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Sunday, October 24, 2021

A Child Called You

by JD Wise

Genre: Children's Picture Book

Winner of a Mom’s Choice Award

This book is about you! That’s righttt, it is about YOU! You can love others for who they are by showing them kindness without judgement. The first book in the Kindness is for Everyone series, this book will teach you that celebrating our differences is the true expression of kindness the world needs.

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This is a lovely little children's book all about YOU. It has a wonderful message for children about being kind, not judging others, standing up to bullies, etc. With delightful illustrations and an easy-to-read flow, young readers will enjoy this book.
4 stars.

JD Wise is a West Virginian-born author who believes that the world can be changed for the better, by one person, one time, doing the right thing.

Just think what would happen if we all did that,” said Wise.

Wise is happily married to the love of his life. Together, they have four wonderful children, who are the true inspiration for the book.

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๐™๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™จ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ , ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ

 On the day it is due to be demolished , Seven bodies are recovered from Hellsleigh, the most infamous asylum in the country ,which has lay derelict for the last 30 years.

 ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฐ ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ:

 On the eve of its planned demolition famed parapsychologist and author, Brandon Fiske and his team of paranormal investigators break into the abandoned hospital determined to find proof of its supernatural powers.

 Local villager, Jason Hough who’s past is connected to Hellsleigh returns for one last visit along with a group of university students in search of a place to party.

 But neither groups are aware that they have entered Hellsleigh on a very special anniversary, a time of evil the building remembers only too well…

 ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™˜๐™–๐™ช๐™จ๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™ž๐™œ๐™ , ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™š.

Melanie could still hear the breathing.  There were two of them, circling her and Dion She wanted to scream; nothing came out.

     Beneath her, Dion was crying in pain, his face still melting. Tears rolled down her cheeks; she felt so helpless. In the pit of her stomach, she felt nothing but despair. Why had they come here? 

     Smoke from the spotlights made her want to choke, but she didn’t, not wanting to make a sound. Whatever was circling her meant her and Dion harm; she didn’t want to attract their attention. She wanted to call out for help, to scream and run away. There was no chance; she had to stay and help Dion. “Please…” She finally found the courage to speak. “Don’t…Hurt…Us.”

     The breathing stopped.

     She couldn’t feel them anymore. After two minutes, she wiped away her tears and looked down at Dion’s burnt face. “Dee, we have to get out of here.” Getting up, she scanned the monitors. There was no sign of the shadows. She picked up the radio and called Brandon and Monica. “Bran, Mon, something’s…happened.” Dion’s pained cries gave her pause. “We need you!”

     Nothing. There was no static, no replies; it was like the battery was dead.

     “Fuck!” She threw the radio at the wall behind her, as it broke and echoed in the large ward. “We’re getting out of here, Dee.” She stepped up to him and tried to grab him round his shoulders, fully aware that the shadows might return any second. “Come on, baby, you’ve got to help me.” She strained to move him. “I can’t do this by myself; you’re too heavy.”

     With sweat pouring down her face, she managed to get him into the middle of the room, before giving up, trying to catch her breath. A fleeting thought of leaving Dion to find the others left her feeling guilty. She couldn’t leave her poor husband behind. If he’d been able to speak, she knew he would tell her to run, to save herself. “Not a chance,” she told herself out loud. They would both leave this bloody hospital together, or neither of them would; it was that simple.

Duncan Brockwell is a full-time dental technician from West Sussex. Having completed his course at Lambeth College in 2018, he started writing in his spare time. An avid gardener and part-time mixologist, he loves nothing more than relaxing at home with his wife, Beks and pure white rescue cat, Milly. 

Since Duncan started writing in 2018, he has written thirteen novels, nine of which have been, or are in the process of being published. Unlike a lot of authors, Duncan feels he is a hobby writer, toiling away on his purple couch in front of the TV in the evenings and weekends. He wants nothing more than for readers to enjoy his various offerings, ranging from romantic comedy (under pseudonym Katie Simpkins) to hardcore blood and guts horror and everything in between (Under either DC Brockwell or Duncan Brockwell).

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Change, Kindness, Love, Forgiveness

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Publisher: Tellwell Talent

Introducing Cama: Your Special Friend, a unique little elephant who mysteriously arrives just when she is needed most.

In this collection of stories, readers will meet memorable characters from diverse backgrounds who are facing relatable struggles. Cama shows up with magical surprises while helping the characters, and the readers, find and express their own inner strengths to overcome life's challenges.

Cama is the special friend you will wish for your children and grandchildren.

