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Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: January 24, 2025

 

 

In the shadows of a world where danger lurks around every corner and loyalty and love can be the deadliest weapons of all, two souls are drawn together by fate.

Juniper -- I was only fifteen when I ran away from home. Or rather, the nightmare I’d ended up in, after my parents died. I’d known living on the streets wouldn’t be easy, but I also hadn’t planned to nearly freeze to death in an alley five years later. The biker who found me, nursed me back to health, and promised to keep me safe was unlike anyone I’d ever met before. When we found out my uncle would be paroled, there was no doubt he’d try to find me. After all, he’d think I was the one who turned him in. But somewhere along the way, I started to fall in love with Breaker. Now I’ll do anything for him.

Breaker -- I’ve been with the Hades Abyss since I was a teenager. Back then I went by Teller Reed, until I earned my patch. These people are my family. I never thought I’d be willing to break all the rules and defy the club president. Then I found Juniper nearly dead in an alley. I’ve always believed in Fate, and I have no doubt I was led to her for a reason. Now she’s mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to hold onto her… even if it means getting my hands dirty. If her uncle thinks he can come and take her from me, he’d better reconsider… because if he even tries, I’m putting him six feet under.

As nights grow darker and stakes escalate, will their bond be enough to withstand the ultimate test?

EXCERPT

Juniper

I trudged through the dimly lit alley, my feet dragging with each exhausted step. Frigid air filled my lungs, the biting cold seeping deep with every exhale. Clouds of breath formed before me, dissipating into the night like my fading strength.

Violent shivers wracked my slender frame as I struggled onward. The thin, tattered coat offered little protection against winter’s onslaught. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, the fever’s unrelenting grip making the world seem distant and hazy.

Vision blurring, I blinked hard, trying to will away the encroaching darkness at the edges of my sight. Each step required immense effort, as if lead weights pulled at my aching legs. I had to keep going. Stopping meant surrendering to the cold, to sickness, to despair.

Flashes of memory cut through the fevered confusion -- Mama’s kind eyes, the warmth of our tiny apartment, the scent of fresh baked bread. Before the accident stole everything. Before Uncle’s leering face and harsh blows became my waking nightmare.

“J-just… a little… f-farther,” I whispered through chattering teeth.

Safety. Warmth. I needed… somewhere… to rest.

Squinting, I scanned the dank alleyway, willing a spot to manifest. There -- a small alcove tucked between two brick buildings. It wasn’t much, but the worn wooden crate and scattered rubbish offered a modicum of shelter against the biting wind.

Dragging myself the final few steps, I practically fell into the corner, knees buckling. The rough brick scraped my back through my clothes as I slid down the wall. Warring sensations of burning fever and clawing chills besieged me. I drew my knees to my chest, trying to conserve any whisper of body heat.

Snowflakes drifted in the dim lamplight at the alley’s mouth, the first to fall this season. Once, a lifetime ago, I danced between swirling flurries, Papa’s rich laughter ringing out as he twirled Mama. Now the snow felt like a frozen shroud, settling over me with gentle finality. Had I escaped the horror of living with my uncle only to die in this alley?

Exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, the effort of keeping them open suddenly monumental. Thoughts scattered like windblown leaves. Perhaps if I rested, just for a moment, the weariness would lessen. The pounding in my skull might abate.

I huddled against the wall, arms wrapped around myself in a vain attempt at comfort, and let my head drop to my chest.

The cold embrace of brick and stone welcomed me as awareness slipped away, a final dark mercy. In the recesses of my mind, a tiny flame still flickered, stubborn and desperate. A yearning for the warmth of a gentle touch, the safety of a loving hand.

But as I spiraled into oblivion, even that spark guttered out, lost to fever dreams and the remorseless bite of winter’s chill.

* * *

I fought to open my eyes, the weight of exhaustion pressing down like a physical force. The alley swam into focus, all harsh edges and deep shadows. I blinked slowly, trying to orient myself. How long had I been drifting in the liminal space between wakefulness and oblivion?

