Book Tour ~ Murder on the Steel Pier - A Tess Mancini Time Travel Mystery by Rosie Genova

 

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Murder on the Steel Pier

A Tess Mancini Time Travel Mystery

By

Rosie Genova

 

About the Book:

Genres: An Adult Time Travel Historical Mystery (with cozy noir elements)

Publisher: Two Roses Press

Publication Date: March 31, 2025

 

The morning after a blowout thirty-fifth birthday celebration in Atlantic City, crime reporter and party girl Tess Mancini wakes up in an unfamiliar place—1955. Bread is eighteen cents a loaf, Ike occupies the White House, and the Boardwalk is crawling with vintage cars and vintage wise guys. A bewildered Tess is sure of only two things: One, she’s not crazy, and two, the clothes are fabulous. And somehow, she’s living the life of her Great Aunt Theresa, who disappeared decades before Tess’s birth.

In her 1950s existence, Tess is a reporter for the local newspaper, living and working at a boarding house owned by her Zia Antonetta, an Italian immigrant with secrets of her own. Tess also discovers that Theresa has a kid brother, teenaged troublemaker Val Mancini—also known as Tess’s paternal grandfather. Though determined to return to her own time, Tess’s curiosity takes over. What happened to the first Theresa Mancini? And is Tess’s trip through time somehow connected to her aunt’s fate?              

But when young Val is accused of murdering a boarding house guest, a Nazi in hiding, Tess ends up with two investigations on her hands, and though desperate to leave the Nifty Fifties, she’s stuck in time until she can prove Val’s innocence. As she searches for answers, she finds allies in a dishy police detective and a suspiciously charming fellow reporter. She also crosses paths with a Mid-Century icon of science—possibly the one person who can help her get back home—but not until she finds a way to keep her grandfather off Death Row.

Because before Tess can get back to the future … she needs to make sure she has one.

 

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Excerpt:

Tess, hungover and hazy after her Atlantic City birthday celebration, has awakened in an old-fashioned boarding house instead of her modern hotel. The people there seem to know her, but to Tess they are strangers. Complicating this confusing experience is a voice that cuts through Tess’s thoughts, and she is determined to flee from this disorienting place. She borrows some clothes, throws on a man’s jacket and boots she finds in the house, and decides to walk toward the Boardwalk, taking stock of her surroundings:

 

I’d ended up in a residential part of AC, as there wasn’t a casino in sight. But there was something else—a pungent barnyard smell of poultry wafting on the air. Were there farms in Atlantic City?

I turned to face the street, and for a moment, my vision blurred. The images in front of me seemed to shift before they came into sharp focus. Parked across the street was an old dairy truck; a man emerged from it, wearing a flat cap and a plaid jacket that was a twin for the one I had on. He carried two metal baskets, and with each step he took, I could hear the clink of milk bottles. Milk bottles? He waved and nodded; in a trance, I did the same.

I stepped down from the curb to cross the street, but waited to let a car pass. It was big, black, high, and round. And old. Years old, like everything else on this street and in that house behind me. What was this place? It wasn’t a movie set because there were no sound trucks or trailers. An antique car show? A man whose dark suit and overcoat fit right in with those old cars tipped his hat to me as he passed.

“Oh, my God,” I said aloud as the light dawned. “It’s like one of those Renaissance fairs.” Only it was a Mid-Century version, and I’d somehow stumbled into it last night in an alcoholic stupor. But that still didn’t explain how these people knew me. Nor my missing clothes, phone, and wallet. I automatically shoved my hands into the jeans pockets, but of course I came up empty. I wouldn’t last much longer without my phone. My life was on that phone.

As I reached the corner, I looked up at an old-fashioned street sign. Bellevue Avenue, (fitting, I thought, given how crazy this was) which intersected with Atlantic. I was heading for the Boardwalk, so I’d just keep going until I could find a taxi. Though paying for it might be a little tricky without any money. Shuffling along in the oversize boots, I was about to cross the street when I was startled by a deep voice behind me.

“Stop right where ya are,” he barked. “Hands outta your pockets. And make sure you turn around slow.”

