Thursday, April 17, 2025

Book Blitz ~ The Pot of Gold at the Rainbow Cafe by Dan Chabot

 


Contemporary Fiction

Date Published: April 1, 2025

 

 

In a time when too much emphasis is on our past sins, instead of our many celebrated successes, The Pot of Gold at the Rainbow Café is a breath of fresh air. It's a story that looks at what’s right with America, its big heart, and its kind and generous people. It is an inspiring, touching, humorous story about main-street America, still the land of opportunity and exceptionalism, where fairy-tale endings are still common. It’s a place where neighbors look out for each other, help each other, then pay it forward, pass their good fortune along. Just look around you. It still happens every day.

 

About the Author

  

Dan Chabot is a retired newspaper editor and columnist for a major metro daily, the Milwaukee Journal (now the Journal-Sentinel). For many years he presided over the paper’s most popular section, the Green Sheet, a daily compendium of entertaining feature stories, nostalgia, history, humor and whimsy. He is the author of several other novels and now lives in Florida.


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Book Tour ~ Smoke & Mirrors by Joanie Olson

 



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Joanie Olson will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Searching for an answer to a question you haven't asked yet? You are not alone. One small realization and a whole world unravels.

Woven through these pages are a series of my most significant life events relating to narcissistic victim/survivor syndrome. Inside are keys unlocking mysteries of complex PTSD, compounded through various forms of abuse.

A journey of highs, like the Freedom Convoy, and the lows of a failed longtime marriage. With spiritual forces at work behind the scenes, could a Christian home have so many secrets? The smoke will clear to reveal our true mirrored self.


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I was sitting in the back of the plane, settling in between two passengers. My hair in a ponytail, wearing comfy sweatpants and a T-shirt with excitement in my chest. Others around me seemed like seasoned pros fluffing their pillows, adjusting their screens, ready to endure the long flight overseas.

I tried to act like a frequent flyer but struggling to plug in my headset must have given me away. Fidgeting in my seat to get comfortable, I remembered to put my phone on airplane mode. That’s when I saw a missed call from my son.

He had reached adulthood and well able to care for himself. A hard worker, smart as a whip and living life on his terms. With a few more minutes before the plane departed, I took the opportunity to give him a call.

“Hey Michael, Mom here. Sorry I missed your call. I was kind of busy.”

Michael responded, “That’s OK Mom, sorry I never called you back yesterday. What are you up to?”

“Well,” I said as I let out a laugh, annoying the man sitting beside me. I leaned over with my head down between my knees. Cupping the phone to muffle the sound of my voice, I went on to explain. “I’m on a plane headed to Paris, France!”

“WHAT?!” he replied.

About the Author: Joanie was raised on a farm in Saskatchewan, Canada. Life revolved around chores, school and church. Six older siblings and all the nieces and nephews added up to a large family.

Strong in doctrine and armed with a passion for truth, she's walked the walk of faith, facing challenges to overcome. She was married at 19, became a mother to a stepdaughter, and later birthed two children. Following years of turmoil in her marriage, she hit the inevitable breaking point.

Starting life over, she attended broadcasting college, going on to anchor morning news for the airwaves. Feeling isolated and rejected, her drive to help others who have gone through similar circumstances inspired this book. Through the Refiners fire, she's ready to share tools required to escape the fake and embrace the truth.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Pre-Order Blitz ~ Earth's Passion by Emily Carrington

 


LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Steamy

Date Published: April 18, 2025


 

As their need for each other grows, so does the danger.

Kailee and Tom are falling for each other, but their secrets continue to come between them. Kailee’s afraid to show her physical scars, while Tom dreads his lover will discover the power those he still calls Master and Mistress hold over him.

Dragon and werewolf must join together in every way to defeat those who would dominate Tom and kill Kailee.


 

 

EXCERPT


Kailee had been lying next to Tom for close to twenty minutes. Her new dragon lover was fast asleep, and she knew she should be resting too. Instead, she was filled with joy and an incautious sense of promise that she hadn’t felt in years.