A violent shiver wracked my body, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain through my aching muscles. I gritted my teeth against the discomfort, my breath escaping in a hiss. The cold had seeped into my very bones, a chill no amount of rubbing could dispel. I had to get up and move. If I didn’t, not only could I potentially freeze to death, but bad things happened when you lingered in one spot for too long. I would be easy prey for those who liked to take advantage of those weaker than them.

I braced my hand against the rough brick, my fingers scraping against the weathered surface as I struggled to push myself upright. The world tilted alarmingly, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the dizziness to pass. When I opened them again, the alley had settled, but the edges of my vision remained blurred, the colors muted and indistinct.

“Come on, Juniper,” I whispered, my voice rasping in my dry throat. “You can’t stay here.”

But where could I go? The question haunted me as I staggered forward, my hand skimming the wall for support. Each step was a battle, my legs trembling beneath me like a newborn foal’s. The future stretched out before me, a yawning void of uncertainty and despair.

Hot tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked furiously. Crying would solve nothing, and the moisture would only freeze on my cheeks, another layer of discomfort to contend with. I had to keep moving, had to find shelter, had to… had to…

My train of thought derailed, scattering into fragments. The fever was playing tricks on my mind, making it difficult to focus on anything beyond the next step, the next breath. A cough bubbled up from my lungs, tearing at my throat like shards of glass. I pressed my free hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the sound, but it only seemed to echo louder in the stillness of the alley.

Desperation clawed at my chest, a wild thing scrabbling for escape. What if I couldn’t find a safe place to rest? What if the sickness worsened, leaving me helpless and alone? The specter of my uncle loomed in my mind, his malevolent presence a constant shadow at the edges of my consciousness.

I shook my head, trying to dislodge the dark thoughts. I had to stay focused on the present, on survival. One foot in front of the other. One breath at a time. It was a mantra I clung to, a fragile lifeline in a sea of hopelessness.

But even as I repeated the words silently, I could feel the last vestiges of my strength ebbing away. The brick wall was the only thing keeping me upright, and I knew that soon, even that support wouldn’t be enough.

Fear and despair twined around my heart, constricting tighter with each labored step. The future I had once dreamed of, a life of safety and warmth, love and laughter, seemed as distant as the stars, forever out of reach. All that remained was the cold, the pain, and the certainty that I was utterly, inescapably alone.

Hunger gnawed at my stomach, a relentless ache that consumed my every thought. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a proper meal, the kind that filled you up and chased away the cold. The memory of my last meager rations, scrounged from a dumpster behind a restaurant, only served to intensify the emptiness inside me.

I pressed a hand to my belly, feeling the hollow space beneath my ribs. The hunger was a constant companion, a cruel reminder of how far I’d fallen. It sapped my strength, making each step more difficult than the last. I longed for the days when food was plentiful, when I didn’t have to worry about where my next meal would come from.

Unbidden, memories of my family flooded my mind, bringing with them a fresh wave of pain. I remembered the warmth of our kitchen, the scent of my mother’s cooking filling the air. She always made sure I had enough to eat, pressing second helpings onto my plate with a loving smile.

“You’re a growing girl, Juniper,” she’d say, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You need your strength.”

My father would laugh, reaching over to ruffle my hair. “Listen to your mother, little one. She knows best.”

The love and affection in their voices, the safety of their presence, seemed like a distant dream now. I ached for the comfort of their arms, the reassurance that everything would be all right. But they were gone, taken from me too soon, and all that remained was the bitter cold and the unrelenting loneliness.

Tears stung my eyes, blurring my vision. I blinked them away, unwilling to let them fall. Crying would only waste precious energy, energy I couldn’t afford to squander. But the memories continued to assail me, each one a bittersweet reminder of all I had lost.

I remembered the laughter-filled evenings spent playing board games, the lazy Sunday mornings snuggled together on the couch. I remembered the pride in my parents’ eyes when I brought home a good report card, the gentle encouragement when I struggled with a difficult subject.

