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The Keeper of the Book by Ryland Harris #blogtour #action #adventure #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

Action Adventure

Date Published: November 13, 2023

  

In the year 2043, World Council Edict 1735B proclaimed that all of the world religions were to be outlawed in the interest of public safety. Houses
of Worship were labeled centers of dissension and attending any underground religious service was punishable by imprisonment and relocation. To possess any religious artifact or Holy Book was a mandatory death sentence. Jenny Keane is a Believer, a Christian and the proud owner of a Holy Bible given
to her by her Grandmother. Michael Keane, her husband, is a former Special Forces Operative. He is not a believer in the holy teachings of any religion. Michael gave up the warrior path to live a cherished, peaceful life with his family. Jenny and the children, while attending an illegal
religious service are captured by sadistic One World troops and taken to a reeducation camp. This sets Michael out on a one man rescue mission to bring his family home and nothing short of death will stop him. Against impossible odds he walks a path of revenge and destruction with no negotiation, no rules of engagement and no mercy for his enemies. He is aided by the unseen
prayers of the faithful and years of experience in killing his foes.

 

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Michael Keane dreams of his dead mother. She is making breakfast. Her slight frame is backlit by a buttery morning sun shining through the kitchen window. It makes her glow, other worldly. Like an angel.

The rich scent of bacon frying wakes Michael. Then tittering peals of laughter from his three children and the lilting, sweet voice of his wife, Jenny. Jenny is singing an old church hymn. Wonderful Grace of Jesus. Mama loved that song. Jenny sang it at her funeral ten years ago in 2031. Ten years. Time is flying by. Michael rolls over and out of bed. He is happy. Happier than he’s been in all his 42 years. He stretches right, then left. Ohhhh man, I just ache. He grunts and groans a little bit, then shakes it off. They’re just little aches and pains that come every day. Every ache and pain is a little reminder of his ten years in the highly elite Homeland Security Department Special Forces Units. Those ten years got him a tiny pension, a chest full of medals and a body full of scars. He steps in front of the mirror and stares at his reflection for a moment. His pale green eyes hold the stare with himself as he scrutinizes the scars on his body. I’m fine with it. At least I still have most of my hair. He runs his fingers through his full head of light brownish, blondish hair. I chose it. Nobody made me do it. My reflection proves I am still here. Still alive.

Michael had been wounded five times over those ten years with HSD. The worst of it came in the African Campaigns when the whole world went to war over a rare earth metal mine in Uganda. There was no FBI or CIA or State Department anymore and no separate branches of the military. They had all been rendered impotent by the World Council Edicts. By 2033, they had all been absorbed under each nation’s umbrella version of the Homeland Security Department.

The rich smell of bacon frying makes Michael’s mouth water. As he reaches for the glass of water on his nightstand, Gypsy, his brindle mountain cur dog, bounds into the bedroom and launches onto his bed. He leans down to let her give him a few overly enthusiastic, sloppy kisses.

“Good morning, Gypsy.” Michael winces and turns his face to the side. “Gypsy, your breath stinks. I mean, really stinks.” She tries to lick his face again.

“You stink. You been eating deer guts and you’re dirty. Get off of the bed.” Michael shoos her away, then makes the bed. He smooths the bed covers and tucks the corners tightly. A legacy of time spent in the military. Satisfied with the crispness of the bed cover tucks, he pulls on his jeans and boots. On his way out of the room, he stops at the dresser and takes a tee shirt out of the top drawer. He pulls it over his head as he makes his way to the kitchen. The children abandon their card game of Go Fish when they see Michael. They rush up to surround him. Michael picks the youngest one, four-year-old Gabriel, up in his arms.

He kisses him on the forehead, “How’s my boy doing today?” The girls, 11-year-old Bridget and 6-year-old Amber, pull on Michael’s legs.

“Pick us up too!” Amber commands her dad. Michael obeys.

He scoops the girls up and holds all three children in his arms. They hug him and laugh. Jenny turns from the counter then places a platter stacked high with blueberry pancakes next to a plate of crisp bacon on the kitchen table. Jenny is lovely, radiant. Her dark black hair is just beginning to show the first strands of gray. She hates it. Her mischievous, sparkling dark green eyes entranced Michael from the first moment he laid eyes on her fourteen years ago. The ancient Irish, Druidic blood flowing in Jenny’s veins fuels her passion for life, for family, for love. Michael finds her eternally enchanting.

About the Author

Ryland Harris is a father, a builder and a combat decorated Marine. He resides in the Appalachian mountains of southwestern Virginia. He enjoys long hikes in the mountains, designing and building houses and spending time
with his children. He shares his life with nine chickens, three goats and a black mouth cur dog.

