will return to again and again.

This author was an Army reporter and photographer whose first novel, The Bridge, placed us in the middle of the devastating war in Vietnam. Now in the first part of this book Alan Ramias reaches deeper into the psyches of soldiers sent there, offering three stories, each based on real-life characters and incidents.

Where friends struggle with clashing emotions of love and jealousy while navigating loneliness and the dangers of a war that had no boundaries or front lines.

Where a young man is forced to live the ungodly experiences of war by a controlling monster of a father.

Where a worn and tattered veteran returns home to an endless darkness of broken promises, trashed friendships, an unfeeling family and an indifferent hometown.

This is the Vietnam War and its aftermath as it really was.

The second half of the book is a collection of poetry written by the author over a span of 40 years: humorous, quietly reflective, experimental, and always fascinated with language and imagery.

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The first night of guard duty was typical: uneventful, boring, hard to stay awake. That’s what it was like for seasoned soldiers. But for the newly initiated, it was the ultimate in ceaseless terror: every noise, every movement, every shift in the breeze, every change of lighting brought ominous imaginings. Everything looked swollen, enlarged, animate. The skin could tingle so strongly it felt hot. The eyes strained until they throbbed and the vision turned watery. Sitting in a watch tower, glancing at the moon’s progress. Two hours on, four hours off, performed twice over a twelve-hour shift. Trying to sleep during the hours off was impossible even for some veterans; for the newcomer, not a chance. So it was for Tinkerbell.

There were three guards who took turns. He got the first shift—6 to 8 p.m.—and the fourth—12-2. The only difference from the ordinary routine was that instead of being alone in the tower, Tinkerbell was accompanied by LaPointe, who kept up a steady patter of instructions, observations, cautions, jokes and homesick talk.

Still, by the end of that first shift, Tinkerbell looked sweaty, pale and shaky as he came down from the tower where LaPointe had already descended and was waiting with the second-shift guard. After LaPointe gave a quick sitrep he guided Tinkerbell to a nearby tent with cots draped in mosquito netting, one of which was occupied by the third-shift guard.

When shaken two hours later, Tinkerbell got back up looking even worse. He opened his canteen, tipped it and pulled clumsily at the water, spilling some on his fatigues.

LaPoint, watching him stonily, said, “For chrissake, man, relax. We just gotta do this for two more hours. You’ll never make it at this rate.”

Tinkerbell looked at him dubiously. “You think something’s going to happen? We gonna get shot at?”

About the Author: Alan Ramias served as an Army reporter in the Mekong Delta during the Vietnam War, where he documented the daily lives of soldiers and civilians in a world marked by uncertainty. Those experiences became the foundation for The Bridge, a story about connection, loyalty, and the unexpected friendships forged in the shadow of conflict. After the war, Alan earned degrees in English, Philosophy, and an MBA, and built a distinguished corporate career helping organizations improve performance around the globe. Today, he draws on both his military service and decades of working with people from many cultures to create fiction that explores the complexities of human relationships, memory, and the moments that stay with us.

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Researching Tip by Helen Gillespie – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Researching Tip

The Internet isn’t the “end all” to research. I love that we have the World Wide Web at our fingertips, allowing us to gain knowledge about any subject. However, it sometimes falls short. Even with Chat GPT and other AI tools, knowledge seekers need to ask the correct questions to get the correct answers. Oftentimes, we need to augment technology with human intelligence.

During my writing of The Goodbyes, I was firm that it took close to two hours to travel from Marshfield, Missouri to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. My editor said it took much less time. Of course, I used a map app, and she was correct; it takes maybe an hour. I couldn’t shake off the nearly two-hour trip I thought I had remembered. “Perhaps the Interstate wasn’t completed at the time,” I thought. My computer search proved me wrong. I decided to call a librarian at the local library in Marshfield in hopes of clarifying why I thought the trip was longer. I shared my challenge with her, and right away she responded, “I lived here during the time. The speed limit was 55 then.” Surely, that would have accounted for the more extended trip. However, two hours was still an overestimation. As a result, I rewrote the sentence to exclude the time spent traveling the distance, in case a reader doesn’t recall the 55 miles per hour speed limit as I hadn’t.