Those memories were a double-edged sword, bringing both comfort and agony. They reminded me of the love I had once known, the family I had cherished above all else. But they also underscored the stark reality of my current situation, the yawning chasm between the life I had lived and the one I now endured.

The longing for my parents’ presence, for the warmth and safety of our home, was a physical ache in my chest. It mingled with the hunger, the cold, and the fear, creating a cocktail of misery that threatened to drag me under.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the memories. Dwelling on the past would do me no good, not when the present demanded every ounce of my focus and strength. I had to keep moving, had to find a way to survive, no matter how bleak the future seemed.

But even as I pushed myself forward, the hunger and the loneliness remained. They were a constant reminder of all I had lost, and all I stood to lose if I couldn’t find a way out of this nightmare.

As I trudged onward, my mind drifted to the dark shadow that had haunted me for years: my uncle. The mere thought of him sent a shudder down my spine, a visceral reaction to the memories of his cruelty. His sinister presence loomed large in my mind. It served to remind me of the danger I had fled and the safety I so desperately yearned for.

I could still feel his hands on me, the bruising grip that left marks on my skin and scars on my soul. His words echoed in my ears, the vicious insults and threats that had eroded my sense of self-worth. Even now, miles away and years later, his influence lingered, a poison that seeped into every aspect of my life.

The weight of my past trauma pressed down on me, a suffocating force making each step feel like a Herculean effort. I wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but I had learned long ago silence was my only defense. To draw attention to myself was to invite more pain, more suffering.

So I kept moving, my eyes scanning the alley for any sign of shelter. The wind whipped through the narrow passage, its icy fingers clawing at my exposed skin. I needed to find a place to rest again, to escape the relentless cold that sapped my strength and clouded my mind. I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to find a warm space, but I could close my eyes another short while before I needed to move again.

There, tucked away in a small alcove, I spotted a glimmer of hope. The space was partially shielded from the wind, a tiny oasis in the midst of the unforgiving city. I made my way toward it with faltering steps, my body trembling with exhaustion and illness.

As I drew closer, I could see that the alcove was little more than a shallow indentation in the wall, barely large enough to accommodate my small frame. But it was better than nothing, a chance to catch my breath and gather my strength before facing the long night ahead.

I lowered myself to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. The concrete was hard and unyielding, but I hardly noticed as I curled into myself, trying to conserve what little warmth I had left. My eyelids grew heavy, the temptation to surrender to the darkness nearly overwhelming.

But I couldn’t give in, not yet. I had to keep fighting, had to find a way to survive. For all the pain and trauma of my past, I clung to the hope that someday, somehow, I would find the safety and love I so desperately craved. It was a fragile hope, a flickering candle in the darkness, but it was all I had left.

So I huddled in the alcove, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I willed myself to stay awake. The night stretched out before me, a vast expanse of uncertainty and fear, but I knew I had no choice but to face it head-on. For better or worse, this was my life now, and I would do whatever it took to survive.

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. Visit Wylde's website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and don't forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts and other exciting perks.

 

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Disgracefully Easy #rabtbooktours

 

A B-24 Pilot’s Letters Home

 

Memoir/WWII History

Date Published: April 8th, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

In this posthumously published collection of letters and postal cards, William “Bill” Hanchett shares his candid experiences as a flight-school cadet, and later as an Army Air Forces pilot in command of a B-24 Liberator bomber during World War II.

Through Bill’s first-hand accounts, we learn that mastering the art of flying during wartime is about more than understanding engine throttle and airspeed. It’s about wondering when you’ll be called to fight and if you’ll be asked to betray your ideals. It’s about working hard and documenting the days, dreaming about the future, and longing for home.

An extraordinary primary document, Disgracefully Easy offers us a rare glimpse inside the military in the 1940s, a time when Americans worried about the fate of their great country and looked to the brave and courageous to deliver them from fear. This unique collection will be long remembered as an important addition to the annals of aviation history.

