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December 17, 2024
Get Real About Thriving In 2025 Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Self-help, Stress Management, Personal Development, Self Esteem,
Date Published: December 17, 2024
2025 is your moment to rise, silence the noise, and redefine your life like never before!
Get Real About Thriving in 2025 is not just another self-help book—it’s your game-changing guide to navigating life’s complexities with creativity, humor, and unshakable confidence. Whether you’re overwhelmed by financial pressures, reassessing friendships, or simply seeking balance amidst the chaos, this empowering quick-read will help you focus on what truly matters.
Inside, you’ll uncover:
* Strategies to build resilience and break free from negativity.
* Practical tools to revamp your finances, nurture meaningful relationships, and align with your goals.
* Creative exercises to unlock your potential and spark transformative success.
* Witty insights to help you tackle challenges with grace, humor, and determination.
* With its fresh take on redefining priorities and silencing distractions, this book transforms your challenges into stepping stones toward greatness. Whether you’re pursuing personal growth, professional breakthroughs, or emotional clarity, Get Real About Thriving in 2025 provides the roadmap to reclaim your power and thrive.
Stop waiting for the perfect moment—create it! Order your copy today and make 2025 your boldest, most fulfilling year yet.
About the Author
Jennifer Barrette: A Life of Creativity and Getting Real
Jennifer is an artist, a creator, and an endlessly curious writer with a passion for middle-grade fiction. Now in her mid-50s, she’s ready to share the wisdom she’s gathered along the way.
Growing up surrounded by books, sketchpads, and paintbrushes, Jennifer developed a lifelong love for creating stories and art. Her early career saw her designing everything from furniture to homes and painting massive murals that brought spaces to life. But when a neck injury clipped her ladder-climbing wings, Jennifer didn’t stop creating—she pivoted. She began illustrating books, which opened the door to editing, and eventually, she discovered her passion for writing books, developing characters and fantastical worlds for them to live in.
As the Vice President of Transmedia Entertainment, Jennifer is more than just a writer. She’s a world-builder, shaping stories that leap from page to screen, creating experiences that captivate across platforms. Now, with her Get Real About series, she’s turning her talents to self-help, offering practical tools and heartfelt advice to tackle life’s twists and turns. Under the banner of Get Real About Books, Jennifer’s mission is clear: to empower people with no-nonsense resources that inspire meaningful change. Whether it’s a journal, a planner, or a book brimming with actionable insights, Jennifer’s creations are designed to help real people find real solutions—and maybe even a bit of magic along the way.
"At Get Real About Books, our mission is to help people tackle life’s challenges head-on, with practical, no-nonsense resources. From printables, eBooks, to physical books, journals, planners, and audiobooks, we create tools that offer clear, actionable guidance on topics like personal growth, mental health, creativity, and wellness. Our goal is to empower individuals to get real about their journey, embrace meaningful change, and live authentically. No fluff—just real solutions for real people." -Jenn
A proud mom of four (including twin sons and two daughters), Jennifer lives in Northern California with her Caribbean husband, who doubles as her business partner, and a lively crew of pets—including two Bernese Mountain Dogs Ruby & Louie.
In 2025 Jennifer will be launching more Get Real projects as well as two children's books (An internationally themed Picture book for ages 3-8 and a very exciting Middle Grade book series for 8-12 year-olds. So stay tuned for more books drops as the new year unfolds! You can join her mailing list for monthly updates!
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Heart of a Hero Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Swift Angels MC (#1)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Firefighters, Slow Burn
Date Published: December 20, 2024
Publisher: Changeling Press
The unexpected twists and turns in life often lead to the most beautiful surprises.
Nora: If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that life never goes according to plan. But having my apartment burn down was certainly not on my to-do list. Being trapped with my daughter, the flames drawing closer, was the most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced. Until the sexiest firefighter I’ve ever seen came swinging through my window and saved us.
I should have known our heroic rescuer wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing when he heard we had nowhere else to go. So now we’re staying with him, and the more I learn about Dawson Kane, the harder I start to fall for him. But what if he breaks my heart just like all the others?
Dawson: Growing up as the son of a Dixie Reaper, I’ve seen so many couples come together, having fallen in love at first sight. Never thought it would happen to me. Now that it has, I’m going to hold onto Nora and her daughter Taylor with everything I have. Even finding out she’s three months pregnant isn’t enough to scare me off. Her ex causing trouble doesn’t either. I’m going to prove to her she’s worth fighting for.
Now I just have to confess to my dad that I not only helped start my own motorcycle club, but I’m the VP. The holidays are supposed to be the time for miracles, and I’m going to need several! One to ensure my dad doesn’t kill me when he finds out what I’ve been hiding from him, another to make Nora stay with me forever, and the last one to get rid of her psycho ex once and for all.
Uncover a tale of love that defies the odds in “Heart of a Hero,” perfect for fans of romance with a touch of danger.
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Dawson
The alarm blared through the station, jolting me into action. “Apartment fire on 5th and Maple!” someone shouted. My heart pounded as I threw on my bunker gear, the heavy coat and pants weighing me down but also steeling my resolve. I joined my team as we raced to the fire truck, sirens already wailing.
