Monday, June 30, 2025
The Brothers Brown Teaser #rabtbooktours
Native American Literature, Family Saga Fiction, Western, Biographical Fiction, Western
Date Published: 06-01-2025
You can almost feel the red dust clinging to your skin and catch the
faint scent of jasmine in the air. This is Indian Territory at the edge of
everything—law and lawlessness, hope and heartbreak, where the lines
between right and wrong blur with every sunset.
Told with vivid detail, this is the story of a man caught between loyalty and his past, between a brother’s shadow and the light of his own becoming. A tale of love, betrayal, and the quiet courage it takes to change your fate.
From a stagecoach town in Tennessee to the first railroad towns of the Indian Territory, we delve into the lives of the charismatic and flawed brothers, Matt and Robert. Their sibling dynamic shapes the lives of the entire Brown family, steering them down a road of familial struggles and cultural clashes.
Matt always idolized his oldest brother, Robert – a smooth-talking charmer who taught him at a young age to live hard and win big. Following Robert’s footsteps, Matt is drawn into a life of high-stakes games and deception. Then he meets Milla. Sharp-eyed, brave, and unafraid to speak the truth, Milla is a woman rooted in her Choctaw heritage, carrying both strength and sorrow in equal measure. For the first time, Matt imagines a different future. But the past doesn’t let go easily and buried secrets never stay buried for long, clawing their way back to the surface when you least expect it. Now, Matt must choose between what consumes him and the life he wants to build.
Set against the raw beauty of the Choctaw Nation, this is a powerful story of blood ties and hard choices, of the people we love and the ones we betray. Gritty, tender, and unforgettable—this is where redemption begins.
Excerpt
Albert kicked the door once, twice.
The window lit up with the light of a lamp. Through the window he saw Milla jump out of bed. He kicked the door harder.
Milla wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and stood at the bedroom door. “I told you I don’t want you here anymore,” she yelled. “You can just go...”
“Milla, open the door! It’s Albert!” He kicked again, struggling to hold Matt upright. “Matt’s hurt bad!”
She dashed to the door and let her brother-in-law in.
Albert held Matt tight around the waist and draped Matt’s left arm over his shoulder as the pair stumbled across the threshold. “Help me get him to the bed. I’m going for Doc Poor.”
Milla lifted Matt’s other arm over her shoulder and sat him on the bed, holding him steady. “Hurry,” she gasped.
Albert grabbed the coat hanging by the front door and ran out of the house.
“What have you gotten yourself into, Matt?” Milla pulled his coat off and unbuckled his holster, laying it on the nightstand. The sight of his shirt and pants covered in blood and dried mud sent a chill through her veins. He fell sideways on the bed and then she saw it—the cut on the back of his shirt.
“Owww!” Matt cupped his hand protectively over his wound, but the pain was too intense. He cried out again.
“You hold on, Matt. Albert went to find Doctor Poor. You just hold on now.” It was an order.
Matt gasped for air, then spoke in fits of agony. “They... got... Robert.” He strained to sit up and failed. His body fell limp, then he fell silent.
“Who got him?” Milla tried to roll Matt over, but he wouldn’t budge. Gasping at the sight of the blood on the bed, she backed away, hands trembling.
Is he dead?
Did he die?
Albert bolted straight up in bed and strained to listen. What was that? He thought he heard a horse neigh, but all he heard now was the creaking of the loose shutter and his own breath. But there it was again, the sound of a horse.
He stretched to look out the window. And there it was, the shape of a horse in the front yard.
Throwing off the blanket, Albert fumbled for his pocket watch on the nightstand and held it to the window. In the moon’s light, he saw it was near two in the morning. The horse was neighing again, louder and longer this time.
Albert glanced out the window as he slipped on his pants; it was Matt’s horse, Girl. The moon lit the corner of the yard where she stood, stomping her front right hoof on the frosted ground in distress.
In his bare feet, he flung open the door and rushed to the panicked horse. Matt sat slumped in the saddle, unconscious or dead. He couldn’t tell.
