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January 10, 2025
Decoding Men Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Decoding Men: Understanding, Attracting and Keeping the Right Man (Italia's books)
Nonfiction
Date Published: May 19, 2024
Curious about what truly drives men? In "Decoding Men: Understanding, Attracting, and Keeping the Right Man," Italia Tornabene unveils the secrets to understanding and connecting with men, drawing from her unique 15-year experience as a high-profile companion. This insightful guide categorizes men into distinct types, such as The Player, The Provider, The Commitment-Phobe, and The Romantic.
Italia deep dives into each type's unique traits, motivations, and behaviors, providing practical strategies for effectively engaging and building lasting relationships. Whether you aim to enhance your current relationship or attract the right partner, "Decoding Men" offers invaluable insights and actionable advice. Addressing complex issues like infidelity, communication barriers, and maintaining passion in long-term relationships, Italia shares techniques for reading body language, interpreting verbal cues, and fostering open, honest dialogues to build mutual trust and understanding.
Empower yourself with the knowledge to navigate the intricacies of male behavior and relationship dynamics. With Italia's expert guidance, you'll gain the confidence to attract, understand, and keep the right man in your life. Discover the transformative power of "Decoding Men" and start building the fulfilling relationships you deserve.
About the Author
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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January 9, 2025
The Boy Who Could Smell Warming Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children's Book
Date Published: July 22, 2024
Publisher: MindStir Media
There was always something exceptional and different about ten-year-old Reuben Otis O'Brien, but no one, including Reuben Otis himself, can figure out quite what it is. All that he knows is that he can smell something very strange that no one else can, and sometimes it makes him sick.
The Boy Who Could Smell Warming is the story of Reuben Otis's quest to discover his special ability and its purpose. Since, as he describes himself, Reuben Otis is a "nerd in a cool guy's body," he does his own scientific investigation and finds out that he possesses a very unusual superpower which is vital for the whole world and will make him a true superhero. As he starts to use his superpower with the help of his family and two neighborhood friends, he learns he can change things vital to his hometown and to the entire planet. This gives Reuben Otis a newfound pride and a whole new direction to his life.
About the Author
Patrick Fleming, M.Div., L.C.S.W., C.S.A.T. is a psychotherapist and spiritual coach in a private practice in St. Louis, MO, Double Rainbow Counseling, Coaching, and Consulting, with his wife, Suzanne Lauber-Fleming. He is the principal co-author, with his wife and other colleagues, of a trilogy of books on psycho-spiritual trauma recovery. He has also authored a number of articles on psychological, spiritual, recovery, and social issues for a variety of national and international publications As a psychotherapist, Patrick specializes in the treatment of abuse and trauma, sexual addiction and compulsivity, couple counseling, and the integration of spirituality and psychology. He has been a hospital chaplain, a hospice counselor and a psychotherapist for over thirty years.
In addition, Patrick, with his wife, Sue Lauber-Fleming, RN, MA, LCSW, has led numerous workshops and trainings nationally and internationally for survivors and the professionals that work with them, focusing on both the psychological and spiritual needs of those wounded by trauma and abuse. In addition to his healing work with survivors, Pat has worked for 18 years with Catholic priests and brothers, and other clergy who are perpetrators of clerical sexual abuse. He has also worked as a consultant to a variety of religious and mental health groups who work with survivors, addicts and perpetrators.
In addition, to the psychological training, education, and clinical experience Patrick also has extensive training, education, and pastoral experience in spirituality and the spiritual needs of those suffering emotionally and physically. His mission throughout his career has been to integrate the best of psychology with the depths of spirituality to facilitate greater healing and change.
January 8, 2025
Insecure Writers Support Group 8 January 2025
January 8 question - Describe someone you admired when you were a child. Did your opinion of that person change when you grew up?
I wouldn't be able to remember seeing the first run of the classic Batman TV show since I was born in 1965 and the show aired between 1966 and 1969. However, I did see the show in reruns in the early 1970s, and my little heart flipped for Burt Ward as Robin. Adam West as Batman was also handsome, but he was closer to my dad's age range and seemed more like he'd be a nice uncle figure. When I aged myself up to a cool young adult in my mind, Robin seemed like a perfect match.