This wasn’t the only time while writing The Goodbyes that I depended on human intelligence. I asked a police officer friend of mine if my portrayal of an officer approaching a crime scene was believable. To my relief, she said yes and offered a few suggestions to enhance the scene.

In the sequel to The Goodbyes, I am relying heavily on human intelligence. I’m interested in learning what life was like in the early ’90s in an area I am only somewhat familiar with. I have a multitude of facts, but an accurate and believable picture of people’s feelings and memories is what makes a plausible and enjoyable story. Therefore, I’ll ask others.

Struggling with becoming an adult in a small mid-western town, Dianne must confront family secrets, deception, and discovery during her last year of college. As she cares for her ailing mother, her world begins to unravel and she is challenged to navigate through lies, friendships, love…and murder.

Meeting the wrong person makes it possible for her to recognize the right ones and to find the strength she needs to survive. Realizing that she is responsible for her own destiny, she learns that to say hello to a new life, she must first say goodbye.

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All living creatures hold secrets for basic survival. Humans keep secrets to preserve their image, hide their misjudgments, or protect those they care about. Only in the safest conditions, absolute trust or vulnerability, can humans feel safe divulging their secrets, laying bare their hidden selves.

Katrina England and her husband did not keep secrets from Dianne or indulge in the usual childhood fantasies of princesses or fairy godmothers with her daughter. Even Santa Claus was introduced from a historical perspective rather than as a magical elf. The Englands were doting parents who disciplined their daughter when necessary and answered her questions honestly, only withholding information that surpassed Dianne’s maturity. Yet, despite this philosophy, Katrina did hold a few secrets, one very close.

As Dianne approached adulthood, Katrina began to share these secrets. By then, Dianne’s father had died, leaving the two women to navigate life together as a family with no other relatives living close by. Katrina often grappled with the lifelong weight of a childhood secret and her secret of late, a terminal cancer diagnosis. Both became weightier as her cancer took hold. When Dianne began dating the MegaMart store manager, Katrina’s concern of her daughter’s future turned to worry.

Dianne, nearing graduation while dealing with her mother’s illness, found herself facing unexpected challenges. When Michael D. Glossen entered her life, her challenges became problems. Oddly, she met “Michael D” when a cream rinse emergency arose.

About the Author: Throughout grammar school and college, Helen Gillespie loved developing story sketches or full stories but kept them hidden within herself. That creative spark proved valuable in unexpected places, first on assignment as a musician in the US Army, and after leaving the Army, when she earned a degree in elementary education. After reentering the Army in 1981, she put pen to paper, or rather, “fingers to an Olivetti.” She officially learned the art of journalism to serve the Army, but it quickly became a personal passion. Interviewing fellow soldiers, exploring their jobs and personalities, and publishing useful information for the military community formed the basis of her skill and enjoyment. Those years of thought, training, education, and experience laid the foundation for crafting her first novel, The Goodbyes.

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Ten Things Most People Don’t Know About Me by MG da Mota – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Ten things most people don’t know about me
1. I don’t like dresses or skirts. And since my 18th birthday the times I wore a dress or a skirt can probably be counted by the fingers of one hand!

2. I love the night sky and can stand looking up at the stars for hours in a dark place, with little or no light, in the middle of nowhere.

3. People know me as a classical music, opera and ballet lover but I enjoy some rock music too. When I lived in Germany I went, among others, to the live concerts of Queen, Bruce Springsteen, Pink Floyd and Gary Moore. The experiences were memorable.

4. I worked in IT for many years but before that I was a TV presenter, a translator and a teacher of foreign languages and history but always continued to write in parallel to these jobs during my spare time.

5. I kept my writing secret from most people, except my brother and best friend, for many years because I thought people would think I was weird.

6. I don’t like ice cream and I will always prefer cheese to cake or sweets, however, I love chocolate, especially dark chocolate and find it difficult to resist.

7. I don’t like tea. It is something I never drink. I find it just tastes like hot water though it can have nice aromas.

8. I like fast cars and motorbikes and I used to fly as a co-pilot fixed-wing small planes with a friend of mine in Germany a long time ago. When I moved to the UK I learned to fly helicopters.

