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Book Tour ~ USA v RAJ by Dr. Raj Bothra

 




The Truth Behind One of This Nation’s Biggest False Arrest & Imprisonment Scandals


Political Nonfiction

Date Published: September 11, 2025



USA v Raj is a MUST READ, INSPIRING TRUE STORY now available in paperback with a motion picture by BOLLYWOOD HOLLYWOOD PRODUCTION coming summer 2026. This tell-all memoir dares to share the truth behind one of the biggest federal false arrest and imprisonment scandals of the decade. This is a story about federal government corruption and a broken judiciary that turns innocent people into convicted criminals with their unchecked power and weaponized obsession with winning at any cost. This is also an innocent man's story of gratitude, steadfast faith, and endurance to persevere until the end of a war waged against him. Imagine being an immigrant from India who worked hard and lived by integrity for 50 years to achieve his American dream. Then, imagine waking up one morning to an indictment that leads to a three-and-a-half-year period of unlawful detention and torture. The pages within retrace my journey to become a renowned surgeon, interventional pain specialist, and activist for just causes and my fight to survive my false arrest and 1301-day imprisonment, which led to a unanimous acquittal by a jury at trial. May you be encouraged as this story leads you through the many twists and turns of a grueling experience marked by trials, tribulations, and, ultimately, triumphs.


HOW COULD THIS INJUSTICE HAPPEN IN AMERICA?

1. It is alarming that anyone can be indicted by a grand jury and arrested solely based on the government's allegations that exclude the accused and their counsel from being present or even aware of the accusations.

2. The FBI and U.S. Attorney built their alleged fraud case without ever doing a single required Medicare audit in their five-year investigation.

3. Once arrested, the five other defendants with the same exact charges were immediately released on bond the same day. While I was denied bail and imprisoned for three-and-a-half years awaiting trial—a violation of the 6th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, the right to a speedy trial.

4. Also, the two defendants who accepted a PLEA DEAL in exchange for leniency never spent a single night in prison despite their admission of guilt. I chose to go to trial and was unanimously acquitted by a 12-member jury on all 54 counts, yet still I spent 1301 days in prison.


YES, THIS HAPPENED IN AMERICA. NEXT COULD BE ANYBODY, YOU INCLUDED.


The very bedrock of U.S. justice has been turned upside down, where the belief that you are INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY has become you are GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT. I have just one question for the guardians of justice: How will my own government return back the time and milestones they stole from me, my wife, and my daughter? Such injustices happen in banana republics not in America, the most powerful and oldest democracy in the world. WE MUST DO BETTER.

 

Introduction

Imagine dedicating your life and career to helping others only to have the nation you served for half a century subvert the beautiful career you built as the government uses you like a pawn in some cruel high-stakes game. Then imagine this rogue nation isn’t some foreign, developing country. This nation is the United States, which is supposed to be the greatest nation in the world. USA v Raj is a story of wrongful imprisonment, federal government corruption, and a broken judicial system that strives to turn innocent people into convicted criminals. This is also an innocent man’s story of gratitude, steadfast faith, and endurance to persevere until the end of a war waged against him. The pages within recount a grueling season of my life marked by trials, tribulations, and, ultimately, triumphs.

How can an innocent person be falsely arrested, imprisoned, and attacked for over three-and-a-half years in the United States of all places, the land of the free and the oldest democracy in the world? While the 6th Amendment of our revered Constitution mandates a speedy trial, I am here to tell you how I was denied this basic right without cause. No innocent person should spend a single day in jail, awaiting their fair trial. Yet here I found myself: an innocent man arrested and incarcerated for three years, six months, and twenty-four days without a single option for bail while my trial loomed overhead like a storm cloud looking for a landscape to release its full fury. Such an overreach of the judicial system was criminal. Yet, more criminal than this was knowingly dragging me through a mockery of a trial where fairness and ethics were checked at the door. Through battle after battle leading up to trial, the daily challenges I faced tested my faith, inner strength, and resolve to persevere amidst torment and manipulation. The war my own government waged against me was a devastating storm that ripped through everything I had built, leaving mass destruction in its wake. Yet, through the swirling tempest of lawsuits, betrayals, false accusations, and frozen assets, I held steadfast. The turmoil may have worn me down, but it also kindled my determination to see righteousness and truth prevail. I relied on this indomitable fire within to keep me warm each one of those 1,301 days I spent locked away in a cold, dark cell. The light from my inner fire helped me remain focused on what I knew to be the truth and my predestined freedom. My daily resolve was to get through what felt like frozen time one day at a time while I refused to let that frigid jail cell build a permanent home inside my heart.

However, those dark forces sure worked hard to destroy me and everything I had spent a lifetime building. The truth is, when the government needs a sacrificial lamb to further one of the nation’s biggest opioid crisis reforms, no law-abiding citizen is above becoming the poster child for their propaganda campaign. On a cold, overcast day in December 2018, my five partners and I were arrested and charged with excessive narcotic prescribing with the conveniently added charge of Medicare billing fraud that is typically included in these cases. Without regard for our multi-clinic size and number of patients we served, the federal government scrutinized our practice according to raw data that completely distorted what happened at our three Macomb County, Michigan clinics: The Pain Center USA in Warren and Eastpointe and Interventional Pain Center in Warren. With over 25,000 patients as opposed to the usual practice with a 1,000 or less patients, our clinics comprised the largest interventional pain management practice in the United States. This said, the facts were exactly the opposite of the federal government’s claims, which were blatantly obvious from the start and eventually proven in trial with a jury acquittal. Yet, at every step along those three years, six months, and twenty-four days, the very government agencies meant to uphold justice and keep its citizens safe continued their visibly irrational and ignorant manhunt. They had their sacrificial lamb and continued to do whatever it took to maliciously and strategically lead me to the slaughter.