Yes, I was a bit precocious, creating self-insert fan fiction in my head at such a tender age. I wouldn't start writing such until I was twelve years old. In any case, I was head over heels for Robin, who was young, eager, cool, brave, and fun. I spent many hours daydreaming about him and the young adult version of me doing cool action things, taking down the bad guys, and then going on a date where we would hold hands and maybe end the night with a kiss on the cheek. I was between six and ten years old when I was imagining this. My teenage hormones hadn't kicked in yet, encouraging me to write the most cringe-worthy erotic scenes imaginable.
Years later, I learned about Burt Ward, the actor who brought Robin to life. Sometimes heroes disappoint, but Burt did not. He's a genuinely good person who is involved with animal welfare causes. He's a businessman, husband, father, and actor.
Burt was friends with Adam West in real life and their affection for one another shone through in their performances. I also learned that Burt really put himself into the role of Robin. He ended up in the emergency room several times after doing his own stunts.
It's uplifting when a celebrity continues to be worthy of admiration after you learn the truth about them. Burt is truly worthy of his iconic status. He is a hero in his own right.
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Genuinely Converted Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Gospel Truth to Help You Fulfill God’s Plan for Your Life
Christian Nonfiction
Date Published: October 9, 2024
Publisher: WestBow Press
Many people who think or say they are Christians may not really be and may not even know it.
Genuinely Converted spells out the concrete, recognizable signs that someone is genuinely converted, which means their old life has passed away and a new person has emerged.
Christian conversion is at the heart of the all-important questions that many of us have, such as “Why are we here?” and “What happens to us after we die?”
While our Christ-centered relationship with God starts with conversion, we must continue on to discipleship which is growing in Christ and living for Christ.
After reading this book, you’ll know how to:
· define the meaning of true conversion;
· identify the signs of conversion;
· recognize false gospels being preached today;
· respond to the message of the true Gospel, and stir your life in the right direction;
· prepare for the Rapture, and avoid the Great Tribulation;
· avoid being a fake or apostate Christian;
· be a genuine, victorious pastor or minister of the gospel.
Dr. Nworie, pastor, counselor, theologian and educator, explains that experiencing genuine conversion is the only way to really live out God’s purpose for your life.
With this book steeped in biblical wisdom, get the answers you need to fulfill your purpose on earth and prepare for the inevitable end God’s Word clearly talks about. The Gospel truth packed inside this book is indispensable for the present and future life of every person or priest. You won’t be the same after reading this book.
Genuinely Converted uses God’s Word to guide you to fulfill God’s plan for your life, be properly focused, reduce your stress, and prepare for heaven.
About the Author
Ben Nworie, Ph.D., M.Div., M.A., is the founding pastor of a Baptist Church in North Dallas, Texas, and the founding pastor of three Anglican Churches in California. As pastor, theologian, youth minister, counselor, and undefeated coach, he has trained dozens of church leaders and guided many people to genuine Christianity. He was a college faculty for over three decades. In California, Dr. Ben Nworie served as Education Professor at Biola University, and Azusa Pacific University (APU). At APU, he also served as Director of the Office of Faith Integration. He and his wife, Olive, currently live in Atlanta, Georgia.
Icarus Rising New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Icarus Rising
Series: Motherboards & Magic (#2)
Author: Stephanie Burke & Areana Senoj
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Release Date: January 3, 2025
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Length: 125 pages
Genre: Action Adventure, Futuristic, New Releases, Sci-Fi , Suspense
Themes: Alien Encounters, Bisexual, Multisexual, & Pansexual, Cyber-Punk, Gay, Hentai, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
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SynopsisDark clouds are gathering. Icarus is the light at the end of the tunnel. And in his wake: Chaos.
Even though dark clouds gather in the distance, Asher, Vers, and Korya start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. That “Light” is named Icarus, and with him comes chaos. Even as the trio’s immediate problem is solved, more people are out to get them.
With danger at every turn, they can only depend on each other. Who is this mysterious alien called Icarus? Is he there to help protect them from the DPL or are they about to become victims of an insidious plot to end the planet? Either way, the friction is burning as they take one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of Asher’s parents’ death, and what the DPL is hiding.
ExcerptIcarus Rising (Motherboards & Magic 2)Stephanie Burke & Areana SenojAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2024 Stephanie Burke & Areana SenojTO THE INDIVIDUAL WITH THE GOLDEN BLOOD:
WHOEVER IS THE RH NULL,
I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.
