The Infinity Formula by Calvin Engen – Spotlight and Giveaway

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WHAT IF REALITY ISN’T A MISTAKE, OR A SIMULATION TO ESCAPE, BUT THE WAY INFINITY LEARNS TO KNOW ITSELF?

In The Infinity Formula, Calvin Engen invites readers into a grounded blend of science, spirituality, and technology. At its heart is a simple symbolic lens:

U = S(C × T)^A → ∞
A way of seeing the universe as a lived simulation where consciousness moves through time, accelerates through evolution and technology, and returns to Infinity.

From the birth of time to the rise of artificial intelligence, Engen weaves ideas from physics, neuroscience, and ancient mysticism into a unified story of existence. He explores how time can be experienced as more than a clock, how acceleration can become a mirror for awakening, and how behind every moment of division and discovery, the Source is remembering itself through us.

Written in luminous, accessible prose, The Infinity Formula is both a map and a meditation. It’s a call to live awake within the dream of existence, to relate to technology with intention, and to remember that we have never been separate from the whole.

For readers of Carlo Rovelli, Philip Goff, and Alan Lightman, this book bridges science and soul to illuminate the deepest mystery of all: how Infinity becomes you. What if reality isn’t a mistake, or a simulation to escape, but the way Infinity learns to know itself?

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Infinity as Origin

Each thought is a shadow of memory,
a ripple of what has been,
blooming again in the now,
shaping the world that is to come.

From the beginning, human beings have asked one of the simplest and yet most unsettling questions: Where did all of this come from?

We look up at the night sky, see the countless stars scattered across the darkness, and we can’t help but wonder: What started it all? Children ask it bluntly: “Where did the world come from?” while philosophers frame it with sophistication, and scientists refine it with mathematics. But beneath every culture, every tradition, every discipline, lies the same curiosity: What is the origin of existence?

Throughout history, answers have come in the form of stories. In ancient myths, the universe often begins with a great act of separation or creation: a cosmic egg cracking open, a god speaking light into being, a divine battle birthing heaven and earth. In religion, beginnings are described as sacred acts of will: “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.” In science, the prevailing story is the Big Bang, a singularity that erupted into space and time nearly fourteen billion years ago.

These stories differ in language and detail, but they share a common assumption: There was a first moment, a point at which “nothing” became “something.” Even when science admits it cannot describe what came before the Big Bang, it still imagines a threshold, a line between not yet and now. Our minds crave this boundary because we are creatures of beginnings and endings. To us, everything seems to need a starting point.

But what if there was no first moment?

This is the radical idea at the heart of this book. The true origin is not a single instant in time nor a singular event. The true origin is Infinity itself; not a beginning but an eternal reality with no edge, no outside, no end. Infinity does not start, it simply is. It has always been, and it always will be.

Infinity is not just a mathematical curiosity or a poetic metaphor. It is the deepest truth of existence. It is the Source from which all things arise and the destination to which all things return. Every creation story, every scientific model, every philosophy is an attempt to describe what Infinity is doing when it unfolds into form.

About the Author Calvin Engen is a technologist in Edmonton, Alberta, where he works at the front edge of IT strategy and systems thinking. Outside the day-to-day of technology leadership, Calvin is an autodidact drawn to the biggest questions—how the universe works, what consciousness is, and why human life matters. That combination of practical technology experience and philosophical curiosity fuels The Infinity Formula, a book that explores consciousness, time, and AI as both tools and mirrors. He wrote the book for readers who sense that humanity is at a turning point: our systems are becoming more powerful, and our inner lives must become more intentional. With clear metaphors and reflective prompts, Calvin Engen offers a grounded, hopeful invitation to reconnect with meaning and help build a future guided by wisdom, ethics, and purpose.

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Dazzled by the Light by Karen Christino – Spotlight and Giveaway

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New Age trailblazer Linda Goodman wrote best-selling books and empowered millions with astrology’s insights. Strong willed, complicated and fiercely independent, she had three husbands, six kids, legions of fans, and extraordinary success. An idealistic seeker, she believed she could create the world she chose; yet with her daughter’s suicide at 21, she shrank from reality. Dazzled by the Light covers Linda’s West Virginia roots, her relationship struggles, professional achievements and financial setbacks. Enriched with in-depth research, vivid portraits of New Age figures, friends’ candid recollections, and Linda’s effervescent prose, this comprehensive biography illuminates the life and times of an enigmatic icon.

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Linda’s TV breakout, 1967

Not long after her in-depth study of astrology, Linda Goodman did a reading for Emmy award-winning producer David Susskind. A Sagittarius born in 1920, he hosted a weekly TV show on local New York station WNEW. Susskind courted controversy, with guests airing views on politics, organized crime, sexuality, pornography, Vietnam and race relations.

