Thursday, March 28, 2024

The Rainbow Diary Book Blitz #rabtbooktours

 

Embracing Life's Final Colors: A Heartfelt Journey through Loss, Redemption, and the Unknown


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Date Published: February 20, 2024

Publisher: Palmetto Publishing


 

In the tender pages of The Rainbow Diary, embark on an extraordinary odyssey that transcends the boundaries of life and death. This poignant tale weaves a tapestry of love, loss, and redemption, resonating deeply with anyone who has felt the sharp ache of losing a loved one or grappled with the haunting anxiety of mortality.

Meet Kenneth Talbot, a man on the precipice of his final journey. Diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he confronts the fragility of his existence. As the sands of time slip away, Kenneth's reflections paint a vivid portrait of human emotion. His story becomes a mirror, reflecting the joys and regrets, the triumphs and heartaches that define us all. Amidst the pain, Kenneth finds unexpected solace in the most unlikely places. His bond with his teenage son, Brian, becomes a source of profound reconciliation, a testament to the enduring power of familial love. The gentle presence of MaryAnn, his devoted nurse, becomes a beacon of hope, guiding him toward acceptance.

The Rainbow Diary is more than a novel; it is a sanctuary for the soul. It delicately explores the complex nuances of life's final moments, offering a glimpse into the afterlife that is both imaginative and comforting. Through Kenneth's introspection, readers are invited to confront their own fears and anxieties, finding solace in the shared human experience. This book is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and a celebration of the enduring power of love that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

Immerse yourself in this extraordinary narrative, and let The Rainbow Diary be your guiding light through the labyrinth of life, death, and everything in between.




About the Author

Dr. Mitchell Maiman became a physician at age twenty-four and is now retired. As a specialist in Obstetrics and Gynecology and sub-specialist in Gynecologic Oncology, he has had a distinguished academic, clinical, and research career in medicine and served as both a Director of Gynecologic Oncology and Chairman of Obstetrics and Gynecology at major New York City-based university hospitals. He has been recognized for his numerous educational contributions in the field and his devotion and commitment to the teaching of residents and fellows.

 

Mitch lives with his wife, Dr. Judy Levy, in Long Island, New York, and is an avid tennis player and practitioner of yoga. They first met during their residency training. This is his first novel.

 

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Wednesday, March 27, 2024

The Heart Knows What the Mind Cannot See Book Blitz #rabtbooktours

 

Self Help, Spiritual Inspiration

Date Published: 06-02-2021


 

This is a thought-provoking and enlightening exploration of spirituality and perception. The text functions as a guide to self-improvement, with a mixture of autobiographical elements and snippets of universal wisdom. The speaker provides accessible solutions to life's difficulties, and an outlook of optimism applicable to any circumstance. The illustrations and graphics are thoughtfully chosen, and the interactive textual elements give this work an originality that sets it apart. The speaker's own experiences and conclusions are at the heart of this fiction, and the first-person narrative voice creates a sense of proximity between author and reader. The text describes itself as 'a journey to the heart', and this truthful discovery of the self is reflected in the speaker's revelation of his whole self through the text. The narrative often presents a dichotomy between positive and negative outlooks or voices.

For example, the speaker includes sections in which his self-doubt speaks, 'you've got no proper education, you can't spell properly, you're dyslexic and your grammar is crap. You're not really a writer'. This negative voice directly opposes the sense of self-belief the speaker builds within the narrative. He uses examples such as this to remind readers that the journey to happiness is complex and that flaws or setbacks are natural. The negative separation or fragmentation of the self is prevalent in the lines, 'I do not love the grumpy me, the sad me, the hostile me, the parts of me that act as if I do not care'. The act of writing represents a unification of the self and an attempt to reframe the speaker's life into coherence. The frequent use of direct address and rhetorical questions promotes an active reading experience, in which the author opens up a dialogue with the reader. The text includes prompts and activities for the reader to engage with and learn from. Encouraging readers to take part in the text is emblematic of their journey to self-fulfillment and love, in which they must take responsibility for actively creating their own happiness.

The speaker depicts his process of enlightenment as a framework for others to emulate, and the format of the text demonstrates the transfer of agency to those who take part in the speaker's challenges at the end of each chapter. This work ultimately teaches us that 'we are the cause of what is' and thus sheds light on the crucial idea that every individual has the power to create themselves and their world positively.


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Toby Negus is an artist, both with paints and of the spirit. His work reflects a deep commitment to meeting life on its terms and an equally deep understanding of human nature.

Toby has studied and taught spiritual and personal development in the UK and around the world for over two decades. He is qualified in advanced counselling, as a life coach and as a Cognitive Behaviour therapist. He is an Amazon best-selling author of a collaborative Conscious Creators book and has illustrated and self published two books on the subject of self-awareness and the spiritual journey. He has articles published in national magazine and has given talks and run workshops in support of his published work within the UK.