WE HAVE ISSUES TO DISCUSS THAT ARE PARAMOUNT TO THE PROTECTION OF THIS PLANET.
MEET ME AT THE SAHARA, LAS VEGAS
THE ALEXANDRIA SUITE (OF COURSE)
Even on second reading, the message made no sense to Korya. “Okay, what the fuck?”
Vers immediately pulled up Korya’s keyboard and began a trace. “You might want to get the boss,” Vers snapped, eyes intent as zis four-fingered hands flew over the keyboard. “I can’t find any trace, or even how they broke through your firewall.”
Korya, not needing to be told twice, spun on her pink fuzzy slippers and raced to the bathroom. “Asher!” she called out as she swung the door open and… froze.
Asher stood before her, absently toweling his waist-length hair, completely and utterly naked as the day he was born. His long hair flowed in inky waves down his back, the ends, dyed a lighter blue, drawing her attention for a moment before her gaze returned to his… other attributes. Oh, every creator god that ever existed, was that dick real?
But then her focus shifted back to his face and questioning look. His head tilted to the side, his cybernetic eye flared wide blue before a silver line overtook the red bar that had been there since he received news about his parents.
Her gaze wandered again, trailing over his golden skin, noting how soft and supple it looked, then back to his heart-shaped face -- and down his neck. Even though he was breathing and swallowing normally, she didn’t notice his neck muscles constrict.
“Korya?” His voice box looked off, like it didn’t move naturally.
Her attention then traveled to his right arm, muscular and powerful looking as he rubbed at his scalp. His other hand let go of his fall of hair to rest on his hips as he adjusted his stance, then shifted his weight on his legs. And that was where the jaw-dropping confusion reasserted itself in Korya’s brain.
His left arm and hand were a strange, steel gray with what looked like swirls of silver. It covered his left arm from the shoulder down to his fingertips and both legs. The water flowed along the metal muscles that looked and moved as natural as flesh but strangely was not. Fuck. She’d forgotten that he had lost both of his legs and one arm…
But… how? If not for the color and the too graceful and smooth movements of his body, she would have totally forgotten the greater portion of his physiology was cybernetic.
But what beautiful technology, she decided as she tracked the shifting movements under the metallic skin of his thick thighs, down to his toes flexing on her shower mat, and then back up to his calves.
Her new boss was metal… well, mostly. Her gaze darted back up to his left shoulder where she would be damned if she could even see how the flesh attached to the metal. It was a smooth, seamless transition. Only the fact that the golden flesh tones of his skin faded into the stark steel-gray metal gave away his android leanings.
But damn, each muscle was defined and sculpted beautifully. Her gaze dropped to his hips where his perfect Adonis belt melded into metal in a beautiful flow that only the world’s best artists or poets could do it the most justice.
“There are veins!” she all but shouted as she moved closer, dropping to her knees and reaching out a tentative hand for the closest thigh.
She didn’t even notice his flinch, only that he stepped back a bit and stared down at her, his confused look turning incredulous as she got a closer look at what so fascinated her.
Truly, Asher would be flattered but he knew her fascination had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the hardware he sported.
“Can I help you?” he asked as she looked up at him, flushed bright red, and pulled her hand back.
“Uh… I mean… did this hurt?” Then she winced, thinking her previous question the most stupid that had ever fallen out of her mouth. “That was a dumb question. Of course, it hurt. How in the galaxy did they manage… I mean the seams are nonexistent. And you look so real…”
“Yeah, just like a real boy.” His tone was pissy at best, but he really didn’t care. There was a woman kneeling at his feet and reaching for parts of his body that only he and his many varied doctors… okay. He really didn’t care who was staring at him, any parts of him. His shame had died a hard death when they had to lift his dick for him to take a piss. The legs came first, after all, and over time they’d built the graphene skeleton for his left arm and replace the pulverized bones in his right. The legs were an easy build and began to look more and more human as the augmentation therapy advanced, but the arms… He remembered standing under the water of a hot shower for the first time in months when they finally got his legs attached and healed… and the complete humiliation of someone having to scrub between his butt cheeks after every time he took a shit when they finally allowed him solid foods. They were kind enough to do scar removal from the colostomy bag but by that time, he had been poked, prodded, scanned, examined, and touched on every part of his body, intimate or not. A female on her knees before him while he was naked was something he’d experienced several times before. Someone who was neither a medical nor scientific doctor touching him and without his consent, however…
“Did you need something, really, or is this just a thing you do? If it is, I’m sure Vers will be more amenable --”
“I’m sorry.” Korya moaned, slapping both hands over her eyes and lowering her head, giggling nervously.
