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Win a $15 GC: Drive Down the Price of Your New Car by Dale Dallman

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Tue, 20 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Dale Dallman will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

I wrote Drive Down the Purchase Price of Your New Car over several years, mostly in a place you might not associate with car dealerships: a sparse log cabin on top of the Big Horn Mountains in Wyoming.

Getting there meant traveling twelve miles by horseback. There was no electricity, so my writing equipment was a regular typewriter and a ribbon. That was how I put years of experience selling cars and managing dealerships onto paper.

The cabin had only one window, but it offered plenty to see. A huge mountain filled the view. Below sat a creek and a rope corral where I kept my horses. All kinds of wildlife could appear outside. Looking up from the typewriter meant looking into a world far from the car lots I was writing about.

On the table sat a sign-in book. The cabin was open to whoever came along, and anyone who entered signed the book. It was a record of the people who had found their way to that remote place.

One visitor left a different kind of signature. A bear broke into the cabin looking for food, and the sign-in book still showed its bite marks. People left their names; the bear left its teeth marks.

That was my writing space: a typewriter, a ribbon, a table, and one window overlooking the mountains, creek, horses, and passing wildlife. It was sparse, but the view gave it something no furnished office could offer.

The subject of my book came from my working life in the automobile business. I did most of the writing twelve miles in, by horseback, in a cabin without electricity. Those two parts of my life came together, one typed page at a time.

Buying a car. Just those three words can conjure up a whole swirl of emotions.

For some, it’s the thrill of a sleek new model—the scent of fresh upholstery and the promise of open roads. For others, it’s a daunting odyssey filled with jargon, pressure, and the fear of an expensive mistake.

Wherever you fall, you’re reading this because buying a car is a significant life event.

We’ve all stood on the lot, squinting at price tags, decoding financing offers, and feeling the push to “act now.” It’s easy to feel outmatched—to wish for an expert at your side. Consider this book that expert: your trusted co-pilot on a journey that’s both exciting and rewarding.

This isn’t just a checklist—it’s a philosophy. You’ll learn to approach car buying with clarity and confidence, understand financing, master the test drive, and negotiate with purpose, ensuring that you walk away feeling like a winner.

Whether you’re a first-time buyer, upgrading, or simply overwhelmed by options, this book is for you.

So, buckle up. Get ready to embark on a journey that will not only lead you to the perfect vehicle but will also leave you feeling empowered, informed, and ready to hit the road with a smile.

Happy driving!

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The Mega car dealers worked up a sales system designed to cost you money! It was to psychologically make your brain pick the one item out of four you reacted to most. The four items are PRICE, DOWN PAYMENT, TRADE ALLOWANCE, and MONTHLY PAYMENT! The designs were different, but the concept was just as deadly.

The top, center of the Four Square Sheet describes the vehicle you are buying. The Brand, Year, and Serial number, then, at the bottom of the sheet, they drew four separate squares. They were all blank squares. The salesperson would have you settle into a specific vehicle and fill in the center part. He wouldn’t fill in the squares. He would talk to you about price, down payment, trade-in, and monthly payment, but not write in the squares. He would ask about a down payment.

Then, he would leave you to talk to the boss. This time alone does two things. It allowed you to talk over the information you had given the salesperson, and it was a cool-down period to settle your jitters.

Now he has left you to tell the Desk Manager everything you discussed. The Desk Manager then fills out the four squares on the bottom of the selling sheet. He lists the FULL selling price, including all dealer-added options and extra profit, in one square. He writes a very low value in another square for the price they offer for your trade. The next square gets a very high cash down payment figure. The last square gets a very high monthly payment figure.

About the Author:

Dale Dallman worked in the CAR business for decades. He started at Frontier Chevrolet in Billings, Montana. He worked the hardest part of the dealership, the USED CAR LOT! Frontier Chevrolet had 37 salespeople after it was bought out and renamed Denny Menholt Chevrolet. Dallman was #1 in sales from the beginning. Dallman invented the tool that made him famous, “THE BIRD DOG BUCK.” It was a copy of a $100 bill, with his picture on it. It had a section for the previous buyer to print their name, and for the potential new buyer to print their name. The idea was to send ten copies to every person who bought a car from him. It asked the buyer to give one to every person they thought might be interested in buying a car. The instructions printed on the fake bill were “Give this to a potential buyer. If they present it to the dealership and ask for Dallman, you will receive a $25 “Bird Dog” check! The potential buyer will get a $500 discount on their purchase.” It got to the point that he didn’t even need to stand at the door and wait for new walk-ins. He had a secretary who handled his appointments!

Dallman then went out to the West Coast. Here, he worked on new and used cars for a Chevrolet dealer in the car village in Olympia, Washington. He and his best friend (both from Billings) worked there. The idea for a book started there, but Dallman needed a broader cross-section of the car business, so he moved to Gilchrist Buick in Tacoma, Washington, to reach a different class of buyers. He did so well that Buick Motor Division had him do training videos that they used internally in National training.

Dallman decided to go to Germany on a contract with TOYOTA WORLD. The job was working the locations on the military bases where the military could buy cars and use them in-country, order one to be picked up at a dealer back in the states when they rotated home.

Dallman now does consultant work for buyers. He has instructed sales classes and trained both BUYERS and the salesmen, trying to get your money! Dallman has advised many dealers and salespeople. But he loves helping buyers outsmart the Dealers more!

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Win a $25 GC: Coincidence by Jon Ketzner

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Tue, 20 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

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

The view inside my workspace:

I wrote much of my recent novel Coincidence as the kind of author-in-residence at a new independent book store in Cumberland, Md….Lily Books & Cafe.

It is a store that carries both new and used books and operates a craft coffee shop inside the premises. Much of the inventory and Knick-knacks were bought by the owners from The Book Center, a local independent book shop that operated for 60 years before closing after the retirement of the owner.

My perch is a table near an electric outlet on the main drag through the shop. The store is a repurposed restaurant so accommodating the coffee shop area was easily accomplished. The shop offers internet. It is all nice, cute and a bold statement about being optimistic. The shop is owned by a downtown entrepreneur who owns several other businesses. He named the store Lily after his college-age daughter who works at the shop while attending a local university. Other staff include some of her pals and a retired lady Episcopal pastor.

My workspace is a simple table and little table lamp. I do very little writing at home. My day is often interrupted by pals coming into the shop, generally for coffee, to needle me. The shop is good enough to carry my entire oeuvre and I am glad to inscribe and sign any of my books sold there. I have conducted a few formal signings there. I have become associated enough with the shop to be expected, and I generally am in residence three days a week.

In addition to Lily Books, I wrote much of my novel in various coffee shops and saloons in the Aspen valley in Colorado. My wife and I head to the Rockies each March. She skis while I avoid orthopedic trauma writing my little novels and anthologies.Folks there assume that I am some kind of big deal author as I clickety-clack away at my computer. I do little to disabuse them of their take on my presence.