9. The things I most hate in life are boredom and stupidity.

10. I lived in Germany ten years and while there I hitchhiked often and travelled all over the country in that way.

A woman living alone in a coastal Sussex town in 1998 plants a copper beech sapling at 3 a.m. on a dark, cold night. Why?

A ballet dancer in 1960s East Germany is oppressed, longs for escaping with his little daughter but not his wife. Why? Will he make it?

In 2022 Karsten von Stein, widower and principal of the Royal Ballet, with two young children, meets Ivone Benjamim, a Portuguese, newly-arrived principal dancer. They discover a magical chemistry when dancing and soon it transfers to their private lives.

Against the background of ballet and its dancers, a woman called Grace tells her story from a rehab centre. Obsessive, delusional she begins believing Ivone robbed her of the man of her dreams—Karsten. And then a skeleton is found in a garden…What connects all these people and their stories?

You’ll be the audience facing the stage of this balletic novel.

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Prologue
Southeast England, late November 1998

She looks out of the window. Dark night. Black but clear. Twinkling dots punctuate the raven velvet of the sky. Stars shimmer cold and icy. Their light slightly wavering. She knows it is the Earth’s atmosphere. But that’s neither here nor there. It doesn’t matter a jot. Not at this moment anyway.

Darkness is the important thing. No moon. New moon. Why do people refer to a new moon when there is no moon or when one cannot see the moon from our revolving, ever turning blue dot? The moon is still up there in the sky. It’s just that at some point during its orbit its farther side from us is facing the sun. So the side facing us is dark and we can’t see it. As simple as that.

Tonight is new moon. An ideal night. She opens the window quietly and glances at the houses to her right first, then to her left. Like hers they are all immersed in silent darkness. People sleep. She looks at the luminous hands of her alarm clock on the side table. The shorter hand points at the number three, or close to it, and the long hand at somewhere between ten and fifteen. Probably around 3:12 in the morning. Her house stands almost but not quite alone on top of the hill. To her right, looking from her bedroom window that faces the back garden, there are two houses. The one closest to hers is empty.

About the Author: M G da Mota is Margarida Mota-Bull’s pen name for fiction. She is a Portuguese-British novelist with a love for classical music, ballet and opera. Under her real name she also writes reviews of live concerts, CDs, DVDs and books for two classical music magazines on the web: MusicWeb International and Seen and Heard International. She is a member of the UK Society of Authors, speaks four languages and lives in Sussex with her husband. Her website, called flowingprose.com, contains photos and information.

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The Truth about You by Michael Clark – Spotlight

There are novels that entertain, and then there are novels that unsettle, provoke, and linger.

Michael Clark’s The Truth About You belongs firmly in the second category.

Lucy and Meg are sisters caught in the middle of their mother’s abusive marriage. When her husband Greg is arrested for assault, they believe the worst is over—until their mother chooses to stay with him. Their desperate plan to capture the truth with hidden cameras is meant to protect her, but instead it reveals a far more complex reality. Through Lucy’s eyes, Clark explores the troubling gap between society’s assumptions about abuse and the messy, contradictory truths families actually live. With literary depth and emotional force, The Truth
About You is a thought-provoking work for readers drawn to dark, layered fiction. Michael Clark brings a rare perspective to his writing. As the founder of the Ananias Foundation, he has dedicated his career to helping thousands confront and overcome abusive behaviors.

His voice is shaped by his own past—once a domestic violence offender, he transformed his life and now leads with humility, compassion, and hope. He is also the author of From Villain to Hero, a candid memoir chronicling his personal journey of change. With The Truth About You, Clark turns to fiction, weaving his insight into a story that challenges readers to see beyond black-and-white narratives. Learn more at michaelclarkauthor.com.

When Lucy and Meg’s mother is assaulted by her husband, stepfather Greg, his arrest seems to mark the end of a nightmare. But when their mother chooses to stay with him, the sisters are thrust into a disturbing moral dilemma.

Desperate to protect her, they take a drastic step: secretly install hidden cameras to capture the truth for themselves—and the rest of the world. What unfolds isn’t what Lucy expected.

Told with emotional clarity and literary depth, The Truth About You probes the unsettling gap between what we’re taught to believe and the evidence. As Lucy grapples with conflicting narratives of abuse, loyalty, and manipulation, she’s forced to question not only her mother and stepfather’s roles in this abusive relationship, but the entire framework of judgment, justice, and victimhood.