Tom rolled over, draping his arm over her waist. Kailee wriggled a little as the urge to pee made itself known. A deeper craving drew at her also.

“Are you okay?” Tom mumbled. Then he stiffened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He pulled his arm off her.

She turned over, snuggling in close. “I like it when you touch me. I just… I need to get up and use the bathroom.” It was true, but her ulterior motive was to take so long that he fell back to sleep, and she could go outside.

“I’ll wait up for you,” he said, slurring his words a little.

Kailee kissed his temple. “Go to sleep. I’ll be back in a moment.”

His eyes were already closed. As she watched, he lost the tension in his limbs and the worry lines on his face smoothed out. He began to snore.

She waited another five minutes, to make sure he was well and truly under. He’d had a sucky, hard life and she thought he hadn’t probably slept well for large parts of it. Knowing he was safe here, that she would protect him, made her smile.

She got up, padding to the bathroom after putting on the clothes she’d worn before they made love. Once in the bathroom, she unzipped her jeans. As much as she felt one hundred percent female most of the time, she still enjoyed the simple pleasure of peeing while standing up.

When she was finished, she flushed, zipped up, and washed her hands. Then, moving silently, not wanting to wake anyone up because this pack already knew everyone else’s business as it was, she went to the mudroom, put on her boots, and made her way out of the back door into the gloriously dark night. It was a waxing crescent moon tonight, about four days from the first quarter, and with so little light coming from that celestial orb, the darkness was close as a passionate lover, full of kindness. Like Tom.

She wrapped her arms around her chest, which was flat without the boobs she usually wore. That felt a little awkward but for this one moment, she was able to dismiss the feeling. She’d needed to embrace herself for pure joy’s sake. She’d been so very alone for damn near half her life, relying on gentleness and understanding from those who were either hired professionals or simply much older than she was and thus not quite as in touch with their wolflinghood as she could have wished. Maybe it was foolish to assume someone closer to her own age would have “gotten it,” her experiences and suffering. Still, because Tom understood, and only after so short a time, she thought the idea had slight merit.

Wanting to make some sort of noise to express herself, she began to sing. It was a simple song in Werewelsh, her first language. She’d grown up surrounded by the language developed by werewolves for their own kind, and although other people spoke it now, it remained mostly shared among the ones who had to change at the full moon. Werewolves largely did, though, and she was, first and foremost, a wolf.

She translated in her head as she sang, loving the poetry even though it didn’t rhyme in English.

Moon of darkness, moon of light,

Moon of power and strength.

Moon of my heart, full and wise,

Be with me tonight.

Probably, she thought as her joy crested but didn’t recede, I’m being foolish. He hasn’t even said he loves me.

That was true but what made her heart sing was a simple truth, not complicated by whether Tom wanted to be her mate or not. “In all honesty,” she whispered to the night that seemed to be listening, “I never thought anyone could see past my scars and love me anyway.”

All right, so he hadn’t actually seen her physical scars, her dead name carved into her chest with a silver knife and made to stay because of silver powder. She hadn’t been quite that brave. Still, Tom knew she had a reputation, that she’d killed, and he hadn’t pulled away. Wasn’t that worthy of ecstasy?

She closed her eyes and resumed her singing. Now she sang a song of how the sky so loved the moon that he bid her to cross from one edge to the other so he might admire her beauty. The moon’s response Kailee sang too, reveling in the way the moon demanded something in return: to see the stars scattered before her like diamonds.

Once again, her joy crested until it filled her chest. She broke out in a light sweat. That was when she became aware that the exhilaration she felt wasn’t hers alone.

Wary because she’d been influenced by outsider forces before, although less directly or psychically, she mounted her defenses and scanned the area with her telepathy, seeking the source of the external, pushy force.

At first, she felt nothing and no one. Widening her circle of ability, she fumbled in the darkness of the in-between that existed in the psychic world. Reaching, reaching, she felt a half-familiar mind.


About the Author

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her website.