As we sped through the city streets, I tried to calm my nerves and focus. Flames. Smoke. People trapped. This is what I trained for. What I lived for.
We screeched to a halt outside the burning apartment building, flames licking out the windows and thick black smoke billowing into the sky. My eyes watered from the acrid stench as I leaped out and assessed the inferno before me. It was worse than I thought. The fire had engulfed the entire building, all the way to the top floors, orange tongues of flame bursting through some of the top floor windows.
The captain walked off to assess the situation and I stared at the building in horror. Evan came up beside me letting out a long whistle. “Damn. Think someone’s Christmas lights caused this?”
I shrugged. This time of year, anything was possible. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Cap came back and gave us our orders, and the crew got to work dousing the building. Another fire station responded, and soon we had two hoses trying to tame the flames. I wasn’t sure it was going to be enough.
Captain Briggs came over a few minutes later, his face grim. He pointed up, and I followed to a window on the top floor. “Dawson, we got a woman trapped on the eighth floor.”
My blood ran cold. “I’ll get her, Cap. Just get the ladder truck in place and --”
“No can do.” Briggs shook his head firmly. “The fire’s too intense. The building’s not stable, and the flames will weaken the ladder. No way to reach her.”
“Cap, we can’t just leave her!” I clenched my fists, my mind racing for a solution.
“Nothing we can do, son.” Briggs put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. Sometimes, we lose people. You know this already. It’s part of the job.”
I shrugged him off, still staring at the raging flames. Like hell was I giving up on her. Not while there was still a chance. I scanned the adjacent building, an idea starting to form. It was risky as all get-out but it just might work.
The roar of the inferno faded as determination flooded through me. I knew what I had to do. I turned to Briggs, my voice low and urgent.
“I’ve got a plan, Cap. Trust me.”
Briggs narrowed his eyes at me, suspicion etched on his face. “What are you thinking, Dawson?”
I pointed to the adjacent building. “I can get to the roof from there, rappel down to her window, and bring her back up.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Briggs barked, his face turning red. “That’s suicide! I order you to keep your ass on the ground, Kane.”
But I was already moving, sprinting toward the neighboring building. Briggs shouted after me, but his words were lost in the chaos. I knew he was just trying to protect me, but I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Not when a life hung in the balance.
I burst through the door of the adjacent building, my heart pounding in my chest. The stairwell stretched before me, a daunting climb to the top. But I didn’t hesitate, taking the steps two at a time, my bunker gear weighing me down.
Sweat poured down my face, my lungs burning with each breath. But I pushed through the pain, focusing on the task at hand. I had to reach the roof. I had to save her.
I reached the top floor, slamming through the door to the roof. The cool night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the heat of the stairwell. I rushed to the edge, my eyes scanning the burning building before me.
There, on the eighth floor, a window illuminated by the dancing flames. A woman leaned out the window, screaming for help. A little girl clung to her. My heart clenched at the sight.
I knew I didn’t have much time. The building could go at any moment.
I stepped back from the edge, my mind racing. The gap between the buildings was wide, the flames licking at the sides of the apartment complex. One wrong move, and it was all over.
But I couldn’t let fear take hold. This was what I was meant to do. Even if this next shift was my last, it didn’t matter. Every life I saved made it all worthwhile.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The heat of the fire was palpable even from this distance. I forced myself to focus, to draw on every ounce of training and experience I had.
“You can do this, Dawson,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible over the roar of the flames. “You were born for this.”
I opened my eyes, my gaze locked on the window across the way. The woman and child were still there, the woman’s movements growing more desperate by the second.
My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I knew what I had to do.
I took a step back, my muscles coiled like a spring. The weight of my gear seemed to fall away, my mind crystal clear. I could almost feel the presence of my team below, their silent support giving me strength. Except the captain, who looked ready to murder me for defying his orders.
“Hang on,” I whispered, as if the woman could hear me. “I’m coming.”
And with that, I took a running start, my feet pounding against the rooftop. The edge rushed toward me, the gap between the buildings yawning wide.
But I didn’t hesitate. I pushed off with all my might, my body arcing through the air. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world falling away beneath me.
And then I was flying; the wind whipped past my face, and the flames reached up to meet me. My heart was in my throat, and my pulse pounded in my ears.
I didn’t look down. I kept my eyes on the prize, on the window growing larger with each passing second. I could see the woman’s face now, her features etched with fear and desperation.
I braced myself for impact, my body tensing as I prepared to land. The heat of the fire was overwhelming, and if it hadn’t been for my gear, I knew the smoke would have choked my lungs.
I landed on the opposite rooftop, rolling with the impact. One of my firefighter brothers was on the rooftop behind me, the one I’d just vacated. He held up a coil of rope and I nodded. I’d been so focused on reaching the woman and kid, I hadn’t even thought to grab anything. I’d have figured it out once I got there.
Evan ran toward the ledge, much like I had to just done, then he was airborne. He landed a little more gracefully than I had, then found a place to tie off the rope.
“I’m going to rappel down to the window,” I said.
Evan looked around. “Better hurry. This building isn’t going to stand much longer, and the flames will probably eat through the rope pretty quick.”
I nodded and braced my feet on the ledge of the building, my hand gripping the rope. It seemed to be holding, so I started my descent. The window came into view, and I swung through the opening.