As noted, I do little writing at home. I need an audience, what can I say? Book stores, especially independent book stores, are wonderful and so very threatened. I try to buy as many books as I can justify from these stores, intending to pay full retail. Those, like Lily, that add a cafe component are hopefully improving their chances of long-term survival. We have three locally and they are all brave literary warriors. Selling books is nice: people actually reading my books is wonderful. The great bulk of writers are never going to get rich from their writing…they need side gigs to live a decent life. But I’m happy to be modestly among their number.

The view outside my workspace:

Lily Books and Cafe is in a repurposed restaurant on the main downtown street of the small city of Cumberland, Md. The town is picturesque in that way of rural American cities…church steeple, big Federalist homes, and the re-purposed infrastructures from a prosperous, sooty past. The four block downtown area was recently converted back after several decades as a pedestrian mall into a one-way street with parking and a bike lane. Cumberland is a popular biking Mecca and much of the downtown traffic are bikes and bikers.

The downtown includes many nice restaurants/grills…most with outdoor seating. Even with the re-opening of the street to vehicular traffic, the outdoor dining is still very welcoming and well supported by locals and Cumberland’s many tourists. There are, as with most small town retail districts, still some vacant store fronts but the downtown has a robust retail presence with boutiques and a theater.

At the far end of the downtown, a tourist train powered by a massive steam engine operates ten months of the year to great success. Many of the folks who stop by the bookshop are in town from Pittsburgh, Washington or Baltimore and came to ride the tourist train. This area was just named by U.S. Today as the second best place to visit in the Fall in America. We have many fine attractions, including a retiree with too much unstructured playtime writing books in the charming downtown book shop.

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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Jackie rarely consulted him about her clothing. Her sense of style, if not her sense of humor, was notorious.

“The pink.”

She seemed surprised. “Why the pink?”

“Texas. All those tired cowgirls raising their brat kids to be Miss America. They adore pink in Texas.”

The First Lady eyed the pink at arm’s length. She shrugged. “Okay. The pink.”

“But the hat,” POTUS said, “could you do without the hat. I hate those things.”

Jackie shook her head.

“I’ll need the hat. Without the bubble top on, my hair would be a mess.”

The president leaned back against the pillows on his rock-hard bed, supine in his boxers and the argyles Bobby had given him which bore the presidential seal. He grinned.

“Remember the times when we would drift down the Potomac, standing by the rail, the wind blowing wildly through your hair, and there on the river in the middle of the city you would sink sexily to your knees…”

“Drop dead, Mr. President.” Words Jackie would soon want back.

The door to Suite 850 opened and George Lapp entered to help The President dress. He nodded at Jackie. He had seen her naked many times and was indifferent to the marital scenario into which he had strolled. Jackie smiled curtly and sidled toward her own room to don the pink Chanel, including its matching hat.

Before she left, the President grinned and said to his valet. “I might need the back brace today, George, had a strenuous night.”

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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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: Prologues/Epilogues

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 14 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

Today's prompt is prologues/epilogues... love them or hate them? And the considered response is:

It depends.

I have read some prologues which really catch my attention (especially in mysteries...kinda like a flashback). And then there are some that are just boring and makes me not so interested in reading the book. Or they have so many characters, I get confused.

Then there are epilogues. These are normally okay for me. I like knowing what happens to the characters later on down the road. I fall in love with the characters from books I really enjoy, and it's nice to see the end game.

What about you? Love 'em or hate 'em?

Win a $10 GC: Me, Mom, and the Monster by Corinne Brown

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Tue, 13 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Corinne Brown will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Corinne Brown will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

"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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Win a $25 GC: Titan Mage Havoc and the Frigid Flame by Edie Skye

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Mon, 12 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

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

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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“Your chief’s here!” Nova said brightly.

“My chief?” The woman startled again. “What time is it? Gouda usually barks when—”

She half-stepped, half-stumbled down the ladder, which was when Sevas noticed the bed positioned beside it, and the loaf-shaped white and fawn dog snoring next to a chewed-up wooden bat. The dog wore a leather eyepatch over an eye marred by an X-shaped scar and clenched an inert alarm clock in its teeth. Also chewed up.

“Gods dammit, how’d she even reach it—” the young woman muttered, then swung to face the hatch. Her eyes landed on her visitors right before she would have crashed into Sevas. She jerked to a halt with a disconcerted “Eep!” and her face froze as she re-processed the situation.

He shook the thought of his previous view from his mind—even as he noticed her bare, slim midriff, and shook that from mind, too. Gods, why was he noticing such things? He was about to fill the pause with a reprimand about the state of the workshop, but then her brain restarted, and the thing it chose to blurt was: “Gods, you’re gorgeous!”

It seemed he wasn’t the only person on this ship with a mouth faster than his brain. The young woman clapped her hands to her face, as if to shove her words back in, and Sevas glanced back to Rion and sighed.

“Yes, it’s a known issue.”

About the Author:

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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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: A Profession from a Book I'd Like to Try

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 07 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

If I could time travel and be an earlier age than "a woman of a certain age".... there are definitely some other professions I would like to try...and most of othem are because I read about them. One of the most interesting I think would be an Egyptologist mainly because of my love for the Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters... or just arccheology/forensics in general... a la Preston and Chile's Nora Kelly series. The ability to look back in the past and solve puzzles would be just fascinating, I think.

Either that or being a dragonrider (IYKYK).

Win a $15 GC: Cold Hands by Daniela Alibrandi

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 07 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Daniela Alibrandi will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

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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Rome in early spring—there’s nothing more enchanting, even for Rosco, who slid behind the wheel, still heavy with sleep, having skipped breakfast yet again. Another night spent with the little one waking up over and over, until he’d earned his rightful place in the big bed. And yet, for Rosco, there was nothing sweeter than feeling that warm little body pressed close, so bossy and so tender—a tiny tyrant to whom he gladly surrendered.

But by morning, Marilena had reached her limit. With gentle hands, she’d scooped up the boy and, for the umpteenth time, tucked him back into his crib. Then she’d slipped back under the covers—a mistake, as it turned out, because now Rosco could smell her, and it had been ages since he’d been this close to her. The child was sleeping soundly now, dawn’s timid light beginning to seep through the shutters, and Rosco could make out the outline of Marilena’s body as she breathed deeply, on the verge of drifting off again. He couldn’t resist the urge to caress her hips, and when she turned toward him, he kissed her lips, then her neck, and finally began to suckle her nipple. She wasn’t nursing anymore, and the scent of her skin had returned to what it once was, before— a whiff of stale caciotta cheese, during those endless months of round-the-clock feedings.