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Cover Reveal ~ Fate of the Storm - Demon Storm Book 8 by Valerie Storm

 

 


Demon Storm, Book Eight


Young Adult Fantasy

Date Published: 05-13-2025

Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing


 

The shadows have retreated with Raven's downfall, but darkness still curls at the edges of the world. For a moment, though, Kari and Ari have a moment of peace. There is a glimmer of light that threatens to wash away the darkness as they finally bind their fates together in a formal ceremony.

But Raven hasn't given up, and there's an older, crueler foe who hasn't forgotten Kari - the Lord of Demons, the very one who crafted the Catalyst which Raven sought to control, still trapped in an ancient Tree.

Kari's moment of joy comes to a halt as the world shakes and Taris is ripped apart.

Velthas has risen.


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Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children & children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.


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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Book Tour ~ His Final Answer by Christopher D. White & Jennifer Curran

 



Metaphysical Fiction

Date Published: September 15, 2024

Publisher: MindStir Media


 

This story is about the wrath of tragic grief and how self renewal is the key for any future possibilities or reconciliation of the past.

Daniel Pallson is considered by most to have everything one could ask for as one of the self made wealthiest people in the world, however in reality since he tragically lost his son twenty years ago he has been one of the emptiest people in the world.Since then he has shut everything out of his life including his wife, extended family, faith in himself, spirituality and most everything else except his business.

A long time American citizen and resident Daniel returns to his native Iceland for a very important business project. While in Iceland he suffers a life threatening event that does not allow him to leave the country any time soon. His only best option where to convalesce is at his estranged brother Jons ranch where they both grew up. Daniels wife Doris with whom he has been separated from for years also comes from her home in Boston knowing this could be life or death situation. Doris has been separated from Daniel for about 6 years. To his complete dismay Daniel must now face not only his own mortality but all he shunned all these years. What is his final answer?


A few decades ago, I saw a television interview with

one of my favorite actors, who I knew was suffering from

a major illness and didn’t have long to live. I knew he had

lost a child to a tragedy about twenty years ago, but I was

shocked at what he said that day. He said he never spent

one day without feeling devastated about his twenty-threeyear-

old son, and with tears he said he wanted to apologize

to those he shut out for so long because of his incomplete

grief. He had endless self-guilt, anger, and doubt about the

whole world after being a well-known optimist his entire

life. I thought how sad that was. For some reason, that stuck

with me enough to write about this years later, as I experienced

some of my best friends having to go through the

same loss of losing a child. I wondered how possibly they

could get through it. This compelled me to write a story

about it. Shortly thereafter, I met with Jennifer Curran to

work on the novel with me.

This book was written for that actor and all others

who have had to experience such an unimaginably painful

event. Actually, I think this novel can easily apply to many

cases of grief for loved ones who have lost others, whether

it be family or others. This book explains how never getting

better at any grief can rival the negative effects of the actual

tragedy of years ago. I think the protagonist covers what

we, the writers, mean with regard to this and much more.

There are other main characters who add so much to

this story. We know writing this book is as true as it gets, as

it has caused a impact in both our (co-writers) lives for

writing it.

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Jennifer Curran grew up in Stamford, Vermont, a small town with just 800 people. She is the eighth of nine siblings and was raised by a wonderful mother and a father who was a World War II veteran. Jennifer excelled in sports like basketball, softball, and skiing during high school, where she also won the school patriot award.

Jennifer attended Boston University on an English scholarship. At nineteen, she was discovered by Elite Modeling Agency while walking in New York. This led to a successful international modeling career, taking her to places like Australia and Paris.

After modeling, Jennifer returned to the U.S. and joined an off-Broadway theater group in New York City. She later moved to California to follow her passion for acting and writing. Jennifer is an avid poet and short story writer and a certified member of the renowned Amherst Writers & Artists. "His Final Answer" is her first novel.

 

Christopher D. White is a storyteller from the Midwest, raised in the Chicagoland area of northwest Indiana. Known for his original narrative films and documentaries, Christopher has a deep love for sports and all Chicago teams. He even received a genuine Chicago Cubs 2016 World Series ring as a part owner of the team.

