Friday, January 12, 2018

Blog Book Tour: Live A Life Of Abundance! Angelic Insight Book 1-Archangels Whispers

Archangels Whispers
from the Angelic Insights Series
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Archangels Whispers, Sparkle Kiss: Angelic Missives, Divine Life Purpose Spiritual Wisdom, Healing, Vibration, Abundance, and More!
(Angelic Insight Book 1)

Archangels Whispers, Sparkle Kiss guides you on your journey to fulfill your dreams and Divine life purpose. Learn to hear the Angelic missives, discover your divine life purpose and spiritual wisdom, heal your vibration, create abundance, and More! 

I believe it is a great starting point for you to call upon the Archangels utilizing prayer by using your own words that you hear in your heart. 
The act of meditation is an enjoyable mode to access your subconscious soul by raising your vibration. Once you have high vibration, light, and love, you will be able to connect with the Archangels.

Angelic Missives, Divine Life Purpose, Spiritual Wisdom, Healing, Vibration, Abundance, and More!

Check out the companion Journal To Archangels Whispers, Sparkle Kiss Guide (four different companion journals are available). 

The journal has a daily planner which guides to learn to meditate, daily affirmations, goal setting, dream boards, and exercise objectives to raise your vibration level.

This journal will guide you on your journey to learn about your Divine life purpose, connect with the Archangels and Angels, and so much more!

Angelic Insights series is about journals and guides that will start you on your journey to your Divine life purpose, dreams, self-development, and meditation. Archangels Sparkle guides you on your journey to fulfill your dreams and Divine life purpose.


Time is measured by your heartbeats, the moment that you take the first breath of life awakening your soul.

Every person is born with their distinct Divine life purpose, but it is often forgotten.

This book will help you start by guiding you to learn your Divine life purpose with the aid of the Archangels and your Guardian angels.
You have your own personal Guardian Angels that were chosen to guide you throughout your life. They are assigned only to you, and this should give you peace.

The Guardian Angels are appointed to love, protect, and help you on your life journey. Your Guardian Angels are always with you and never leave your side. They are ready to help you, you only need to give them permission to do so since you have free will. You can talk to your Guardian Angels as if you were talking to a friend and they will take your prayers to God.
I pray that you will open your mind and heart to welcome the Archangels and Guardian Angels into your world as great spiritual friends that will guide you.

Genre: Religion & Spirituality, Spirituality, Angels, Chakras, New Age & Spirituality, Angels & Spirit Guides

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, obtained with permission of use, or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
I live in Calif with my husband and children. My grandkids are my
treasure. When I am not writing, I enjoy going to cruises, concerts, eating white peaches, pistachio ice cream, and sipping margaritas.
I have been reading the romance and suspense genre since I was a young girl. I always dreamed of writing paranormal tales that are full of love, incredible sexy wild men, mysterious realms, and a dash of suspense.
I love writing in the paranormal genre because of the limitless range of characteristics, powers, and weaknesses available to develop the characters' and realms. I love sexy angels, gods, vampires, werewolves, dragons, and other entities.

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Saturday, January 6, 2018

Music: Interview with Musician NOLTAC



For the year's first blog post, why not start with music? We've been fortunate to get an interview with eccletic musician NOLTAC, so read on to find out more about his career and his work. And don't forget to click on the links to get more information and buy his music.

Please tell us a little about your background and where you are from.
I am from Prince George's County MD which is part of the DC, MD, and VA Metropolitan area. My background is based in music. I've studied music starting at 8 years old when I and my twin brother were in instrumental class. I played the flute and still do to this day. I have experience in piano, bass guitar, violin, steel drum pan, and the tuba. I graduated from college with a Bachelor's degree from Nyack College and seek to get a trade in audio engineering and composition for film.

Sounds like you were born to play music, so when did you realize you had a calling?
I realized I had a calling for music at 15. I was in my high school band and we had a discussion with a rep from Bowie State about getting into a career in music, and I was inspired by my band director Mr. Alphonso Jiles, to pursue something I loved. That was playing music, but I wanted to take it a step further and learn everything there was to music, and that's when I decided I'd be a composer/songwriter.



