Cinnamon & Sugar by RW Richard / #SpotlightPost #ReleaseBlitz @RABTBookTours @rwrichard_

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Humphrey Bertrand’s genius-level IQ can’t help him find his moral compass. His family is filled with racial conflicts and he struggles to find his own way. But he cannot let anyone drown, regardless of their skin color.

Alicia Bloom, a gifted valedictorian and poet runs away from an abusive situation. While she is thankful to Humphrey for saving her life she doesn’t want to be tied to anyone.
When an attempt on her life forces them to hit the road together to stay one step ahead of a murderous maniac they wonder if their dreams of a future will be put on hold permanently.

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Spotlight Post

Thank you, RW Richard and RABT Book Tours

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About the author

RW Richard is a multiple award winning author. Published by The Wild Rose Press. Member of RWA, swimmer, chess master, X So Cal Senior Champ, wrote 9 books.

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Author Links

Website: https://rwrichardnet.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bob.richard.31

Twitter: @rwrichard_

Blog: https://romancetheguyspov.blogspot.com

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/bobrichardauthor

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Book Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cinnamon-Sugar-RW-Richard-ebook/dp/B08PMPC9S8

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cinnamon-sugar-rw-richard/1138420307?ean=9781509234158

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The Wolves of Sherwood Forest (novella) free for a limited time. Contact author for details! 

The Lake House by Christie Barlow / #Review #BlogTour @rararesources @ChristieJBarlow 

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Love Heart Lane #5

There’s a newcomer to the village of Heartcross and she’s never been more in need of a friend.  Ella is ready to start afresh ––and that could mean there’s love on the horizon in the form of the gorgeous Roman, the local water taxi driver. Every day Roman is there to ferry Ella to the restaurant on the other side of the lake and every night he makes sure she gets home safe. But Roman has secrets of his own…

Can the Love Heart Lane community offer Ella a chance of a new life? Or will the ghosts of her past catch up with her?

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Review

Normally the stories start in Heartcross, but not this time. The author takes to England for the prologue, but soon we jump on a train to Scotland where the real fun begins.

Fun is what I call this series. The books have everything they need to entertain the readers: a fair amount of romance, mixed with some drama and humour and a lot of friendship.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. That’s very true. You have to try and leave the bad things behind and look forward to the future, but honestly what is lemonade without some sugar? And that’s taken care of by friends who support you through and through and that special one.

Every cloud has a silver lining. It seems like Ella’s were black and she did not really see a way out, but that’s what Heartcross does: turning someone’s life around, making the clouds disappear and making you smile like you never smiled before.

Once you arrive in the little village, you never want to leave and honestly who would want to? It’s a place where you are accepted, loved and found happiness. It sounds like heaven on earth. 😊

This was part 5 of the series and I still cannot get enough. Book 6? Yes, please. Any time. 5 stars.

Thank you, Christie Barlow and Rachel’s Random Resources

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About the author

Christie Barlow is the author of ten bestselling romantic comedies including A Home at Honeysuckle Farm, Love Heart Lane and Clover Cottage. She lives in a ramshackle cottage in a quaint village in the heart of Staffordshire with her four children and two dogs.

Her writing career has come as a lovely surprise when Christie decided to write a book to teach her children a valuable life lesson and show them that they are capable of achieving their dreams. Christie’s dream was to become a writer and the book she wrote to prove a point went on to become a #1 bestseller in the UK, USA, Canada and Australia.

When Christie isn’t writing she enjoys playing the piano, is a keen gardener and loves to paint and upcycle furniture.

Christie is an ambassador for the @ZuriProject alongside Patron of the charity, Emmerdale’s Bhasker Patel. They raise money and awareness for communities in Uganda.

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Author Links

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/christie_barlow/?hl=en

Website www.christiebarlow.com 

Twitter @ChristieJBarlow 

Facebook page Christie Barlow author

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Book Links

UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B086115DK9/

US – https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B086115DK9/

Killing Tracey Titmass by Estelle Maher / #Extract #BlogTour @LoveBooksGroup @EstelleMaher @LornaMcCannPR

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Jo Kearns has breast cancer.

While juggling her job, her boyfriend and the cancer, she discovers that her home has been invaded by Tracey, her tumour in insidious human form.

Jo’s diary tells the story of her battle to evict the malignant Tracey from her house and the disease from her body.