Once the newspapers got ahold of this story, they were more than eager to cover what the Feds had labeled “The Nation’s Biggest Medicare Fraud and Fuelers of the Opioid Crisis.” One Macomb County Press article headline read, “Six Detroit-area doctors charged in $500M opioid scheme.” These false statements and narratives were never retracted by these papers or the government in the end, when their folly and false judgments were exposed in open court. Their initial claim was that we had billed Medicare $500 million, while the actual amount that was paid, according to the government’s own data, was $45 million. This, for our group of seven physicians, multiple physician assistants, and three locations with over 130 employees and included all ancillary services for over 25,000 patients over a period of six years. Additionally, the narcotic doses, which again were based on the government’s own data via Michigan’s automated prescription system, were statistically one of the lowest compared to the national average and the Center of Disease Control (CDC) guidelines. It’s impossible to believe these federal agencies and expert agents were unaware of their own facts and how to handle the raw data to accurately calculate these facts before, during, and after issuing indictments. It’s even more impossible to believe the judicial system supported these claims and false findings when they were so clearly misguided and ill-informed.

During my time behind bars, I filled my days with finding the right legal representation, building a case to prove my innocence, and researching the flawed criminal system in the United States. Shockingly, what I learned is that the U.S., a country that makes up only 5% of the world’s population, accommodates 25% of the world’s prison population. Its incarceration rate is staggeringly higher than the Western world and a terrifying twenty times greater than India, my birth country. This is alarming for a first-world country like the U.S. with far less crime than these other countries and far less poverty, corruption, economic turmoil, social unrest, and/or terrorism. These rates are compounded by federal guidelines that call for long sentences with mandatory minimums, which create a grim atmosphere of fear and helplessness in defendants.

My experience revealed how the Department of Justice (DOJ), an institution seeped in hubris and hypocrisy, is far from benign. It has no problem being corrupt. Its underbelly is generally filled with secret grand jury proceedings, an intimidating FBI, overzealous prosecutors, and dare I say, even a few judges who’ve lost touch with the principle of justice. These agencies all work together to cultivate a culture of “winning at any cost.” This mindset is so ingrained in these institutions that the manipulation and misuse of power have become the accepted norm. The public is ultimately helpless against the government’s colossal power and is forced into resignation, allowing a malignant bully culture to fester. The more convictions prosecutors have—whether just or unjust—the more they advance in their careers. With the daunting statistics of 99%+ convictions, even defense attorneys have given up and fallen to the all-powerful government’s over-reach to have their clients accept a guilty plea in a deal with the government.

My false arrest, imprisonment, and the rigged proceedings of the trial reveal how two unique features of the American justice system—a grand jury to bring the charges and the plea-bargaining system to coerce a guilty plea—are inherently biased against defendants. Those within this legal system see themselves as the ones on the right side of the law without respect for the potential innocence or guilt of the defendants they prosecute. It’s classism at its finest, where a caste system establishes a hierarchy of humanity for individuals within it based on rank, title, and position. Defendants are seen as subhuman, disposable creatures—lowly beasts whose suffering and abuse are inconsequential. The accused are often left defenseless while they’re forced into a corner. They must either agree to high-pressure plea deals and incriminate their co-defendants regardless of guilt, or they can choose to fight an uphill battle against the government’s colossal power, resources, and their willingness to use every dirty trick to win at any cost. This prosecution pattern is no fair deal, especially for those who are, in fact, innocent. Rather, it’s a cruel mockery of justice. To compound the tragedy, 97% of defendants are forced to take a plea deal because they lack the finances, resources, and mental fortitude to endure a trial. Only a minuscule 0.03% of defendants manage to prevail against the government at this level, a detail they used to pressure me until the very end of my trial (even after they knew their charges weren’t merited).

Miraculously, I was one of those few who decisively won a grueling criminal trial in the case, United States of America vs. Dr. Raj Bothra, et al. Waging a counter-war against the U.S. Government demands more than just the righteousness of your case and a powerhouse legal team. Prosecutors, as I witnessed, can and will fabricate a crime out of the thinnest air. Only Divine grace and faith can save you from a terrifying sentence of twenty years in a federal penitentiary. It became clear that only a jury made up of twelve ordinary citizens is a beacon of fairness in the judicial system. The rest is part of the same biased culture or is outright corrupt.

This narrative is about more than surviving the corrupt U.S. justice system, an entity designed to protect its citizens, not act as a merciless machine that chews up and spits out the innocent along with the guilty. I did survive, which was likely not the hope of the prosecution. Yet the cost of my survival and lost time is immeasurable. There is no recompense for the injustices I endured. My once pristine reputation was shattered through all this. My family was torn apart by the stress, separation, and humiliation. And I will never be the same after those impossibly countless nights that I spent wrestling with despair in that cold, desolate unforgiving prison cell.

Nothing in my life will ever be the same again. At eighty, I do not have enough years to rebuild all they took from me. Though, in the aftermath of this ordeal, I have taken up the challenge to rebuild my life and advocate for change, so no other helpless person must endure such inhumane injustice. I refuse to stand idle while this system continues to inflict egregious harm. These are not mere impersonal statistics or policies. They are a crushing weight that unfairly tips the scales of justice and presents a silent catastrophe that threatens to bury alive its victims as it suffocates the very promise of justice and fairness.

The pages within illustrate that I am more than a survivor. Each word is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Despite the fear they labored to instill in me during my incarceration and trial, I refuse to be silenced by the ordeal and injustice I faced. I hope my story is a clarion call to all who will listen. This is a call for reform, a plea for humanity, and a demand for justice. I stand with every person who has been or will be in my position. Together we can help transform the U.S. justice system into one that truly upholds the rights and dignity of all its citizens. We owe this much to ourselves and future generations. I am fervently committed to using my story and voice to unveil the numerous deficiencies that exist in the U.S. Department of Justice. My meticulously detailed and factual examples shine a bright light on the dark injustices that are deeply rooted in our justice system. USA v Raj retraces the roller coaster journey of my life as an activist for just causes and career as a surgeon and interventional pain specialist, as well as my false arrest, imprisonment, and trial. While my journey was abundantly blessed with loving relationships and exemplary professional and personal successes, it was also scarred by these devastating events toward the end of my career.

