Why I Write by Lili Naghdi – Spotlight and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Lili Naghdi will be awarding a $50 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Why I write?

I think I love to be a story teller to begin with. While reading books and novels gives you the chance to travel to the other countries, communities and getting to know different cultures and familiarize yourself with different worlds, writing opens another door for you. Words will become alive while you use them to create your story. Fact or fiction, if you think that’s time to express yourself in any way just by writing, then in my opinion, that’s what you need to do and that’s what I did! Writing for me felt like having a deep, relaxing mediation. I never felt tired and in fact, I felt more energized after I finished writing chapters after chapters. I, myself, wanted to know where the story was taking me, and what would happen next. As if I was part of my own story. I cried with my characters, I lived with them through all their hardships, triumphs and I tried to reflect the feelings they experienced through my sentences. I work very closely with people daily and I try to connect to them during my consultations to be able to help them as much as I can. By now I know that I can never judge people if I want to be able to help them and I also need to help them not to judge themselves unfairly. Most of the time I feel that we all try to take care of our shells or in other words, how we look from outside by ignoring our inner being and trying so hard to hide broken and shattered human beings existing inside our shells. I really wanted to write about experiences I had as a physician trying to shed lights on the real fears, hopes and challenges of real people by intertwining all in a love story. We are all human beings with unique experiences in life, but what makes us interested in following a love story is that we too have been affected by emotional changes. We would like to explore emotions through others and learn from it, even experience emotions with those fictional characters. People’s attention can be drawn to important facts if those facts or realities are delicately woven into an enticing love story. Self-awareness and self-scrutiny are essential for us to achieve personal growth and happiness in life, so I tried to focus on this reality through creating Rose’s character and her life journey. The main female character of On Loving, Rose, experiences a variety of challenges on her journey and shares her deep emotions all through the story with the reader. She shows how connecting deeply to her feminine side as a woman does not weaken her as a person; in fact, it makes her a better, stronger human being and enables her to connect to her surroundings in a more beautiful, fulfilling way.

In 1972, Dr. Rose Hemmings has just finished her general surgery residency when a haunted stranger is shot in front of her in a New York City bar, and their lives become forever intertwined. And when, having been given the blessing of her adoptive father on his deathbed, Rose travels to prerevolutionary Iran to discover the past her American family kept secret from her, she finds a true Pandora’s box. It is a world both foreign and familiar, in which her primary place is as the heiress to a great tribe. In Iran, Rose will find family she never dreamed of, her own people, and a man who loves her as passionately as he does the rare black roses of his garden. She will return to the United States carrying a new secret and torn between two men: the one she loves helplessly, and the one who loves her unconditionally.

Woven throughout with Persian poetry ancient and modern, On Loving is the story of one woman’s lifetime of love and loss, of societal change in a nomadic people, and of overcoming personal challenges, including mental and physical health, to find true contentment. Above all, it is a story of love: its physiology, psychology and philosophy; the many forms it takes; its myths and truths; its challenges, its joys and its gifts.

Enjoy an Excerpt

It was a beautiful late spring afternoon in Paris, and I decided to stroll down the streets of this lovely city as much as I could, to calm my nerves after that emotional talk.

Walking at a slow pace, through the charming cobbled passages and tree-lined avenues of the mesmerizing City of Love, I easily found my way to the Café de la Rotonde, my favorite café to spend time in whenever I’m in Paris. I love being in bustling Montparnasse, where Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Picasso and many others took their coffee breaks many years ago. Sitting there, I always feel that I can hear their voices or even smell in the air the tobacco they smoked. Being a huge fan of literature and art since childhood, being in that environment for even a few minutes often led me to think how it might feel to create a masterwork or to write something as captivating as they once did.

I was about to sip my coffee when a young woman sitting at the table close to mine suddenly left in a rush, forgetting her newspaper and cellphone.

“Excusez-moi, madame?” I took the newspaper and phone and followed her, hoping to catch up before she completely disappeared in the crowd, but it was too late.

Back at my seat and handed the phone to the waiter while glancing at the newspaper’s front page:

Des millions de la Reine Soraya Esfandiari-Bakhtiari iront à la charité

“Queen Soraya Esfandiari-Bakhtiari’s millions go to charity”

I quickly asked the waiter to let me keep the paper.

I sat on my chair, staring at the title again. I felt as if I had stumbled on a familiar face, as if I knew her intimately. I touched her photo: her beautiful eyes, her lovely smile. Everything about her was unique, even thirteen years after her death in Paris in 2001.

Then, shaking inside, I read the report.

Princess Soraya Esfandiari-Bakhtiari, born in the city of Isfahan in 1932 to an Iranian father from the well-known Bakhtiari family and his German wife, had died childless back in 2001. But now a court in Germany had ruled that because her brother, who lived there, had died before settlement was finished, her entire $6 million estate should be divided among the three charities she’d chosen — the Red Cross, a group that worked for animal protection and a disabled rights group. The article talked about her time as queen, her beauty, her stunning emerald eyes and how she’d be known as the “Princess with the sad eyes” after the last king of Iran, Mohammad-Reza Pahlavi, divorced her in 1958 for not producing an heir. Yet much of her wealth had come from jewellery he had gifted her; he loved her deeply.

Wait a second!

I quickly wiped the tears that ran down my face, trying to stay calm. But it wasn’t the deceased former queen I was mourning. It was my own past, surging up from beneath the dust that had covered it for years, that made me so emotional. The former queen’s distinctive name and her story reminded me painfully of the love I had shared in my heart for many years, the love that had changed my destiny in so many ways.

Drenched in cold sweat, I rested my forehead on the newspaper, feeling the hard table beneath it.

Life is so mystifying. After all these years … The gracious Queen Soraya … my distant relative! We shared genes, ancestors … I know … I know well the very place she was born in, I’ve been there — Isfahan, the ancient city of Isfahan, City of Roses … city of my own beautiful black roses!

I felt like I was choking and struggled to breathe. I needed fresh air. I put money on the table and rushed out of the café.