Based on Estelle Maher’s own cancer journey, this book is at times hilarious, at times poignant, but always unflinchingly honest and inspiring.

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Prologue

He didn’t mean to pry. He very rarely went through her drawers. He was simply looking for a
pair of scissors. He wanted to cut the label off the new shirt he had bought for tomorrow. When
he thought of the following day, his nerves gripped him, sometimes rooting him to the spot. He
had to do it, though. He wanted to do it. He had to be there for her, for his Jo.
He didn’t find the scissors in the drawer—in her drawer. He found her sleeping tablets, her
lavender pillow spray and a peach-coloured notebook with a gold J adorning the cover. He didn’t
deliberate much. Maybe it was the glint of the initial, but like a magpie, he reached for the small
yet surprisingly weighty book.
As he sat on her side of the bed, a faint waft of her Jo Malone perfume laced with her pillow
spray caressed his nostrils and brought him comfort. It was some time before he questioned
whether he should be reading her diary. On every page were her hidden thoughts, her deepest
feelings, the rockface of positivity that she clung to every day and above all else, her constant
and familiar humour.
She had never told him she kept a diary. She had never told him lots of the things each page
revealed to him. He questioned why she never said more—why she felt she had to be strong all
the time. Whether he did enough for her.
It was hours later when he finished. It was hours later when he realised just how much she had
been through. It was hours later when he cried for her. He thought about what she would say if
she could see him crying. She’d tell him off, swear at him, then call him a name to make him
laugh. Because that’s how she coped—by making herself laugh and wanting others to join in.
Cancer invaded so much, but she never allowed it to possess her humour

Thank you, Estelle Maher and Love Books Group

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About the author 

Estelle Maher was born in the heart of Liverpool, England. After spending her teens in rural Dorset, she returned to the North of England and now resides in Wirral with her husband, 2 children and 3 dogs.

Her career has been varied. But in her spare time, she’s quite at home with a paintbrush upcycling furniture. She also writes a blog in her spare time, The Secret Diary of a Middle-Aged Woman, a humorous snapshot of random thoughts.

Estelle has been writing on and off for a number of years and writing the blog was her first step in writing for an audience that was wider than her and her husband.

Her debut novel, Grace & The Ghost, won a Best Spiritual Fiction Award 2018 and her spin-off Angel’s Rebellion also became an Amazon bestseller.  Her third novel, The Killing of Tracey Titmass, is based on her own cancer journey. Told in diary form, it offers an alternative way of accepting cancer.

Estelle is now in recovery and still smiles every day.

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Author Link

estellemaher.com

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Book Link 

https://amzn.to/385DRcH

His Unlikely Duchess by Amanda McCabe / #Interview #MiniBlogBlitz @rararesources @AmandaMcCabe01

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Money can buy her marriage

But will it lead to love?

Miss Lily Wilkins hopes her American money will compensate for her lack of etiquette, as she needs a prestigious marriage to save her sisters’ prospects. Raised to believe wealth was her greatest attribute, she’s stunned when her unconventional ways catch the eye of the notorious Duke of Lennox. He’s far from the safe, sensible match she’d planned on—but Lily might just discover he’s the one she needs!

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Q&A

– When and where do you prefer to write?

I love to write first thing in the morning, before I get too distracted!  (I am easily distracted…)  This has been a weird year for me, as well as for, well, pretty much everyone else, with my husband WFH as well, so I have a new little desk set up by the window in my bedroom where I can get some sunlight.  My dog has bed next to my chair, and there’s always tea and music

– Do you have a certain ritual?

 I’m not sure it’s a ritual, but I make a pot of tea and read my email before I dive into the story (since I tend to be a bit grumpy first thing in the morning!).  I also like to have certain things on my desk, like a little figurine that was a present from a good friend, research books I might need, my favorite pen….

– Is there a drink of some food that keeps you company while you write?

  Lots and lots of tea!!!  I start with something strong, and then have green tea after.  A glass of wine after five

– What is your favourite book?

