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Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors
by Benjamin Wallace

Giveaway ends March 29, 2013.

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New cover day!

I love new cover day!

Here is the cover for my next book The Bulletproof Adventures of Damian Stockwell: Terrors of Tesla.

The original illustration is by the same artist that did the cover art for Horrors in Honduras. She’s pretty awesome.

Crystal Roznik added the lightning and did the layout.

It’s not too late to be a part of this new book. Please check out my indiegogo campaign to see the cool rewards supporters receive.

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Prisoner’s Dilemma: A Duck & Cover Adventurette

Prisoner’s Dilemma: A Duck & Cover Adventurette

by Benjamin Wallace

“Have you ever been in one of these fight-to-the-death things?”

There was nothing remarkable about the man that asked the question. Several piercings protruded from his face. His hair was but a blue strip down the center of his head and a collection of nicks from a recent shave. Instead of a shirt he wore a patchwork of leather straps and rubber pads. It was the outfit of a wasteland raider. Nothing remarkable at all.

His reply was accompanied by a regretful nod, “Yes.”

“Did you win?”

Jerry sighed, leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

“That … that was a stupid question. Obviously you won or you wouldn’t … never mind.” The chains clanked as he rang his hands together and rocked back and forth. “How … how did you win?”

Jerry looked the raider in the eyes. His answer was a question, “Which one?”

“Which one? You’ve been in more than … how many have you been in?”

Jerry shrugged.

“You don’t know?”

He rubbed at his own shackles. They were surprisingly new. More often than not, shackles were rusted and, hopefully, weak at the joints. These were freshly forged.  “I’ve been in a few; you’d be surprised how many places have adopted the death match as their justice system.”

“Justice? But, I didn’t do anything!”

The links in the chain jangled as Jerry held out his hands. “You think I belong here?”

The raider looked at the shackles on his own hands. He winced and tried to hide them from view. “I took a bag of flour. Okay? One bag of flour. And for that you want to kill me. Oh, man. This isn’t fair.”

In only a matter a minutes, Jerry would be entering in a fight to the death with the man chained to the wall across from him. The man in the bondage armor. The man with the piercings. The man who was starting to cry.

“This isn’t fair. You’ve been in all these death matches. I haven’t been in any. You’re totally going to kill me. Why do you want to kill me?”

“I don’t want to kill anybody.”

“But, you’re going to. You’re going to kill me. Unless … “ The sobbing stopped momentarily, “Will … will you let me kill you?”

“No.”

“It’s so unfair!” The chains rattled as he tried to place his face in his hands and cry. They snapped tight a few inches short of his face.

“You’re right. It’s not fair. Death match seems a little extreme for stealing a bag of flour.”

“Right? And it’s probably the same for you. What you did probably doesn’t deserve this either. Right?”

Jerry smiled an apology. “No, I probably deserve to be here.”

“This sucks so bad.”

“C’mon, man. Surely you’ve got a chance. A big tough raider like you? Maybe you’ll kill me.”

The only response was sobbing.

“I mean, look at you. You’ve got the leather and all that metal in your face …”

The raider stopped crying long enough to spit two of the piercings out of his mouth. They bounced at Jerry’s feet and stuck to the chains that held him to the wall of the former Piggly Wiggly. “They’re magnets.”

“I don’t … “

“The real ones hurt okay. But, you have to have them if you want to be in the gang. So I lied and used magnets. It was the only way I was going to be accepted.” He had tried to make air quotes, but the chains stopped him.

The end of the world had forced many into awkward situations. Principles, morals and personal style had quickly been abandoned in trade for safety in numbers. Fear had driven many to compromise their strongest beliefs. Many had become thugs and raiders. Some had been forced into cannibalism while others still had to move back in with their parents.

The confession drove the raider further into hysterics, “My hair … my hair was gorgeous. And they made me do this to it. You think is my natural color? It’s a sandy blonde.”

“Look. I’m not judging you.”

The raider gestured with his head to the rubber shoulder pads. “You see these? These are tires. They make us wear tires. Why? I don’t know. They just do.” There was a long wail. “Do you know how much this chafes?”

“It’s probably … “

“A lot, okay? I stink. I can’t stand my own smell in this leather. We’re in Georgia and they make us wear leather and recycled Goodyears. Idiots.”