About Thomas F. Hanchett

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Now retired from federal civil service, Thomas Forster Hanchett holds a bachelor’s degree in government and two master’s degrees, one in history and one in public administration. In 2016, after his father Bill’s death, he found over three-hundred letters Bill had written during WWII. Given Tom’s interest in military history, it seemed only natural that he be the one to edit and present his father’s letters in manuscript form. Tom has also written historical and educational articles for various publications. A native Californian, he resides in North San Diego County.

 

 

About William Hanchett

William “Bill” Hanchett (1922-2016) grew up in a wealthy family in Evanston, Illinois. His father lost his municipal bond company business during the Great Depression, changing their family’s lifestyle drastically. Bill attended Black Mountain College, but his time there was cut short because of World War II. He enlisted in the Army Air Forces, rising from private to second lieutenant, and then to airplane commander of a B-24 Liberator bomber.  After the war, he continued his education, worked as a civilian historian for the U.S. Air Force, and taught history for over thirty years at San Diego State University. Bill authored numerous articles and historical books, including The Lincoln Murder Conspiracies (1983). He loved living in San Diego, California, where he spent time sailing on the bay. 

 

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Skate City New Release Blitz #IndiGo

Title:  Skate City

Series: Good Sports, Book Three

Author: Alex Winters

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: 01/21/2025

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 22100

Genre: Contemporary, Romance, contemporary, lesbian, sports, skate shop, skateboarder

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All Zoe Chamberlain wanted was to buy a skateboard for her one of her perpetually late employees. Was that so hard? It shouldn’t have been, yet the minute Zoe walks into Skate City to finish up her shopping, the fiery young redhead behind the counter captures her eye, and her heart, from their first interaction. Sarcastic, funny, witty, and bold, the counter girl—Astrid—makes quick work of Zoe’s resolve and charms her with every fiery retort and sly, leering glance. It’s not quite love at first sight, more like…love at first fight! And Zoe is here for every sexy minute of it!

Astrid Woolf never imagined herself falling for the curvy MILF who walked into Skate City that day, but Zoe was unlike any woman she’d ever met before, and she was desperate to see her again. So, she improvises a lot and fibs a little, convincing Zoe that not only are the boards she’s looking at buy one get one free, but that a complimentary skateboard lesson comes with every purchase. But it’s a limited time offer: one night only! Zoe hesitantly but inevitably agrees and, after work the following night, Astrid meets her behind the bakery Zoe owns to teach her how to skate. Only, Zoe has other plans in mind, and before the night is over, the teacher will become the student, learning just what it means to please another woman, and be pleased in return. It’s a night neither woman will ever forget, but one they’ll want to revisit, time and time again…

Excerpt

Skate City
Alex Winters © 2025
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One

ZOE

“Is this…for you?”

Zoe Chamberlain registered the dramatic look on the young cashier’s face and blanched. Miserably. She’d been hesitant about walking into the too-cool-for-school skate shop in the first place, and this comely cashier had just confirmed Zoe’s suspicions that she was, in fact, thoroughly and irretrievably uncool.

“Obviously not, but so what if it was?”

The counter girl, fresh-faced and freckled with charming auburn pigtails and a creamy soft lip gloss Zoe ached to taste, gave her another cool once-over, like maybe she’d wandered into the wrong nightclub and needed to be escorted out.

Pronto.

Zoe half-expected a bouncer to show up at any moment. “Nothing, it’s just…do you need to check with the nursing home first? They might not approve of such a rash purchase.”

Zoe rolled her eyes and glanced around the empty skate shop, a bare bones affair that was so cavalier about its warehouse-inspired aesthetic it just had to be good. In the background, lowkey punk music completed the grunge vibe. “Is this how you treat all your customers?” she teased, knowing the sassy clerk was just giving her the business—and wishing she didn’t enjoy it so very much.

The wispy redhead, tall and gangly in her baby-doll-blue Skate City T-shirt with the pink cuffs and collar, met her gaze with cool green eyes, as languid as they were searching. “Not really, but it’s not every day a MILF walks in to buy a cherry-red skateboard, so I’m at a slight disadvantage at the moment.”