I did as he said, my hands at my sides and my heart thrumming in my chest. Dressed similarly to the other men I’d seen on the street, he was wearing a gray suit but no tie, his hat pulled down low over one side of his face. At six feet, he towered over me, and his dark eyes and moustache gave him an old movie star quality. I thought fleetingly of the movie star photo I’d seen in The Other Tess’s bedroom. This guy also had thick brows and lashes, but there the similarity ended.

This man’s expression was grim, and when he turned, I choked back a gasp. A satiny white scar ran from his left cheekbone, cutting through his moustache and puckering the side of his mouth. My eyes shifted from the scar and back to his dark eyes. Eyes that were somehow familiar. I felt a small shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. “Just where do you think you’re going?” he asked gruffly.

“Nowhere. I mean, I was trying to hail a cab—”

And then that other voice sounded again. Her voice, excited and a little breathless: Joe! Okay, she knows him. So maybe I could talk my way out of whatever was happening. “So, uh, Joe,” I began, “I really have to be somewhere—”

“I don’t think so.” He took his hand from his suit pocket and flipped open a leather case bearing a gold badge that read “Detective Joseph O’Brien.” Help me out here, Theresa-With-An-H. But she was silent.

I swallowed nervously. “Are you arresting me? I mean, I didn’t do anything.”

He pocketed his badge and then produced another item associated with police officers. “Hands out, please.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, hell no! Are you out of your mind?”

He raised his dark brows. “Such language from a lady,” he said, and before I could utter another word, snapped a set of antique handcuffs around my wrists. “I’m arresting you for the theft of those clothes. You’re coming with me.” 

About the Author:

Proud Jersey girl Rosie Genova is a multi-genre author. Her work includes a Jersey shore cozy series, The Italian Kitchen Mysteries, and the upcoming Tess Mancini Time Travel Mysteries, set in 1955 Atlantic City. She is also the author of standalone suspense and a couple of rom-coms that presently live in her computer files (but are longing to be released into the wild). A former teacher and journalist, Rosie’s non-fiction has appeared in Entrepreneur magazine and The New York Times. The mother of three sons, Rosie still lives in her favorite state with her husband, too many dusty antiques, and a charming mutt named Lucy.

 

Contact Links:

Website: http://www.rosiegenova.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RosieGenova

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6462450.Rosie_Genova

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Rosie-Genova/author/B00BEKZU5U

 

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Book Blitz ~ RARE by Patrick de Moss

 

Rare
Patrick de Moss
Publication date: March 1st 2025
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

Some songs aren’t meant to exist.

When sixteen-year-old Emma receives a mysterious Beatles record—a cover of The Girl Can’t Help It, a song they never recorded, her life changes in ways she never imagined. Grieving her grandmother’s death and lost in the heavy fog of depression, Emma doesn’t expect much from the strange package. But the moment the needle drops, magic ripples through the world.

Angels shiver. Dragons stir in their hoards. Vampires feel an ancient hunger awaken. The song calls to them all, and it calls to Emma too. For the first time since her grandmother’s death, Emma feels something spark inside her: hope. But magic has a price, and the Dark has heard the song as well.

To protect the record, Emma must venture into the Hidden States of America—a surreal, shadowed version of the country where myth and reality blur. It’s a country shaped by the stories we tell and the secrets we keep, where ordinary towns hide extraordinary truths.

As Emma struggles to carry the song to where it belongs, she’ll have to confront her grief, face her deepest fears, and discover if she has the strength to resist the pull of the Dark.

From Patrick de Moss, the acclaimed author of Kings of Nowhere, comes a darkly magical tale of loss, courage, and the power of music to heal even the deepest wounds. This is a story that explores the fragile beauty of hope and the strength it takes to face the shadows.

Rare is a spellbinding modern fable. Every note of the song of this story echoes with both wonder and danger. Some songs can change the world. Some songs can change you.

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EXCERPT

Far, far away to the east, in New York City, where magic and power and rumor swirled in their own urban galaxy, a very ancient and powerful creature lived in the highest tower money could buy. While many of his kind lived and worked in the greater New York area, coiled around the rise and fall of stocks and bonds in an endless dance of power and wealth, he was by far the oldest in that den of snakes. He was old enough that his thick fingers still dreamed of worn gold coins and his body of piles of treasure beneath his scales. Now, of course, he slept only on damask of the finest quality, spread over a memory foam mattress—nowhere near as comfortable as cold hard cash.