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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Wednesday Blogging Challenge: Something I Can't Live Without and Why

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 30 Sep 2026 19:31:16 +0000

Today's topic is something I can't live without ane why... and I know this is figurative. Other than the basics (water, food, shelter, air) are there really anything we can't literally live without?

I know there are a lot of things in my life I wouldn't WANT to live without... friends and family of course head the top of that list. Other than that... the Internet. It's not been around my whole life, but I have quickly come to depend on it. Not only do I use it for work, but for shopping and keeping up with friends and family. Life would defintely be a lot harder and a lot different if we didn't have the internet. That of course carries onto laptop, phone, and TV (we only stream now... no more cable for us). Of course, on the other hand, my house would probably stay cleaner.... so there's that.

Win a $25 GC: Unladylike by Regina Louise

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Mon, 28 Sep 2026 08:00:00 +0000

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 a tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The View Inside My Writing Space

My writing space is wherever I can hear myself.

I wish I could tell you I have one of those gorgeous writer’s rooms with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a perfectly worn leather chair, and a window overlooking something appropriately literary. I don’t.

I have written everywhere.

In hotel rooms. In bed. At kitchen tables. In coffee shops. On airplanes. In the Notes app on my phone when something comes through so fast I know if I don’t catch it right then, it’s gone.

What matters to me isn’t so much the room. It’s whether I can get quiet enough to hear what is underneath the obvious thing.

That is where I write from.

I am interested in the story beneath the story. The thing underneath what happened. The image. The longing. The wound. The absurdity. The sentence that has been waiting thirty years for me to become the woman capable of writing it.

My writing space, then, is really an interior space.

It is the place where I stop trying to make experience behave and allow it to tell me what it means.

Sometimes there is coffee. Usually there is coffee. There are books nearby, papers everywhere, half-finished thoughts, and sentences I have written down because I don’t yet know what they are for.

I have learned not to rush them.

A poem may know something about me long before I do.

The View Outside My Window

Outside my window is Southern California.

Sunlight. Trees. Cars passing. People going somewhere. The ordinary machinery of a life continuing whether I am ready for it or not.

I love that.

Because so much of my work comes from extraordinary circumstances—foster care, abandonment, longing, survival, love, grief, becoming—and yet outside the window, somebody is walking a dog.

Somebody is carrying groceries.

A bird has absolutely no interest in my childhood.

There is something profoundly reassuring about that.

The world keeps insisting upon itself.

And maybe that is what I am always writing toward: not simply what happened to us, but what remains. What emerges. Who we become when the terrible thing is no longer the only author in the room.

I spent a great deal of my life looking outside myself for coordinates—someone to tell me where home was, where love was, where I belonged.

Writing changed that.

Now I understand that sometimes the window works in both directions.

I look out at the world.

And then I turn inward and ask:

What do I see from here?

That question has become one of the great privileges of my life.

Because after everything, I am still here.

And I get to be the one looking.

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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Say Her Name, Yours, and Mine
for Celie, for the girl on the 24 Divisadero, for all of us

Who taught her to bankrupt herself
back into her own disremembering—
to shrink inside the sound of her own name?

But I call her by her name. Celie.
Not by what Mister said.
Not by the nothing she thought she was.

I call her holy.

I recognize her as my own emulate,
mama,
sister,
auntie,
grandmother,
Jezebel,
and Sapphire,

The forgotten-about ones.

Because, like all of them (us),
she wrote letters to a God
she wasn’t sure existed.

Because she kept speaking,
even when no one answered.
Kept showing up,
and up,
and up—

Until that sacred day she stood and said,
“I may be poor, Black, I may even be ugly—
but dear God, I’m here,”

the day every woman who had been erased
stood up inside her.

The day I stood up.
My smallest exiled self—commanding like Moses—
until her spine / mine / all our spines
reached a Heaven of our own creating.

Miss Celie
touched her own face,
and I touched mine
on the 24 Divisadero bus heading away from Haight,
and we found ourselves beautiful.

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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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: My Pet Peeve

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 23 Sep 2026 20:38:09 +0000

I have a few pet peeves... but probably the one that is my pettiest pet peeve is signs that have misspelled words or incorrect punctuation. I get that in a text message, there can be issues... but if you are putting things out in public (especially to advertise something), nothing makes me ore ikely to NOT visit you is to not double and triple-check your signage. Here are a few I found online:

Win a $10 GC: Duke du Jour by Petie McCarty

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Fri, 04 Sep 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Petie McCarty will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

She’s waiting in the past . . . He belongs in the future.

Jared Langley, present-day Duke of Reston, tumbles into an abandoned fountain on his ducal estate and is pelted back in time to the year 1816. There, Reston servants and local villagers think him a dead ringer for his namesake and rakehell ancestor—the seventh Duke of Reston, gone missing at the Battle of Waterloo. Unfortunately, Seven got mixed up with French spies out to assassinate the Duke of Wellington, and an unwary Jared ends up in their crosshairs.

Lady Ariana Hart has loved Jared Langley, the seventh Duke of Reston, since she was twelve years old, until the night the rogue broke her heart. Given up for dead, her rakish neighbor makes a miraculous return from Waterloo. Only Jared shows up a changed man and reignites all the feelings Ariana had long ago buried.

Jared is in a race against time.
His tasks?

Waylay the suspicions of his quirky servants and neighbors
Get to Wellington before the French spies do
Fix his fountain–before Seven shows up–so Jared has a way home
And definitely do not fall in love with the irresistible Lady Ariana . . .

Second Edition

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The sound of hoofbeats and wheels churning came from the path to the old stone stable. Seconds later, what looked to be a perfectly restored nineteenth-century curricle pulled up with a magnificent pair of spirited blacks in harness. The young man driving tied off the reins and jumped down, and Jared could only stare in stunned disbelief.

Curricle Man matched Jared’s height and build and wore scuffed knee-high boots, what appeared to be knickers, and a woolen waistcoat over a loose, long-sleeved white shirt with a linen scarf stuffed in the collar. A wave of dizziness struck Jared again. Curricle Man strode over and bowed.

Bowed?

“Chappy said you were back, Master Jared. So I took the liberty of bringing round your curricle, so you could take straight off to see Lady Wilder.”

This tableau had quickly turned into a nightmare.

“I do this often,” Jared said. The words came out sounding like a question, and he received two incredulous looks.

“As soon as you arrive, Mast—uh, Your Grace. At least, you did on the last few visits before you left for the continent,” Curricle Man offered. “I only thought―”

“Well, do not think. Maybe this visit I choose to be different. I can change.”

Jared got the you-must-be-daft look again. Truth be told, he felt a bit daft since he had not known he owned a curricle and had no intention of driving this one until he learned how. Harness-racing sulkies he knew.

Restored curricles, not at all.

“Begging your pardon, Your Grace,” Curricle Man persisted, “but you always said if you did not go there, Lady Wilder would come here. And you hate that.” The man gave him a wary stare. “Of course, that was more than two years ago.”