Christopher graduated from Indiana University in 1981 with a business degree and worked as a stockbroker in Los Angeles. At night, he performed comedy in local clubs. His passion for storytelling led him to take a film writing class at UCLA, which changed his career path. He was accepted into the prestigious American Film Institute as a producing fellow.

Over the years, Christopher has written and produced films like "Missing Brendan" and the Netflix series "Valhalla Murders." His first book was a tribute to the WWII generation. His first novel, "His Final Answer," marks his debut in fiction writing. He plans to adapt his novel, "His Final Answer," into a film, to be shot in Iceland and Boston.

 

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Knuckles - Kiss of Death MC by Marteeka Karland

 


(Kiss of Death MC)


Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: April 18, 2025

 

 

Hannah’s stubborn, abrasive, and vicious. She’s also mine.

Hannah: My life as I knew it ended the night my boyfriend tried to rape me. I killed the swine, and I’m not sorry. After that night, it became my mission to rid the world of as many predators as I could. If that meant I got slapped around a little, I’d sacrifice for the cause. What I didn’t count on was my brother’s best friend coming to my rescue. That dangerous vibe he’s giving off is making me feel things I never expected. Knuckles fought for me. Protected me. Now he’s using words like “claim” and “old lady,” but I’m not sure I want to be anyone’s property. Not unless it means he’s my property too.

Knuckles: I came to Afternoon Delytes to get the information I needed to destroy a woman who’d betrayed me. I never expected to see my best friend’s sister take a backhand to the face. She has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. She’s also vicious. And mine.


 

EXCERPT


Knuckles

“You tell that bitch I’m comin’ for her. She has a week at most to make her peace.” I’d never meant a statement more in my fucking life.

“I’m just puttin’ you in touch with her, Knuckles. Ain’t your errand boy. You want to negotiate, you go through her people.”

“Nothin’ to negotiate. When you confirm your job’s done, you tell her the only thing I want from her is her fuckin’ head on a pike.”

“You’re not gettin’ your daughter back until you talk with her, man. She made that very clear.”

“Too bad for her I already have my daughter.”

Finally, I got a reaction out of Wild Bill. Only a raised eyebrow but way more than the man normally showed. He wasn’t a man I trusted exactly, but he held to a code and I respected that. “OK… That’s news.”

“Is it.” I didn’t phrase my words as a question.

“How long have you had her?”

“Since before they managed to sell Pippa,” I snapped. “I know Beth wants my supplier, and I know she worked for several months to undercut me, so I was prepared for somethin’. It never occurred to me she’d sell her own daughter for a drug deal, but it should have. I knew years ago there was somethin’ not right with Beth. Even before she brought Pippa to see me. I knew there was another shoe to drop but wasn’t expectin’ her to actually sell our daughter to get even with me.”

“Look. I got in touch with you as a favor to her. I can see I made an error in judgment.” Yeah, Wild Bill could see how pissed I was. “I’ll deliver your message to the bitch and go one better. I’ll give you a heads-up before she does anythin’ else to piss you off.”

“Now, why would you do that, Wild Bill?” I drawled out the question as I leaned against the bar and took a sip of my coffee. Wild Bill had met me just outside the Kiss of Death compound in Nashville. The area we’d purchased and walled off sat in the industrial outskirts of the city, but there were still a couple bars and a strip club in the area, which is where we were currently. Little club called Afternoon Delytes. The music was loud, the girls had big tits, and the alcohol wasn’t watered down. A good place for an enemy to be distracted if he wasn’t cautious. Which was why I liked to meet here with men I didn’t fully trust.

“I know you think I’m amoral, but I do have a code, Knuckles. A line I won’t cross. If what you told me is true -- and your reputation says you know your shit before you speak -- that bitch obliterated my line. I ain’t above pimpin’ out girls willin’ to split the profits, but I don’t force women. For any reason. And I absolutely do not traffic. Beth broke both those hard and fast rules for me. I agreed to this in good faith with her mostly because I respect you. If it were my daughter, I’d kill anyone who knew what was goin’ on and didn’t tell me. But, honest to God, I thought Beth had the girl. Maybe in a gilded cage, or maybe it was an empty threat to you and there was no danger to your daughter at all.”