This book chronicles a period that spans over 1,300 days, where the DOJ—a bastion of federal power and authority—ruthlessly crushed an ordinary citizen in their unyielding and unsparing pursuit of victory at all costs (to me). What I learned during this time about America—the land of the free and home of the brave—was how truly brave a soul must become when one’s freedom is unjustly stolen. After fifty years in America, I was devastated to learn it was no longer the land of faith, grit, and opportunity I had journeyed to decades ago with a fresh doctorate degree and determination to chase my childhood dreams. This was not the America I had grown to love and understand. This was no longer my America or your America. It had been hijacked by radicals whose motives no longer honored the best interests of the public it was supposed to serve and protect. Who stands a chance when the pillars of justice meant to uphold individual rights crumble under the strain of prejudice and tainted bias? While less than 1% out of 100% odds were stacked against me, in the end, God and the Divine were with me on my journey to freedom. I am living proof that faith and truth can triumph over the corrupt power of prosecutors and the federal government. Though I can never get those 1,301 days back or any of the milestone moments I missed out on with loved ones, I am a free man who will never take this freedom for granted. In the aftermath of this destructive storm I survived, I am slowly sifting through the debris and piecing my blessed life back together. The light from that inner fire continues to guide me as I navigate the new legal, professional, and personal battles that rise from the ashes.

 

Disclaimer: The pages that follow represent my own ideas, experiences, perspectives, and understandings. The narrative builds on my thoughts, memories, journal entries, letters, legal files, and court documents that recorded my arrest, criminal detainment, and trial proceedings. My intent is not to tell readers what to believe or to slander other individuals or entities. Rather, my hope is to show and share the facts of what happened and can happen to any citizen of our shared humanity. The names of those involved with all legal proceedings have been changed for the authors’ protection and/or the protection of certain individuals’ identities. Any use of likenesses is derived from facts borrowed from public records such as trial transcripts, court documents, and other publicly recorded media. The names of family members, friends, and major public figures remain intact.

 

About the Author

 

 Dr. Raj Bothra is a surgeon, interventional pain expert, activist, author, and survivor of one of America's biggest false arrest and imprisonment scandals. A native of a rural town in India, he earned medical degrees in India, England, and the U.S. During his time as a surgeon in Detroit, he built a single-owner private practice that became the nation's largest interventional pain management system (The Pain Center, USA, and Interventional Pain Center). He's worked with important public figures, including Indian prime ministers, U.S. presidents, Mother Teresa, and Pope John Paul II. Indian President Narayanan awarded him the high civilian honor of PADMA SHRI and he’s received numerous awards in India and the U.S. for his public service.

Jenifer DeBellis, MFA, is a PhD candidate, transformational speaker, and award-winning author of Warrior Sister, Cut Yourself Free (Library Tales Publishing), New Wilderness (Cornerstone Press), and Blood Sisters (Main Street Rag). She edits Pink Panther Magazine and directs Restore Your Inner Warrior® and Detroit Writers’ Guild (501c3). She's featured in Psychology Today and her writing appears in CALYX, Medical Literary Messenger, The Good Men Project, Solstice, and elsewhere.


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Book Tour ~ A Waltz Across Time by C. C. Jiron, Ph.D.

 



Historical Fiction with Speculative elements

Date Published: January 7, 2026

Publisher: Mindstir Media

 


A WALTZ ACROSS TIME spans 500 years of New Mexico's history, inspired by family ancestral records and lore; interweaving a contemporary ghost story, bibliomystery and romance with fictionalized accounts of ordinary people navigating extraordinary times.

Lucinda, a clairvoyant Santa Fe bookstore owner, promises the ghost of a one-eyed Marine she will return his family's 500-year-old Spanish Bible to his descendant and rightful heir, using clues stashed within its pages to guide her search.

Each clue opens a window to the lives and loves of Franciscans and Indigenous peoples, Spanish-Mexican colonials, mixed-race settlers creating adobe homesteads and fighting slavery with the Union Army, forbidden lovers eloping amidst a hail of bullets, midnight fugitives being quietly fed, and WWII soldiers prevailing over devastating injuries. But Lucinda's search for the Bible's heir goes dark with the plight of a Marine who lost an eye at Okinawa and imagined a raven-haired angel just before his world, too, went dark. How can she trace the thread of his life to the present day and keep her promise without losing sight of her own hopes and dreams?



Praise for A Waltz Across Time


"Complete perfection word by word. Your interpersonal dialogue among the characters seems so real as to almost have been recorded on tape as it occurred. This book has great pathos, as well as hopefulness." - Reg Olson

"... a historical novel blended with adventure, romance, mystery, suspense, and a paranormal touch ... Jiron interweaves two stories: a modern-day romance and the history of New Mexico from the fifteenth to the twentieth century...Through well-researched historical exposition and cinematic depictions...The prose effortlessly shifts between historical times and the contemporary era. " - K.Mbuya (Readers' Favorite)

 

 (1861 Fort Craig, NM): "Lt. Ned Beale, already a legend in his own time, was leading the first camel caravan for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers’ 35 th Parallel railroad survey through northern Arizona. The camels were proposed by then U.S. Secretary of War (now the turncoat President of the Confederacy), Jefferson Davis, who thought camels were superior pack animals in desert terrain.

 

Lt. Beale headed the caravan in his bright red wagon, followed by 24 camels carrying 700 pounds apiece, twice the weight of what most mules could withstand.