The talk show regularly featured astrologers and psychics like Wall Street analyst Charles Jayne and columnist Sydney Omarr. Astrologer Noel Tyl remembered watching an episode: “There were three women there with what I recognized to be old ways of presenting astrology… and Susskind was just ripping them apart. I said… “What these people are saying is valid… But they’re saying it so poorly!”

Linda may have seen it, too, but she later became a better guest: lively and attractive, she knew her Sun signs cold, and was armed with historical information legitimizing astrology. She appeared on two episodes in February and March of 1967. Syndication repeated the shows across the country over several months, increasing the audience.

Linda appeared with two other astrologers, both professionals and writers involved with the astrological community for decades. A New Jersey paper featured the shows: “Three dedicated astrologers offer on-the-spot predictions, analyze zodiac signs and defend themselves from disbelieving members of the audience.”

Over forty at the time, Linda always projected an upbeat, youthful appearance. And there is quite a lot an astrologer can convey with Sun signs alone. The show got a lot of attention. After it aired, Goodman said, “a literary agent called and suggested a book.”

About the Author: A consulting astrologer for over 20 years, Karen Christino has written nine books about astrology, and horoscopes for Glamour, Cosmopolitan, Modern Bride and Seventeen magazines. She has a B.A. from Colgate University, and also studied at Columbia University.

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The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor by Michael Mizov – Spotlight and Giveaway

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The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor is an atmospheric gothic horror novel of haunted inheritance, family curses, and the terrifying secrets buried beneath a crumbling Yorkshire estate.

Lottie Bradbury has not set foot in Bradbury Manor for twelve years. Sent away as a child following her mother’s tragic death, she is summoned home in 1919 by the estranged father she barely knows. The once-great estate is failing, burdened by debt, decay, and generations of neglect. Her return comes with a price: an arranged marriage intended to save what remains of the Bradbury legacy.

But Bradbury Manor is not merely old.

At night, the house makes itself known. Strange sounds echo through the corridors. Rooms refuse to stay still. Moments slip out of place. The past refuses to remain buried.

As Lottie is drawn deeper into her family’s history, she uncovers a pattern stretching back centuries, one marked by unexplained deaths, buried betrayals, and a curse that never truly ends. It simply passes from one generation to the next. Everyone expects her to take her place. To continue what came before.

Caught between the expectations of her father, the promise of a future beyond the estate, and the growing realization that something is terribly wrong within Bradbury Manor, Lottie must decide how much of the truth she is willing to uncover and what it may cost her when she does. The closer she gets to the answers, the harder it becomes to tell whether she is exposing the darkness surrounding her family or being led deeper into it.

Perfect for readers of Mexican Gothic, The Silent Companions, and Rebecca, The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor blends haunted houses, family secrets, supernatural mystery, psychological tension, and the enduring power of the past.

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The walk to the manor was different, the raw rush of adrenaline fading to exhaustion. The woods felt darker, the path harder to navigate. There was a faint rustle of movement around her, the trees themselves whispering a warning. Her heart quickened, and she started to run, branches whipping her face and tearing at her dress.

A voice drifted through the darkness, “Charlotte?”

It had almost a melodic lilt.

“Where are you, sweetheart?” Was it? It couldn’t be.

“It’s so dark, come find me.” Mother.

Each repetition grew sharper, impatient, closing the distance.

“Charlotte, wait for me, please…”

Stopping was not an option, not now. The path itself was near impossible to follow; so easy to lose in the gloom.

“I can see you,” the voice of her mother told her from the bushes next to her.

Spine tingling, Lottie broke into a full sprint. Despite not hearing it in so long, there was no mistaking it.

From behind her, “Lottie!”

A tug on her dress, but she dared not turn.

She couldn’t.

By some mercy, the woods fell away and the manor appeared—her sanctuary and her prison. Stumbling through the back door, she slammed it behind her. The kitchen loomed around her, pitch-black and oppressive. Harold had snuffed out every light.

Craning her neck, she peeked through the small window in the heavy door. There, her mother’s decayed face would be looking in at her from the night.

It was empty. Her fingers shook so hard she missed the lock the first time.

About the Author: Michael writes dark fiction that explores psychological breakdowns, fractured identity, and the strange absurdities of life. When not writing, he works in B2B marketing, renovates a possibly haunted Victorian house, and wrangles twin daughters with his wife in New Jersey.

