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October 15, 2025
Domestic Silence Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Poetry
Through raw honesty and lyrical rhythm, Tut Yashar explores themes of love, loss, injustice, silence and happiness. At its heart, this book reflects the emotional reality of abuse—not only the pain itself but also the loneliness, judgment, and shame that often follow. Each poem is both confession and release, inviting readers to feel seen, validated, and less alone in their own struggles.
Domestic Silence is not just about one story—it is about many. It speaks to anyone who has felt trapped, silenced, or invisible, whether by circumstances, relationships, or society. It reminds us that healing is possible, that freedom can be reclaimed, and that our voices deserve to be heard.
Whether you are a survivor, an ally, or someone seeking deeper understanding of the human condition, this book offers hope, comfort, courage, and connection.
Tut Yashar is a poet and advocate for self-fulfillment whose words shine a light on the hidden corners of the human experience. With a background in law, finance and operations, she blends analytical precision with raw emotional honesty to create poetry that resonates deeply with readers. Writing has been her lifelong companion, a source of healing, and a way to transform pain into strength.
Her work explores themes of freedom, resilience, love, and the silent struggles we often carry alone. Tut’s poetry speaks to anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or silenced—reminding them that they are not alone and that healing is possible. Domestic Silence is her debut published collection, and she is also the author of two forthcoming poetry books. Through her writing, Tut strives to inspire readers to embrace their voice, reclaim their power, and discover self-fulfillment in the face of life’s challenges.
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Kuro Preorder Blitz #rabtbooktours
Jack-O-Lanterns (#7)
Dark Fantasy / M/M
Date Published: October 17, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
When Preston saves a black cat everything he knows about life and demons is going to be questioned.
While shopping for candy for his friend's Halloween party, Preston saves a strange black cat from a group of teenage boys. Overcome with a desire entirely new to him, Preston takes the black cat home and discovers things are not always what they seem, especially on Halloween.
The cat, a demon named Caleb, has been searching for his mate for months and can't help but be fascinated with sweet Preston. He's determined to drag Preston down to his home in the underwater demon world.
Now Preston must choose between his mortal life, or one full of demons -- and love.
Praise for Kuro
"I'm the kind of person that loves a well-paced erotic story to sweep me away from a long day and this one is perfect for that sort of occasion. I find it to be a fantastic read, a quick one, and well written."
-- 4 Stars from Eric, MM Good Book Reviews
"Will you bring some candy for tomorrow?" Jackie's voice was desperate. Before Preston could answer, there was the sound of crashing glass on the other end of the phone.
"Are you all right?" Preston asked his oldest friend. He somehow managed to balance a plate of leftover salad with a cup of almond milk while keeping a good grip on his cell. "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for the party tomorrow. Or trying to."
"And that involves breaking glass?" Preston smiled. Although Jackie and he had both majored in dance in college, Jackie was anything but graceful.
"No, dummy, it involves me trying to get these crystal dishes I got from my mom to all fit on the table."
"Crystal? Sounds... extravagant. For a Halloween party."
"Look, this is like the fourth Halloween I've been alone. Time to step it up."
Preston sighed. "Okay." He slipped out of his dance pants and pulled a pair of jeans over dark briefs. "What do you need me to bring?"
"Candy. Whatever kind you want. But not cheap shit -- that makes me sick."
"I'm on it."
The wind was colder than Preston had expected. His windbreaker was thin and cheap, more of a decoration than an actual coat. It didn't do much to keep him warm but this was the perfect opportunity to save money on gas. He was between productions, so he needed to save money any way he could. Leaving the car parked in front of his apartment, he walked down the street.
Jackie's request was going to be hard to fill. There were only yellow sale signs where piles of candy should have been. Luckily there was one large bag of chocolate bars, which he grabbed. Narrowly avoiding a collision with a young couple, he felt his cock twitch, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine, almost as if he had a tall, handsome man to go home to... He'd watched too many vampire movies with dark-haired, blue-eyed heroes. Why else would he be getting so hot in the grocery store?