 Ooohhh, that’s a tough one!  I have so many.  “Persuasion” maybe, or “Middlemarch,” but the one that first made me want to be a writer was “Jane Eyre.”  I came across a copy at my grandmother’s house when I was about 10 (she was a big reader, and would always have boxes and boxes full of books she would buy at library sales and secondhand bookstores, and I would read them when we visited her in the summer.  That’s where I discovered Gothic romances, Austen, Barbara Cartland, Dickens, Georgette Heyer—like I said, she read EVERYTHING!).  I had no idea what JE was about, and stayed up all night reading it.  I was shocked (shocked!) by the plot twists, and wanted to tell stories just like that.

– Do you consider writing a different genre in the future?

I’m not sure I would be very good at writing contemporary settings, though I would love to try one someday!  For now, I am sticking to historicals, though I do both romances and mysteries

– Do you sometimes base your characters on people you know?

 Not really in a wholesale “this character is totally like my friend Katherine!” way, but I definitely love to use traits I see in friends or family to make characters lifelike and fun.  And my pets sometimes make appearances!

– Do you take a notebook everywhere in order to write down ideas that pop up?

 I do!  I have the most crowded purse ever.  Notebooks, pens, lip balm (two sorts!), dog biscuits, as well as the usual 2020 hand sanitizer and wipes.  I get lots of ideas on walks or waiting in lines

– Which genre do you not like at all?

 I don’t read a lot of fantasy epics, which is too bad because it’s all my husband reads!  Not really because I don’t like them, but because they often confuse me.  But I will try anything that looks interesting

– If you had the chance to co-write a book. Whom would it be with?

Another tough one!  I have done a couple of collaborations with some friends I used to do a Friday hour with, based on our favorite place (The Martini Lounge 4 series), and it was challenging but a lot of fun.  Can I write something with the Brontes???  I’ve often daydreamed about sitting around their Haworth dining room working on those tiny books they would make

– If you should travel to a foreign country to do research, which one would you chose and why?

 Travel feels like a distant dream right now!  But I love to visit places for settings (like England), and my very favorite place is Paris, which I hope I can visit again soon, and maybe plot out a Versailles story.  Right now, I am fining lots of inspiration in my home, which is gorgeous Santa Fe, New Mexico

Thank you, Amanda McCabe and Rachel’s Random Resources

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About the author 

Amanda wrote her first romance at the age of sixteen–a vast historical epic starring all her friends as the characters, written secretly during algebra class (and her parents wondered why math was not her strongest subject…)

 She’s never since used algebra, but her books have been nominated for many awards, including the RITA Award, the Romantic Times BOOKReviews Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Booksellers Best, the National Readers Choice Award, and the Holt Medallion.  She lives in Santa Fe with a Poodle, a cat, a wonderful husband, and a very and far too many books and royal memorabilia collections. 

 When not writing or reading, she loves taking dance classes, collecting cheesy travel souvenirs, and watching the Food Network–even though she doesn’t cook. 

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Author Links

http://ammandamccabe.com

https://www.facebook.com/amandamccabebooks/ 

https://www.instagram.com/amandamccabeauthor/ 

https://www.pinterest.co.uk/amandamccabe/_saved/

https://twitter.com/AmandaMcCabe01

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Book Links

UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Unlikely-Duchess-Historical-Dollar-Duchesses-ebook/dp/B08Q7MS4H4/

US – https://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Duchess-Dollar-Duchesses-Book-ebook/dp/B089YTPXSW/

Sassy Saguaros by Steve Ryan / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours @SassySaguaros @mkwebsiteandseo

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NO ALTERATIONS! NO DISGUISES! NO PHOTOSHOP!

Steve Ryan spent months hiking and biking the beautiful Southwest Sonoran Desert, suffering more flat tires than he can count in his search for Saguaros that had something to “say”. Sassy Saguaros features the photographs he took of the most interesting subjects–based on their looks and personalities–and the hilarious captions he added (Steve is also a part-time comedian).

These desert dwellers–which often weigh several tons and can live up to 200 years–are brought to life in the wonderful, wacky world of Sassy Saguaros. Get ready to laugh out loud and see how “human” this giant cactus can be!

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I was never willing to settle for any Saguaro that wasn’t so unique that any
person wouldn’t have to say “Wow, I’ve never seen a Saguaro that looks
anything like that”. I never considered any Saguaro that I could assign a
usual description to. The Saguaro had to be totally unique and unlike
anything anybody has ever seen to make the book. I never looked at a cactus
and said to myself, “Ok, think of a funny caption”. Quite to the contrary, every
Saguaro featured in my book was selected because when I first saw it, the
caption raced through my mind automatically and made me laugh out loud,
even while alone in the desert. Yes, they had to be that funny. My goal was
always to locate Saguaros that were “one of a kind” and uniquely expressive
as to the caption I assigned to it.