The woman and her daughter were huddled in the corner, their faces streaked with soot and tears. The fire had already eaten through their door and was fast approaching.
“It’s okay,” I said, my voice steady. “I’m here to help.”
And as I gathered the little girl in my arms, then secured her to my back, I knew this was my calling… the one thing I was meant to do. I used the rope to climb back to the rooftop and handed the little girl off to Evan.
“Where’s the woman?” he asked.
“I’m going back for her. Get the girl out of here.”
Evan shook his head. “Not leaving you behind.”
I didn’t argue with him. Didn’t have the time to do so. I went back down and through the window again, this time getting the woman out of the burning building. The flames had already traveled across the carpeted floor and I knew even a second later, they’d have been blistering her skin. As it was, she might very well have burns from the heat.
The flames licked at us as I shielded the woman with my body. I went back up the rope, and as I looked up, I saw Evan’s frantic expression. That’s when I noticed the fire already trying to eat through the rope. It wasn’t going to hold. Making a drastic decision, I climbed faster, and when I thought I was close enough, I grabbed the woman’s arm.
“I need you to let go,” I shouted over the raging fire.
She shook her head. “No.”
“I’m going to toss you up to him. This rope is about to burn through.”
Her eyes widened, and her grip loosened enough for me to put my plan into action. I wrapped the rope around my leg and used my other to secure my hold. Keeping one hand on the top of the rope, I swung the woman up toward Evan.
He leaned over the rooftop, his fingers grasping at her hand. Once he’d grabbed hold, I let go of her. I watched as he pulled her onto the rooftop, and then I looked at where the flames were eating through the rope already.
Time was up.
I kicked the rope free of my feet, holding it in both hands now. Then I walked sideways to my left a few steps. Calculating the distance between my current location and the nearest window at the next building, I decided it was now or never. I ran, my feet pushing against the building until I reached the end, and then I was soaring through the air. The building was within reach, when the rope snapped.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I heard a roaring in my ears, as I started to fall. Thanks to my momentum and mass, I had just enough of an arced trajectory that I managed to grab hold of a windowsill on my way down. My shoulder screamed at me, and I grabbed hold of the bricks with my other hand.
Just as my grip was starting to slip, the window jerked up and another firefighter looked down at me.
“You going to hang out all day, or come inside?” He smirked.
“Fuck you. Get me the hell inside the building.”
He helped me over the windowsill and into what appeared to be someone’s bedroom. “We vacated this building and the one on the other side of the inferno. Not taking chances of a spark catching.”
“Good. Now let’s get down to the ground so the captain can chew my ass out.”
He snorted. “Damn right he will!”
In the stairway, I spotted Evan with the woman and child. Their faces were streaked with soot, but at least they were alive. I straightened, the weight of what we’d just accomplished hitting me like a ton of bricks. Everyone else had given up on them. If I hadn’t ignored the captain, these two would be dead right now.
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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Living Fearless In Christ Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Why I Left Islam to Win Battles for the Kingdom
Non Fiction / Christian / Memoir
Date Published: 12/10/2024
Publisher: Elite Online Publishing
In Living Fearless in Christ, author Hedieh Mirahmadi Falco unveils her powerful story of transformation—from a life defined by unbridled ambition, toxic relationships, and the rigid confines of religious dogma to one overflowing with freedom, purpose, and the healing love of Jesus Christ. Once a devout Muslim, Hedieh’s journey into the Christian faith is both a testament to her resilience and a roadmap for those seeking courage amidst the turbulence of modern life.
As she candidly shares her struggles with personal demons and the chaos of a high-stakes career, Hedieh reveals the powerful truth she discovered–only Christ breaks every chain. Through her gripping and hope-filled narrative, she shines a light on the path from victim to victor, inspiring readers to step boldly into their own divine purpose.
A beacon of hope and wisdom, Hedieh brings practical insights and a message that resonates deeply with anyone in search of true freedom. Living Fearless in Christ isn’t just a memoir; it’s an invitation to unleash your own boundless potential, overcome adversity, and trust in the one who offers ultimate peace and purpose.
About the Author
Hedieh Mirahmadi Falco brings a wealth of experience from her dynamic career in national security to her latest venture as an author. With over two decades dedicated to serving in various capacities, including as a political officer in the U.S. Embassy in Afghanistan and a senior advisor to FBI Headquarters, Hedieh has tirelessly worked to mitigate threats of mass targeted violence while fostering better relationships between communities and law enforcement.
After a notable career, Hedieh discovered a newfound passion for sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ. She now dedicates her life to evangelical missions. Her main focus is the ResurrectMinistry.com platform, which enables global access to salvation. Additionally, Hedieh serves as an exclusive columnist for The Christian Post and co-hosts the Living Fearless Devotional daily podcast with her husband, where they provide insightful discussions on faith and life.
Hedieh’s expertise has garnered attention from major media outlets such as CNN, CBS News, C-SPAN, and Fox News. She has also authored numerous articles addressing the challenges of countering the Islamist threat in the U.S. and continues to engage in public discourse through radio interviews and podcasts.
With a Juris Doctor from the University of Southern California Law School and an undergraduate degree in history from the University of California, Los Angeles, Hedieh blends her legal, analytical, and business acumen with her fervent commitment to spreading the message of hope and redemption found in Christ.