There were hardly any cars in the parking lot.
"Get it," a voice shrieked so loud the plastic bag Preston had been holding fell to the ground when he flinched.
Toward the end of the parking lot, besides a clustering of trees, he saw a group of teenage boys. Preston could make out three of them, all tall and gangly, but a fourth stepped back as Preston neared the group. "What are you..."
"Get out of here, man," the one who had just stepped back ordered. He had dark, pinched eyes and a glance that made Preston's blood boil.
Although Preston wasn't one for fighting, the urge to find out what the teenagers were doing was stronger than any emotion he'd felt in a while. "I asked what you're doing."
"Just havin' fun," one of the other teenagers jumped in defensively.
Two of the four teenagers were quiet, quickly dropping large sticks onto the pavement.
"Isn't there a curfew tonight, guys?" the young man nearest to the woods asked, moving away from Preston.
The tallest of the teenagers took a step back, revealing a large black cat, sitting on its back legs but with an apparent twist in its front leg.
"How could you do this?" Preston asked, brushing past the young men. "This is just wrong."
"Whatevs."
Preston scooped the cat into his arms. The cat was so heavy he had a harder time straightening up again. "Gosh, you're big. And black." The cat reminded him of an anime cat -- bigger and blacker than anything he'd ever seen before. "I think I'll call you Kuro."
The cat swished its head from side to side, glancing back at the retreating backs of his tormenters. Purple eyes, outlined in a deep black that was different from the shade of his silky black coat, stared at Preston. The gaze was penetrating and unearthly. Preston's knees began to tremble. Even his arms were shaking as Preston held the cat close to his chest. He fumbled to pick up the plastic bag, missing the handle because the cat's gaze was so consuming.
Sexuality was running rampant through his veins. He felt like he'd eaten drug-laced candy and was swimming through a current, trying to make sense of reality again. Get a grip, Preston chastised himself.
Maybe that hadn't been enough, which could explain his sudden feeling of fatigue. But there was stunning need to find release. His legs prickled and because his eyes flickered so quickly, there were dark patches clouding his vision.
The cat meowed in his arms, but didn't try to escape. Once Preston entered the glow of his brightly lit street, he was sure that the cat was safer, but the thought of releasing the dark fur pushed a feeling of tremendous pain through his chest.
"I'm not allowed to have pets," Preston said softly, snaking a hand around the bag of chocolate so he could pet the top of the cat's head. The cat had his eyes trained on him. "We should get you to the vet to fix that leg. Although I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow." The cat's purple eyes were unnerving, but he couldn't chase away the intrigue...
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Ana is still figuring out what she wants to do with her life, although social work seems to be the most likely. Her best friends are a box of chocolate and her kitten who always sit beside her while she writes. When Ana was in high school, she often wrote about the LGBT community, but now her work is less...innocent. Ana enjoys writing anything and everything, including BDSM, dragons, shifters, magic, and more.
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Lost In His Spiderwebs Release
The cartel king has finally found his queen.
Amber Daulton’s Lost in His Spiderwebs
Lost in His Spiderwebs
Series: Lozano Cartel (book 2)
Release Date: October 14, 2025
Publisher: Daulton Publishing
Cover Designer: Satin Rose Designs
ASIN: B0F5SBP3TS
Genre: Dark Romance
Tropes: Mafia/Cartel, Second Chance, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Child/Surprise Baby
Length: 90k
Heat Rating: 5 Flames
Blurb
Kidnapped by the enemy. Bought by the jefe. Will his smoldering touch thaw her frozen heart?
Rubén Lozano, the new leader of the Lozano Cartel, craves peace amidst a legacy of bloodshed and death. He never expected to find his ex-lover, Drina Cabrera, in the clutches of his vicious rivals. Her haunted eyes compel him to rescue her, but freeing her is another matter.
After five months of captivity, Drina trades one captor for another. Though she succumbs to Rubén’s masterful touch, the bittersweet memory of her daughter and the life she was stolen from is a constant wedge between them.