No, not nervously -- more like she was shocked by her actions. But not too shocked, because yes, that was her, parting some fingers to get another look at his junk… or… what was she staring at?Purchase at Changeling Press LLC
Meet the AuthorsStephanie Burke
Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.
From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.
Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts, an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied legends and theories to improve her writing skills.
Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.
Facebook | TwitterAreana SenojAreana Senoj is a multi-genre writer of erotic romance, paranormal, and sci-fi fantasy fiction. She’s been an actress, singer, dancer, educator, and, briefly, a stay-at-home “tennis, soccer, and band mom,” as well as a small business entrepreneur. Now she’s enjoying a new career living life as a full-time writer. She’s thrilled to join Changeling Press, where she's teamed up with USA Today Best Selling Author Stephanie Burke, co-authoring Motherboards and Magic.Facebook | TwitterGiveawayOne lucky winner will receive a $10.00 Changeling Press Gift Code!
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January 7, 2025
Happy New Year from Ornery Owl and Project 60 #MFRWHooks
This book does not have a cover yet. It is an ongoing project. The following is my potential blurb.
**Sixty: A Journey of Healing and Self-Discovery**
At sixty, the world seems like a kaleidoscope ofvibrant colors and shadowy memories, intertwining the beauty of livedexperience with the weight of past trauma. In Sixty, a deeplypersonal memoir and guided workbook, a former nurse shares herprofound journey through the valleys of mental illness, eatingdisorders, and the complexities of living with a disability.
Withgrace and candor…
Oh, hell, let’s get real.
Withrage and snark tempered by compassion and empathy, Cara H, AKA OrneryOwl, unveils the raw truth about an often painful life. She offersessays that capture the pain of abuse, betrayal, and self-loathingwith the healing power of self-expression. Each chapter includesheartfelt reflections and incorporates art therapy and other creativeprompts to encourage readers to explore their own stories andemotions. This book invites you to embrace vulnerability, fostering asafe space for creativity and healing through journaling.
Asyou navigate Sixty, you'll find relatable struggles, insightfulencouragement, and practical tools to help you face your own hurdles.This is not just a memoir—it's a companion for those seekingsolace, empowerment, and inspiration amid life’s challenges.Whether you are facing challenges of your own or supporting someoneelse's fight, Sixty will resonate deeply with you, demonstrating thatdespite our scars, we can rediscover our strength and take back ournarrative.
Join Ornery Owl on this transformative journeytoward healing and self-acceptance and unlock the creative potentialwithin you. Because every life, no matter how challenging, is acanvas waiting to be painted and a story waiting to be told.
Excerpt
Happy New Year! Today is January 1, 2025, and I amfifty-nine years, ten months, and seventeen days old. I will turnsixty on February 15. I am an old fat lady with long gray hair. I amon disability. My boobs sag and my ass hurts. I am still trying tofigure out life, the Universe, and everything, especially me.
I already typed some 800 words, so this first entrymay be a mercifully brief drabble. Or I may add to it. Whatever.
I will be getting up every hour to move my ass inorder to hopefully minimize the pain in my ass.
This one’s gonna be more than a drabble, Kids.
I am listening to this Summer Never Ends deepprogressive house mix.
Summer has ended in my neck of the woods. It’s 9degrees Fahrenheit outside and colder than a well-digger’s ass inmy bedroom.
Friends, if you want to be obsessed with your ass,develop sciatica. You will think of nothing but how much your asshurts.
I’m now getting up to move my ass. Back in aminute.
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The chapter also contains an art prompt, a coloring page, and the day's playlist.
Follow this link to access the full post.
https://ornerybookemporium.blogspot.com/2025/01/project-60-first-post-up-now.html
Each post is available for free until I put up a new one. Then, the previous post goes behind a paywall.
I've been wanting to bring this project to life for many years. I'm finally making it happen. I hope you find it helpful on your own creative journey.
