Book Title: They Called Him Marvin, A History of Love, War and Family by Roger Stark Category: Adult Fiction (18+), 333 pages Genre: Historical Romance, WW2 history, True Love Story Publisher: Silver Star Publishing Release Date: September 2021 Content Rating: PG-13: No sex scenes, six mild profanities, depictions of war scenes.
Book Description:
They were just kids, barely not teenagers, madly in love, desperate to be a family, but a war and a B29 got in there way.
Three
hundred ten days before Pearl Harbor, buck private Dean Sherman
innocently went to church with a new friend in Salt Lake City. From that
moment, the unsuspecting soldier travelled a remarkable, heroic path,
falling in love, graduating from demanding training to become a B29
pilot, conceiving a son and entering the China, Burma and India theater
of the WW2.
He chronicled his story with letters home to his
bride Connie that he met on that fateful Sunday, blind to the fact that
fifteen hundred seventy five days after their meeting, a Japanese
swordsman would end his life.
His crew, a gaggle of Corporals
that dubbed themselves the Corporalies, four officers and a tech
Sargent, adventured their way across the globe. Flying the “Aluminum
Trail” also called the Hump through the Himalayas, site of the most
dangerous flying in the world. Landing in China to refuel and then fly
on to to places like Manchuria, Rangoon or even the most southern parts
of Japan to drop 500 pounders.
Each mission had it’s challenges,
minus fifty degree weather in Mukden, or Japanese fighters firing away
at them, a close encounter of the wrong kind, nearly missing a collision
with another B29 while flying in clouds, seeing friends downed and lost
because of “mechanicals,” the constant threat of running out of fuel
and their greatest fear, engine fire.
Transferred to the Mariana
Islands, he and his crew were shot down over Nagoya, Japan as part of
Mission 174, captured and declared war criminals.
Connie’s
letters reveal life for a brand new mother whose husband is declared
MIA. The agony for both of them, he in a Japanese prison, declared a war
criminal, and she just not knowing why his letters stopped coming.
I
am, by my own admission, a reluctant writer. But there are stories that
demand to to be told. When we hear them, we must pick up our pen, lest
we forget and the stories be lost. Six years ago, in a quiet
conversation with my friend Marvin, I learned the tragic story of his
father, a WW2 B-29 Airplane Commander, shot down over Nagoya, Japan just
months before the end of the war. The telling of the story that evening
by this half orphan was so moving and full of emotion, it compelled me
to ask if I could write the story. The result being They Called Him Marvin.
My
life has been profoundly touched in so many ways by being part of
documenting this sacred story. I pray that we never forget, as a people,
the depth of sacrifice that was made by ordinary people like Marvin and
his father and mother on our behalf.
I want to welcome Jonathan Weeks to fundinmental. I found his guest post fascinating and this is so appropriate for Women’s month. What perfect timing. 🙂
THE
GIRL WHO STRUCK OUT RUTH AND GEHRIG
During
the heart of the Great Depression, most major league teams reduced the number
of spring training games to cut down on travel costs. The Yankees broke with
this trend in 1931, scheduling more than 30 stops on their annual spring tour.
A visit to Chattanooga in early-April produced one of the most memorable
moments in baseball history as a teenage girl named Jackie Mitchell struck out
Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig in succession.
A
Chattanooga native, Mitchell learned the basics of the game from her father. As
the story goes, she was taught by Hall of Fame pitcher Dazzy Vance (who was a
neighbor) to throw a sinking fastball. Mitchell mastered the pitch and began
playing for local teams. She caught the eye of Chattanooga Lookouts owner Joe
Engel at an Atlanta training camp.
A
savvy promoter, Engel was known to stage unusual publicity stunts to draw fans
to the ballpark. He once traded a player for a turkey that he cooked and fed to
sportswriters. Recognizing a golden opportunity, he signed Mitchell to a minor
league contract and booked a pair of games against the Yankees.
In
the wake of a rainout, the Lookouts faced the Yankees at Engel Stadium in front
of 4,000 fans. After Earle Combs and Lyn Lary led off the game with a pair of
hits, Chattanooga manager Bert Niehoff summoned Mitchell from the bullpen. Fans
were cheering wildly as Ruth stepped up to the plate to face her. Mitchell’s
windup consisted of a dramatic windmill motion and sidearm delivery. The Babe
swung through two of her first three offerings. After failing to connect a
second time, he asked the umpire to inspect the ball. Finding nothing amiss,
the arbiter called for play to continue. Mitchell’s next pitch caught the outside
corner for a called third strike. Ruth flung his bat in disgust and barked at
the umpire. Gehrig’s at-bat was far less dramatic in comparison. He swung
through three straight pitches and returned to the dugout without complaint.
