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Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Audiobook Tour: Kyle & Corey and the Game-Store Mystery

 

 

 

Middle grade/Y/A Mystery

Date Published: 6/25/21

Publisher: Covefe Press


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Brothers Kyle and Corey Holley (15 and 12) live Brothers Kyle and Corey Holley live in Fairly Springs, a small southern beach town. Kyle is a budding engineer; Corey is impetuous, funny, and baseball-crazy. Like most brothers, they fight often, but they also solve crimes. When the town experiences a rash of home robberies, Kyle and Corey decide to investigate. They learn that in each robbery, the thieves stole a high-end desktop computer.

 

Why? What are they looking for? And how soon till they find it? Other complications include Corey's wheelchair-bound math tutor, Kyle's after-school job in a local video-game store and a revolutionary new video game launching soon. Kyle and Corey: Brothers. Best Friends. Detectives. They don't go looking for trouble; it has them on speed dial!

 

 

 

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JOE STEPHENS has been a fan of boys’ adventure books all his life, and in this, his first series book, he’s created two boys as memorable as Frank and Joe Hardy. He has a background in education and has also visited more than thirty countries while pursuing his passion for scuba diving. He lives in Georgetown with his growing family and three thoroughly spoiled cats.

 

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PROMO: Shared Sorrows

 

 

Literary Fiction

Release Date: December 8, 2021

Publisher: ‎BookBaby



Frank DioGuardia, a New Jersey college professor always feared the onset of autumn.

A chill in the air and rainy skies took him back to the day his father died decades ago. It was a memory that each year caused Frank to start counting the days until he reached the milestone of having spent more time on earth than his dad.

This year would be no different, bringing about the realization that after thirty years of marriage and three children he had been inhabiting the earth for all the wrong reasons.

This realization came to Frank after he committed a violent act on a stranger during New York's Columbus Day parade. It also brought into his life Dr. Laurie McDevitt, the emergency room physician who had treated his injuries after the incident. When she revealed that her father died on the same night as his those many years before, Frank had a comrade in grief.

Will their shared sorrows be enough to survive the media frenzy that follows?

Shared Sorrows --- a story of love and redemption.



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Vincent Panettiere is the author of five other books.

In addition to Shared Sorrows, he has written the award-winning and critically-acclaimed These Thy Gifts; the Mike Hegan mysteries A Woman to Blame and The Scopas Factor as well as The Music of Women - an Erotic Stream of Unconsciousness. His only nonfiction work is The Internet Financing Illusion, a cautionary tale about the dark side of the internet.


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Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Blog Tour: Blood Before Dawn

 


Book 2 of the Dung Beetles of Liberia series.


Political/Historical Fiction

Date Published 12-15-2021

Publisher: Boutique of Quality Books (BQB Publishing)


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April 1979: Ken Verrier and his wife, Sam, return to Liberia to buy diamonds. They did not return to get caught up in a rice riot and a coup d'etat. But that's what happens. Ken witnesses and unwittingly participates in a period of Liberia's tumultuous yet poorly documented history---the overthrow of the Tolbert presidency and ultimately the end of the Americo-Liberian one hundred thirty-three years of political and social dominance.

 

 

2019 Grand Prize Winner - Red City Review

 

Based on the remarkable true account of a young American who landed in Liberia in 1961.

 

The blend of fictional action and nonfiction social inspection is simply exquisite, and are strengths that set this story apart from many other ficitonal pieces sporting African settings. - D. Donovan, Midwest Book Review

 

NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED HIM FOR THE EVENTS HE WAS ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE. Ken Verrier quickly realizes the moment he arrives in Liberia that he is in a place where he understand very little of what is considered normal, where the dignity of life has little meaning, and where he can trust no one.

 

It's 1961 and young Ken Verrier is experiencing the turbulence of Ishmael and the guilt of his brother's death. His sudden decision to drop out of college and deal with his demons shocks his family, his friends, and especially his girlfriend, soon to have been his fiancee. His destination: Liberia---the richest country in Africa both in monetary wealth and natural resources.

 

Author Daniel Meier describes Ken Verrier's many escapades, spanning from horrifying to whimsical, with engaging and fast-moving narrative that ultimately describe a society upon which the wealthy are feeding and in which the poor are being buried.

 

 

It's a novel that will stay with you long after the last word has been read.