 

Beale proudly boasted his camels could pack 800 pounds and travel up to 75 miles without water. He described them as gentle, affectionate animals. But the packers and muleskinners described them as stinky-breathed and cantankerous. Worse still, camels scared the horses and mules, causing whole pack trains to stampede.

 

And they ignored commands in English. “It takes a special camel driver to manage them,” Beale insisted. “Right. One who speaks A-rab,” said the muleskinners. Hadji Ali was one of the six Arab camel drivers, whose strange-sounding name the Americans quickly streamlined to Hi Jolly.

 

Lt. Beale, Hi Jolly and the other camel drivers were lining up the camels near the fort’s corrals, to the uproar of panicking horses and mules. The whole spectacle was quickly surrounded by a raucous crowd shouting loud jeers and guffaws. “Move those beasts back outside the sally port!” shouted the stable master, frantically waving at the camel drivers to turn the animals around.

 

In the confusion, Aidan slammed into one of the smelly giants. The animal glared down its nose at him through half-closed eyes and spat a wad of green gunk onto his shirt.

 

Disgusted, he raced to the laundry, pulling his shirt over his head, and ran headlong into someone in his path. Someone who smelled like cinnamon and sugar. When he pulled his head free from the tangled shirt, that cinnamon-scented someone regarded him almost as haughtily as the camel. But her sky blue eyes twinkled and chestnut tendrils of her hair blew free of her braid and teased around her rosy cheeks.

 

“Need help getting dressed, soldier?”

 

About the Author 


I am a Midwesterner from America’s corn belt, but have lived in 7 states (18 different cities) and Austria. As a travel agent and tour operator, I got my first chance to do creative writing in the form of travel brochures for places I'd never been:). Eleven years with Hughes AirWest/Republic/Northwest airlines were fun because aircraft had actual legroom back then (!) and I also worked as a recruiter. But after too many "dumb stewardess" jokes, I earned my Ph.D. in Clinical Neuropsychology and worked with neurodivergent individuals of all ages in many settings (clinical and educational) for 20 years, which involved writing detailed clinical assessment results and treatment programs. All of that culminated in my first published book, "Brainstorming: Using Neuropsychology in the Schools." Anthony Girard at Western Psychological Services taught me the priceless value of a good editor:).

But the most fun career I ever had was running elementary school libraries for 6 years! I redesigned the physical setup to display kids' book covers facing out at their eye level, and developed a curriculum that allowed for coaching cognitive and social skills through read-aloud. After six years, students' scores on standardized reading tests improved significantly, and I keep a basket of Thank You cards from parents who said Library was their child's "favorite class."

During those years, writing time was scarce, but I enjoyed a one-month writers' retreat at Vermont Studio Center in 2014, where I drafted a family drama/speculative fiction then titled "The Well," which won the 2015 Chanticleer Paranormal Award, and was a Finalist for the 2015 Indie Book Award (since then updated and retitled, "Voices from the Well.")

After retiring in 2017, I was able to garner enough concentrated time to work on the five stories that had been cavorting in my head for years. A Waltz Across Time was one of those books. I also authored a spiritually-oriented self-help book, "Living the Real Tree of Life," and collaborated on two plant medicine books with a 2-tour Iraq war veteran turned ayahuasca healer, Drew Bankey.

On a more personal level, due to a mild spinal curvature, I started doing yoga at age 16 and have practiced several different styles, but focused on Kundalini yoga for the past 40 years. I've taught that practice in a variety of settings, including churches, recreation centers, and a maximum security prison. My husband and I currently reside in wondrous New Mexico, where the skies are a panorama every moment.


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Book Blast ~ Her Silence by S. T. Ashman

 



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. S.T. Ashman 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.



Nicole gets the call at 4 a.m. Her daughter Lacey was found in the woods beside her friend's dead husband. He was stabbed forty-four times. Lacey is barely alive. Covered in his blood. And completely mute.

She hasn't said a word since. Not to the police. Not to her husband. Not even to Nicole.

Nicole had Lacey at seventeen and swore her daughter would have a good life. Now Lacey is sitting in a cell, and Nicole's three grandchildren are left behind with a father who is losing it.

But Nicole knows her daughter. She isn't a cold-blooded murderer. Guilt didn't silence her. Fear did. Whatever happened in those woods scared Lacey more than prison.

So Nicole starts digging. But some secrets don't save people. They destroy them.


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I strode past carts and nurses, straight down the hall, and yanked open the door to room 12. But I wasn't ready for what was waiting inside. My body jerked back as my hand shot up to my neck. "Dear God."

Lacey sat upright on the bed, wearing a hospital gown. A doctor stood over her, shining a light into her eyes. Two nurses flanked him.

I almost didn't recognize her.

Her hair was soaked in dried blood. Matted. Tangled with dirt and leaves. Thick blood streaks ran down her neck and across her temple like Viking war paint. Her face and arms looked like someone had tried to wipe her clean with a wet napkin and given up halfway. Just smears of pink and red everywhere.

The bandage on her forehead was already smudged with red too.

Her eyes met mine. Brown, blank, dull. Nothing behind them.

"Sweetheart!" My voice fell apart. Tears burst out of me as I crossed the room in two desperate strides and grabbed her. Held her. Pressed her to my chest so tight nothing could tear her away again.

Not even the nurse who latched onto my arm.

"Ma'am, you can't be in here right now." Her voice was sharp and demanding.

I didn't move.

The other nurse came at me from the side. Hands on my other arm.

"You need to wait outside," she said, yanking at me.

"Get off me," I growled.

About the Author: S. T. Ashman is an American-German author who calls the beautiful U.S. Seacoast home. A graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, she spent years working as a psychotherapist in the criminal justice system. The work gave her a rare window into the human mind, both the beautiful and the deeply shadowed. It's no wonder readers often say her characters feel real enough to step off the page.