In the last few years, he has created many pieces of artwork that are a reflection of his spiritual journey. These have appeared in magazines and have been exhibited in the UK.

 

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Lone Star On A Cowboy Heart New Release Blitz #IndiGo

Title:  Lone Star on a Cowboy Heart

Author: Marie S. Crosswell

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: 03/26/2024

Heat Level: 1 - No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 49300

Genre: Contemporary Western, contemporary, Lit/genre fiction, Arizona, M/M, asexual, aromantic, bisexual, law enforcement, cowboy, platonic, companionship, crime/robbery, gun violence, bartenders, blue collar, friends to partners

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When Montgomery Clarke saves Deputy Sam Roswell’s life during an armed robbery, both men go home thinking they’ll never cross paths again. Instead, a friendship blossoms between them as they work together to track down a wanted man: the surviving robber who escaped the scene of the crime with a sack of cash. 

Drawn to each other despite their starkly different personalities, Montgomery and Sam quickly bond in a way neither man has with anyone else in years. Their friendship awakens Sam’s long-buried and unexplored romantic feelings for men, while reviving Montgomery’s deepest longing: for a platonic life partner. Sparked by violence, Sam and Montgomery’s connection becomes cemented in yet another dangerous confrontation when they finally catch up to Joel Troutman, the robber on the run. 

A year later, Montgomery and Sam are best friends with an exceptionally intimate relationship. What should be their first happy Christmas season together, however, suddenly turns sour when Montgomery gives Sam the cold shoulder without explanation. Brought together once again by crime—this time, one involving a teenage girl—Sam and Montgomery reckon with their feelings for each other. Will they remain friends or become partners?

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Lone Star on a Cowboy Heart
Marie S. Crosswell © 2024
All Rights Reserved

Prescott, Arizona

September 2014

Sam Roswell stops for dinner at the Dog Bowl Diner in his civvies, his department-issued sidearm locked in his desk drawer at the sheriff’s office. He chats up his waitress just to feel better about eating alone, then watches the other people in the diner, half cop on the lookout for mischief and half wishing he could meet a new friend. There’s a young couple with a pair of restless kids who can’t stay seated longer than a minute, an old husband and wife tucked into a two-person booth, three men and a woman side by side at the chrome-rimmed counter, and some teenagers hanging out on the other side of the place. None of them pay him any attention.

Two men wearing black knit masks over their faces dart into the diner, each of them leading with a gun. Sam freezes in his seat, watching in disbelief as they split up to cover the room.

The man in a long-sleeved navy blue T-shirt moves into the more heavily populated section of the diner and shouts, “Everybody take out your wallets. Now!”

The second man, wearing a dark red T-shirt under his jacket, goes up to the counter and points his gun at the first employee he sees. “Open the register! Open it!”

The blonde waitress with big hair hurries to the cash register positioned at the right end of the counter and tries to obey, hands twitching and eyes panicked. She fails at her first attempt.

“Hurry up!” Red Tee yells, steel revolver gleaming in the white light of the ceiling bulbs.

The register drawer clicks and slides open, and the waitress yanks stacks of bills out of their compartments and drops them on the countertop.

“Put the money in the bag! Put it in the fucking bag!”

She scrambles for the cash with one hand, then shoves it into the cloth bag Red Tee slid onto the countertop. He snatches the bag away from her and passes it to his accomplice, who holds it in front of the family with kids.

“Put your wallets in the fucking bag and pass it on,” Blue Tee says to them. “Now!”

One of the children starts to cry, pink-faced and whimpering.

A boy sitting at the table of teenagers bolts for the door, but Red Tee gets hold of the hood on his sweatshirt and yanks him back.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Red Tee yells, wrapping his free arm around the boy’s neck and pressing his gun into the boy’s head. “Huh?”

One of the teen girls yelps.

Sam stands up and makes for Red Tee, plucking his badge off his belt as he goes. His pulse races, waves of adrenaline washing through him. He’s not thinking, his body drawn to the trouble like a piece of metal to a magnet.

“Hey, hey,” he says, too soft-spoken for the circumstance. He holds the badge in his hand, so everyone can see it. “Just calm down. The kid’s not going anywhere. Send him back to his seat, and you and your pal can get out of here.”

“A cop, huh?” Red Tee says, arm still wrapped around the teenager’s neck, the gun unrelenting against his skull. “We got us a fucking cop in here.”

Blue Tee glances over at Sam, still following the bag of money around his section of the diner as it changes hands.

“Where’s your gun, asshole?” Red Tee says to Sam.

“Let the boy go,” Sam replies. “You got your money. You don’t have to hurt anyone.”