The characters are also diverse–one story centers on a Spanish-speaking family, while another follows a boy named Dayne who is trying out for the wheelchair basketball team. Children love the brightly colored, dreamlike watercolor illustrations in these relatable miniature dramas, while the straightforward prose is easy for new readers to understand. Children will easily identify with these characters and their familiar emotions–and long for a friend as special as Cama.

About the Author

Cheryl Beck is an artist and small-business owner living in Carstairs, Alberta. Most importantly, she is a mother and grandmother and enjoys these titles the most.

The first story of Cama: Your Special Friend arrived as a vivid dream, which Cheryl awoke to record in the middle of the night. Excited to share Cama's adventures with her own grandchildren, Cheryl continued writing, creating a series of stories to comfort and inspire children around the world.

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Saturday, October 23, 2021


Date Published:10-15-2021

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Deserting his regiment in the aftermath of an injury, Torrent is just trying to get home to his fiancรฉe without being robbed or arrested. Reporting the illegal saltpeter mine he finds on his return might be valuable enough for the army to overlook his truancy, perhaps even grant him a pension. If he’s willing to betray Molly to make that report.

For Molly, chemistry has always been more useful than magic, especially now that supplying the opposing side with gunpowder is the only thing keeping her from being ousted from her own farm. After two years apart, Molly knows it’s foolish to trust Torrent with either the mine or her heart. Unfortunately, Torrent’s not the only one interested in Coriander Hollow.

Between Torrent's desertion and her own illegal mine, Molly has to decide whose secrets she's willing to protect and how far she's willing to go to protect them. And Molly hadn't counted on Coriander Hollow having secrets of its own...

This is an adult fantasy novel, that might appeal to readers of Genevieve Cogman, Naomi Novik or Katherine Addison. It's historical fantasy-ish (I describe it as 'steampunk on a farm'), a little bit Cherie Priest meets Cold Mountain.

“Hello?” croaked Torrent, forcing the word past a lump in his throat. The word repeated itself in echoes long past the time it should have died away, as though the darkness had caught it and didn’t intend to let it go. Torrent squeezed his eyes shut, listening hard as the echo finally died away. Was it a whisper chamber? Some acoustic quality of the room?

Rational answers paled before the certainty that something deeply irrational had lurched into motion the moment Danny had come after him with a knife. The aim was murder then. No reason to think any differently now.

Torrent scrambled to his feet as quietly as he could. Feeling along the wall behind him, the rock continued straight and unbroken for as high as he could touch. Not climbable, even if he had the requisite limbs to attempt it. He turned left, keeping his hand on the wall, sliding his feet forward over the rough stone. The murmur of water was a wordless babble somewhere ahead of him and farther down. Not that farther down was the direction he wanted to go, but it was a landmark of sorts, and one that appeared to be getting closer.

Two more rocks slammed against the wall behind him. Torrent flinched and sped up, stumbling along as fast as he could, bashing his fingers against the wall, ignoring the panicked voice in his head telling him the next volley might be leaded shot.

Torrent’s next step ended in air. His whole vision went white as he fell, hand catching on a jutting bit of rock, enough of a handhold to claw himself back from the edge. The hem of his trousers snagged on something, pulling apart with a snick as he dragged himself back over the ledge. The air was filling with the faint but unmistakable smell of gunpowder. He gasped, trying to breathe through his mouth, frighteningly aware he had no idea if he’d just saved himself from a fall of three feet or thirty.

About the Author

Mareth Griffith bounces between the Pacific Northwest coast and various warmer locations. She mostly lives in Seward, Alaska, and assures you winters there aren’t as bad as you think.
 When she’s not writing, she works as a naturalist and wilderness guide, leading adventurous souls on epic quests to seek out glaciers, bears, and whales in the wilds of coastal Alaska. She’s also lived and worked in Scotland, Mexico, New Zealand, and Northern Ireland—where her nearest neighbors included two thousand puffins and the ghost of a spectral black horse. 
Originally from West Virginia, Mareth attended Smith College in Massachusetts, studying music and theatre. Mareth plays classical violin well and rhythm guitar badly.

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Sea & Ash
Heather C. Myers
Publication date: October 21st 2021
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Seventeen year old Hannah Walker can tell when people are lying and she hates it. This magic has been with her since she was born and no one has taught her a thing about it or why she has it in the first place. The only thing she knows is that if it’s discovered, she will be put to death. Not even being the second daughter of Port Ankura’s manager will save her from the strict laws put forth by the regency concerning magic.