Thank you, Steve Ryan and RABT Book Tours

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About the author

Steve Ryan, explorer and photographer, has lived in the Sonoran Desert for over 40 years. Steve is now retired and devoted to sharing the beauty-and “sass”-of the famous Saguaro cactus.

Steve Ryan spent years hiking and biking the beautiful Southwest Sonoran Desert, suffering more flat tires than he can count in his search for Saguaros that had something to say. Sassy Saguaros features the photographs he took of the most interesting subjects-based on their looks and personalities-and the hilarious captions he added.  These desert dwellers-which often weigh several tons and can live up to 200 years-are brought to life in the wonderful, wacky world of Sassy Saguaros. Get ready to laugh out loud and see how “human” this giant cactus can be!

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Prey For Me by John Casti / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours

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Who wins and who loses when you’re playing with other people’s money… and their emotions?

World-renowned scientist Victor Safir can’t resist his inexplicable attraction to Alex Lynne, a brilliant, beautiful financier—but his addiction to her may drive him over the edge. Thrust together as unlikely partners in the high-stakes world of London finance, their game of seduction might prove riskier than any business deal. 

Victor begins to suspect that Alex is behind the sinister actions involving others in the firm, and might have an insatiable appetite for dangerous games. Is she using his desire to her advantage? Or is Victor destined to become another victim?

In a work that is equal parts thriller, intrigue, and exotic travelogue, Prey for Me weaves the power players of the financial world with the realm of top academia to craft a mystery that will keep the reader guessing.

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Prologue
Five Years Earlier
London
The lecture hall at the London School of Economics was filling fast as she made her way to a
seat in the first row. Wearing a pair of sheer black stockings with a short skirt, she wanted
to attract the attention of the professor, whom she’d been seeing in a secret relationship for
a few weeks now.
She thought to herself that coming from New Zealand to the LSE was the best decision
she’d ever made. Her course of study was Behavioral Psychology and Finance, the two sides
of which she hoped would shed light on what had happened to her in her past, as well as
what could happen with her life in the future.
The professor entered the room and moved to the podium, which was directly across from
where she was sitting. As he started shuffling his notes to begin the lecture, she sat up
straight, crossed her legs to attract his attention and showed him a coquettish smile.
She thought he was extremely attractive: a tall, dark, Italian-appearing man in his early
forties, slightly graying hair and very dark brown, sensuous eyes. She liked everything from
his appearance and behavior to his slight accent that mimicked her own Kiwi twang. It was
that common geographical background that had brought them together in the first place,
she recalled. And for dinner tonight they would revisit the scene of their first meeting, the
Radio Rooftop Bar.