Red Tee stares at him through the eyeholes in his mask, silent for a long beat, then pushes the teenager away from him. He points his gun at Sam’s chest.

“He don’t even have a fuckin’ gun,” says Blue Tee, the bag of money in his hand. “Don’t be stupid. Let’s fuckin’ go.”

Sam’s standing with his hands up in front of him, badge in the left.

Red Tee doesn’t budge, staring him down with the revolver.

“I said, let’s go,” Blue Tee barks.

“Fuck this cop,” says Red Tee as he cocks back the hammer on his revolver.

BANG!

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Marie S. Crosswell writes long fiction, short fiction, and poetry. Her novellas Texas, Hold Your Queens; Alchemy; Cold, Cold Water; and The Silence of Lightning are available online wherever digital books are sold. Her short fiction has appeared in Thuglit, Betty Fedora, Plots with Guns, Tough, and other indie crime fiction publications. She’s a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College where she studied creative writing and friendship. She lives in the American West. Visit her Website for more!

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Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Bridging Hope Author Interview #GayBookPromotions

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Book Title: Bridging Hope (Bridging Hearts Series, #1)

Author: Greyson McCoy

Publisher: DreamSpinner Press

Release Date: March 26, 2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, forced proximity, small town romance

Themes: New dads

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length:  58 pages

It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger. It’s a HEA

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When workaholic Pierce Simms’s sister passes, he suddenly finds himself unemployed, back in the hometown he fled, and raising his niece and nephew. Despite that, he’s confident he has things under control—at least until his sister’s high-school sweetheart shows up.

With his teaching grant ended, Dalton O’Dell is at loose ends and tight purse strings. Just as the world crashes down on him, he learns his ex-girlfriend has passed and named him guardian of her two young children. Chaos ensues when he and her brother, Pierce, are forced together to raise the toddlers in Pierce’s family farmhouse.
 
Nestled in the enchanting beauty of the farm, Pierce and Dalton bond over the challenges of co-parenting and their shared grief as unexpected love blossoms. Love might not be enough, however, if they can’t learn to bridge the gap between their different worlds and overcome the trauma of their pasts.

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“Let’s discuss how to proceed,” Pierce’s attorney, a short, businesslike woman, said. For thirty minutes, Pierce kept the baby occupied while his attorney and Uncle Tim discussed the details of the will. I sat watching Pierce.

The little girl kept bringing her uncle toys that had been left in the office for kids to play with, and each time, he’d smile or ask her questions. Eventually, the baby boy settled and snuggled sleepily in his arms. That’s when my heart melted. This wasn’t an absentee uncle. Clearly, he was important to them and vice versa. It made me question whether a custody fight was prudent.

“Why did Lizzie want me to raise her kids instead of you?” I blurted, interrupting our attorneys and surprising myself.

A pained expression crossed Pierce’s face as he spoke to me for the first time. “When she made her will, she probably figured I’d never come back. We were… estranged,” he said, voice gruff.

“But you’re back now, and these two seem to trust you. How long have you been taking care of them?”

His pained look morphed into one so grief-stricken I felt tempted to hug him. “About six months,” he whispered.

I nodded in thought. “Do you have a job? Are you married? What’s your wife like? Is she on board with helping raise them?”

My uncle cleared his throat, signaling to me to let the lawyers handle the questioning, but I couldn’t help myself. For a moment, Pierce looked a little stunned by the sudden barrage, but he answered. “I’m recently unemployed, but I received a good severance package. I’m set for at least a few months before I need to work full-time again. I’m not married.” He hesitated then, his face resolute, before spinning the question back around. “You?”

I shrugged. “Unmarried and recently unemployed as well.” Ignoring his challenging stare, I continued honestly. “I see these two love you, depend on you. I don’t understand all this, but I trust Lizzie had her reasons for naming me their guardian. I won’t relinquish that responsibility. Not without knowing for certain they’re in good hands.”

Pierce nodded, and his expression softened a little. “I’m not stepping out of their lives without knowing the same thing. Frankie and Max have already been through too much for two little kids. I’ll be here until they don’t need me.”

“So we’re at an impasse,” I said.

Uncle Tim cleared his throat again. “Or maybe it’s an opportunity. Mr. Simms, may I call you Pierce? I understand you inherited your father’s farm?” Pierce glanced at him and nodded. “And Dalton, you’re looking for a place to stay. Why don’t you boys combine forces? Dalton, your farming experience might be of great help to Pierce, and you’ll both have time to get to know one another and observe the other’s parenting style.”

