Multi-Culture Children’s Books

Genre: Children’s BookPublisher: Book Baby

Release Date: August 19, 2013

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Book Description:

Around the world teaches kids about different culture and what make us unique and special. The book will give shot of each characters’ lives and they will give us a glance of their country.


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Genre: Children’s Book

Publisher: Outskirts Press

Release Date: December 13, 2013

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Book Description:

A wonderful book for ages 1-7 year of year. A boy named Tommy often forgets to say the magic words, but then he realizes how important those words are. Let Tommy remind us about those words in a fun and magic way!

Author Ana Koza lives with her husband and sons Ari and Eli in San Diego, California. She was raised in Guadalajara, Mexico. Interested in writing since she was in school, Ana is now writing two future books for children which she expects to publish later this year. More information about Ana and her books can be found at her author web site www.kidintheclouds.com. Her books are available at www.amazon.com and www.barnesandnoble.com and at book stores.

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book cover reveal – Battle Scars I: Men of the Cross

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Battle Scars I: Men of the Cross

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Missing from her mountain village

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Title: Milk Fever

Author Name: Lissa M. Cowan


Lissa M. Cowan is the author of Milk Fever and founder of Writing the Body. She speaks and writes about storytelling, creativity, work-life balance and creative spirituality. She is a Huffington Post blogger and writes regularly for Canadian and U.S. magazines and newspapers.

She is co-translator of Words that Walk in the Night by Pierre Morency, one of Québec’s most honoured poets. She has been writing and telling stories in one form or another since she was six years old and has received awards for her writing from the University of Victoria’s Writing Department and from The Banff Centre. She is an alumna of The Banff Centre and The Victoria School of Writing. She has had some wonderfully talented teachers along the way such as Nino Ricci, Jane Rule and Daphne Marlatt who have helped her hone her writing craft.

Lissa believes that inspiration for writing can come from anywhere and that lifelong creativity begins by cultivating a deep awareness of ourselves, and the world around us. She coaches her students to develop the skills to tune in—rather than wait for the muse—and to trust their intuition. She believes that true creative work begins with a loving relationship to self and spreads outwards to encompass all living beings.

When she’s not writing or teaching, you can most likely find her in a cafe working on one of her stories or book ideas. She just started work on a creative non-fiction book, though it’s too early right now to spill the beans on that one!

She holds a Master of Arts degree in English Studies from l’Université de Montréal and lives in Toronto, Canada.

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Website: lissacowan.com

Book Genre: Historical fiction, literary suspense

Publisher: Demeter Press

Release Date: October 18, 2013

Book Description:

What if the only person you ever loved suddenly disappeared without a trace?

In 1789, Armande, a wet nurse who is known for the mystical qualities of her breast milk, goes missing from her mountain village.

Céleste, a cunning servant girl who Armande once saved from shame and starvation, sets out to find her. A snuffbox found in the snow, the unexpected arrival of a gentleman and the discovery of the wet nurse’s diary, deepen the mystery. Using Armande’s diary as a map to her secret past, Céleste fights to save her from those plotting to steal the wisdom of her milk.

Milk Fever is a rich and inspired tale set on the eve of the French Revolution–a delicious peek into this age’s history. The story explores the fight for women’s rights and the rise in clandestine literature laying bare sexuality, the nature of love and the magic of books to transform lives.

Excerpt:

My fever worsened. I don’t recall all who came to assist me on my sickbed during those few days of torment, but I know the village doctor was there for a time, along with a travelling barber-surgeon, an apothecary and a healer of the stone evil. One advised bleeding and another clysters. Still another insisted on purgatives in the way of small spoonfuls of cinnamon water. Margot applied compresses and told me to continue suckling even though the doctors warned

against it.

Eventually your body will rid itself of milk fever,” she said.

Heat consumed every part of me, setting my skin on fire. One night I didn’t sleep and hallucinated instead. In my half-mad vision, all the saints were there before me—Augustine, Teresa, Sebastian, Thomas, Francis, Cecilia—and many mortal beings who were now absent to me. Although I lay in bed amidst damp sheets, I saw my dear mother who died bringing me into the world, childhood playmates of mine who fell during the scourge and were buried together in one solitary grave. A neighbour who didn’t survive the birth of her second child, and yet another woman crying out as her son lay on his deathbed—all of them scaling the exterior walls of my house like red-eyed lepers seeking a crypt to hide their half-deadness. At first, I didn’t want to let these lost souls into my life. They were, after all, echoes of the past, wreckage from a sea-bound ship that never made it home. Although I am afraid of what they showed me, I was compelled to let them in. I awakened in a pool of water, nightshirt clinging to my hot, wet body. My child was no longer beside me. Did the lost souls take her, I wondered. Perhaps the flames licked her all away. Just when I had given up hope of ever seeing my darling baby again, Margot walked into the room. She passed a cool cloth over my forehead and cheeks. Its freshness soothed me.