When she's not crafting her next twisty tale, you'll find her chasing after her kids, nose-deep in a book, or curled up late at night with a horror movie and a husband who always falls asleep on the couch before the scary parts.

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Cover Reveal ~ Mack's Horribly Hellacious Ghost Town - Mack's Marvelous Manifestations by AJ Sherwood

 

Mack’s Horribly Hellacious Ghost Town
AJ Sherwood
(Mack’s Marvelous Manifestations, #5)
Publication date: June 12th 2026
Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Romance

Apprentices, and two ghost towns, and almost-demons oh…no.

Mack doesn’t mind the apprentice part of this job; in fact, finding Gwyn is delightful, though he hates she grew up in such a haunted town with parents who don’t believe she’s a Medium.

Mack really hates the old mining ghost town is locked down with weird energy and none of the ghosts can see them, which makes passing them difficult.

Mack especially hates that in Black Rock there’s an almost-demon ghost inciting other ghosts to cause a mob, how is that allowed to be a thing?!

Who you gonna call for help when you’re the experts? Mack wants to know for a friend. (Him. He’s the friend.)

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Mack has found hell on earth, this was not on his bucket list, Accidental apprentice acquisition, Lachlan is back!, ghost gangs, chaos magician, Seiji is a new bonk bro, wedding, almost demons lurking, too much water and limestone for a medium’s peace of mind, uncharted haunted mines make Lachlan’s day, Eli is her usual scary self, Mack goes Wild West, Brandon can see ghosts here, that’s not a good thing, Brandon gets to have an apprentice too and can’t be happier, ghost pranks, Mack has picked too many battles, he’s putting some back, Ghost-hunting squad–assemble!

Tropes: MM Romance, Multicultural Romance, Ghost Town, Ghost Medium, Age Gap, Apprentices, Wedding, HEA

This is the fifth and final book in the series following a plot crossover with the Jon’s Mysteries Series. While it would be best to read the books listed in the below order, you can read Mack’s Horribly Hellacious Ghost Town without having read “Book 4” with minimal confusion. To read in series order, Book 1 – Brandon’s Very Merry Haunted Christmas, Book 2 – Mack’s Perfectly Ghastly Homecoming, Book 3 – Mack’s Rousing Ghoulish Highland Adventure, Book 4 – Jon & Mack’s Terrifying Tree Troubles, and Book 5 – This title.

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AJ Sherwood believes in happily ever afters, magic, dragons, good men, and dark chocolate. She often dreams at night of delectable men doing sexy things with each other. In between writing multiple books (often at the same time) she pets her cats, plays with her dogs, and attempts insane things like aerial yoga.

She currently resides in Michigan with aforementioned dogs and cats. Being in snow country gives her the excuse to stay inside and watch bl dramas, which suit her perfectly.

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Book Blitz ~ 101 Laws of Power by John "Doc" Fuller

 




Prison Lessons. Corporate Power. Street Truth.

 

Self-Help, Motivational, Business

Date Published: April 25, 2026

 


101 Laws of Power is a bold, category-defining leadership manifesto that fuses hard-earned prison survival wisdom, corporate strategy, street psychology, and modern influence into one unforgettable framework for winning in life and business. Written with raw authority and sharp insight, it offers readers 101 practical laws on leverage, respect, discipline, negotiation, reputation, and resilience—positioning the book as The 48 Laws of Power for a new era shaped by authenticity, adversity, and execution.

 


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John "Doc" Fuller is an author, speaker, and strategist whose life story embodies resilience, reinvention, and earned authority. Having overcome profound adversity and transformed hardship into wisdom, he now channels those experiences into powerful lessons on discipline, influence, leadership, and personal growth.

Known for his direct style and real-world perspective, John Doc Fuller bridges the worlds of street intelligence, business strategy, and mindset development—offering readers insight that is both practical and hard-earned. His work challenges people to break mental limitations, build respect, and create leverage in every area of life.

As the author of 101 Laws of Power, John Doc Fuller delivers a modern blueprint for navigating competition, mastering self-discipline, and rising with purpose. His mission is simple: help others turn setbacks into strength and obstacles into opportunity.

 

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Book Blitz ~ The Old Norse Saga - Part One: Birds of Asgardr by C Beskow & E. P. W. Tell

 




Part one: Birds of Ásgarðr

 

Fantasy / Norse Mythology

Date Published: November 13, 2025



A child of man treads the path of Hel. The sun blackens, stars fall into the sea, and as fire licks the life-giving tree, the heavens themselves shall cleave.

Following an ominous prophecy from the world tree herself, rivalling species come together to form a treaty. In order to stop an outbreak of war, they agree to a mutual hostage exchange, sending their most promising children to grow up amongst potential enemies.

An insecure þórr is brought to live amongst the rough giants of Jǫtunheimr, granting Ásgarðr the cunning Loki in his stead, whilst a proud elven empress sends her uncontrollable heir to be hidden away amongst the Vanir gods in exchange for the arguably more valuable twins Freyr and Freyja.

Meanwhile in Miðgarðr, where humanity resides far away from the lives of gods, a young girl's nightly hunting trip is interrupted by the arrival of a mysterious divine child.

In an intricate tale where numerous life-strings collide in an interwoven search for family, identity, and purpose, can the smallest of mortal actions alter the destiny of even the greatest of gods?

After a decade long deep-dive into ancient mythology, Viktor Rydberg wrote one of our world's earliest fantasy epics in 1887. Reimagined today by C. Beskow and E.P.W. Tell, his tales of the Old Norse World come to life once more.

 

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Born in Southern Sweden, not far from where his debut novel Birds of Ásgarðr begins, E.P.W. Tell developed a keen interest in history. His article "The Curmsun Disc: Harald Bluetooth's Golden Bull?" then sparked a fascination for Norse Mythology, leading him into Viktor Rydberg's extensive research on the subject. Thereafter, the Old Norse Saga began taking shape.