I looked at my uncle, aghast. “Uncle Tim, that’s probably not a good idea. Mr. Simms, surely you have a girlfriend or something? I couldn’t impose—”

Pierce barked out a laugh, nearly waking baby Max, who’d fallen asleep in his arms. “I’m gay and single.” He glanced down at his nephew, then over to his niece, Frankie, before refocusing on me. “I understand you work with kids, but do you feel comfortable caring for kids this young?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t have much experience being around kids this age. In my previous job, they already knew their ABCs when they came to me.”

Pierce appeared lost in thought before he sighed and his shoulders dropped, as if he were giving up the fight. “Honestly, I could use the help. When Lizzie got sick, friends and neighbors helped, but that tapered off. Now it’s just us. I could use another pair of adult hands, especially at night.”

“And there’s room at your house?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m staying in my sister’s room, which has an adjoining area where the kids sleep. You could take the main bedroom right across the hall. But fair warning,” he said, a mischievous smile forming on his lips, “if you move in, you’ll have night duty too. Max only sleeps four or five hours, which means 1:00 a.m. diaper-changing time. You up for that?”

I could tell he was testing me, and screw him. I slept like the dead, but I could set an alarm.

I nodded. “I’m up for it if you are.”

We both looked at our attorneys, who wore matching grins. “Well, then,” Uncle Tim said, “sounds like we’ve got a plan.”

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Greyson McCoy loves to travel. After years of being tied down to a life of kids, work, running a small farm, and all things domestic, he and his husband have taken full advantage of their empty nest to travel the world.

The joy of writing came to Greyson late in life. While completing his master’s degree, he found himself fighting between desperately wanting to write fiction and finishing the homework and papers he’d been assigned.

After his master’s was finished, Greyson decided to shirk his life of responsibility and pursue his dream of writing full time. His stories reflect many of the locations he and his husband have visited over the years.

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AUTHOR NAME: Greyson McCoy

Introduce yourself and your writing

After years of being tied down to a life of kids, work, running a small farm, and all things domestic, my husband and I have taken full advantage of our empty nest to travel the world.

The joy of writing came to me late in life. While completing my master’s degree, I found myself fighting between desperately wanting to write fiction and finishing the homework and papers I’d been assigned.

When my master’s was finally done, I decided to shirk my life of responsibility and pursue my dream of writing full time.  My stories reflect many of the locations my husband and I have visited over the years.

What/who inspired you to start writing?

My great aunt was born in the early nineteen twenties. She and my grandmother were raised so poor, there were times they simply didn’t have enough food to eat.

My great grandmother, love her as I did, was not a big advocate of higher education. Despite that, my aunt managed to get through high school and began writing poetry when she was around my age.

I never had a conversation with her about her writing. I just secretly admired that she had the umph to do so, and when the world seemed to be against her success at it.

I think that’s where I first began to think about being a writer. Even when I never would’ve dreamed I could do it professionally, I would write poetry (bad poetry, that will never see the light of day,) stories about my experiences, advice I wanted to give my kids, and so forth and so on.

I’m not quite sure I’d have had the nerve to take this on if it hadn’t been for my great aunt.


Tell us about your new release. What inspired you to write it?

Bridging Hope was a labor of love. I was lying in bed one night when the plot bunny hit me and refused to let me go. I ended up getting up and started writing the story.

Of course, the story ended up way too long for the submission requirement for DreamSpinner press, so I had to pare it down, but that’s only because I was enjoying writing the story so much.


How did you decide on the title?

Okay, confession time. I hate titling my books. I had come up with Bridging Hearts, when I broached the subject of maybe making this a series with my editor. With her help we decided Bridging Hearts should be the series title, and Bridging Hope the title for book 1.

I was in central Oregon and fell head over heels in love with their covered bridges. Of course, I went to college in Iowa where they had their own covered bridges scattered about. Heck, Bridges of Madison County was a book that came out when I was in college there.

It only made sense, as my husband and I rode around the idyllic scenery that I would eventually set a book in a town similar to the one where the real covered bridges reside.

Bridging Hearts, just made sense as a series title. Bridging Hope is an accurate description of the process the guys in my book took to find love, and family.


What are you working on at present? Would you like to share a snippet?

Well, yes, yes I would! LOL

I have completed book 2 of the Bridging Hearts Series. The story starts out with a young California farmer fighting to save his beloved farm from a voracious wildfire.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t succeed, but he’s thrust into a world of hope, when he moves to live with his aunt and uncle on their dairy farm in Central Oregon.

Now, here’s that snippet:


I followed them in and immediately washed my hands in the lower bathroom. No need to get Sue after me again. She’d all but flogged me last week when I sat down at the table without washing proper, as she called it.

I took a seat in the dining room when Sue yelled up the stairs. “Cliff, we’re sitting down to supper. Come on down.”

I looked at Levi with my eyebrow raised in question. “My cousin,” he said quietly. “His farm was swept up in the California wildfires. Only just arrived in the wee hours.”