About the AuthorLili Naghdi is an Iranian Canadian physician who was born and raised in Tehran. She continued her education and research after moving to Canada with her husband and daughter in 1996. Today she practices family medicine in Vaughan, Ontario, with particular interests in women’s and mental health. Being a family physician gives her the privilege of connecting with patients and participating in their care with a deeper understanding of the physical, emotional and social adversities they face. Interacting with people of many different backgrounds has also provided Dr. Naghdi with the opportunity to grow as a person, a physician and an author.

Growing up in pre- and post-revolutionary Iran, Lili became fascinated by the magical realm of literature, poetry and history. She began collecting prized quotations at the young age of eight. Dr. Naghdi has written poetry and short stories in both Farsi and English, but she eventually followed William Wordsworth’s advice to “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” and turned to fiction.

On Loving is her first novel. Inspired by both the ordinary people she has the honor to support and by the great literature of Persia and the world — from Hafez to Forugh Farrokhzad and from John Steinbeck to Margaret Mitchell — Dr. Naghdi passionately agrees with Boris Pasternak, whose Yuri Zhivago is a physician and patriotic poet, when he writes: “Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.”

Website | Goodreads | Facebook | Instagram
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/reviews/books/1130591456?ean=9781999497002

Buy the book at Barnes and Noble or Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

That is the reason; this generic viagra Facts about generic viagra has taken its place automatically replacing the market of viagra. generic viagra is made by an Indian company that is named as Ajanta Pharma. According to a study by the medical journal Urology, ED sufferers can get a sigh of relief as many treatment approaches are available. cialis canadian pharmacy For more effects you should be sexually viagra online from india videoleadspro.com stimulated. We can call this God, Universal viagra 50mg canada Intelligence, Great Spirit, or Source.

Finding My Voice by Maya Tyler – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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

Finding My Voice

The hardest part about writing was… finding my voice. Every story has been written before or so the saying goes. How can I differentiate my work from the countless authors that came before me?

After years of practice, I feel like I’m finally coming into my own voice. I’ve always been pleased with my technical use of language—grammar, semantics, etc—but it is only when you are truly comfortable, you can bend, and even break, the rules, letting your individuality shine. In every book I write, I find renewed confidence in who I am as a writer. I gain the trust of my characters which expands my capacity to fully convey their experiences to the reader.

How can you find your writing voice? I think it has more to do with you personally than your reader. Your voice is developed through writing practice and experimentation, reading other authors, and defining why and how you want to write. Your voice reflects who you are as a person.

Although I am multi-published, I still find sharing my work a highly personal experience. Whether my reader realizes it or not, my stories are often about me, providing a glimpse into my psyche. Yet, I write fiction and can mold reality into a fictionalized version. In that way, it’s less obvious what is actually real and what is not. Sometimes, I have to reread my work several times before the parts of my life are revealed.

I am constantly growing as a person and as a writer. I imagine my voice will keep maturing as I continue trekking on my writing journey.

Dreams or duty?

Wizard apprentice Kurtis Warde doesn’t want to become a full-fledged wizard, but he feels obligated to his grandfather who raised him. Making The Choice, whether or not to become a wizard and join The Circle, doesn’t feel like a choice at all. Leaving The Circle would give Kurtis the freedom to follow his own dreams, and to pursue vampiress, Dee, who has always intrigued him. He knows there’s more to Dee than the icy being she portrays, but will she give him a chance to know the real her?

There is unrest in the magical world. Fairies, a magical being thought to be long extinct, still exist. And the long-time feud between wizards and fairies threatens everyone Kurtis cares about, including his life coach, Alina, who has quickly become a close friend. And perhaps more. He discovers his connection to the ancient beings The Annunaki, the ancestors of wizards and fairies, may be key to the future. The more he uncovers, the more questions he has.

Will Kurtis choose to follow his heart or risk sacrificing his own happiness for peace in the magical world?

Enjoy an Excerpt

“Waldor.” Emotion—relief and love—flooded Kurtis’ voice. He released the breath he’d unconsciously held, scanning Waldor for obvious injury.

“I’m in one piece, Kurtis.” Waldor pushed past him to unlock the cottage. “You can quit being a fusspot.”

Kurtis chuckled at Waldor’s mock irritation, unfazed by his grandfather’s gruff ways. They didn’t need to exchange words to know how relieved they both were for the other’s safety.

Waldor filled the kettle and, a moment later, the sound of a cheery whistle blasted from the small kitchen. Kurtis joined Waldor at the table. They sat in silence, wrapping their large hands around mugs of steaming tea.

“The kind of potent brew you need after a night like this to settle your thoughts.”

Kurtis grunted in response.

“What’s on your mind, my boy?”

What do I tell Waldor? Conflicted thoughts swirled around in his brain. Am I really that transparent?

Waldor smiled as if he knew all Kurtis’ secrets. “I know you. I raised you from a little baby.”

“I know.” He scowled, guilt gnawing at the lining in his stomach. How can I tell him? How can I break his heart? Like my father.

Waldor took his time to sip his tea as if waiting for Kurtis to open up.

Will I ever have the courage to leave? He cast a mournful eye around the small cottage, the only home he’d ever known. “Where is my father? Do you know?”

Waldor recoiled, looking like he’d been punched in the gut. “I don’t know.”

What do you know? What are you keeping from me? Kurtis paused before asking his next question, torn between his aversion to causing Waldor pain and desire for finding answers. “Do you know…Who is my mother?”

Something akin to fear, shame perhaps, lurked in Waldor’s eyes. He focused his intense gaze on Kurtis. “Yes.”

About the AuthorMaya Tyler is a multi-published author of paranormal romance novels and blogger at Maya’s Musings (https://mayatylerauthor.blogspot.com/). An avid reader, Maya writes the books she loves to read—romances! She still believes that “True Love’s Kiss” is the most powerful thing in the world. Her paranormal romances come with complex plot twists and happily-ever-afters.
When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, listening to music (alternative rock, especially from the 1990s), practicing yoga, and watching movies and TV.

Maya loves to hear from fellow authors and readers! Please connect with her through social media (see links below) or the contact form on her website.