“Matt?” Albert touched Matt’s leg, but he nearly slid from the saddle at Albert’s touch. “Matt?”
The blood on his coat and shirt told Albert all he needed to know. It was bad, and it looked like he’d been bleeding for a while.
Without thinking, Albert mounted the horse, wrapping his arms around Matt to hold him steady, and rode as fast as he could to Matt’s house. Doc Poor lived on the back side of the field behind Matt’s place. He would take Matt home, then go wake the doctor at once.
About the Author
Raised on the beaches of South Texas, R.G. Stanford has always been
drawn to stories that transcend time. That passion was ignited in 1976 with
the discovery of Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, and deepened
with The Feast of All Saints just a few years later. Though historical fiction
wasn’t an immediate calling, a personal journey into genealogy changed
everything.
With no close relatives nearby, R.G. Stanford turned to online resources in search of extended family. That search became a twenty-year journey through genealogy websites, Federal Census records, the National Archives, and old newspapers. Along the way, R.G. Stanford uncovered incredible stories about her family and the people who once lived in the Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory.
Compelled to record the truth of her family in the lore, sprinkled with imagination, R.G. Stanford is a history lover, a research buff, and a passionate genealogy enthusiast. She is also a mother, a grandmother, and a teller of stories, now living near Orlando.
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Grave Wind Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Haunting Dahlia Series, Book One
Horror, Supernatural, Paranormal
Date Published: June 30, 2025
A cursed lighthouse, a malevolent shapeshifter, and a deadly game. One
life-altering decision could seal their fate.
In Solitary Island, Australia. A malevolent shapeshifter haunts a storm-battered lighthouse. When Dahlia confronts an ancient secret, she must make a life-or-death sacrifice to save herself and Paranormal Jack from a terrifying entity trapped between worlds.
Caught in a twisted game, Dahlia is forced to make an impossible choice—one of them must die for the other to survive.
As Paranormal Jack fights to escape the lighthouse's sinister grip, he must explore the human fear of death and what lies beyond to uncover the horrifying truth. Betwixt has been claiming the souls of those who enter the lighthouse for centuries, and its curse runs deep.
As fate hangs in the balance, Dahlia must uncover the dark history of the Island and make a desperate bid before the evil grave wind takes hold.
Grave Wind is the first book in the Haunting Dahlia series. This riveting tale, packed with unforgettable characters, heart-pounding paranormal investigations, and shocking twists, will leave readers spellbound. If you were hooked by the eerie tension of Dean Koontz's Phantoms, this electrifying story is must-read.
About the Author
Janice Tremayne, hailing from Australia, is a celebrated author
specializing in supernatural horror. Her novel "Haunting in Hartley" achieved
finalist status in the Readers' Favorite 2020 International Book Awards in the
category of fiction-supernatural, clinching the prestigious Distinguished
Favorite Prize for paranormal horror at the New York City Big Book Awards.
Janice's literary prowess was further acknowledged with the silver medal at
the IPPY Awards 2021 in the Australia/New Zealand/Pacific Rim – Best
Regional Fiction category, as well as the Bronze Award in Adult Fiction at the
Wishing Shelf Independent Book Awards 2020. In 2023, she secured the Literary
Titan Gold Book Award, a testament to her excellence in writing.
Residing in Melbourne with her family, Janice intricately weaves cultural superstitions into her narratives, drawing from her upbringing where such beliefs were deeply embedded in daily life and customs. Her bestselling series, "Haunting Clarisse," has consistently soared to the top of Amazon Kindle rankings, captivating readers with its blend of occult and supernatural elements, ghosts, haunted houses, and British horror.
Janice's journey as an author began with a simple cup of coffee, sparking the inspiration to translate her fascination with cultural superstitions into gripping tales of horror. Her books are renowned for delivering heart-thumping, bone-chilling, and thought-provoking paranormal experiences, each narrative offering a fresh twist that keeps readers enthralled worldwide.
Stay updated on Janice Tremayne's latest releases by following the author.
