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Monday Morning Sneak Peek - AND THEN I SMILED by Dean K Miller

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AND THEN I SMILED by Dean K Miller


And Then I Smiled: Reflections of a Life Not Yet Complete finds grace in life’s simplest moments. Through poems, essays and stories, readers journey from beaches, mountain streams and city parks to destinations in realms we seldom visit, both inside and outside the physical world. Seemingly average moments of life create the backdrop for Miller’s keen observations and his thought provoking and personal essays touch on various facets of life, family, nature and the energy that surrounds us.


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Hearts
I rediscovered my writing journey and followed its path. It led to a friend for guidance and advice. She works at a faith-based publishing company and has authored several books and articles. We first met over a decade ago.We had an initial meeting to discuss my writing. After a few follow-up emails, I was set free like a small bird taking flight into an unknown world. However, after many months on my own, I felt it was time to return to the nest and learn again.With her typical grace, she found an hour to offer direction to a fledging writer. We chatted about our lives, our kids, work . . . just catching up. Gradually our discussion turned to writing, both hers and mine. I enjoyed listening as she described her triumphs, as well as her struggles. She explained where she finds inspiration and what gets in her way. She, too, has other writers she turns to for help when she gets stuck. The circle was complete as I returned for help with my work.As I explained my current project, she listened as if I might be the next Pulitzer Prize-winning author. My questions became her quest to find the best answers. She volunteered to do some research for me, even though I knew her spare time was limited. We discussed my first piece more fully and she graciously offered to proof read and edit the first draft, as well as providing feedback about any possibility of publishing the final copy.As we talked she mentioned the exposure she feels when she puts her thoughts to paper, as if she is giving away a piece of her heart. She spoke of the risk and vulnerability that writing produces, and explained how this risk can become its own prison, preventing her from sharing her words, and herself. When I gave her the flash drive that contained my first manuscript, she said I was giving her a piece of my heart.That was particularly true, given the content of that first draft. However, I no longer fear sharing my heart. I have learned that if you are afraid to share your heart, you become afraid to love and afraid to live. This I will not do.Instead, I choose to expose my heart to reap the rewards in the smile of a stranger who may read my words and become a friend.

Moments of a Journey
I’ve journeyed through life, noticing and forgetting, teaching and learning, breathing in and out. I am not lost; so, I cannot be found. A chapter in a just-finished book is titled “Chambered Nautilus.” Two days after reading that chapter, I drove past a tree stump carved into an ocean scene, the curved and segmented form of a large, chambered nautilus shell most prominent street side. For me, tranquility always involves water, and often my thoughts return to the ocean.Tonight’s heavy rain will soon change into snow. Already I miss its random beat on my bedroom window. Soon the river will flow wildly, as snowmelt and spring run-off churn through the Big Thompson Canyon. Until the river calms, Leaky Boat Lake is my fishing haven and I return to catching largemouth bass. When I am alone on that small lake, the water seeping through a pin-hole in the boat’s bow, I am taken back to when I fished with my youngest daughter in that same leaky boat. She held each fish she caught by its lower lip while I captured the memory on camera. Releasing the fish, she’d laugh when it would flip its tail, splashing cold water on her face. Further back in my memory, I sit with my brother and his son in their boat on a river in Washington.
I watch the interaction of father and son, noticing only subtle differences compared to mine with my three daughters. Our parents taught us well. Still deeper in my memory, I am racing upriver with my father as he deftly guides the wooden craft around logs and gravel bars. We stop to fish, and more often than not, find success. He is a master at the art of fishing and I wonder if I’ll ever possess that much knowledge about anything. Beyond that recollection a younger me, wading with my brothers while we fished the small, icy cold rivers fed by the snow fields of Mt. Hood in Oregon. We knew a freedom without bounds—a freedom like one that allows a rock to skip endlessly across a pond. This evening’s moisture began its journey in the Gulf of Mexico. It gave birth to the clouds over the mountains and now cleanses the air, the land, and my thoughts. Should not the rain have the taste of salt, since it was brought from the sea? In the sea and along its shores, I have journeyed far: Hawaii, Oregon, California, Mexico, Florida, New Jersey, Canada, Washington, St. Thomas, St. Lucia. The water was always salty, sometimes calm, sometimes violent, yet always calling to my soul. Riding its waves I have experienced joy as unbinding as is possible, and faced my fears over and over again. Now the river and a small pond hold my humanity in loving care. Their waters will someday reach the sea; in their journey, they will transport a piece of me.I am alive, and so my passage on this planet is not complete. My wistful memories typed out on keyboard and computer brings “back to now” the moments gone before. They are happening with each step I take.In an email a friend asked of my memories after sharing one of his own. This is what I’ll send to him: “I am lying in the sun amidst a field of green and gold, dreaming of the ocean, knowing I am home . . . and I am smiling.”
~ A Second Day of Gray ~
A second day of gray.
More rain; more solitude.
My senses are soaking up
what the droplets offer
nearly as fast as the thirsty ground.