With love,
Ornery Owl
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Taken By the Faerie Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Urban Fantasy
Date Published: January 10, 2025
Thaddeus Maguire is a vampire. He can’t remember the last time he felt young, vibrant and alive. He’s made choices he regrets, but when one of those mistakes comes back to haunt him, he’s forced to face his past. The only place a hungry, beaten vampire can heal and recharge is the best sanctuary for anyone paranormal. Eerie.
When he forces himself through a portal to his hometown, he lands at the feet of the most beautiful flame-red haired Faerie he’s ever seen. The moment he looks up at Tasia, he’s in love. But who could love a broken vampire?
Tasia isn’t afraid of the damaged vampire, and she’s determined to make him see he’s more than his mistakes.
Can they outrun his past and find a future before his biggest mistake destroys them? Love is possible when you’ve been taken by the Faerie.
EXCERPT
“You’re dangerous.”
“I know.” Clayton’s eyes flashed. “I also know you’re sending them to Eerie. I can’t touch them there, but I can touch you here. Send another and I’ll fuck you up.”
“You will?” He had no doubt. Clayton didn’t care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted. “Why is that?”
“Because I made them for food. I made them so I can use them. I made them because I want a fucking army.” Clayton stepped into Thaddeus’s personal space. “I made them so they’ll fight vermin like you.”
“Like me? Come now. That’s so harsh.” He shouldn’t bait Clayton, but he didn’t care. He’d allowed Clayton and his band of marauders to screw with his life for years. No more. “What are you going to do about it? Are you going to kick my ass again? You’ve done it so much that it’s lost the threat.”
“Oh?” Clayton punched hard into Thaddeus’s stomach. The impact threw Thaddeus backward and would’ve knocked the wind out of him -- if he’d have had breath in his body. Not for years.
Thaddeus winced and gritted his teeth, but grinned. “Is that all you have?”
“No.” Clayton withdrew a butterfly knife from his pocket and slashed it through the air. He hacked into Thaddeus’s chest, leaving trails of gray blood in his wake. He sliced down Thaddeus’s arm, then across his belly. He shoved the knife into Thaddeus’s abdomen. “Had enough?”
“I’m good. Wear yourself out.” He didn’t want another slashing, but he wasn’t about to show that. The less Clayton knew he was in pain, the better.
“You can’t protect all of them. Can’t save them or even be the good guy. You’ll never redeem yourself,” Clayton said. He twisted the knife. “You went down that road years ago and you can’t undo it, so don’t try. Accept you’re a fucking loser and will never be anything but.” He yanked the knife out and shook the blood onto the asphalt as if the blood were water on his sleeve. He walked away, then glanced over his shoulder and pointed to his eyes.
Of course, he was being watched. That’s how these beings worked. No one ever got away free.
Thaddeus held his belly and managed to form a portal. Fucker. Clayton had done a number on him this time. It’d take a few days to recover. He would -- vampires didn’t die without involving silver or crucifixes, and Clayton was smart enough not to use either.
He couldn’t protect the human world forever. The regular world’s vastness was more than one being could handle. He’d need help.
Then again, he couldn’t be the only protector.
Jesus H. Christ. Where were the others? Asleep at the wheel? Probably.
He shook his head and stepped through the portal into Eerie and quickly closed the opening behind him. The faster he sealed the opening, the better the chances he could get away from Clayton, even if only for now.
He sank to the ground and bowed his head. He needed to recharge. Fuck, he should find a nice corner and hide. His skin would eventually seal over and the damage within him would go away, but a good meal would help. Being in Eerie didn’t mean he’d find one quickly.
He’d fought off Clayton for years, but he couldn’t keep going. Not like this. Besides, why in the name of hell did Clayton need to destroy so much?
He lifted his head and drank in his surroundings. He’d forgotten how bright the town could be. After a moment, he realized he’d stepped into the Faerie block. God love those Faeries; they lived for their audacious colors.
Then there he was -- he hated anything that wasn’t black. Blend in and don’t be seen.
He looked around and his stomach churned. Not from the lack of blood, but the sickeningly sweet location. There had to be at least three cupcake shops on the block. Who needed so much sugar?
Not him.
“Excuse me. Do you need help?” A red haired Faerie, dressed in a pale green dress, touched his shoulder. When he met her gaze, electricity shot through him. His skin tingled from her touch. When she smiled, she warmed him throughout. The odd look in her eyes confused him, though. Was that interest or fear?
“You do need help. Are you… you’re cut. Oh, Hera, please let me help you.” She grasped him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. “What happened to you? No, I get it. I see, and I’m not letting you languish out here.”