That night, he was window shopping, his hungry eye roving over page after page of the most exotic goods Sotheby’s online could offer.

If one lived long enough, even the most exquisite meals tasted like ashes on the tongue; breathe often enough, and even bottled air from Everest smelled stale and flat. He could hardly be bothered to hide his own nature when he was alone—the secret theater of the Council and its Compact had been a bit of a thrill for a while, but Mr. Drake—just Drake to his friends—was getting bored.

He yawned, and his long, forked tongue spilled out, unfurling and flicking against his human nose. No one was around to see it, so he wasn’t breaking the Law, and besides, he missed all the parts of his true shape quite badly. Missed a herd of sheep’s eyes rolling in terror. Probably lamb again tonight, from that place on the other side of Broadway.

Mr. Drake’s lair took up the entire upper floor of his tall tower in the center of the city, wide rooms filled with the carcasses of kingdoms burned to the ground beneath his fearsome will. Company logos on banners from decades past, those battle standards of board members who had crumbled and fallen to their knees in merger upon acquisition upon merger. Darwin had certainly been on the money about the adaptation of species. In the face of adversity, Drake and the rest of his kind had thrived, but—

But he wanted to spread his wings high above his head, soar over the crescent moon, sweep down on farmland and gout flame from his throat; the glorious crescendo of a sun going supernova. Instead, he stoked another cigar, the smoke curling from his nose a pacifying reminder of who he had to be now.

His cellphone lit up, vibrating on the long cocobolo desk. Drake looked down at it with a grimace and tapped the screen with one stubby finger.

“Drake,” he said. “How do you have this number?”

“I have my ways, Old One.”

He was in the middle of pouring himself another whiskey, ready to tear this joker a new set of holes, when he recognized the voice and sighed.

“Old One, is it? When was your sweet sixteen, Morgan?”

“Oh well, you know me,” The Hollow Woman sounded far too cheery for his tastes. “Evergreen.”

Drake snorted.

“Isn’t it still daylight on your side of the world? Why don’t you go out and catch some rays, you old hag? Go get a tan. Would be good for the both of us.”

“Have it your way,” Morgan said sweetly. “Don’t trouble yourself with little old me, then.”

“I won’t,” he snarled, and hung up. Smoke was starting to waft down from the high ceilings, having pooled there in those short minutes on the phone. The AC here was top notch, of course, the best AC in the city, but nothing manmade could keep up with his kind’s distemper. He flipped through a few more pages on Sotheby’s, but quickly, rapidly stabbing his finger on the mouse. He tried to hum something to himself, and his phone buzzed again.

“All right. This is getting old pretty fast,” he said. “Spit it out already and go away. What do you want?”

“Want? Oh, darling Drake, not a thing. Not a single thing.”

He laughed, a deep rumble like an earthquake, the magma pushing up beneath the surface.

“Wanting is what you’re for, Morgan. Maybe you forgot?”

“Well, now. Maybe you’re not interested.” She was almost purring. Purring! “I’m sure one of your brothers will be.” And she hung up on him.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit, he thought. The haze of smoke had curled down just above the surface of his cocobolo desk. If he wasn’t careful, he would trigger the alarms on the floor below again. He took a breath. He took another. I am a calm blue ocean, he thought to himself. I can be one with my feelings.

Author Bio:

Playwright, poet, prose writer, as well as former gravedigger, hotline psychic, line cook, chef, waiter and a few other things in between, Patrick de Moss lives and works in St. John's, Newfoundland.

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Book Blitz ~ Touch of the Elegrian by Cheryl A. Arko

 

Touch of the Elegrian
Cheryl A. Arko
Publication date: March 25th 2025
Genres: Adult, Science Fiction

Prejudice. Legacy. Redemption.

Erys carries a secret that could shatter his world. The telepathic Elegrian has spent his life atoning for his dead father’s role in humanity’s disastrous first contact. Now, as a tech specialist for the Earth-led alliance, he serves in silence—until sabotage threatens the lives of dozens of human children. And the traitor is one of his own.