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December 16, 2024
Scars and Secrets Review #IndiGo
Title: Scars and Secrets
Author: Thomas Grant Bruso
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 12/17/2024
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 67685
Genre: Contemporary Thriller, Lit/genre, contemporary, crime/thriller, family-drama, disappearance, murder, cancer, therapist
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DescriptionRalph Ashton gets more than he bargained for when police question him about the death of his ex-boyfriend Elijah Ray, whose body is discovered at the edge of the Saranac River.When the local police visit Ralph and ask him about a critical piece of case evidence, Ralph becomes a prime suspect. He sets out to learn what happened to Eli the night he left his apartment and is startled to learn about his former boyfriend’s shady past.As Ralph pursues a dangerous investigation, he discovers things about Eli he did not know while they were together.Ralph’s life starts to unravel when he loses more people close to him as his mother lies in a hospital bed dying of cancer. Is learning about the truth of Eli’s death worth jeopardizing his safety?ExcerptScars and SecretsThomas Grant Bruso © 2024All Rights Reserved The Saranac River empties into the mouth of Lake Champlain and a sliver of late-evening sun shimmies and slices across shavings of broken ice like a school of shiny fish.I straighten the blue-and-white striped silk tie my last boyfriend gifted me and stare out at the early November landscape. The ground is dusted with newly fallen snow, and the river, a swollen malignant serpentine of icy water, snakes through a vista of evergreens and sycamores. I catch my hard stare in the reflection of the large picture window of my therapist’s office.Dr. James Matheson, basketball tall with peacock-blue eyes and warm brown skin, dressed in a rosy-pink dress shirt and charcoal-gray suit, coaxes me back to the present. His voice is butter soft and attractive, musically inclined and bilingual. Spanish on his mother’s side, I think.
My thoughts unravel like vines on a branch, disoriented, a broken fuse box with faulty wiring. I blow out a loud breath and turn to the long-legged and handsome therapist, my hands packed in the pockets of my khakis so he won’t see them shake. Men make me nervous and weak-kneed.
Dr. Matheson is patient and smiling, waiting for me to speak, to say something, since I’ve been standing in silence for the last fifteen minutes, staring out at the dismal day passing by.I think about my mother who lies in the hospital dying. I’ve just come from visiting her, before my scheduled therapy session. Dr. Matheson wants to discuss it, from his stone silence and sensitive stares.
I glance at my wristwatch. I’ve been in Pretty Boy’s office for almost an hour, and I haven’t said much or given the good old doc enough to judge or dislike me or cancel my next session. I am surprised he has not asked me not to come back. Maybe he’ll call County Hospital and admit me to the psych ward on the fourth floor if I open my mouth and let him into my dark, sad life.
He does not reach for the phone. He sits poised in the high brown leather chair behind his polished cherry wood desk, with many medical certifications on the wall behind him.He stares across the room at me, grins, keeping a professional manner, waiting for me to give him his money and time’s worth.I drag myself toward the overstuffed leather chair across from his desk and collapse into it, as if it is my home base.
I find it hard to hold Dr. Matheson’s gaze. Shyness overcomes me and I wring my hands. My anxiety levels heighten. My stare darts across the room at the sudden arrival of hard balls of sleet beating the glass and the braying wind cutting through the tops of snowcapped trees across the lake.My breath catches, and I hear Dr. Matheson talking, his voice muffled, the tail end of his last words: “…do you want to talk about it?”
I cringe and feel his eyes on me when I turn away to the ice-crusted window on the far wall. My eyes close, and my lips clamp shut in a jagged line as rage seethes under my thin layer of vulnerability. My gut clutches.
“Ralph?” he says.
My name means nothing to me. Foreign, a stranger, someone I left in the past.I lift my head slowly, and it is as if an unseen, supernatural force presses down on my shoulders, forcing me to keep quiet.I am guarded as the walls go up around me. A nerve twitches under my right eye. Maddening!
Dr. Matheson shifts in his chair, and I sense that I have kept him waiting too long; his displeasure is like a bulldozer digging through the tendril of roots and dead zone of my brain, demolishing my thoughts. He’s got to get home to his girlfriend, wife, whoever. Maybe it’s a blind date, I imagine, invoking vulgar and naughty thoughts of Dr. Matheson in a heavy-duty threesome. One of the bottoms is me.
I lift my dreamy gaze to his masculine, model-thin face, chiseled jaw, and rugged handsomeness. I can smell the citrus scent of his cologne ten feet from where I sit. Heat crawls into my face, aroused, my interest and other unmentionable areas proudly piqued.I want a man like James: Built like a Greek God, Zeus or Ares. Tough. Striking. Dominant.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, curling his small puckish lips. “You seem far away.”
Clingy cobwebs of darkness thicken inside my head, gauzy and wet, sticking to the wall of my brain like silly string.
“Deadness,” I say, uncertain where this conversation is heading.The face of my mother flashes in my mind, and I think about running back to the hospital and staying by her side.