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2025 Top 100: Cheshire Novel Prize National Flash Fiction Day 2025: FlashFlood: Debut Flash: ‘Nobody’s Home’ by Michael Mizov Festivals: Michael Mizov – Awards – IMDb

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How I Got Into the Writing Gig by Jon Ketzner – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Let me explain how I got into the writing gig. For years the Maryland Writers Association sponsored a monthly challenge. Each month the MWA published in newspapers around the State, short bios of writers with Maryland connections. These writers could be contemporary or long dead. Included in the bio would be a listing of their significant works, a discussion of their styles and genres and their connection to Maryland. At the end of the article would be a prompt challenging writer to write the first 100 words of a new work based on the particulars of the prompt but written in the style of the recognized writer. Selected 100-word entries would be selected by the MWA and published in the local papers the next month, along with the new bio.

I submitted entries for many years…approximately 70 in total…and usually mine was selected by the MWA and published in my local newspaper. Eventually, the fellow who ran the monthly challenge, Jim Brewster, who was also a small, independent publisher, invited me to expand several of my 100-word story beginnings into completed short stories and he would publish them in anthologies. So, in 2023 I published my first title…” Hillbilly Anthology” …a collection of eight short stories. Then in 2024, I published a second anthology of eight stories…” Where’s That Bastard Owen.”

In 2025, I wanted to try a novel. As I was brainstorming for an idea, I realized that I had a few stories in my published anthologies that had similar characters and narrative stylings and I believed I could use them as the initial building blocks of a novel. It worked great and I eventually wrote my first novel…” Bad Consequence: tales of an Amish samurai” …about a young Amish girl who goes out on her Rumspringa and never returns, being recruited and trained by the NSA, as an assassin. This novel was published by Jim Brewster’s J2B Publishing like my earlier anthologies.

Then in 2026, I decided to write another novel. Again, I had stories in my short story anthologies that coincidentally had tangential plot incidents around the Kennedy assassination. As with my first novel, I repurposed these short stories as building blocks for my new novel. Jim Brewster believed my new novel might not fit the stylings of J2B, which publishes mostly children’s and Christian books. He hooked me up with Austin Camacho. So, on September 1st my new novel… “Coincidence” …dropped. It is an historiographic metafiction novel centered by the assassination of President Johnny F. Kennedy in Dallas in 1963. My metafiction device is an all-knowing narrator who steers the narrative through flas-backs and side-stories that eventually come together in Dallas.

One reviewer referred to my novel as cheeky and that’s probably a good descriptor. I like crisp, amusing dialogue to carry much of the plot. I am not given to flowery prose, or wordy exposition. I shoot for a quick, crisp, good read. I constantly edit with the desire to reduce word count. The Kennedy Assassination details are well-known so I don’t insult my readers by overselling the well-known bits. The historical figures involved in this sad event…JFK, LBJ, Jackie, Aristotle Onassis, RFK, SR, Marilyn Monroe, Joe DiMaggio, etc…were all bigger than life. Their journeys and personalities are so incredible that the most believable characters in my novel are the fictional ones. It’s crazy.

Some might believe that I’m a little mean with many of the well-known characters. I don’t agree. These folks were so young, and alive, and vital and frisky that it’s not possible to tell a credible story about this time without capturing that element. I think my novel is actually a Valentine to those people and times. They were fascinating and historical and their warts only serve to put their distinctive selves in high relief. The book is humorous and accurate as to any historical detail not intended to be fictional. Minor historical figures have been given aliases, often the names of friends and relatives of mine. some characters and events have been conflated or tweaked, but the principal history is solid. I am very pleased with the novel.

My next novel, a police procedural to be called “Hardass,” is also going to repurpose a few of my short stories to help build the narrative. I hope to publish it in 2027.

On the eve of President John F. Kennedy’s final trip to Dallas, an irreverent narrator from the Ether begins to reveal the hidden chain of events that history never recorded. Spanning decades and weaving together Hollywood legends, political dynasties, secret affairs, and forgotten tragedies, Coincidence imagines how seemingly unrelated lives become entangled in the most infamous assassination of the twentieth century. From Joseph P. Kennedy and Gloria Swanson to Jackie Kennedy, Mary Pinchot Meyer, and the young Lee Harvey Oswald, every choice, passion, and betrayal sends ripples through time. Behind every headline lies another story, and every story hides a secret long buried. As the strands converge on November 22, 1963, the line between fate and accident begins to blur. Rich in historical detail and provocative speculation, Coincidence asks: was it really coincidence at all?

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President Kennedy huddled with Dave Powers and Kenneth O’Donnell in the sixth-floor small conference room. Secret Service agents circled unobtrusively among the men. Vice President Lyndon Johnson orbited the group, along with miscellaneous officials and politicians.