Forced to work with a brilliant but hostile human engineer, Erys must dismantle not only the deadly conspiracy but also the deep-seated mistrust between their peoples. With time running out, he faces an impossible choice: break the fragile Elegrian-Human treaty and invite the death penalty to forge a forbidden mind link with a human… or let innocent lives be lost.

Two worlds on the brink. A single act of defiance. Can compassion rewrite a doomed future?

The Elegrian Legacy begins here—a gripping sci-fi adventure rich in high-stakes dilemmas, deep character bonds, and first-contact intrigue.

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EXCERPT

Far, far away to the east, in New York City, where magic and power and rumor swirled in their own urban galaxy, a very ancient and powerful creature lived in the highest tower money could buy. While many of his kind lived and worked in the greater New York area, coiled around the rise and fall of stocks and bonds in an endless dance of power and wealth, he was by far the oldest in that den of snakes. He was old enough that his thick fingers still dreamed of worn gold coins and his body of piles of treasure beneath his scales. Now, of course, he slept only on damask of the finest quality, spread over a memory foam mattress—nowhere near as comfortable as cold hard cash.

That night, he was window shopping, his hungry eye roving over page after page of the most exotic goods Sotheby’s online could offer.

If one lived long enough, even the most exquisite meals tasted like ashes on the tongue; breathe often enough, and even bottled air from Everest smelled stale and flat. He could hardly be bothered to hide his own nature when he was alone—the secret theater of the Council and its Compact had been a bit of a thrill for a while, but Mr. Drake—just Drake to his friends—was getting bored.

He yawned, and his long, forked tongue spilled out, unfurling and flicking against his human nose. No one was around to see it, so he wasn’t breaking the Law, and besides, he missed all the parts of his true shape quite badly. Missed a herd of sheep’s eyes rolling in terror. Probably lamb again tonight, from that place on the other side of Broadway.

Mr. Drake’s lair took up the entire upper floor of his tall tower in the center of the city, wide rooms filled with the carcasses of kingdoms burned to the ground beneath his fearsome will. Company logos on banners from decades past, those battle standards of board members who had crumbled and fallen to their knees in merger upon acquisition upon merger. Darwin had certainly been on the money about the adaptation of species. In the face of adversity, Drake and the rest of his kind had thrived, but—

But he wanted to spread his wings high above his head, soar over the crescent moon, sweep down on farmland and gout flame from his throat; the glorious crescendo of a sun going supernova. Instead, he stoked another cigar, the smoke curling from his nose a pacifying reminder of who he had to be now.

His cellphone lit up, vibrating on the long cocobolo desk. Drake looked down at it with a grimace and tapped the screen with one stubby finger.

“Drake,” he said. “How do you have this number?”

“I have my ways, Old One.”

He was in the middle of pouring himself another whiskey, ready to tear this joker a new set of holes, when he recognized the voice and sighed.

“Old One, is it? When was your sweet sixteen, Morgan?”

“Oh well, you know me,” The Hollow Woman sounded far too cheery for his tastes. “Evergreen.”

Drake snorted.

“Isn’t it still daylight on your side of the world? Why don’t you go out and catch some rays, you old hag? Go get a tan. Would be good for the both of us.”

“Have it your way,” Morgan said sweetly. “Don’t trouble yourself with little old me, then.”

“I won’t,” he snarled, and hung up. Smoke was starting to waft down from the high ceilings, having pooled there in those short minutes on the phone. The AC here was top notch, of course, the best AC in the city, but nothing manmade could keep up with his kind’s distemper. He flipped through a few more pages on Sotheby’s, but quickly, rapidly stabbing his finger on the mouse. He tried to hum something to himself, and his phone buzzed again.

“All right. This is getting old pretty fast,” he said. “Spit it out already and go away. What do you want?”

“Want? Oh, darling Drake, not a thing. Not a single thing.”

He laughed, a deep rumble like an earthquake, the magma pushing up beneath the surface.

“Wanting is what you’re for, Morgan. Maybe you forgot?”