 

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Sub Tales 4 by Charles Hood & Frank Hood #blogtour #history #nonfiction #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

Poopie Suits Series, Book 4

 

History – US submarine Force

Date Published: 09-08-2023

 

 

Sub Tales 4 is the latest offering by brothers Charles and Frank Hood in their prolific output of nonfiction books about the US Submarine Force. Like
the three volumes preceding it in the series, Sub Tales 4 offers a detailed recounting of some of the most pivotal and poignant moments in the rich history of the Silent Service. Arranged as an anthology of individual short stories, the book covers many subjects with prose, photographs, maps, schematics, and other illustrations to complement the narrative.

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Introduction When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren’t told or books weren’t written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day. The whole world, all human life, is one long story.” —Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse,

F or this, our eighth book covering the many facets of US submarine history, we chose from dozens of suggested snippets and leads to produce the volume you now hold. The beauty of this particular subject lies in the sheer abundance of worthy stories that may be drawn from the legacy of the US Submarine Force. Although some of the tales are well-traveled and familiar, many more reside in obscurity, just waiting to be discovered and told. We chose stories that allowed us to weave engaging narratives while informing, inspiring, and (in some cases) amusing the reader. Like the three Sub Tales volumes preceding this, the format of Sub Tales 4 is suited for abbreviated bursts of reading. The book may be opened to any chapter and read in any order. Some chapters are short while other lengthier offerings allow one to pick and choose a topic based on the time available. This short-story anthology approach seems to resonate with many readers who find that life’s other demands permit only a few minutes of reading absorption during any one session. Unless specified otherwise at the start of the chapter, all writing is original and composed by the authors. The process may be aptly described as a wiki effort enlisting the minds and memories of many of the 8,000 followers of our Facebook page, “Poopie Suits & Cowboy Boots.” Story ideas for the book—many submitted by the group—and early chapter drafts were routinely shared on the page to solicit valuable input about descriptive accuracy, the proper use of terminology, and any relevant historical context. The ability to tap into this virtual human xi SUB TALES 4 library gave us an extraordinary advantage; questions we posed on the page were reliably answered within minutes by members of a worldwide online audience comprising thousands of retired submariners. By this thoroughly modern approach, we are privileged to serve more as both muses and storytellers. The Silent Service is unflinchingly tightlipped about its rich history. This mindset protects legitimate security interests, but the extraordinary emphasis placed upon secrecy comes at the cost of allowing ordinary Americans and others to glimpse the inner workings of a proud fighting force. To remedy this disconnect, we have sought to explore that trove of information within the scope of what may be safely revealed; we have always distanced ourselves from any stories best kept confidential. In shining a light on the men (and now women) of the Submarine Force, we hope to provide the children and grandchildren of submariners, and the general public, some idea of the sacrifices involved, the risks taken, and the honors earned through such noble service.

About the Author

Charles Hood is a Physician in South Carolina. He is the principal author of 7 of the 8 books in the Poopie Suits Series of True Stories, not fiction, from the US Submarine Force. Covering decades and wars and the Cold War, these stories offer insight into the severe world of the men (and now women) living inside a steel tube designed to sink.  What were the pressures they faced, the close calls, the unique encounters in ports, how did their families cope?  These subjects, and a whole lot more are covered in the Poopie Suits Series.

Frank Hood served on a nuclear submarine from 1968-1972 and his story “Poopie Suits & Cowboy Boots – Tales from a Submarine Officer During the Height of the Cold War”  was his story.  Surviving an odd interview with VADM Hyman G. Rickover was the first test.  His
story interweaves with the culture of the time, the Vietnam War, campus protests, the race with the Soviets to build deeper diving, quiter submarines, and a lot more.

 

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Journey to Bethlehem by Joseph Guy #blogtour #nonfiction #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

Religion & Spirituality

Date Published: 11-25-2022

Publisher: OACC Media

 

 

Come with me to Bethlehem. A sleepy hamlet in the mountains of Southern
Israel. Here we will find a newborn baby lying in a manger surrounded by his
parents and barn animals.

It doesn’t seem like the most idyllic Christmas. There is no tree, no
presents, and no stockings hung by the fireplace. Everything is ordinary.
Jesus lying in a mound of hay is the furthest thing from extraordinary. Yet,
the Savior of the world begins his first moments here in this barn, in this
village.

During this journey, you will discover the true meaning of the season.
It’s not the glow of lights or the smell of pine needles. We celebrate
Christmas because of Jesus Christ, God’s gift to us.

 

 

About the Author

Joseph Guy serves as the President of Joseph Guy International Ministries,
an organization dedicated to reaching people around the world through
digital ministry. He is the host of the podcast Biblical Insight With Pastor
Joseph, and winner of the 2022 Readers’ Favorite 5-Star Review Award.
It is his goal to change the world one life at a time through the timeless
message of the Gospel. The great outdoors is where you can find him when
he’s not building God’s kingdom.