“Then why did … “

“Because they had food. And I was hungry. That’s why. So I shaved my head, dyed my hair and stayed with them. Then they ran out of food. And they told me to steal some food or they’d kill me, so I did steal some food and now you want to kill me.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

“Yeah, right. What about all those other death matches? I guess you didn’t want to kill them either.”

“Well, those were different.”

“How?”

“I was usually trying to kill the person before the match. This is the first time I’ve been thrown in with some random guy that has no business even being in a death match.”

The raider rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s what you said.”

“Now you’re just being a baby.”

The raider tried to give Jerry the finger, but couldn’t raise his hand high enough for the proper effect.

Silence enveloped the old walk in freezer. All was quiet but the sobbing of the raider. In all his years in the wasteland, Jerry had never taken the life of an innocent man. He killed only in self-defense or the defense of others. This would be the first time that he would be pitted against someone who didn’t really deserve to die.

Of course, he didn’t want to die himself, so throwing the match was out of the question. He examined the chains that bound him to the floor of the old Piggly Wiggly. At this point in his career as a post-apocalyptic nomadic warrior, he’d lost track of how many times he’d been shackled to a wall. These were some quality chains. No weak links. No exposed screws. The chains even disappeared through a hole in the stainless steel wall so there was no chance of loosening them from their mounting bracket. There was no escaping them.

The raider’s sobbing turned to sputtering. “I’m dead. I’m just going to let you kill me.”

Jerry cast his eyes down. It was true that the raider would most likely end up dead. It would be easier to kill him if the man was fighting back. At least he could rationalize it as self defense. But to just strike him down without knowing his name?

“Hey. What’s your name?” Jerry asked.

The raider wiped his nose on his rubber shoulder pad and sputtered the answer, “Razor.”

“What was it before you picked something stupid?”

Razor nodded, “Tim.”

“Listen, Tim. Have you ever heard of the Prisoner’s Dilemma?”

“No.”

“It’s a game where … “

“Yes. I have. I’ve played that game.”

“It’s not a video game.”

“Then, no. No, I haven’t.”

“Just, shut up for a second and listen. This whole set up is weird. The new chains, the punishment not fitting the crime; everything here tells me that these people are new to the whole death match justice thing. We may be able to use that to our advantage.”

“How?”

“There are only a few ways this can play out. We can both go in there and try to kill each other in which case you probably end up dead.”

“I don’t like that way.”

“You can refuse to fight in which case you also end up dead.”

“This dilemma thing is a really stupid game.”

“I could refuse to fight and you kill me.”

“I like that way best.”

“But, what happens if we both refuse to fight?”

Tim the raider looked confused. “I … I don’t know. What happens?”

Jerry shrugged.

“You don’t know either? It’s your stupid game.”

“Look, it could be our best chance. Worst case, they just shoot us both.”

“That’s a pretty bad worst case.”

“Yeah but at least we didn’t kill each other. In our final moments we stood like men and not the base creatures they’re trying to make us.”

Tim looked at him for a long moment. “I’ve got a blue mohawk and magnets in my face. Do you really think I’m worried what people think of me.”

“Tim, we can do this. We can stand together and refuse to play their game. Together we can show them that decency still exists. That we haven’t all fallen so far from a civilized race that we would settle petty disputes with murderous entertainment. Let’s show them that we can still do what’s right.”

The raider looked at the ground and back up to Jerry. His lip stiffened and he nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

Jerry smiled. Humanity had turned on itself after everything collapsed. Evidence of its fall was rampant in the wasteland. But he had also seen it return at the most dire of times. He’d seen that small spark of civility roar to life when it was needed most. Perhaps this was one of those times. Perhaps their example would fan the flames of decency in their captors.

The old freezer door swung open. Light poured in along with the roar of a bloodthirsty audience. Two large men stepped into the freezer and dragged Jerry and Tim to their feet. They were placed next to each other as the chains were uncoupled from their shackles.

“I’m proud of us, Tim.”

“Me, too. But … “

“But, what?”

“What if you’re tricking me? What if I say I won’t fight, but you say you will?”

Jerry was stopped before he could speak.

“Or what if I say I won’t fight and then try and kill you? How do we know if we can trust each other?”

“Well, Tim, that’s kind of the dilemma part.”

They were both shoved out of the freezer and into the center of the arena. The entire town seemed perched on the edge its walls.

They roared for death. They shouted for brutality.

Above them all on a perch was a man in a judge’s robe. He held his hand for silence. When the crowd complied he struck a gavel three times against a block of wood and boomed his order, “Fight!”