This is a bold, timely novel for readers who crave psychological insight, emotional complexity, and stories that challenge assumptions. Fans of dark literary fiction and contemporary women’s drama will find themselves haunted by the questions this story refuses to answer easily.

Read it, question everything, and decide for yourself.

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Shortly after 7 p.m., Greg and Paula pulled into the driveway in Greg’s SUV. They stayed in the car for
several minutes. Stacy peered through the family room curtains to check what was happening. “They’re
still sitting in the car,” she reported.

“Is he hitting her?” someone asked.

“No. At least not as far as I can tell,” she said.

“Are they arguing?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Should someone go out there?”

“I’m not sure about that, either.”

Finally, the doors to the SUV opened and Greg and Paula got out. Greg went to the back and started filling his arms with bags from their shopping trip. Paula headed for the kitchen’s side door.

“Are you okay?” Christine asked Paula as she came through the door.

“I’m fine,” Paula said.

“Is Greg coming in?” Julie asked.

“Yes,” Paula answered. “He should be in soon. He’s bringing in the groceries.”

“He knows we’re here?”

“He knows there are several people here, yes.”

“How did you convince him to come in?”

“I told him that if he wants any chance of us staying married, he will come in and listen,” Paula said.

About then, Greg walked into the kitchen, clutching four bags of groceries in each hand. He glanced at the crowd gathering at the other end of the room but said nothing.

“I need to get some of this stuff into the refrigerator and freezer,” he said as he placed the bags on the counter and began unpacking their contents.

An awkward silence fell as he avoided their stares. Others in the group, including Lucy, remained in the family room.

Greg, having stowed away the groceries, glanced at the bystanders. “I’m guessing you’re not here for a party.”

“No, Greg, we’re not,” Denise’s husband, Mark, said. “Why don’t you come into the other room and have a seat? We have something we’d like to talk to you about.”

“I can only imagine what that might be,” Greg grumbled quietly, yet audible to those nearby.

About the Author: Michael Clark is the founder and Executive Director of the Ananias Foundation, a nonprofit organization committed to ending domestic violence at its root, by working with those who have caused harm. Through the foundation, Michael has supported thousands of individuals seeking to break free from abusive behaviors, offering guidance, and hope for change.

What makes Michael’s voice distinct is the depth of personal experience he brings to his work. A former domestic violence offender himself, he has walked the difficult road of transformation. Today, he writes, speaks, and leads from that hard-won perspective, helping others understand the mindset behind abuse, and how real, lasting change is possible.

He is the author of The Truth About You, a domestic violence themed novel, and From Villain to Hero, a candid and powerful memoir that traces his journey from being abusive to becoming a safe and emotionally healthy partner. His writing is marked by honesty, compassion, and a deep understanding of the internal and relational dynamics at play in abusive relationships. Michael Clark is the founder and Executive Director of the Ananias Foundation, a nonprofit organization committed to ending domestic violence at its root, by working with those who have caused harm. Through the foundation, Michael has supported thousands of individuals seeking to break free from abusive behaviors, offering guidance, and hope for change.

What makes Michael’s voice distinct is the depth of personal experience he brings to his work. A former domestic violence offender himself, he has walked the difficult road of transformation. Today, he writes, speaks, and leads from that hard-won perspective, helping others understand the mindset behind abuse, and how real, lasting change is possible.

He is the author of The Truth About You, a domestic violence themed novel, and From Villain to Hero, a candid and powerful memoir that traces his journey from being abusive to becoming a safe and emotionally healthy partner. His writing is marked by honesty, compassion, and a deep understanding of the internal and relational dynamics at play in abusive relationships.

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Where Do Ideas Come From? by Marc Macdonald – Guest Post and Giveaway

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Where Do Ideas Come From?
If I could ask one question to a writer of a book I’ve enjoyed, it would be this: where did you come up with that idea? And I don’t just mean the big, sweeping concept that drives the synopsis. I mean the subtler things: the offhand comment a character makes, the way a scene smells like pine or rain, the choice of one word instead of another. Those details are the heartbeat of a book, and they’re the things I think people are truly enamoured with.