Recognising the need for a strong literary partner, Weman Tell initiated a collaboration with C. Beskow, who turned out to be the ideal co-author for the ambitious project. After five years of working together, Birds of Ásgarðr emerged as the first of four books in the Old Norse Saga series.

Weman Tell's professional career is just as notable. He holds a Master's in Economics and a Bachelor of Laws. For ten years, he worked as Chief Financial Officer at Svenska Bio (Swedish Cinema chain) for the legendary manager Peter Fornstam, with whom he continues to maintain a close relation. He's also fond of sports, serving as Strength & Conditioning coach for Swedish fencing and acting as General Secretary of the Swedish Multisport Federation.

His varied experiences, combined with his deep passion for history and Norse Mythology, has shaped the foundation of the Old Norse Saga, granting Birds of Ásgarðr a distinctive new voice in historical fantasy literature.

Growing up in the company of books, C. Beskow spent a large chunk of her childhood roaming the forests in search of adventures, huddling up each night with a bedtime story. As she reached adulthood alongside an ever-growing collection of cluttered notebooks, she decided to turn her extensive imagination into a career worth pursuing.

Fascinated by the visual aspect of storytelling, Beskow was initially drawn to film and television, and hence began her writing journey on the island of Gotland, learning how to write for the screen. In 2016, she started her own company, working on everything from translations and transcriptions to tv-pilots and ghostwrites.

When first approached by E.P.W. Tell, ancient mythology was but a fascinating childhood interest, but as the Old Norse Saga called for a deep dive into the subject, Beskow found herself falling in love with its wild world and intense characters. What more, the extensive research led to some rather intriguing ties to her own family history as C. Beskow does not only have ties to the renowned children's book author Elsa Beskow and the once equally popular author Elisabeth Beskow.

 

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Monday, May 18, 2026

Teaser ~ SPADE - Savage Raptors MC by Harley Wylde

 




(Savage Raptors MC)

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: May 22, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



When loyalty fractures, only the ruthless survive.

Lila -- I walked into Savage Raptors territory with proof one of them is a traitor. Stupid? Maybe. But numbers don’t lie -- and someone inside their club is selling intel. I won’t stay silent, even if it means putting myself in the crosshairs. Spade doesn’t trust me. He watches me like I’m the threat. But he’s wrong. The danger is already wearing his patch.

Spade -- Outsiders don’t accuse my brothers and live to tell about it. Lila shows up with spreadsheets and nerve, claiming betrayal inside my club. I bring her under my roof to prove her wrong. Instead, I find evidence she’s right. Now I have a choice -- protect my brotherhood at any cost… or protect the woman who just became mine. If someone’s playing both sides, I’ll end it. As for Lila? She's mine. And once I claim something, I don’t let it go.

A slow-burn MC romance with loyalty, betrayal, and a guaranteed HEA. No cheating.

 

WARNING: Intended for readers 18+ years of age. This book contains mature themes including motorcycle club–related criminal activity, violence, strong language, and references to trauma. Reader discretion is advised.


 

EXCERPT

 

Spade

It wasn’t often we held Church without every patched member present, but all things considered, we were operating this one with a skeleton crew. Moving with deliberate precision Atilla gathered the evidence spread across the table. The room fell silent. Brothers shifted in their seats, tension thick enough to cut. I kept my face blank, waiting. When Atilla finally looked up, his eyes were cold steel, decision made. The verdict was coming, and every man in the room knew it would change everything.

“The evidence is compelling.” Atilla’s voice filled the room without raising above a conversational tone. Decades of authority behind it. “We have a problem.”

Stinger slammed his fist on the table. “We can’t trust her! This whole thing reeks.”

“Shut up.” Atilla didn’t even look at him. His focus remained on the papers, then shifted to me. “Spade. She stays with you. Under guard. Protected and watched. Twenty-four seven.”

I nodded once. No questions needed.

“You believe this shit?” General pushed away from the table, chair scraping across the floor. “Some random Horsemen bitch walks in with paperwork, and we’re supposed to --”

“Yes.” Atilla cut him off. “We are. Because these dates match our failed runs. Every time.” He tapped the folder with one finger. “You got a better explanation for how they knew about the Colombian meet? That was Church business only.” Church business was sacred. Patched members only.

“Could be coincidence,” Tinker offered, but his voice lacked conviction.

“This many times?” Lila spoke for the first time, her voice steady despite being surrounded by hostile men. “That’s one hell of a statistical anomaly.”

Wildcard’s hand drifted toward his waistband. “You don’t speak unless spoken to.”

I caught his eye, shook my head slightly. He backed down, but his face stayed dark with anger.

Atilla stood, signaling the meeting’s end. “Spade has point on this. Full authority. Anyone who gets in his way answers to me.” He fixed each brother with a hard stare. “Until we know who’s clean and who isn’t, information stays compartmentalized. Need to know only.”

The implications hung heavy. Trust -- our foundation -- had just been officially suspended.

“Move her now,” Atilla told me. “Take the back exit. Fewer eyes.”

I rose, gesturing for Lila to follow. She gathered her remaining papers, clutching the folder against her chest like armor. Smart. In this room, information was her only protection.

The brothers parted as we moved toward the door, their faces a study in conflicting emotions. Suspicion. Anger. Unease. Each one wondering if they were under scrutiny. Each one wondering who among them couldn’t be trusted.

“Keys.” I held my hand out to Wildcard, who’d driven her car into the compound.

He slapped them into my palm with unnecessary force. “Watch your back,” he muttered, low enough that only I could hear.

Warning? Or threat? Hard to tell. I filed it away for later analysis.

The back hallway was empty, dim emergency lights casting long shadows. Lila kept pace beside me, not behind. Her gaze scanned everything -- exit signs, security cameras, door locks. Cataloging. Memorizing. I noticed but didn’t comment.