 

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Surviving Hospice by Maryclaire Torinus #blogtour #nonfiction #medical #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

A Chaplain’s Journey Into the Business of Dying How to Find a Trustworthy
Provider

 

Nonfiction / Medical

Date Published: October 9, 2023

Publisher: MindStir Media

 

 

Maryclaire Torinus invites you to join her at the bedsides of dying
patients. Her enlightenment becomes your learning as each chapter unfolds.
Her admiration for hospice helps her see its darker side. Her list of
interview questions for those seeking good, community-oriented hospice is a
valuable tool.

Larry Patten, Retired United Methodist Minister, Hospice Chaplain, author
of “A Companion for the Hospice Journey.

Maryclaire Torinus received certification in Clinical Pastoral Education
for Chaplaincy at St. Camillus Senior Living Residence. She worked as a
hospice chaplain and as a hospice consumer advocate for eight years. She
also worked for two years as a pastoral counselor in an acute-care wing of
the Milwaukee County Behavioral Health Complex. Maryclaire is a Wisconsin
native and met her husband, Mark, in the fifth grade. She and Mark were
married for 37 years until he died in 2013. They have three children and
three grandchildren.

 

Praise for Surviving Hospice

Powerful, beautifully written, and eye-opening, this book spotlights the
inner workings of a multi-billion-dollar industry and the effect on
patients, families, and hospice staff. The author shares poignant accounts
of hospice at its best and worst and the hard-hitting truths she learned on
her journey. A must-read for family members exploring hospice care.

Stacy Juba, author, editor, and award-winning health journalist

 

Maryclaire Torinus speaks with authority, providing this essential handbook
for choosing a hospice care team and why that selection really
matters.

Laura Kukowski, CEO

For-Profit Badger Hospice, LLC

 

 

About the Author

I am intellectual, contemplative, and intuitive. I resonate deeply with the
writing and theological teachings of Franciscan Friar Richard Rohr and am a
One on the Enneagram Spiritual Inventory. I recently converted from Roman
Catholicism to Episcopalian and I am an active member of St. Mark’s
Church in Milwaukee. My colleagues have told me that I am a bridge-maker and
an agent for change and spiritual growth. I am a lover of water with a
passion for kayaking.

I think it’s important to take healthy (informed) risks in life,
which is why I am writing this book. During my years of study in the field
of music, I’ve grown to love the vocal polyphony of the Renaissance
period, Broadway musicals, and the film scores composed by John Williams
(Schindler’s List and E.T.) My favorite performing experiences have
been in Europe, Carnegie Hall, semi-professional theater roles, and touring
with my college vocal jazz ensemble.

After more than 35 years of marriage I lost my husband and best friend to
heart failure. I am a mom to three millennials and am a nana to three
grandchildren and three cats.

My love of travel began when I studied abroad for a year in W. Berlin,
Germany during the height of the Cold War; where I was profoundly affected
by the history, culture, post-war politics, and ghastly Soviet-built wall.
It was my first experience living amidst suffering.

Favorite memories over the years include riding a sweaty, stumbling horse
for 6 hours into the Bob Marshall Wilderness to fly-fish, camp, and raft;
hoofing up “The Great Wall” of China for three hours in a
torrent of rain and wind; and cross-country skiing with my husband into a
Colorado valley; lit only by the moon and our head lamps.

My Bachelor Degree is in Vocal Music Education from St. Norbert College. My
Master’s degree is in Religious Studies from Cardinal Stritch
University. I trained in Clinical Pastoral Education for Chaplaincy at St.
Camillus Skilled Nursing Facility in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I was humbled to
receive the Heart of Compassion Award in 2012, as one of the top chaplains
in the nation for my company. I studied at the Writers Institute at UW
Madison, The Clearing Folk School in Door County, and Red Oak Writing
Studio.

My career in pastoral ministry culminated in my position as a full-time
Hospice Chaplain at the same time that my husband was dying. Having also
endured a serious clinical depression in my early fifties, my combined
personal and professional experiences offered a peculiar benefit for my work
in Hospice – where holding a certain comfort level with suffering and
loss was imperative.

I have worked in the fields of education, hospice chaplaincy, and eldercare
for almost 30 years. My chaplain ministry has afforded many opportunities to
speak at funerals, conduct workshops on the industry of hospice, and teach
on the Spirituality of Aging.

From this experience, I am offering my knowledge with the mission of
helping consumers navigate hospice services.

 

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Love Songs of the Zombie by Ronald Stephens #promo #nonfiction #rabtbooktours @SongsOfZombie @RABTBookTours

Nonfiction

 

Is there a God? Can religion be compatible with science? Do miracles happen? Why do bad terrible things happen to good people? You are on a
lifetime journey seeking answers to these questions.

You want to base your beliefs on science, reason, and logic, while still affirming purpose and meaning for human existence. You seek to value religious traditions and scriptures but want to avoid accepting obsolete
dogmas and superstitions.

The author, a scientist and business leader, shares insights carefully collected and collated during his 70-year quest, and provides surprising, illuminating, and stimulating ideas to help point you in the right direction.