When Rubén’s darkest secret comes out, he will have to wash his hands in crimson. Will Drina let her king face the danger alone, or stand at his side as his cartel queen?
– Book two in the dark romance series, the Lozano Cartel. All the books can be read as a standalone, but are part of an interconnected series.
– Scenes featuring drug distribution, violence, kidnapping, and attempted sexual assault may be uncomfortable for some readers.
– No cheating. HEA guaranteed!
Excerpt
“Smile,” Rubén told her. “It’s showtime.”
She nodded and lifted her chin, wincing a little in the flashing camera lights.
As three hand-picked paparazzi snapped pictures of him and Drina from all angles, Rubén counted to thirty before he steered Drina past them to the music room.
“Wow,” Drina murmured as they passed the piano for the ballroom.
A massive chandelier gleamed from the lofty ceiling, its decorative crystals reflecting the soft white light and dancing spots across the ivory walls and the chattering, laughing guests. The live band played instrumental music at the far end of the rectangular room, where Esme’s team had set up fancy tables and chairs for the speech and dinner portion of the evening.
“Why do you keep this room locked up? It’s magnificent.”
He shrugged. “It’s a bitch to clean.”
His blunt answer steepled Drina’s eyebrows. “My, what consideration. I’m sure the housekeeping staff appreciates it,” she teased and pulled him onto the dance floor alongside several other couples. “Let’s dance.”
As her arms slid around his shoulders, he rested his hands on her waist. Her body heat and strawberry aroma enveloped him. Groaning, he gripped the thick fabric of her dress so hard that it bunched and the band of his rings bit into his skin. She rested her head against his chest, and her hair teased his nose. They swayed, lost in each other as though they were the only people around. A foolish notion, one he shouldn’t revel in. If he did, he would ravage her on the floor.
“You have a good turnout,” she murmured while he twirled her about. She spun back into his embrace. “Are any of these people your friends?”
“Hardly.” This was his world. Glamour, power, prestige. The public mask he wore to hide his sinister nature. “You’re swimming in dangerous waters. The sooner you realize I can buy and discard all these sharks and guppies with a flick of my wrist, the better off you’ll be.”
“I’m well aware you’re king of the sharks.”
He snorted, holding her closer. “You’re a barracuda. Lithe grace and sharp teeth.”
“Ooh, I like that.” She nipped at his chin. “I’ll never be a guppy.”
Damn right. As the song ended, he guided her off the dance floor. Duty called.
Character Interview
What’s your name, and who are you in your world?
I’m Drina Cabrera. My life has gone through some traumatic changes lately. Months ago, I was busy
raising my daughter as a single mom and working as an editor for a publishing house. Now, I’m trapped
with the Lozano Cartel. Maybe “trapped” is too strong of a word. All I want to do is go home and see my
beautiful daughter again, but that’s not possible. Not yet. Or so my current captor keeps telling me.
Oh, wow. It sounds like you’ve been through a rough time, and that it’s not over with. If there are
any questions you want to bypass, just tell me. For my readers’ sake, how about you give us a
visual. What do you look like?
Long, straight black hair, dark eyes, tawny skin. I’m on the skinny side, though that’s not my fault. I
blame the monsters who held me captive for five months.
I do, too, but you look great. Healthy, I mean. So something must’ve improved. What’s your goal in this story?
To survive and be reunited with Sera, my eight-year-old daughter. Thankfully, she’s safe with my
mother, but I’m counting the days until I can see her again.
It must be so hard to be separated from your child. What conflicts are you facing?
Where do I start? The Tronco de la Muerte Cartel used me as forced labor at their drug distribution
center before Rubén Lozano crashed back into my life. We had once dated, so when I saw him at the
facility, I begged him for help. He refused at first, then he bought me from the slavers only to keep me
for himself. Now, I’m struggling not to fall under his spell. He’s the most seductive, charismatic man
I’ve ever met. He’s also dangerous, the leader of the Lozano Cartel. He claims he has to keep me for
my own protection, but I suspect he has some ulterior motive in mind.