Radio Rooftop is one of London’s most iconic venues, situated on the 10th Floor of ME
London, one of the most luxurious hotels in London with striking views across the River
Thames and London’s impressive skyline. They took a table outside on the terrace to enjoy
the changing views of the capital as the sun set, stretching from the Shard and St. Paul’s
downstream, to the London Eye and Big Ben.
“This place is so special,” she told him. “I’m sure you remem-ber when we began our time
together here, five weeks ago and counting. I’m very happy you chose it tonight.”
“Yes,” he replied, “it seems a fitting location for a conversation about the lovely time we’ve
spent together and where dame fortune may be leading us.”
She looked across the table with an almost predatory gaze, which then softened into a
welcoming smile as she told him, “I’m enjoying you so much. I hope we can continue to
develop our relationship into something very, very special. Maybe even into a permanent
partnership. How would you feel about that?”
“I think I’d be very happy about such a future with you. But we’re getting ahead of
ourselves. First you have to finish your studies here, then turn that new-found knowledge
into a good job in The City. That should all be completed by the end of the year.
Let’s talk about escalating our life together then. Meanwhile, we should just enjoy what we
have now and be thankful for it.”
“I’m so happy since I asked you to be my mentor,” she said, knowing it would please him.
Then, deliberately trying to mimic his slightly formal way of speaking, she continued: “Here
we are now already speaking about a lifetime partnership. I would never have believed that
I’d have such amazing luck.”
Lifting his glass to hers, he said, “Let’s have a nice dinner and talk about that mentoring and
luck just a bit more. Okay?”
“Perfect,” she said, opening the menu.
In the end, they decided to share a Mediterranean Tapas Board for their main course. While
going through the olives, beef meat-balls, padron peppers and guacamole, he described in a
bit more detail the type of mentoring he could offer to accelerate the development of her
career.
He told her he would provide consultations on various questions that came up as she made
her way from the LSE lecture halls to the trading floors in The City. He would also open
doors for her at various financial firms and offer letters of recommendation to influential
managers at those firms. Taken together, these actions should suffice to have a good job
waiting for her immediately upon graduation, he assured her, “but only if you work hard
and graduate with honors.”
“That’s exactly what I have in mind,” she told him.
“I will do all those things with pleasure,” he confirmed. “Maybe we can get started on it as
early as next week. What do you think?”
She agreed and they moved on to the dessert course, a bowl of coconut and vanilla rice
pudding for her, a chocolate crumble for him.
He looked around and then said, “The restaurant is getting a bit crowded and is really too
noisy for a serious conversation. If you’re agreeable, perhaps we could talk more
comfortably about the future together over a nightcap at my place. As you know, I live
rather near here so we can stretch our legs a bit on the way.”
“That sounds lovely.”

A couple of weeks later, she came to the professor’s office, closed the door and said to him,
“We never seem to go out any more.
Unless I’m very much mistaken, you appear to be doing all you can to distance yourself
from me. What’s going on?”
“Nothing is ‘going on’,” he replied. “I’m just overwhelmed with work now that the term is
nearing an end. It’s the usual stuff. Student consultations, preparation of final exams,
faculty meetings, et al.”
“I see,” she replied, not seeing anything at all.
She paused for a moment, then jumped up from her chair,
“I have an idea. Let’s go for an excursion outside London on Saturday. Just a day trip to
someplace nice and interesting. What do you think?”
“That sounds very appealing,” he replied. “Where do you want to go?”
“It will be a surprise. We can stay at your flat Friday evening and then get an early start on
Saturday. I’ll take you to one of my favorite places.”
“Which would be . . . ?”
“A secret until we get there. I said it would be a surprise.”
“Well, alright.” he consented. “Why don’t you come around five on Friday? I’ll be right here
working, and we’ll go to dinner.”
“That sounds perfect.”

As they left the professor’s flat on Saturday morning, he couldn’t hold back his curiosity any
longer, and pressed her to tell him where they were going. Finally, she said, “We’re going to
get a train at Victoria Station that will take us to Lewes, where we’ll change for a train to
Seaford. From there we’ll walk a bit and enjoy the day visiting the Seven Sisters.”
“Oh what a wonderful idea,” he said. The Seven Sisters com-prised a magnificent series of
white chalk cliffs lining the coast of the Sussex South Downs, with grass as green as a golf
course and magnificent sea views. “Friends have often told me how lovely they are. But I’ve
never taken the time to go out to see them in person.
I’m looking forward to doing that today—with you as my special guide.”
On the train to Lewes, they had a compartment to themselves and were able to relax, enjoy
the scenery and talk about their past, present, and especially their future. At one point, the
conversation waned for a few minutes. She thought this would be a good time to ask him
yet once again about something that had been bothering her.
“Why have you been ignoring me?” she asked. “I’ve barely seen you at all recently, and even
then only in your flat. Are you embarrassed by being with me or something?”
“No, I’m not at all embarrassed. Just the opposite. But I have a potential problem—and an
opportunity—brewing with my colleagues that bears upon us.”
“What kind of problem?” she inquired.
“A few weeks ago, one of my colleagues told me that I will be evaluated for promotion at
the faculty meeting at the end of the semester. As a result, I have a huge amount of work
facing me in the coming weeks, preparing the material for the committee to use in their
evaluation. There will certainly be very little free time for us to meet like this again. In view
of this development, I think we should not see each other personally after today, at least
not until the semester has ended.”
She sat back, silently digesting this development, as he wondered what was really going
through her mind. Finally, she leaned toward him, took his hands in hers and said, “I
understand. Such a chance doesn’t come very often to get an endowed professorship at
such a prestigious university as the LSE. You can’t afford to bet your job that it will ever
come around again.”
He leaned back, looking at her lovingly, and told her, “We have a couple of months until you
graduate. During that time, I will still support you as a mentor and help introduce you to
people in The City. But for your sake and mine, I think the best course of action is not to see
each other privately until the term is over. It’s only a matter of a few weeks, and then the
coast will be clear for us to move forward together. My promotion will have been settled,
you will have graduated, and then we can do whatever we want.
There’s just no time for us to do that in the immediate future.
That’s all.”
He went on to point out that this period was crucial for her life, too. “The personal and
professional decisions you’ll make in the coming months will impact your life for many
years, perhaps longer. I feel you need as many degrees of freedom as possible to make
these decisions, unencumbered by a relationship whose future is problematic, at best.”
“Why do you think it’s problematic?” she asked, almost too sweetly.
“Primarily because we’re each making decisions in this period that will send our lives along
different trajectories from where they are today. Who can really say whether those new
trajectories will still be moving in parallel or will begin to diverge?”
She sat silently digesting this metaphor. Finally, she nodded her head in agreement and
turned to look out the window.
I think he’s trying to get rid of me, she thought quietly to herself.