I cringed. I’d been watching the news about the horrendous wildfire currently scorching through California. It seemed fires were eating up the forested parts of California and Oregon more and more every year. “That’s awful,” I whispered. “He must be devastated.”

Levi nodded and a somber mood fell over the table. As talk shifted to fences still needing repair, I popped into the kitchen to help Sue. I was bringing out a bowl of mashed potatoes when I came around the corner and looked right into the eyes of one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen.

Chiseled jawline, lean build, and kind but sad eyes. When they locked on mine, I stumbled. In one swift move, he caught me, put me right, and then took the bowl from my hands and placed it on the table.

I was still feeling flustered when he shook my hand and introduced himself as Cliff Anderson.

I’m Brandon Forest, a friend of Levi’s. Nice to meet you.”

Although his face was weary, the smile he gave me made my heart flutter.

Sue brushed past us carrying a platter of pork chops, and took her customary seat opposite Chris at the end of the table. Only then did I notice Levi had switched seats so instead of sitting across from Keya like usual, he was seated next to her. That left two empty chairs side by side, which meant I’d be sitting beside the handsome stranger all through supper.

Let’s say grace,” Sue began, and as was the custom, Chris said his blessedly short prayer over the meal.

The conversation took its normal turns. Which fields had to be mowed, which cows were calving, and whatever else needed doing around the farm. Then Sue shared a little gossip about the neighbors. Mrs. Horace needed a knee transplant. Mr. Frost had gone into hospice.

Chatter buzzed around the table, but Cliff sat silently. I glanced his way a few times, asking him to pass me the potatoes and to fork me up a pork chop, which he did without a word.

I could smell a whiff of smoke wafting off him, which must’ve permeated his clothes, and it reminded me of all he must’ve just gone through. My heart went out to the poor guy. I couldn’t imagine what he was feeling.

I’d seen videos of the fires that had consumed California and Oregon in years past, and pictures of destroyed homes and burnt-out vehicles. The devastation was overwhelming. Experiencing that firsthand would be a real-life nightmare. I suspected Cliff was relieved no one asked him any questions about it.

When is your next book gonna be out?” Levi asked me. I knew he already knew the answer. I’d told him a couple of days ago that my agent had asked me to send her copy of the first novel in my new series. When I looked at him questioningly, he had a mischievous smile on his face. So, I thought to myself, this was for his cousin’s benefit.

I played along. “I should get my manuscript back for revisions any day now,” I said. I couldn’t even say that without feeling a bit of dread knowing I’d soon be faced with a document that my editor had completely ripped apart.

You’re an author?” Cliff asked, and I smiled.

Well, I’m trying to be. I have two books out, and now I’m working on my first series.”

What do you write?” he asked, looking around the table shyly.

Mostly science fiction and fantasy. My new series will be young adult fiction, though. I wrote it in honor of my buddy Levi, the middle school English teacher.”

Everyone chuckled except Cliff, who must not have gotten the joke.

Your cousin over there challenged me to write a book he could use to motivate his students to read more. So, I bragged about that being easy. Just so you know, writing a book for pre-teens is not easy.”

Cliff smiled warmly at me, and my heartbeat did the same pitter-patter flutter in my chest as when I first saw him.

I remember being that age, I hated everything.”

Yes, you did. You were a pill back then,” Sue said.

Cliff’s smile brightened. “Levi was always a bigger pill, so I felt like I could get away with being a little surly.”

Hey, don’t pull me into this,” Levi complained.

Cliff winked at his cousin, and with just that bit of humor, it’s like he came out of his protective shell.

Do you write under a pseudonym?” he asked me.

I use my own name. Brandon Forest.”

Oh, shoot, I should’ve realized that. I’ve read your books. I got them last year for my birthday.”

Just like that, the shutters went down again. Something bad must’ve happened on or around his birthday. I didn’t pry but said, “I’d be happy to sign your books.”

He shook his head. “I doubt they survived,” he replied quietly.

A sadness permeated the room, and he must’ve noticed because he quickly forced a smile and said, “But I loved them. I can’t wait to read your young adult fiction.”

I smiled at him but wasn’t quite sure what else to say. So, I went back to harassing Levi, which seemed to put everyone in a better mood.

After supper, Cliff helped Sue take things into the kitchen. When everything was put away, he excused himself, saying he wanted to call a friend to find out if there was any news. Sue waved him off after he shook my hand and told me it was a pleasure meeting me.

A thrill, almost like an electric jolt, zapped my heart when he took my hand in his, and something sparked in his eyes as well. Whatever this was, and despite the awful timing in Cliff’s life, I wanted to explore it. I’d never had such an immediate, visceral reaction to someone before, and there’d been plenty of opportunity. I wouldn’t consider myself a man-slut, but I wasn’t far off. I decided to pull Levi and Keya aside and get to the bottom of the story with Levi’s ridiculously handsome cousin.