Now that you’re with Rubén, how would you describe your life?
Sometimes, I’m happy with him. He makes me feel safe when I know I’m not.
Other times, I long for what I’ve lost. My freedom. My sense of self. My family.
I can understand that. What is people’s first impression of you?
That I’m an ice queen. I’ve always been a little standoffish, even before the abduction. Rubén,
however, knows it’s just an act. He sees me beyond the brick wall I’ve erected around myself. He
knows me for who I truly am, and that scares me.
Are you book-smart, self-taught, or widely-experienced?
All three, I like to think. My years at the university opened my eyes to different kinds of people and
cultures while my childhood experiences taught me that people are inherently good, though evil
certainly does exist. The past few months have driven home the fact that darkness is all around, lurking
where you least expect it.
Who is the biggest role model in your life?
My mother, Dolores. She’s brave, strong, and a successful restaurant owner. After my father died,
Dolores helped form an anti-cartel resistance group in our hometown of Savillaruz. I couldn’t be prouder
of her.
What is your biggest fear?
As much as I’ve tried to keep my wall up, I’ve fallen in love with Rubén. That doesn’t mean I forgive
him for keeping me against my will, but I understand why he felt he needed to do so.
One day, I’m going to get home to my family, but I don’t want to leave Rubén behind. I love them all.
Yet my resistance-fighter mother and cartel jefe lover will never get along. Never make peace.
My greatest fear is that to have one of them, I’ll lose the other.
That’s a troublesome possibility. One last question… What other character from your book do
you think your author, Amber Daulton, should write a book about? Care to tell us why?
During a fundraising event, I met Rubén’s former sister-in-law, Lourdes. She’s a surprisingly sweet
person for being a cartel princess and deserves better than what life has given her. Luckily, Amber is
already hard at work writing Lourdes’s happily ever after with Rubén’s best friend, Enrique. Their book,
Corrupting His Wife, will be available in April 2026.
Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog. I’ve enjoyed this chat!
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About the Author
Amber Daulton is the author of the Lozano Cartel, the Arresting Onyx, the Embracing You, and the Ramseys in Time series, as well as several standalone novellas. Her books are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.
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Pintsized Pioneers at Play Teaser #rabtbooktours
Homemade Frontier Fun and Danger written by Preston Lewis and Harriet Kocher Lewis
Young Adult Nonfiction
Date Published: 11-04-2025
Publisher: Bariso Press
While their parents settled the land, these pintsized pioneers explored it, creating their own adventures with homemade toys, daring games, wild animal encounters, and risky escapades. This engaging sequel to the award-winning Pintsized Pioneers: Taming the Frontier, One Chore at a Time shines a spotlight on the joys and perils of play in a land still being tamed.
From exploring the prairie and wrangling critters to celebrating frontier holidays and watching traveling circuses, this book reveals how children carved out fun and entertainment in a rough-and-tumble world. Learn how railroads and mail-order catalogs brought new toys, how schools and churches doubled as social hubs, and how a simple game could end in laughter—or injury.
Written for young adults but fascinating for readers of all ages, Pintsized Pioneers at Play is packed with history, heart, and a hint of danger. Written at a tenth-grade reading level perfect for curious minds, Pintsized Pioneers at Play includes a glossary of related terms.
Perfect for fans of Western history, educators, homeschoolers, and lovers of untold American stories!
Excerpt
Not even Christmas Day could rouse John Taylor Waldorf from his bed at two o’clock in the morning, but the annual arrival of the circus train in Virginia City, Nevada, was a different matter altogether. Waldorf and his friends arose early and willingly on circus day when on any other morning it “would require at least three calls and the threat of a ‘dose of strap oil’ to make me crawl out from under the covers.”