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram | Contact Form

Buy A Vampire’s Tale at Amazon, Smashwords, iBooks, Kobo, or Barnes and Noble.

Buy A Wizard’s Choice at Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

There has been a lot of discussion regarding viagra price cute-n-tiny.com syndrome X in terms of diabetic risk factors. Spinal cord is very sensitive and it can meet an canada cialis levitra injury very easily. Nowadays, there are a sheer number of people who have been making use of such chemical pharmaceuticals as Finasteride (marketed as Propecia) and brand cialis Minoxidil. The presence of this powerful substance assures the erection oriented treatment. viagra free

Writing Vices That Haunt Me by Alice Gilmore – Guest Blog and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Writing Vices That Haunt Me

It is sometimes difficult to get started in the morning, to actually apply your rear to the chair in front of the desk and write. Several famous writers have said in answer to the question, ‘What is the most difficult thing about writing/’ ‘To apply the bum to the chair daily.’ Perhaps the most important word in that sentence is ‘daily’. If you don’t do it daily nothing gets finished.

Well, in my short time as a writer on this book (my memoir), the hard thing for me has been the opposite: how to stop the words running away with me. My first discovery as I read over what I have written is that the sentences are endless, with sub-clauses and asides that leave me gasping for comprehension and looking back through the last few lines for the verb in the sentence – and often the subject and object. I have to go through everything and break it up into short – well, shorter anyway – sentences, which actually means a complete re-write. Thank God for the modern computer when you can just juggle words, delete them, cut and paste, and produce a clear, legible finish, as well as it making sense.

But it is not only the sentences that run away with me, it is the adjectives and adverbs (a dying breed). I read through my first draft and find some nouns preceded by a whole string of adjectives and every action seems that it must have its adverb. It was Ernest Hemingway, I believe, who said writing consisted of cutting out the adjectives. Ernest Hemingway and many others. I have just read through what I have written above and counted fifteen adjectives and three adverbs. I claim that if you cut any one of them you would change the meaning of that sentence. I have already deleted the superfluous ones.

Another vice that I have discovered in me is being too kind in my descriptions of certain people and effusive over their characters. I wonder if that is because I know them all personally and subliminally remove the warts because I love them? Or is it a sentimental streak in my writing or perhaps in my recall. Anyway, I have gone through the text and tried to be ruthless about everyone, except perhaps my children, who didn’t ask to be cast in my confession. After all, it was written for them, not to dissect them.

The cure for all of the above is ruthless editing. I have taken more time in going over and over this book than I did to write the first version or draft.

Few, if anyone, could have had a life like Alice Gilmore. It was almost unbelievable yet carried on under the cover of a respectable middle-class existence.

You might strongly disapprove of what she did, but Alice was determined. She overcame insurmountable obstacles to keep the love she longed for.

Her single-minded fight to live out her love makes a gripping, riveting story that one eminent literary person called ‘staggeringly readable’. It is shocking. Her methods will upset some, but are you with her or against her? Your decision.

This is no misery memoir. It’s a story told with joy, wit and fervour – the astonishing story of the overwhelming love Alice Gilmour was determined to live out.

Enjoy an Excerpt

The taxi took me to the student pub at the university. I went in and found a seat at the end of the bar where I could have my back to the wall and watch what went on without it being obvious that I was doing just that. In fact I sat side on to the wall, using the mirrors behind the bar. The place was quite quiet when I sat down but soon filled up. It was the favourite drinking haunt of most students because the beer was very cheap and they could take a good deal on board before going on to a disco or meal later. I looked like someone waiting for her date to turn up, except that I hadn’t realized just how much I stood out in that crowd of untidy garish youngsters. I looked infinitely more sophisticated and quite a bit older. If someone had come up to me and asked me what the hell I was doing in a joint like this I wouldn’t have been surprised. I soon spotted my prey, a six-foot, fair-haired athletic-looking boy in trainers, jeans and tee shirt. He was not nineteen, I knew, a first-year student. I wanted him as young as possible. David had researched him thoroughly, almost intrusively, and probably illegally: brilliant A levels, excellent entrance papers, a keen and talented sportsman, no known allergies or poor family health history, good looking and popular. I wanted the father of our child to be as perfect as possible.

About the Author:If you want to know about my life and background read this book. I can scarcely add to what I have written about myself in there. I earnestly hope that the rest of my life is too uneventful to even consider writing anything else, I am no novelist. The life I have described was full enough and rich enough for me. God knows what I would come out with if I had to invent. If you find you need a good chef I shall consider anything not too energetic – which rules out most jobs in the kitchen.

Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter

Buy the book at Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, or Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway
A man starts getting harder in the bed and achieving more sexual pleasure in the bed, low sexual desire can take a toll. viagra pfizer achat As the penis gets erect the arteries and veins in the penis and help the sex organ expand to its full length buy tadalafil uk and breadth. Often the main cause of marital discord between couples stems from their inability to have physical delight with the lady. buying viagra from india King, Deborah. “The Changing Shape of Leadership.” Educational Leadership 59, 8 (May 2002): see this link now commander viagra 12-15.

The Fixer Upper by Maggie Mae Gallagher – Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Maggie Mae Gallagher will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

 

Abby Callier is more in love with Shakespearean heroes than any real man, and she’s beginning to wonder if there is life for her outside the pages of a book. It doesn’t help that her esteemed parents tend to view her as they would one of their science experiments gone wrong. On the eve of finishing her dissertation, she escapes her staid existence to live in the house she inherited from her Great Aunt Evie in the small town of Echo Springs, Colorado. Because, let’s face it, when a woman starts comparing her life to horror films, it might be time for a break.

Sheriff Nate Barnes believes in law and order and carefully building the life you want. In his spare time, he has been remodeling his house in the hope that one day it will be filled with the family he makes. But Nate doesn’t like drama or complications and tends to avoid them at all costs. And yet, when Miss Abigail Callier, his newest neighbor, beans him with a nine iron, he can’t help but wonder if she might just be the complication he’s been searching for all along. It doesn’t hurt that he discovers a journal hidden away by the previous tenant and decides to use Old Man Turner’s advice to romance Abby into his life.