“Well, now. Maybe you’re not interested.” She was almost purring. Purring! “I’m sure one of your brothers will be.” And she hung up on him.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit, he thought. The haze of smoke had curled down just above the surface of his cocobolo desk. If he wasn’t careful, he would trigger the alarms on the floor below again. He took a breath. He took another. I am a calm blue ocean, he thought to himself. I can be one with my feelings.

Author Bio:

CHERYL ARKO is a science fiction author and an accomplished senior data scientist with a long career in IT and medical data analysis. She has loved reading science fiction ever since she could connect letters into words, devouring everything from Andre Norton to E.E. "Doc" Smith to more and more authors through the years who have shared their thought-provoking ideas of imagined places and alternate realities.

TOUCH OF THE ELEGRIAN is Cheryl's debut novel and was a Killer Nashville Claymore Award Finalist for best Science Fiction/Fantasy. She writes stories that take her to the stars, imagining who we might find out there, inviting readers to come along for the ride to visit new worlds and their people. To explore what makes us different—and what makes us the same. And to discover the inherent good that exists in the universe to balance against darkness, no matter how far we travel.

A seasoned dog trainer, Cheryl lives with her beloved Airedales in a tiny house nestled within thirty acres of serene Minnesota pine trees.

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Book Tour & Review ~ Timeless - Heart's True Desire Book Two by Kathryn Amurra

 

 Timeless

Heart’s True Desire Series: Book Two

By

Kathryn Amurra

 

About the Book:

Genres: Contemporary Romance with Mystical Elements / Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Wild Rose Press

Publication Date: March 12, 2025

 

Erin Dovetree cannot forgive her father for cheating on her mother years ago and has sworn off men altogether. That is until destiny leads her to her grandmother’s incredibly attractive and mysterious landlord.

 

William Abbott has lived for over a hundred years, cursed with a static and unnatural existence as punishment for his past sins. Although drawn to the lovely and intelligent Erin, he refuses to subject her to the fate that is his alone to bear.

 

As Erin pieces together the story of Will’s past and discovers the true cause of his timeless existence, she must reconsider the judgments she has made in her own life. And to have any chance at a life together, she and Will must find answers to the questions that have plagued them both.

 

Purchase Link:

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Excerpt:

“Erin?”

Erin jumped at the sound of Will’s voice and turned away from the dumpster she had been staring at to look at him. “Will! You scared the crap out of me!”

She tried to surreptitiously wipe the tears that had wet both her cheeks, but she knew it was obvious she’d been crying.

She cleared her throat and straightened her back. “You didn’t have to come out here. And you didn’t have to listen to my grandmother if she was the one who told you to follow me. I’m fine.”

Even to Erin’s own ears the pain and self-pity in her voice was as clear as a bell. How pathetic she was, a grown woman—an attorney at a high-priced law firm— crying next to a dumpster over getting her feelings hurt by her thoughtless father. It was a wonder Will could even bear to look at her.

Almost in response to her thoughts, Will took a few steps closer, until he was standing just inches away. “Nobody told me to follow you. I was worried about you.”

“Well, I’m fine,” she snapped. “I’m not a child. Despite how my father might speak to me. I can handle myself. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.”

Her voice cracked, betraying her emotions, and she looked up into Will’s eyes to gauge his reaction. All she saw was kindness and genuine compassion.

“I’m sorry.” She sighed, tears welling up once again. “You were being nice, and I’m being a jerk. You should go back and eat. I’ll come inside in a minute. I just needed to calm down. I’m fine now.”

Will reached up with both hands to touch the hair that fell on either side of her face. Erin’s breath caught in her chest as his warm fingers innocently brushed the tips of her ears.

“I like your hair down,” he said in a low voice. Then he touched her lips briefly with the pad of his index finger. “And I like your lipstick. But I have to admit I like it when you wear your hair up, too, and when you’re not wearing any lipstick at all.”

“Maybe you’re just easy to please,” she whispered, feeling on the verge of passing out.

“Maybe you’re just beautiful.”