And why not? The circus provided an entertaining escape from daily hardships, much like the frontier theater, but much more exciting, as it combined the elements of an art exhibit, a traveling zoo, a professional band, a parade, a sideshow with oddities, a gymnastic meet with acrobats and aerialists, an equestrian show, a fashion show with performers and animals in exotic costumes, an occasional history lesson, and a three-ring environment awhirl with amazing activities and prankish clowns.
“Several thousand people are in the city from neighboring towns and from the country,” proclaimed the Evening Kansan of Newton in May 1897. “Circus day is equal to any legal holiday of the year, and today might have been a legal holiday so far as appearances were concerned. Nothing is quite of so much interest to everybody as a circus.”
The spectacle offered children a brief glimpse of the world beyond the boundaries of their farms or small communities. A circus was a childhood delight, allowing frontier youngsters to see exotic animals like elephants, lions, tigers, camels, zebras, monkeys, and even an occasional rhinoceros, giraffe, or hippopotamus.
About the Author
Preston Lewis is the award-winning author of more than sixty western, historical, juvenile, and nonfiction works. In 2021 he was inducted into the Texas Institute of Letters for his literary achievements. The Will Rogers Medallion Awards named him the 2025 recipient of the organization’s Lifetime Achievement Award for his contributions to the literature of the American West.
Western Writers of America (WWA) has honored Lewis with three Spur Awards, one for best article, a second for best western novel and a third one for YA nonfiction in 2025. He has received eleven Will Rogers Medallion Awards (seven gold, two silver and two bronze) for written western humor, short stories, YA nonfiction, short nonfiction, and traditional Western novel.
Harriet Kocher Lewis is a retired physical therapist and PT educator. As an assistant clinical professor of physical therapy at Angelo State University, she taught documentation and scientific writing among other topics as the department’s coordinator of clinical education.
After retirement she became the publisher of Bariso Press and in that capacity an award-winning author and editor. Books she has edited have earned a Spur Award, Will Rogers Gold and Bronze Medallions for YA nonfiction and western humor, a Literary Global Book Award for cookbooks, and an Independent Author Award for western nonfiction. Other books she has edited have been finalists for Spur Awards in juvenile nonfiction and for Independent Author Awards for both memoirs and humor.
Kocher Lewis is co-author with her husband of the Spur Award-winning Pintsized Pioneers: Taming the Frontier, One Chore at a Time and three books on artificial Intelligence, all published by Bariso Press. They live in San Angelo, Texas.
Contact Links
Twitter: @prestonlewisaut
Instagram: @barisopress
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October 13, 2025
Chains Teaser #rabtbooktours
Kiss of Death MC
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: October 17, 2025
Three black cats. One grumpy biker. Fate’s about to get witchy. And wickedly hot.
Elvira – Halloween’s my favorite holiday, until one teeny mishap with my practice spell. Suddenly I’m homeless, stinking of swamp gas, and dragging three black cats into a biker compound… Where I meet Chains. Big, broody, and superstitious as hell, he glares at my “demon spawn” like they’re plotting his death. But the way he looks at me? Let’s just say my spell isn’t the only thing that’s likely to combust. He’s all hard muscle and harder attitude, and I can’t tell if he wants to banish me… or bend me over the couch and have his wicked way with me. I would definitely approve of option number two!
Chains -- I don’t fear much after nine years inside, but Ellie is chaos. She’s a walking disaster. Loud, messy, and makes Halloween look like a lifestyle, not a holiday. And her damn cats have me spooked. I tell myself she’s trouble. Too naïve. Too good. Then she kisses me, and suddenly I’m ready to sell my soul for another taste. My MC brothers think it’s funny. Screw em. Elvira’s mine. And if anyone touches her, I’ll burn this place to the ground.
WARNING: Chains contains memories of domestic abuse and manipulation. However, there is a happy-ever-after ending that will make you feel warm and fuzzy.
EXCERPT
Elvira
I stood in the center of my apartment, surveying the disaster zone that used to be my living room. The cauldron, which was actually just my favorite stock pot, lay on its side on the stove. Dark green liquid dripped steadily from the countertop by the stove onto the cheap linoleum floor. My witches’ brew experiment had gone spectacularly wrong, again, filling the air with a stench so foul it made my eyes water. I’d only wanted to create a love potion. Instead, I’d concocted what smelled like a demonic skunk had mated with rotting eggs in a garbage fire.