When Hannah’s best friend is found brutally murdered, Hannah vows to solve who committed such a vicious act no matter what the cost. She enlists the help of businessman Adrian Blood, a man as wicked as he is handsome, in hopes to use his vast resources to find the killer. He owes her a debt after she saved his life and exposed her magic to him in the process. They strike a bargain: help her find out what happened to her friend and she’ll use her powers to tell him who wants to kill him.

Clues begin to pile up, hinting that the murderer isn’t a man at all, but a Blood Mage. Blood Mages are thought to be stories that scare wicked children into compliance. They live on their ships during the day and terrorize land at night, feeding on blood of the innocent to survive.

As they chase down leads and sneak into the morgue in order to inspect the body, Hannah starts to feel things for Adrian she shouldn’t. Not only is Adrian dangerous, but there’s something she can’t quite put her finger on. More than that, Hannah knows Adrian is keeping a secret from her. Can she learn to trust him anyway, even knowing that whatever Adrian is hiding might be the key to everything?

SEA & ASH has the dark paranormal mystery of the STALKING JACK THE RIPPER COLLECTION by Kerri Maniscalo, and the forbidden romance of FROM BLOOD AND ASH by Jennifer L. Armentrout. It is the first in a trilogy.

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“Tell me, are you afraid of me?”

“Do I have reason to be?”

A tense silence grew between us, but not because he was angry or upset. If anything, he seemed intrigued by my response.

“You saved my life tonight.” He took a step back from me and turned, arms still crossed over his chest.

“I did,” I said.

“Why?” He whipped around, eyes narrowed. All playfulness had left him. He was intense in his severity.

“Why did I save your life?” What sort of question was that? “I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?”

“What makes you think you’ve done anything wrong?” he asked.

We were going back and forth with these questions that didn’t clarify anything. It was almost as though we were in a battle of wits—something that did not impress me. I placed my hands on my hips and tapped my foot.

“I’m sorry, am I keeping you from an important appointment?” Adrian asked, stepping back from the window to look back at me. His eyes were guarded now; it was difficult to read him. I was surprised I was able to discern any sort of emotion on his face before. “I thought you were here to see me specifically.”

“I am.”

“Then why do you seem aggravated by a simple question?”

“I don’t understand it,” I repeated. “Why would you question me saving your life? Should I not have done it in the first place?”

“I ask because I’m trying to understand your motives. Nothing in this life is free. Nothing is genuine. What do you want from me?”

“I ask of nothing from you,” I said, offended that he would even say such a thing. “I merely reacted. I saw—”

“Perhaps your feminine intuition detected something was amiss from your seat at the bar,” he mused, stepping towards me again. Instead of waiting for him to corner me, I began to move around the small room. “You overheard the conversation and grew nosy. The door was cracked open. Pepper hadn’t completely closed it—something she will atone for once I’m through with you.”

I stopped my pacing. “Through with me?” I asked.

“I apologize, have I offended you? Do you think I honestly believe you’re here to meet with me about money discrepancies?”

“Judging from your near-death experience, I can assure you that yes, I am.” I was surprised by how strong my voice sounded. “You were interrogating someone regarding just that, to the point that you were going to die over it. I’m not sure what further proof you need.”

“It surprises me that Reginald Walker cares about my money loss,” Adrian said, not

bothering to mask his bitterness. He walked over to the weapon on the floor, picked it up, and regarded it thoughtfully before placing it in a drawer in one of the side tables.

“You are under my father’s protection,” I said. This was obvious to me. Surely he had the wherewithal to understand this as well? “If some trespasses against you, they trespass against him. He would want to right the wrong done to you because it represents a wrong done to him as well.”

Adrian started to laugh, a low sound void of any amusement. It sent a chill through my body, and I turned away from him, fixing my eyes on the window.

“I’m sorry, is something funny to you?” I asked.

I should not care one way or the other about what he thought of me and whatever amused him. However, I could not help it. I missed my chance at meeting with Marcella and wound up saving his life by mere chance. I did not expect a thank-you, and I most certainly did not do it for his gratitude or for him to owe me some sort of debt. It felt as though he was now toying with me and I did not have the patience for it, even if he believed he charmed me.

Goodness, this man is so annoying.

“Actually, yes.” He stopped his laughing to regard me once again. “If you think your father cares about me and frivolous discrepancies, you are sorely mistaken. I hate to be the bearer of bad news regarding your father, since it’s clear the two of you are close, but your father only cares about one thing: profit. If another business that doesn’t fall under nepotism rises, he will crush my business before I can figure out who is betraying me. I would not be surprised if your father is paying someone to betray me in order to take me down from the inside.”