Was your band director a great influence for you to follow in the music career?
Yes. He loved to teach us about music and I would see the passion he had for it when he would teach us it, even when I would take the initiative when it came to conducting, and teaching me the tuba! I wanted to have the same passion and fire for music.

Do you also write the lyrics and compose the songs?

I write mainly instrumental music and beats because sometimes I feel the music can tell the story with emotions the audience/listener feel better than words can at times. When I want to write something that contains lyrics, I'll write the lyrics in the form of a story to help me guide the lyrics into a specific direction.

That’s a great idea to write the lyrics like a story. When was the first time you performed live and how did you feel?
First time I preformed live I was 9 years old, and I was so nervous that I almost shat myself, but that was because I drank too much milk. LOL!

I can imagine being nervous that young! Is there a specific performance you feel was your best so far? If so, where and why?
My best performance I would say came from my senior recital at 21 years old. It was a requirement for all composition and music majors. The only difference for a comp major was that I had to have all the music in the recital be composed by me. The hours of writing, scheduling rehearsals with other students, on top of going to classes, doing homework and other student meetings, it was one of the most stressful times in my life. When I finally heard and performed all the music I composed for that recital, it was excellent and the work put in it was well worth it.

What do you enjoy the most about your interaction with the fans?
They comment and ask questions, which gives me the chance to get to know them and in turn they get to know me!


That’s great that you can enjoy your fans as well. How do you draw inspiration to write your music? 
I'll sometimes listen to old vintage jazz music and then just sit at a piano and improvise some notes until I hear something that sticks out to me and try to embellish what I just played. Other times, I'll hear a tune in my dreams and as soon as I wake up I'll put what I hear into my DAW.

What are you working on now and what are your plans for the future? Where can we find and buy your music?
Right now, my future goals is to press on to have some of my instrumental music placed in TV ads, commercials, video games and any other avenues that instrumental music can be used. I plan on creating another beat tape or instrumental music album to add to my catalog to keep it growing. To build for myself, my wife and future children.

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Perfect. Is there anything else you'd like to add?
Thank you for this wonderful opportunity and hope to hear from you again. Take care and God bless.



Thank you so much for your time in granting us this interview and we wish you lots of success in your music career! Congratulations on your accomplishments!
 

Friday, December 22, 2017

Reading: it's time to upload new books to your Kindle - holiday sale!

This is a great time of the year to discover new authors and read new books. Whether you're on a plane traveling to get somewhere for the holidays or just relaxing after a shopping spree and time spent with family and friends, reading brings adventure, excitement, and fun!

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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Book: Missing Home by @StephanyTullis #NewRelease

Brand New Clean & Wholesome Christian Literature!
Missing Home
(A Chandler County Novel) 
by 

A Story of Love, Trust & Honor, Book 2
Available December 14, 2017
GENRE (S) 
Literature & Fiction - Religious & Inspirational Fiction - Inspirational 
Contemporary Fiction – Religious – Christian – Clean Romance

PUBLISHER
Diamond TK Publishing

A 21st century battle between good and evil.

Fire and brimstone, it is when an unknown epidemic threatens Chandlerville, Kentucky and its citizens. Despite his divinity training, newly appointed Chandler County pastor, Dr. Jared Johnson never intended to pastor a church despite his divinity training —not when his specialty is psychological profiling. Fate seems to have some other thoughts about the matter.


When Dr. Jared Johnson's research project collapses, so does he. He tosses the funding rejection letter in his office wastebasket and his plans to marry the love of his life out the window. 

The last thing he wants to do is return to his home town, Chandlerville, Kentucky. An unexpected call from his grandmother, a lifelong resident of the small town, convinces him that all things indeed happen for a reason and perhaps this is the right time to reestablish his roots and start anew. 

When he arrives--single, with no intent to marry, he's shocked to learn that the town has unanimously approved his pastoral appointment to the newly refurbished 100-year-old Baptist church. Despite his divinity training, Jared never intended to pastor a church—not when his specialty is psychological profiling. 

As fate would have it, the evil spirits that begin to permeate the town and its good-hearted citizens shortly after his arrival challenge his technical skills, experience and community relationships. To complicate matters, a local angel finds herself in the eye of the storm causing Jared to re-evaluate his past and question his future. 