“It’s okay, babies,” I cooed to the three black cats, who’d retreated to their carriers the moment the pot bubbled over. “Mommy just had a tiny magical mishap.”
Lucifer hissed from behind his carrier door, his yellow eyes narrowed in judgment. Binx paced in tight circles, while Salem had his paws pressed against his nose. Even my familiars couldn’t stand the smell.
“I know, I know. I should have followed the recipe.” I pulled my tank top over my nose, breathing through the fabric. “But who has time to find owl feathers and moonwater on a Tuesday night?”
I flung open every window in my apartment, the October air rushing in but barely making a dent in the stench. The smoke detector, which had been screaming for ten minutes, finally quieted. Green sludge dripped from the ceiling above the stove where the potion had splattered during its violent eruption. My carefully arranged Halloween decorations were now coated in something that looked like radioactive snot.
“We can fix this,” I muttered to myself, only half convinced. “Just need some bleach, maybe an exorcism, definitely a new carpet…”
The pounding on my door made me jump. “Miss Blackheart!” Yeah. He didn’t sound happy. “Open the door right now!”
“Coming, Mr. Peterson!” I sang out in my cheeriest voice, frantically attempting to right the fallen cauldron. Green goo sloshed over my fingers, burning slightly. “Just freshening up!”
I wiped my hands on my black jeans and pulled my long hair back into a heavy ponytail. Taking a deep breath, I immediately regretted it as the fumes hit my lungs, I opened the door with my most innocent smile even as my eyes watered.
Mr. Peterson stood there, his face the color of an overripe tomato. The vein in his forehead throbbed with such intensity I worried it might burst. His nostrils flared before he clamped a hand over his nose as the wall of stink hit him.
“What in God’s name --” He choked, stumbling backward. “The entire building smells like… like…”
“Aromatherapy!” I offered brightly. “It’s a, um, rare Eastern technique for cleansing negative energy.”
His eyes bulged as he peered past me into the apartment. “Your ceiling is green! There’s smoke everywhere!”
“That’s part of the process?” My voice lifted higher with each word, betraying my desperation.
“The Johnsons in 3B are throwing up. Mrs. Wittlesby’s cat fainted. The Andersons’ dog is howling like it’s seen a ghost.” He thrust a piece of paper at me. “This is an eviction notice. You’re out, Miss Blackheart.”
I took the paper with trembling fingers. “But Mr. Peterson, I’ve always paid my rent on time, and --”
“I don’t care if you paid your rent in gold bars! You’ve violated every health code in existence. People are evacuating the damn building!” The longer he spoke, the louder he got. And he’d been pretty damned loud to start with.
Behind me, one of my cats let out a mournful yowl. “Those damn black cats of yours,” he muttered, making the sign of the cross. “I knew they were bad news.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “Don’t blame my cats for this. They’re innocent.”
“You have until tonight to get out,” he bellowed, gesturing wildly at my smoke-stained ceiling. “Eight hours! After that, I’m calling animal control for those beasts and the hazmat team for… whatever hellbrew you’ve cooked up in here.”
“But where am I supposed to go?” My voice cracked, the reality of my situation finally sinking in. “You can’t kick me out with no notice!”
“Not my problem. And it’s my damn building; I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Take it to court if you want. Don’t care. But until you get a court date, I want you out of here!” He stepped back, pulling a handkerchief over his nose. “I’ve put up with the stink for the last time. Eight hours, Miss Blackheart. Not a minute more.”
The door slammed in my face. I stood there, clutching the eviction notice, feeling the edges of panic creeping in. Sure, I could take him to court. He’d have to call the police to force me to leave and they wouldn’t make me unless there was a court order. But, honestly, I knew it was time to move on. I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I’d hoped to save a little more money before then. But maybe this was a sign.