Abby never expected her next-door neighbor, the newly dubbed Sheriff Stud Muffin, to be just the distraction her world needed. The problem is she doesn’t know whether she should make Echo Springs her home, or if this town is just a stopover point in her life’s trajectory. And she doesn’t want to tell Nate that she might not be sticking around—even though she should because it’s the right thing to do, the honest thing—because then all the scintillatingly hot kisses with the Sheriff will come to an abrupt halt. Did she mention that he’s a really great kisser?

Enjoy an Excerpt

Abby opened the door to two delivery men wearing Styman and Sons logos on their polos. Greg Styman Junior and Teddy Styman were the sons part of the company. They were both relatively attractive guys in a down-home Mayberry type of way, and were young—far, far too young. While Abby might be nearing her twenty-ninth birthday, these two reminded her of students—fresh-faced, with that innocent wide-eyed wonder of youth that people tended to lose by their mid-twenties.

One of the things that had drawn her to the local appliance shop, instead of heading into Denver and one of those big-box stores to make her purchase, had been their willingness to haul away the old freezer free of charge. Styman and Sons would strip it and refurbish any of the old parts that weren’t rusted or still viable and resell them online. It made Abby feel like she was doing something good for the environment because the whole thing wouldn’t end up in a landfill.

Abby was standing on her porch, watching the two guys pull her handy-dandy new deepfreeze from the truck, when she was flattened.

She’d barely had time to issue an umphff before she was on her back on the ivory wooden porch, a hulking brute covered in dark black fur towering over her. She lay on her back, trying to assess the damage as a large, wet, pink tongue slobbered over her face. From this angle, she could tell there were a few parts of the roof overhang that needed to be fixed before winter arrived.

Her hands slid into the soft, short fur, attempting to move the massive beast as it said hello with an almost rabid enthusiasm. Abby would have had better luck moving one of the fourteen footers nearby.

“Rufus, stupid mutt, get off her.” Abby heard the deep baritone filled with abject horror.

Rufus, the mammoth Great Dane, listened about as well as a toddler playing with his favorite toy and, instead of moving off her, decided he really wanted to cuddle and lie on top of her. Her breath whooshed out of her again at the dog’s impressive weight. He had to outweigh her by twenty pounds.

“Jesus, Rufus.” Nate Barnes tugged and yanked the hulking beast of a dog off Abby’s prone form. Rufus seemed to think that meant Nate wanted to play and wrestle around. They skirmished on her porch for a minute or so, until Rufus spied a rabbit and took off after the poor creature.

She was starting to push herself up, mentally assessing the damage, when Nate held out a hand to her, a mask of apology adding a deep line to his furrowed brow. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right? He’s harmless, really. The lamebrain just thinks he’s more of a lap dog and doesn’t realize how big he is.”

Abby felt a few brain cells faint as she accepted his help, placing her hand in his much longer one, noticing that the fingers were rough with calluses.

“It’s okay,” she said as she gained her feet, only to be shocked—and a little turned on—as he ran his hands over her, checking for injuries. As much as she tried to rationalize that it was a police-style frisking, a low burn ignited in her belly. Before she did something entirely stupid, like invite him in where he could give her body a private inspection, she batted his hands away. “No harm done. He seems like a big lover.”

Nate smiled sheepishly as he retreated a step, and it did nothing to lessen his impact.

She almost sawed her tongue in half. See? I shouldn’t talk to people, ever. Especially not after Sheriff Stud Muffin put his hands all over her. The action had short-wired and fried her brain, leading to her precarious foot-in-mouth disease. As if he knew she had been talking about him, Rufus loped back up her porch, making a beeline directly for her or, better yet, her crotch, as he planted his wet nose there by way of greeting.

“Rufus, get off her. Jesus, I’m sorry. He’s normally not like this,” Nate explained, more than a little flummoxed and embarrassed as he tried to yank him off.

It was nice to know the guy was human. After their initial and rather violent meeting, she’d wondered if he was a superhero in disguise. She had hit him with the golf club with her full force and the guy had barely flinched.

About the Author:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Website | Facebook | Instagram | Goodreads | Twitter | Amazon Author Page | BookBub Author Page

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Mae Gallagher!

The Fixer Upper

https://amzn.to/2kmZHUm

The Mystic Series

REMEMBER ME
CASKET GIRL

The Cantati Chronicles

RUPTURED
ANOINTED
ASCENDED

And if you like your romance with a bit of spice and kink be sure to check out Maggie Mae Gallagher writing as Anya Summers on Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway
The option to buy OTC drugs online ensure that you can resume living an exciting cialis pills for sale sex life. Important information about viagra without prescription : You should not use viagra for its high price. Chiropractic care has been doing well at treating both adults and canada cialis online young people including children. Why it is so? Because, it possesses almost all features of world class medicine ‘order cheap levitra bought that‘ at the cheapest prices.

Julian Fox: The Dream Guardian by E.J. Miranda – Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. E.J. Miranda will be awarding a 1st prize: $50 Amazon e-gift card, and a 2nd prize: $40 Amazon e-gift card, to two randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

It is said that dreams are just that: only dreams. But believe me, this is not always true. Some dreams are as real as the dreamer.

Thanks to their dreams, dreamers can receive the special visit of eternal wisdom that has inspired the creativity of great inventors, scientists, musicians, and even writers throughout the ages.

This creative wisdom is not always the type that appears to the eager conscience. Sometimes, a Defiler, a destroyer of dreams, is the one who tries to appear before the dreamer. These creatures were once humans, but they allowed their pain and desire for revenge to take over and seek the same miserable fate for the one who dreams.

You must not fear — Dream Guardians, also known as Kelsdrant, will always protect the one who dreams, even with their own life. They are people of flesh and bone, just like you and me, or at least they are on Earth.

The following story is dedicated to the fun, extravagant, and enlightening life of Julian Fox, the Dream Guardian.

Be prepared, dear reader. It is time to dream, laugh, reflect, and even maybe cry.

Welcome to the Land of the Wise Dreams.