Standing outside in the deluge
it’s another chance to look within.
Now the rain; a steady beat on my face–
A welcome respite
a chance to learn, to wash away the fear.
To join the flowers of spring
planting our roots deep
in the softened soil.
That is where we find our strength
the flowers and I;
to express ourselves on the next sunny day,
with confidence, beauty and grace.
Welcoming all who seek
what they think we may hide.
Only to find we truly are
what we appear—
And so much more.

Monday Morning Sneak Peek - INTERRED by Marilyn Almodovar

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INTERRED (Chronicles of the Interred #1) by Marilyn Almodovar


Time has never been an issue for Baxter Jacobs, but then she never knew she had the ability to Bend it.

As her sixteenth birthday approaches, Baxter inherits a pendant that will change her life. Connected to the pendant is a dark and mysterious young man named Declan Ashdown. Trapped in a Time loop for the past 122 years, Declan needs Baxter’s help to escape. The only problem is, she has no idea how to do it.

To acquire the power she needs to free him, she’ll become one of the Interred, those whose Magical abilities emerge as they come of age. When she does, she’ll discover that Declan isn’t the only one interested in the fact that she’s a Time Bender.

As the Interment arrives, Baxter knows this will be no Sweet Sixteen. A vengeful relative and ruthless Council are determined to control her. Declan’s powerful and charming descendant, Jack Ashdown, claims he can save her. She’ll soon have to decide who she can trust, and how to master her new abilities before Time runs out.
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Chapter 1
My cell teases me. The moment I move to my bedroom window, it seems to perk up, only to stick out its tongue and die on me. I wonder if I should hold a funeral. It’s been hours since the thing worked. Maybe I should just give up on trying to communicate with the outside world. I place the phone on the nightstand and press my forehead against the window. With no cable and no cell phone, it’s as if we’re living in the eighties or something. It’s going to be a long winter break. Propelled by a need to satisfy my boredom, my feet take me back to the computer. No internet. Can this day get any worse? “Please, please, please,” I plead softly, staring at the monitor. The internet bar is dead, red cross over it and all. I look again out the window. The snow has been falling nonstop all day, a fact that I know wears on my mom’s nerves. She seems convinced that blizzards are health hazards. I guess I can understand why, seeing as her dad died during one. We moved to Florida when I was young, so I haven’t had much exposure to snow. There is something both alluring and terrifying about it “Hey, loser!” my younger brother, Drew, calls from my doorway. “Mom’s going on and on about you getting your bottom downstairs.” He smiles, showing his dimples. I know better than to fall for the sweet façade. He’s twelve and far from an angel, despite the innocent look in his blue eyes. “I’m coming.” Defeated, I turn the computer off and then move to grab my cell phone. I glance at the time on the phone’s display. It’s only a quarter after one. Painful hours without cell or internet access stretch ahead of me. “There’s no signal,” Drew reminds me. “Let’s call this wishful thinking.” I point to the phone and then stick it in the pocket of my jeans. “Yes, you think you can wish,” he laughs, scurrying away from me. I, on the other hand, drag my feet down the stairs. Some of them creak beneath my shoes, reminding me of the age of the Vermont farmhouse. Though the pictures hanging on the wallsare of my family, this house isn’t ours. It belongs to the parents of my stepdad, Dickie. They offered the house to us when we lost our Florida home in a fire earlier this year. I’m not ungrateful, but it’s old and creaky and not at all the type of house that Mom likes. She complains a lot when she thinks no one’s listening. It’s not big enough, according to her, even though there’s an attic, five bedrooms and a basement where she keeps her exercise equipment—which never gets used. Once I reach the living room, I force a smile before I realize that no one’s looking at me. Mom’s on the floor playing with my three-year-old sister, Lorelai, as Drew sits in a corner of the room with a book. Despite the chill, the fireplace sits cold and unused. Mom’s phobias have apparently now extended from snow to fire. “I’m going to help Dickie close the gate,” I say. I wait for a response, expecting Mom to freak at the thought of me going outside. Then I frown, realizing how distracted she looks. She nods, holding onto one of my sister’s dolls as she listens to the radio. The fall of her sunny blonde hair hides the blue eyes that I wish I had inherited, but