“Where are we going?” she asked as we stepped into the cool night air.

“My place. On the compound.”

My Harley waited in its usual spot, glossy black paint catching moonlight. I handed her a helmet from the saddlebag, watching as she adjusted it with practiced hands. Not her first time on a bike, then.

“Hold tight,” I instructed, swinging my leg over the seat. “And keep that folder secure.”

She slid on behind me, zipped her precious evidence into her jacket, then put her arms around my waist. Her grip was firm but not desperate. The engine roared to life beneath us, vibrating through my bones the way it always did. Familiar. Grounding.

We pulled away from the clubhouse, headlight cutting through darkness. The compound spread before us -- twenty acres of Savage Raptors territory. My home for twenty years. Now potentially compromised.

I took the long route deliberately, giving her the tour she hadn’t asked for. Security checkpoint at the main gate -- two armed brothers nodding as we passed. Motion sensors along the perimeter fence, red lights blinking in sequence. Camera poles at strategic intersections, covering approach angles and blind spots. The garage where we kept our vehicles -- always guarded, always locked.

In my side mirror, I watched her head turn, taking in each detail. Not casual observation. Assessment. She was mapping our security, finding the gaps. Professional habit or something more?

Brothers stopped to watch us pass, hands resting casually near weapons. Word had spread already. The Horsemen’s accountant. The potential trap. The security risk. Comments followed in our wake.

“Who’s the bitch?”

“President’s orders.”

“Fucking VP’s gone soft.”

I ignored them. Petty bullshit wasn’t my concern. Finding our leak was.

We passed the shop where club business happened away from prying eyes. The mess hall where brothers ate together. The row of cabins where Prospects lived during initiation. All the while, her grip remained steady, her body angled to see everything we passed.

My house sat apart from the others -- VP privilege and personal preference. Single story, secure, isolated. I cut the engine in the driveway, silence rushing in to fill the void.

“This is it?” she asked, removing the helmet.

“Home, sweet home.” I swung off the bike, taking the helmet from her hands. “For both of us now.”

She stood, pulled the folder out of her jacket, and clutching it tightly against her chest. Never letting go of it. Smart woman.

The security light above my porch caught her face at an angle, highlighting the bruise on her jaw. In the harsh white glow, it looked worse than before -- blue-black center fading to sickly yellow at the edges. The kind of hit meant to hurt, not just intimidate.

“How did you get into the compound in the first place?” I asked.

“I threatened to rip off the Prospect’s balls if he didn’t let me through.”

I stared her down, knowing that hadn’t been enough to get her through the gate.

She sighed. “I told him I had intel his President would want and that the club was in jeopardy. Then I leaned out the window a little, giving him a glimpse down my shirt. It’s amazing how many doors open when you show a guy your boobs.”

Well, fuck. She had a point. Most men wouldn’t see her as a threat. And our Prospects did tend to think with their dicks. Especially the younger ones.

“They really did try to kill you,” I said, not a question.

Her gaze met mine, unflinching. “Yes. And they’ll try again when they realize what I took.”

“Good thing you’ve got the Savage Raptors watching your back now.” I unlocked my front door, punching in the security code.

“Is it?” She stepped past me into the house. “Guess that depends on which one is selling you out.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. We both knew the enemy could already be inside these walls. Could be any face we passed tonight. Could be someone I’d called brother for years.


About the Author

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book. She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies. Visit Wylde's website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and don't forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts and other exciting perks.

 

Author on Facebook, Instagram, & TikTok: @harleywylde

 

Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress

 

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Book Blitz ~ Welcome to the Wonderful World of Not Giving A F*ck by Oliver Turner

 



Nonfiction / Self-Help

Publication Date: October 9, 2025



What happens when life strips away everything you thought defined you?

In Welcome to the Wonderful World of Not Giving A Fck*, Oliver Turner delivers a bold, brutally honest, and deeply motivational guide to self-love, spirituality, resilience, and personal empowerment. This Amazon Bestselling book is a fresh and unapologetic take on personal growth for readers who are tired of living for everyone else’s approval.

Blending humor, raw truth, and hard-earned wisdom, Oliver Turner shares the mindset shifts that helped him survive life-threatening health battles, devastating personal loss, emotional isolation, and years of rebuilding from the ground up. Faced with emergency surgery, homelessness, broken relationships, and severe physical injuries, Turner discovered one life-changing truth: sometimes the greatest freedom comes from letting go of fear, guilt, overthinking, and the need to please others.

This concise yet powerful read is packed with real-life insight, motivational encouragement, and practical perspective for anyone struggling with anxiety, burnout, self-doubt, toxic expectations, or feeling stuck in life. Through relatable storytelling and sharp, no-nonsense advice, readers are challenged to stop apologizing for wanting more and start creating a life rooted in confidence, peace, purpose, and financial independence.

Whether you are rebuilding after hardship, searching for personal freedom, or simply ready to stop caring about things that drain your energy, this book serves as a reminder that your life belongs to you — not to the opinions of others.

Perfect for fans of motivational self-help books, mindset transformation, spiritual growth, emotional healing, confidence building, and personal development, Welcome to the Wonderful World of Not Giving A Fck* is an empowering wake-up call for dreamers, overthinkers, creatives, entrepreneurs, and anyone ready to reclaim their voice.

If you are ready to stop surviving and start living boldly, this book is for you.


In This Inspirational Self-Help Book, You’ll Discover:

● How to let go of people-pleasing and fear of judgment

● Powerful lessons in resilience, healing, and self-trust

● A fresh perspective on confidence, spirituality, and personal freedom

● How to protect your peace and focus on what truly matters

● Motivation to rebuild your life after hardship or failure

● Encouragement to pursue purpose, joy, and financial independence


Start your journey toward self-love, empowerment, and unapologetic living today.