My hands shook as I turned to face my ruined apartment. The clock on the wall shaped like a grinning skull showed it was already noon.
“Well, shit,” I whispered to no one in particular.
I sank down onto my potion-spattered couch, the eviction notice crumpling in my grip. My eyes burned, and not just from the fumes. I really wasn’t sure where I was going to go. I had a couple thousand dollars in my savings account, and a hundred in my checking to do me until payday. If I could find a new place that wasn’t too expensive, I might have enough for a security deposit and first month’s rent. If I was really lucky. And that was assuming I could find something in the next eight hours. Right. Not a snowball’s chance in hell.
I glanced at my phone, scrolling through the pitiful list of contacts until I came to Carrie’s number and took a deep breath. We weren’t exactly close friends, but she’d always been kind to me at the coffee shop where I worked weekends. She seemed like a really nice person. She’d offered me a place to crash the last time my landlord threatened to kick me out. I hadn’t taken her up on the offer then since I only knew her from the coffee shop, but I wasn’t sure I had many options at the moment.
The phone rang three times before she picked up. “Ellie! Hey!” She sounded excited. To hear from me?
“Hey.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it wavered. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I’m having a bit of an emergency.”
“Oh no, Ellie! What kind of emergency? Are you all right?” Carrie sounded distressed. She was such a sweet person I had no doubt she genuinely was distressed.
“I… um… may have accidentally created a biohazard in my apartment and gotten evicted?” I laughed, the sound hollow and desperate. “I need to be out by eight tonight, and I have nowhere to go, and I have my cats, and --” My voice broke, tears threatening.
There was a muffled commotion in the background. I could hear Carrie talking and other people responding, but it was like she had her hand over the speaker or something. I closed my eyes, bracing for rejection.
“Now drop me a pin and we’ll get over there.” Carrie sounded determined and, I thought, authoritative? Like she was the one giving the orders and everyone else was doing her bidding. So, I did as she instructed. “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Relief flooded through me so fast I nearly dropped the phone. “We?” My voice came out a squeak. I knew Carrie’s man was a member of a local motorcycle club called Kiss of Death. Which I kind of liked the sound of, but it was still a motorcycle club. Honestly, though, I kind of thought the guys I’d met at the coffee shop were much safer than some of the people living in this building.
“Oh yeah! The girls are gonna get you a room ready while Hannah and I are bringing Knuckles and Hawk. We’ll get you packed up and out of there in no time.”
“I don’t want to cause anyone any trouble, Carrie. It’s bad enough I’m asking you guys for a place to stay.”
“Nonsense! We all want to help!” There was more racket in the background, then Carrie was back. “We’re bringing boxes and some big contractor bags. Anything you want to keep that’s soiled or smells too bad we can put in there and wash later. Be on the lookout for a blue Bronco.”
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.
Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.
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Motive Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Meet the Invisible Guest in your wealth-biased relationships
Publication Date: October 10, 2025
Publisher: Serapis Bey Publishing
Packed with uncommon insights, boots on the ground exercises, and real client stories, you will emerge from the experience with a profound exhale of relief, and practical steps to make the journey from friction to ease.
About the Author
Joe Strazzeri is an attorney and counselor to successful families and business owners. With a lifelong desire to become a lawyer, he leveraged his second career as a general contractor, hammering nails to pay for law school. He has been self-made since his 20s.
He is a founding partner in four companies that serve multi-generational affluent families and self-made business owners, and he teaches the trusted advisors to both. Their life’s work centers on Three Systems of Family Thriving: family wealth, family relationships and family business relationships, and family advisory relationships. They focus on four key capabilities: tax masterminding, business succession, cleaning up messes in families’ existing planning, and Family Synergy Work.
Over 25 years in business, he and his teams have counseled more than 750 eight- and nine-figure net worth families, and thousands of others. This experiential sample size renders the insights and perspectives shared in this book.