Where is Rose-Marie? What happened to her?” I asked deliriously.

She is asleep in a basket by your bed. There, you see?”

I raised my head and glimpsed her round face peeking out from the covers. She batted the air with her fists, emitting rapid cries. Margot sat on the bed and looked upon me as a mother does a daughter.

You were burning up.”

Yes. I have spent the night watching saints and others battle the fires of Hades.”

Take the child. She needs your milk.” Margot handed her to me and I brought her to the spot of all my woes.

Amazed to find that feeding her soothed the pain in my bosom, I felt my fever much less than before. A sensation that I cannot put my finger on took hold of me when my milk fever subsided and I became bright-eyed and shiny as a new coin. I am no more able to understand my transformation than I am able to blame Rose-Marie for taking me from intellectual pursuits. My melancholia vanished with the morning mist. My baby’s little mouth curled and eyelids like pea pods opened and closed. When she looked up at me with knowing eyes, I couldn’t help but think it was my milk that produced such a state. My heart was suddenly joyful and I reasoned that there was no better place to be. Her gurgles and chirps told me she was happy in my arms and I now sensed the same emotion holding her. Ten little fingers and ten little toes, she was built of the stuff that made a body unstoppable. I held her always, all day, bestowing kisses upon her downy head. I couldn’t believe that this little nut, this sleeping angel, was mine. I cried and laughed as I rocked her. My words were caresses for her, flowing and erupting. She drank in my sweet hums and coos, her mouth lingering at my every syllable.

After feeding, I wrapped Rose-Marie and myself in a blanket and madly raced down the stairs toward the door. As I combed the garden for a bit of wind to quell what was left of my fever, I sensed my present life slipping away. My head and heart informed me that mothering wasn’t contrary to learning, yet instead part of it. I can write and reflect and talk philosophy just as I can suckle a child. No one can tell me—not even my own father—that it is not a woman’s privilege to do both.


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Unleashed – Sydney Rye Series

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Emily Kimelman’s Sydney Rye series of mysteries feature a strong female protagonist and her rescue dog, Blue. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don’t mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

Haven’t read Sydney Rye yet? Download the first book, UNLEASHED, for free on Amazon, iTunes, B&N, or Kobo and see how she sounds in your head then vote for the best narrator.

Voting enters you to win all sorts of great prizes including Amazon gift cards, signed books, and the finished Audio book! Add to your chances of winning by joining Emily’s email list, liking her Facebook page, or telling your friends about the contest.

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More about UNLEASHED:

UNLEASHED is the first book in Emily Kimelman’s best selling Sydney Rye series of mysteries.

When the series begins Sydney Rye is named Joy Humbolt. She does not like people telling her what to do, so it comes as no surprise that she was just fired from her last job. When she buys Charlene Miller’s dog-walking business on Manhattan’s exclusive upper east side, it seems like the perfect fit: Quiet environment, minimal contact with people.

But then one of her clients turns up dead, and Charlene disappears. Rumors say Charlene was having an affair with the victim–and of course, everyone assumes Joy must know where she is. Joy begins to look into the crime, first out of curiosity then out of anger when there is another murder and threats start to come her way.

When police detective Mulberry is assigned to the case, Joy finds a kindred spirit–cynical and none-too-fond of the human race. As they dig deep into the secrets of Manhattan’s elite, they not only get closer to the killer but also to a point of no return. One last murder sends Joy Humbolt hurtling over the edge. Her only chance of survival is to become Sydney Rye.

The Rest of The Sydney Rye Series:

 DEATH IN THE DARK (A Sydney Rye Novella, #2)

INSATIABLE (A Sydney Rye Novel, #3)

STRINGS OF GLASS (A Sydney Rye Novel, #4)

DEVIL’S WEED (A Sydney Rye Novel, #5) Coming Spring 2014

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Emily Kimelman is the author of the best selling “Sydney Rye” series of mystery novels including UNLEASHED, DEATH IN THE DARK, INSATIABLE, STRINGS OF GLASS and the forthcoming DEVIL’S WEED. Emily lives with her husband, Sean Gilvey, and their dog, Kinsey Millhone “Pup Detective”, on a trawler docked in the Hudson Valley during the summer. She spends her winters traveling to where ever the next Sydney Rye Novel takes place. Right now she is in Costa Rica working on Sydney Rye #6.