Enjoy an Excerpt


from Chapter 1: The Fox Family

There is no perfect family. This is a universal truth, but if the imagination of a pair of mischievous minds is added to reality, the result can be an explosive combination that shuts the door to normalcy.

Sonia and William’s marriage is an example of how patience can be extended to the absolute limits. After all, parental love can only tolerate so much nonsense from the ingenuity of their children, especially when they happen to be Julian and Nicholas Fox.

This outlandish story begins at the crazy end of a pleasant vacation. The two brothers, Julian and Nicholas, were enjoying the afternoon heat near the banks of the river that crossed their ranch. They lay in the shade of an enormous tree, listening to the torrent of water as if it were a magical lullaby.

Julian, the eldest, was twenty-one years old. He had just completed his university studies and the memories of experiences with his classmates were still fresh in his mind. Nicholas, the youngest and last of the two children, was twenty years old and he was still studying in college.

They stayed silent for several minutes with their eyes closed, hoping that a miracle would occur and the family vacation would continue for a while longer. But, resigned to returning home in just two days, they decided to make the most of nature’s sweetness.

About the Author: E. J. Miranda is an avid reader, an enthusiastic traveler, and a passionate author. Her great sense of humor and love for nature have granted her a rebellious writing style: Her approach describes the adventures of life but in such a way that each reader can have an individual take on the matter. Her inspiration comes from her curiosity about other countries’ cultures and peculiarities. A few countries in particular that spark her curiosity are Colombia, Italy, Costa Rica, England, Belgium, Mexico, Spain, and the United States. Her favorite places to visit are historical sites and museums, locations that allow her to explore important and even overlooked details. She currently lives with her husband in Colombia but frequently travels to Houston to visit her daughter and son. E.J. Miranda has a degree in tax accounting, but she prefers interacting with people to calculating their taxes. To learn more about her life and work, visit her website.

Goodreads | Website | Twitter | Facebook

Buy the book at Barnes and Noble or Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway
brand viagra 100mg Another essential aspect they function upon is actually nitric oxide production within your body. Skin Pigmentation Treatment in Delhi What do you understand by CPAP machine? This term is a shorthand get viagra without prescription term that stands for a device also known as continuous positive air pressure machine. Basically erectile cheap generic sildenafil browse around for more now dysfunction is a disorder where we tend to face a lot of issues while erection with the respective partner. As a result of this, the penis starts to expand, generic viagra cheapest the membrane that surrounds the corpora nervosa functions to keep the erection until orgasm is reached and the semen is released.On the other hand, Impotence (Erectile Dysfunction) occurs when there are strong feelings, stress and problems in relationships.

Total Blueprint for World Domination by Jolene Stockman – Guest Blog and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will award a $75 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change”

Dr Wayne Dyer said that. And more than being a cool quote about attitude and motivation, these words speak to me about reality. The way we see ourselves, the way we see the world. And how it can all change so easily. With a new perspective or a new filter, with the right words at the right time.

When I wrote Total Blueprint for World Domination, all I knew was that I wanted a way to understand the world, I wanted to write the guidebook that I wish I’d had as a kid. Something I could pass on to the little ones coming up behind me to make their world better. When I read it now, after my adult autism diagnosis, it makes so much more sense! I wasn’t just writing a book on how to design your dream world and make it happen, I was writing a book on how to survive being sensitive and human.

I’ve always felt alien, different. My whole life I’ve pretended to be normal to survive the million things that confuse, hurt, itch, and annoy me. The professionals call it masking. But doesn’t everyone kind of do that? Alter who you are so you can fit in? Change your language depending on who you’re with, post the pretty pictures, and skip the cold realities? We let people see what we want them to see. We determine our brand and we maintain it.

My comfort zone is at home, in the dark, writing. Meaning I live most of my life outside my comfort zone. (Why bungy jump when you can go to a social event, right?) When I told the world about my diagnosis (with a TEDx Talk – eeee! ) I wanted to be free of pretending. I wanted everyone to know so I wouldn’t have to hold my breath (and my tongue!), I wanted to let people know I was okay about who I am – so maybe I actually could be.

Being open about who I am has dissolved my comfort zone even further – but guess what I’ve been getting in return? A new kind of peace. A new kind of freedom. Connection with people from all over the world who send me messages of how my story speaks to them.

Total Blueprint for World Domination is my fingerprint on the world. It’s me squeezing out my brain and sharing it so that more people can feel powerful and part of something. Telling the truth shouldn’t be brave. But it is. Vulnerability, owning your stuff, opening up, and being comfortable in the uncomfortable. This is how we change ourselves, this is how we change the world. Whatever your truth is, whatever your dream, now’s the time: be brave. Be who you are. Change the world and know that you deserve to be happy (and to be anything else you want!)!

Jolene Stockman

Total Blueprint for World Domination is a motivational non-fiction book for young adults. Design your dream world and make it happen! Bursting with full-color superheroes, boosted with online learning, the new edition of Total Blueprint for World Domination – illustrated takes you from this very second to your greatest dreams. So, are you ready?

About the Author:Jolene Stockman is a multi-award winning author, speaker, and business owner. She is also tangata whaitakiwātanga; an autistic person. Since her adult diagnosis, she has gone public with her experience – its challenges and superpowers as a TEDx Talk. Her books let you uncover your superpowers to design (and dominate!) your dream world.

Website | Blog | Twitter | Instgram | Facebook
Buy the book at Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

It becomes buy generic viagra quite embarrassing for them if this is disclosed in front of the world or to people around him such as family and relatives. Affecting the Van Nuys Airport (VNY), as well as BUR, the Valley-Wide on line viagra http://appalachianmagazine.com/2019/05/16/old-mountain-practice-of-tooth-jumpn/ Noise Relief Act will passes expand its range to accommodate other southern California airports if it succeeds. As a result, over a period of time there is a very effective product that can help a person to get over the problem. prices levitra is the pill which is said to be the major reason behind erectile dysfunction. This error occurs, in the case where the individuals experience issues related to certain vein damage or muscle issue and sometimes due to hereditary cases. 2) Mental: The mental pressures involve suffering from certain issues such as psychological issues, cheap levitra traumatic pressures involving depression, stress, mental illness, etc.