What is the hardest part of writing any book?

The blurb, hands down the most difficult thing I’ve done in a long time was to take a story 20,000 words long and put it into 2 or 3 paragraphs. Honestly, I think I’d rather eat chalk.


Are there any genres you prefer to write, and if so, why?

I love romance. Have most of my life. I like other stuff too, but my passion is and probably always will be romance.


Why M/M?

Oh, that’s easy. I’m gay. How fun is it to have loved romance books most of my life, only now to have an audience who are willing to read my work, and it all be about two (or more) men finding their best and most romantic life?


What book/s are you reading at the moment?

I just finished J.P. Jackson’s Skin Session. Oh boy, that man can write in such a naughty delightful way.


What novels do you adore/re-read?

I fell in love with Nora Roberts years ago and read her Three Sister Island series. One day I want to write a series like those, because DANG, they are still some of my favorite books!


Which other writers do you follow?

Follow? I’m not sure I follow them, but I adore Glenn Quigley, Andrew Grey, Kim Fielding, Lily Morton, and so many others. You might say I’m a bit of a MM romance slut. Ain’t no shame in that though, right?


Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I’m told the word for what I do is pantsing. I do outline, sort of, but mostly just to get my ideas down. Then I let my characters run with it. I’ve drafted five books now, and not one of them has followed the outline I initially created for them.


How often do you write? Do you have a schedule?

I either write, edit, or market my books every day. I don’t have a schedule, but I work well over fifty hours a week on my book business. Which honestly feels like my book passion.


Are you a cat person or a dog person? Tell us about your pets.

Aah, I love kitties. The only problem is I’m totally allergic. I also love the puppies.

My old terrier passed away last year and broke my heart. We have an old Husky mix now, and he occupies a lot of our time.

I’m all about the cuddles, and where the terrier had no interest the Husky is almost always willing.

Someday ask me about the other puppies I’ve loved in my life. Each of them have their own stories!


If you had access to a time machine just once, is there anything you'd go back and change? Either on a personal level or an historical event?

This is something I’ve pondered a lot lately. Would I change my life if I could?

Ultimately, I’m surprised that I’ve decided no, no I wouldn’t change much in my life. I mean, yeah, I’d buy Amazon stock, so I could be richer than I am now, thus giving me more time to write and play and well, all the stuff that I can’t afford to do now.

No, in reality, I’m proud of who I’ve become.

In the south, at funerals especially, people like to say, “Well, he had a hard life.” Imagine that being said in a very prolonged accented way.

I haven’t had a hard life, yeah, there’s been a lot of hard stuff. A heck of a lot of hard stuff in fact, but I don’t like to think of my life in that way. Now, if I have a funeral, and people are standing around talking about me, I’d want them to say, “he lived an authentic life.”

I’ve taken a heck of a lot of lemons and turned them into lemonade, lemon meringue, lemon ice box pie, lemoncello, and so many more yummy things. My writing is just one of those delightful delicacies that’ve developed out of those authentic, albeit ass-kicking, life experiences.

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Prophet Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours

 

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

 

Dixie Reapers MC, Book 20

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: March 29, 2024

 

 

Ares – My life hasn’t always been kittens and rainbows. I spent years as a captive, so when someone breaks into the compound and threatens my little siblings, I go with the kidnappers instead. I’ve survived being enslaved before, but the little ones wouldn’t make it. I can only hope the club will find me in time.

Prophet – I’ve been patiently waiting for Ares to not only be old enough for me to date her, but also for her to be ready. But I waited too f**king long, and now she’s been taken. The bastard who has her is going to pay, and once she’s back in my arms, I’m never letting her go again.


WARNING: Prophet is intended for readers 18+ due to adult content, darker themes, language, and violence. While it can be read as a stand-alone, you may enjoy the story more if you read Joker first.

 


EXCERPT


Ares

Times had changed. The Dixie Reapers’ clubhouse no longer boasted loud parties and naked women. Well, the naked women were gone, at any rate. Music pulsed from the speakers as everyone took a much-needed break. My dad had been in Church off and on since this mess started, and more often than not, the members hung out in the clubhouse discussing the issue at hand. Except right now, the doors were open to anyone.

I sat at the bar with a soda. Portia sat on one side of me and Venom’s youngest, Dawson, was on my other side. Patched members lined the bar on either side of them.

“Pass me a beer, Ares,” Bull shouted from farther down. I reached over the counter into the ice chest, then slid the longneck down the bar top. I caught a smirk from my father as he watched.

“Hey, Pres. Think your girl has a future as a bartender,” Bull said. He chuckled and twisted the top off. “She’s got good aim.”