At 8:45, the assembled high muckety-mucks elevatored to the lobby and strolled into the light rain. A large crowd had assembled in the parking lot. A flatbed truck served as a makeshift stage.

After unremarkable remarks by two of the locals, President Kennedy climbed onto the flatbed with a steroid enabled limber, made more uncomfortable by his back brace. He wore no protection against the rain. He spoke without notes.

“There are no faint hearts in Fort Worth, and I appreciate you being here this morning. Mrs. Kennedy is organizing herself. It takes longer, but, of course, she looks better than we do when she does it.”

Kennedy spoke extemporaneously for five minutes congratulating Fort Worth for its contributions to America’s defense and Texas’ efforts on behalf of the Space program. His youth and easy confidence stood in stark contrast to the buttoned-up, old farts who surrounded him atop the flatbed.

The parking lot crowd applauded with, as JFK might say, great vigor. The President smiled, waved and with Dave Power’s discrete assistance eased down from the flatbed. Still on schedule, the posse of politicians, assistants and security strode to the large ballroom of the Texas Hotel for breakfast.

About the Author Jon Ketzner was born in Cumberland, Maryland in the lovely Appalachian foothills. He grew up in Baltimore then graduated from Towson University with a degree in mathematics and went on to a long career as a consulting actuary. For many years, Jon and his family lived in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania before moving back to Cumberland in 1990.

As a recovering actuary and inspired by the Maryland Writers Association’s “Notable Authors” monthly challenges, Jon decided to try his hand at writing and give his left-brain side a rest. He cites as influences: Henry Fielding, Joseph Heller, Gregory McDonald, and Tim Dorsey.

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Titan Mage Havoc and the Frigid Flame by Edie Skye – Spotlight and Giveaway

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IT’S INDIANA JONES WITH MORE ASS (and GIANT ROBOTS!)

Titan Mage Orion “Rion” Havoc has a reputation to match his name—and that’s exactly what the captain of the airship Indigo Gryphon is looking for.

The world of Haven is an adventurer’s paradise, brimming with mysterious ruins, ancient artifacts, and dangerous secret powers the Arcane Index’s combat archaeologists just can’t help but unleash. Fortunately, the Index has a protocol for that, and it involves giant mechs called titans—and their pilots, the titan mages.

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When mousy archaeologist Mery Arkady hires the Indy for an expedition to the lost city of Aeterna, Rion fully expects danger and derring-do. He even expects her to have more secrets than she’s letting on.

What he doesn’t expect is to be joined by Sanja Grimes—a rough and tumble titan mage, a vigorous partner in rank and in bed … and the one who got away.

Nor did he expect their shared academy rival Nepherik Damian Oldershaw to show up, suspiciously interested in Mery’s expedition and as vicious as he is vindictive.

Even in an adventure that takes them through monster-infested ruins, sky pirate territories, untamed jungles, and lost cities, their greatest threat might be from their own pasts.

Embark on the adventure of a lifetime with Amazon bestselling author Edie Skye in this brand-new action-adventure fantasy series. If you’ve ever said “I like the Indiana Jones movies but I wish they had more ass,” this just might be the story you’ve been waiting for.

WARNING: Titan Mage Havoc is a fun mecha fantasy adventure where the hero saves the day and gets all the girls. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)

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“We came all the way out here so you could ask her to join us. So do it.”

“It’s not the right time.”

“Why not?”

“She’s reading.”

“Do you mean to say the great Orion Havoc is being thwarted by a book?” Sevas squinted across the room. “And not even a challenging book, but a smutty adventure romance?”

“Sevas, which of us has been on zero dates, and which of us has a nightstand full of women’s calling cards?”

“Fair point, but I don’t see how you expect not talking to her to somehow result in a partnership.”

“It’s about timing; I’ve interrupted enough book girls to know that’s the first way to piss them off.”

“They still went back to the dorm with you.”

“Yeah, but only after I started reading the books so I could talk about them. Book girls are next level. It takes more than all this to entice them.” He gestured to indicate himself.

Rion wasn’t vain about his appearance, but puberty had knocked him from fat kid to a dark slab of a man. That bulk added the illusion of years to his age and made it impossible to hide in a crowd, so women noticed him whether he wanted it or not, and often licked their lips when they did it. (Not that he minded.)

“You could simply choose a partner who’s not a book girl.”

“Are you kidding? I know what kind of books those girls read.”

About the Author:

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Edie Skye wrote Titan Mage as a joke and, in doing so, discovered that while she really likes writing smart stuff, she also likes writing smut. Pretty spicy smut, too, ‘cause if you’re gonna do it, you might as well do it hard.