“I’m not a mother!” Zoe huffed, hoping the blush she felt dampening her panties didn’t extend all the way to her cheeks. “And? Gross?”

The counter girl blushed as well but met Zoe’s eyes with the indignance of a young woman clearly confident in who she was. And, apparently, what she wanted. “Maybe not, but…”

Zoe waved her hands, as nervously as she did demonstratively. She wasn’t used to such flagrant come-ons. At least, not since she’d graduated high school a good dozen years earlier. She ran a bakery for Pete’s sake. A nice, wholesome, independently owned bakery specializing in muffins and cupcakes, at that. This—this flagrant sexiness wasn’t a part of her daily routine, though Zoe couldn’t actually say she wasn’t into it. Not that she’d let the sexy skater girl behind the counter know, of course.

“Listen, let’s start over,” Zoe cautioned, feeling as if she’d just stepped into some kind of red-light district, as yet unknown to her despite living in tiny Sunset, South Carolina her entire life. She extended a cautious hand, somehow sensing that if the saucy cashier took it, Zoe might never let it go.

The redhead brightened, standing a little taller and extending a pale hand with long fingers, many of them covered in cheap silver rings that shimmered in the warehouse’s extensive track lighting. “Good idea,” she chirped, squeezing Zoe’s hand so familiarly, so warmly, it was as if they’d known each other for years. “Welcome to Skate City! I’m Astrid. And you are?”

“Astrid?” Zoe gave her a little nose wrinkle for good measure, slithering her hand out of the cashier’s grip before she could detect Zoe’s sweaty palms and the sudden tremors that seemed to rack her entire body. “Is that a real name?”

Astrid jutted out her youthful chin as predictably as she did defiantly. “I mean, is Zoe?”

“How did I say my name?” This time, Zoe did in fact look around the industrial-size skate shop, as if someone with a cue card bearing her name might be standing just behind her.

Astrid leaned over the counter, small breasts pressing against the pale blue of her clingy T-shirt. Tapped Zoe’s nametag as familiarly as she did everything else. “What? You forgot you came straight from work?”

Zoe glanced down at herself, her faded black Sunset Sweets work shirt dusted with flour and, naturally, bearing her crooked nametag just above her left breast. She blushed anew, feeling flustered and seen in ways she hadn’t in, quite literally, years. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about that yet, but part of her wished she’d just gone to the generic skate shop on the Strip like she’d intended to. Those stores were usually so busy Zoe certainly wouldn’t have been able to receive the, uh, personal attention she was currently getting at this grungy skate shop just off the Strip.

“I guess I did,” she said quietly, her hip sagging against the countertop, littered with vibrant pastel and neon Skate City stickers. “I didn’t think this would be quite so hard.”

Astrid apparently took pity on her, inching around from the counter on predictably long legs, topped by a pair of frayed denim shorts so small they could have qualified as bikini bottoms. “Listen, sorry, you’re my first customer all day and I didn’t mean to come on quite so strong.”

Zoe wasn’t letting her off the hook so easily, endless legs and small, perky breasts notwithstanding. “I mean, MILF? I should ask to speak to your manager, young lady…”

Astrid beamed, tugging on her own nametag, hiding just beneath one of her auburn pigtails. “That’d be me too, so…”

“Aren’t you a little young to be a manager?”

Astrid smirked. “I’m not as young as I look.”

“And I’m not as old as I apparently look, so…”

Astrid leaned back against the counter, a hand on either side of her impossibly narrow waist, as if posing for, well, a skater girl catalog. “You act like I insulted you or something.”

“Did I say that? I just wanted to buy a skateboard, that’s all.”

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Surviving Karma Book Blitz #rabtbooktours

The Karma Series, Book 2

 

Literary Fiction, Mystery

Date Published: November 9, 2024

 

Officer Bella Streit's abduction has yet to make headlines. Her captor once again humiliates police by nabbing Captain Stark's protective detail from the precinct parking lot. Her predecessor, the third officer taken, adds to the comedic nature of embarrassing the police. Taken from the scene of an accident, Officer Tauron Sandoval's handling reflects the lengths at which Pin will go to feed his hunger. Now with Bella secured, Pin no longer needing Tauron leaves her to a fast moving hourglass of life. Her minimal sands flow as two other officers succumb.