Missing Home, A Chandler County Novel
Chapter One

What the hell was I thinking? Everything I wanted and much more than I expected or deserved. How did I walk away--no run away is more like it. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. Have I lost it or what? Jared continued mumbling to himself fighting the images of Marissa Leonard's mocha colored, flavor enhanced, plump, kissable lips. Marissa was Dr. Jared J. Johnson's fiancée or, so he assumed. He hadn't spoken with her in a week, ignored her calls, responding to them with his pre-programmed, Busy right now. Will call you back. 

For the first time in his life, Jared questioned his decision-making abilities. He was smart, educated and had thought he had a good head on his shoulders. But his recent decision to walk out on the woman of his dreams made him re-assess the wisdom of his ways. As his 'Great Uncle Chuck' used to say, 'for an educated man, you can do some stupid things'. Jared was very close to agreeing with his long-gone uncle. 

Normally a man who thought in great depth before he made any decision regardless of how small, Jared cancelled his wedding like it was an appointment with his barber. He texted Mari, his almost betrothed, supposed everlasting love, ‘Can't talk now, need to reschedule dinner, will be in touch soon. Soon had yet to arrive. 

Since he was driving, he made a mental note to check his cell to confirm the date and time of the text; his official melt down. He wondered if he had ‘flipped’ out…he only remembered episodic flashbacks. His psychology training allowed for the possibility of PSTD—post traumatic stress disorder but he had never served in the military so while he hadn't fully dismissed that PSTD could be a possibility--it certainly wasn't driven by military service. 

He distinctly remembered his excitement when Sydney, his executive assistant, tapped on the glass window to his office door with a grin as wide as a circus clown waving a certified letter, mouthing ‘Yes’ and doing her happy dance. He beckoned her to come in, excited himself that the continuation award letter had finally arrived. It was late but that was nothing unusual with the Feds. They were always late with the grant award announcements. 

The smile dropped, his heart skipped several beats as he read and re-read the life changing termination letter from the Department of Health and Human Services. From his perspective, there was nothing further to think about. His stellar career was finished. Dunzo. He packed up his laptop, grabbed his jacket from the back of his desk chair and tossed the letter to Sydney without a word. After slamming the door, he re-opened it not surprised at all to find a startled Sidney jump back to avoid a broken nose. 

"Sorry, Syd. I'll give you a call. I've got to go now. Got something to do." He mumbled and exited quicker than he had re-entered. 

A confused Sidney reopened the door that had just been slammed in her face, and yelled to her boss' back. 

"Hey Jay, is everything alright?" 

Without looking back, he yelled, "No." 

As the elevator doors opened, he added. "By the way, tell your sister I'll be in touch." 

Professional planner by training and nature, he violated project planning rule number one. He acted without a plan when he swung by his apartment, changed into his jeans and threw a few things into his duffel bag. He locked up his condo, remotely set his alarm from the car and pulled out of one of his two assigned parking spaces. Jared drove aimlessly for days. 

Now as neared his hometown, Chandlerville, Kentucky, he wondered how he would explain his early arrival. He and Mari had confirmed with his grandmother via a three way call no more than two weeks ago that they would visit her and spend some time with her before returning to finish up his Atlanta-based CDC project. Jared knew his grandmother wanted him to move back home. They'd made no promises, but he and Mari had discussed the pros and cons of relocating to a small town. 

He had mixed feelings about it because he'd spent all his adult life in big cities and wasn't sure he could re-adapt to small town living. Mari was born and raised in a small town, too but in upstate New York. Except for a few cousins, she had no close family in the North and rarely visited. She and a friend from her college days remained in contact--not regularly but enough to meet up and see a show in the City every two or three years. 

So, the North and snow were out of the question. They had also agreed that Hot-lanta was not their preferred choice for raising a family. After talking it through and thinking about how close Chandlerville was to Nashville, one of their favorite places to visit, and to Louisville, home of the Kentucky Derby, they had tentatively decided they might give Chandlerville further thought. 

Grams would be happy but shocked to see him so close to the wedding and without Mari. There was no way to explain away her absence and his unexpected presence especially since Gram had planned to attend the wedding in a few weeks. She'd been excited and hoped to get some sightseeing in while she was in the big A-T-L. She'd only been there once and wanted to go to one of those fancy 'upscale' restaurants as she said, the new Civil Rights museum and she was hoping 'her nephew or his new wife' could find someone to take her to a Hawks game. 