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Sunday, June 29, 2025
Ayahuasca Is Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Memoir, Spirituality
Date Published: April 10, 2025
Ayahuasca Is offers a new, Proustian approach to the effects of this
plant medicine on the mind. The text has a confessional, poetic yet
philosophical style, with insights on art, authenticity, Christianity, and
meaning.
"I haven't read anyone that has integrated so much introspection and philosophy into a memoir-type book. The world before the word really shines in that for me. I especially enjoyed her talking about the part when her mother goes swimming in the ocean and she and her brother are sitting on the beach. Also, how she goes on a little later and talks about the relationship between an individual and one's attempts to get to authentic objectivity by shattering our locked sense of subjectivity through ayahuasca. Very cool. I read Being and Time by Martin Heidegger and there are a lot of passages about authenticity and individualistic subjectivity. Her writing reminded me a lot of those passages. Authenticity is a big area of interest to me in the world of existential thought." - Alexandra Furtado
About the Author
Eleonora is originally from Brazil and has lived in the US for thirty
years. She comes from a family of artists and is an artist herself. She has
been to the Amazonian jungle a few times to visit native friends and learn
about their shamanic world. She studied philosophy in Rio de Janeiro (PUC) in
Boston (Boston University) and in England (King's College). She has also
written From Mars to Marceline and Apollo's Lover.
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Saturday, June 28, 2025
Lost Before I Could See Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Navigating My Way Through Mental Illness
Self-Help
Date Published: March 28, 2025
Publisher: MindStir Media
Victoria Molta is a person who has lived with a diagnosed serious mental
illness for over forty years. But more than that, she is a writer who has
chronicled her life journey in her book, "Lost Before I Could See: Navigating
My Way Through Mental Illness." In her book, she has chosen to write about her
adventures and challenges, and though there have been setbacks, losses, and
failures along the way, she never gives up. She continues to grow and learn,
no matter how terrifying it can be to start new episodes of life with very
little knowledge or experience, as well as a disability. She never ceases to
go forward, with strength and courage, and wants the reader to know that
whether living with a disability or not, life is hard. But the main point she
wants to make clear is that she never gives up and never loses hope.
Victoria takes the reader on a kaleidoscopic tour beginning with her childhood in southern California, living in the San Gabriel Valley with her family. She describes her father's mental illness and alcoholism, and how, eventually, she succumbs to mental illness as well, as a young adult. She describes her family as one born of privilege and wealth, though definitely not exempt from tragedy and dysfunction. Through all her breakdowns and setbacks, she continues to rise and find meaning from chaos. From that, she develops empathy for people who have been marginalized by society and finds deep connections. In her 30s, she marries Bill, a man she had met in a halfway house where they both were living during the 1980s. It turns out to be a wonderful life partnership where they support each other in their work experiences as well as find joy in adventurous travel experiences.
Later in life, they buy a house and settle down near the shore of Long Island Sound with their rescue dog, Mandy. They appreciate the simple things in life. Peace that once seemed boring is now so appreciated because drama, which had dominated her life for so many years, no longer matters to her.
About the Author
Victoria Molta is an author, mental health advocate, and television
producer at East Haven Connecticut Public Television. With over four decades
of lived experience with serious mental illness, Victoria brings a deeply
personal and empowering perspective to her work. Her memoir, Lost Before I
Could See: Navigating My Way Through Mental Illness, chronicles a lifetime of
challenges, recovery, and hope.
Victoria holds a Bachelor of Arts in English from the University of Vermont and has written extensively about mental health recovery, housing advocacy, and social inclusion. Her essays have appeared in mental health journals, anthologies, and newspaper editorials across the country.
She was the first person in recovery to be openly hired by the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) in Connecticut, where she coordinated over 130 public presentations in a single year. She later worked as a peer mentor at the Yale Program for Recovery and Community Health and held support roles at mental health clubhouses, warmlines, and public housing sites.
Victoria also created and hosted the award-winning cable show You and Your Mental Wellness, highlighting the voices of Connecticut’s mental health leaders and community members. The show became a valuable resource and was featured on the Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services website.
She lives with her husband of over 30 years and their rescue dog, Mandy, near the tranquil shores of Long Island Sound. Today, she continues to advocate for awareness, dignity, and healing for all those impacted by mental illness.