Jerry and Tim looked at each other.

copyright Benjamin Wallace 2013

Read more of Jerry’s adventures in the full length novel, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors: A Duck & Cover Adventure

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Amalgamted Thoughts & Concepts – The First Week

I’ve been at the new job for a week now and I’ve learned a couple of things:

THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A NORMAL WEEK

Week 1 saw my oldest boy home for two days with strep. It would be easy to blame any lack of productivity on him. So, I will.

But, looking ahead I can tell that there will be no such thing as a normal week. Next week is Spring Break. The kids get Friday off both weeks after that. I’m not sure why they get a week off and then two four-day weeks in a row. I can only assume that all the math problems have been solved so there is less to learn than when we went to school.

THERE’S A LOT OF LAUNDRY

The daydream version of being a full time author included an old home on the town square that I would use for my office. The reality is that my office is just down the hall from the washer and dryer. I don’t mind doing it. I hate folding it.

I DON’T MISS PEOPLE AS MUCH AS I THOUGHT I WOULD

I’m hardly a social butterfly, but I knew that I’d miss adult conversation. The dogs are great company, but they don’t laugh at my jokes. They also don’t leave the room when they have to let one go—something I’ve now learned to appreciate about people.

I really thought I’d miss people. But, after seeing the Harlem Shake video my former company posted on YouTube and passed around on Facebook, I think it will be a while before I say, “I wish I worked in an office again.”

So that was the first week. We’ll see how week two plays out.

-ben

 

 

 

 

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First Day at the New Job

I got let go from my job on Friday.

After 13 years, almost to the day, my career in advertising came to an end. I’ll always be proud of the work I produced. These include such classics as:

Bagelize Their Sandwich (This actually got written up in the NYT as an example of what’s wrong with America—a proud day for me)

Go Down More Often (a ski pass offer that sold into an apparently oblivious client in Utah.)

And, for the last 4 years, variations of Save $1 when you buy 2 (8 oz. or larger) bags of Lay’s Potato Chips.

Now, no one would deny that it was a great run. But, the economy being what it is, and everyone realizing that store brand potato chips are just as delicious as the name brand, there had to be cutbacks.

Getting laid off sucks for a whole mess of reasons. But, I’m going to look at the bright side of this. For example, I finally have time to take advantage of the free neck trim they offer between haircuts.

On top of the neck trim, I already have a new job. It’s the best job I’ve ever had. I’m working for myself and I’m an awesome boss.

Today is my first day at Amalgamated Thoughts & Concepts. What do we do here? We write. We make words do all kinds of fancy shit. Sometimes we’ll even put art to those words. Sometimes it’s just art. But, most importantly, we make things up. We make up people, worlds, stories, entire universes, alternate realities and more.

At my last job I ended up just making coupons and awesome ideas that never went anywhere.

These ideas are going places.

I’m very excited for the first day at my new job.

Want in on the excitement? You can be a part of our first great adventure here.

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If You Had All Day

What would you do if you had all day?

No commute. No job. Just hours of potential.

I can’t be the only one that loathes sitting in traffic for a couple of hours each day. I’m certain not everyone is content to work for the profit of others for 8 hours.

So, if you had all day to yourself everyday. No more nine to five. What would you do? Sleep in? Learn to paint? Take over the neighborhood in a silent coup while the neighbors were at work?

Put it in the comments and let’s talk about it.

I really want to know. What would you do if you had all day?

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Using My Words – Consulting

Consulting? Me? Yep.

No one is more surprised than I am that folks want my opinion. Not that I don’t have a lot of opinions. Still, it surprises me.

But, if you think about it, it kind of makes sense. I’ve been in advertising and promotions for nearly 15 years and I’ve got several bestsellers out there in the new world of ebooks. That’s not a bad combination.

In fact, I’m kind of like the Wonder Twins, but, instead of forming a giant eagle and a bucket of water, my experiences bump fists to create a strong brand and unique ideas on how to promote books.

I’m always willing to help and I’ll continue to offer general, unsolicited advice. If you would like my undivided attention, however, feel free to solicit me here and during our time together I will be 100% focused on you and your work. Unless you’ve got something in your teeth. Then I’m giving you 98% and the food 2% until I figure out a way to make you aware of it without making it weird for anyone.