Is it still possible to experience and participate in spirituality like the ancients did? Yes, and it can be done with poetic flair and joy.

 

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Blades (Devil’s Fury MC, Book 14) by Harley Wylde #promo #comingsoon #teasertuesday #excerpt #motorcycleromance #agegap #rabtbooktours @changelingpress @RABTBookTours

(Devil’s Fury MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: Dec 29 2023

 

 

China — I came to the US to further my education. I never counted on falling for a gruff biker who was so much older than me. But Blades never hesitated when I told him I was pregnant. He was the best man I’d ever met… until he went to prison. All our lives unraveled after that. My daughter was taken from me, and I was sold. I thought I’d never escape the hell of being exploited and abused, until he walked through the doors
again, looking like a wrathful angel. He may have saved me, but do I really deserve his love?

Blades — Being falsely accused of murder was bad enough. Finding out someone stole my woman and daughter was another. Our precious little Meiling found herself a good man, and she’s safe. Now I need to save her mother. My China. I’m going to gut everyone who dared to touch her and send them all straight to hell… then I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her she’s safe with me, and that I’ve never stopped loving her. China and Meiling are my entire world, and I’m going to protect them — this time.

 

WARNING: Guaranteed happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating. Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult situations, language, and violence.

 

 

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Copyright ©2023 Harley Wylde

 

I eyed the man in front of me. It had been a long ass time since I’d
seen the Devil’s Fury cut. “So, one of you finally came to see
me. No one’s ever brought a pretty woman with them,
though.”

The name Dingo wasn’t one I was familiar with. Then again, he looked
young. Probably started prospecting after I’d been locked up. He put
his hand on the woman’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“You’re Robert Young?” she asked.

“Don’t go by that name anymore. I’m Blades. Who’s
looking for Young?”

She took a breath and seemed to be steeling herself. I should have been the
one preparing. Her next words would have knocked me on my ass if I’d
been standing.

“I’m Meiling Shan Young. Your daughter, if my birth certificate
is correct.”

I fell back against the metal chair. My daughter? “Fucking
hell.”

“So you do know who I am?” she asked.

“Yeah. Told your mother not to bring you here. Why did she let you
come now?” In all this time, China had stayed away just as I’d
demanded. Had something happened to bring my daughter here after all these
years?

“She didn’t. I don’t even remember her,” Meiling
said.

My gaze shot to Dingo. Who the hell was he? Why had he brought her here?
“Are you responsible for her being here? How she’d get mixed up
with the club? I told Xi-wang to keep away from the Devil’s
Fury.”

“We don’t know yet what happened to Xi-wang. Shortly after you
were locked up, your daughter went into foster care and her mother vanished
without a trace,” Dingo said. “As to why she’s with
me… she’s my wife.”

I shot to my feet. “Like fuck she is!”

After everything I’d been through to keep them safe, this had to
happen? I didn’t know how she’d met this bastard, but I’d
see to it he was buried six feet under. How dare he touch my precious
child?

“Sit down, old man,” Dingo said. “She’s been
accepted by the club as my ol’ lady, and we’re legally married.
Besides, she could be carrying your grandchild.”

I felt my blood pressure rising and wanted nothing more than to wring his
neck. Slowly, I took my seat. Going after him right now wouldn’t do me
any good. If my daughter liked him, then it would only hurt my relationship
with her — assuming I ever had the chance to have one.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I asked, focusing on Dingo.

“We need some answers. Mei doesn’t remember her mother, and
never knew about you. In fact, her birth certificate was buried and a false
one put in its place. You tried to keep her a secret, but it’s time to
talk.”

I didn’t like it, but they weren’t the only ones who needed
answers. They said my daughter couldn’t remember her mother. Where the
hell was China? If I found out someone had hurt her, I was going to
slaughter everyone responsible. “Fine. I’ll tell you what I
know, then you explain what’s really going on.”

I told them how I met Meiling’s mother, about us falling in love, and
me keeping the two of them a secret from the club. Everything up until I
went to prison. After that, I lost track of China. I’d thought she was
only listening to me and keeping away as I’d told her to do. I should
have found a way to check up on her.

Meiling slumped in her seat. “So you don’t know what happened
to her, or how I ended up in foster care?”

“Nope. I never even heard she was missing. No one ever came to ask me
about you, but you were mine legally. If someone finds out what happened, I
sure the fuck want to know,” I said.

“Outlaw is working on it,” Dingo said. “He’s a
hacker for the club. Only thing we know for sure is the foster family who
had Meiling…” Dingo stopped mid-sentence.

I wanted to ask what the hell a hacker was, but more importantly, what was
it he didn’t want to tell me? If it had to do with my daughter, then I
deserved to know. He might be married to her, but she was my baby first and
foremost.

Meiling met my gaze. I knew whatever they were hiding would gut me.
“He doesn’t want to tell you.”

“Did they hurt you?” I asked.