So much of what you find in my book, Between Two Seasons, came from real life. That’s not to say it’s autobiographical—it isn’t—but countless pieces of it are borrowed from the world around me. A place I once visited, the way a certain trail curved through the woods. A name overheard at a coffee shop. The sound of gravel under tires on a back road. The faint smell of rain on cedar. Those fragments live in memory, waiting to be called up at the right moment.

Ideas are unique, but they rarely arrive fully formed. More often, they’re collected like stones along the way. Writers are borrowers, observers, magpies of experience. Sometimes we borrow subtly: a stranger’s facial expression, the rhythm of a conversation, the awkward silence that follows a poorly timed joke. And yes, sometimes we steal outright. A friend’s quirky turn of phrase, a look we’ll never forget, a single moment that demands to be placed in a new context. Writing, in that sense, is not about inventing from nothing; it’s about noticing, capturing, and reshaping.

This is why paying attention is one of the most valuable tools a writer has. The world is endlessly generous with details, if you’re willing to slow down and receive them. A walk to the store can give you five new ideas if you let it: the pattern of rain on the sidewalk, the way a child negotiates with a parent, the dog that refuses to be led in any direction but its own. None of these are “stories” in themselves, but they’re seeds. And when planted in the soil of imagination, they can grow into something surprising.

But perhaps the deeper truth is that ideas don’t just come from out there, they also come from within. Every writer carries their own history, perspective, and inner landscape. A story is often an attempt to reconcile those inner truths with the outer world. The settings we choose, the conflicts we shape, the language we fall back on; all of it reflects who we are, and how we see.

So when someone asks, “Where do you get your ideas?” the answer is: everywhere. From life, from memory, from strangers, from dreams, from the tiniest things we notice and the biggest questions we wrestle with.

And maybe that’s the real joy of writing. Not that we invent worlds out of thin air, but that we take the world we already have and see it anew.

So, if you have a chance to ask a writer, “where do your ideas come from?”, do it. You will be amazed where some of them originated.

Haunted by regret and stalled by guilt, Alex Chambers arrives at Silver Springs Health and Rehabilitation Centre searching for redemption. What he finds instead is Mae Seasons—a sharp-tongued, fiercely independent resident with no interest in being anyone’s project.

Alex came hoping to make amends for the mistakes of his youth, especially to the woman he once hurt. But when that hope slips away, he’s drawn into an unexpected role: caregiver and reluctant confidant to Mae, whose irreverence hides a lifetime of buried truths.

As days at Silver Springs unfold in their strange, often absurd rhythm, Alex is forced to confront the tangled grief of his past. Through awkward silences, reluctant confessions, and moments of startling vulnerability, he and Mae forge an unlikely friendship—one stitched together by shared loneliness, reluctant compassion, and the possibility of healing.

At once poignant and quietly humorous, Between Two Seasons is a story about the lives we try to outrun, the people who challenge us to face ourselves, and the surprising ways connection takes root.

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I exited the food line like a camper in the mess hall, tray in hand and desperately seeking a friend or two to sit with. I, however, scanned the room for the opposite: an empty table. I didn’t have any friends here and wasn’t intent on making any. I wanted to eat and get back to my room. A budding headache and body ache were on the precipice of significantly derailing my first hours at Silver Springs. And these were crucial hours. I was banking on a good night’s rest to alleviate these symptoms but feared the anxious excitement of finally arriving here would preclude any such endeavour.

“Hey, new guy, over here,” came a voice and welcoming wave from the person sitting at a table to my left.

Shit. There goes anonymity.

I had a split decision to make: be polite and kindly dismiss the invitation or accept and possibly be pulled into the labyrinth of Silver Springs politicking. My therapist would not be pleased with this thought. I was creating an outcome, a negative outcome, to a situation I had not yet experienced. But still, I mean, how was this place unlike high school? I’d already relived several moments from my burgeoning youth, and I’d only been on the premises a very short time.

About the Author: Marc MacDonald is an author who believes every great story starts with a spark—whether it’s a single sentence, an unforgettable character, or an idea that won’t let go. As the writer behind Between Two Seasons, a novel that celebrates the beauty of human connection, Marc weaves heartfelt narratives that linger long after the last page is turned.