I know she’s worried. I guess she’s trying to hear whether this blizzard will make the record books and give her more reason to stress. Shrugging, I grab my thick coat from the hall closet. After I zip it up, I step outside and shudder as the wind whips my long, brown hair around my face. I hate the winter. It’s a testament to my utter boredom that I’m venturing out at all. Spotting Dickie’s bright red winter coat through the falling snowflakes, I trudge along the narrow path he created when he walked out to the gate. By the time I reach him, I can barely feel my fingers or toes. “What are you doing out here?” Dickie asks as he turns and spots me. The gate’s already secured, but not locked. I smile, nodding to the fence. “I thought you could use a hand, but it looks like I’m freezing my butt off for nothing.” “It’s fine. I appreciate the company.” He returns the smile, picking up his tools and dropping them in the metal toolbox at his feet. “I’m going to leave it open so it doesn’t get stuck like the last time.” He secures the ski cap covering his ginger-colored hair before picking up the toolbox and walking alongside me back to the house. “Okay, then.” “How’s your Mom?” I sigh, looking at the house. “She’s listening to the radio. I know she gets nervous because of what happened to her dad, but it’s sort of weird to see her this scared.” Dickie knocks his shoulder with mine. “Once spring rolls in, she’ll be fine.” He tilts his head toward me and offers a conspiratorial smile. “It’s the hormones.” I nod, but I don’t say what’s really on my mind. Mom’s been acting strange ever since the house fire. She’s been especially overprotective of me over the last six months, something I don’t know how to handle since she’s never been like this before. It got particularly bad after she received a phone call from England. I can only assume she received unwelcome news from her English relatives since she didn’t tell me what the caller conveyed, though I can’t imagine why the call would affect her behavior toward me. Part of me wonders whether she’s acting like this because of my upcoming birthday. Maybe knowing her firstborn child is about to celebrate her Sweet Sixteen is contributing to her behavior. She’s been extra sensitive about the subject over the past few weeks, refusing to discuss plans for a party. And here it is, just a few weeks until Christmas Day—my birthday— and no party invitations have been sent, no plans made. As I walk beside Dickie, I indulge in a sulk. Mom’s hormones aren’t the cause of her odd behavior. She’s only six weeks pregnant and this has been going on for months. Something else is at the root, but she’s not discussing it with anyone. “Look,” Dickie says, drawing my attention. “Someone’s driving in the middle of the storm.” He points to the lonely road that connects us with another farm about four miles away. “Crazy people,” I say, my breath whitening the air around my head. When we reach the front porch, I turn around and try to spot the car while Dickie continues around to the back of the house to check the fuse box. Through the heavy snow, the black sedan continues down the road at a snail’s pace. Something about the slow-moving vehicle inching through the storm strikes me as ominous. I shrug the feeling away, figuring the driver is just lost. “It’ll be okay,” Dickie assures me as he returns to the front porch. “This is normal for Vermont this time of year.” I swallow my response. Sure it’ll be okay…easy to say for people who grew up in the North. The only blizzards I’ve witnessed have been through the magic of television. This amount of snow should be illegal.
“Come inside before you really do freeze your butt off.” Dickie opens the door and I pull away from the view. “Baxter, can you make some tea please?” Mom asks as I walk by the living room. Nodding, I move to the kitchen where the lights flicker like mad. The storm must be wreaking havoc with the power. As I reach for the kettle, the lights turn off for a few seconds, then back on. It’s unnerving, especially with the wind outside roaring like a wounded animal. Fighting my unease, I carry the kettle to the sink and glance out the window facing the front garden. My heart stops. My brain has surely overdosed on scary movies. My hand presses against the window, leaving an imprint. It’s suddenly midnight black outside and I have to glance at the kitchen clock. Four minutes ‘til two in the afternoon, yet the only visible thing on the field is a boy who looks about my age with long black hair, a top hat and a coat. Around him shines a bright, eerie light, as though a permanent spotlight focuses on him. He walks toward the house. I’m rooted to the spot, unable to move, my body shaking as if I’m under a spell. Even though I can’t see his eyes, I’m convinced he’s looking at me. I’m convinced he knows me. 