“They made her into a whore by the age of fourteen,” Dingo
said. Even I could hear the pain in his voice.

I slammed my fists into the table, and everything went red. I roared out my
rage, standing so fast the chair fell over. I ripped the chain free of the
table and continued to pound the metal surface, denting it. Guards rushed
in, and I knew they were going to put me in solitary if I didn’t calm
down, but I couldn’t. I wanted to make them all suffer. Every last
person who’d harmed my baby needed to die, and I wanted to be the one
to do it.

Dingo held up a hand, cautioning them to stay back. “Give him a
minute. We gave him bad news.”

Bad news? I nearly laughed. That was putting it mildly. Finding out my
favorite motorcycle had turned to rust would be bad news. Discovering my
China had moved on and found someone else would be bad news. Hearing someone
turned my daughter into a prostitute while she was still a kid made me want
to set the entire world ablaze.

“No. Fuck that shit.” I looked from my daughter to Dingo.
“I didn’t fucking kill those people. You find out who did, get
me out of here, and I’ll handle the men who hurt my
daughter.”

“I didn’t hear that,” one of the guards muttered.
“Did. Not. Fucking. Hear. It.” He walked out, dragging the other
one with him. At least they had some sense.

“Are you trying to say you’re innocent?” Meiling
asked.

I gave a bark of laughter. Innocent? Me? Not hardly. “No, daughter.
I’m far from innocent, but I didn’t commit the murders I was
accused of. If Outlaw can find out what happened with your situation, then
maybe he can help with mine. When I got locked up, there wasn’t anyone
capable of digging up that kind of dirt, not within the club, and certainly
no one who gave a shit about me. You get me out of here, and I’ll make
sure they all fucking pay.”

“On one condition,” Dingo said.

He had some nerve adding a stipulation. Was he trying to keep me away from
my daughter?

“What’s that, boy?” I asked.

“You give your blessing for me and Mei to be together.” He
cleared his throat. “I love her, and I will love and protect any
children we have together. If we’re ever blessed with
any.”

“You’re an idiot,” Mei told him, but I saw the affection
in her gaze. “But I love you too.”

The way he smiled at the words told me enough. The bastard was head over
heels for my little girl, and since they were already married, I might as
well learn to live with it.

“Fine. You have my blessing, as long as you make her happy. Fuck up,
and I’ll Goddamn bury you where they’ll never find your
body,” I said.

The look he gave me assured me we were on the same page. I hoped like fuck
the club was a better place than it had been when I got locked up. If it
wasn’t, I’d need to find a way to get Meiling away from there.
It didn’t matter if she was married to this little shit or not.
I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe. I’d failed her until
now. Never again.

“I know I’m a stranger to you, girl, but I’m your dad. I
get out of here, and I’ll make things right for you. I don’t
expect you to call me anything other than Blades, until I’ve earned
the right to be called anything else.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” Meiling said.
“Daddy.”

I felt my throat grow tight and my eyes stung. I flashed her a smile,
hoping she knew how much it meant for me to hear her call me Daddy.
I’d missed out on everything. Her first steps. First words. And
because I hadn’t been there to keep them safe, someone had tried to
destroy my family. Once I was free of this place, I’d seek
retribution. I only hoped it didn’t take them too long.

My daughter came closer and put her arms around me. I knew we weren’t
supposed to touch but fuck all of them. I hugged her tight, wanting to
remember this moment forever.

“Love you, Meiling. Always have,” I said, my voice a littler
gruffer than usual. “Even if I can’t get out of here, remember
that. You were wanted, and you were loved. Never doubt it for a
moment.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

* * *

I hadn’t realized they would have me freed within twenty-four hours.
I’d spent eighteen years in prison for something I didn’t do.
All this time, I’d thought my woman was safe. Off living her life,
providing for our child. How could I have been so wrong? I knew about the
evil in the world. Faced it every fucking day, even before I’d gotten
locked up. It never once crossed my mind that darkness would touch my two
girls, especially since I’d made sure to keep them away from the
club.

It had taken a month to handle all the people who’d hurt my daughter
and to find my precious China. She’d been dumped in a brothel not too
far over the state line. From what the hackers had found, it looked like she
was still there. If she wasn’t, I’d beat the hell out of
everyone until I got some answers. One way or another, I was bringing her
home.

Pulling into the parking lot of the Silk Purse, my heart hammered in my
chest. It would be my first time seeing her in so damn long. Did she even
remember me? Had they completely broken her?

I got off the bike and headed inside. The moment I saw her my fucking heart
broke. My beautiful girl was just as stunning now as she’d been
before, even with the scars clearly visible on her face and arms, and a few
silver threads in her hair. She gave me a slight bow as I drew closer, but
her eyes never met mine.

“Welcome to the Silk Purse. What will be your pleasure
tonight?” she asked, her voice still holding the accent I’d so
loved all those years ago.