Pin seeks revenge through torturing those he deems as old police. Detectives Rix and Jain work the case. They find a roadmap offering clues to the serial killer's endgame. The roadmap given to them by informants. However, unknown by the detectives is Pin also has informants feeding him information. Double agent informants play their roles as if trained spies. Both parties question the loyalties while traversing to the ultimate showdown.

Surviving Karma will require finding the common ingredient to their sandwiches of life.

 

The Karma Series

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Challenging Karma

The Karma Series, Book One

 

Surviving Karma

The Karma Series, Book 2 

 

About the Author

Well, Mark’s just a guy who made a life-changing promise.

Mark prides himself on being a family man, entrepreneur and now, author. Trained to be a certified logistics professional, Mark got a certificate in video and television production. Script writing class helped expand a love for transforming ideas into stories. One of those first scripts would become a first novel, Challenging Karma.

The published author experience has always placed high on a list of dreams.

Mark’s late mother would be the one to give the push needed to make the dream a reality. After reading a first draft; she offered encouragement toward finishing a yet to be named story. The self-published Karma series is how he is keeping a promise to her.

 

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Nyarlathotep's Journey #8Sunday #SnippetSunday

 

Genre

FantasyRomance

Length:3000 words

Rating:PG-13

Note:Birth scene, fantasy violence

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Unravelthe cosmic tapestry. Discover the origins of Yadira Root, thedaughter of the Organizer of the Outer Gods and the Weaver ofDestinies, born during the death throes of a doomed world.

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Thisstory reveals the origins of the ancient cosmic sorceress YadiraRoot, daughter of the Outer God Nyarlathotep, and Queen Nathicana ofthe doomed world of Zaïs. It provides a unique interpretation ofNyarlathotep, the most nuanced and intelligent of H.P. Lovecraft'sOuter Gods.

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Azathoth,the embodiment of primordial chaos, tended to spawn chaos. Because itrequired a way to bring balance to the chaotic forces it spawned, itcreated Nyarlathotep.

Nyarlathotepsprang from the writhing mass of Azathoth fully mature. Unlike hissiblings, he possessed the power of reason and quickly learned thatan attitude of benevolent leadership was the most effective approach.Nyarlathotep could assume any form, and he used this ability to hisadvantage.

Oncethe worlds he had helped form and populate were autonomous,Nyarlathotep moved on. As he traveled, he contemplated his nature.That he was necessary delighted him without making him prideful. Thathe was different from his progenitor and siblings was evident, and hedesired to understand this difference.

Follow the link below to pick up your copy of the story. Ignore the January 19 deadline. I am extending my offer of a free copy of this story until January 26th.

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Happy Makes Me Happy #rabtbooktours

Children's Book

Date Published: February 8, 2023

Publisher: MindStir Media

 

A wonderful rhyming story about Happy the dog, and how his kind and gentle love for a little girl teaches children to spread love and kindness to everyone. This glowing story and magnificent illustrations will make your heart smile.

 

Mr. B's Books by Michael Barnes - Rhyming books that teach kindness and compassion, making the world a happier place.

 

About the Author

Mike Barnes is a semi-retired new author whose passion for writing came to fruition upon his retirement from 38 years of authentic servant leadership. 
 As a father and grandfather, Mike was reading to his twin granddaughters and decided to unleash his passion for writing children’s books with rhyming stories about love, care, and kindness.