When he’s not crafting compelling fiction, Marc applies his storytelling skills as a seasoned communications professional, proving that every message—whether in a book or a press release—deserves to be engaging. He’s also a fierce defender of the Oxford comma, an unapologetic pun enthusiast, and someone who firmly believes that coffee is the most essential writing tool.

Find him deep in his next manuscript, chasing inspiration, or justifying “research” as an excuse to buy more books.

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The Smallest of Miracles by Douglas Carpenter – Spotlight

 

Literary Fiction

Date Published: March 6, 2025

Publisher: Seacoast Press

 

 

One choice. One moment. A ripple that changes everything.

In The Smallest of Miracles, Douglas Carpenter crafts a masterful literary
debut that merges gripping storytelling with profound life lessons. The novel
follows Ted Carrington, a wealthy, brilliant, and emotionally distant man on
the autism spectrum, who returns to the private elementary school that shaped
him—for better and worse. He intends to make a large donation, but what
begins as a business transaction slowly becomes a reckoning with his past.

As the story transitions between Ted’s present and his childhood,
readers meet the deeply flawed, often cruel boy he once was—especially
to a vulnerable new classmate named Anna. But life, in its quiet way, begins
to turn his world upside down.

What emerges is not only Ted’s transformation, but an invitation to the
reader: to reflect, to slow down, and to reconsider how the smallest
decisions
—the ones we barely notice—can lead to the greatest
changes
.

This is not just a novel. It’s a call to awareness. A self-improvement
guide disguised as a coming-of-age story.

📘 “Just like everything in life, meaning is found in the small details.”

 

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“A golfer knows a 2-inch putt counts the same as a 200-yard drive. Life is
very similar…”
📘 “Change is the fertilizer of life. It often stinks,
but it is necessary for growth.”

 

🔹 Perfect for fans of literary fiction with depth
🔹 A powerful read for young adults and up
🔹 Ideal for classrooms and book clubs seeking discussion-worthy themes

Read it once for the story. Read it again for the insight.

 

 

About the Author
Douglas Carpenter is not your typical author. A Certified Public
Accountant (CPA) and Chartered Financial Analyst (CFA), Douglas became the
youngest stockbroker in the U.S. at just 17 and currently owns two accounting
firms and an asset management company in New York. Despite a thriving career
in finance, his true passion lies in storytelling.

His debut novel, The Smallest of Miracles, took ten years to write—a
deeply personal and intricately crafted journey of self-discovery and
transformation. Drawing on his keen eye for detail and analysis, Douglas
poured over every word, shaping a literary fiction novel that functions as
both an engaging story and a guide to personal growth.

The book explores how tiny, seemingly insignificant choices shape our lives
far more than major events. Readers are invited to slow down, reflect, and
discover truths hidden in the smallest details—just as Douglas has done
through his writing.

Douglas hopes his novel will find a place in high school curricula and on the
bookshelves of thoughtful readers young and old. His message is clear: “The
truth is always hidden behind things that are out of place.”


Connect with Douglas Carpenter
to discover a new perspective on life,
character, and the miraculous power of small decisions.

 

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Father of One by Jani Anttola – Q&A and Giveaway

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What perspectives or beliefs have you challenged with this work?

Let’s be clear, the genocide in Srebrenica was a monstrous, evil undertaking. The same goes for any of the bloody rampages in our collective history, whether it’s Bucha, My Lai, Rwanda, you name it. But while those who carry out or enable such atrocities should be held responsible, we sometimes forget that there are always perfectly rational and humane individuals within any national or ethnic group, too. It wasn’t explicitly my intention, but I hope Father of One evokes the idea that demonizing and stereotyping people based on their culture, religion or identity isn’t very constructive.

Did you include any hidden messages or Easter eggs in this book?

If I did, I wouldn’t advertise them. I don’t want to lead my readers by the hand, so it’s best they interpret everything through their own lens.

Do you work with editors? If so, what has your experience been with them?

When my first books got published in Finland, I was fortunate I could work with two very good editors. It was a major publisher and back then they had their own editors. A good one does far more than just fix grammar and typos, so it was like having someone in the literary trenches with me. My latest novel is through an indie publisher in the UK. This time I didn’t have the luxury of collaborating with a personal editor, but I commissioned a structural edit. It was also very helpful. Whether it’s been a full content edit or a light evaluation, every time working with an editor I’ve learned something, and I’ve come to enjoy the re-writing process. This is important for indie-published authors who, at the end of the day, must do most of the editing themselves.