Blog Tour Winner!

This post is very late, but life has been all kinds of holiday crazy over here...

First, thanks to everyone who helped me with my blog tour! I tried my best to visit each post and comment/share. I appreciate your support so much!

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R&R Challenge Review #2 - TRAVELERS by Meradeth Houston

**My Review Style Disclaimer (very official, I know...)
I do not do a 1-5 star rating system with my reviews. Honestly, whether a book is "good" or not completely depends on the reader. A book that I rate 5-stars may end up being a 2-star book for you and vice versa. So really, what's the point of that anyway? In the end, I feel like ratings end up hurting people's feelings, so my reviews will just be my reaction to the book after reading it...

I'm not the best at recaps...I kind of figure the author went through the trouble of summarizing the book the best he or she can with the back cover blurb, so why try and re-word it? That being said, here is what the book is about:

Sienna Crenshaw knows the rules: 1) no time traveling beyond your natural lifetime, 2) no screwing with death, and 3) no changing the past. Ever. Sienna doesn’t love being stuck in the present, but she’s not the type to to break the rules. That is, she wasn’t the type until her best friend broke every one of those rules to keep Henry, her twin brother and Sienna’s ex-boyfriend, alive.

Suddenly, Sienna is caught in an unfamiliar reality. The upside? Henry is still alive. The downside? Sienna’s old life, including the people in it, has been erased. Now, Sienna and Henry must untangle the giant knot in time, or her parents and all the rest of the Travelers, will be lost forever. One problem: the only way to be successful is for Henry to die...


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My Review
Time travel boggles my mind. It's one of those things that makes me feel dizzy the moment I start thinking about it and all the sciency rules and what-ifs, yet I still feel incredibly intrigued by the idea. I just watched INTERSTELLAR, and it kind of blew my mind, so it was fun to read a time travel book after watching that.

TRAVELERS introduces an interesting concept. If you were to travel to a different dimension (or timeline) would you feel like an imposter taking over a life with a past that didn't belong to you? People would expect you to be the "other you" but the "real you" may not have the same memories etc.

The main character in TRAVELERS experiences this, and I have to admit, I had never even considered that kind of a dilemma when thinking about time travel. It made for an interesting conflict.

TRAVELERS proposes yet another interesting theoretical question: Does eliminating someone's existence save them from tragedy? Or in other words, is it better to exist and experience great tragedy or pain than to not exist at all?

Don't get me wrong, this is a YA book. The main character is very much a teenager, but the idea is quite complex. Meradeth Houston did a great job developing a storyline with a heart-wrenching conflict.

REDEMPTION Blog Tour - Day 11

Hello! This is week 2 of hopping around from blog to blog as part of my REDEMPTION blog tour. Along the way I'll be hosting a giveaway. At the end, one lucky winner will make off with 3 awesome prizes: A REDEMPTION notebook, a $20 Amazon gift card, and a CHILDREN OF THE GODS coffee mug!

Thanks in advance to everyone who checks out the blog tour posts, and thanks to all of the bloggers who were nice enough to invite me over to their blogs.


BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE

November 2
Virtual Launch Party Posts

November 3Kat Ross - Interview
Tyrean Martinson - Guest Post
Christa Yelich-Koth - Guest Post
Peggy Salkill - Promo Post

November 4Angela Brown - ReviewSunrise Avenue - Review
Wishful Endings - Dream Cast

November 5
Dean K. Miller - Interview
Jordan Sala Tenna - Interview
SolaFide - Promo Post
5 Girls Book Reviews - Promo Post

November 6
Alyssa Petersel - Guest PostMythical Books - Promo Post
Dowie's Place - Review

November 7Erin York - ReviewMelinda VanLone - Interview

November 8Andrew Patterson - Guest Post

November 9Meradeth Houston - Guest PostS.K. Anthony - Guest Post
November 10Lori MacLaughlin - Guest Post
November 11Sandra Ulbrich Almazan - Interview
November 12Holly Youmans - InterviewBethany Lopez - Interview
November 13
KT Hanna - Guest Post
Debra Kristi - Guest Post
Lilicas Place - Excerpt

November 14Toi Thomas - Interview
November 15OMFG Books! - ExcerptCarlyle Labuschagne - Spotlight
November 16Alex J. Cavanaugh - Guest PostMarilyn Almodovar - Interview


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CHASING DESTINY Release Day!