So what will I do? I’m going to start with several packages:

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THE AUTHOR THING - I’ll read your book and tell you what I think. It’s really as simple as that. I’m not a proofreader or an editor but I’ll give you my perspective on the story, your writing and try to help you along if you need it.
 
Includes:
• Full manuscript read

• 1-3 pages of notes of feedback on story and writing

• A follow up call to discuss feedback – if you want to just yell at me, that’s fine too. (It’s your dime)
 
Cost:  $1/MS page $100 min

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THE FRIEND MAKER - I’ve have a lot of fun and success playing around on Twitter and the other social media sites and the one thing I can tell you is that most people out there are doing it wrong. It’s about engaging. Not nagging. I’ll take a look at all of your social sites and tell you how to make them work better for you.

Includes:

• Evaluation of your social media platform (blogs, website, Twitter, Facebook, etc..)

• Custom strategy and “bits” you can use to increase interaction with your followers

• Free copy of Giving the Bird: The Indie Author’s Guide to Twitte
 
Cost: $200

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THE AD MAN - There’s the standard methods of book promotion, but are they working for you? Let’s work together to create a campaign the will get your book to stand out. I’ll provide white paper concepts for your title.

Includes:

• Unique promotional concepts for your book

• Ad campaign concepts

• Book launch strategy

Cost: $300



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THE BRAND BUILDER – I’ve spent the last two years building my own brand and have spent almost fifteen doing it for others. Now, I want to help you.

Includes:

• Strategy and advice on building yourself as a brand across all platforms

• Includes the Friend Maker evaluation

Cost: $300



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THE HOTLINE – You can call me with any other questions you have. Not day or night. It’s not like you’re the Kremlin or Commissioner Gordon. We’ll schedule something.

Includes:

• Your questions answered

• I will not tell you what I’m wearing

Cost: $50/hour

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THE FULL BENJAMIN -Writing a book and don’t know where to start? This is the package for you. I’ll help you through the entire process.

Includes:

• All of the above plus 10 hours on on the Hotline.

Cost: $1000

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Contact me if you’re interested.

-ben

 

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A Writer’s Space – Lindsay Marks

Get your envy pants on, boys and girls. Lindsay Marks, author of Daddy Issues, is here to share her writing spaces with us. That’s right, spaces. With a space for every purpose and an ocean just out the door she’s got a lot to share.

 

WHEN THE MUSE CALLS, SHE NEEDS SPACE

By Lindsay Marks

Greetings from Santa Monica, California! I’m thrilled to be included in Ben Wallace’s tour of writing spaces. My writing space is determined by what that muse is telling me to do.

First Draft Crank-It-Out

For the primary composition of a first draft, my trusty desk is the place.

 

Essential features:

Earbuds for sound control (see below)

Space heater under my mousing hand (yes, it gets cold here in Southern California!)

Footstool with pillow to prop up the feet

Nail care kit in the front pencil holder, for those moments when I hit a snag

The “LOVE” box holds things like paperclips and stickie notes

Phone on top of Kindle at my right hand

Sound control

As beautiful as Santa Monica is, it is a city. I have lovely young neighbors with a healthy, audible sex life, along with traffic noise and garbage trucks in the back alley. If I can’t find silence or predictable background noise, I go nuts. The earbuds are essential.

If I’m not listening to my iTunes playlist or Pandora, I’m filling my ears with ambient sounds.

Moods (with alarm clock) (generally I pick rain)

This is for timed writing sprints.

Outdoors Sounds

This one has several choices of natural sounds. You don’t have to actually fill in the sign-in block. Just pick the one you want      to hear with the choices at the bottom of the screen and let it run.

White Noise

Great site. Who knew there were different “colors” of white noise? I prefer the brown myself.

Star Trek Ambient Engine Noise

Does this need any explanation? (Who’s a Trekkie? Raise your hands!)

Draft editing

When it’s time for redlining a hard copy of the draft, “the chair” is the place.

This chair is wildly comfortable but next to impossible to get out of once you’re in it. It encourages, then, long periods of editing without interruption. I have to be sure I’ve got everything I need before I start, which includes: red pen, phone, earbuds, taking care of any pending bodily functions, a drink (usually non-alcoholic!), and then of course, the draft itself. (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve forgotten that last item.)

Note my grandfather’s old Royal typewriter to the left. It keeps me honest.

Research and editing

The best place in town to get some concentrated time in is the fabulous Santa Monica Public Library, a few blocks from my apartment at 6th and Santa Monica Boulevard.

The library has a café where you can get a mean BLT.