After
disposing of the Yankees’ primary offensive threats, Mitchell walked Tony
Lazzeri and was promptly removed from the game. An ongoing debate as to whether
or not her strikeouts were legitimate has never been definitively settled.
Outfielder Ben Chapman, who was in the lineup that day, believed that Ruth and
Gehrig were willing victims. Hall of Fame pitcher Lefty Gomez was of a
different mindset, insisting that Yankee manager Joe McCarthy would never have
allowed such a stunt—even in a meaningless exhibition game. Years later, Engel
said that Mitchell’s appearance was an elaborate hoax, but Mitchell denied that
this was true until the time of her death in 1987.
Ruth and Gehrig never publicly admitted to intentionally striking out. In fact, Ruth seemed a bit peeved by the incident. After the game was over, he remarked to reporters, “I don’t know what’s going to happen if they let women in baseball. Of course they will never make good. Why? Because they are too delicate. It would kill them to play ball every day.” Commissioner Landis was inclined to agree, voiding Mitchell’s contract on the grounds that baseball was “too strenuous” for her. She continued to play for various barnstorming teams into the late-‘30s.
Thank you Jonathan for sharing such an interesting story.
More
than seventy years after his death, Babe Ruth continues to fascinate
generations of fans. His exciting adventures on and off the field have become
essential reading for students of baseball and pop culture. While most Ruth
biographies are filled with mundane facts, Lore of the Bambino is the
equivalent of a greatest hits compilation. Ruth’s extraordinary (and at times
incredulous) tales carry readers on an enthralling journey through the life of
the most celebrated sports figure of the twentieth century. All of the most
popular anecdotes (such as the Babe’s alleged “called shot” in the 1932 World
Series) are thoroughly covered along with many lesser known narratives.
EXCERPT
In the annals of baseball history, there has never been
anyone quite like Babe Ruth. He transformed the game from a slow-moving battle
of wits to an explosive exhibition of raw power. He could alter the final score
with a single swing. When he retired in 1935, he owned dozens of statistical
records. And his 714 homers were more than double the output of the next
closest competitor.
Beyond the ballfield, Ruth was approachable, engaging, and
jovial. He mingled with fans, autographed a myriad of baseballs, and befriended
sportswriters. In an era when heroes were desperately needed, he fit the bill.
He understood what he meant to people (especially children) and went out of his
way to bring them joy.
As a role model, he was imperfect. He broke rules, got
suspended, and struck out more than any other player of the era. But when the
game was on the line, he almost always rose to the occasion, doing it in
dramatic fashion. Over time, he became part god and part mortal—a mythical
man-child who called his own shots and propelled baseballs farther than any
player before or after him. He got more attention than U.S. Presidents and was
just as newsworthy as a world war or economic depression. Everyone wanted a small piece of him. And
everyone who met him had an interesting story to tell.
When the Moon Shines Lucia Ashta (Six Shooter and a Shifter, #1) Publication date: April 1st 2022 Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Western
Welcome to Traitor’s Den. I hope you like it here, because there’s no leaving the small western town that’s more theme park than authentic. Once you walk through the portal, you’re stuck as a boot heel in a half foot of mud.
I’ve never seen the outside world and I don’t care. The cannon-toting, trigger-happy residents here are like family, even if most of them are a few spoons short of a full set. Eventually, everyone grows on you, kinda like nail fungus. But the booze flows freely, and Tiger keeps me company. He’s as much a prisoner as I am.
I don’t figure there’s much point in wanting what you can never have. I’ll eventually accept one of my boyfriend’s marriage proposals and then keep policing the one-way town while I pop out the babies he wants. I was born knowing how to make chicken salad out of chicken shit.
At least I won’t be bored. Denners aren’t fans of following the rules, and the longer they’re in town, the worse they behave, thanks to the spell that keeps us all trapped here.
Just when I think I’ve made my peace with my lot, the portal pops open and two men shoot through, throwing punches before their feet even finish landing in my town. When they finally look at me, all I see is problems. Big, ginormous, entirely-too-handsome problems. And that’s before I even take into account the little “surprise” they brought through with them.
No one’s ever looked at me the way they do.
They aren’t the kind of men who back down after claiming something.
Or someone…
Did I say I had my life in Traitor’s Den all figured out? Hell, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
* A sexy fantasy western with growly shifters, sketchy vamps, peculiar mages and creatures, and one badass cowgirl sheriff. Within this small town, magic and gossip flow as freely as whiskey, and work and pleasure are nearly the same thing. Weird things happen on the regular in Traitor’s Den. Come and join the quirky family, where everyone’s packing. Oh, and don’t mind the tiger.