 

 

Five filled cups of tea for this book! Timeless - Book Two in the Heart's True Desire Series by Kathryn Amurra is sure to keep you up reading all night. I could not put it down. We first meet with Erin, who is leaving her work and going to an old building in Charlotte, North Carolina, which has now been turned into apartments. She visits her grandmother, who tells her about a visitor she had, the landlord. Her grandmother mentions how very attractive he is and sneakily asks Erin to take the rent check to him. Of course, Erin refuses at first but reluctantly gives in. She goes three floors above to the landlord's apartment. He's recently moved in. Will answers the door, and Erin is floored at how very handsome he is. So, he invites her in so he can give her a receipt. Erin goes on babbling about tidbits in her life, like how much she eats versus how her grandmother eats like a bird. After watching Will for a bit, Erin senses a deep sadness and mentions it to him. Then she embarrassingly excuses herself, but he holds her back and asks what she says in his features. She mentions deep sadness, and he mentions that she, too, has felt sadness. She mentions her mother's death a year ago. Erin does leave, but she can't wait for a month before she can take the rent check again. 

Will is then seen walking through the streets of Charlotte, reflecting on a different time from the 1800s when he rode these streets in a horse-drawn carriage. He stops at a cemetery where he visits the grave of his wife... from a different time. He reflects back on when he left Bessie for work in California, promising to return to her. Will then thought of Erin Dovetree and was immediately shocked that he'd think of her instead of Bessie. What was it about Erin that he was so drawn to? She too soon found herself drawn to him... could these two be together? Or would Will's past interfere?

This story is so compelling. The characters are deep and full of life. Erin's grandmother is such a delight and makes one think of their own grandmother. I could definitely relate to Erin and felt like I was walking in her shoes. Will's journey is deep and he too is a very relatable character. All characters are full of flaws, too, which helps the story move along. The scenery and setting is absolutely beautiful, you feel like you're right there even if you've never been in those places. Amurra is a masterful storyteller and one of the best of our times. Timeless is a deep romance with some time travel that I think anyone would enjoy. I highly recommend this tale! 

About the Author:

Kathryn Amurra is the author of sweet and sensual love stories. Her debut series, Soothsayer's Path, is a historical romance series of standalone books set in Ancient Rome around 115 CE. Her new series, Heart’s True Desire, is a paranormal romance series of standalone books published through The Wild Rose Press. Kathryn has been making up stories for as long as she can remember and writing since grade school. Against the advice of her 12^th grade English teacher, she studied Mechanical Engineering in college, then worked as an Engineer for a few years. After finding and marrying her own hero, she and her hubby went to law school together. They currently live in North Carolina with their three girls.

 

Contact Links:

Email - kathrynamurra@gmail.com

Website: https://www.kathrynamurra.com

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Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20280375.Kathryn_Amurra

BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/authors/kathryn-amurra

 

Guest Post - What advice would you give an aspiring writer?

 

1.      Read a lot. Reading the type of books you want to write is like studying (but much more fun). Think about what you like that the author is doing, why a certain scene is impactful, or why the pacing is exciting. That will help you know what you need to do in your own work to achieve the same effect.

2.      Write a lot. Just keep writing. When you think your book is going to be amazing, write. When you think you’re never going to make it as an author, write. When one book gets rejected by dozens of agents and publishers, start writing another book (then go back to the original book later). You will not improve your craft if you do not keep writing, and you cannot help but improve if you do.

3.      Ask for feedback from other authors in your genre. Getting words of praise on your writing from your sister or mother or best friend is nice, but it’s not going to help you grow as a writer. You need to find others who write in your genre and are willing to read your work and provide comments. Join a writer’s organization or enter a writing contest that provides feedback on your submission. The best thing I did was to spend $1 to enter a raffle for a critique of the first 50 pages of my historical romance Soothsayer from best-selling romance author Haywood Smith through the Georgia Romance Writers. I won, and Ms. Smith gave me some amazing feedback and tips. She even went so far as to allow me to send her the first 100 pages of my re-write and gave me her comments on that, as well. It’s easy to recognize a well-written book, but knowing why yours doesn’t sound like that is not always so easy. Getting feedback from someone who actually knows what they’re doing, though, can open your eyes to all the things you’re doing wrong, and that’s a great way to improve your craft.