If you’ve read Emily’s work and liked it please contact her. She loves hearing from readers. You can reach Emily via email ejkimelman@gmail.com

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Visit www.emilykimelman.com to learn more about Emily and the Sydney Rye series.

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Review – The Dark Side of Sunset Pointe

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The Dark Side of Sunset Pointe, a Lance Underphal Mystery by Michael Allan Scott. (Telemachus Press), 2013, 383 pages. 2972 KB; ISBN: 978-1-938701-94-8 (e-Book); 978-1-938701-95-5 (Paperback)

At the very beginning Michael Allan Scott warns the reader that this book “is a murder mystery intended for adults, it contains explicit language, sex & violence. If you are offended by this type of material, PLEASE DON’T READ IT.”

Readers, he is not kidding.  The first few pages will turn you off if you don’t like to read a book with this type of language.

The main character, Lance Underphal, a photographer for the Valley Free Press, is not your typical tall, dark, and handsome hero.  Nor is he a rugged knight in shining armor.  Instead, he is in his late fifties, more short than tall, hefty around the middle, a widower, and a slob.  Yet, he has a gift, or perhaps it is a curse: he receives psychic visions with the help from his dead wife, who speaks to him from her grave.  Underphal also suffers from migraines with excruciating pain and blinding light.

When Underphal gets the phone call to head out to a murder scene, he grabs his camera and off he goes.  Once he arrives and starts taking photographs the scene, a migraine takes over his body and he struggles to continue his job, but before he can finish, the pain over takes him, he blacks out, and is rushed to the hospital.

Once out of the hospital, Underphal looks at the photos he took at the scene, but there is one photo too many: a photo that is a complete mystery.   

Working with a journalist from the newspaper and a police officer, Underphal goes from crime scene to crime scene and the bodies keep stacking up in The Dark Side of Sunset Pointe.  Who is doing this and why?

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Scott breaks the story into many scenes and if the reader is not paying close attention can easily get confused because of the many characters and their roles within the story.

Reading The Dark Side of Sunset Pointe brings to mind a quote from Sir Walter Scott.  (Isn’t the last name ironic in this case?) “Oh, what a tangled web we weave: When first we practise to deceive!”

I give this book a 5 Star Rating as a murder mystery, suspense, and a thriller.

Author Bio:

Born and raised at the edge of the high desert in Kingman, Arizona, Michael Allan Scott resides in Scottsdale with his wife, Cynthia and their hundred-pound Doberman, Otto. In addition to writing mysteries and speculative fiction, his interests include music, photography, art, scuba diving and auto racing. For the latest, please visit http://michaelallanscott.com

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Dark Side Sunset Pointe

Title: Dark Side of Sunset Pointe – a Lance Underphal Mystery

Author Name: Michael Allan Scott

Author Bio:

Born and raised at the edge of the high
desert in Kingman, Arizona, Michael Allan Scott resides in Scottsdale
with his wife, Cynthia and their hundred-pound Doberman, Otto. In
addition to writing mysteries and speculative fiction, his interests
include music, photography, art, scuba diving and auto racing. For
the latest, please visit http://michaelallanscott.com

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Website: http://michaelallanscott.com/

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Book Genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

Publisher: Telemachus Press

Release Date: 11/19/12

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Book Description:Catalogue Cover Amazon

A contemporary mystery/thriller—a paranormal mystery, to be more precise. For mystery fans, it twists and turns like a dragon kite in a high wind. Mystery connoisseurs, beware. The Lance Underphal Mystery series will keep you guessing . . .

Lance Underphal was devastated by his wife’s death, and now, the down-and-out crime-scene photographer can’t let her go. He wakes up plagued by premonitions. The double shooting of an Arizona real estate developer and his mistress/bookkeeper immerse Underphal in a world of incomprehensible phenomena.

Frank Salmon, the homicide detective on the case, does his best to blow off Underphal’s “visions.” But the murders keep piling up and the visions are all too real.

Salmon pursues Underphal’s clues from a popular strip club to a failing community bank, adding a blackmailing stripper to the body count.

Underphal struggles mightily with his psychic curse, teetering on the brink of insanity. His only hope for redemption is the voice in his head, the voice of his dead wife. Stumbling through dark vortexes of murderous intrigue, he comes to realize his visions will either kill him or lead to the capture of a killer—maybe more than one.