Rhett snorted. “Got a little cheering section, don’t
you? Do you make them say that stuff? Part of your little welcome speech?”
At that, the crowd went eerily still and silent. All
but Tiger and Jolene. Jolene whinnied her protest outside, but Tiger was my
immediate concern. As he rose to his large, heavy paws, I placed a calming hand
on his head and kept it there.
“It’s okay, Tiger. I got this.”
A low rumble rolled deep in his chest.
Rhett had the good sense to appear intimidated, though
he hid it well. The tension in his jaw and the mild tic in one eye gave him
away.
Zeke didn’t bother to hide his apprehension, sliding
his chair back from the table to more clearly distance himself from the jackass
with a stupid retort on the tip of his tongue for just about everything.
Keeping one hand on Tiger, I slid my drink to the side
with the other, and leaned on the table, closing the distance between Rhett and
me.
Up close, it was easier to make out that his eyes
weren’t a flat forest green; flecks of yellow, blue, and brown made them so
much more interesting. His face was beautiful and yet still masculine, his
square jaw reinforcing the manly aspect of his features.
Too bad he was one of the biggest jerkwads to ever
come through the portal.
Dropping my voice so it vibrated with all the danger I
was purposefully injecting into it, with a cold smile, I said, “Here in
Traitor’s Den, we’re all judged on our actions. Not where we came from, not
what we did before, not who we used to know. Connections from the outside world
won’t help you here. In here, you earn your reputation, fair and square. If I
have a cheering squad, it’s because I put the needs of others first as much as
I should. I give respect when it’s earned and treat everyone fairly. You treat
others like shit, you’ll have me to deal with, and trust me, so far you’ve only
seen my nice side. Mess with me or my Denners and I’ll come after you and make
sure you never make that same mistake again.”
Author Bio:
Lucía Ashta is the Amazon top 20 bestselling author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and paranormal women’s fiction filled with wild magic, spicy romance, and quirky characters that make you snort-laugh.
A former attorney and architect, she’s an Argentinian-American who lives in North Carolina’s Smoky Mountains with her husband and daughters.
Book Title: TRAVELS WITH MAURICE AN OUTRAGEOUS ADVENTURE IN EUROPE IN 1968by Gary Orleck Category: Adult Non-Fiction (18+), 250 pages Genre: Travel Memoir Publisher:TOUCHPOINT PRESS Publication Date: April 5, 2022. Tour dates: April 12 to May 2 Content Rating: G
“Travels with Maurice is a gem of a
book that just sneaks up on you with its greatness. While the title
makes you think it’s a travelogue or road trip book (and we’ve all read
enough of these), Travels is so much more.” – Michael Berman
Book Description:
“Every Woman Wanted to Be with Him, Every Man Wanted to Be Him.”― Gary Orleck
A simple “thank you” led to the trip of a lifetime, along with an unbreakable friendship of two opposites. See them come of age while rubbing elbows with the rich and famous like the Shah and Queen of Iran, The Who, Paul McCartney, Brigitte Bardot, and even Shirley Temple Black. An unbelievable story, yet it’s true because nobody could make this story up. Find out things the rich and famous do not want you to know.
I grew up in Lincoln, R.I. which is a blue-collar town, went To Babson University School of Business, and graduated with a BSBA in 1966. I worked my way around the USA for six months.
Two years later, I traveled with the son of the richest man in the world – covering 19,988 miles, twelve countries, and ten weeks.
Then, I went to work at Broadway Tire Inc. Twenty years later, I bought the business. I then owned and operated it for thirty more years before retiring in 2016!
In Between, I met and married my wife Ronna and had two beautiful children, and now I have five grandchildren!
The love of travel remained with me, and I’ve been fortunate enough to have visited 75 countries – each in a unique style – all my own way, using much of which I learned in my travels with Maurice in 1968.
Mining for Murder (A Happy Camper Mystery) by Mary Angela
About Mining for Murder
Mining for Murder (A Happy Camper Mystery) Cozy Mystery 3rd in Series Setting – South Dakota Lyrical Press (April 5, 2022) Print length : 275 pages Digital ASIN : B0992TPJ24
Zo Jones is enjoying the sunny
season at her Happy Camper gift shop in Spirit Canyon, South Dakota—when
a murder reminds her all that glitters isn’t gold . . .
The South Dakota Gold Rush might be long
over, but Zo Jones feels like she’s hit the mother lode when she and
her friends browse an estate sale, where a rare old book about the
history of Spirit Canyon is causing quite a commotion. In addition to
local stories and secrets, the book may even contain the location of a
famous stash of gold—a treasure worth killing for.