It’s finally here!

An ancient prophecy set forth her ultimate destiny:Destroy the lawless ones or Hell’s gate will burst open.
So much has changed since Reagan shifted for the first time. She found the grandfather and brother she thought were dead, reunited with her grandmother and aunt, met a twin sister for the first time, discovered a powerful magic pulsing through their family’s veins, fell in love, and became part of a pack.
Evil also came into Reagan’s life in the form of Rafe, a madman who commands a demon-werewolf army. He’ll stop at nothing to destroy everything good.
Destiny may have determined Reagan’s fate, but she refuses to allow it to define her path. To save the world, she must:
Gather powerful allies.Call forth a team of angels.Form an unholy alliance.Discover an angel sword.Survive devastating losses.
Along the way, Reagan will discover that strength comes from faith, from believing in the unbelievable, and a new battle cry emerges…
With Faith, We Fight
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Giveaways
To celebrate the release of Chasing Destiny, there are 12 Days of Giveaways. Check out the post here , and enter to win a daily prize(s).
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About the Author
Tia Silverthorne Bach has been married to her college sweetheart for twenty years, has three beautiful girls, and adores living in sunny California. Her daughters were born in Chicago, San Diego, and Baltimore; and she feels fortunate to have called many places home. She believes in fairy tales and happy endings and is an avid reader and rabid grammar hound.
She is an award-winning, multi-genre author and an Editor for Indie Books Gone Wild. From an early age, she escaped into books and believes they can be the source of healing and strength. If she’s not writing, you can find her on the tennis court, at the movies, reading a good book, or spooning Jif peanut butter right out of the jar.
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Other Books:Fractured Glass: A Novel AnthologyDepression Cookies (women’s fiction)
Coming Soon:Seven (a novel experience from the Fractured Glass crew)Chasing Eternity (Tala Prophecy, Book 4)

HYBRID (The Domino Project #2) Release Day!

HYBRID (The Domino Project #2) goes out into the world today.
We're celebrating with an excerpt reading, and a giveaway! 
If you haven't read CHAMELEON - it's on sale until the end of 11/12/15 for $0.99 K.T. Hanna reads https://youtu.be/0iLxBQxALEIBlurbAs Sai recovers from her life-threatening injuries, she struggles to piece together her damaged relationship with Dom. He fights the parasite within, suddenly freed from the interference of the other Dominos in his head. Inside Central, Bastian’s Shine dosing has become a dangerous dance. Enhanced security protocols and endless meetings have him on a tightrope, with little room to move without revealing himself. When the GNW release the Damascus to begin their systemic hunt of the Exiled, the noose closes around the rebels and their allies. If they can’t disable the threat, the Exiled won’t be the Damascus’ only agenda.~Praise for Chameleon - The Domino Project #1“Wow! A fast- paced, science fiction delight with fabulous action, a seamless world, and the most unique characters I’ve read in a long time.” Elana Johnson, Author of the Possession Series.
“Nikita-like post-apocolyptic novel with a heroine that would give Katniss a run for her money.” Alina @ Unfazeable.com
Psionics is wicked cool and I wish a meteor would give me some super-secret powers. The logistics of the abilities are many, and normally would have been a nightmare to follow. Hanna handles it with enough subtle description laced through the opening chapters that you’re able to grasp their powers naturally. Heather @ Aussie Owned and Read
A seriously great sci-fi. Dark, edgy and complex. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It’s a gripping read because of the author’s tense voice; the characters are well defined, believable and likeable, despite all of their flaws; the story flows well; and the ending leaves you on edge to read more. If you like sci-fi, you will love this book. Kate Foster – Author of Winell RoadHYBRID is available at the following retailersAMAZON | INDIEBOUNDWatermark Books - Signed Copies!Celebrate HYBRID's release with us!Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway!a Rafflecopter giveaway

REDEMPTION Blog Tour & Monday Morning Sneak Peek

Hello! Welcome to the second week of my blog tour. The giveaway continues! Plus my awesome blogger buddies are hosting me for some guest posts and interviews. Thanks guys :)
Also, don't forget to scroll down for S.K. Anthony's Monday Morning Sneak Peek in case you missed it last week!

BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE
November 8Andrew Patterson - Guest Post
Melinda VanLone - Interview
Erin York - Review
November 9Meradeth Houston - Guest PostS.K. Anthony - Guest Post
November 10Lori MacLaughlin - Guest Post
November 11Sandra Ulbrich Almazan - Interview
November 12Holly Youmans - InterviewBethany Lopez - Interview
November 13
KT Hanna - Guest Post
Debra Kristi - Guest Post
Lilicas Place - Excerpt

November 14Toi Thomas - Interview
November 15OMFG Books! - ExcerptCarlyle Labuschagne - Spotlight
November 16Alex J. Cavanaugh - Guest PostMarilyn Almodovar - Interview



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**S.K. Anthony's MMSP didn't get a lot of visibility due to my book launch, so I'm posting it again for those of you who didn't get a chance to take a sneak peek at her novel, STATIC. Enjoy!**

Did a weekend of reading leave you wanting more? 
Sneaking peeks of your newest novel from under
your desk at work? 

For the eternal reader...here is your 
Monday Morning Sneak Peek!

Enjoy.


STATIC (The Luminaries Book #2) by SK Anthony


Kevin Pierce is a teleporter, a ladies’ man, and a loyal friend. Or so he thought.

As a genetically altered Luminary, he helps the government bring down some of the most dangerous criminals. Not very challenging if you have his special abilities. But when a group of rebel Luminaries attacks his Organization the fight for survival begins.

One shattering event after another tests the depth of his relationships, his sanity, and his powers. Emotionally torn, Kevin must choose carefully where his loyalty lies. In the middle of all the unexpected chaos he gets the biggest shock of his life when he’s faced by a betrayal he never saw coming. Angry, injured, and ready to even the score, Kevin goes Static . . .
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Chapter 1