Jared’s head pounded in earnest, and he fought off a wave of nausea brought on by the accompanying dizziness. He did not know these people, he had no idea what or whom they were talking about, and he feared a climactic ending to this delusional scene.

“Yes, but this year is—” He had meant to say different, but Cook—who had been strangely silent throughout their discourse—beat him to the punch.

“—Eighteen sixteen, of course,” she said, looking worried. “Are ye sure ye didn’t hit yer head back at the fountain, Master Jared?”

“Eighteen sixteen?” he asked weakly.

“Right,” the two strangers agreed in unison.

Oh, dear Lord in heaven! I am not just named after Jared Langley. I am Jared Langley, seventh Duke of Reston.

Then everything went black.

About the Author:

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said goodbye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time.

These days, Petie spends her time writing new tales for her Cinderella series, her new The Watchers series, sequels to her Regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and more contemporary romance standalones, along with her two previous releases—Any Fin For Love and Ambush in the Everglades.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who makes a cameo appearance in Christmas Watch, Book 2 of The Watchers series.

Visit Petie at her website to get to know her, learn about her current projects, and discover her other published works.

Website ~ Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Goodreads ~ BookBub ~ Amazon

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Enter to win a $10 GC: The Call to Authorship by Tim W. Lindsay

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Mon, 17 Aug 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Tim W. Lindsay will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tours.

Embrace the call to authorship: 10 steps to leverage the power of a book!

Books help people—they inform, inspire, and engage. Books are also a powerful force for those who write them. Publishing a book builds your authority, sharpens your thinking, and opens doors to media exposure, speaking engagements, partnerships, and more.

Despite the greater accessibility of publishing than ever before, many would-be authors hesitate. They get stuck with self-doubt or believe producing a book is incompatible with a busy life. They may start writing but don't finish. Or they finish but don't publish or market their books.

The truth? With a little dedicated time, consistent effort, and the right guidance, anyone can publish a book that changes lives for the better. And they should.

Put down your phone. Take the leap from consumer to creator!

This step-by-step guide will show you how to:
- Use a one-page tool to clarify your goals, target audience and plan.
- Craft an outline that drives your manuscript forward.
- Overcome mental roadblocks and craft habits to finish your first draft in months, not years—even with a busy schedule.
- Select a publishing model, refine your manuscript, and make informed design and distribution decisions.
- Employ promotional strategies to achieve goals that transcend royalties.

Become more than you are. Have courage. Commit to growth by authoring a book, strengthening your ability to serve. Write with purpose. Publish for impact!

Bonus for book professionals: Special content for book coaches, editors, and ghostwriters—those helping ordinary people become extraordinary authors.

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We live in an age of swipes, scrolls and soundbites, where attention is fragmented and surface-level engagement is the norm. In such a world, choosing to sit down and write is bold indeed.

Writing a book is an act of meaning-making. It’s how we wrestle with ideas, make sense of experience, and speak into the noise with words that are considered and enduring. It takes courage to believe that your words matter. It takes character to see them through and shape them into a book.

That journey often begins with a spark. Maybe you’ve been through something, built something, learned something—and now you feel the quiet tug: This should be a book.

But with that tug often comes hesitation: Who am I to write this? Will anyone care? I’ve heard those doubts from countless aspiring authors through my work at Tellwell, where we’ve helped thousands turn that first spark into a finished book. And I’ve watched them write anyway. What followed was often extraordinary.

For Cindy Cherry, that moment came unexpectedly. For years she resisted writing a book about her father, Don Cherry, the outspoken hockey commentator who became a household name in Canada. She feared a memoir about her dad might seem biased, or worse, opportunistic. But everything changed when a Google Alert lit up her phone screen: a news organization was praising the Western Hockey League for cutting ties with Don following what she calls “Poppygate,” and for erasing his name from an organ-donation campaign he had helped champion, raising nearly half a million dollars. This cause was close to Cindy’s heart. As a teenager she had donated one of her kidneys to her younger brother.

She realized that the public narrative was being written in a way that dishonoured the man she knew and loved.

About the Author:

Tim Lindsay founded Tellwell in 2015. Since then, he and his team have guided some 5,000 authors including entrepreneurs, professional speakers, coaches, consultants, experts, course creators, community builders, religious and nonprofit leaders, Indigenous organizations, athletes, influencers, and everyday citizens.

Website ~ Instagram, YouTube

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Win a $10 GC: Heidenröslein: The Little Rose on the Heath by Christopher Whittaker

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Thu, 13 Aug 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Christopher Whittaker will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Two men. Two worlds.

One war that will remake them both.

Peter Schiller, a disciplined officer from privilege, is trained to lead—but not for what war truly demands.

Günther Klein, a working-class recruit, is thrown into the trenches and forced to learn fast or die.

In the mud and ruin of the Great War, rank and class begin to dissolve. Orders blur into instinct. Honour bends under necessity. What remains is survival—and the thin, unspoken bond forged between two men who should never have met.

But war does not end when the guns fall silent.

Heidenröslein is a powerful, unflinching story of war, brotherhood, and the quiet, irreversible cost of becoming what the battlefield demands.

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1914

The kitchen was small, but it carried the quiet dignity of people who owned little and cared for everything.

Against one wall stood a heavy sideboard of dark timber, polished by years of careful hands rather than luxury. Fine China sat arranged behind glass doors, each piece positioned with deliberate precision. The plates were reserved for Sundays, feast days, or visits important enough to justify the risk of using something fragile. Crystal wine glasses hung above them, catching the weak morning light and holding it in muted amber reflections.

Nothing in the room was fashionable.

Everything in it was treasured.

In the center stood a small round table worn smooth at the edges where elbows, plates, and years of conversation had rubbed away the varnish. The stove and icebox stood side by side beneath the far wall, black iron beside chipped white enamel, both old enough to have become part of the family itself. Beneath the kitchen window ran a long washing trough, damp to the touch, carrying the faint scent of soap, starch, and boiled cabbage that seemed to linger permanently in the wood.

At it stood Frau Klein.

She held a cup beneath the water, slowly moving the cloth around its rim although it had already been cleaned twice over. Her hands worked from instinct now, broad and reddened from years of labour, fingers thickened from kneading dough, wringing cloth, hauling water, carrying coal, and doing every invisible task required to keep a household alive.

She had once been handsome in the soft, rosy-cheeked way of country girls.

Now life had settled heavily upon her.

About the Author: Chris lives in Perth, Western Australia with his wife Dianne.

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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: Foods from my Geographical Region I Love

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 12 Aug 2026 08:00:00 +0000

I'm from Georgia in the United States.... deep south, y'all!! It's characterized by frying (which I'm cutting back on for my health... a bit ;-)), slow-smoking, and some of the best seasoning in the world (think bacon, fatback...good stuff!!!), as well as seafood....mmmmmm.