“Better than Foster’s aim last week,” I shot back, a playful jab at his son’s appalling shooting during target practice. He snorted and took a swallow of his beer, while Foster shot me a glare.

This place was my home. Dad and the Dixie Reapers had been my salvation, pulling me from the abyss with hands as rough as the life they led. Even though I couldn’t be a patched member, I was a Reaper’s kid. My dad had given me permission to get the club colors inked on my shoulder blade. It was a super small one compared to the ones the guys here had. I’d seen quite a few with the colors covering their entire backs. In addition, I’d gotten a phoenix rising from the ashes inked on the outside of my right thigh -- a mirror of my own rebirth.

Foster might be mad at me right now, but I knew he’d get over it. In a lot of ways, he was like a brother to me. All of the kids here close to my age felt like family. Although, Foster, Owen, and Dawson were all older than me. Not that I could tell when it came to Foster.

Cowboy’s son, Jackson, entered the clubhouse, his cowboy boots thudding against the wood floor as he came closer. He put his arms around me and hugged me from behind.

“You smell like horses and dirt.”

“Mom always said it was the best scent in the world.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Yeah, I could see his mother saying that. “Well, it’s better than sweat, I guess. Preparing for your next rodeo?”

“I was planning to head out in the morning, but with everything going on…”

I tipped my head back to look up at him. “You should go. If you put your life on hold every time something bad happens around here, you’ll never get to do the one thing you love most.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Yeah, I know. You’re awfully smart for someone so young.”

“You’re only six years older than me, Jackson. It’s not like you’re ancient.”

“In rodeo years, I’m over a decade older than you.”

I really did laugh that time. “Is that like dog years or something?”

“Close enough. Hand me a beer. I’m going to go with Akira. She’s in the corner with her nose in a book again.”

I reached over for another longneck and passed it to him. He patted my shoulder before wandering off. I watched him, noticing he hadn’t lied. Akira, Wraith’s daughter, really did have a book in front of her face. From the cover, no one would realize she was reading smut. If her parents had any idea of the types of books she bought, they’d both have a fit.

I sipped on my soda and just soaked up the atmosphere. My friends and family were all talking or laughing. Despite everything going on outside the club gates, they seemed at peace in this particular moment. Happy. I hoped things could stay like this. I didn’t want anyone here to suffer the way I had.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Tank said, approaching with a smile on his face. “Ares Black, quiet as a church mouse.”

I smirked, nudging him with my elbow. “Just soaking it all in. Some days, I don’t remember how blessed I am, until we’re all together like this. Family. Friendship. As long as we have those, we can weather any storm.”

“Damn straight.” He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. “We’re always in your corner, Ares.”

“Same here,” I replied. It wasn’t just words -- it was a promise. We were the Dixie Reapers, and we protected our own with the ferocity of a mother bear defending her cubs. I might not be a member of the club itself, but as the President’s daughter, these people were still my family, and I’d die to keep them safe.

I glanced at my watch and stood. Joker wanted Cleo to feel welcome here, and while I wasn’t quite ready to be friends with the woman, I also knew what it was like to be the outsider. I’d promised to head over and play a board game. Instead of driving, I decided to walk. The fresh air would be nice, and it would give me time to get my thoughts in order. It felt like utter chaos inside my head these days.

Ridley and Isabella were already there when I arrived. I fell into step behind them as they entered Joker’s home. Ridley had a few board games tucked under her arm. At least they’d come prepared, because I doubted Joker had any. I’d already given them a few of the ones we had at home that I thought might be fun.

“Hey, Cleo,” I said.

“Good to see you guys.” Her voice sounded hollow, and it looked like she hadn’t been sleeping well.

Isabella walked over to her first, giving her a hug. “How are you holding up?”

“Counting down the minutes,” she said.

Ridley clapped her hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “We’re here to take your mind off things. Right, Ares?”

I nodded. “Yeah, we brought some board games. Thought we could all use a distraction.”

“Thanks,” she murmured.

We settled around her kitchen table. Before we’d even had a chance to set up the game, someone knocked on the door. Joker went to answer. Ridley started to set up one of the games, and Isabella and I helped. I noticed Cleo kept glancing toward the door.

He returned with an envelope and handed it to Cleo. “For you.”

“Who’s it from?” she asked. She ripped open the envelope and as she read the contents of the paper inside, she paled a bit.

“Everything all right?” Isabella asked.

“Fine,” she said. Did anyone else notice the tremor in her voice or the way her hands trembled? “Just a reminder about my appointment.”

“Ah, can’t forget that,” Ridley said.

“Let’s focus on the game,” Cleo suggested.

I rolled the dice and gave a little shout of excitement, hoping to make things seem as normal as possible. “All right!”