“What are you talking about?” He didn’t understand how she’d figured out he had a problem, other than the slashes and blood. The way she talked, it was like she knew what was going on. Had she seen other vampires coming to Eerie after being assaulted? How many more of them were there? “How do you seem to know what I’m thinking? What’s in my gut?”
“We should talk.” She nodded to a bench, then paused. “We could stop here by the street, but you’re safer if you come with me to the Hall. We’ll go to my work.”
“You’re a cop.” He dug in his heels as best he could. “I’m not going to the cops.” He’d done that plenty of other times and usually landed in jail for twenty-four hours for what was claimed to be his own protection. Har. More like the protection of the community.
If he’d gone mad or gone rogue, then everyone was in danger, but he hadn’t on either account. He was just fine. Hurt, but fine. Beyond that, the cops tended to have mages and necromancers on their staff who could read his mind. They’d see way more than he wanted to share.
About the Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
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January 6, 2025
Joe Bill Campbell Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
JUST WIN BABY: THE GAME OF LIFE
101 Game Changing Christian Devotionals for Young Athletes/Young Adults
Christian Nonfiction / Sports / History
Date Published: November 10, 2023
Publisher: WestBow Press
Just Win Baby contains 101 devotionals to help young athletes and young adults navigate life with Jesus Christ as their head coach.
Joe Bill Campbell, a successful trial attorney, former college athlete, and a Christian gives each devotional a title derived from a word, term, expression, idiom, or metaphor that comes from the sports world but is used in everyday living. Following each title are Bible verses that provide context and meaning to the titled expression.
The Bible verses are followed by a message to the young athlete and/or young adult, explaining how the term or expression plays a role in daily life. The author follows up each message with insights on how to win at the game of life with Jesus Christ leading the way. At the close of each devotional is space to write your own comments, notes, and reflections.
The bottom line is the only way to achieve victory—in this life and in the life beyond—by developing a personal relationship with your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Virtue Triumphs Vice
Christian Nonfiction / Bible Study
Date Published: September 17, 2024
Which emotion do you value the most: love or hate? Who do you respect and cherish the most: your friends or your enemies? What do you prefer to hear: the truth or lies? What means more to you: success or failure? What would you rather experience: joy or sadness? How do you see the glass of water: half full or half empty? Where do you want to spend eternity: heaven or hell? 133 million Americans go to work every day, 3.5 billion worldwide. There are more than 30 million small businesses in America. Every person, indeed, every business, has three things in common: a place to work (workplace), a culture (environment); and a CHOICE. You can choose to be virtuous or to engage in vices. Virtue Triumphs Vice uses expressions, idioms, and metaphors, supported by Christian scripture and common sense, to bring Christian values to the workplace to improve the culture. There are approximately 1.3 million violent workplace victimizations in American every year. Virtue Triumphs Vice seeks to improve the workplace environment in a manner that is not only pleasing to owners, employers, employees, but more importantly, to God.
About the Author
A lifetime of faith, integrity, and commitment to God’s will.
Welcome to the official website of Joe Bill Campbell! Joe Bill is a lifelong resident of Bowling Green, Kentucky, who has spent more than 50 years practicing law as a high-stakes litigator. A dedicated servant leader and former President of the Kentucky Bar Association, Joe Bill has been recognized as one of Kentucky’s top lawyers and is a Fellow in the American College of Trial Lawyers. Now, in his retirement, Joe Bill has turned his passion toward writing Christian devotionals. His works reflect a lifetime of faith, integrity, and commitment to God’s will.
Here, you’ll discover his published devotionals, including Virtue Triumphs Vice and Just Win Baby: The Game of Life, as well as his upcoming release The Christian Lawyer: Not an Oxymoron. Joe Bill believes in the transformative power of faith, family, and friendship, and he shares these values through his writing.
Thank you for visiting! We invite you to explore Joe Bill’s journey and the wisdom he shares through his devotionals.
January 5, 2025
Dear Presti: The Prince's Pen Pal New Release Blitz
Title: Dear Presti: the Prince's Pen Pal
Author: Karrie Roman
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 12/31/2024
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 65686
Genre: Contemporary, humor, romance, royalty, blue collar, Australia, England, pen pals
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DescriptionTwo men. One a royal born and bred, the other…not.