A lot of our food is influenced by West Africa (rice, okra, black-eyed peas, frying, greens), native American (corn...including grits..., squash, tomatoes, deep-pit barbecue), along with European influences.

Here are some of my favorites:

Shrimp and Grits

Fried Chicken

Shrimp and Grits

Pecan Pies

Win a $10 GC: The Tale of the Prince and the Spider by Sasha Hopkins

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Mon, 10 Aug 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Sasha Hopkins will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Prince Alexander is a boy filled with courage, laughter, and light, until a chance encounter with a mysterious new "friend" changes everything. Trapped in a web of fear and silence, he must find the strength to fight back against a dark trickster who wants to steal his voice, his joy, and his future.

The Tale of the Prince and the Spider is a modern fairytale for children, parents, and anyone who has faced fear in silence. Told with warmth, honesty, and hope, it reveals how secrets can poison, how love protects, and how even the smallest voice can grow into a roar.

Through Alexander's journey, readers discover that pain does not define us—courage does. His story is both a thrilling adventure and a gentle reminder that you are stronger than your fears, your voice matters, and you are never alone.

This is more than a tale of princes and monsters. It is a story for every family who longs for healing, resilience, and light in dark times. Beautifully written to spark conversations between children and adults, it invites readers to talk openly about bravery, truth, and the power of standing tall.

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One sunny morning, Alexander started an adventure. The sun shone bright like a golden bell, lighting up hills covered in green grass, and wildflowers—yellow, purple, red—spread out like a painter’s canvas. The wind carried scents of dirt and sweet clover, tickling his nose as he rode Menace, his brown horse, whose fur coat gleamed like a soldier’s sword. Menace’s hooves thumped the dirt road, kicking up dust that sparkled. Alexander held the reins tight, feeling them rub his hands, the breeze messing up his hair as his saddle creaked along with the swaying trees above.

Bushes shook—a rabbit darted past; a hawk’s shadow soared overhead. The road stretched on, but where trees grew thick, shadows moved, hinting at a forest full of secrets. Menace huffed, ears twitching, and Alexander patted his warm, scratchy neck. “Keep going, boy,” he said quietly, his heart beating with excitement.

Through the kingdom he went, past roads busy with familiar smiling people who stopped to cheer, their voices lifting him up. But farther out, it got quiet, the land wide and free. With a lion’s bravery, a fire’s strength, and a heart full of love, he rode into the unknown.

About the Author

Sasha Hopkins is a father of five and a storyteller from Melbourne, Australia. His journey has been shaped by both love and hardship. As a child, Sasha endured trauma that left deep scars, yet he chose not to remain silent or let those experiences define him. Instead, he transformed his pain into a story of courage, resilience, and hope.

He wrote The Tale of the Prince and the Spider during a period of recovery in Western Australia, creating it as a gift for his children, Winter, Hunter, Hudson, Navy, and Orion. What began as a father's offering of love became a timeless fairytale for families everywhere: a reminder that even in life's darkest moments, light can be found, voices can be heard, and healing is always possible.

Through his writing, Sasha shares a powerful message: your past does not diminish you, and speaking out is an act of bravery that can inspire others. When he isn't writing, Sasha is adventuring with his kids, encouraging them to embrace adventure, laughter, and the strength within themselves.

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Win a $25 GC - Move Me by Lynn Crandall

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Thu, 18 Jun 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour orgainzed by Goddess Fish Promotions.Lynn Crandall will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

An Aeon by birth, Diane Butler knew when she walked away from her fellow Aeons that she wanted certain things: wealth, power, acceptance. But she'd come to realize she didn't belong with Dark Sides and joined in the battle to save Auralia from darkness. But when her past comes after her, she understand that she can't escape it with a simple name change.

A surprise encounter that turns ugly pits lone Emmett Forrest against thugs determined to hurt Cassie. With each threat out cold on the ground, he believes he's done. But when the men report the incident to the Auralia Police Department, he can't avoid the drama or the intrigue surrounding her.

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“Anyone else bored as sin? We stopped the Irish mob and Dark Sides from taking over Auralia in December. January and February, we took some time to recover from Dark Sides’ Project Reckoning. I know you all have been tending to your personal lives, your relationships, and your careers, but for me, those two months were the epitome of boredom. Now March is almost over, and still boredom reigns.”

“Diane—” Braden started.

“Cassie,” she interrupted. “Try to remember, Braden. I’ve told you so many times that I’m using my middle name now. I’m not Diane anymore.” She pouted her lips.

Braden nodded. “Yes, sorry. You’re Cassandra Butler now, not Diane Butler.”

“Cassie. I told you, Cassie for short.” She swept her gaze around the living room at Braden and Payson’s house and flung her hands up. “I swear, it’s not that hard to remember my name. I made a change, I’m not Diane. I’m not that woman any more. I’m aligned with light and love. I’m Cassie. Cassie. Cassie Butler. Gauzy, gossamer, and open, not rigid, harsh, or angry Cassie.” The rock lodged in her gut weighed her down. Was she different? Truly? She’d been putting in the work with her counselor, Claire Eve Kelly, to make the change permanent. But with the chaos of the past not far behind, she ached for the excitement of the life she had. The parties, the conniving to get what she wanted. It had all been so mesmerizing.

About the Author After cutting her writing teeth as a feature writer for commercial and trade magazines, a reporter for newspapers and radio, and an executive editor for a communications company, award-winning author Lynn Crandall tuned her voracious appetite for stories to writing contemporary and paranormal romance, women’s fiction, and romantic suspense. In her books, she enjoys taking readers on emotional journeys with relatable characters who refuse to back down, and face challenges and tribulations with heart and soul. She believes every love has a story, and hers is with one handsome husband and a large, beautiful circle of family, including her cat Winter.

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WWBC: Something to Know Before Visiting Tifton

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 17 Jun 2026 14:00:09 +0000

Welcome to today's topic of what to know about visiting my city. I live in tTifton, Georgia, USA, named twice as one of the best small towns in the United States. It sits at the crossroads of Interstate 75, U.S. Route 41, U.S. Route 82, and U.S. Route 319. As you can guess, it's a very busy area when they all come together! And, we are fortunate enough to have seven exits... quite a few for a small town! It didn't hurt that the governor when Interstate 75 was being built was a college roommate of one of Tifton's citizens.

Our town motto is "the friendly city" and I believe it. Of course, I grew up in Tifton... moving here when I was five. It's grown a lot since that time...in 1960, we had a population of 9,903 and it's estimated to now be 17,600. In fact, at one time I would run into people I know every time I went downtown...today, I can be away from the house a full day and never see anyone I even recognize. However, we are still a very friendly city. It's not unusual, especially during hurrican season, for our population to swell due to evacuees.