“My pleasure?” I asked. She still didn’t look up.
“I came to take my woman home. Our daughter needs her.”

She went still, completely frozen. Slowly, she lifted her head and her gaze
locked with mine. The Xi-wang I’d known was there, but just barely. I
could see her, but I could also see the road of pain she’d traveled
while we’d been apart.

“Xi-wang.”

“Robert?” she asked softly. “You went to prison for
murder.”

“Didn’t do it.” I reached for her, tugging her against
me. “But I did kill a few people since then. They all deserved
it.”

I stroked her cheek and wished I could turn back the clock. She’d had
my heart the moment we locked eyes that first time.

 

 

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.
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The Shape of Heat 2: Nice and Naughty by Lil DeVille #promo #teasertuesday #excerpt #comingsoon #mmromance #gayromance #rabtbooktours @ReadersRoost @RABTBookTours

Gay Romance / M/M Romance / Romantic Comedy

Date to be Published: December 23, 2024

Publisher:
Naughty Netherworld Press

 

 

Parsifal returns home to spend the Christmas holidays with his family. As he arrives at the airport, he is greeted by his brother Hart and his ex-boyfriend Bobby. Bobby is accompanied by his new boyfriend Seth. As they spend the day together, Parsifal notices something peculiar. Bobby seeks comfort from Hart rather than Seth after a minor accident at the park.

Meanwhile, Parsifal finds himself drawn to hot nerd Seth. The more time they spend together, the more Parsifal believes the feeling is mutual.

However, Parsifal’s Christmas holiday is about to get even crazier. His redneck relatives are coming over for Christmas Eve dinner, and Parsifal is dreading the chaos that is sure to ensue. Between his family’s quirky behavior and Seth’s enticing presence, Parsifal’s vacation is shaping
up to be anything but relaxing.

This is the second book in The Shape Of Heat series. It can be read as a standalone, but the first book, Awakening, should be read first if you wish to know more about the background of Parsifal and his girlfriends Candi and Luisa.

 

 

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Over the summer, things heated beyond the boiling point between me and my
longtime friends Candi and Luisa. We grew even closer as the fall that never
looks like fall rolled into the Caribbean island where we work and play. Our
boss had nothing but praise for us as resort workers, and we were popular
writers at Climax Productions. Everyone needs to rest sometime, though, so I
was glad to be heading home to Tennessee to reconnect with family and
friends over the winter holidays.

I was especially looking forward to seeing my big brother Hart and my
ex-boyfriend Bobby. Although Bobby and I broke up after I cheated on him, we
remained close friends. Plus, I was looking forward to meeting Bobby’s new
guy Seth.

Hart was waiting in the pickup zone in his beloved 1965 burgundy Mustang.
He was a dark-haired, lanky drink of water who resembled the late, great
Hank Williams. I’m a skinny beach bum with wavy, strawberry-blond
hair. I think I look like a young Dennis Wilson. My girl Candi says I look
like an elf. My little brothers say that Hart and I look like Beavis and
Butthead. Well, what can you expect from little brothers? At least they have
great taste in cartoons.

Hart gave me a great big bear hug and put my bags in the trunk. I settled
in the passenger seat. Bobby and Seth, who had flown into Nashville from Los
Angeles, were riding in the back.

Bobby reached around the seat to hug me. He was still the same
golden-haired, freckle-faced ray of California sunshine that I remembered.
Seth was quiet and had a brooding artist vibe about him. He had shaggy
coffee-brown hair with long wedge bangs and a pale complexion. He smiled
shyly when he shook my hand.

“Seth Dinapoli,” he said, his voice cool and whispery like the
winds outside a haunted castle.

“Parsifal Matveev. Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Seth said, unaware of how he was
killing me with his seductive gray eyes peeking from behind his dark curtain
of hair.

“Don’t even think about it, Parsley,” I admonished myself
as I felt a stirring in my loins when I gripped Seth’s pale, slender
hand. “We’ll draft a nice Gothic story about a smolderingly
seductive vampire who has his way with the innocent young prodigal son who
just returned home to Ye Olde Manor after a year away. We will have naughty
video chats with our sexy girlfriends. We will not, and I repeat, will not
seduce our ex-boyfriend’s new man.”

 

About the Author

Lil DeVille is a former nurse who started writing erotica after becoming disabled in 2019. She enjoys imagining quirky characters involved in lusty encounters anywhere from a tropical paradise or a rustic mountain village in the present day to an all-male mining colony on an asteroid in the distant future.

Lil likes to end her stories on a Happy for Now note with a promise of more good things to come. Although her writing sometimes addresses difficult
subjects such as alcoholism or past abuse, she brings a note of love and support to scenes involving these issues.

Lil lives in a remote prairie town in Northeastern Colorado with her adult son and three cats. When she isn’t cooking up spicy stories, she enjoys baking and crafts.