They exited the train at Seaford, a small town next to the ocean with a lovely esplanade.
Leaving the town, they began to walk up the fairly steep footpath along the grassy mounds
that led to the top of the cliffs, or ‘sisters,’ as they’re called.
For the next several miles they had nothing but spectacular sea views over an endless
ocean stretching out to their right. But they had to be careful, as most of the cliffs were not
fenced off for safety, but were left bare and unprotected so their beauty could be
appreciated.
He remarked, “There don’t seem to be very many people out today. Maybe because it’s
Saturday, not Sunday, and the weather’s a bit cloudy. So much the better for us. But don’t
get too close to the edge. It’s a long way down to the water.”
At one point along their walk, she asked him if they could stop for a moment and catch their
breath. He agreed and they stood looking out over the sea.
“Spectacular view,” he exclaimed. “I will certainly never forget this place. Thanks so much
for bringing me here.”
She smiled back at him, stepped back a bit and looked over his shoulder at the lighthouse
down next to the ocean.
Once they caught their breath, they began walking again, and soon the path leveled off.
They were then able to relax as they walked, no longer walking uphill but on flat ground.
Finally, they reached the top of the cliffs.
As they were walking along the edge, admiring nature, a seag-ull landed nearby. He
motioned towards it and said longingly,
“That bird seems to have more freedom than either of us right now.”
She looked sternly at him and replied, “That’s not my fault.
You’re the one who unilaterally took the decision to end our partnership. You say it will be
just temporary. But how do I really know? I think it’s very selfish of you and I don’t like it
one little bit.”
They walked a bit further and she looked out over the sea to the lighthouse and told him,
“Sometimes I feel so let down by people that I’d like to become a lighthouse keeper. The
problems in life are other people and their agendas. Out on that lighthouse, I could escape
from all that human factor stuff and become pure.”
They walked another couple of hundred yards or so in silence, then stopped as he said,
“You don’t seem to realize that I truly want what’s best for both of us. We each have to reprogram our lives over the next few months. To do this effectively, we both require as
much freedom of action as we can get in order to take decisions that we’ll have to live with
for many years—perhaps the rest of our lives. Don’t you understand that?”
“That sounds nice on the surface. But in fact it’s very self-serving. You want what’s best for
you, and right now I’m just an extra weight you have to carry. Now you want to get rid of
the weight and fly like that bird.”
She stared at him for several seconds, her face frozen in a manic look. Trying to break the
tension, he bent down to retie his shoelace.
He’s an unfaithful friend. Like my former husband. I don’t want any more unfaithful men. I
can find some other advisor to help me get a job.
The world must be rid of unfaithful men.
She surveyed the wide-open scenery. There was not another soul in sight. As he stood back
up, she spread out her arms, and with an enigmatic smile on her face moved toward him as
if to give him a big hug. He spread his arms to welcome her, as well.
When she got close enough to touch him, she moved her arms back and gave him a big push
in the chest, sending him over the edge of the cliff! He was so astonished that he didn’t even
scream out as he fell onto the rocks nearly 300 feet below.
Smiling slightly, she then stepped back and nodded her head in confirmation of her actions.
Turning away from the sea, she began to make her way back toward the train station for
the return to London.