“I could be lying.”

Wild Bill shook his head. “Nope. That’s not your style. You’ve always given it to me straight. Whether or not it’s what I wanted to hear.” I had to admit, the man might have gone up a little in my estimation. I’d still verify any information he shared with me before acting on it. It might not tell the tale, but I’d be able to better see if Wild Bill subscribed to the honor among thieves mentality, or if it was every man for himself.

“You know where Beth is?” Even if he was lying, I wanted any information he doled out. If it was bogus, I’d act accordingly. Which would not end well for Wild Bill.

“Yep.” He took out an envelope. “I’ve had a guy on her for a couple months. She’s at the same place she’s always been at. Way too rich for a nurse’s salary.” He handed me the envelope and I took it.

I stared at him a long time. Wild Bill held my gaze without flinching. “Few men surprise me, so I’m going to give you this one time to tell me your agenda. I won’t consider you an enemy and I’ll respect your territory, but only if you come clean now.”

“No agenda, Knuckles. No repayment expected. No favors later. This is because I agreed to help your ex without investigatin’ beyond the surface. Knowin’ the girl was her daughter? Yeah. Wasn’t expectin’ her to hurt her own kid.” He shook his head like he knew he’d fucked up royally. “I don’t question things beyond the job because the job speaks for itself, but with somethin’ like this, I should have dug a little deeper. Ain’t too proud to admit when I’m wrong.” The corner of his lips curled up in a self-deprecating smile. “I’d also prefer it if you didn’t see this as a betrayal of the fragile alliance we have.”

“OK, now that I believe.” I took a sip of coffee, never taking my eyes from Wild Bill.

“How’d you get out of a life sentence anyway?” Wild Bill took a healthy pull of his beer before signaling the bartender for another.

“Friends in high places.” I continued to study the other man. “I’d’ve been out years ago except I had to help a guy out.”

Wild Bill snorted. “Right. You went in on a triple murder the way I heard it. That ain’t somethin’ you get out of that easy.”

“I did confess to a triple murder. Yes.” The smile I gave him wasn’t genuine.

Wild Bill looked like he wasn’t sure whether or not to believe me. “Must have been some long, hard dick you sucked to get out of that kind of rap.”

“All you need to know is it’s none of your Goddamned business.” This was getting tiresome. “You can spread the word to anyone you want to live that I’m back.”


About the Author

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.


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Release Blitz ~ Warpath - An Axel Blaze Crime Action Thriller by Bill Runner

 


An Axel Blaze Crime Action Thriller

 

Action Adventure; Military thrillers; Vigilante justice

Date Published: April 10, 2025

 

 

A cartel kingpin. A botched raid. A blood-soaked vendetta.

 

When Mexico’s deadliest cartel, La Manada, spills blood on American soil, Delta Force Captain Axel Blaze gets the call. His mission: capture cartel boss Javier Salazar and crush his empire. No red tape. No half-measures.

But when an ambush forces Blaze to pull back stateside, the cartel takes the fight across the border—hitting civilians, targeting officials, daring him to respond.

Now, it’s personal. This time, it’s not about taking prisoners—it’s about ending threats. Blaze is coming for Salazar, and he won’t stop until La Manada is nothing but a smoldering memory.


 


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Bill Runner cut his teeth as an investigative journalist, plunging into the gritty underbelly of crime, before turning to writing edge-of-your-seat thrillers. Raised on a steady diet of westerns and lone ranger sagas, Bill’s real-life encounters with rogues and heroes shaped his electrifying protagonist, Axel Blaze. An adrenaline junkie at heart, Bill is a seasoned mountain climber and paraglider, and also a lifelong student of martial arts. Working the crime beat and studying the art of fighting honed his skills to craft pulse-pounding thrillers, renowned for their razor-sharp action sequences. You can find out more about Bill at his FB profile under the name Bill Runner Author.


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Cover Reveal ~ Shattered Compass - A Memoir of Loss, Escape, and Renewal by Lenore Greiner

 

 


A Memoir of Loss, Escape, and Renewal


Memoir

Date Published: June 11, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

How does a young woman cope when she cannot speak the truth?