Specifically, she likes to spin fun (and funny) adventure fantasies about badass women and the equally badass dudes who want to do them. Vigorously. There’s action and monster-punching galore, sometimes with airships and mech upgrades, sometimes with monster girl gamers, but always with a substantial side of harem and fun-for-all-involved graphic spice. (Which is to say, it’s super NSFW. Unless your workplace is, like, really cool.)

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Me, Mom, and the Monster by Corinne Brown – Spotlight and Giveaway

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“The results of your predictive testing are here, and they show that you did inherit the gene for Huntington’s disease.”

Those words, delivered by the neurologist to 57-year-old Mae Brown, forever changed her life and the lives of her family. Me, Mom & the Monster is a soul-stirring memoir that follows the path of this farming wife, businesswoman, mother and grandmother who lived a life with a monster of a disease. Interwoven with Mae’s story is that of her third child, Corinne, whose life is intrinsically connected to her mother’s diagnosis. Told from alternating voices of Corinne and her mother, this is a candid account of the harrowing effects of living with a fatal, genetic disease. Me, Mom & the Monster captures the authenticity and vulnerability of a mother and daughter who find themselves entwined in a long dance with a neurodegenerative disease.

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MOM

“The results of your predictive testing are here, and they show that you did inherit the gene for Huntington’s disease.”

When the neurologist says those words to me and my husband, my heart drops to my feet, and I feel my breath leave my body. Although I had tried to be hopeful throughout this whole process, I am not entirely surprised by the outcome. Still, I immediately feel defeated and devastated. My shoulders slump, and I suddenly feel much older than my fifty-seven years. I look at my husband, sixty-eight years old. This is going to tarnish his golden years.

In the distance, I can faintly hear the doctor say some other words. I can hear a clock ticking, which seems loud to me. My husband is asking questions, but all I can focus on is the irrepressible image of my life unravelling. I wonder what the months and years will bring. When will it start? How severe will my symptoms be? How will my family cope? The annihilating assault of questions press non-stop in my brain.

The words are out there now; there is no going back. That one devastating sentence will change the trajectory of my life. My first thoughts are of my children—three daughters and a son—not only that they will have to watch the disease progress in their mother, but that they also might have the malicious gene. The guilt is immense, and I feel its monumental heaviness instantly. Please, I pray, don’t let any of them have this. How can I live with the weight of the guilt that they will now be at risk because of my genes?

About the Author
Corinne was 10-years old when she told her teacher that when she grew up, she was going to be an author. A few decades may have passed since then, but the author dream was realized with the publication of her debut novel, Me, Mom & the Monster in the summer of 2026.

Corinne, a native Newfoundlander, grew up surrounded by books, newspapers and magazines. Her environment must have had some impact since she graduated from Memorial University of Newfoundland with a Bachelor of Arts and then went on to pursue a Journalism diploma at Mount Royal University in Calgary, Alberta.

Although her initial intention was to write fiction, Corinne says the story of Me, Mom & the Monster needed to be told first. She says sharing the intimate story of being part of a Huntington’s disease family opened the space for other ideas.

When she isn’t creating characters, and envisioning scenes and scenarios, she finds comfort in being outside. She lives in Surrey, British Columbia, Canada where she is continuously adding to her To Be Read stack and where she is currently writing her second book.

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Cold Hands by Daniela Alibrandi – Spotlight and Giveaway

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In Rome, the past never stays buried for long. When a dangerous man, Cold Hands, is released from psychiatric detention and quietly returns to the city, Commissioner Rosco and his team are drawn into a shadowy investigation where old crimes, hidden grudges, and new threats begin to intertwine. Beneath the surface of ordinary lives, secrets fester in hospital wards, along the Tiber, and in the darkest corners of the capital. Seemingly unrelated crimes gradually intertwine within a hypnotic, subterranean world of hidden Rome, mysterious lakes and ancient legends, revealing a larger pattern that is difficult to recognize. As tensions rise, Rosco must protect the fragile happiness he has finally found while facing a menace that knows how to wait, watch, and strike. Atmospheric, gripping, and rich in psychological tension, Cold Hands is a suspense novel set in a Rome of buried memories and lurking danger.
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Who will read the novel will discover the unbelievable seductive settings, on the shores of Rome’s underground lakes, in which a disturbed mind stalks its prey. They will enjoy this important step in the overall journey of the work, which intertwines serial crimes with murders of a different nature, even with the ancient legends that abound in the Eternal City.