Thank you, John Casti and RABT Book Tours

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About the author

John Casti is an author, mathematician, and entrepreneur. John has written more than 120 scientific articles and seven technical monographs and textbooks on mathematical modeling. Prey for Me is his first novel.

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Author Links

Website: https://thex-press.com/portfolio-items/prey-for-me/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/public/John-Casti

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16355378.John_Casti

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Book Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/PREY-ME-Psychological-John-Casti-ebook/dp/B08GH9RYBD

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/prey-for-me-john-casti/1137521538?ean=9780997255799

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/prey-for-me- 

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/prey-for-me/id1528817698

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Pierre the Peacock by Jocelyn M. Lacey / #Extract #BloTour @RABTBookTours @jancarolbooks

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Pierre the Peacock is delightfully illustrated with a valuable message. It is about acceptance, friendship and a valuable lesson in how we should treat people. Come with us as we meet Pierre, a peacock who thinks that he will get friends just from his pretty looks. When he meets Jerry, a colorblind little boy, he teaches Pierre that what matters is how you treat people, not what you look like. A lesson for all of us!

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Thank you, Jocelyn M. Lacey and RABT Book Tours

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About the author

Jocelyn Mooneyhan Lacey is a native of Johnson City, TN, where she graduated from Science Hill High School and East Tennessee State University with a B.A. in Mass Communications. She met her husband, Steven Lacey, at ETSU, and they have since lived in Maine, Rhode Island, the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and now have settled in New Jersey for the time being. She also shares her home with two dogs, a cat, and three fish.

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Author Links

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37829783-pierre-the-peacock?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=7aI0CkJzsT&rank=1

Instagram: @hapigirl10

GoFundMe: https://www.gofundme.com/f/6byjk-help-publish-children039s-book-about-police-officers?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link-tip&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Pierre-Peacock-Jocelyn-M-Lacey/dp/1945619449/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=pierre+the+peacock&qid=1606921186&s=books&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/pierre-the-peacock-jocelyn-m-lacey/1127673887?ean=9781945619441

The Bird that Sang in Color by Grace Mattioli / #SpotlightPost #ReleaseBlitz @RRBookTours1 @fixion4change

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Part family drama and part self-actualization story, this is about Donna Greco, who in her
teens, subscribes to a conventional view of success in life and pushes her freewheeling,
artistic brother, Vincent to do the same. However, he remains single, childless, and subsists
in cramped apartments. She harbors guilt for her supposed failure to ensure his happiness
until she discovers a book of sketches he made of his life, which allows her to see his
internal joy and prompts her own journey of living authentically.
Thought-provoking, humorous, and filled with unforgettable characters, this book invites
readers to ponder what pictures they will have of themselves by the end of their lives.

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Thank you, Grace Mattioli and R&R Book Tours

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About the author

Grace Mattioli is the author of two novels, Olive Branches Don’t Grow on Trees and
Discovery of an Eagle, and a book of short stories—The Brightness Index. All titles have
received stellar reviews from sources such as Midwest Book Review, Kirkus Reviews, and
Indie Reader Reviews, and Olive Branches Don’t Grow on Trees has been on the prestigious
“Best of” list in Suspense Magazine. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and her
cats. She’s worked as a librarian for over 20 years and has been writing creatively since she
was a child.

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Author Links

http://gracemattioli.com/

https://www.facebook.com/fiction4change

https://twitter.com/fixion4change

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https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08GS2D3ZB?pf_rd_r=YMDB8ZD6S9P4SZR6VY41&pf
_rd_p=a712d25e-094e-4a8b-b495-0be41c4dbcc9

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-bird-that-sang-in-color-gracemattioli/1137551889

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-bird-that-sang-in-color-1

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55206208-the-bird-that-sang-in-color

https://books.apple.com/book/the-bird-that-sang-in-color/id1534940743

https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=wmoLEAAAQBAJ

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Giveaway

Copy of the book in any format (Print, Digital, Audio) Giveaway runs from January 17th to the 20th (international)

Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/0e7c6a8f223/?