When nineteen-year-old Lenore experiences sexual assault while studying abroad in Italy, her entire world shifts. Survival becomes the focus of her daily life, physical illness grabs control of her body, and no one can free her from her pain. A ghost of herself, she takes the path of denial, believing it’s the only way to protect her loved ones and herself from her harsh reality.

On her journey toward peace, she assumes the expected roles of mother and wife, but a traumatic diagnosis puts her at a crossroads. She must start living the life she wants or roam her days as a victim in the chaos of fear. Lenore’s escape through travel allows her to reconcile the imprisonment she’s suffered over the years.

However, when another family tragedy strikes, Lenore understands she must finally come to terms with the silence she’s kept. But what if one incident that happened decades ago is too destructive, too deep to be excavated? Will she be able to find herself in the rubble? Or will she be lost forever?

 

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Award-winning travel writer Lenore Greiner grew up in Marin County where, at thirteen, she began her writing journey as a lifelong journal keeper.

At nineteen, her passion for adventure led her to Italy’s heart to study at the University for Foreigners in Perugia and immerse herself in the language and culture. There, the seeds of her memoir were sown.

Lenore has garnered eight prestigious Solas Awards for Best Travel Writing and was honored in Best American Travel Writing 2013, edited by Elizabeth Gilbert. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, Fodor’s travel guides, and three volumes of Shaking the Tree, an annual anthology curated by the International Memoir Writers Association.     

A graduate of UC Davis, Lenore married her college sweetheart, and they now call Southern California home. They share two kids, two kayaks, and too many rambunctious grandkids.

 

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Book Tour ~ Being Broke by Geoffrey R. Jones

 



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Geoffrey R. Jonas will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.


A young woman dies alone in a hotel room, her fentanyl-poisoned cocaine still on the desk. She had been missing for nearly 2 weeks. Social Services had been trying to find a place for her to live with her 3-year-old son, whom she had left with her parents. Six months later her father fights for his life in intensive care, but succumbs to his illness because of a lifelong use of alcohol and tobacco. A month after his death her mother is assessed by doctors to be unable to care for herself because of her Alzheimer's and mental health issues brought on by benzodiazepine and alcohol addiction.

The son, brother, stepson is the only one left to pick up the pieces. He begins a journey of the self and finds out the truth of his family. After going over letters, notes, emails, videos, and text messages, he uncovers a disturbing picture of the abuse his sister suffered at the hands of their parents. He also begins to better understand his own struggles with mental health and substance addiction because of the trauma and abuse he also suffered from their parents.

Follow the son as he looks through his family history to discover the generational abuse that trickled down through the years. Learn about how parents who suffer from narcissistic personality disorder emotionally abuse and manipulate their children. See how the abuse and trauma becomes mental illness in the abused, and how they fall into vicious traps of addiction, eating disorders, self-harm, and complex post-traumatic stress disorder. Witness the transformational change of the son as he works on the recovery of his inner child and tries to become the man he was meant to be.

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Essay: Fault vs. Responsibility and Blame

Before I continue, I wanted to interject a discussion on fault versus responsibility and blame. My ability to have forgiven my father all came down to a discussion with my therapist on whether they were at fault for my trauma, or if they were responsible or to blame for that trauma.

Human beings are not born with instincts. A baby left on its own will die. It will not search for food, it will not try to move or walk, and its only means of communication are cries. Many animals are born with instincts, such as marsupials or rodents that instinctively move to a mammary gland or an ungulate that will attempt to get up and walk or move, as soon as it is able, to find food.

With this truth in mind, the conclusion is that all human behaviour is learned from our caretakers, then our peers as we get older. Early childhood development dictates that children learn behavioural responses as soon as they are engaged by a caregiver. If we give them love and support, they develop healthy adaptations to the world around them. If their cries are unheeded and we leave them abandoned and rejected, a myriad of mental health issues will emerge as they get older.

