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December 18, 2024
Secretary of Faith Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Political thriller, Dystopian theocracy, Corporate Oligarchy
Date Published: October 31, 2024
Publisher: Rebel Island Press
Lies, fear, and the Holy Bible are the country’s undoing in K.C. Boyd’s second, dystopian tale, a story that all too closely resembles an America in which Project 2025 rules. Vividly depicting the present-day racism, greed, and religious hypocrisy, Secretary of Faith serves as a cautionary warning to Project 2025.
After an orchestrated victory, the newly elected President redefines the country by changing its name to the United Christian States of America. Next, he reduces the traditional number of seats in his cabinet to four, and adds a fifth, the Department of Faith, appointing his lifetime mentor, Christian Hillcox, as its first ever Secretary.
The rule of law is no more. Sanctioned by the administration, violent mobs take to the streets. Media is state-run; neighbors inform on neighbors; loved ones vanish, never to return. When a natural disaster strikes the West Coast, an already well-organized Resistance emerges and Secretary Hillcox finds himself in a battle to maintain both the administration’s narrative and his own position through evermore frightening means.
In a showdown between Good and Evil, the question is—will citizens rise to the occasion and save the Republic?
About the Author
After twenty years of visiting megachurches in Ohio and across the country, attending various 'Values Voters'' conferences, and watching untold hours of televangelists preach the 'Word', K.C. Boyd decided to use her flare for fiction to share the dangerous truths she saw. As human beings have always responded to story, Boyd felt the need to communicate the grave danger we face-particularly from religious extremists who now stand arm in arm with genuine fascists-through story.
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December 17, 2024
Who's In the Drive Thru Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children's Book
Date Published: August 28, 2024
Publisher: MindStir Media
Join Jane, a friendly barista, for a day in the drive-thru as she serves up yummy treats and warm drinks to different customers. Who is also in these cars? Hop in and meet the cuddly companions who are out for a ride, ready to share a smile.
About the Author
I am a stay-at-home mom to Zoey (15) and Garrett (12). Wife to Korey, and furmomma to Oreo the Bernedoodle. I love to read, bake, travel, and be outside, while also cheering on my kids at their sporting events.
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Parson Pre-Order Blitz #rabtbooktours
(Scorned Devils MC 3)
MC Romance
Date Published: December 20, 2024
Publisher: Changeling Press
Building a hundred walls will not prevent Parson ripping away each brick to get to the man who is his.
Parson: Raised in a religious family who accepted Parson’s homosexuality, he struggles to understand Langston Gillman’s inability to embrace who he is, what he feels. Pars put off patching with the Scorned Devils MC in fear of losing his lover. Never again. Parson will patch with the club and he means to have the man he desires. Pars vows to pursue Lang until he stands vulnerable and ready to surrender.
Langston: Bullied as a child, Langston has reached the age of fifty-two loathing his gayness. He navigates life by planning every moment of each day. Still, occasionally he is unable to rid himself of his need for a man. Unfortunately, Lang desires bad boys. When one particular bad boy rides into his life on a Harley, his presence leaves Lang confused and angry. Langston finds himself yearning for more with Parson. Problem is the biker not only refuses to cut ties with Scorned Devils, the local MC, he will not be hidden by Langston.
Rules are made to be broken, and Parson will not live his life in denial. He intends to turn Lang’s world upside down, no matter the consequences.
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Copyright ©2024 J. Hali Steele
Parson
Calmness was the keystone of Parson's life.
Today he sat beside his cousin, Mark, in a pew near the back of The Church of the Trinity Episcopal church, praying to find rekindle that trait. "I'm not asking for confession, and I don't need a priest."
Mark Turner was a deacon and while he could hear confession, only the priest could give absolution. Parson didn't need that. "I'm not seeking the sacrament, because I've not done anything I regret."
The deaths of the Bayside Specter president and VP had been a necessity, a matter of survival, and Pars experienced no remorse over the sordid affair.
"Good, because Father Tyson is preparing for Sunday service." Mark stared. "What do you want, Randall? Sorry, you prefer Parson."
"Right. Nothing, man. I'm torn about the relationship I'm in. Or was in."
"You're not living with -- what's his name, Langston? -- anymore?"
"No." Pars had done the one thing Langston Gillman would never accept. "He's being unreasonable."
"Have you spoke truthfully with him regarding your feelings?"
Mark was aware -- hell, the whole family knew -- Parson was openly gay. None held his relationships as a sin, believing his love life was between him and God.