Through the MultiDimensionCrime approach, the novel invites readers to enter a world where atmosphere, emotions, and events become almost tangible, entering the mind of the killer, the desperation of the victims, while investigating with the squad in increasing twists and suspense. The novel, set in the Eighties, is also published as an Extended Book, an innovative publishing format experienced by Morellini Editore, that enhances the reading experience. By scanning the QR code printed on the back cover, readers can explore the locations featured in the story, immerse themselves in its atmospheric world, and listen to a curated soundtrack of 1980s music that brings the novel’s setting to life. A journey that doesn’t end with the last page!

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After watching the body vanish beneath the still waters, Cold Hands hurried back. He locked the gate with the padlock and, after making sure not a soul was at the tunnel’s exit, he shut the heavy iron door. The keys were in the dead man’s pockets. Another piece of evidence for the investigators: the orderly had gone down alone, for some mysterious reason.

He climbed the ramp and called the elevator, which, luckily, was free. Everything had gone off without a hitch, and he managed to slip inside before anyone appeared in the corridor—someone was pushing a noisy cart just then. As the doors closed, he caught a glimpse of the iron frame destined for the morgue. He pressed the button for his floor, and the elevator ride went uninterrupted. He stepped out and ducked quickly into the ward bathroom, unseen. He tore the document into tiny shreds, flushed them down the toilet, and went to wash his hands. Only then did a nurse enter.

“Ah, there you are! What brings you to this bathroom? Isn’t yours good enough?” the nurse joked. “Come on, I was looking for you for therapy.”

Cold Hands smiled and followed her.

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this, but it doesn’t matter. I wanted justice, and in some way, I got it—even if it should have been me to give you death, not him. And I would have done it looking you in the eyes, to remind you what became of her.

About the Author Daniela Alibrandi is the author of successful thrillers and noirs in Italy and abroad. She was born in Rome, and lived and studied in the United States. In her professional life, she has been involved in cultural exchanges within the Council of Europe and the European Union. With her seventeen published novels, a Trilogy, an Anthology of short stories and seven English editions she is a prominent figure in the Italian literary scene. Her writings have often been featured in national newspapers and literary columns on RAI Italian television and radio broadcasts. The author, always present with her novels in the most important national bookfairs, has also won several national literary awards and the 2022 Women Art Week Award for her literary career. Some of her Italian editions are present in Harvard and Yale libraries as well as in New York Public Library.

For years and from various sources, such as literary critics and reviewers, this author’s style has been defined as multidimensional, until it was officialized as MultiDimensionCrime (Acronym MDCrime). A reading experience that forges imagination in a multi-dimensional way. In the complex and intertwined plots of her novels, which lead to sudden and unexpected twists, the characteristics of different strands are harmoniously blended. The reader follows the investigation to solve a murder and at the same time he amazingly enters the mind of the killer, reasoning alongside him, preparing the crime with him, and even partaking in the victims’ despair and terror. All in a growing suspense, both during the narration and in the final pages, when the reader often has to question all the beliefs he has developed during the reading. The settings the author chooses as well as the atmospheres are always amazing and palpable.

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My Take on Critique Groups by Beth Ford – Guest Post and Giveaway

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My Take on Critique Groups

As a writer, putting yourself out there by letting someone else read your work can feel scary, especially the first time you do it. It’s like revealing your heart’s deepest desire for critique. However, critique groups are an absolutely necessary part of the process.

I’ve participated in a number of critique groups over the years. Some have lasted only as long as a writing retreat, some have hung on locally for several months, and some have maintained themselves over Zoom for years. All are valuable.

Critiques are also incredibly useful not just for the feedback you get on your own work but for the process of crafting and listening to critiques of other people’s works. Like many things in life, it’s often easier to see the flaws in someone else’s work than your own. Often, you can also draw parallels between the other piece being critiqued and your own. If a group offers an insight to someone else’s work around dialog, for example, you might recall that the next time you’re writing a dialog heavy scene, or it might even prompt you to revise a scene you’ve been struggling with.

As is the case with other forms of critique from beta readers, editors, etc., part of the challenge is knowing how to respond. Of course, you should always try to accept critique with grace rather than be defensive, as difficult as that can feel. But some of the hardest work comes after the critique, when you have to make a plan for revisions.

When I receive feedback, I generally read through it all first. I might make some initial notes to myself, but I don’t act yet. I let it sit for a couple of weeks. During that time, while I might actively be working on another project, my brain is often spending its downtime working on the problem of how to address the critique so answers start to emerge.

One thing to keep in mind is that you don’t have to address everything. It’s your book and if a point of feedback doesn’t fit with your vision, then disregard it, though you should try to articulate the reason why to make sure it’s not just because you refuse to kill your darlings. If multiple people have provided similar feedback, though, you should think about it carefully. Sometimes, even if you don’t agree with the specific feedback or the solution they’ve proposed, the critique is highlighting an underlying problem. Make sure you understand the underlying problem before discarding the feedback.