Can you see my favorite library editing space below? It’s the little two-seater table way up in the shadows of the upper middle. No one else goes there. It’s heaven, with a view of all the palms and plantings and that BLT just steps away.

 

For a change of pace

There’s nothing like the view at Palisades Park along the coast. You can go down there with a raft of pages or your laptop and write your masterpiece in the sun.

The famous Santa Monica Pier, featured in countless movies and TV shows, is in the background below.

Below is one of my favorite spots in the world—the Montana Ridge sculpture at the end of Montana Avenue. I have some sort of mystical connection with it—when I stood on this spot on my first trip to California almost twenty-five years ago, I knew I would live here someday. And here I am. One of the scenes in my book Daddy Issues is set here, with my character achieving a moment of epiphany while taking in the view.

And this is the view. That’s the coast to the north, going up to Malibu. Santa Monica sits on a sixty-foot cliff overlooking the ocean, with a wide beach below.

Of course, if you’re taking a break, all you might see is this:

About Lindsay Marks

Lindsay Marks has never been able to stay away from storytelling, but it wasn’t until a few years ago she gained the courage to call herself a writer. Her first novel, Daddy Issues (set in Southern California and published Nov. 2012), tells of thirty-something Alison’s wrestling with the death of her mother and her longstanding hatred for her father through some intense sexual experimentation with a man who should have known better. You can find the book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Lulu.

Follow Lindsay on Twitter: @ByLindsayMarks.

Her blog is: www.LindsayMarks.com.

And finally, you can find her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LindsayMarksWriter.

Thank you, Lindsay, for sharing your writing spaces with us. You have my envy, especially since you get to play on those rings when you’re not writing. Be sure and check out Lindsay’s book, everyone.

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Rachel Thompson – 10 Things I Wish I Knew

10 Things I Wish I Knew About Being an Author I Didn’t Know Before

by Rachel Thompson

When I first started writing my author blog (about four and a half years ago), I had NO idea the extent of marketing I would have to do once I published my first book.

Now that I’m three books in (all bestsellers), I’ve developed a system that works for me. It’s not brain surgery, it’s not impossible, but it is hard work.

And it all starts with having an author platform.

Lots of people have written about author platforms; but back then, I had no comprehension of what that meant (and while I have a fairly extensive sales and marketing background, publishing was all new to me).

So what is an author platform and how can knowing this help you? I’m drawing on my own experiences, what I’ve read and learned, as well as the business clients who do what I recommend.

Let’s deconstruct.

The primary components of any platform include:

Social Media
Website
Blog
Ads
Digital copy.

I’ll break down each one with an additional tip on how I do things.

Social Media: Everyone knows you have to be on (at the very least), Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. That’s kind of a given. What people don’t tell you is that you need a Facebook page, separate from your personal Facebook account (however you can manage it from there). Why? Facebook personal accounts (where you ‘friend’ people) were not created for selling. Also, they limit you to 5,000 friends, which sounds like a lot, but once you get more well-known? Not so much.
Success: For the best chance at success, be sure to not go into social media thinking, ‘Hey this is awesome! I’m just gonna link to my own books all the time, in every share, message, and tweet!’ Not only will people unfollow/unfriend you, it’s also extremely counterproductive to doing any actual selling. Tip: Use keywords that connect to your subject/genre. Glean articles from the Net and share those. RT/share others. Be generous in supporting people. Add visual formats like YouTube, Instagram, and Pinterest. And above all else, have a presence on G+. Google owns it. Google is the largest search engine in the world. You do the math.
Website: I had NO idea until I finally convinced myself to switch from blogger to WordPress.org that my SEO/SMO was in the tank. Why does this matter? Paying someone (not a lot) to optimize my site (and then coaching me on how to do it) has made a huge difference in my Google ranking and Alexa.com score. What does that mean? I’m more visible, more exposed (in a good way!), and I’ve made it easier for people to find me.
Optimization: It’s okay if you don’t understand what it means. Hire someone who does. I truly had no clue how important it was to optimize my site or what all was involved. I’m grateful to @SugarBeatBC for her knowledge and patient help.
Blog: A natural extension of any author is your blog. Again, use your keywords to come up with subjects or a theme to your writing, and update your blog at least once per week. Google’s algorithms look at how fresh your content is. If you don’t post often, your ranking goes down. Boo.
Topics: Confused on what to blog about? Find blogs you really like, and see what their focus is. Write about what you know. Share excerpts from your book(s). Have guests (remember, be generous?). Tip: post on the weekend for more comments, during the week for more shares (Source: Dan Zarrella).
Ads: Many authors don’t want to tangle with the beast that is Google AdWords. I didn’t either! I tried to learn many times but looking at cost per keyword makes me think of algebra class and hey, writer here. Math is NOT my forte. So I make my husband do it. Ha! (In fact, he’s become so proficient at doing AdWords, he hung up his shingle at The AdWords Guy, and helps other authors learn, or manages their campaigns for them.)
Keywords: Yes, again. Even if you don’t get how AdWords works, at least you can use their Keyword Tool to run your words through (ie, I use relationships, grief, loss, love, romance, etc.). It’s free and fairly easy to use.
eBook or Digital Copy: Is it really necessary to have an eBook version of your book? In a word: duh. Of course it is! Report vary, but anywhere from 50-70% of all books purchased over the last year were in eBook format; of those, 50% were purchased from Amazon.