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Soul Chaser Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Poetry
Release Date: June 23, 2025
Poetry; a unique and beautiful way to express feelings and ideas.
Weaving words into perfect poetic prose, these authors remind you of your
childhood, bring comfort from the hardships of life, fiercely spur emotions,
and tell tales of old. All lovers of poetry will find a favorite here!
Featuring the following authors: Lee Clark Zumpe, Nick Armbrister, Anna Ross, Toastingfork, K.J. Watson, LindaAnn LoSchiavo, David J. Vowell, Roxana Negut, Vanessa Bane, Cassandra Jones, Andrea Tillmanns, Mathew Anderson, Fariel Shafee, Davion Moore, Afshan Q, Korede Badmus, Cara Hartley, Tanya Fillbrook, and J.E. Feldman.
Excerpts
I am not a symphony
My brain is complete cacophony.
Don’t come into my head
If you know what’s good for you.
You’ll wind up both deaf and mad.
I could be a figurine
As long as the figurine you mean
Is the Venus of Willendorf.
She’s only 4.4 inches tall,
But just like Rosie, she’s got it all.
I am not a ballet.
If I even tried to play
At spinning pretty pirouettes
I’d wind up face-down on the floor;
Trust me, you don’t want to see more.
I am not a sonnet
About an Easter bonnet.
I could be a country song
About a love that’s gone all wrong.
That’s what romance has been for me.
I’m not what anyone wants me to be,
But I must accept being just me
Before the sun goes down on my life
And it’s too late for affirmation
Of the fine qualities I possessed.
About the Author
Ornery Owl is a wise old bird who seeks the truth behind the lies. She uses her observations to heal the wounded soul. In essence, she is the spirit of an odd little bird whose wings were clipped at a young age. She is at once a whimsical manifestation of poetic expression and a fierce protector of those targeted for derision by an angry and unsympathetic world. Depending on how you perceive her, she can be either a goddamned delight or your worst nightmare.
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(C. L. Hart is my fantasy, horror, and sweet romance author pen name.)
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Friday, June 27, 2025
Jack and Gil New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Jack & Gil
Author: Emily Carrington
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Angela Knight
Genres: Action Adventure, Box Sets, Dark Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy
Themes: 2nd Chance Romance, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, LGBTQ+ Gay, Multicultural & Interracial, Shapeshifters
Series: Jack & Gil (#4)
Multiverse: SearchLight Academy (#11)
Book Length: Box Set
Page Count: 470
Synopsis
Gilbert Sullivan, crown prince of the basilisks, hates his name, but he fears the rhyme may be prophecy.
Rhyme of Longing (Jack & Gil 1): When Prince Gilbert Sullivan meets Jack Sowerby, the new head of SearchLight, his attraction won’t let him stay away. Jack’s need for Prince Gilbert blossoms and he’s unable to resist -- until he’s forcibly changed into a magical creature. Will their shattered relationship ever be restored?
Rhyme of Longing (Jack & Gil 2)
Jack is falling apart, but no one seems to notice. As Jack withdraws, the tide of war rises. Jack must find a way to regain his strength and determination or SearchLight will fall. And he’s convinced he must do it alone.
Rhyme of Love (Jack & Gil 3)
Gil struggles to hide his loss of status from Jack, but when he finally confesses, Jack blurts out his secret. Jack knows he screwed up. Well, almost. Running the risk of losing Gil, Jack must learn to lie convincingly, or he’ll lose SearchLight, his life, and Gil, as well.
Excerpt
Jack & Gil
Emily Carrington
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2025 Emily Carrington
Excerpt from Rhyme of Longing
Jack wanted so badly to be done with this night that he felt uncomfortable in his skin. That was not the proper way to begin thinking about his sixty-eighth birthday, his five-year anniversary as the head of SearchLight Academy. This was a party for both those things but no one said “no” to Agent Weinberg.