Jay and Mari had laughed at his grandmother's sarcasm and promised her they would see what they could do. Without telling her, they had already purchased the Hawks and Museum tickets and made reservations for dinner at one of Atlanta’s renown restaurants. 

He slowed as he turned off the highway feeling like a kid who had not only crashed the family car, but left it alongside the road and stolen someone's vehicle to make it home. Unlike the kid, however, he was less worried at this point, about the situation than the fact that he had to look his grandmother in the eyes and explain what would appear from her perspective to be the unexplainable. Eyes that despite her age, were more than just lucid. They were bright and would widen when she saw her 'boy' as she called him. The crinkles around her soft brown eyes would fill with warm welcoming tears of joy like they did each time she saw him. Nothing would be different except her disappointment when she looked around for an absent Marissa and listened to his sob story of betrayal. 

The trucks and steep winding roads on I-65 challenged the best of drivers and Jay breathed a sigh of relief--thankful to exit from the highway and onto the bypass. Jay murmured, "I made it Grams.” 

If nothing else, as had been true all his life, his grandma, Ms. Isabel Johnson knew the way. And she might have some answers for him. The unexpected revelation, warming sunlight and rolling green hills made for a brighter day. With a chest expanding breath, he rolled back the deep burgundy convertible top on his black metallic Mercedes and made a U turn. “Chandlerville, for better or worse, I’m back. Gotta make a stop by Cassies’. Gram would never forgive me if I didn’t bring her a pecan pie.”
In my world, there is no life without writing, traveling, family, music and my love of politics. My loves and interests are central to my writing. With this backdrop, regardless of the date or time of your visit, you will find family. 

My world (my back-story) is guided by my faith and the inspiration I receive from God. Without exaggeration, family and relationships are the core of every book I write. 

I love to travel and like me, my characters are always off and running and in so doing require me to research (and often visit) so many fascinating places. 

I also love music—all kinds and I’m never surprised by what track finds its way to my personal playlists and a character’s ring tone, door chime, or car radio station. 

People frown sometimes and don’t understand my love of politics, but I have a political administration background and thrived on and in my past government career. For me, it’s the people, the process and what democracy offers. As with life, my fictional towns and cities include mayors, governors, school board members, etc. 

If you haven’t guessed, I love my world that allows me to not only live the life I love but to also share it with others.



Friday, December 1, 2017

Books: Holiday Romance Super Sale 99 cents


Holiday Romance Super Sale!

Fill up your e-reader in time for Christmas. A great selection of romance novels from sweet to super hot and all of them are only 99 cents for a limited time.

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Books: New Release #Sci Fi Series - Counter Strike is here! #eBook #RPBP

New Release!
Book Two in The New Glasgow War Series!
Counter Strike!
With her world in dire straits, Captain Duncan has a desperate plan to even the odds.

Freshly promoted to a new incarnation of the New Glasgow Marines, Rachel Duncan must lead her men in a desperate mission to end the FUP siege on her home world. Her world is in dire straits and she must devise a plan to even the odds before all is lost.

Outnumbered and out gunned, they try to lure in the enemy with thoughts of an easy prize.
Can they force the Union to the bargaining table or will they face the wrath of the largest navy in the known galaxy?

Counter Strike is the second book in the New Glasgow War series.
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Duncan scanned the room. Her team was in position. All were in their light armor and behind cover. To her right was Jenkin’s group. Three men, two with rifles and Gordo the heavy gunner. They stacked up in the corridor.

The lights flashed over the docking door as the enemy ship sealed the bridge between the two ships and flooded the connection tube with atmosphere. Lights changed from a blinking red, to a stable yellow and finally green.

The doors parted on the Q-Ship. Duncan could make out that the legs that were emerging from behind the rising door were unarmored. So far, the intel was correct. They should be able to pull this off.

She sighted down her rifle and as soon as the chests of the FUP navy sailors were visible; she opened fire. Ten shots fired and all four men were on the ground. Jenkin’s had his team sprinting into the airlock across to the enemy ship.