This leads to how we apply fault vs. blame to behaviour and choices people make as they get older. We can’t fault a child for being racist if that is what their caregiver taught them; however, we can blame them for their actions if they are cruel and make the choice to harm others because of what they learned.

Further, we cannot fault an individual that suffers from a serious mental health issue if they have learned that adaptive behaviour due to not being provided with the proper love and support as they were developing. Again, however, we can blame them for making choices that cause harm to others. It is not their fault that their learned behaviours condition them to make poor choices, but they are still choices that have consequences.

This is a key factor in generational abuse and trauma. A child that grows up in an abusive home develops poor adaptive skills and behaviours. This can lead to all kinds of poor coping skills such as abusive behaviour towards others, self-harm, eating disorders, Substance Use Disorders, Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and an array of other mental health issues.

However, these disorders are treatable. It is critical that once we identify these types of behaviours, the individual begins a process of treatment and therapy to unlearn them and develop healthy ones instead. This took me years, and it is a lot of work. Many cannot do so without the proper support structures to allow it to happen. It is vital that treatment happens to end the generational cycle of abuse.

About the Author: Geoffrey is a first-time author. He lives peacefully by a lake, spending his time writing, painting, gardening, and woodworking. His recovery is ongoing, and he enjoys his privacy and seclusion.

Website: https://geoffreyrjonas.ca
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/55118142.Geoffrey_R_Jonas
Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/livingwithcptsd.bsky.social
Amazon: https://a.co/d/eJTO4wq

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Book Tour ~ Murder on the Steel Pier - A Tess Mancini Time Travel Mystery by Rosie Genova

 


Book Tour & Giveaways

Murder on the Steel Pier

A Tess Mancini Time Travel Mystery

By

Rosie Genova

 

About the Book:

Genres: An Adult Time Travel Historical Mystery (with cozy noir elements)

Publisher: Two Roses Press

Publication Date: March 31, 2025

 

The morning after a blowout thirty-fifth birthday celebration in Atlantic City, crime reporter and party girl Tess Mancini wakes up in an unfamiliar place—1955. Bread is eighteen cents a loaf, Ike occupies the White House, and the Boardwalk is crawling with vintage cars and vintage wise guys. A bewildered Tess is sure of only two things: One, she’s not crazy, and two, the clothes are fabulous. And somehow, she’s living the life of her Great Aunt Theresa, who disappeared decades before Tess’s birth.

In her 1950s existence, Tess is a reporter for the local newspaper, living and working at a boarding house owned by her Zia Antonetta, an Italian immigrant with secrets of her own. Tess also discovers that Theresa has a kid brother, teenaged troublemaker Val Mancini—also known as Tess’s paternal grandfather. Though determined to return to her own time, Tess’s curiosity takes over. What happened to the first Theresa Mancini? And is Tess’s trip through time somehow connected to her aunt’s fate?              

But when young Val is accused of murdering a boarding house guest, a Nazi in hiding, Tess ends up with two investigations on her hands, and though desperate to leave the Nifty Fifties, she’s stuck in time until she can prove Val’s innocence. As she searches for answers, she finds allies in a dishy police detective and a suspiciously charming fellow reporter. She also crosses paths with a Mid-Century icon of science—possibly the one person who can help her get back home—but not until she finds a way to keep her grandfather off Death Row.

Because before Tess can get back to the future … she needs to make sure she has one.

 

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Excerpt:


Tess, hungover and hazy after her Atlantic City birthday celebration, has awakened in an old-fashioned boarding house instead of her modern hotel. The people there seem to know her, but to Tess they are strangers. Complicating this confusing experience is a voice that cuts through Tess’s thoughts, and she is determined to flee from this disorienting place. She borrows some clothes, throws on a man’s jacket and boots she finds in the house, and decides to walk toward the Boardwalk, taking stock of her surroundings:

 

I’d ended up in a residential part of AC, as there wasn’t a casino in sight. But there was something else—a pungent barnyard smell of poultry wafting on the air. Were there farms in Atlantic City?