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Author Eric Bronson on Tour with Rag Time Music


Title: King of Rags

Author Name: Eric Bronson




Author Bio: Eric Bronson teaches philosophy in the Humanities Department at York University in Toronto. He is the editor of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Philosophy (Wiley-Blackwell, 2011), Poker and Philosophy (Open Court, 2006), Baseball and Philosophy (Open Court, 2004), and co-editor of The Hobbit and Philosophy (Wiley-Blackwell, 2012), and The Lord of the Rings and Philosophy (Open Court, 2003). In 2007 he served as the “Soul Trainer” for the CBC radio morning show, “Sounds Like Canada.” His current project is a book called The Dice Shooters, based loosely on his experiences dealing craps in Las Vegas.

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Book Genre: Historical Fiction

Publisher: Neverland Publishing

Release Date: May, 2013

Buy Link(s): Amazon

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King of Rags follows the life of Scott Joplin and his fellow ragtime musicians as they frantically transform the seedy and segregated underbelly of comedians, conmen and prostitutes who called America’s most vibrant cities home. Inspired by Booker T. Washington and the Dahomeyan defeat in West Africa, Joplin was ignored by the masses for writing the music of Civil Rights fifty years before America was ready to listen.

Excerpt Two (500-800 or so Words):

At ten-thirty, Mama Lou took the stage. Scott took his fingers off the piano as Memphis had instructed. One by one, the tables grew quiet. Mama Lou silenced a room just by blinking, it was said, and it wasn’t far from the truth. She was short, fat, old looking—how old was impossible to know—and a little bit angry. Wearing her patented calico dress and gingham apron, Mama Lou preferred to be the only important attraction in the room and never uttered a note until she was.

In more esteemed circles of the colored world, Black Patti was the diva extraordinaire, but around the bordellos up and down the muddy streets near St. Louis’ Union Station, nobody could touch the woman they called Mama Lou.

Scott sat nervously at the bench. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable pause, she rolled her tongue, clapped her hands and squinted her evil eyes. The result was spellbinding.

Ta…Ra…Ra…” and then a pause and a snarl and a tight jerk of her immense chin.

Boom-de-ay!”

And just like that, not one person’s thoughts were turned anywhere else. The cares of the world that may have weighed on someone at some time or another throughout the week didn’t any longer mean a thing.

Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay!” she repeated, faster, swaying gently

and flashing her yellow and gold teeth in a wide-open smile.

I can take your love between my hands

And make you feel so sweet and grand

But don’t you think I’ll give a damn

About doin’ the same to another man

Cause ain’t nobody gonna rule me

And ain’t nobody gonna fool me

And ain’t nobody gonna school me

bout what I do with my body

Not him, not you, not anybody

Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay…”

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Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay

Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay

When she finished, Scott played and played and played. It was just like that day at the Rodgers home when he discovered the piano for the first time. It started with his fingers, just skin on bone and note to note. Then it shot up his wrists, skittering over the hair on his arms like thousands of

Texarkana red ants stepping out for air. He played the Masters. That is, he started with them. As the beer went through him, and the smoke from his dangling cigarette seeped out from his lungs and lifted him lighter, Scott began to play with speed. Faster and faster. The music kept on coming. He heard coronets and fiddles and rattling drums over the hilltops wrestling their way out from some distant country or faraway dream. The faster Scott played, the more his old life merged into the present. A jolt shot through his shoulders and Scott heard the sure strumming of his father’s banjo. Inside his legs, Scott felt a quiver and a smash as a broom crashed against the floor to the steady time of an old-fashioned church shout-out. Scott heard it all, but he never took his hands away from the piano except to stop now and again for a sip of beer while his left hand kept the time and his feet pushed heavy on the pedals. He heard everything. For the first time in his life, Scott was a real entertainer. Whole worlds collided and when they did, Scott stopped. A pause, here and there off the beat. A stutter and start. It was a kind of love but something deeper. Something older. Older even than love.

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The Marriage Pact

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The Marriage Pact (2011), Regrets Only (2012), and Baggage Check (2013)

M.J. Pullen

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M.J. (Manda) Pullen studied English Literature and Business at the University of Georgia in Athens, and later Professional Counseling at Georgia State University in Atlanta. She practiced psychotherapy for five years before taking time off for writing and raising her two young boys. Since high school, she has also been an executive assistant, cashier, telemarketer, professional fundraiser, marketing guru, magazine writer, grant-writer, waitress, box-packer, HR person, and casual drifter.

She reads and writes across many genres, and learns something from everything she does. No matter what she’s writing, M.J. believes that love is the greatest adventure there is, and that hopeless romantics are never really hopeless.

She loves to hear from readers and other writers – so drop her a line!