Not necessarily the most powerful magical being in the world, she was still the head of the entire organization. Even though she held the nominal title of “head of Public Relations,” SearchLight’s whole reason for existing was to protect the relationship between magical and nonmagical peoples. Which was, of course, officially, no relationship at all. SearchLight was a secret and must remain so.
The influence she held would make most magical creatures bow in submission. Jack, being merely human, was suitably impressed. And although as yet not cowed, he was too fond of his life to waste it needlessly. Not that Agent Weinberg had killed anyone. Recently.
Jack took a deep breath in through his nose as the limousine pulled up to the curb. He’d been commanded to take this limo and the implicit service of a driver, and although he hadn’t enjoyed it particularly, he was glad that he hadn’t needed to find a place to park in downtown Washington, DC. So, unsure if he was supposed to tip the driver but wanting to show his appreciation, he stepped around to the driver’s side after the car was parked at the curb and offered the person behind the wheel, whom, his telepathic sense, told him wasn’t human, ten dollars.
“Would you be trying to bribe me to take you home, Agent Sowerby?”
Jack saw the humor in the green eyes turned up to his and smiled. “Never in life,” he told the Irish-sounding sprite or Faery or leprechaun. Damn, sometimes he wished for a werewolf’s sense of smell so he’d know the magical creatures around him at once.
“You’re a good man, Agent Sowerby. Don’t let her bully you now.” And with that, he winked and rolled up his window. Jack stepped around the car to the sidewalk and watched the limo drive away.
“Hey there.” The voice was soft, lightly accented, and full of a syrupy, sarcastic undertone that put Jack’s hackles up. He turned more slowly than he could have, wanting to appear older and so less threatening. He gazed at the three people facing him and saw they were all armed.
He was aware of others watching from the doorway of the restaurant but knew they wouldn’t intercede unless it became obvious he couldn’t handle himself. That was one thing about Agent Weinberg he didn’t like much. She believed in the “sink or swim” philosophy.
The woman who’d spoken was smiling in a particularly condescending way. “Got a handout for me?” She twirled the knife in her right hand as she reached out with her left for the ten spot Jack still held.
Jack offered it, keeping a good distance from her, forcing her to step forward to take the bill. He was aware of the other two moving to flank him. He disliked using his telepathic sense against what he considered to be defenseless people, magical or mundane, and yet he wouldn’t risk his own life to preserve theirs. “I suggest you take this and be on your way,” he said softly, putting a slight psychic push into the words. He blanketed the area with his calming presence, lacking the ability to focus on more than two people at once. Both of the men who’d been flanking him stopped. One of them shook his head but the other was definitely under Jack’s control.
“Back off,” Jack said and watched the woman lower her knife a little.
She snatched at the bill and her knife hand flicked upward.
Jack dropped the ten spot and caught her wrist. The knife’s blade skidded across the waterproof material of his trench coat. He forced her to drop the knife as he said, “Go away.”
The man under his control turned and fled. But the other lunged at Jack. Yanking the woman close, Jack used her as a shield. The other man’s blade slid between her ribs. He swore, stumbling back, and lost his grip on his knife. As he turned to flee, Jack lowered the woman to the ground. He shouted, “Someone call nine-one-one.”
Someone joined him out on the sidewalk. It wasn’t Agent Weinberg. It wasn’t a SearchLight agent he knew. There was regal bearing in the other’s posture as he crouched beside Jack. “Let me heal her.”
Jack didn’t protest, although he did skate his telepathic sense outward to determine if this was a magical creature. The fact that he’d said “heal” rather than “help” argued for him not being human. He came into contact with an impenetrable psychic wall and winced as his telepathic sense bounced off. Well, there weren’t all that many humans who could resist even his most casual reach. Ergo, this was a magical creature.
Jack nodded and said, “Go ahead.” He retreated inside his own head and as he pulled out his cell phone, unwilling to trust to others to call for help, he watched the broad-shouldered male beside him spit into his hand and press the palm against the wound even as he pulled the knife free.
Dragon, Jack thought. Dragons could heal with their saliva or a blood exchange. But this wasn’t a dragon Jack knew.
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Meet the Author
Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her website.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Shapeshifter Central
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