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Saturday Sampler

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I've selected some tasty samples from both published stories and WIPs for you to enjoy. Check them out!
Impeccable CredentialsM/M Regency Romance
https://elliethomasromance.wordpress.com/2025/01/18/rainbow-snippets-impeccable-credentials-4/
Impeccable Credentials is about Julian Buchanan, an outwardly privileged young man who hides the secret of his sexuality and radical intellectual leanings from his autocratic father, Sir Roger.
Ornery Owl's Note:Ellie's Town Bronze series is a true delight for fans of m/m romance and regency romance. 
Seven TricksFairytale Retelling, Fantasy
https://inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com/2025/01/17/rainbowsnippets-seven-tricks-26/
The holidays may be over, but I’m still feeling the need of a little holiday cheer, so here’s a mischievous mouse prince, contemplating his object of affection in Seven Tricks…
Untitled WIPScience Fiction
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Rhisart looked as disturbed as Aneirin felt. “Isn’t Ekain part of the Toyless movement? You could talk to him.”

 

Easy Investing Book Blitz #rabtbooktours

Easy Investing: A Beginner's Guide to Financial Growth (Italia's books) Kindle Edition

Nonfiction / Finance

Date Published: December 18, 2023

 

 

Unlock the potential of investing with my user-friendly guide, designed for beginners eager to explore the financial world. Learn why investing is not exclusive to experts and gain insights into its transformative power. This accessible resource empowers readers to build wealth, secure their financial future, and achieve life goals through beginner-friendly strategies. Start your investment journey today!

 

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Italia Tornabene, a self-made millionaire, author, serial entrepreneur, and savvy investor, shares her extraordinary life experiences.

From rubbing shoulders with elite individuals to her unconventional career as an exotic dancer and sex worker, Italia's journey is as captivating as it is inspiring.

Discover how she overcame hardships and built an empire through resilience and determination. Her story is empowering and empowering testament to the resilience inherent in us all, and she's thrilled to share her wisdom with everyone she encounters.

 

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Awakening In the Storm #RainbowSnippets#WIP

 

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Every year, I write a story for the Passionate Inkcharity anthology.

If you write spicy, you should join Passionate Ink.This is my third year as a member.

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This story is a f/f erotic romance utilizingthe enemies-to-lovers and forced proximity tropes.  I've actually put it on the back burner for another time, but I wanted to share a few lines from a character development exercise I did, which you can find by following the link below.

https://experiencewriting.com/2024/10/05/sounds-of-words-euphony/

I'll share three lines from Shams and three from Lucia. Rolo is Lucia's twin brother. He and Shams became friends after he asked her if she'd be interested in creating some clothing designs for his band. They hit it off, and he invited Shams to come from London to Rancho Cucamonga to work with him and the band in person. Shams and Lucia are like oil and water.

Shams

I was having such an amazing morning here in Rancho Cucamonga,creating styles reflecting the band’s Latino heritage. The coloursof the Southwest are so vivid, reflecting an arid yet beautifulenvironment with shades of warm brown, bright pink, bright blue,brilliant yellows, and oranges. There are so many colours to workwith.

Lucia

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when I walked out by thepool to find Shams with her easel drawing blindingly colorful clothesthat looked like The Doctor accidentally or on purpose emptied outthe 1970s closet on the TARDIS and left his unwanted clothes here. Idon’t know what Rolo sees in this girl. Es una idiota with a headfull of stereotypes.

I also wanted to share the opportunity to download a free story. I'm extending this offer until next Sunday. Follow the link below for more information. I hope you enjoy it!

https://ornerybookemporium.blogspot.com/2025/01/mormo-and-more-project-60-week-2.html

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Paranormal Thriller

Date Published: 6/13/22

 

 

Jim Vincent thought he'd seen it all, but he'd never seen anything like this.

He'd fought in Vietnam and founded successful companies in Silicon Valley.

His Napa Valley retirement was supposed to be quiet and peaceful.

Until he was visited by an extraterrestrial calling itself the Source.

When the Source recruits him to address some of the problems here on Earth, Jim discovers that world leaders and criminal enterprises don't exactly appreciate his meddling.

How was Jim supposed to know that trying to rid the world of evil would leave people wanting him dead?

About the Author

James Peifer is a retired business-owner from Silicon Valley.

He was an Army Captain and a combat veteran of the Vietnam War.

He lives in Napa, California.

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