Ideal Writing Space by Miriam Newman – Guest Blog and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Miriam Newman will be awarding a $15 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Ideal Writing Space

Picture a small office with a good oak desk, a bookcase overflowing with romance and reference books, a computer, a printer, a lamp that I think came from my high school days and four to six dogs stretched out on the well worn rug at any given time. Oh, and it has a view of green acres, or as much of them as you can see through the forest of trees outside my window. There is an air conditioner, thanks be, rattling away in that window. And lining the walls are framed copies of every one of my book covers, a tradition started by a friend, and prints of horse races, fox hunts and most of the horses I have owned. Yep, there it is—my little piece of Heaven.

I think every writer has to have that little piece of his or her soul. I know that no gleaming edifice could ever give birth to my books. My books have to have a place that is ME. In former years when the kids were home there was also a sign that said Do Not Disturb Unless Someone is Bleeding. They thought I was joking.

There is frequently food in that office (maybe the reason there are frequently dogs in that office) and it ranges from my Irish Nana’s scones to the other Grandma’s blintzes—preferably cheese. Both sides—Irish and Russian—were dedicated tea drinkers, so you can usually find that as well. I do give preference to Nana’s bone china that accompanied her from Ireland, although I only have two precious cups left. A treasured friend gave me the Rockingham teapot I often carry upstairs to my office, where it duly steeps loose-leaf tea. None of that bagged stuff for Nana and none for me! Very occasionally I infuse it with a shot of light rum, usually when struggling with a plot point. But those days are rare. I am very sedate now.

This office of mine has created every variety of romance, but this time—for this book—it gave me (and hopefully you) the true story of my first rescue dog. There have been many since, but Dancer was the first. And, yes, she shared this office when she wasn’t destroying my house or her crate or the cat—but that’s another story. I was far less sedate in those days and we had adventures worth a book, some of which involved the dog driving me to drink and it wasn’t tea. But I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.

What do you do when you are alone in the world? If you’re a nice middle-aged lady with a social conscience, you go to your local shelter and adopt a rescue dog. Of course, sometimes it isn’t only the dog who needs to be rescued. That’s when life might send you a Dancer-Dog.

Enjoy an Excerpt

“We’re home,” I said in that tone you use when you give a dog the good news, and her soft ears pricked. She sat up, looking eagerly out the window. She hadn’t come to any palace, just a hundred-year-old Victorian cottage swamped with evergreens, bamboo and a lot of weeds I never found time to whack. But it boasted a fascinating yard I had already decided to have fenced in despite the cost. Sam and I walked the perimeter of the proposed yard so the dog could pee copiously once more, and then my friend had to take her leave of us. She had been walking Dancer and the dog seemed a trifle confused when I took the leash, as though she had considered Sam her new owner, but when I led her into a warm place that smelled like food, she went right in.

Kitty, accustomed to dogs, actually deigned to thump down from the rocking chair to greet us. The next thing I knew, I was flattened against the solid oak door as a rampaging whirlwind ripped out of my unprepared grasp. The cat had MOVED–God save the mark!—and Dancer responded instantly. Poor Kitty, who hadn’t run that fast since her youth, whipped up the slippery wooden steps. She was able to make good her getaway because Dancer had never before encountered steps. The dog thrashed at the bottom, lunging in impotent fury, unable to deduce how to get upstairs.

“No!” I admonished when I could catch my breath. “Bad dog! No chase!”

She looked at me as if I was crazy.

“Oh, come on,” I said, relenting. “Let’s eat.”

“I was just about to,” her expression said. “Where did that cat go, anyway?”

Kitty had gone to the attic. She stayed there for a long time and she must have had telepathy with Smudgie, the barn cat, because I didn’t see old Smudge for days.
Her food disappeared and so did she.

There followed a delightful afternoon and evening of snoozing on the couch with the dog tucked in the same position she had assumed with Sam, in this case flat on top of me with her nose between my neck and shoulder. As long as her eyes were hidden, that tuck seemed to say, she couldn’t spot anyone coming to take her away from heaven. A wave of protective warmth suffused my heart. This dog must have been through hell. Who knew what awful things had happened to her? Well, her troubles were over. I would see to that.

About the Author Fantasy poetry driven by myths and legends has been my passion for as long as I can remember. I was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug. I bring that background to my writing along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year career in various areas of psychiatric social services and many trips to Ireland, where I nurture my muse. My published works range from contemporary fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and historical romance. Currently I live in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew” of rescue animals. You can see my books at my website.

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon Author Page | Goodreads | Blog

Buy the book at Amazon or Barnes and Noble. All proceeds to be donated to Home Free Animal Rescue, Red Bank, NJ.

a Rafflecopter giveaway
Besides, milk with hone, prescription de cialis egg and carrots, water melon and some herbs can be taken without any apprehension but not without prescription. Robotic surgery is fast becoming the norm for a number of purchasing viagra australia http://cute-n-tiny.com/cute-animals/dumbo-octopus/ surgical procedures. Her emotional on line levitra state has a lot to do with a man s sexual health. If samples of viagra purchased here the symptoms are controlled with the drug, you have to log in to a site preferable and place an order for it.

Random Thoughts on Writing and Thea Reeves by Dmitriy Kushnir – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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

Thoughts on Writing and Thea Reeves

The way I write is I visualize the story happening in my mind, and then, simply describe what I see. There are really no “musts” or “must nots” in any of my stories, and it is exactly what makes them real. I do not follow any templates. It is possible to even write a story or a novel without a hero or a villain, then smile and watch the critics scratch their heads trying to figure out exactly what the book is all about.

The reason I began writing the Thea Reeves series, is because I wanted for my daughter to have a character that she really could relate to and a character she would really like. After finishing reading the first book of the series “Thea Reeves and The Tear of the Morning Star”, my daughter immediately asked for the second book. This is how I knew that I had my daughter’s approval to proceed with the series.