It began.I took a deep breath as the walls around me turned into rubber bands. They stretched and elongated outward, causing the world to shimmer as if strung with thousands of strands of silver Christmas tinsel. Before I could exhale, they snapped and came back to me in full force. I felt nothing compared to the amount of space I’d just bent. One second I stood in my office; the next, I walked down a street in Manhattan.Oh, the experience of teleporting. It could be dizzying, but fun.I made my way into a murky building. The haze rose from the floors as the crowd of people pushed past me from all directions. The intoxicating scent of sweat, alcohol, and pheromones hit me as the deejay pumped the music up. “Hey, you made it!” I turned to look at Ryan. “This is where you think I’ll have the time of my life?”“Are you blind?” she asked, smiling. “Look at all the girls; hit them with a little Kevin dust and they are yours. Take your pick.” “I don’t need girls to . . . okay, that one is . . . hmm.” I slanted my head sideways to follow the waitress in the skimpy outfit walking toward the bar. I pulled off my beanie hat and shoved it in my back pocket. I didn’t care about the black mess on my head which was in need of a cut; I hoped the girls would focus on my smile and hazel eyes. That usually did the trick, even in bad lighting like this.“See? I told you.” Ryan smirked. “Oh, here—I got you a beer.” I took the can from her and went right in for a sip. “Thanks, but I still don’t think celebrating my birthday should involve me getting laid while you hang around alone. Unless . . .”—my eyes narrowed—“are you hooking up too?”“Me? Please, I don’t do idiots. This club is filled with idiots.” She rolled her eyes.“Which would include us.”“Well, you, maybe.” Ryan laughed while looking through the crowd. “But as your best friend I have to say I’m disappointed if you think I brought you here only for girls.” Ryan walked away and motioned for me to follow. “So what are we doing here?” I asked.“Well, we’re in a club. We might as well bust a move or two.” The baby blue in Ryan’s eyes sparkled in the light. “And I’m not talking about the dancing kind. Uh . . . hang on.”I watched as Ryan walked up to a guy sitting alone by the bar. The guy reached into his pocket, gave her a piece of paper, and pointed to their left. I followed his finger and saw a blue door behind the deejay booth. I walked straight to it and waited for Ryan to catch up with me.“Let’s go.” Ryan looked at the paper for the code and entered it on the keypad that unlocked the door for us.I shook my head. “You know I could have just—” “Teleported us in here. Yeah, yeah . . . whatever. I’m the one running the show tonight so you’d better do things my way.” Ryan walked in front of me as I threw out my empty beer can in the bin right outside the door. The lighting was minimal but it was enough to follow Ryan’s ass as she led the way. “Are we following a lead or something?” I asked as we walked down the tight corridor. We stopped at the end where three different doors greeted us. “Yep.”“For?”Ryan gave me a wink and placed her hand on the door directly in front of us. “This one is empty.” She then formed a “T” with her body as she reached out both hands to the doors on either side of her, putting her sensing gifts to good use. She beamed and turned to the door on her right. “Ready?”“Always.” I pushed the door open, and raised my right hand. I was ready to stop any bullets that might be coming our way, but all I found was darkness. “What is this?” I asked. “Not sure yet,” she said, and turned the lights on. I scanned the room. It seemed like a hangout lounge with two large, red sofas, a couple tables with nothing on them, and a vending machine. In front of the vending machine we found a man chained to a chair. His arms were pulled straight down, and were tied around his legs individually—forcing him to practically kiss his own knees. All I could manage to say was, “Uh-huh.”The man’s head spun as much as his restraints allowed him. He gave me a slight sneer. “You!”“Hello, Simon. Haven’t seen you since you left the Org,” I said, recognizing the scrawny-looking man.“I’m heavily guarded, boy. I’d watch my back if I were you.” His body trembled with a nervous twitch.“That’s funny. I didn’t see any guards out there. And to be honest I don’t think you’re capable of trying any of your laser tricks without leaving yourself legless.” If memory served me right, his laser beams were as deadly as my brother’s. They were able to fire the laser from the palm of their hands and cut into anything or anyone.“You think so?” he asked right as two guys came from behind us and closed the door.“Well, hello, boys!” Ryan said, as we both studied the new arrivals.They were as different as a rainy and a sunny day. Where one appeared to be in his late teens, tall, and clearly enjoyed a few burgers for breakfast, the other seemed to be in his sixties, short, and anorexic.“Let’s get this over with,” the young one said.The older one nodded as he raised his finger and shot a fireball at Ryan. He was clearly focused on an all-business transaction. Ryan jumped on top of Simon to avoid the fireball, causing him to scream. While I doubted Ryan’s weight could have harmed him, I’m pretty sure her heel did some damage to poor ol’ Simon’s back. Her jumps were Olympic worthy. She may not have offensive Luminary powers in a fight, but she was a damn good fighter.Another fireball was thrown her way, and I watched as she dropped to the floor in time. The fireball hit the vending machine and the sound of glass exploding surrounded the room. I went after the bigger guy instead of enjoying the show. The rebels, as they called themselves, sure had a way of going after the Luminaries with their fighting. This particular dummy enjoyed fighting with a big-ass knife. “Aww, a baby machete. Adorable!” I teased.He pulled it from his holster and swung at me. I teleported behind him and when he turned I punched his ugly face. He fell but attempted right away to slice my legs off. This I didn’t approve of, so I teleported his knife into my hands and held it at his neck as his eyes threatened to jump out of their sockets. I stooped to his level. “You look shocked! Have you never encountered a teleporter before?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I noticed his pupils starting to enlarge and there was no way I’d let him hypnotize me. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the floor hard enough to knock him out. I turned to see the other guy fighting with Ryan. I’d missed most of what happened, but he sported a bloody nose that made me proud to call her my trainee. I jumped backward and grabbed Simon’s chair; the poor guy had been missing out on the fun. I swung him to my left and knocked down fireball-guy.“Two men, one chair. Boom!” I grinned.“Really, Kevin?” Ryan asked, annoyed. “Oh, come on!”“Just stick to your own guys, and let me have mine. I had him!” She went to the two men on the floor to secure them. I picked up my guy, gave Derek a call, and teleported everyone to the Org.