4.      Keep trying. Perseverance is the key to achieving any dream. The people who succeed, at anything, are the people who don’t give up, who keep moving forward. You’re going to have setbacks, you’re going to have disappointments, you’re going to feel like you can’t do it, but you have to keep going. I always tell myself, if all these other people can do it, why not me? I firmly believe there is a time for everything, and success will come when it is meant to, if you keep at it.

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Book Tour ~ The Adventures of the Unicorn Poo by Reice Godfrey

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Reice Godfrey 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.

Join Sonny and Bailee on their adventure to find a magical Unicorn. The only way to find the magical Unicorn is to follow the trail of POOs until they find a rainbow-coloured, cotton-candy smelling, glitter-covered POO.

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Once upon a time there was a little boy called Sonny and a little girl called Bailee.

They were going to go on an adventure to find a magical Unicorn.

Bailee asked Sonny, “How are we going to find a Unicorn?”

Sonny said, “We have to find some Unicorn POO!”

About the Author: Join Sonny and Bailee on their adventure to find a magical Unicorn. The only way to find the magical Unicorn is to follow the trail of POOs until they find a rainbow-coloured, cotton-candy smelling, glitter-covered POO.

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Book Tour ~ Pilgrimage Through the Storm by Bindiya B. Chanrai

 

Poetry / Prayer

Date Published: Nov 20, 2024

Publisher:  Serapis Bey Publishing

“One does not become enlightened by imagining oneself as a figure of light but by making the darkness conscious.” 

Carl Jung (1875 – 1961)

 

A deeper level of consciousness can only be birthed from a space of darkness, the void of all possibility, as all of life has arisen from nothingness. Such is the paradox of awakening. When you find yourself held in suspension, and when you are catapulted out of everything you know to be true, it is easy to forget the truth of who you really are.

However, no matter the outer experiences, your innermost essence is unchangeable.

A sense of isolation and separation are undoubtedly facets of the dark night, but in reality you are never alone. Many people have walked this path before you, there are those who are currently engulfed in its midst and those who will follow.

The pieces in this book landed as my own journey through the wilderness. Each fragment is a lived experience, and each lived experience is a mentor.

I offer you these words as your companion while you transition through your own inner shadows…may they provide comfort as you move through the deepest levels of release and find your way home, to a self-compassion you never knew existed.

Introduction: The Womb

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y eyes open with an unanticipated suddenness. I awaken with a fortress of pillows around me. Safe and secure in the silent darkness. There is a drop in my stomach, I remember. The self-created sanctuary of the womb a thing of the past. A dream shattered to pieces. The plug is out of the socket. I am switched off, absent from myself. Vanished, without a trace.

Did I ever exist? A deep detachment, an incongruence. A profound disharmony between the world inside me and the world around me. My skin is ripping at the seams, something inside me is desperate to get out. How will I lay this demon to rest? Feelings of fear grip my body and hold me hostage. Enveloped in a state of temporary paralysis; I am caged. The new day brings a promise of endless possibilities. I decide to return the gift unopened. Today’s forecast; winds of despondency.

The womb beckons me – again – but it is time to face another day. There are things that need to be addressed. Things which have to be done, no matter what my circumstance. Sunrise, an order that must be obeyed. The mundane rituals bear the load of climbing a mountain. I wonder, is the thought of doing something more of a burden than actually doing it? And yet, these daily undertakings throw me a life ring; prevent me from drowning. These banal everyday responsibilities; the key to my sanity. The ‘humanness’ of my situation, both a blessing and a curse.

As I make a cup of tea, my eyes blankly rest on the world beyond the window. The barren trees and haunting, lonely skies are in commune with my reality. Autumn has come and gone with not so much as a whisper. The jewelled colours now faded leave me with a hollow heart. I am smothered in hues of grey, inhabiting this spartan landscape of gloom. Even the bitter chill that seeps into my bones does not wake me from this century old slumber. Yes, autumn has abandoned me with not so much as a goodbye. I have abandoned myself, with not so much as a goodbye. A subliminal sadness only magnified by the disappearance of the sun. Like a hamster in a cage, in a nomadic frenzy, I senselessly move from one thing to the next, leaving behind a trail of unfinished tasks. And then I pause, frozen, the all too familiar feeling of worry swoops in unannounced and bullies me into submission. A crippling vacuum shadows me all day. It seems the entire world is going about their business and I am forced to remain stationary. I stand with my open wound; reticent in its nature.