Prince James lives a life of stifling duty behind the walls of Buckingham Palace. He keeps his secrets and his stiff upper lip while dreaming of the day he will be free to find the man of his dreams. It’s a day he believes might never come. Until Prestidigitation Jones, an ethnobotany student from a small town in Australia, bursts into his life.
Prestidigitation marches to his own beat along with his small group of family and friends. He long ago accepted most people found him a little eccentric, but that won’t stop him from living on his own terms. Though happy enough, Presti dreams of finding a man who accepts him as he is and loves him unconditionally.
A fated meeting throws them together. An attraction blooms, and a friendship begins. Distance keeps them apart, but destiny brings them together.
Through a trail of exposed secrets, false starts and unfathomable tragedy, James and Presti’s feelings for each other grow stronger. Does James have the courage to fight for his dream? Can Presti face the public scrutiny of being the plus one of the spare to the throne?
Surely together, they can find their way to happiness/find their happily ever after.ExcerptDear Presti: the Prince’s Pen PalKarrie Roman © 2024All Rights Reserved
Some people have a unique gift bestowed on them at birth. Perhaps one they enjoy bragging about or showing off at parties, performing these oddities like show ponies. The only gift I possessed seemed to be attracting unwanted attention.
Unlike many in these strange days of reality TV and phone cameras, I preferred to remain unnoticed. Anonymous. Out of the spotlight. Thank you very much. My dearest friend, Astrid, delighted in pointing out how I drew attention as if I were a magnet. She blamed the fantastical way I’d entered the world. She claimed that it was simply not possible for me to remain in the background after I’d burst onto the world stage in such a public way at my unusual birth.
I adored my best friend even if she did have an annoying tendency to be correct.
Though I attempted to move wraith-like through my days, I tended to stand out like a rainbow on a grey day. That’s how my mother described me, at any rate.
I did not like this state of affairs one little bit.
On this overcast day, the rainbow hovered just out of sight as I attempted to wade through the press of bodies on the overcrowded bus. I tried to move silently, ghost-like. Moving this way and that, shifting to avoid others so I didn’t so much as graze anybody.
“I beg your pardon. Did you say you’re studying poo, young man?” The woman screeched as I pressed against her legs. She clacked her knitting needles at a prodigious rate of knots, quite heedless of how perilously close they were to poking the large man sitting next to her.
“No, ma’am. I said I’m trying to get through.” All eyes were fixed on our interaction, except those who chose sensibly to travel on public transport using earbuds. Those people remained happily serenaded by Bruce Springsteen or some other artist. Eminently sensible, I thought.
The octogenarian knitter nodded and returned to her stitches, leaving me to smile awkwardly at those around us.
Mentioning poo is not the best place to start my story—and I swear there will be no further scatological mentions—but I must begin this tale somewhere.
Much like life, when we are thrust kicking and screaming into this world, starting at the beginning is the best way to go. So it is at my birth that we must begin.
My fantastical birth, as previously hinted at, is quite the tale. It’s also where some might argue I peaked as a person and had my promised fifteen minutes of fame, all in one ignominious day. All this greatness and celebrity happened to me the day I was born, so I don’t remember it myself, yet I feel pretty scarred by it, nonetheless. For better or worse, I also own plenty of photos and articles to look back on so I can reminisce about my extraordinary birth. It’s not everyone who can claim a naked photo of themselves on just about every worldwide newspaper front page.
You see, my mother, the sweetest and kindest woman I’ve ever known, is also somewhat odd. At least my grandfather always described her as such. I prefer to think of her as one of those people that extraordinary things happen to. I think it was from her that I received my gift.
Her strict, conservative father, Grandpa Joe, never had any flavour to his life that I ever saw—no joy. He fancied himself the keeper of everyone’s soul. He lived miserably while trying to save us all from hellfire and brimstone. To my young eyes, he seemed melancholy. He may have loved stomping about his run-down home—asylum, as I liked to think of it—swearing at the television as if the people he cursed might take the trouble to answer. He apparently never found any happiness in it though. A smile from Grandpa Joe would be like stumbling across a blooming corpse flower.
When I think back on Grandpa Joe, sadness at his misery most often strikes me. More times than I could count, I tried to tell him not to worry about what everybody else was getting up to or with whom and instead enjoy what he had around him. Nine times out of ten, he bit my head off for my trouble. The one time out of ten he spread his arms wide and asked, “Enjoy what exactly?”