(People are still somewhat confused about this. You CAN purchase eBooks from Amazon without a Kindle. All you need to do is download their free apps for smartphone, computer, tablet, or cloud. It’s SO easy! Even Nook readers can read Amazon books (not on their Nook of course. Barnes and Noble isn’t stupid.), but from the free apps.)

10) Embrace Technology: No matter what your personal opinions are about eBooks, digital content is our future – right now. As baby boomers age, purchases made from home have skyrocketed. Younger people have become used to the instant gratification from gaming and social media, which makes eBooks perfect for your younger demographic.

Okay, that’s it! Almost every single one of these points I learned during the process of publishing or after. I hope they help you to be successful but remember, first and foremost, write a terrific book first!

PRAISE FOR BROKEN PIECES: 

‘So ridiculously amazing, I can’t take it’ ~ Gabe Berman, Author ‘Live LIke A Fruit Fly‘

‘Engrossed. It is a grippingly brilliant work’ ~ Frank Feather, author and blogger

‘Any woman who has had a former lover (or two or three) will be able to relate to this. Her writing is very poetic.’ ~ LS Hullinger, reader, writer

‘A brilliant and intense must read’ ~ Jeffery Rowan, reader

Out less than three weeks,  Broken Pieces  already hit the Paid Top 10 list on Women’s Studies!

Welcome to bestselling author Rachel Thompson’s newest nonfiction work! Vastly different in tone from her previous essay collections A Walk In The Snark and The Mancode: Exposed, BROKEN PIECES is a collection of pieces inspired by one woman’s life: love, loss, abuse, trust, grief, and ultimately, love again.

This is NOT a humor book! It IS a book about relationships, a study of women, a book with heart.Want to see why people love it? Why they call it ‘riveting, powerful, insightful?’

Read it and see why Broken Pieces is tearing up the lists for Nonfiction, Women’s Studies, and books for women!

Buy Now @ Amazon

Genre – NonFiction

Rating – PG13

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Orangeberry Book Tours – Broken Pieces by Rachel Thompson

Check out author and friend, Rachel Thompson’s new book.

PRAISE FOR BROKEN PIECES: 

‘So ridiculously amazing, I can’t take it’ ~ Gabe Berman, Author ‘Live LIke A Fruit Fly‘

‘Engrossed. It is a grippingly brilliant work’ ~ Frank Feather, author and blogger

‘Any woman who has had a former lover (or two or three) will be able to relate to this. Her writing is very poetic.’ ~ LS Hullinger, reader, writer

‘A brilliant and intense must read’ ~ Jeffery Rowan, reader

Out less than three weeks,  Broken Pieces  already hit the Paid Top 10 list on Women’s Studies!

Welcome to bestselling author Rachel Thompson’s newest nonfiction work! Vastly different in tone from her previous essay collections A Walk In The Snark and The Mancode: Exposed, BROKEN PIECES is a collection of pieces inspired by one woman’s life: love, loss, abuse, trust, grief, and ultimately, love again.

This is NOT a humor book! It IS a book about relationships, a study of women, a book with heart.Want to see why people love it? Why they call it ‘riveting, powerful, insightful?’

Read it and see why Broken Pieces is tearing up the lists for Nonfiction, Women’s Studies, and books for women!

Buy Now @ Amazon

Genre – NonFiction

Rating – PG13

More details about the author

Connect with Rachel Thompson on Twitter & Facebook

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