 

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C H A P TER 1

April 1979

 

I’d always known that one could get into trouble just standing on a street corner, but never like this. We had just finished a late breakfast at a new Lebanese restaurant on Gurley Street in center city Monrovia and were actually standing on the corner of Gurley and Benson when a crowd—more of a roaring mob—swept down the street like a tidal bore. Judging from the signs and posters coming toward us, the throng seemed to be heading in the direction of the Executive Mansion. We watched for a moment, fascinated, just as one might stare at a growing flood, then realized, too late, that we were caught up in this human deluge. We tried to run, but we were already submerged in the tumbling waters of human flesh and the roar of human voices.


Sam and I glanced at each other. “What the hell?” All we could do is lock arms and flow with the mob.

I had returned to Liberia because I needed to raise a lot of cash quickly, and the best way I could do that was to drop in on some of my old friends in the diamond business. It was the beginning of the wet season in West Africa—not the best time to arrive or, in fact, to do anything there. My wife,                             Sam, had insisted on coming with me. I told her I didn’t think it was a good idea—Sam is one of the toughest people I know. You just don’t say no to her, not even a maybe. Then, too, I knew she was better at this sort of thing than I was.

It had been twelve years since Sam and I were in Africa, but Sam appeared not to have aged a single day. She still had the same thick red hair that she had cut short for the trip. It would be easier to manage in the heat and humidity of Liberia. Her eyes were still clear and green with the same                         laugh wrinkles at the corners, and the attractive bridge of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks had not faded. I knew that with her intelligence and insight we had a much better chance of succeeding.


The flights to Liberia had been long and arduous despite Pan Am’s latest jet transport airplanes. Sam and I learned a new term on this trip:  “jet lag.” We experienced it by first falling asleep during the taxi ride to the Ambassador Hotel. Then, after a surreal check-in at the hotel, we went up to our room in a dreamlike state and, without removing our clothes or taking a shower or any of the normal things people do before retiring for the night, collapsed onto the bed and immediately fell deeply asleep until early the next morning when our unexpected adventure began.

                   

The noisy mob, brandishing posters reading, “Out with Tolbert!” “Stop  Oppression Now!“ "We Want Rice!”  swept us up into their superheated midst,  and carried us along like two pieces of entwined flotsam. We tried but could not move against the flow. Sam and I and began to move laterally through the crowd like two small animals trying to swim across a rushing river.

The noise was deafening until I heard the gunshots in the distance, and the crowd grew silent for a very brief moment. Then screaming started, drowning out all other sounds except the staccato rhythm of automatic gunfire. Sam and I fell facedown onto the pavement, making ourselves as  flat as possible. A man, an older man with gray hair, fell on his back in front of us, blood spurting from the front of his head like a small red fountain. As his blood pressure dropped, the gushing slowed to a trickle and the man lay dead. Blood covered his face, slowly filling his right ear. A woman tripped over us and fell, shrieking, still holding on to her protest sign.

Finally, the firing stopped. Soldiers ran toward us, rifles in hand. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. They stopped along the edge of the street and shouted at us. They seemed to want us to leave, and made aggressive waving motions with their free hands. Several people stood up, hesitated as though waiting for something to happen, then started to run. There was no more firing. I looked over at Sam. Her red hair was disheveled and her face was contorted into a snarl, and through gritted teeth she shouted, “I wish I                        had my goddamn Uzi!”

“I think they want us to go!” I hissed back to her. “I’m making a run for it. Are you ready?”

She nodded. We stood up slowly. The soldiers, now nearby, were motioning for us to move. I took Sam’s hand and we started running. By this time, most people had gotten to their feet; that is, those who were not  dead or badly injured. We ran with the crowd, stopping only once to help            someone who had fallen. After that, we didn’t stop running until we got to  the Ambassador Hotel several blocks away. The front doors were locked, but people were inside, crouching behind chairs and flowerpots.

“Let’s try the back!” I shouted.

We ran around to the beach bar. The patio was deserted. The entrance to the interior bar was also locked—of course it would be. I picked up a barstool and raised it to smash the glass door. Just as I got the stool over my head, the back door opened slightly and Joe, the bartender, peeked out from inside.

“Mr. Ken,” he said quietly from the partially opened door, “please don’ do dat. Ya know, it be expensive to get glass.”

I pulled the door fully open with a jerk, nearly yanking Joe out onto the pavement. Sam and I rushed in and closed the door behind us. Joe stayed  next to me the whole time and quickly locked it.

“Well, if it isn’t ‘Set-em-up Joe’!” I exclaimed. “I’ve never been happier  to see anyone in my life! But you don’t think these locked doors will keep them out, do you?”