 

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Amansun: The Dragon Prince, Book 1, The Beginning by Vincent Robinson #blogtour #bookreview #youngadult #yafantasy #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

Amansun the Dragon Prince – Vol. 1

 

Young Adult Fantasy / Mythical

Date Published: February 17, 2023

Publisher: Gatekeeper Press

High up in the Smoky Black Mountains, Amansun and his family live among the great colony of dragons who call the steep and jagged mountain range home. Though Amansun is the eldest of his dragon clutch, he often feels like an outcast, and he spends most of his time venturing to the Great Forest up North, where he finds peace and solitude. His life is one dreary day after another—until one day when he sets into motion something that impacts the entire colony, putting him and his family at odds with the rest of the
dragons.

The elders of the colony decide to send Amansun on a perilous quest to remedy his mistake, but there is little hope he will succeed. Along the way, he encounters elves, dwarves, stone trolls, and centaurs, all of whom choose to either help or hinder in his quest; he travels farther than he thought possible, across the Barren Plains, past the Old Great Forest, and to a mysterious and dark final destination; and he faces questions about his morals and his place in the world.

All mysteries will be answered along the way, and a prophecy of old may even prove to be true. Only time will tell.

Review

I loved the great storyline and the depth at which it brings the aspect of realism to the reader.
Interesting character development showing revealed aspects and keeping the reader interested in deeper aspects not easily seen.
Very clever use of imagery throughout and all of it topped off with a very satisfactory ending.
Great read!

About the Author

Vince Robinson grew up in a small sugar cane plantation village called Makaweli (Pakala to the locals) on the island of Kauai. When he wasn’t surfing or hiking in the great outdoors, he spent his time reading and re-reading The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and other fantasy classics. This love of fantasy stayed with him as he grew up, and it is what inspired him to write high fantasy novels like Amansun the Dragon Prince today. Vince has since moved to Arizona with his wife, Ji, and small dog, Tipsy, where they can be closer to all their children and grandchildren. He receives inspiration for his stories from going outdoors, traveling, and spending time with family and friends. –This text refers to
the hardcover edition.

 

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A Pug’s Tale: The Pawfect Match by Adam Palladino, EdD #promo #childrensbook #rabtbooktours @DrP775883386312 @RABTBookTours

Children’s Book

Date Published: December 2023

 

In the heartwarming tale, “A Pug’s Tale: The Pawfect Match,” meet Roy, an 8-year-old boy with a fervent desire for a loyal companion. His dream of having a pug named Chug becomes an enduring journey filled with
anticipation. Through the moments of hopeful waiting and the ticking of time, Roy’s wish is granted, and the enchanting story unfolds as he discovers the joy of finally having his pawfect match, a furry friend who becomes his inseparable companion and confidant. Join Roy on this touching
adventure that celebrates the magic of friendship and the fulfillment of dreams.

 

About the Author

Dr. Adam Palladino is a second-time author who wanted to publish a book that would bring humor to his students. As a K-12 educator and administrator, he showed his passion for learning and laughing by creating a pun-filled book. He currently resides in New York with his wife, LisaMarie. When he is not writing, you can find him studying Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, watching movies, walking around Barnes and Noble or being adventurous with his wife.

Dr. Palladino’s first book, Terror in GuacamoleVille was a huge success, and the popularity of it continues to grow. If you have not received your copy yet, please pick yours up now!

Dr. Palladino’s second book, A Pug’s Tale: The Pawfect Match is a wonderfully adorable book for children from infancy to 8 years old. It has not yet been released, but when it does, please get your copy soon! Dr. Palladino will be traveling around the nation to promote both books, conduct read aloud, meet fans, and sign copies of his books. Please do not hesitate, get your copies today!

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Confessions of a Third-Rate Goddess by Kathy Biehl #promo #memoir #humor #rabtbooktours @kathybiehl @RABTBookTours

Memoir / Humor

Date Published: 11-28-2023

Publisher: 9th House

 

 

At the end of the 20th century, while mainstream media popularized an
expensively dressed version of modern adult life, a rawer, and definitely weirder, reality was playing out off-screen.
Columnist and zinester Kathy Biehl chronicled that from a singular and heavily trafficked intersection – collision point, some might say – of young professionals, performing and outsider artists, Unitarians, gays and lesbians, metaphysicians, traveling statues, and people who defied categorizing, many of whom wanted to sleep together, and some of whom actually did.

This essay collection, a follow up to Eat, Drink & Be Wary: Cautionary Tales, romps through antics, sagas, and questionable behavior that Biehl witnessed, experienced and, at times, instigated. With eyebrow firmly arched, she snapshots sexual tension, ambivalence, and confusion; perils of fan mail and professional caroling; Groucho impersonators, snooping
repairmen, and divine manifestations; ludicrous journeys, backstage dramas, and driveway parties; close-ups with a strange, frightening disease; her own, accidental attainment of goddesshood; and other mystery-marvels of life on the bridge to the millennium. All of it really happened. Nobody could make this stuff up.