What is your favorite television show?

I don’t have a TV or Netflix or such, so I wouldn’t know about any shows. I travel a lot, so I sometimes watch movies on airplanes. I usually go for anything that was filmed before the 2000s. I find the new CGI-riddled slop insufferable. It boils down to the same fundamentals as good literature: storytelling, dialogue and substance often suffer when a work relies too much on gimmicks meant to impress you.

Quote somebody from the top of your head.

“Don’t believe in anything they say – the day after yesterday is all it takes.” Buddha said so – take it from me.

Maka, a young Bosnian soldier, has survived three years under siege. When the enemy forces launch their final attack on his hometown, he must escape to the hills. But traversing the vast woods is a task against all odds: to stay alive, and to find his infant son and his wife, he is soon forced to make a desperate move.

Set against the harrowing background of raging guerrilla warfare and the genocide in Srebrenica, Father of One is, at heart, a story of deep humanity, compassion and love. It is the account of one man’s desire to reunite his family, separated by war, and of bonds unbroken by trauma, sustained by loyalty and tenacity. Writing in a voice that rings with clarity and authenticity, Jani Anttola lays open a dark moment in Europe’s recent history.

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They walked up to the plaza where narrow streets led from the ancient town gate towards the centre of the promontory and the Saint George’s church and its cemetery gardens that overlooked the old fishing town. Most of the shops lining the plaza were shuttered. Turning up towards the rectory, they came to the café bar. A young, lean man in a dress shirt and round eyeglasses was sitting by the window with an espresso and listening to the radio that the waiter had placed on the counter. A newscast was on and a woman newsreader was talking in rapid, tense sentences about something.

“Good morning,” said the waiter. “Lovers up so early?” He was an acquaintance of the hotel owner, a smooth-mannered boy who came from the lavender country in Istria. The old man had recommended the place for their shop-roasted coffee.

“Good morning,” Maka said. Amelia dismissed the innuendo with a little laugh. “How are you?”

“I’m good as always.”

Maka, leaning to the counter and taking off his sun hat, looked at the radio. “What’s the news?”

“Their Teritorijalna Odbrana got the orders to start a counteroffensive.”

“No,” Amelia said, looking at the grave-faced waiter.

“When was that?” Maka asked.

“Last night. There’s armoured columns advancing towards Ljubljana. Six JNA brigades.”

“It’s happening too fast. They declared independence only three days ago.”

“Well, it’s happening, all right,” the waiter said. “Yesterday they shot down two helicopters. Now there’s fighting on the Italian border. The Slovenians have bogged the tanks down and are busting them.”

“But it’s insane,” Amelia said. “Everybody’s lost their mind.”

“The generals seem to think it makes perfect sense,” said the bespectacled man by the window. He lit a cigarette and blew smoke towards the ceiling, his head leaning back, then stared out to the street, where a group of loud young men was passing, waving Croatian flags.

Jani Anttola is a Finnish novelist and a medical doctor. In the 1990s he served in Rwanda with the French military and fought in Bosnia as a soldier of the Bosnian army. His works have been published in the UK and Finland. He has spent most of his adult life abroad, working in Africa, the Middle East and the Asia-Pacific.

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Mad Season: Elles Garity’s Story by Gregory Armstrong – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Fifteen years ago, Elles Garity’s world came crashing down, in more ways than one. Now in her mid-twenties, long since removed from the small island town that she grew up in and never dealing with the pain of her loss, life is calling her back home. In the affirmant of recent unfortunate events Elles finds herself at a turning point once more. This time though, she’ll be forced to confront both her unresolved grief and the people and places she left behind. It won’t be easy. Along the way Elles will learn the truth behind a new friend’s dark connection to her tragic past and be the last to uncover unthinkable family secrets that will unravel everything she ever knew about the family she thought she lost.

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Now, I was questioning all of it. I didn’t deal with things well. I didn’t allow anyone to help me deal with things. My life, the road I was on, the lane I had shifted into when I took the wheel, to put it quite figuratively, looked dark and dismal. I was solely responsible for switching my life into cruise control before ever giving myself a chance to learn to drive the damn car.