However, one of the biggest thing I would want you to know if you visit Tifton is, if you come during the warmer months, be sure to be prepared for gnats!!! They are definitely a PITA...even though they aren't harmful at all. So aggravating though!

Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: My Best Teacher

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 10 Jun 2026 08:00:00 +0000

Today's topic is a story about my best teacher. First, I've had some awesome teachers, so it's really hard to pick ONE best teacher. Second, I've been out of school for a long, long, LONG time... so, yeah, there's that. There are a lot of my teachers' names that I just don't remember any more.

However, I have very fond memories of my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Purser. She always had a book corner for when we had finished work and was waiting, where we could slip away and read. We had regular silent reading time as well as journalling and, in addition, every day after lunch, she would read aloud to us from a novel. I always looked forward to our next installment.

One of the books I remember from my silent reading was The Lute Player by Norah Lofts.... I think it's time to reread it.

Win a $10 GC: The Super Seeders by Miles Hillmann

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 10 Jun 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.Miles Hillmann will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The Super Seeders is based on first-hand accounts from the scientists, breeders, and curators who have built the seven pillars of today's plant genetics revolution. It begins with the guardians of global gene banks, conserving the rare and diverse crop genes that form agriculture's safety net. From these collections, plant geneticists are now unlocking hidden traits with fast-moving genome technologies, transforming the possibilities of crop improvement.

International research centres and the groundbreaking Plant Treaty have opened the floodgates for the free exchange of genetic material, enabling a new wave of discovery. Crop breeders are translating these breakthroughs into reality, delivering drought-tolerant, disease-resistant, and higher-yielding varieties for farmers.

The book raises a pressing question: will this revolution reach the 70 percent of Africans who still depend on subsistence farming? The answer will shape not only the future of food in Africa, but the future of food security worldwide.

A story of ingenuity and urgency, The Super Seeders captures the hopes and challenges of the women and men driving a genetic transformation of agriculture—and the farmers whose lives depend on its success.

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In the cool, rolling hills of southern Ethiopia’s Wolaita Highlands, the sun crested the teff and barley fields and coloured the red soil with long shadows. Selam, widow and mother of four, wrapped her scarf around her tightly and came out into the morning light from her thatched tukul house, her hands clasped around a woven basket.

She headed for the community seed bank, a mud-brick hut just outside the school, amidst the eucalyptus trees. Inside the hut, the scent of dried grain and neem leaves filled the air. Wooden shelves ran around the room, where clay jars and gourd containers were labelled neatly in Amharic: Aba Dula wheat, Dabo barley, Red sorghum of Wando. Each had a history, some passed down from grandparents, others brought by farmers like her.

“Selam, good morning!” said Abebe, the seed bank coordinator and the village elder. His weathered face creased into a smile behind his grey beard. “We’ve just finished processing the new batch of the sorghum seed. Strong stalks. Early maturation. Your father preferred this variety.”

Selam smiled. She remembered sowing that very same red sorghum as a child alongside her parents. It had been gone for years only to reappear thanks to the gene bank.

About the Author Miles Hillmann is a lifelong entrepreneur with a career that bridges scientific curiosity and hands-on innovation, from his early work at the Kabanyolo Agricultural Research Station in Uganda during Idi Amin's fall to experiencing food shortage and famine in the Ethiopian Central Highlands. His work encompassed everything from agricultural development to building flash flood irrigation food-for-work systems.

His first company developed processes for food industry materials. Concurrently he pioneered real-time organic material analysis. He then created one of the UK's major pollution control companies supplying specialist materials to companies in Europe, Nigeria and the Middle East. This led him to establish companies in e-commerce, accredited pollution control training and flood control.

This book is the story of the scientists, curators, and plant breeders leading this movement, told in their voices, through his lens.

Articles ~ Goodreads

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Win a $10 GC: What Remains After by Pauline J. Grabia

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 03 Jun 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Pauline J. Grabia will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

SOME STORIES DO NOT END WHEN THE DANGER PASSES.

Beth Clark has not returned to her hometown in decades, since the childhood she survived there nearly destroyed her.

When her estranged mother dies, Beth comes back to rural Alberta for a funeral that feels carefully rewritten. The eulogies are tidy. The past is sanitized. But inside the abandoned bungalow where she and her brother once lived, Beth finds objects that shatter the illusion—and awaken memories of abuse, neglect, and the systems that failed to protect her.

When Beth's younger brother is critically injured in a sudden accident, the present collides with the past. Keeping vigil at his hospital bedside, Beth is drawn back into the summer that changed everything: the violence in their home, the silence of those who should have intervened, and the foster family whose quiet faith offered the first real safety either child had known.

Told across dual timelines, What Remains After is a literary psychological suspense novel about trauma and memory, belief and betrayal, and the long, unfinished work of survival. It asks what it truly means to forgive—and what remains when the truth is finally spoken.

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Coverville Baptist Church smelled musty and old, like the memories trying to escape the recesses of Beth’s mind. That’s all that remained now of her mother. Like her life, nothing at the church had changed in over forty years. It had simply aged, with splintered oak pews and grubby carpets that had been there when she was growing up.

It was unnaturally quiet in the church, which she remembered used to almost roar after a service with the lively voices of congregants discussing the sermon or what was coming up in their week. Children used to run around, shrieking and squealing in both joy and frustration. Now, it was still. Eerily so.

Beth ignored the stares from the other mourners who had arrived early for the service. When she tried to meet their gazes to say hello, they looked briefly, with pity, before looking away. She stopped looking at people. She had only arrived when she had to so she could find Otto and talk to him before it started. He wasn’t in the lobby. Maybe he was in the sanctuary.

She waited in line at the guest registry, attended to by one of the funeral directors. When it was Beth’s turn, her hand trembled as she picked up the ridiculous feathered pen and hesitated before writing down her name. Should she use her married name or her maiden name? Her ex would have a conniption if she wrote down his, and she was changing her name back anyway, so she entered “Elizabeth Clark.”

When Beth had seen her mother’s obituary on Facebook, she’d realized that, despite her hesitation, she would go to the funeral. The only other attendees were townsfolk—mostly members of Virgie’s church—and family. She suspected that most came out of curiosity rather than grief. Beth’s reasons were less clear. Her hatred for her mother had lessened over the years, but had never completely gone; still, she felt an odd urge, almost a duty, to attend. She told herself it was just an excuse to see her brother, Otto, not the urn.

About the Author
Pauline J. Grabia is a Canadian novelist whose work explores trauma, memory, faith, and the moral consequences of silence. Writing under the Stories of Consequence banner, she is drawn to stories that face difficult truths without spectacle and seek light without sentimentality. What Remains After is a literary psychological suspense novel rooted in rural Alberta and shaped by questions of survival, forgiveness, and what endures.