Everyone took their turns rolling the dice and moving their tokens. When it went around to Cleo, she stared at the board, almost as if she wasn’t fully present. I glanced at Ridley and Isabella, and realized they’d noticed it too. Cleo must have a lot on her mind between the issues with her family and her heart problem.

“Your move, Cleo,” Ridley prompted.

“Right,” she mumbled.

We played for quite a while, until the sky started to darken. I didn’t know if this had distracted Cleo or not, but it had kept me from focusing on things for a while. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed this until now. I helped clean up the games, then we told Joker and Cleo goodbye.

Ridley offered me a ride, but I waved her off. The walk would do me some good. I paused at the clubhouse and stared at my car. It didn’t make sense to leave it here overnight, but at the same time, I’d prefer to get home on my own two feet than by driving there. I decided to leave it and kept walking.

A sudden chill prickled my skin, a whisper of danger that tightened my muscles. A feeling of unease skittered down my spine, and I wondered if trouble was drawing closer than any of us realized.

When I got home, there was a wrongness I felt all the way to my core. I slowly approached the house, keeping an eye on my surroundings, just the way Dad had taught me. I twisted the knob on the front door and pushed it open.

“Mom? Are you here?” I called out. Nothing. Not so much as a whisper of sound. I eased farther into the house, wondering if I should call Dad. Dessa’s car was outside, which meant she had to be here. She hadn’t ridden with him to the clubhouse earlier, even though she’d been there with the kids.

“Junie, Judd, Marnie!” I shouted.

No one answered, and I couldn’t find anyone at home. I went back outside, wondering if maybe they went to a neighbor’s house. Before I’d made it to the end of the driveway, I felt the cold kiss of metal against my neck.

 



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.

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Crossroads to Collaboration, A Personal Development Journey to Building Successful and Synergistic Relationships


Motivational/Business improvement

Date Published: March 12, 2024

Publisher: Elite Online Publishing



In A Win Won Situation, Reggie Gray embarks on a profound exploration of personal development, interweaving his life experiences with insightful lessons on building successful and synergistic relationships.

WIN WON comes from what Reggie puts into practice in his business and personal relationships.  WHAT I NEED – WHAT OTHERS NEED

Through engaging chapters filled with personal accounts deeply woven with important life lessons, Reggie imparts wisdom gained from his unique blend of experiences. He challenges the reader to rethink conventional notions of success and relationship building, offering a fresh perspective on how to lead a more fulfilling life. This book is not just another motivational read. It is a call to action, inviting readers to scrutinize the motives behind the self-help industry and to seek authenticity in their personal growth journeys.

Perfect for anyone at a crossroads in their personal and professional relationships, A Win Won Situation is a guide for those who seek to live a meaningful last third of their life, leaving behind a legacy of collaboration, success, and genuine connection. 


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When making decisions and considering both sides of a situation, it boils down to the person’s or organization’s viewpoint. 

 How are you looking at the situation or issue? What is its value to you or the other side? What is the background of how you got to this interface? What are the backgrounds of those influencing the outcome. What motivates them? 

 This is a series of questions for you to run through your consideration as you begin the process or at least right before you make a decision impacting the process. 

 Are you the solution to problem(s) or are you the problem? When I hire someone, it is usually because I have a problem that I need solved. Make sure you don’t hire people that just become another problem for you to resolve. 

 Many people also use problems (excuses) not to complete tasks or projects…not enough training, not enough, information, not enough assistance, etc. One can always find excuses and ways to not succeed, but employers and leaders like those that look for ways to overcome the problems. 

 Be tolerant of others’ views. Don’t even say I disagree with them, they are their rights, but they stop when there is any force, verbally or physically, to express or apply yours to others. Your rights have stepped over their boundaries into someone else’s. You have yours, they have theirs. The views of accepting people regardless of religion, sexual preference etc. It’s not my paygrade to judge people.


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As the President of the Intercontinental Chamber of Commerce, Gray has been a pivotal figure in the Houston area, with a strong presence in the community for over 25 years. Gray has served on numerous area boards and received numerous awards from those area organizations for his commitment and service to Houston-area communities. Previous to the Chamber, he was a Vice President of Marketing in the real estate management and development industry and Vice President of Business Development for an international logistics corporation.

His projects and positions have taken him throughout the U.S. and to nearly 60 countries worldwide, where he has collaborated with a variety of industries, corporate executives, international leaders, and royalty. Gray has received awards of designation, appreciation, and partnerships from numerous countries, such as Canada, Mexico, El Salvador, Malta, China, the Philippines, Saudi Arabia, Monaco, and Panama.

Gray spends time and speaks often of his three sons and his focus on them or, as he has repeatedly been quoted, “They are the oxygen in his lungs.”

 

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