Joe credits his entrepreneurial tenacity to the dichotomy of his parents’ origins. His mother a German, Iowa farmgirl, and his father, a crazy Sicilian entrepreneur, who began life as a teenage immigrant and drove the success of several real estate enterprises.
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October 11, 2025
Mein Kampf: An Autopsy Of The Nazi Mind (Readers Imbibing Peril Challenge 2025)
The Holocaust is one of those events that seems impossible, but it happened. I have no doubt that it could happen again.
The events of this terrible time in history should never be forgotten, and it is necessary to study the beliefs and attitudes that led to them.
I haven't been able to do the Readers Imbibing Peril challenge every day like I did during the past couple of years, but when I find something worth sharing, such as this documentary, I will do so.
October 10, 2025
IT'S BACK??? | NaNo 2.0!
I'm participating in AutoCrit's Novel 90 challenge. I'm a lifetime member. I had something of a love-hate relationship with NaNoWriMo. I'm a perfectionist, so I'd get very angry with myself if I didn't hit 50,000 words. This year has been rough with my mother dying, losing my 21-year-old cat grandson, and all the medical stuff in my household between me, my son, and his dad. So, I'm not going to force myself to do a specific word count. I've had trouble finishing projects this year, so I'm trying to be kinder to myself than usual and just concentrate on finishing things, no matter how short or long and no matter how long it takes. I just write something every day.
Also, my squirrel brain will not allow me to work on only one project. I have a fiction project (or two or five) and a non-fiction project that focuses on recovery from trauma using poetry and art.
I love Kate's candy corn bat squishmallow thing! I want one!
Go here to check out AutoCrit's Novel 90 challenge.https://bit.ly/SelfEditEasier
Now I need to figure out what I'm going to do with my Substack. I've never gained much traction there and it's kind of a pain in the ass having to look after more than one blog.
Ornery Owl Has Spoken
Google is stupid. It's telling me I need to log in to access my account. However, I'm already logged in.
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Stupid Google!
My Florida ABC Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children’s Book / Alphabet / Early Learning / Picture Book
Date Published: September 3, 2025
Take your little one on a sunny adventure through the Sunshine State with My ABC Florida — a bright, cheerful alphabet book filled with fun, Florida-themed words and charming illustrations.
From A for Alligator to Z for Zoo, each page introduces a new letter with colorful scenes that celebrate Florida’s nature, culture, and magic. Perfect for toddlers and preschoolers, this heartwarming book supports early learning through positive visuals, simple words, and a whole lot of sunshine.
* Early letter recognition
* Florida-themed vocabulary
* Beautiful, vibrant artwork
* Great for bedtime or classroom reading
A perfect gift for curious little explorers — whether you live in Florida or love it from afar!
About the Author
Born in the heart of Siberia, Russia, she pursued her passion for storytelling with a degree in Journalism. A mother of two, she blends life experience with creativity, crafting stories that inspire and guide children in meaningful ways.
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Fire Safety Basics Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children’s Books → Health, Safety & Daily Life
Date Published: September 9, 2025
Fire can feel scary — but with Rick and Dan, children discover safety without fear.
Rick and Dan are just ordinary boys — but with them and their friends, learning about fire safety becomes an exciting and important adventure!
In this beautifully illustrated children's book, kids will learn the most important fire safety rules in a fun and engaging way. From knowing when to call 911 to how to safely exit a building during a fire, “Fire Safety Basics” helps children build confidence and stay calm — without fear or panic.
What makes this book special:
* Designed for kids ages 3–8
* Gentle, hand-drawn illustrations on every page
* Covers real-life fire safety tips in a playful, reassuring way
* Great for early learners, preschoolers, and elementary students
* Perfect for reading at home or in classrooms
Whether you're a parent, teacher, or caregiver, this book is a warm, thoughtful tool to introduce children to fire safety in a way they’ll understand — and remember.
About the Author
Born in the heart of Siberia, Russia, she pursued her passion for storytelling with a degree in Journalism. A mother of two, she blends life experience with creativity, crafting stories that inspire and guide children in meaningful ways.
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