All these things ran through my head. I didn’t speak to Loyal about any of it. Where would I start? How could she possibly understand my position? Not that I gave her a fighting chance. Time sort of stood still as I sat there frozen, empty. I started this. I made this mess. I had no fucking clue how to fix it. I closed my eyes for a while, and when I opened them, it hit me like a slap to the head. The answer was staring me in the face. Where it all went wrong is where it needed to begin again.

“Grace, I’m worried about you.”

She had never said those words to me before. Ironic, though, how it came across, how I took it—her spotting the wreckage and expressing concern to the very person who was entangled in the heap. Out of upheaval, I took solace in a clouded idea to uproot myself once more. I emerged partially from my funk, oddly enough,

with a wayward smile and slightly brighter outlook. I turned to Loyal, sincere. “Everyone must think I’m horrible.”

About the Author:
Born in Westerly, Rhode Island, and a Connecticut native all my life, my family eventually moved to Norwich in 1977, where I grew up. I attended and graduated from Norwich Free Academy in 1991. It was there, in my final two years, where I acquired a passion for writing. At the time, the school provided a writing center, a classroom filled with computers, designated as a creative writing outlet for the students, and overseen by the now accomplished author Wally Lamb. Here, we were free to use our time working on our own projects, developing, learning, and sharpening our writing skills. Each class, we would gather in a circle to show and share our work with Mr. Lamb and the rest of the class by either reading or having our material read aloud, and hearing feedback from our peers.

Mr. Lamb’s writing center instilled a desire in me to one day write a book and become an author, just as he was doing, putting the final touches on his debut novel, She’s Come Undone. Unfortunately, for me, that is when that dream of mine became a struggle that would last decades. At the age of three, I contracted meningitis, which caused me to go completely blind and left me hospitalized for several weeks. Despite doctors believing my vision would never return, it did, slowly and to a certain degree, although my optic nerve had sustained too much damage and I was declared legally blind.

Growing up was a struggle. Socially, I was quiet, shy, uncomfortable knowing I was different from all of the other kids, because of my physical limitations and lack in self-confidence. Reading was also a challenge. Even though I soon got my first pair of glasses, which made my vision clearer, being able to see the print on a page was still a major issue. For those reasons, I have never been much of a reader, and how does someone who doesn’t read, who doesn’t study the art of literature through books, because it was a strenuous activity on my eyes, learn how to write?

The fact that I found myself stuck, without the necessary tools and unsure of my own talents and abilities to be a quality writer, all the other insecurities of my childhood at play, I gave it up for a time. My active imagination for storytelling did not. As I got older, and into my teenage years I started listening to more music to fill a void. The more I listened, the more I began to broaden my tastes in artists, groups and genres, and the more I heard stories in the songs. Music, along with television and movies, were combining to strengthen my inspiration to be an aspiring author.

One such movie, which mirrored many of my own self-imposed hurdles, was Eddie and the Cruisers. The character of Eddie Wilson, lead singer of a fictional rock and roll band, was consumed by the notion that his music was never good enough, that if they were going to be a band, they had to be great, if they were going to release an album, it had to be great as well. I had obviously grown-up learning and hearing about the great authors and novelists of all time, the great classic books. I had always put that pressure on myself, the same way Eddie Wilson did. I was convinced that I didn’t know how to write, and even if I did, would it be good enough? I had been told, taught by teachers and others, that there were rules to the writing game, including creating a story outline, character development, a whole assortment of proper steps to follow and processes before the writing even began.

Over the years, I started a novel a time or two, hating it, and giving up again. I met my future wife, got married, started a family, and quit my average job to become a stay-at-home dad. Through all of it, thirty-plus years, that ever-present need to write gnawing at me, the urge still there, my vivid imagination still running wild—I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I had to let that creativity out and give it a real and focused purpose. With the rough idea of a plot in mind, I sat down at the computer and finally let all of those insecurities go. With a shot of determination and a relaxed mind, I slowly but surely discovered my own writing style, and found my storytelling voice. To hell with all the rules, the unrealistic expectations I placed upon myself, the result—a deeply, emotionally charged story of tragedy, personal reflection, and redemption, that is Mad Season.

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