I’ll give you an example. The very first book I wrote (which remains unpublished), had an opening line from the main character’s first-person point of view that mentioned him struggling with a duvet. Many people, including agents and editors, told me they assumed the character was a woman based on that first line. How ignorant, I thought! How sexist! Until I asked a non-writer friend what he thought about the line after reading the first few pages, and he said, “I know because it’s mentioned first it must be important so I should pay attention to it.” That was a thunderbolt moment. I realized that what everyone had actually been trying to tell me was that they were struggling to attach meaning to something that I didn’t think was terribly important. That revelation forced me to change the opening sentence so the duvet didn’t have such prominence.

Critique groups are essential part of a writer’s life. You may have to try out a few before you find one that works for you, but don’t be afraid to put yourself out there!

Cassie Woods yearns to be a real journalist. But in 1880s New York City, her only assignments are women’s interest stories. Until, that is, a cookbook author she’s meant to interview goes missing and Cassie finds herself in the midst of a police investigation involving one of the city’s major crime families. Surly but handsome Detective O’Neill threatens repercussions to her career if she continues to interfere. Will Cassie get in over her head or will she save the day and solve the mystery?

This collection contains seven connected stories, each centered on an exciting new case for Cassie to solve while navigating the highs and lows of her relationship with Detective O’Neill.

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“A lady reporter?” the policeman at the front desk asked her. “Are you serious?”

“Quite serious, I assure you.” She pointed at the card he held in his hand.

“Anyone could have these printed.”

“Are you going to let me talk to the detective who’s investigating her case or not?”

The man scowled, making his bushy blond eyebrows meet in the middle. Without a word, he walked through a door and out of sight. He returned a few minutes later followed by a fortyish man with strong cheekbones and striking green eyes. The first policeman returned to his duties at the front desk while his handsome superior continued into the lobby. Cassie turned her most charming smile on him.

“Are you the detective?”

“I can’t have reporters interfering in my case.” He spoke in a rough Irish brogue.

Her face fell. Clearly this man was not one to be charmed. “I’m merely asking for information.”

“What does the News Desk want with this story anyway? And why send you?”

“I’m the women’s editor—”

“Women are reading missing persons cases now, are they?”

“I’m simply trying to ascertain where the investigation currently stands. Mr. Walker’s lawyer—”

“What lawyer has he got?”

“Mr. Greene—”

The detective harrumphed. “No good swindler, that one.”

“I’m sure such a description applies to many lawyers you encounter, Mr.…”

The man glared at her. “O’Neill.”

About the Author: Beth Ford writes historical and time travel stories that transport you in time. She is the author of the novels In the Times of Spirits, Love Between Times, Love Across Time, and After the Spirits Come: A Continuation of Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. She also writes the Cassie Woods, Reporter historical mystery romance novella series. Her work has also appeared in a variety of literary journals. She lives in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

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Unladylike by Regina Louise – Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Regina Louise will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Unladylike: A Mythopoetic Reclamation of Love is a lyrical collection of poetry and prose exploring love, survival, embodiment, and the journey of returning to the self. Blending literary poetry with personal reflection, Regina Louise examines relationships, identity, trauma, healing, and the process of reclaiming one’s voice after loss and betrayal.

Through intimate poems and essays, Unladylike maps the emotional terrain between heartbreak and self-discovery, inviting readers into a deeply human exploration of resilience, self-love, and personal transformation. Her work speaks to readers interested in emotional healing, spiritual growth, women’s voices, and the reclamation of dignity through storytelling and creative expression.

Rooted in mythopoetic inquiry and lived experience, this collection moves through memory, desire, grief, and repair, offering language for those navigating change, recovery, and the search for meaning. Unladylike is both an artistic work and an invitation-to witness oneself honestly and to return to what was always there.

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Teeth Jewelry

I didn’t take it lying down—
my legs spread eagle, leaking,
like a broke-back Aphrodite,
or Erzulie Freda dispossessed of her longing.

The way you uninvited me
to the wedding—
I’d planned for two months to attend.

Fresh out of a group home,
I was certain I would arrive.
I showed up at your front door.
My hair set in Jada curls—
edges swooped in,
baby hairs laid down—
two hours under a hot-ass dryer
to get them right.

Your brother answered,
fraudulence jutting from his eyes,
said you weren’t home. Yet.
What about the black and champagne
Bentley in your driveway?
Your hubcapped feet, your only wheels.
It belonged to the girl from Baldwin Hills.
Eyes same color as mine.
Her daddy was a doctor.
Yours ran a dojo.