 


 

 

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Oliver Turner is a writer, creative entrepreneur, motivational voice, and the Amazon Bestselling author of Welcome to the Wonderful World of Not Giving A Fck*, a bold and empowering book focused on self-love, spirituality, resilience, and personal growth. Known for his raw honesty, sharp humor, and unapologetic perspective on life, Oliver inspires readers to break free from fear, self-doubt, and the pressure of living according to other people’s expectations.

Drawing from real-life experiences filled with adversity, healing, and transformation, Oliver Turner’s work resonates with readers searching for confidence, emotional freedom, and a renewed sense of purpose. After surviving a life-threatening medical crisis, enduring homelessness, devastating personal loss, severe physical injuries, and years of emotional rebuilding, Oliver turned his pain into purpose by sharing the mindset and spiritual lessons that helped him keep moving forward.

His writing blends motivational storytelling, practical wisdom, spiritual insight, and modern self-empowerment strategies to encourage readers to stop overthinking, trust themselves, and live more authentically. Through his relatable voice and candid approach, Oliver challenges people to reclaim their energy, protect their peace, and pursue lives rooted in confidence, creativity, healing, and financial independence.

Beyond writing, Oliver Turner is involved in creative business ventures, digital platforms, and entertainment projects designed to inspire transformation and authentic living. His mission is simple: help people let go of fear, embrace who they truly are, and move boldly toward the life they deserve.

Whether speaking through his books, creative projects, or personal message of resilience, Oliver Turner continues to connect with audiences looking for motivation, healing, self-discovery, and the courage to finally put themselves first.


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Saturday, May 16, 2026

Week Blast ~ Eliza Waite - A Novel by Ashley E. Sweeney

 




Historical Fiction

Date Published: 05-16-2016

Publisher: She Writes Press



Celebrating the 10th Anniversary

After the tragic death of her husband and son on a remote island in Washington’s San Juan Islands, Eliza Waite joins the throng of miners, fortune hunters, business owners, con men, and prostitutes traveling north to the Klondike in the spring of 1898. When Eliza arrives in Skagway, Alaska, she has less than fifty dollars to her name and not a friend in the world—but with some savvy, and with the help of some unsavory characters, Eliza opens a successful bakery on Skagway’s main street and befriends a madam at a neighboring bordello. Occupying this space—a place somewhere between traditional and nontraditional feminine roles—Eliza awakens emotionally and sexually. But when an unprincipled man from her past turns up in Skagway, Eliza is fearful that she will be unable to conceal her identity and move forward with her new life. Using Gold Rush history, diary entries, and authentic pioneer recipes, Eliza Waite transports readers to the sights sounds, smells, and tastes of a raucous and fleeting era of American history.


Excerpt

September 1, 1896


Cloudy, first fall chill. Deer in garden again. Need to mend fences.
 


“Good fences make good neighbors,” her aunt used to say.


Eliza examines her muddied property and stifles a snort. There are no neighbors, no cheery hellos or help at harvest time, no shared secrets or meals offered at the door when grief steals joy clean away. No, her neighbors are all gone from this windswept island plagued with relentless autumn rains that close in on the coming darkness.


Eliza removes her nightclothes and rushes into her undergarments, woolen skirt, muslin blouse, and thick socks. She gathers up her skirt, and pushes out through the cabin’s rickety door, inhaling wood smoke and counting her memories, both blessings and curses.


I do not know if I can endure another winter here, especially after what happened last year.


Before the epidemic there had been a store, and a post office, and a cannery, and a school. And—of course—a church. On those long ago Sundays, Eliza had squirmed each time Jacob mounted the stairs to the simple wooden pulpit at First Methodist on tiny Cypress Island, his pompousness preceding him. Eliza sat stiffly in the front pew with Jonathan close beside her. Jonathan’s delicate hands held hers and his small brown leather boots dangled over the front lip of the wooden bench. If she tries hard enough, Eliza can still hear Jonathan’s warbling voice stumbling over the words of the ancient hymns.


        After Sunday services, Eliza and Ida Lawson had poured weak coffee into china cups at opposite ends of the cloth-covered table in the basement of the church. They adjusted the china cups, filling in spaces when others were served. They checked the sugar bowls. They rearranged the teaspoons, and placed them symmetrically. They exchanged glances and shared private conversations in between parishioners.


Did you hear the foreman killed a Chinaman over at Atlas Cannery?


Another parishioner would interrupt. Pleasantries. Then another interruption. More pleasantries.


Did you see Sly Chapman walking Adelaide Winters home from school on Wednesday?


There was always scuttlebutt about the townsfolk, or the trappers, or the fishermen, or the loggers. And always about the Chinamen. In the kitchen, Eliza and Ida would mimic the Chinamen, taking small steps and bowing to each other. They stifled their laughter. Only once had they had an awkward and guarded conversation about the intimacies of marriage.


IDA’S COFFEE CAKE

This is one of the best of plain cakes, and is very easily made.

Take one teacup of strong coffee infusion, one teacup molasses, one teacup sugar, one-half teacup butter, one egg, and one teaspoonful saleratus. Add pinch of salt.

Add spice and raisins to suit the taste, and enough flour to make a reasonably thick batter.

Bake rather slowly in tin pans lined with buttered paper. Tops with cinnamon sugar and serve warm.

But those days are long past. Now all Eliza has is a heap of gravestones to visit.
 

 

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 Multi award-winning author Ashley E. Sweeney’s fourth novel, The Irish Girl, released December 2024. Her previous novels, Eliza Waite, Answer Creek, and Hardland, have won a total of 20 awards, including the Nancy Pearl Book Award, Independent Press Award, WILLA Literary Award, and New Mexico-Arizona Book Award. Sweeney, a native New Yorker and graduate of Wheaton College in Norton, Massachusetts, spends winters in Tucson and summers in the Pacific Northwest.

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