Yes, I exist, but in name only; I am not living. I switch on the television, hoping the images on the screen will somehow reconnect me. But to no avail. The sounds that filter through the radio have the same effect. I remain, quite simply, totally disconnected.

What gave me pleasure, is now reduced to nothing but a chore. What I looked forward to, now makes me want to hide in a box. However, I continue to put one foot in front of the other. I will get through today; as I did yesterday. Dawn will keep its promise tomorrow and arise as it always does. Perhaps, this is what my Beloved calls, unconditional love.

 

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Book Tour ~ The Light Behind the Shadow by Dinorah Briceno Desola

 

Memoir and Personal Development.

Date Published: December 20, 2024

Publisher: ‎ Manhattan Book Group

 

 

In this beautifully crafted book that delves into the intricacies of human emotion and resilience, the author takes us on a poignant journey through the memories and experiences that have defined their life. From childhood challenges to moments of profound connection and self-discovery, the narrative weaves together themes of love, loss, and the enduring power of familial bonds. Through heartfelt reflections and poignant storytelling, readers are invited to explore their emotional intelligence and embark on a journey of self-discovery alongside the author. This compelling and insightful book promises to uplift, inspire, and resonate with readers seeking connection, understanding, and empowerment in their own lives. Join the author on this transformative journey and discover the beauty and resilience that lies within the human spirit.

 

 

1.                   “Your light shines brightest when you embrace the shadows.”

 

2.                   “Healing begins the moment we acknowledge our strength lies in connection.”

 

 

3.                   “Personal growth isn’t just about surviving; it’s about thriving through understanding.”

 

4.                   “Every challenge is an opportunity for growth.”

 

 

5.                   “Our stories are the bridges that unite us in shared humanity.”

About the Author

Dinorah Briceno's academic journey exemplifies her unwavering commitment to education and social welfare. Currently a Ph.D. Candidate in Social Welfare/Social Work at Yeshiva University, she is engaged in pioneering research that addresses the multifaceted challenges facing Latin communities today. In addition to her academic pursuits, she currently works as a psychotherapist and site coordinator in the SBS program at a community-based mental health agency, where she continues to apply her expertise and advocate for vulnerable populations.

Before starting her doctoral studies, Dinorah obtained a Master’s in Social Work from Yeshiva University in 2021, deepening her understanding of the intricate relationship between mental health and social justice. In conjunction with her Master’s degree, she also earned a certificate in trauma, further enhancing her expertise in this critical area.

Her dedication to language education is evident in her pursuit of two additional master’s degrees: one in Teaching English as a Foreign Language from Universidad Europea del Atlántico and another in Teaching Spanish as a Foreign Language from Universidad Internacional Iberoamericana (UNINI PR). These degrees underscore her belief in the transformative power of language as a means of empowerment and cross-cultural understanding.

With over 16 years of experience in education, Dinorah’s journey began with a Bachelor of Education degree from UCAB - Universidad Católica Andrés Bello in 2009, establishing a solid foundation for her career. She has continuously sought to expand her expertise through specialized training, including a Diploma in Autism Education from the Center for Disabilities Studies (CEPIA) at Universidad Monteavila. Additionally, she holds a graduate certificate in Teaching Formation for Early Education from Universidad Metropolitana (VE), further showcasing her dedication to early childhood education.

Dinorah has gained valuable experience working with children and adults, including those with special needs, individuals struggling with addiction, and those facing mental health challenges such as depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), borderline personality disorder, attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), and oppositional defiant disorder (ODD). Her hands-on experience in these areas reflects her commitment to supporting individuals with diverse challenges and enhancing their quality of life.

Dinorah Briceno’s diverse experiences and steadfast commitment to education and social welfare exemplify the transformative potential of knowledge and compassion. Her journey inspires others and highlights the profound impact that education and advocacy can have on fostering a brighter and more equitable future for all.

 

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