James uncrosses his leg from left to right and changes positions so the side of his face illuminates in a shaft of soft glow from the floor lamp hanging over his shoulder. I want to tell him he looks fucking sexy that way, but I keep quiet. He holds his yellow writing pad, the tips of his fingers turning white, and I dream about what he can do to me with those meaty hands. Touch me in my favorite place, I want to tell him. But I don’t.
I picture him holding my face in his sweaty palms as we lock gazes, staring haughtily into each other’s eyes. The stiffness of my erection knocks against the fabric of my pants. I squirm in my chair.
“What do you mean?” he asks. “Deadness?”
I force myself to blink a few times, snap out of my hazy dream, and look up at Dr. Matheson. His expression is alarming, unblinking. He stares at me, bordering on the threshold of a stalker.I find a way out of my rut, clawing, digging, and rummaging through a labyrinth of unfathomable responses. “All I want to do is listen to Twenty One Pilots or Nickelback and drink beer. Forget about life, people, and work.”Except for my mother. My ex-boyfriend, Eli, too.I want to see him. It’s been a while since he walked out on me and never returned.
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Ornery Owl's Review
Four out of Five Stars
The story's protagonist, Ralph, is a troubled young man. His life is already a mess when his former boyfriend, Eli, arrives at his door. Their relationship tentatively picks up where it left off, but then Eli is murdered, and Ralph becomes the number one suspect.
Overall, this is a five-star read. It is well-written and impeccably edited. It isn't for the faint of heart or for young readers. There are graphic descriptions of violence and scenes depicting homophobic attitudes. This isn't what stops me from giving the book a five-star rating. That would be appearance shaming and ageism. The author could have indicated the protagonist's shock at the sight of the woman's crepey skin and sagging breasts when she steps out of her apartment wearing a bra with no shirt without referring to her as a "Stephen King horror."
I am often startled at the crepey skin and age spots on the backs of my hands. Even though they are my hands, I don't expect them to look like that. Nonetheless, the appearance of my hands isn't horrific. The skin has simply become weathered by the passage of time. I find the disdain with which elderly women are viewed by society horrifying.PurchaseNineStar Press | Books2Read
Meet the AuthorThomas Grant Bruso knew at an early age he wanted to be a writer. He has been a voracious reader of genre fiction since he was a kid.His literary inspirations are Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Ellen Hart, Jim Grimsley, Karin Fossum, Sam J. Miller, Joyce Carol Oates, and John Connolly.Bruso loves animals, book-reading, writing fiction, prefers Sudoku to crossword puzzles.In another life, he was a freelance writer and wrote for magazines and newspapers. In college, he was a winner for the Hermon H. Doh Sonnet Competition. Now, he writes book reviews for his hometown newspaper, The Press Republican.Facebook | TwitterGiveawayOne lucky winner will receive a $50.00 NineStar Press Gift Code!a Rafflecopter giveaway
Teenage Girl Power Week Blast #rabtbooktours
Practicing Journaling and Mindfulness
Teen & Young Adult Inspirational & Personal Growth
Date Published: 11-25-2021
Are you ready to take control of your future? High school flies by, and before you know it, the world is asking what’s next. For many teen girls, this can be overwhelming—but Teenage Girl Power is here to guide you toward confidence, clarity, and a plan for success.
With tools to build self-esteem, strategies for mapping your goals, and insights to navigate emotional roadblocks, this book empowers you to become the successful woman you were born to be. Writing down your goals is the first step to turning dreams into reality and, before you know it, you’ll go from high school classrooms to the CEO of your dreams!
Inside Teenage Girl Power, discover:
The Ultimate Success Blueprint: Step-by-step guidance for setting goals and avoiding the feeling of being “left behind.”
Motivational Quotes & Practices: Get back on track with exercises that help build confidence and independence.
Emotional Mastery Tools: Learn to understand, control, and channel your emotions effectively and stay drama-free.
Powerful Strategies for Moving Forward with Confidence: Pinpoint what’s holding you backand learn how to focus on your goals and avoid unnecessary distractions.
Personal Power & Self-Belief Tools: Embrace your unique strengths and design a future that reflects who you truly are.
Whether you’re just starting high school or nearly graduating, Teenage Girl Power turns your dreams into actionable plans. It’s time to stop worrying and start building a future on your terms. Full of empowering insights and practical exercises, this guide transforms uncertainty into purpose and puts you in control.
About the Author
Adriana Roșca is an author, mother, and mentor dedicated to empowering young girls to unlock their full potential and blossom into the remarkable women they are destined to become.
Through her writing, personal transformation, and peak performance strategies, Adriana teaches that success and happiness are attainable for everyone, regardless of their current challenges and circumstances. She emphasizes the importance of cultivating a powerful and resilient mindset as essential tools for living a happy and exceptional life.
Adriana holds a master’s degree in Health Communication from Northwestern University and currently thrives in clinical research. Born in Transylvania, a region nestled among the Carpathian Mountains and famous for the legend of Count Dracula, she draws inspiration from her distinctive heritage.
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December 13, 2024
The Storm Descends Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Demon Storm, Book 7
Young Adult Fantasy
Date Published: 12-13-2024
Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing
The Catalyst is quiet
The Catalyst is quiet.
Kari struggles with the damage she did when she lost control. Her loved ones suffered at her hands, leaving Ari scarred in ways she will never be able to ignore.