Duncan waved her men forward to join in the assault. As far as she could tell, the enemy didn’t get out a warning before they fell. In a few seconds they had passed the tube and were in the FUP patrol ship. Jenkin’s team headed for the bridge. She was to lead her group to the engine room.

One thing they practiced with was using chalk to mark out their progress. Jenkin’s marked the corridor with an arrow for the direction his team had taken. It conveyed exactly what he did without an electronic transmission the enemy could pick up.

Duncan went the opposite direction from the arrow mark. The ship was a small escort vessel that was being used for inspections. As such, the design was rather straight forward. There was only one deck. The bridge was in the front of the patrol craft with the engine room in the rear. In between were the various crew quarters and functions needed to run the warship.

As they sprinted down the hall, a door opened to the left and an officer stepped out into the corridor. Duncan swung the butt of her rifle up into the forehead of the man and slammed him back into the room he exited. She kept running past towards her objective.

There was a distant booming sound from behind them. That was probably Jenkin’s team breaching the bridge. Ahead was a secure door for the engine room and engineering section. The closed hatch presented a problem. They only had a few seconds to get in before she estimated that the enemy would realize that they were under attack.
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In a war torn world, one soldier rises above the ashes to take the fight to the enemy. 

New Glasgow lays in ruins. Sergeant Rachel Duncan leads her under armed platoon against the mechanized iron fist of the Federation union of Planets. Short on men and even less supplies, all they have to do is hold their ground until reinforcements arrive. Will Duncan rise to the occasion or will she crack under the intense pressure of a world under siege?




Out Of The Ashes is the First Book In The New Glasgow War Series.



The rifle lay beside her as her back pushed tight against the shattered wall. She was breathing slowly to control her heart rate. The walker's metal joints squealed and its feet pounded the broken pavement of the street below.

Counting in her head, she reached zero. With a flick of a finger, moved the rifle's selector switch to auto. Taking the pistol grip, she raised the weapon to her shoulder and braced it on top of the shattered wall.

The building was an apartment complex in the past. Now, it stood ruined and derelict like most buildings in her city. As she got ready to fire, she noticed the remains of wallpaper still clung to the wall she hid behind. Pastel ducks, bunnies and bears told her that the room she occupied was once a nursery. Now it was a ruin.

The Walker's thumping feet propelled it closer. There, it was two hundred meters down the street. Standing four stories tall, the Walker's torso pivoted from side to side looking for danger. Through the holographic site, she could make out the unit markings. This was a command vehicle of the Seventh Union Mechanized Infantry Division. It was probably the battalion commander's mech based on the antennas protruding from its iron grey head.

The Walker's sprouted small weapon pods from either side of its head. It was malevolence in motion. Walker's projected the power of the Union. More so than their navy as these were the sharp end of the Union's will.

Sweat rolled out from under her dusty balaclava and into her eyes. She tried to blink them clear as movement could attract unwanted attention. Waiting was always the hardest part. Engage too soon and you risked the rounds not being able to penetrate. Too late and they may not arm in time and would bounce off of the mech's armor.

There. She pulled the trigger and unleashed on the walker. With the mech a bare fifty meters from her position, the inferno rounds ate deeply into the armored skin. The first four shots were right on target. They impacted on the cockpit view screen and armor in the head of the beast. The remaining eight rounds walked to the left across the head and into the right weapons pod. Using the recoil to push her over, she fell on her back beside the wall she used for cover.

The weapons pod pulsed with light that brightened the ruin she hid within. She could only feel the deafening explosion. Her ear buds she wore under the balaclava protected her hearing from loud noises but amplified the quiet ones. Blast waves rolled over the building and knocked loose more bricks, dust and debris into the room. Covering her head with her arms, she kept her face from being torn by falling brick and shrapnel.

With her head turned towards the center of her position, she locked eyes with a blue cloth rabbit. The well-worn toy was dust covered. Another reminder of what the Union has done to her home, her people and her planet. She reached out and picked up the toy. The face and ears were threadbare from the attentions of a child now long gone from this ruin. She thought of her own family, her little sister Janice in particular. Janice was only eight when she joined the militia. It was only a year later when the bombs fell on her city and Sergeant Rachel Duncan's only remaining family was the militia.
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