Poor Grandpa Joe, whether he loved the curmudgeon life or not, it loved him. Mum liked to say that being such a cranky old fart kept Joe alive until his early eighties when he rightfully should have died much sooner. Grandpa Joe loved his daily whiskies and packs of smokes. A courageous doctor once told him that he had the heart of a ninety-year-old. Of course, Joe was only sixty-eight at the time. But that was Joe.
He wasn’t often proud of Mum and me, but he shone with pride the day I was born, or so I’ve been told.
Getting back to that day, you should know that our queen—bless her—has been on the throne for sixty years this year. But when I was born, it had only been forty glorious years. Her fortieth year of reigning coincided with Australia hosting the Olympic Games. It was a festive year for Australia. Our highest medal tally at the games and our longest reigning monarch all in the same three hundred sixty-five days. Celebrations spilled onto the streets.
That year was a big one for my mum too. First and most importantly—she always says—she got pregnant with me. Around the same time, she successfully applied to be a volunteer at the Games. It was to be her first job, not that she’d be getting paid, but just the same, Grandpa Joe proudly told everyone he met. Mum had never had a job before. Too flighty, Joe had often said. Her head always in the clouds. Mine would have been, too, if I’d had to listen to Grandpa ranting and raving daily.
Anyway, Mum volunteered at the Olympic Games and did quite a good job. People liked her good heart and kindness. Grandpa Joe seemed to be the only one who cared about her flightiness and general lack of ambition. In fact, Mum made the news a few times during the games for being Australia’s best mascot, showing the world the kind of people we were.
Mum became so well known that when the queen went on a Commonwealth tour as part of her ruby jubilee—rubilee as Mum called it—she insisted that my mum and a handful of other volunteers were present at the athletes’ meet and greet. Imagine Grandpa Joe’s face when he discovered his daughter would meet the queen. Well, we don’t know what his face was because he’d kicked Mum out for getting pregnant without a husband by then. I guess it’s self-explanatory that he took her back, but that wasn’t till after I was born.
So, the athletes’ parade happened, and we all ended up at Government House for luncheon with the queen. I say we because, of course, I was there in my mum’s belly—but there just the same. During the luncheon, each athlete and volunteer was presented to the queen with cameras rolling for the poor folk at home to gander at.
The volunteers were to be presented at the end, but Mum told me later she didn’t care; she’d have waited all day to meet Queen Anne. Mum admires the guts out of that older woman. Even to this day, she’ll stand and sing “God Save the Queen” as loud as she can whenever she hears it, no matter where or when. No matter that it hasn’t been our national anthem for decades.
I guess that explains why Mum didn’t let the little fact that she’d been having labour pains all day deter her from her chance to meet Her Majesty.
The doctors told Mum later that I must have been crowning when Mum attempted an ill-advised curtsey before the queen. Rather appropriate term, I always thought—and so too did the newspapers when they reported on the baby who’d been born at the feet of the monarch. “Couldn’t Wait to Meet His Queen,” one newspaper headline had declared. That same article described how I’d shot out of my mum and landed on the royal toes. Mum never liked that article. She hated how common they had made it sound, talking about Her Majesty attempting to catch me like a football punt.
And so, there was my fifteen minutes of fame. Photos of my newly-arrived-into-the-world, utterly naked body lying at the feet of Queen Anne splashed in the worldwide media. A few also showed pictures of the queen’s stunned expression or my mother’s contorted face as she pushed the last of me out.
Queen Anne bore the hubbub well. She’d looked down at me and then at my mother before saying, “Well, that is either the best bit of prestidigitation I’ve ever seen, or you’ve just had a baby, my dear.”
And that was how I got my name.
Prestidigitation Jones.PurchaseNineStar Press | Books2Read
Meet the AuthorKarrie lives in Australia’s sunshine state with her husband and two sons, though she hates the sun with a passion. She dreams of one day living in the wettest and coldest habitable place she can find. She has been writing stories in her head for years but has finally managed to pull the words out of her head and share them with others. She spends her days trying to type her stories on the computer without disturbing her beloved cat Lu curled up on the keyboard. She probably reads far too much.Website | XGiveawayOne lucky winner will receive a $50.00 NineStar Press Gift Code! a Rafflecopter giveaway
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