Author Links –

Website: mjpullen.com

Twitter: @MJPullen

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Book Description:

Marci Thompson always knew what life would be like by her 30th birthday. A large but cozy suburban home shared with a charming husband and two brilliant children. A celebrated career as an established writer, complete with wall-to-wall mahogany shelves and a summer book tour. A life full of adventure with her friends and family by her side.

Instead, Marci lives alone in 480 square feet of converted motel space next to a punk rock band, hundreds of miles from her friends and family. She works in a temporary accounting assignment that has somehow stretched from two weeks into nine months. And the only bright spot in her life, not to mention the only sex she’s had in two years, is an illicit affair with her married boss, Doug. Thirty is not at all what it is cracked up to be.

Then the reappearance of a cocktail napkin she hasn’t seen in a decade opens a long-forgotten door, and Marci’s life gets complicated, fast. The lines between right and wrong, fantasy and reality, heartache and happiness are all about to get very blurry, as Marci faces the most difficult choices of her life.

Excerpt:

Her Hotmail account had thirty-two new messages. At least half were automated e-mails from online retailers wishing her a happy birthday with 10% off and free shipping. There were a few e-cards from friends, which she decided to open later. A couple of notifications from writing listservs of which she was a member, but somehow never made time to read. A forward chain e-mail from Suzanne’s grandmother, alerting her that her UPS delivery driver might be a member of Al Qaeda. A sale on her favorite jeans at the Plus-Size outlet store. A happy birthday from her chiropractor.

As she neared the bottom of the highlighted portion of her inbox, she saw the first new message had been sent at 12:01 a.m. from Jake Stillwell, one of her best friends from college. Nothing was in the subject line, but she saw there was an attachment, and curiosity beat out her hesitance about the scary meeting with the IT guy. She clicked to open it, read the two short sentences Jake had included, and sat back while the image loaded on the screen. No. It couldn’t be. Had he really kept it?

The consternation must still have been visible on her face a few moments later when Doug’s head appeared around the side of her cubicle, because he stopped his momentum to ask, “Everything okay?” despite his obvious hurry. Startled, she lunged forward and clicked the windows closed, even though Doug certainly would not care that she was checking her e-mail from the office.

It’s fine. I’m…fine,” she said.

Okay, good. Listen, babe,” he began, and Marci looked around wide-eyed to make sure no one was around to hear the familiar term. He laughed at her panic, as usual. “I already checked—we’re alone, kiddo. “

Kiddo.

I just came by to say I can’t go to lunch today. There’s a meeting at Motorola this afternoon—a big project we might be doing for them. I have to be there. Frank’s been really riding my ass about bringing in new clients lately…hey, are you sure you’re okay?” He looked genuinely concerned.

Yes, I’m fine,” she said, pasting on a smile. “Just a weird e-mail from home.”

Oh.” He seemed to be debating whether to go on, or wait for her to explain further. Not knowing what to say, Marci remained silent.

Anyway, sweetheart, I’m sorry that I can’t go to lunch with you on your birthday. I promise I will make it up to you tonight. Cathy’s, um…” He hesitated, flustered, and then finished in a rush. Usually he avoided saying his wife’s name to Marci. “Well, I’m free for a while tonight.”

Without warning, he leaned down and kissed her. He had never so much as touched her hand in the office before, and her body tingled with the danger and excitement in response. Afterward, he kept his face close to hers. She smelled his clean skin, and somehow resisted the temptation to put her palm flat against the crisp white undershirt beneath the blue.

His voice in her ear was husky. “I really did want to take you to lunch.” His tone suggested eating lunch had probably not been on the agenda. Her heart pounded and she looked around wildly, expecting to see someone come around the corner at any second and find them in this pose, for which there was no feasible professional explanation. “I’ll find you later.” She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent. When she opened them, he was gone.

Book Description:

At thirty-three, Suzanne Hamilton has it all. A successful party-planning business with an elite client list. A swank condo in a hot Atlanta neighborhood and a close group of friends – especially her longtime best friend Marci. A list of men a mile long who have tried to win her heart and failed. Plus, she’s just landed the event that will take her career and social status to the next level. What could she possibly have to regret?

Then a freak accident changes everything, and Suzanne discovers that her near-perfect life is just a few steps away from total disaster. She is humiliated and at risk of losing it all… except the surprising support of her newest celebrity client. With nothing else to go on, Suzanne follows him into an unexpected job and unfamiliar territory. Soon she will question everything – her career, her past, her friendships, and even her own dating rules.