Excerpt

 

Burning Desire

 

This is not a longstanding, conscious goal. I had to see a couple actually
doing it before I formulated this desire. I was sitting at a booth in a
ridiculously goofy Hawaiian restaurant, a worthy successor to the tradition
of the long-departed Trader Vic’s. (That place had a cachet so
powerful that a group of Irish musicians kept a flower-shirted vigil there
every night of its last week in business, as if to store up mock Polynesian
ambiance against a dreary future of non-accessorized drinking.)

The Hawaiian newcomer offered an ideal setting for lounging about on the
receiving end of a garish exotic drink with an equally garish paper parasol.
The bar was an island adrift in a mural of sea gulls, clouds, and foamy
tide, against which Don Ho sang away with a happy children’s chorus.
Beneath its stockpile of Mylar-tipped swizzle sticks and totem-faced ceramic
mugs sat a couple who’d opted for the most adventuresome entry on the
specialty drink menu. Their straws connected them to a wide-rimmed bowl, big
enough to require two hands for carrying, that contained the alcoholic
equivalent of the kitchen sink. At the center lept flames.

“I want a man who’ll drink fire with me,” I said to my
companion, who is used to such out-of-the-blue revelations. The thought
didn’t surprise him; he’s heard something about wanting to shoot
fire off my fingertips. He responded enthusiastically, and not out of
reciprocal interest or even friendly solidarity. He wouldn’t mind a
man who would drink fire with him, either.

The line keeps returning. Days later I think, “I want a man
who’ll drink fire with me.” I suspect the thought may contain
deep meaning. A Theory immediately begins taking shape.

It resurfaces during a phone conversation with my accountant. I mention the
Hawaiian bar excursion. “I want a man who’ll drink fire with
me,” I tell him, and he roars with laughter, not entirely as a result
of the tension from impending IRS deadlines. As I defend the statement it
rises to the level of a Fundamental Truth of my existence.

The concept has now taken on nearly every critical characteristic of the
elusive target of my quest. It has fast become my personal Grail.

The image transcends the mere act of sticking a straw in a flame-kissed
beverage. It reveals an entire personality. It shows me a complex blend of
bravado and flamboyance that makes light of itself, of calculated
risk-taking coupled with recklessness and humor, of élan and
adventure expressed with panache.

He is a natural showman, skilled in the grand gesture, attentive to
appearances without attaching excessive important to them for their own
sake. For that reason he doesn’t take himself too seriously. People
can start and think all they want he he enjoys himself; what matter are the
opinions of people who’ve lost the ability to play?

He’s spontaneous and prone to cast off responsibility in ways that
endanger no one. However modest his normal habits, my fire drinker is
reckless enough to ingest liquids in colors not found in nature, to throw
caution to the wind.

But I detect profound depths, too. Drinking fire demonstrates that he is
willing to jump into an experience, even if it’s potentially
dangerous. Even if he risks getting scorched. The act places him within
flirting range of the flame as well as of me, and who’s to say which
could be more threatening?

The risk doesn’t daunt him, though. He saunters up to the flame
without hesitation. His sharp, agile mind and natural intuition tell him
exactly where to place the straw to keep from getting hurt. And, most
importantly, he shares the experience with me. We sit straw to straw, on
equal terms, growing tipsy from the same source, and, when the last drop is
drained, holding our straws over the flame and watching the heat shrivel
them into a misshapen residue that will perplex the bartender.

Granted, this metaphor leaves out a few things, like not smoking and not
hunting for sport, speaking a foreign language, and being equally
comfortable in jeans or a tuxedo. All of those were on a list of a
hundred-plus characteristics I actually wrote out a few years ago.
(Don’t worry; I can’t find it now.) Perhaps it is my previous
inability to formulate this desire succinctly that has posed the impediment
to attaining Relationship. Naming is a step to claiming, they say.

So here goes: I want a man who’ll drink fire with me. You can laugh
all you like. Everyone who hears it does. It’s a silly idea. And
that’s why it’s so appealing.

It makes me laugh, too. And I’ll still be laughing when you see a
flaming bowl between a pair of self-possessed characters engrossed in mirth
and each other. Look with a woman with a raised eyebrow and a mysterious
smile. That’ll be me.

About the Author

Since childhood Kathy Biehl has scribbled down observations of human behavior and attempted to make sense of it. She gave up writing fiction long ago. Her first anthology, Eat, Drink & Be Wary: Cautionary Tales, was
shortlisted for the 2022 Eric Hoffer Award Grand Prize. Her writing has also won awards from the Association of Food Journalists, Houston Press Club, and Texas Bar Journal. She is a former columnist and associate editor of the Houston Press. She is also the publisher, Editrix, and primary voice of the social commentary zine Ladies’ Fetish & Taboo Society Compendium of
Anthropology, which existed in print from 1988-1998 and continues online in companion blogs.

 

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