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Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I'm a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says 'like' more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I'm a 28 year old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I'm a writer. Like, for real.

I don't speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I'm feeling particularly mischievous). I'm lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have two beautiful girls. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL - FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.

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"No Child of Mine" is a story of a father's journey to save his child from a totalitarian regime, who is in order to bury the truth prepared to exterminate an entire generation.

57th Year of the true leadership of The Ordained Liberating Party; or Year 2273 by the old calendar.
"The Collapse" took millions of lives and most of the country's farming lands, bringing the surviving population of the island to the brink of starvation.

 Out of the aftermath of the chaos and anarchy, a new state had emerged, known as The Federation Britannia, run by the single and unopposed Ordained Liberating Party.

The division of the country's orphanages for children of "the true citizens" and children of "the enemies of the state" began the clearance of the questionable element, and bloody years of the Age of Cleansing had finished the purge, leaving behind a perfectly obedient electorate that marched every year in the Liberation Day parades, praising the Party's leadership and following the Party's every directive.

 The rule of the Party is absolute. Its tool of compliance, the State Security Unit, is feared.

 Tom isn't a frightened follower, he is a true believer. He loves the Party with all his heart. He trusts in the Party's wisdom. The Party had raised him, rewarding his devotion and love with a lucrative engineering job, and after the approval for the Procreation licence, it also granted him a family.

 But the unexpected midnight visit by the State Security to his flat, questions asked and blood samples collected, unsettles Tom more than he likes to admit, and the following day, whilst investigating the "black uniforms" interest, Tom witnesses the State Security troops, led by the familiar officer, marshalling the children from his daughter's nursery, packing them into trucks and taking them into the unknown.

 At that moment Tom is forced to make a decision: either to follow the Party directive and to surrender his child into its plenary care or to protect what he loves and run.

But there's nowhere to run. There's no escape from the island or from the complete control of the Ordained Liberating Party.

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No Child of Mine is a political dystopian thriller set in the year 2273 in England. After the "collapse", the country is now known as The Federation Brittania and is ruled by the Ordained Liberating Party. Citizens are expected to follow everything the OLP says without question. It's a totalitarian regime, but everyone is happy. Or so it seems...
Tom is our main character. He loves the OLP. He believes they can do no wrong. He's a true supporter, and he puts his trust and faith in the Party that governs them. His wife Judy, though, is a bit more doubtful about the OLP. She doesn't necessarily think things are as happy and wonderful as Tom does. But she is afraid to speak up, knowing what can happen if she's deemed an enemy of the state. And she doesn't want to risk her daughter, Tilly, who spends most of her time in a nursery being raised by "disciplinarians". Children barely know their parents in this world, but once a month they're allowed to go home and visit. 
On Liberation Day, there is to be a parade. It's been 57 years since the uprising, and all citizens are required to march and celebrate this historic day. But there is something wrong with the children. When Judy goes to help calm the crying kids (which is frowned upon; children shouldn't make noise), she discovers their hands are covered in blisters. It's strange, but she doesn't have time to dwell on it. It isn't until a few days later, when State Security Officers invade their home asking questions that Judy realizes something is going on. It's also the event that sparks Tom's change of heart. Now, even he's begun to question his loyalty to the OLP. 
What happens with the rest of the story, I won't spoil. Just know that this book is a bit intense. 
I found myself getting angry while reading this. I'm a huge fan of dystopian fiction, but it usually tends to bring out some heavy emotions. This book was no different. The OLP is terrible, and they seemingly have absolute control over everyone. There is nowhere to go or hide, and nothing to be done to stop the iron fist of the OLP. 
I didn't really care for Tom, even after he had his epiphany. I did like Judy, though. I just wish she had been a bit stronger and had done more a lot sooner. 
While the chapters are a bit long, and some of the book is a little slow in spots, No Child of Mine is a really good read. If you're a fan of political thrillers and dystopian fiction, give this one a go.
4 stars.

Olga Gibbs is a mental health expert who has experience of working with disturbance in adolescents and young people. Using her Masters in Creative Writing, she explores taboo topics such as borderline personality and social effective disorder, effects of abuse and insecure attachment in young people and the inner world which is so rarely spoken about. She was born and raised in USSR and now lives in UK. Olga Gibbs is also a creative writing coach and mentor. Please visit author website for more information on upcoming books.

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