But when her catalog of past relationships turns into a list of criminal suspects, she is faced with the horrifying possibility that she may not live to regret any of it…

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A few hours later, Suzanne awoke suddenly, unable to breathe. She gasped for air in the darkness, desperately trying to move, to figure out where she was. There was no light anywhere. Her chest tightened painfully, heart pounding, lips dry. As she struggled to move, she heard Rick groan softly nearby and roll over, releasing her from his grasp. She was in his hotel room, she remembered, and relaxed a little. When his breathing was soft and steady she moved again to slide out from between the crisp sheets.

I can’t do it.

She found the clock face down on the floor. Almost four a.m. She crept into the bathroom and shut the door before finding the unpleasantly bright light. She splashed water on her face and breathed deeply. After a few moments with her hands steadying her against the sink, she looked in the mirror. Jesus, I look like crap. Mascara was smeared beneath her eyes, her formerly perfect hair was a rat’s nest behind her head, and the evening of cocktails had weathered her face like a sailor’s. Suzanne looked and felt much older than thirty-three. She made a mental note to have Chad schedule a facial before the benefit.

Silently, she began gathering her things. The hotel room was pitch black, so she scrounged in her purse for the tiny keychain light, shaped like a pig, which Marci had given her years ago. The expensive pumps had been kicked off near the door. Skirt and blouse were in a heap nearby. After a few moments of searching, she located her bra hanging off the desk lampshade across from the bed. Her panties, however, had gone completely missing.

She covered the room with the tiny pig several times, freezing periodically when she heard Rick shift or grunt in his sleep. Opening the blackout curtains a fraction gave her enough light to shimmy into the rest of her clothes and make one more sweep of the room. She kicked herself for wearing her favorite pair of La Perla underwear, as they were about to become a casualty to an early-morning getaway.

Sorry, girls.

She decided to add “Leave favorite underwear at home,” to her list of dating rules. The rules were sort of Suzanne’s cross between Emily Post and Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, mostly resulting from her own bad experiences: Never bring a man back your place. No emotional talk during sex. Never get naked with the lights on. Always undress yourself. No dating guys with kids or dogs. No sex in cars. And so on. She thought one day she could publish these rules and make a fortune.

She closed the curtain and crept toward the door. She was nearly out of the room when she lost her balance and bumped against the closet door. It rattled loudly. Rick stirred behind her. “Suzanne? You okay?”

Damn.

Yes, I’m fine.” Her voice was sheepish despite her best efforts. “I just need to get an early start today.”

But,” his voice in the darkness was slow and softened by sleep, “it’s Saturday.”

Yeah, I just have so much going on with this benefit; I really need to get home. Thank you for dinner and…everything.”

She waited as she heard him fumble for the lamp and got it turned on. “Um, sure. You’re welcome?” he said, looking around, befuddled. In the sudden light, his bare chest looked a little pudgier, and furrier, than she remembered. He ran his hand through the thick brown hair standing up all over his head.

Okay, well…bye, Rick,” she said, as sweetly as she could. She turned back toward the door.

Wait,” he said softly.

Please don’t make an ass of yourself, she willed him. Please just hate me and let’s be done with it.

She didn’t have to worry. As much as he liked her, Rick the Salesman knew a simple, cardinal rule of all relationships: never beg. He simply asked the exact question to which he wanted the answer. “This is ending right now, isn’t it?”

Suzanne noticed that there was neither hope nor despair in his tone. Obviously, he genuinely liked her, and yet the question only sought to confirm, rather than to convince or retaliate. She hesitated only for a split second. “Yes.”

She hovered there momentarily, waiting for the usual barrage of questions or arguments to commence, but Rick just nodded slowly and said, “I’m sorry to hear that. It really was very nice to meet you, Suzanne.”

Her face flushed. The stark contrast between this courteous ending and last night’s very primitive activities embarrassed her, as did standing in her professional clothes and heels with no underwear. “You, too, Rick. Take care, okay?”

She hurried out, made her way down the stairs, and exited the side door. She had the phone number to the cab company on speed dial.

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Book Genre: Women’s Fiction/Romance

Publisher: Flourish Publications (Self)

Release Date: November 2013

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At thirty-five, Rebecca Williamson is surrounded by happy endings. Her friends Suzanne and Marci are living out their own personal fairy tales in Atlanta, Georgia. But despite Rebecca’s best efforts four years ago, her adorable college friend Jake Stillwell has officially slipped through her fingers and broken her heart. Even though her job as a flight attendant fits perfectly with her orderly nature, and brings her into contact with lots of eligible men, she can’t seem to find a man who is Jake’s equal.