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Genetically altered by the Organization, Annie Fox takes down criminals CIA-style with her luminary strength. With nothing to mend but her broken heart, she is relentlessly pursued by her boss Derek Lake. Just when Annie is about to give him a chance, her ex-husband unexpectedly comes out of hiding.

A wanted man, Nick Logan is a cold-hearted murderer who is considered enemy number one, and orders are clear: kill on contact. He is more powerful than ever and threatens the lives of those she holds most dear. His plan? Get his hands on Annie and use her Kinetic energy to destroy them all. When Annie finds herself with an opportunity to end him, she pauses, horrified by the scars covering the face she once loved. A split second that will cost her everything…

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REDEMPTION Blog Tour - Day 6

For the next two weeks I'll be hopping around from blog to blog as part of my REDEMPTION blog tour. Along the way I'll be hosting a giveaway. At the end, one lucky winner will make off with 3 awesome prizes: A REDEMPTION notebook, a $20 Amazon gift card, and a CHILDREN OF THE GODS coffee mug!

Thanks in advance to everyone who checks out the blog tour posts, and thanks to all of the bloggers who were nice enough to invite me over to their blogs.


BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE

November 2
Virtual Launch Party Posts

November 3Kat Ross - Interview
Tyrean Martinson - Guest Post
Christa Yelich-Koth - Guest Post
Peggy Salkill - Promo Post

November 4Angela Brown - ReviewSunrise Avenue - Review
Wishful Endings - Dream Cast
Around the World - Promo Post

November 5
Dean K. Miller - Interview
Jordan Sala Tenna - Interview
SolaFide - Promo Post
5 Girls Book Reviews - Promo Post

November 6
Alyssa Petersel - Guest Post
Jackie's Book Shenanigans - ReviewMythical Books - Promo Post
Dowie's Place - Review

November 7Erin York - ReviewMelinda VanLone - Interview

November 8Andrew Patterson - Guest Post

November 9Meradeth Houston - Guest PostS.K. Anthony - Guest Post
November 10Lori MacLaughlin - Guest Post
November 11Sandra Ulbrich Almazan - Interview
November 12Holly Youmans - InterviewBethany Lopez - Interview
November 13
KT Hanna - Guest Post
Debra Kristi - Guest Post
Lilicas Place - Excerpt

November 14Toi Thomas - Interview
November 15OMFG Books! - ExcerptCarlyle Labuschagne - Spotlight
November 16Alex J. Cavanaugh - Guest PostMarilyn Almodovar - Interview


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REDEMPTION Blog Tour - Day 4

For the next two weeks I'll be hopping around from blog to blog as part of my REDEMPTION blog tour. Along the way I'll be hosting a giveaway. At the end, one lucky winner will make off with 3 awesome prizes: A REDEMPTION notebook, a $20 Amazon gift card, and a CHILDREN OF THE GODS coffee mug!

Thanks in advance to everyone who checks out the blog tour posts, and thanks to all of the bloggers who were nice enough to invite me over to their blogs.


BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE

November 2
Virtual Launch Party Posts

November 3Kat Ross - Interview
Tyrean Martinson - Guest Post
Christa Yelich-Koth - Guest Post
Peggy Salkill - Promo Post

November 4Angela Brown - ReviewSunrise Avenue - Review
Wishful Endings - Dream Cast
Around the World - Promo Post

November 5
Dean K. Miller - Interview
Jordan Sala Tenna - Interview
SolaFide - Promo Post
5 Girls Book Reviews - Promo Post

November 6
Melinda VanLone - Interview
Alyssa Petersel - Guest Post
Jackie's Book Shenanigans - ReviewTeatime and Books - Promo Post
Mythical Books - Promo Post
Dowie's Place - Review
Kelly P's Blog - Guest Post

November 7Erin York - Review
November 8Andrew Patterson - Guest Post

November 9Meradeth Houston - Guest PostS.K. Anthony - Guest Post
November 10Lori MacLaughlin - Guest Post
November 11Sandra Ulbrich Almazan - Interview
November 12Holly Youmans - InterviewBethany Lopez - Interview
November 13
KT Hanna - Guest Post
Debra Kristi - Guest Post
Lilicas Place - Excerpt

November 14Toi Thomas - Interview
November 15OMFG Books! - ExcerptCarlyle Labuschagne - Spotlight
November 16Alex J. Cavanaugh - Guest PostMarilyn Almodovar - Interview


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