Instagram ~ Website ~ Goodreads

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Enter to Win a $20 GC: Love Across Time by Beth Ford

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Mon, 01 Jun 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddes Fish Promotions. Beth Ford will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Ashley and Thomas, a medieval knight, are in 1377 England, escaping from present-day immigration authorities intent on capturing Thomas. Having fled to the past to ensure their togetherness, Ashley is faced with adapting to fourteenth-century life, while Thomas, new to his title as Baron after his older brother’s death, is called to Parliament, encountering enemies there and at court as he struggles to build his own alliances.

Ashley's work at a monastic hospital is deemed “miraculous” but draws unwanted attention as potential witchcraft. Meanwhile, becoming embroiled in a political movement, she realizes too late it’s a plot against the King.

How can Ashley conform to social expectations, counter the plot, and still keep her relationship with Thomas, in all the turmoil?

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The scene at Newgate was much different than when they had left only a couple of hours before. The crowd of everyday travelers had dispersed, and de Landys’s men had been reinforced, though a few of them lay on the ground with arrows through their chests. Most of them stood with their backs to Ashley and her group, intent on countering the King’s men, who were heaving against the gate to break it down.

The two knights who had agreed to accompany her paused. Ashley glanced up at de la Garde. “This is your moment, Sir Matthew. Your future reputation will depend on what you choose to do now.”

Sir Matthew set his mouth in a grim line. He glanced at his fellow, who nodded at him. They roared past her and attacked the men from behind, slashing swords into backs and necks. Ashley used the distraction to dash into the gatehouse, where she paused only to slide the torch into a handy sconce on the wall. The King’s men were still tied up. She would have to trust that their loyalty to the King held true. Ashley knelt and used her dagger to cut through the ropes, starting with de Mantel.

“What’s the situation?” he asked as soon as he was free of his gag.

“The King’s men are on the other side of the gate. We’ve reinforced them from inside.”

“You? Are there any fighting men in your reinforceme

nts?”

“Yes. Two.” The bloody body of one of the traitors fell into the gatehouse doorway. Ashley forced a smile even though the sight made her gag. “See?”

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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Win a $15 GC: Moccasin Trace by Hawk MacKinney

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Mon, 01 Jun 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Hawk MacKinney will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

…it was about the land.

It is July of 1859, a month of sweltering dog days and feverish emotional bombast. Life is good for widower Rundell Ingram and his hazel-eyed, roan-haired son, Hamilton. Between the two of them, they take care of Moccasin Hollow, their sprawling ancestral plantation home in the rolling farming country outside Queensborough Towne in east Georgia. Adjoining Ingram lands is Wisteria Bend, the vast slave-holding plantation of Andrew and Corinthia Greer, their daughter Sarah, and son Benjamin. Both families share generations of long-accepted traditions, and childhood playmates are no longer children. The rangy, even-tempered Norman-Scottish young Hamilton is smitten with Sarah, who has become an enticing capricious beauty—the young lovers more in love with each passing day, and only pleasant times ahead of them.

…but a blood tide of war is sweeping across the South, a tide that will forever change everyone and everything.

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Short walks with Sarah, fishing, checking his rabbit snares, being any distance from the house left Hamilton uneasy. Hadn't been safe for some time. Doubly so if Mother Greer was away and Sarah and Papa were there alone. Not sure what he'd do if he came face to face with a pack of ghost-eyed raiders. As lawlessness and incidents increased, Hamilton knew if there was to be a fight, the farther it stayed from the house, the more warning those at the Hollows might have. By any measure it was a reedy-slim plan, but the only one he could muster. If he saw he was going down he'd take as many with him as he could. His greatest fear being something happening he might've prevented by being close by. For the time being everything was as alright as he could make it.

About the Author:
With postgraduate degrees and faculty positions in several medical universities, Hawk MacKinney has taught graduate courses in both the United States and Jerusalem. His professional writing includes articles on chordate neuroembryology, and aerospace research on muscle metabolic behavior in multi-orbital environments.

In addition, Hawk has authored several works of fiction including a historical romance Moccasin Trace which was nominated for both the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award. His Cairns of Sainctuarie Science Fiction Series and his Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series have received national and international attention. He is currently working on a series of horror/suspense novels.

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Win $10 - The Flames of Soulflare by La Kayshal

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 27 May 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. La Kayshal will be awarding $10 PayPal gift to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Dragons fear prophecy, and love may be the final weapon in this dark, multi-POV Romantasy perfect for fans of Fourth Wing and From Blood and Ash.

Feared as the harbinger of doom, Everin Haydon is stolen, broken, and reforged by magic into a living weapon bound to a Dragon Council that calls its tyranny justice.

Across the realms, Lord Tynan, the Demon of Darkness and Chaos, returns. His awakening marks the coming of the three days of darkness, and he tears through realms to reclaim what fate binds to him, the Hell’s Fire Dragon.

But one question remains. If the demon rises, where is the immortal meant to stop him?

As the dragon world waits for divine intervention, Everin must decide whether she remains a weapon or becomes the fate of the realms.

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The moon hung quietly above Helldreth Fort, its pale glow spilling through the tall windows and brushing the chamber with soft silver. A cool breeze drifted in and stirred the white curtains, their edges sweeping lightly across Everin’s skin. She pulled her silk gown closer, grateful for the warmth of the room. It felt comforting, far more so than the terrible, dark place she had left behind.

Her steps carried her to the mirror in the corner. The reflection staring back looked thinner, as if her body had been carved down to something she hardly recognized. The neckline of her nightie dipped too low to her liking, drawing her eye to the faint scars across her chest. The lamp light traced their uneven lines, pale and unsettling.

She touched them gently. Everin barely remembered how or when she got the scars. She pulled the outer robe around her until it covered more of her chest. At least the scars were low enough to stay hidden unless she wore something too revealing.

A sound of footsteps behind her made her turn.

Tariel Fenwick, her first love, stood at the doorway.

Everin froze for a moment. He looked different—stronger, more defined, more man than the boy she remembered. His dark hair rested just above his shoulders with two thin braids at the sides of his head, framing a face sharpened by a faint stubble. His amber eyes, once so warm, now carried a deeper, shadowed intensity. His shirt hung open across his chest, revealing sculpted muscle that rose with each slow breath, and a leather gauntlet, more like an open finger glove, hugged his left hand like a seamless extension of his skin.

Her gaze lingered longer than she meant it to. He saw that. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips.

She straightened quickly. “We need to talk, Tariel.”

“Yes,” he replied, approaching her, “but not now.”

“There is a lot I want to understand,” she said quietly. “So much I don’t remember.”

“Later.” He reached her, lowering his voice. “I’ve long waited for this moment with you.”

He stepped closer.

She stepped back.

“You waited for me?” she whispered, searching his face.

“I did,” he said. “More than you know.”