How he survived? Only the Seraph of Nalmi knows.
Then a request arrives, a simple task compared to everything else she has been through: travel as Freehaven's emissary and meet with Brianna, a now-ancient half demon who destroyed the first demon city across the sea - and who may have some information on defeating the Catalyst for good. Kari, Ari, and Guine prepare to cross the Demon Sea...
But the shadows await them.
About the Author
Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children & children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.
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Trust Is Sacred New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Trust is Sacred
Author: Emily Carrington
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: December 13, 2024
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Cover Art: Angela Knight
Genres: Action Adventure, Dark Fantasy, New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense
Themes: Gay, Holiday Themes, Medical Romance, Multicultural & Interracial, Werewolves & Wolf Shifters
Series: Medically Necessary (#3)
Multiverse: Searchlight Academy (#12)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 114
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SynopsisWithout trust, nothing is sacred. Not even long-held beliefs.Oliver’s terrible secret is eating both himself and his would-be mate alive. He and Amir have been apart for three months, and absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder. Unfortunately, there’s terror, pain, and deceit lying between them.
Amir thinks purging and confession are medically necessary for spiritual and physical well-being. Oliver will stop at almost nothing to hide his scars.
Can these two be mated in truth or will Oliver’s past and Amir’s unstated fears push them away before the werewolves’ most sacred holiday, Winter Solstice?ExcerptTrust is Sacred (Medically Necessary 3)Emily CarringtonAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2024 Emily Carrington
August
In a very real sense, Oliver’s heart hadn’t ached this way in years. It was a mixture of longing and a sweet promise of eventual homecoming. He’d just sent his lover away on an airplane, back to New York. Amir would gather together his staff, choose a new doctor to take over his practice, and then be back down here to live with Oliver.
To become Oliver’s mate.
Werewolves didn’t have spouses. Except when they did. They also didn’t have Life Dancers. That was a psychic vampire thing, knowledge Oliver had gained over the last month. Wolves had mates, a name for their beloved, the person with whom they wanted to spend the rest of their lives.
He’d had a mate before. This time would be different. He’d protect his mate. He’d keep him safe, no matter the cost, and he wouldn’t allow his nightmares to drive them apart. To shove his lover toward the singular choice of suicide.
He pulled up in front of Llosgia Maxine’s house, where his heart told him he belonged. Granted, she hadn’t exactly accepted her title of alpha, or the duties commensurate with that status change. She would, though. He had faith. Well, mostly he had faith. Sometimes he worried that Tilthos Charles’s words would come true and Llosgia Maxine would choose to take up no title at all.
Except, of course, she’d already claimed Director of Werewolf Watch for herself. Maybe she couldn’t take on that responsibility and…
The front door opened and Tilthos Charles stepped out, looking even stronger than he had the night before, when he’d arrived at Llosgia Maxine’s and asked for a place for himself and his lover to sleep. Now, in the dimness of false dawn, the alpha above all alphas shouldn’t have been able to use his limited vision to see more than a car approaching. However, that didn’t seem to be the case because he smiled and waved as if he knew exactly who was arriving.
Oliver considered driving away. He didn’t want to hear the political answer as to why the Kreisha pack was still allowed to exist after all the shit three of its members had pulled. Geoffrey Huntington, Noah Travers, and Josiah Cobb had plotted to drive Tilthos Charles mad. They had made it so hearing his rightful title had caused him physical and psychic pain. They’d forced him to attack his lover, Luis. Now, though, surely Tilthos Charles was coming to tell him they’d been forgiven for some fucked-up political reason that boiled down to the alpha above all alphas… what? Didn’t want to kill? That might just be it.
The alpha above all alphas’ soft voice was in his head suddenly. Open the door, Oliver.
Oliver unlocked the doors. He waited for the alpha above all alphas to sit beside him, or order him to get out of the car, denying him his escape.
He acknowledged his expectations had no basis in reality, especially because everything he’d seen of Tilthos Charles when the leader was in his right mind was favorable. Still, he didn’t actually know how Tilthos Charles governed. He was only assuming, based on the one alpha he knew, that Tilthos Charles might have allowed power to go to his head.
“So uncharitable,” the alpha above all alphas said after opening the door. He sat in the passenger seat, folded his white cane, the symbol of his visual impairment, and then buckled himself in. “Feel free to drive if it will make you less edgy.”
“You’re reading my every thought?” Oliver asked. He’d assumed his shields were better than that.
“Not quite. You’re not projecting everything, I don’t think, but you’re very unhappy with me and that carries just fine.”
Oliver relocked the doors and pulled out of the driveway. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere that you can drive and listen without getting us in an accident would be good.”
Oliver grunted.
To his amazement, the leader of most of the world’s werewolves on this side of the Atlantic laughed. “You sound like Luis when he’s unhappy. Please tell me what’s bothering you.”
Oliver couldn’t bring himself to accuse the alpha above all alphas of any wrongdoing. Instead, he asked, “What happened to the six wolves who attacked you?”
“Huntington, Travers, and Cobb have been placed with different packs, separated by quite a bit of geography. Their new alphas reassure me their movements will be closely observed.”