I turned to face the street, and for a moment, my vision blurred. The images in front of me seemed to shift before they came into sharp focus. Parked across the street was an old dairy truck; a man emerged from it, wearing a flat cap and a plaid jacket that was a twin for the one I had on. He carried two metal baskets, and with each step he took, I could hear the clink of milk bottles. Milk bottles? He waved and nodded; in a trance, I did the same.

I stepped down from the curb to cross the street, but waited to let a car pass. It was big, black, high, and round. And old. Years old, like everything else on this street and in that house behind me. What was this place? It wasn’t a movie set because there were no sound trucks or trailers. An antique car show? A man whose dark suit and overcoat fit right in with those old cars tipped his hat to me as he passed.

“Oh, my God,” I said aloud as the light dawned. “It’s like one of those Renaissance fairs.” Only it was a Mid-Century version, and I’d somehow stumbled into it last night in an alcoholic stupor. But that still didn’t explain how these people knew me. Nor my missing clothes, phone, and wallet. I automatically shoved my hands into the jeans pockets, but of course I came up empty. I wouldn’t last much longer without my phone. My life was on that phone.

As I reached the corner, I looked up at an old-fashioned street sign. Bellevue Avenue, (fitting, I thought, given how crazy this was) which intersected with Atlantic. I was heading for the Boardwalk, so I’d just keep going until I could find a taxi. Though paying for it might be a little tricky without any money. Shuffling along in the oversize boots, I was about to cross the street when I was startled by a deep voice behind me.

“Stop right where ya are,” he barked. “Hands outta your pockets. And make sure you turn around slow.”

I did as he said, my hands at my sides and my heart thrumming in my chest. Dressed similarly to the other men I’d seen on the street, he was wearing a gray suit but no tie, his hat pulled down low over one side of his face. At six feet, he towered over me, and his dark eyes and moustache gave him an old movie star quality. I thought fleetingly of the movie star photo I’d seen in The Other Tess’s bedroom. This guy also had thick brows and lashes, but there the similarity ended.

This man’s expression was grim, and when he turned, I choked back a gasp. A satiny white scar ran from his left cheekbone, cutting through his moustache and puckering the side of his mouth. My eyes shifted from the scar and back to his dark eyes. Eyes that were somehow familiar. I felt a small shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. “Just where do you think you’re going?” he asked gruffly.

“Nowhere. I mean, I was trying to hail a cab—”

And then that other voice sounded again. Her voice, excited and a little breathless: Joe! Okay, she knows him. So maybe I could talk my way out of whatever was happening. “So, uh, Joe,” I began, “I really have to be somewhere—”

“I don’t think so.” He took his hand from his suit pocket and flipped open a leather case bearing a gold badge that read “Detective Joseph O’Brien.” Help me out here, Theresa-With-An-H. But she was silent.

I swallowed nervously. “Are you arresting me? I mean, I didn’t do anything.”

He pocketed his badge and then produced another item associated with police officers. “Hands out, please.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, hell no! Are you out of your mind?”

He raised his dark brows. “Such language from a lady,” he said, and before I could utter another word, snapped a set of antique handcuffs around my wrists. “I’m arresting you for the theft of those clothes. You’re coming with me.” 

About the Author:

Proud Jersey girl Rosie Genova is a multi-genre author. Her work includes a Jersey shore cozy series, The Italian Kitchen Mysteries, and the upcoming Tess Mancini Time Travel Mysteries, set in 1955 Atlantic City. She is also the author of standalone suspense and a couple of rom-coms that presently live in her computer files (but are longing to be released into the wild). A former teacher and journalist, Rosie’s non-fiction has appeared in Entrepreneur magazine and The New York Times. The mother of three sons, Rosie still lives in her favorite state with her husband, too many dusty antiques, and a charming mutt named Lucy.

 



Contact Links:

Website: http://www.rosiegenova.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RosieGenova

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6462450.Rosie_Genova

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Rosie-Genova/author/B00BEKZU5U

 

Giveaways:

First Giveaway


Four eBook Copies of Murder on the Steel Pier

Open Internationally

 

Second Giveaway


Two Print Copies of Murder on the Steel Pier

Open to US Only


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