I took my financial aid money,
got myself a crepe de chine
Norma Kamali mini dress—
on sale, sale, sale at I. Magnin.
Fishnet pantyhose.

My first manicure—
to dig desolation from beneath
my dirty fingernails,
just to look respectable.

In pointed-toe flats,

I kicked and scratched my way
through the door,
two stairs at a time.

I followed my knowing into your lair.
My right hook, a javelin.
I threw a punch at your face—
a black belt trophy, barely missed.
You were fifth degree.

My jaw dislocated instantly
from the butt of your palm.

She ran for her life.
I ran into your fury.
And then—
my skin tore
you bit my face,
my arms,
the tops of my hands,
my wrists
my neck,
my bicep,

my shoulders,
the soles of my hands.

Clad in a blusa campesina,
a peasant shirt, off-the-shoulder,
in technicolor—my flesh on parade
fresh with the imprint of your
Central, lateral incisors.
Canines.

I returned to my social work theory seminar.

I wore your teeth jewelry
like a queen.

A gypsy skirt sashayed my hips.

I wore ankle bracelets
with fake gold coins
and fabricated seashells.

Everyone heard me coming.

I returned from Spring Break
baptized in a pain so exquisite,
one might mistake it
or all of who I was.

No matter.

I got my licks in, too.
Not just for me—
but for Tina Turner.
And all the rest of us
who stayed—
wired to do so.

About the Author Regina Louise is a poet, writer, teacher, speaker, executive coach, whose work explores the intersection of memory, belonging, identity, and emotional liberation. The author of three books—two of which have been adapted for film: Somebody’s Someone, Someone Has Led This Child to Believe and Permission Granted: Kick Ass Strategies to Bootstrap your Way to Unconditional Self-Love—she has spent more than three decades helping people transform adversity into authorship through story, self-inquiry, and radical compassion.

A senior teacher with the Hoffman Process, Regina is known for guiding profound conversations about restoring dignity, resilience, attachment, and the art of becoming fully oneself. Whether on stage, in classrooms, behind a microphone, or in intimate workshop settings, she invites audiences to reimagine the stories that have shaped their lives and discover the freedom that awaits beyond them.

Her forthcoming collection, Unladylike: A Mythopoetic Reclamation of Love (September 2026), marks her debut poetry collection. Blending poetry, lyrical prose, and aphoristic reflections, it is a fearless meditation on love, loss, self-possession, and the sacred work of returning home to oneself.

Regina Louise lives in California, where she continues to write, teach, and create work that honors the transformative power of language to restore dignity, deepen connection, and reclaim what has always belonged to us.

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From the Depths of the Stars by C.D. Clark – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Jordan Blue works to survive on the oppressive, corporate colony world, Shoar. A random, near-fatal encounter puts her in the company of Kuvett, a space faring creature of the stars. While Jordan tries to figure out the inscrutable Cosmari, Kuvett sneaks about the dilapidated Outskirts to find out just what happened to the planet, what secrets the impenetrable Meritopolis hides, and why it is there.

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“What is, then?” Kuvett challenged her with a hardened stare. “Complete obsequiousness to a faceless, parasitic organization that takes and only takes? Or exchanging your very life for security and the mockery of one?”

Jordan clenched her fists as tears spilled, unafraid of the danger she felt herself in. “That’s easy for you to say. You can fly around anywhere and everywhere. I can’t. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.”

Kuvett folded her arms. “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you really want to leave?” Kuvett inclined her head to the balcony as if to invite Jordan to fly away somewhere else.

“Of course, I do,” Jordan responded as she turned and leaned against the wall beside the doorway, “but I can’t. I just can’t.” Her protests grew more silent as she slid down to the floor and hugged her knees.

With a quiet sigh, Kuvett unfurled herself and floated past Jordan. She looked down, disappointed and agitated. “Then you won’t.”

Jordan peeked through her knees and scowled between tears. “Get out.” Her lip quivered as she turned away, hiding her face behind her arms.

Without another word, Kuvett made her way to the main room. Jordan did not try to stop Kuvett as she opened the doorway to the balcony, leaving the carcass. Jordan closed her eyes and sobbed as the only friend she had made left her alone. Again.

About the Author: From his youngest days, C.D. Clark has always loved stories and the worlds they could take him to. His writing career began with original, fan-based fiction which led to his passion for writing. Over the past twenty-five years, C.D. Clark has developed his craft, all the while celebrating his successes and reveling in any spectacular failures, using them as learning experiences. Ever eager to learn, he continues leaping towards the future while creating fantastic new worlds and passing along poignant messages through his books.

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