Oliver turned off Llosgia Maxine’s street and just headed south, away from Washington, DC. He knew he wouldn’t be able to drive in heavy traffic and listen. “Why are they still alive?”
“I’m not in the habit of killing every single wolf who’s tried a coup. There would be considerably fewer wolves in the world if I exacted that sort of revenge. They’re being watched by three alphas I trust implicitly and I’m sure these bastards will show their true colors again. And unlike in baseball, they only get two chances.” He turned his head away from Oliver. “They’re not the only ones I’m watching. Kreisha Alexander let this go on right under his nose. At best, the very best, that makes him not perceptive enough.”
He faced Oliver again. “I’m asking you to keep me informed if he does anything inappropriate, dangerous, or careless. I don’t order you because I don’t want to step on your agency that way.”
“Please order me,” Oliver blurted.
That got him a raised eyebrow.
“Kreisha Alexander is in the habit of ordering his wolves not to share things, good or bad, outside the pack. If I have your order first, and because you outrank him, I’ll be able to tattletale.” He grimaced. “That came out more bitter than I anticipated or meant. I’m sorry.”
Tilthos Charles seemed to have caught onto another part of his speech, however, because he said, “Is there anything you’re forbidden to share with me?” There was a growl in his voice.
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Meet the AuthorEmily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her website.Facebook | Twitter | GoodreadsGiveawayOne lucky winner will receive a $10.00 Changeling Press Gift Code! a Rafflecopter giveaway
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A Language App Parody and Whodunnit
Satire
Date Published: August 15, 2024
Who murdered the mascot and spokes-bear of the world’s most successful foreign language app? Was it an executive, employee, investor, lover, or one of the company’s animated instructors – endearing cartoon personalities invested with the power of Artificial Intelligence? What began as a chain novel prompt along the lines of “It was a dark and stormy night” on a language app fan site morphed into a full-fledged novel and parody by the prize-winning author of Cooperative Lives. The story originally appeared online in thirteen riveting installments but is now expanded and available in book format in both English and German as the definitive parody, page turner, and murder mystery for anyone who has ever studied language with a cast of digital cartoon characters and an anthropomorphic mascot.
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Patrick Finegan was born during the latter half of the Eisenhower Administration and graduated during the Carter and Reagan Administrations from Northwestern University and the University of Chicago Law School and Graduate School of Business. He worked more than thirty years in law, corporate finance, management consulting and risk management. He has a wife and grown daughter and is an avid student of foreign languages. He is the author of three published novels.
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Date Published: March 11th, 2025
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
In 1890s Missouri, secrets are a matter of survival.
Clairvoyant Sarah Richardson screams as her older sister Katherine is forced into a straightjacket and thrust into a carriage bound for the St. Louis City Lunatic Asylum. She is devastated to learn Katherine has been blamed for her inadvertent role in an abused woman’s murder. Now, too frightened to speak up, she hides the truth that it should have been her in that carriage.
Sarah’s mounting guilt becomes too much, and she heads to St. Louis, determined to regain her sister’s confidence and prove herself worthy of forgiveness.
While working to heal their relationship, Sarah meets a timid housewife who tries to hide her bruises. When troubling psychic visions of the woman begin to affect her, she sees an opportunity to atone for her past mistakes. Desperate to do whatever it takes to make things right, Sarah embarks on a perilous journey that may cost her everything—including her own life.
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Award-winning author Raquel Y. Levitt holds an MFA in creative writing and a master’s degree in English. Her short stories have been published in various anthologies and literary journals and reflect her passion for writing about strong women finding their voice and their power. She is a world traveler, an amateur nature photographer, and a collector of cool rocks. Raquel and her husband live, work, and play in the Texas Hill Country and Montana’s Bitterroot Valley. The Seer is her debut novel.
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(Hounds of Hell MC 5)
Motorcycle Club Romance
Date Published: December 13, 2024
Publisher: Changeling Press
She vanished once, leaving scars I can’t forget. Now she's back, hiding secrets I may never forgive.
Helena — Returning to Mercy was supposed to be a fresh start. As a therapist, I’ve made it my mission to help others find strength, even when I can’t always find it for myself. But when Crash walks back into my life, bringing all the pain and passion of our past, I know this town holds more than just memories—it holds secrets I can’t outrun. He's fierce, wounded, and the last person I thought I'd ever see again. And while he’s still everything I want, he’s also everything I should fear. Especially when he finds out what I’m hiding.
Crash — The Hounds of Hell gave me purpose when I had nothing but rage. My loyalty runs deeper than blood—until they betrayed me. Losing Perry, my only brother, has made me question everything I believed about the family I chose. But when Helena returns, the woman who vanished after one night and still haunts my dreams, my anger flares in ways I can't control. I wanted answers, and now I’m in too deep. She’s hiding something, and whatever it is, it’s tied to the pain that put me on this path. This time, I won’t let her slip away, even if it means facing demons I swore to bury.
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Copyright ©2024 Jamie Targaet
Sackett’s looked like a war zone. The usual warmth of the bar, with its smoky air and dim lights, was replaced by the stark reality of the aftermath. Tables had been overturned, chairs had been knocked on their sides, and glass from shattered bottles and mugs crunched beneath his boots. The usual hum of laughter and music had been replaced by the low murmurs of tired voices, mingling with the sirens of the police cars that had arrived. Flashing red and blue lights from the sheriff’s cruisers parked outside flashed through the windows to light up the walls.