The Heaven Falls Series by Christopher C. Starr / #SpotlightPost #BlogTour @lolasblogtours

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The Road to Hell (Heaven Falls #1)

My name is Lucifer and I was first… …and, yes, I am that Lucifer. Fall from Heaven, Prince of Darkness, ruler of Hell, Satan, the Devil, the Adversary, and a thousand other names. Forget what you think you know. You’ve never heard this story before—not from me. Others have tried. None of them got it right. See, I don’t want you. I’ve never wanted you. I want Him. Everyone else is just in the way.

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Book Links

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/54131502-the-road-to-hell 

Books2Read Universal Link: https://books2read.com/theroadtohell 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0061BTD3W 

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-road-to-hell-christopher-cstarr/1105811341?ean=2940013240544 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ebook/the-road-to-hell-28

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-road-tohell/id1518501918?uo=4&mt=11&at=1010l9S2

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=4GX5DwAAQBAJ

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Come Hell or High Water (Heaven Falls #2)

My name is Lucifer… I told you my story in The Road to Hell. It was only the beginning. Now the war in Heaven is over; the damned souls have fallen. All is as it should be. But Heaven is a fractured, broken husk. The Host is silent. The angels do not sing. The Father does not speak. All of it is frozen. Dying. Except for Michael. Michael the Archangel is busy hunting. Everyone. And I’m in Hell. This horrible place is a living cauldron of agony that engulfs the damned and burns them for eternity. And in the midst of all this chaos is me. But don’t despair: this is just a means to an end. A means to The End. The Father made a mistake and I’m going to make Him end it. Because I know what scares the Father. And when you know what someone fears, there’s no limit to what you can make them do. My name is Lucifer and I will be the last.

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Book Links

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55801759-come-hell-or-high-water

Books2Read Universal Link: https://books2read.com/hellorhighwater

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08L1DB988

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/come-hell-or-high-water-christopherc-starr/1138004590?ean=9781735011448

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ebook/come-hell-or-high-water-16

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/come-hell-or-highwater/id1537273943?mt=11&id=1537273943&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=rPMIEAAAQBAJ

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Thank you, Christopher C. Starr and Lola’s Blog Tours

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About the Author

Christopher C. Starr is the author of The Road to Hell: The Book of Lucifer, the first novel in the Heaven Falls series. These stories examine God’s relationship with Heaven and Earth, told through the eyes of the angels. The next book in the series, Come Hell or High Water, will be released December 2020. Chris makes it a point to look at the dark side of his characters, both heroes and villains, and his work explores the “grey”—that place where good and evil come together in all of us. When he’s not writing, Chris enjoys comic books and movies, staying away from cemeteries, and poorly participating in P90X. He lives in Austin with his wife, two kids – the Boy and the Honey Badger – and a pack of dogs.

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Author Links

http://christophercstarr.com 

https://facebook.com/groups/heavenfalls 

Website: http://christophercstarr.com 

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/ChristopherStarrAuthor

Amazon: https://amazon.com/author/christophercstarr

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159882.Christopher_C_Starr

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Giveaway

One winner wins a signed set of both The Road to Hell and Come Hell or High Water. US and Canada only.

For a chance to win, enter the rafflecopter: a Rafflecopter giveaway

Cuttle by Chelsea Britain / #SpotlightPost #BookBlitz @RABTBookTours @BookBuzznet

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Nora Novak knows cuttlefish.

Actually, Nora knows a lot of species. She can name every shark, whale, eel, and Ohioian turtle (among others).

She’s not as committed with humans.

But she’s only been in her lab for a little over a decade. How much could she have missed?

As she’s wrapping up her postdoc, Nora’s carefully-balanced ecosystem is in crisis. Her maze-navigating cuttlefish are retiring. Polyester shorts are no longer “in.” Somewhere along the line, she forgot to learn how to date.

So she does what any self-actualizing biologist in her early thirties would. Nora Novak embraces the #FOMO.

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Thank you, Chelsea Britain and RABT Book Tours

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About the author

Chelsea Britain loves critters of all kinds. She hopes to meet a representative of each of the living shark species one day…but some of them aren’t very cooperative, and she can’t really swim. Cuttle is her first novel

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Book Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cuttle-Chelsea-Britain-ebook/dp/B08BWXTR1C/

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cuttle-chelsea-britain/1137236751?ean=2940164356156

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/cuttle

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/cuttle/id1520325373

IndieBound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781951796013