Then a frantic phone call from her mother in Oreville, Alabama turns Rebecca’s structured life on its ear. She will find herself back in the tiny town she worked so hard to leave behind, and thrown together with Deputy Alex Chen, a face from the past who’s made it clear he thinks of Rebecca as more than just an old friend’s kid sister.

But Alex is nothing like what Rebecca had in mind; and in the meantime, she has other battles to fight, including her painful family history. Can she navigate the chaos and get her life back to normal? Will Alex prove himself to be the friend she’s always needed? Or will she discover that the door to Jake is not as tightly closed as she thought?

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What the hell was that?” Valerie asked, sliding into the booth across from Rebecca. “He was a nice-looking kid. You don’t like foreign guys?”

That’s not it,” Rebecca said.

Well, I had that one primed for you. Such a waste.”

Thanks, Val, but I don’t need you to find guys for me. And I’m sure he won’t go to waste. Look, he’s talking to that girl at the bar already.”

I didn’t mean him,” Val said. “I meant you. You’re such a beautiful girl: educated, nice nose, and that pretty brown hair is your real color as far as I can tell. We’ve flown together three years and I never hear about you dating anyone.”

Well, maybe I—”

Valerie leaned across the table with a loud whisper. “Are you a lesbian?”

What? No!”

Because I’m okay with it, really. I’m very hip about this stuff. I even have a lesbian niece. Very attractive, if she would just let her hair grow out. Of course, she’s younger than you, but…”

Valerie!” Rebecca said too loudly. Then softer, “I am not a lesbian. I used to date men all the time. I just haven’t lately.”

Why not?”

I don’t know. The hours?”

Bullshit.”

Come on, Val. Why the sudden interest in my love life? Can we talk about something else?”

No.”

Rebecca knew from experience Valerie had no intention of letting up. She took a sip of her drink, not terribly helpful since it was mostly melted ice. A long sigh under Valerie’s unwavering stare. “I guess you could say I got my heart broken a few years ago, and I just haven’t gotten over it yet.”

Really? Who was this? How come I haven’t heard about him?”

Rebecca sighed. In for a penny… “You have heard of him. It was my friend Jake.”

Jake?” Valerie furrowed her brow. “You mean…your friend, the girl with the blog, what’s her name—Marci? That Jake?”

Yes. That Jake.”

Valerie whistled. “So how long ago was this?”

How long ago was what? They got married four years ago. And they have Bonnie now.”

Yeah, but when did you stop…” Valerie trailed off.

Rebecca shook her head. “I don’t think I have stopped. I know that’s ridiculous, but I-I loved him for so long. It’s like I don’t know any other way to be.”

Val looked down at the table for a minute, and slid the rest of her neat Scotch across to Rebecca. “Here, kid. I think you need this a hell of a lot more than I do.”

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George Knows by Mindy Mymudes – Virtual Book Tour

Title: George Knows

Author Name: Mindy Mymudes

Author Bio: Mindy Mymudes runs with the Muddy Paws Pack in Milwaukee, WI. She insists she is alpha, even as the dogs walk all over her. She hunts, cleans the den and keeps them entertained. When she can escape the pack, she enjoys digging in dirt, listening to audiobooks, and weaving the antics of the pack into stories. The alpha male, Tall Dude, just shakes his head and stays out of the way.

Book Genre: Urban Fantasy, Midgrade

Publisher: MuseItUp

Release Date: Dec. 6

Buy Link(s): Amazon

Book Description: An egotistical magical basset hound named George believes it’s his duty to train and protect his 12-year-old, a greenwitch named Karly. The world is full of people who don’t know how to use their natural human senses, and while teaching Karly to use hers, he’s also teaching her how to use her magic. George is the perfectly designed familiar.

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I continue to scrape my claws into the damp ground, searching for more smell tastes and listening for my Girlpup. She’s panting like it’s a hot day. At least she’s catching up. I am satisfied she’s okay, and dig like a badger with my wonderful big paws and claws, the ideal excavation tools. I wish I was digging up the den of a rabbit. I slow to sniff.

No.

There’s no rabbit here.

Something different’s calling me.

What the heck is it?

Dirt and roots pile up behind me, and my rear is now higher than my front as I dig. I scrape against rocks and try to push them away. They aren’t rocks—too long and thin. I wrap my jaws around one and toss it with a headshake out of the hole. I find another and do the same thing, until there is a pile of buff-colored things that looks like bleached driftwood.