“Yah ah do. For dhey is notin’ fo’ dem here. Dhey after food. Dhey  starving and dhey after Tolbert’s head on a stick. Dhey don’t wan notin’ else. So, why you hee, Mr. Ken. It be almos’ ten yee now. You come to fly again?”

“Long story, Joe. Long story.”

 

 

 

About the Author

A retired Aviation Safety Inspector for the FAA, Daniel V. Meier, Jr. has always had a passion for writing. During his college years, he studied History at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington (UNCW) and American Literature at The University of Maryland Graduate School.  In 1980 he published an action/thriller with Leisure Books under the pen name of Vince Daniels.

Dan also worked briefly for the Washington Business Journal as a journalist and has been a contributing writer/editor for several aviation magazines. In addition to BLOOD BEFORE DAWN, he is the author of its prequel, the award-winning historical novel, THE DUNG BEETLES OF LIBERIA, as well as 2 other highly acclaimed novels published by Boutique of Quality Books (BQB Publishing).


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Monday, December 6, 2021

Release Blitz: My Name is Mary Magdalene by JC Miller #promo #womensfiction #christianfiction #releaseday #giveaway #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

 

 

African American Christian Fiction, Women’s Fiction, Women’s Mental Health

Date Published: December 7, 2021

Publisher: Jess, Mo’ Books LLC



Stepping away from her comfort zone, author JC Miller orchestrates a written tapestry chronicling the fragile state of a woman on the edge of insanity.

Plagued by a lifelong curse of mental illness, Mary Magdalene finds herself spending her golden years in a mental asylum. Her once zealous life becomes minimized to an endless routine of over-stimulating antipsychotic drugs. That is until Salmone Abrams, a hidden jewel from her past, resurfaces and helps her remember who she once was—The Queen of Harlem. Madame Mary Mags.

Inspired by her jazz playlist, JC Miller's current novella, My Name is Mary Magdalene, shakes the family tree while exploring the often-stigmatized topic of mental health. This fictional spin on the biblical account of Mary Magdalene and her seven demons travels from the late 1940s into the mid-1990s as Mary recalls the battles that tore her life apart. Fear, Lust, Entitlement, Greed, Misery, Dependency, Guilt—emotional baggage that once achingly held her down propels her to victory.


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JC Miller lives in the scenic Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania with her husband, children, and floppy-eared Bassador pup.

Raised by a single mother in the Bronx, JC pulls from early experiences to showcase the soul of urban survival through faith-based novels. She also dedicates much of her time uplifting women via her blog and creating content with partner and friend, MR Spain, through their publishing company, Jess, Mo’ Books LLC.

On her days off, you can find JC whipping up her famous Red Velvet cake and listening to songs from her impressive vinyl record collection.


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PROMO: The Navigator III: Repossession

 

 

Action/Adventure

Release Date: December 1, 2021



Sometime CIA agent and former naval officer, Joe Anderson, is tasked to confiscate (steal back) an NSA-equipped spy ship from Havana, Cuba. Joe’s engineer and the smuggler who brought them to Cuba are arrested, which dangerously compromises Joe’s mission. His significant other, Mary, angry at him for accepting another CIA mission, goes to Cuba as a tourist with her zany friend, Frances; and the pair accidentally fall into trouble in Havana. Joe then not only has to repossess the ship, he also must rescue the women before the police find them. The dangerously impossible adventure becomes both dire and humorous. This is the third novel in THE NAVIGATOR series.




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A resident of Birmingham, Stephen B. Coleman, Jr. (Steve), a graduate of Indian Springs School, earned a Bachelor of Arts in history from Duke University and a Master of Arts in English from University of Alabama. He is married to the former Dr. Sumter M. Carmichael, a psychiatrist. Steve has been a naval officer, a high school teacher, a businessman, and commercial real estate broker. After retiring in 2009, he now enjoys sailing, writing and landscape painting. He has authored biographies and histories of local interest, magazine articles, novels and poetry. His story, “The Meanest Man in Pickens County,” was the first place (state) winner in the 2013 Hackney Literary Awards for short stories. He has published three novels: The Navigator: A Perilous Passage, Evasion at Sea and The Navigator II: Irish Revenge. AndrĂ©’s Reboot: Striving to Save Humanity has won Honorable Mention from Writer’s Digest; a Silver Medal from Independent Publisher Book Awards 2020; and was awarded Distinguished Favorite by NYC Big Book Award 2021. For more, see www.andretherobot.com and www.captstevestories.com.


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