He brushed a fingertip along her arm. She stiffened but felt a flicker of the old pull toward him, a warm memory trying to surface. Her eyes drifted briefly to his lips, those that she had kissed in the past, before she forced herself to look away.

His smirk deepened. “Are we shy now, Everin?” he murmured, amusement warm in his voice.

About the Author: La Kayshal is an Australian writer of romance, YA, and children's fantasy novels. She lives with her husband, daughter, and a playful Malshi puppy in the coastal plains of the Sunny State.
br> Her debut novel, The Lost Crown, is an adventure romance set in the exotic landscapes of India. She also created the much-loved Sylph Series, a whimsical children’s collection that introduces readers to the amazing world of Sylphs, with each book carrying a gentle moral lesson. A lifelong fan of wizards, magic, dragons, swords, and elementals, she poured all these passions into her YA fantasy Ariston Baker in the Weird Picture Book, a fast-paced journey filled with realms, riddles, action, and adventure.

Her latest project is the Hell’s Fire Dragon duology, a romantasy series filled with dragons, magic, and high-stakes conflict. Book 1, The Flames of Darkness, begins the story, followed by Book 2, The Flames of Soulflare.

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Win a $15 GC: K-Pop The Four Lights and the Sharded Lullaby by Lotte Bluejay

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Tue, 26 May 2026 08:00:00 +0000

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Lotte Bluejay will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

An epic K-Pop fantasy adventure series for readers ages 8-12.

Music becomes magic. Friendship becomes power. And every concert could save the world.

When four freshly debuted K-pop idols discover that their songs awaken ancient magic, their rise to fame turns into something far greater than a world tour.

At their first sold-out concert, Hana, Daon, Mira, and Noah expect a night of lights and applause. Instead, they uncover a broken lullaby and fragments of an ancient prophecy. Soon strange things begin to follow them from city to city - whispers in the lights, shadows beneath the rhythm, and a dark force determined to silence their music forever.

Because somewhere in the shadows, a forgotten enemy has been waiting for the music to begin.

To protect their dreams, their fans, and each other, the four must learn to unlock the hidden power within their songs. Because harmony is strongest when no one stands alone. And some melodies were never meant to fade.

Perfect for readers who love:

• magical adventures and epic quests
• powerful friendships and teamwork
• modern fantasy with a pop-culture twist
• stories where music becomes magic

Begin the adventure with Book 1 of The Four Lights. The stage is set. The prophecy has begun. And the world is about to hear their song.

The Four Lights Series

A magical middle-grade adventure about friendship, courage, and the power of music.

Book 1 - The Sharded Lullaby
Book 2 - The Shadow Band
Book 3 - The Crimson Solace
Book 4 - The Syncopated Harmony
Book 5 - The Hollow Beat
Book 6 - The Blinding Crescendo
Book 7 - the epic finale

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Daon’s fingers twitched. Tap-tap … tap.

The pulse matched him.

Hana’s breath caught. “Daon,” she said, low.

“I know, I know,” he whispered, but he couldn’t help it. The beat slipped out of him like a hiccup. He added a heel-thump, tiny, a heartbeat on the floor.

The bobbing steadied. The little bumps turned into a slow roll, the kind you could ride if you knew when to lean.

Daon leaned with it, eyes wide. “Are you seeing this?”

“I’m seeing you stop,” Noah said.

Mira pressed a new chord, soft and bright. The roll faded. The seatbelt sign blinked off.

Silence fell between them, the kind that wasn’t empty at all.

Hana looked from Daon’s hands to Mira’s keyboard to Noah’s steady grip on the bass case. No one said the word magic. No one said powers. The cabin was full of people, full of cameras, full of ordinary. The last thing they needed was attention.

Daon tucked his hands under his thighs like a kid in time-out. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. But did you feel how the bumps synced to me? Like the plane caught the beat?”

“It synced to the pilot,” Noah said. “Like it’s supposed to.”

Mira’s mouth curved. “Maybe both.”

The cart came back with snacks. Crackers. Cups. The clink of ice. The very normal world.
They ate. They watched a cartoon on the seatback screens without hearing it. They tried to sleep.

Hana couldn't. She stared at the little screen map and watched their plane crawl toward Japan. A bright line traced their path, pixel by pixel. She thought of the glow that had raced up the mic stands, and of how her body had hummed like a string in tune.

She reached into her backpack and slid out a notebook. On the first blank page she wrote:
Seoul: power went out – we sang – stands glowed – crowd calmed. Backstage: stands still warm – felt watched – not sure. Plane: Daon’s beat = air bumps? Mira’s chord = calm?
She added a question mark and circled it twice.

About the Author

Lotte Bluejay creates magical middle-grade adventures where music becomes power and friendship saves the day. Her Four Lights series blends the sparkle of K-Pop with the wonder of fantasy, giving young readers stories filled with rhythm, courage, and hope. Every book is written to light up imaginations, celebrate teamwork, and remind kids that even in the darkest moments, their own voices can shine the brightest.

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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: A Typical Day in My Life

noreply@blogger.com (Judy) — Wed, 20 May 2026 13:51:57 +0000

My days vary depending on the day of the week. As a cancer patient, many of my days are centered around doctor visits. But, taking those out of the equation... here is a breakdown of a typical day in my life (beware... it's not terrribly exciting!)

I get up at 6 am to sign onto my computer to check to check to see if all the tours for the day are up at Goddess Fish Promotions ... ps. that's the website for the company, which has the links to our tours.. check us out if you haven't already!

Once I've done that part of my work, I do my brain-recharging with Wordle, Connections, and Tightrope. Fun games... try them out if you haven't already!

Then my morning chores for work: promoting the tours on Facebook and Twitter, sending out invoices, posting tours that have been paid for, sending out invitations to tours that are curently available (if you aren't a host for us, why not? Sign up here and check out the benefits. :-)

After a shower and getting dressed, the rest of my day is taken up with the myriad of chores that comes along with owning your own business... emails, filling tours, working on our other website. With new tours coming in every day, there is always something to do. I joke with my husband that if we ever get to where I don't have something work related to do, it's a bad day because that will mean we don't have any business.

I do break this part of my day up, because if I don't I'll sit in my recliner all day long without moving anything other than my fingers... not at all healthy! So, I work for an hour, then get up and do something for 15 minutes... watering the flowers outside, tidying up inside, household chores that seem to develop overnight....there is always something to do. And my body and my house both benefit from 15 minutes every hour.

Fortunately, working for myself means I can also take breaks when need be... as long as the work gets done, I'm not chained to a 9-5 routine. I have a group of friends I lunch with weekly, play trivia at a local pizzaria every Tuesday night, etc. And, we have a place at the coast so I can pack up the laptop and work down there... but the routine is the same (even though I might take longer breaks and enjoy the beach!)

With getting up so early... i'm nearly always in be by 8:30 (except Tueday nights!!!)...so.. there you have it. A typical day in my life.