Crash wiped a smear of blood from his cheek -- he hadn’t even been sure if it was his -- then leaned against the pool table, scanning the room. A few Cottonmouths were still there, milling around like vultures looking for scraps. A few looks were exchanged with the Hounds, sizing them up even now. But no one moved. The fight had burned itself out.
The Mafia guys, Bianchi’s men, lay scattered across the floor, their slick jackets and nice clothes torn and stained with blood, a sharp contrast to the ruthless image they had carried when they showed up at Sackett’s earlier. Now defeated, because the Hounds and the Cottonmouths had beaten the living shit out of them, they looked smaller, stripped of the power they thought they held over everyone else in the room. Some groaned in pain; others were unconscious. A few remained still, beaten beyond recognition. Their guns were kicked aside, useless once the Hounds got close enough. The authority the New Jersey fucks once commanded was shattered, replaced by the cold realization they had underestimated the Hounds. The mistake cost them more than just pride.
The sheriff’s deputies walked into Sackett’s and moved through the bar, talking quietly as they assessed the damage. Sheriff Sawyer stood near the entrance, arms crossed, his eyes cold and calculating as he spoke with the Hounds’ president, Razor. Crash could feel the tension in the room still buzzing like a live wire -- as though the fight wasn’t really over -- just paused. With the cops’ appearance, the Cottonmouths started making their exit. Crash knew they were looking for an excuse to start something again with the Hounds, but not with the law hanging over them.
Glancing at the overturned table near the bar where the fight had started, Crash shook his head. The place didn’t feel like Sackett’s anymore, not with the stench of the Cottonmouths lingering and the deputies keeping their distance like they also weren’t convinced everything was over.
Of course, it hadn’t felt like home for him since she had left…
The air was thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and spilled beer. Crash’s entire being was still wired for the fight, but he forced himself to stay calm. Sackett’s wasn’t just a bar, it was home turf. He didn’t like sharing it with the enemy and wondered why the fuck Razor had allowed that to happen. His gaze flicked to the last two Cottonmouths as they walked out, part of Baby Face’s old crew, whispering amongst themselves. It was hard not to imagine how different things would have turned out if that psycho were still alive.
Sheriff Sawyer’s voice cut through the haze. “We’ll need statements,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. The deputies started herding people into groups, separating Hounds from Cottonmouths and Mafia. There were others there even though Sawyer and his men had no idea how they were connected to any of it.
Crash was just grateful the shit was over. He was exhausted and pretty sure he had a couple of broken ribs. He hadn’t seen his younger brother the entire time and he wanted to know where the hell Perry had gotten off to. Most of all, like the rest of his brothers, he wanted the Mafia the fuck out of Mercy for good.
Not wanting to talk to the fucking police, Crash went out the back entrance. The cool night air hit him, a balm to flush out the bloodlust of the last couple of hours. Closing his eyes, he savored the moment, trying to be still.
Out behind Sackett’s in the field was an old barn that had been there as long as he could remember. Beams of light flickered around the inside of the old structure, telling him someone was out there. Sheriff Sawyer walked out of the bar behind him, walking past Crash and heading in that direction. Curious, because he hadn’t seen the twins since the middle of the fight, he decided to follow him. After thinking about it, he hadn’t seen Snow or Hero since then either. Even though his body ached with each step he took, he followed the sheriff. His injuries kept him from moving too fast.
As he drew closer, some instinct stopped him, whispering he should go back. What the fuck?
Crash followed Sheriff Sawyer out to the barn, his heart still pounding from the fight. The adrenaline was fading, leaving only the weight of what had just happened. The distant hum of the sheriff’s cruiser lights flickered through the trees. The field stretched ahead of them, the grass damp beneath his boots, and in the distance, the barn loomed -- an old, forgotten relic that suddenly felt heavy with meaning.
As he got closer, the shadows around the barn seemed to thicken, the structure barely illuminated by the glow of the sheriff’s flashlight. The door hung slightly ajar, swinging gently with the breeze, creaking like something out of a nightmare. The air felt different, heavier, and every step closer sent a chill down Crash’s spine. He stopped, a sense of foreboding threatening to overwhelm him. Was it an aftereffect of the fight? Was he tired enough for his mind to play tricks on him?
Hearing the sheriff’s booming voice pulled him out of his head. Other deputies ran past him, darting into the barn. The sheriff walked back out with Margot Donner. Crash fucking knew she’d show up. Yeah, she was one of Sawyer’s deputies, but she also was with Ryder now. Perry told him he hoped Ryder would broom her fast, like he did all the other girls he went around with, but Crash defended her. Maybe it was because she let him go without a speeding ticket one night… and he’d certainly deserved it. As far as he could tell, Ryder was different with her. If she made their brother happy, what the fuck business was it of theirs?
Margot walked back in. Neither Margot nor Sawyer saw him as he reached the barn. Hero was walking out with Jade as Crash reached the entrance, and she was in tears. Hero’s eyes widened in alarm.
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Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She's anxious to introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie. But there's thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the feels.
Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on the side, and she's an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward to hearing from you.
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