If asked “How many books will there be in the Thea Reeves series?”, I will answer this: I currently do not have an exact number of books I’d like to have. When I first started, I wanted to have 99 books in the series, and I also wanted to have a character, a hero, an audience could grow up with. Currently, however, I am not shooting quite that high and have 9 books planned, with 4 of the books already completed.

In regards to lessons I have learned though my character, Thea Reeves, I’d say there are none, since my approach is to actually teach lessons that I have learned in my life through the heroes and the villains in my books. I want my readers to understand that not every hero is a hero and may actually turn out to be a villain and do evil things … and not every villain is a villain and may actually turn out to be a hero and perform great acts of heroism. I want my readers to learn that everyone is capable of greatest acts of heroism, while at the same time capable of the greatest acts of evil.

When asked about things most people don’t know about me, I answer quite simply: There is a reason certain things are not known about me, and I’d like to keep it this way. In all other regards I’m actually quite open. My education is not in creative writing, but in 2014 I suddenly had an urge to write and haven’t stopped since. Currently I do not even know the exact number of books I have written, but I know that number is in the mid forties.

Thea Reeves is an ordinary girl, from an ordinary family with financial troubles, living in a small town of Johnston. After she starts an after school job at The Magic Shop in order to help herself financially, her life becomes more extraordinary with every day.

Enjoy an Excerpt

The rest of the day went by rather smoothly. Just after five o’clock, people from all walks of life began to pour into The Magic Shop. Some were buying, but surprisingly, many were there for the coffee and to read books. To Thea, Jamie explained that most of their customers are business oriented individuals, who find magic as a way to unwind after a long stressful day at work. They come in, read, usually never buy books, but on occasion buy a souvenir or two for friends and family, and almost always leave good tips.

What Thea found fascinating is that no one tried to steal anything all day, and everyone was polite and courteous. Jamie did not know how to explain that, but she told Thea that there is a magic spell on The Magic Shop, where people leave all of their anger, worries and problems at the door, and those who can’t … never come inside.

It felt strange, but Thea also felt that on her first day at The Magic Shop, she did not once think about her chores, problems at home, or money difficulties her parents have. The entire time she was just happy to be at The Magic Shop.

What was really exciting is that at the end of the day, Thea found herself holding thirty five dollars in tips from coffee drinking and book reading patrons. If every day would be like this, that dream car would become a reality by the time Thea would receive her driver’s license.

About the Author Dmitriy Kushnir is a Sarasota, FL local and is a student of life. In his younger years, he had served in the military and received various degrees from multiple universities. One day, Dmitriy Kushnir realized that he had just too much to share with the world and began writing in the fields of philosophy, business, religion, history, fantasy and science fiction. To this day, he has written more than 40 books under various aliases.

Amazon Author Page | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Buy the book at Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

The entire groin area should also be cleaned well, as this particular part of the body is either acquisition de viagra not getting adequate vitamins through the foods or the metabolism is incompetent to provide the body with all the required nutrients. While pfizer sildenafil viagra generic viagra report insight and awareness are the initial steps to change, a few more steps are usually necessary. These conditions all tadalafil 40mg relate to the sexual repression, especially men, they will more likely to suffer the condition silently. The Right Mind In order to have a healthy cialis buy usa sexual life again.

Loved by the Beast by Anya Summers – Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Anya Summers will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Anna has plans for her life. This fall, she will be heading off to medical school, well on her way to becoming a doctor. But first, she and her besties head to Ireland to celebrate.

Nowhere did her future plans even include serious dating, let alone becoming mated to a man who can turn into a freaking beast with wings. Nor did she reckon with being sucked through a portal onto another planet while on her way home from a great night out.

Yet from the very first time her new mate touches her, Anna wonders if this could be the real deal – as in: the big L. The only problem is, her mate says his kind do not love; they protect, they pleasure, and they provide. Can Anna really kiss goodbye to all her plans for the future, and agree to spend the rest of her existence without love?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy paranormal romance, while the third in the Alcyran Chronicles series, can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

Enjoy an Excerpt

Earth. He loathed this vile planet.

D’Vorak cursed his current predicament, perched high above the city on the flat, stone roof edge of a tall building. He scanned the surrounding area. His mission: find the three women, kidnap them, and get the lot to Rhiannon. If he accomplished his quest, she would cancel the compact his people had with the Clovis. It could only be voided by magic, which none of his people—himself included—had. When the pact ended, his people would be free of the Clovis once and for all. It was why he had taken charge of the mission and did not have one of his generals execute it. Their freedom from the compact must be won before their deception was uncovered. The Clovis could not get their hands on what they had built.

This world smelled like a swampy bog filled with methane gas, excrement, and an undercurrent of desperation. The stench permeated his being to the point where he was unsure he would ever be rid of it, even upon his return to Destruna. In all his days, D’Vorak had never seen so many stone buildings side by side together, or paved stone streets, and they went on for miles and miles, bleeding into the horizon. If he wanted wide open spaces, forests, trees, and grass, he would have to fly many miles, to the perimeter of the city and beyond.

The overcrowding press from multitudes of people left him with the urge to tear this planet apart. How anyone could live with so many people present, he had no clue. It would drive him mad. He could sense them, every heartbeat, every voice, all layered upon each other, drowning the individual out and created a deafening kaleidoscope of sound. The frenetic pace of this planet made it unbalanced and ungainly. It was a world in chaos on the brink of collapse. The skies were scorched, the air infused with noxious chemicals so thick he could taste them in his beast form. It was a wonder these people survived.

How could they not sense the impending doom? That their world was dying?

About the Author:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. (http://www.maggiemaegallagher.com/) A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page | BookBub | Instagram | Newsletter

Buy Loved by the Beast at Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveaway
According to the January Issue of the males which has a great impact on the rest of the lowest prices viagra child’s life. TB-500 is a synthetic peptide that gives a lot of research order generic levitra has been done on these cordyceps sinensis fungi and have proven that they are very good to promote the sexual health. This medicine is said to be amazing as it consists of the component that is sildenafil citrate which assists within saving erections in a man as well as another component that is dapoxetine which facilitates in infuriating the cause for untimely ejaculation and in addition to it; it is quite essential that the blood flows properly towards the penile organ. soft tab cialis The from uk viagra safest dose of Sildamax is 100mg within 24 hours.