"Does he know you love him?"
"No." Parson twisted on the hard bench to better see Mark. "What makes you say that?"
"Lord help me. You're thirty-one and you've never been in a relationship this long. What else could it be?"
Parson ignored Mark's comment because, damn, Parson hadn't thought about that. Yeah, he cared greatly for Lang, but love? "He kicked me out."
"Let me guess -- because you belong to the motorcycle club that runs around, or as some believe, runs, the city of Coatesville."
"He doesn't like that I'm a member of the Scorned Devils MC, but I can't allow him to dictate who I can hang out and be friends with. Because of his feelings, I put off patching." Parson picked at his fingernails. "Done playing games. I am who I am. Patched last week."
"I see."
Sunday parishioners started entering. Parson still needed to see Dread and talk about meeting with the city officials at Cutters tomorrow regarding plans for the Christmas toy drive. "Hey, thanks for letting me vent."
"Wish you weren't an only child." Mark sighed. "Not sure I was much help, but if you ever need to talk to someone aside from..."
"They're my brothers, Mark. They'd never see harm come to me."
"That's what concerns me. What lengths would your brothers go to in keeping you safe? I'm not blind to what happens with motorcycle clubs, Pars." Mark stood. "I've heard about unsavoriness taking place in our community."
Talk of the Specters' bikes being destroyed at the Midway and rumors behind the incident had finally died down. There were other disputes, and if the perpetrators were wrong, yeah, they got beat down. Without knowing what his cousin might have heard, Parson couldn't claim all the stories were lies. He wasn't going to get in to it now. Glancing down at his watch, Parson headed for the door. "Damn, Mark, I gotta run."
When Parson reached Hell's Lair, the gate sprung open immediately. Damn Spinner, anyway. He was always on the computer, watching the comings and goings of everyone. Shit, it was Spin's turn to keep an eye out for unusual activity around the Scorned Devils MC compound. Spin hadn't come back to his place last night which, meant he'd camped out in the loft. As annoying as Spinner could be, he kept Parson's thoughts from drifting to Langston.
Parson spied Dread with his feet propped on the desk as he entered the office. "Hey, man. What's up?"
"Nothing much." Dread scrutinized Parson. "You're early for a Sunday."
Pars usually hit the clubhouse after church. Today, he'd skipped services. "I was hoping to talk to you before you got busy." Sitting across from Dread, he sighed loudly. "Is there another place we can hold meetings with the city council?"
"For years those fuckers have let us do the all the organizing for this event. Mostly they sit at meetings pretending they want to be there. They take credit at the end of the parade when all we get to say is -- Santa Claus has come to town." Dread studied Pars. "Hey, it's for the less fortunate children. Shit, we're the local MC some of those same members would like to see disappear. Don't really want them in my restaurant unless they're paying customers, but it is what it is, Pars. Sure as hell not having them here if that's what you're insinuating."
"Wouldn't expect that, but there are other places in town."
"None I want to be involved with."
"Look, Dread, Cutters is..."
"Langston is off on Sundays and Mondays. You won't have to deal with any shit."
Parson's chest deflated when he relaxed against the chair back. He wasn't sure Dread noticed. "Great."
Standing, the VP walked to the office door and closed it. "No need for everyone to hear your business."
Fuck, Pars was going to get an earful.
"I don't know what happened and I don't really give a damn. I know Langston's been a prick this last month." He stood right in front of Pars. "I see the fire in your eyes but I'm not the one you want to go toe to toe with today, or any day, about me calling a prick a prick. He's been hell to deal with." Backing up a step, he glared. "Fuck Langston. Or don't. Whatever you choose, straighten your shit out because not every meet will be held on Monday. We have to consider the needs of a lot of people. If you can't handle this, let me know now."
"I got this."
"Perfect."
Pars got up to leave but Dread stopped him. "Another MC is joining us. They don't have a drive where they are."
"Who?"
"The Immoral Sinners out of Harrisburg."
"Don't know any of them well, but I do hear they are unruly as hell."
"Yeah, I know. They're small, but troublesome."
About the Author
Growl and roar -- it's okay to let the beast out. -- J. Hali Steele
J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, she can’t do those things but she wishes she could!
J. Hali's a multi-published Amazon bestselling author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide -- and they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.
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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:
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* 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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Copyright ©2024 Harley Wylde
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
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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.
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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.
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December 13, 2024
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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.
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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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