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Einstein Relatively Simple by Ira Mark Egdall

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Einstein Relatively Simple: Our Universe Revealed in Everyday Language

Ira Mark Egdall

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Ira Mark Egdall is also the author of the eBook Unsung Heroes of the Universe and a popular science writer for DecodedScience.com. He is a retired aerospace program manager with an undergraduate degree in physics from Northeastern University. Mark now teaches lay courses in modern physics at Lifelong Learning Institutes at Florida International University, the University of Miami, and Nova Southeastern University. He also gives entertaining talks on Einstein and time travel. When not thinking about physics, Mark spends his time playing with his grandchildren and driving his wife of 45 years crazy.

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Book Genre: Popular Science

Publisher: World Scientific Publishing

Release Date: February 24, 2014

Book Description:

Einstein Relatively Simplebrings together for the first time an exceptionally clear explanation of both special and general relativity. It is for people who always wanted to understand Einstein’s ideas but never thought it possible.

Told with humor, enthusiasm, and rare clarity, this entertaining book reveals how a former high school drop-out revolutionized our concepts of space and time. From E=mc2 and everyday time travel to black holes and the big bang, the book takes us all, regardless of any scientific background, on a mindboggling journey through the depths of Einstein’s universe.

Along the way, we track Einstein through the perils and triumphs of his life — follow his thinking, his logic, and his insights — and chronicle the audacity, imagination, and sheer genius of the man recognized as the greatest scientist of the modern era.

Excerpt from Chapter 14, Einstein’s Masterpiece.

The Lost Years . . .

Berlin

In July 1913, Max Planck and Walther Nernst approached Einstein with

a tantalizing offer — a professorship in Berlin, the “world-capital” of phys-

ics, and membership in the prestigious Prussian Academy of Sciences.13,14

At age 34, he would be appointed to Director of the Kaiser Wilhelm

Physical Institute and Professor in the University of Berlin, and become

the youngest member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences — the

“premier scientific society of all Europe.”15 In addition, he would have no

teaching responsibilities nor any real administrative duties.

After five months of consideration, Einstein accepted the offer. He

left Zurich Poly the following spring, and moved back with his family to

the country of his birth. On arrival in Berlin, he remarked:

The Germans are gambling on me as they would on a prize-winning hen,

but I don’t know if I can still lay eggs.16

On June 28, 1914, four days before Einstein gave his inaugural

address to the Prussian Academy, a Serbian nationalist assassinated

Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to Austria-Hungary’s throne, and his

wife, Sophie, while they were visiting Sarajevo.17 With the pretext he had

been looking for, Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Joseph declared war

on Serbia a month later. World War I, the “War to End All Wars,” had

begun.

On July 31, Serbian ally Russia mobilized its armed forces. The next

day, Austria-Hungary’s ally Germany declared war on Russia. Two days

later, she declared war on France, and then on neutral Belgium to flank

France. In response, Britain declared war on Germany. On August 6,

Austria-Hungary declared war on Russia. The continent was soon ablaze

with the bloodiest and most inexplicable war in its history.

In September of 1914, ninety-three prominent German scientists,

scholars, and artists, including Max Planck, signed a manifesto which

declared support for the Kaiser and the war effort.18 Albert Einstein re-

fused to sign. Two months later, he put his signature on a counter-manifesto

calling for peace. Only four others dared sign.

Europe in her insanity has started something unbelievable. At such times

as this one realizes what a sorry species of animal one belongs to.

Albert Einstein

To make matters worse, Einstein’s marriage to Mileva Marić was on

the rocks. As his fame grew, her resentment over the time he spent outside

the home and on his physics grew accordingly.

In the spring of 1912, while a professor in Prague, Einstein had recon-

nected with his cousin Elsa Löwenthal, a divorcée with two grown daughters

who lived in Berlin.20Unhappy at home, he began a romantic correspondence.

After several failed attempts at reconciliation, Mileva left Berlin in July

of 1914 and returned to Zurich with the two boys. (See Fig. 14.3.) Seeing

his sons off at the station, Albert “bawled like a little boy.”21He wrote to

Elsa; “They used to shout with joy when I came … Now they will be gone

forever.”

Einstein’s mother Pauline was delighted with the news. She had always

disliked Marić intensely. “Oh, if your poor Papa had only lived to see it!”

she told her son.

In the bitter summer of 1915, Albert Einstein found himself at the lowest

point of his adult life. Not since his parents had left him in the hated Munich

gymnasium and moved to Italy had he felt such despair. With the continent

and much of the world raging with war, his health deteriorating due to lack

of food, his children virtually unreachable in Zurich, and his new theory of

gravity at a dead end, his only solace was the growing attentions of Elsa.

But for Einstein it was literally the dark before the dawn . . .

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