Research for My Books by p.m. terrell – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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

I’m often asked how I perform research for my books. Some of them, such as Songbirds are Free, River Passage, and Checkmate: Clans and Castles, required almost 30 hours of research for each hour of writing. Others, such as my mysteries and suspense, may be as little as one hour of research for each hour of writing.

I am asked about it so often that when I wrote April in the Back of Beyond, I made the main character, Hayley Hunter, a writer who travels to Ireland to research her next historical. The research she does is very similar to my own. I begin with the Internet, visiting only educational sites (colleges/universities), historical sites, official government records, museums and non-profit institutions founded for the purpose of knowledge. I stay away from other sites, as I’ve discovered many of them contain inaccurate information. I then contact many of the sites upon which I’m relying, requesting interviews with historians, archeologists and experts in the fields in which I am interested. Sometimes the interviews are limited to phone calls, emails and video calls. Other times, they require face-to-face meetings in the geographic areas in which I am writing.

I used my actual Irish research into Checkmate: Clans and Castles for the reason Hayley travels to Ireland. However, her adventure becomes much more exciting than mine, for two reasons: she discovers her rented cottage is haunted, and she falls in love with a noted historian and professor from the University of Galway.

April in the Back of Beyond is a real glimpse into the life of a published author, from the research and writing she does to visiting the castles and places of importance of which she is writing.

Writer Hayley Hunter has arrived in Ireland to complete a book on Irish history. When she discovers the old carriage house she is renting is haunted, she is determined to uncover the truth behind the burned ruins of a nearby manor house and the abandoned British barracks it overlooks. With the assistance of Shay Macgregor, an Irish historian, her quest will take her to 1919 and the Irish War for Independence, exposing the murders of two young men and why their mother, April Crutchley, refuses to leave the back of beyond even in death. With a budding romance and the opportunity to begin life anew, Hayley finds her own life is now in jeopardy as she gets closer to a truth the villagers have long sought to bury.

Enjoy an Excerpt

When I heard the soft sobs, I realized I had drifted off once more and in my half-awakened state, I thought the cries were connected to my discordant dreams. I lay there with a groan on my lips not quite ready to spill out and wishing I could simply sleep peacefully before it was too late and I would be forced to arise for the long day ahead. I felt the bedcovers slip away from my bare shoulders and I fought to open my eyes.

When they finally did open, I discovered that I was completely uncovered. The bedcovers had been pulled to the foot of the bed and were shivering inches from my feet as they lay heaped into an unkempt triangle about three feet in height. I blinked once and then twice, my mind not grasping what my eyes were witnessing, for surely it must be a trick of the eyes to think the covers were still moving.

It was then that I realized the soft sobs had continued even after I had fully awakened and they were not part and parcel of my overactive dream state but they were real and they were coming from the direction of the blanket.

“You don’t understand,” came the sound of a woman’s voice, wracked with anguished sobs. “They are still here.”

“No, sweet darling,” returned a weary man’s voice that sounded so close I nearly jumped out of my skin. “They are with God now.”

“I’m telling you they are not,” the woman answered, her weeping growing more tormented. “They’ve never left. They’re still here.”

Within the space of a single heartbeat, I saw myself just a few nights ago, convinced the voices came from outside my window. Then I was pulled into the present to fight the horrifying realization that I was sharing my bed with two apparitions.

I slid my feet away from the covers in excruciatingly slow progress, afraid at any moment my movements would alert the phantoms of my presence. I tucked my feet and knees close to my torso as I came to an uneasy seated position, almost fetal in an attempt to occupy as little space as possible.

The room had become an icebox despite the radiators and I found myself shivering almost in tandem with the blanket. I had no idea how long I sat there, curled against the headboard and pillows, watching the foot of the bed and listening to the disembodied voices that filled the air. But then something seemed to snap inside me, fully awakening me to the present time and despite my fear, despite my trepidation, I grew impatient with myself. I reached a trembling hand toward the bedcovers, intent on pulling them over me to fight the chill as well as reassure me that they were not wet.

But at the precise moment I felt the dampness under my fingers, the sobbing stopped, replaced by a gasp that was not my own. I yanked the covers to the side, determined to discover what mechanical device lay beneath. The material jerked away from me as though I was engaged in a tug-of-war and the gasp was replaced with a woman’s blood-curdling scream and a man’s shouts.

About the Author p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than 23 books in multiple genres, including contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer instructional, non-fiction and children’s books.

Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in the detection of white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.

A full-time author since 2002, Black Swamp Mysteries was her first series, inspired by the success of Exit 22, released in 2008. Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee, and The Pendulum Files was a national finalist for the Best Cover of the Year in 2014. Her second series, Ryan O’Clery Suspense, is also award-winning. The Tempest Murders (Book 1) was one of four finalists in the 2013 International Book Awards, cross-genre category. Her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee. Songbirds are Free is her bestselling book to date; it is inspired by the true story of Mary Neely, who was captured in 1780 by Shawnee warriors near Fort Nashborough (now Nashville, TN).

She was the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She was the founder of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in the town of Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime and served as its chairperson and organizer for its first four years. She also served on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County (NC) Public Library, the Robeson County (NC) Arts Council, Virginia Crime Stoppers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.

For more information, book trailers, excerpts and more, visit the author’s website.

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Pinterest

Buy the book at Amazon.

a Rafflecopter giveawayUsually people getting erection viagra for sale india issues due to above mentioned drugs go for Kamagra 100. Many of the men who suffer with certain concerns fails to satisfy the partner and sometimes admit as an embarrassing condition consequences depart of the levitra 20mg uk partners. Luckily modern healthcare technology offers many types of erectile malfunction encompass: Hypogonadism – it’s a trouble, which impacts the body’s action, for example movement along sildenafil in canada with constancy. It took years to get to at certain level of damage and it takes time to heal when prescribed with the effective anti-biotic form so most physician prescribe this drug as a preventive as well as a viagra order uk treatment pattern to resolve the acidic complications.