Zo’s friend Maynard Cline wins the bid
on the book, to the chagrin of many interested parties, including the
historical society and college history department. But when Zo and
Hattie head to Maynard’s mansion to borrow the book for a library event,
the only thing they find is Maynard—at the bottom of the mountain. The
valuable book is gone. Zo knows this must be murder because there’s no
way a germophobe like Maynard would have voluntarily dived into a pile
of dirt. Now she’ll have to dig into a new case, and go prospecting for a
perpetrator . . .
About Mary Angela
Mary Angela is the
author of the Happy Camper cozy mystery series, the Professor Prather
academic mystery series, and several short stories. When Mary isn’t
penning heartwarming whodunits, she’s teaching, reading, traveling, or
spending time with her family. She lives in South Dakota with her
husband, daughters, and spoiled pets. You can find out more about her
loves, including her writing, at MaryAngelaBooks.com.
Even Better Than the Real Thing Melanie Summers Publication date: April 7th 2022 Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
A swoon-worthy, buttery, uber-fun romance about a fake marriage between two people who couldn’t be more wrong for each other…
You know what’s great about applying for an art history PhD program at one of the world’s most prestigious universities? I get to study what I love and land my dream job at the end of it. You know what’s not so great? Being told I’ll only get accepted to the program if I gain access to my aloof, uppity, super grumpy boss’s private art collection.
As it turns out, said boss—a one Lord Hayden Stuart—needs to get married to inherit his late father’s estate and earldom. And if there’s one thing Hayden Stuart is never going to want for real—it’s a wife.
So, we strike up a deal: I marry him and go live at his castle, where I’ll have unlimited access to his collection, he gets his earldom, and when the estate is settled, we part ways forever.
Win-win, right?
Wrong.
I may have fooled myself into believing I wasn’t risking my heart, but there’s one huge problem: I’m definitely falling for him. He’s not just another man. He’s THE man—an irresistibly good-looking, in-control, expensive-suit-wearing man who makes all the other men look like little boys. And the more time I spend with him pretending to be his wife, the more desperate I become to believe the lie.
But he’s never going to fall for some lowly PhD student. So what if at the wedding he looked at me as if I’m the only woman in the world, and kissed me like he’s shipping off to war in the morning? It doesn’t mean anything.
Or does it?
Because the more we’re together, the more I realize that, even though we’re from totally different worlds, we have a lot more in common than I ever could have imagined.
Now all I have to do is convince him he really does want a wife…
*** Even Better Than the Real Thing is a standalone romance with a little extra spice than a regular Melanie Summers book. ***
Finally, Hayden opens his mouth. “I’m not sad he’s dead, you know.”
“I know,” I tell him, squeezing his hand.
“I hated him. He was a complete bastard.”
“I know.”
He looks down at me with tears in his eyes. “Then can you please tell me why the hell I’m so sad right now?”
A lump forms in my throat. “I think you’re grieving the father you should have had.”
Nodding, he sniffs, clears his throat, and says, “How stupid is that? I’m a grown man, for God’s sake.”
“But you used to be a little kid and he needed a dad.”
His shoulders crumple and he lets out a couple of sobs. Letting go of his hand, I wrap my arm around him and pull him close, resting his head on my shoulder and dropping a kiss on his head. I have no idea how long we stay like this, but by the time he’s done, my shoulder aches from the weight of him, and I’m absolutely terrified that I’ve fallen completely in love with him.
Author Bio:
Melanie Summers also writes steamy romance as MJ Summers.
Melanie made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in both the UK and Canada, and the top 50 Paid in the USA. Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first three books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia. Since 2013, she has written and published three novellas, and eight novels (of which seven have been published). She has sold over a quarter of a million books around the globe.
In her previous life (i.e. before having children), Melanie got her Bachelor of Science from the University of Alberta, then went on to work in the soul-sucking customer service industry for a large cellular network provider that shall remain nameless (unless you write her personally – then she’ll dish). On her days off, she took courses and studied to become a Chartered Mediator. That designation landed her a job at the R.C.M.P. as the Alternative Dispute Resolution Coordinator for ‘K’ Division. Having had enough of mediating arguments between gun-toting police officers, she decided it was much safer to have children so she could continue her study of conflict in a weapon-free environment (and one which doesn’t require makeup and/or nylons).
Melanie resides in Edmonton with her husband, three young children, and their adorable but neurotic one-eyed dog. When she’s not writing novels, Melanie loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. She also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken ‘from above’. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something–more like just staying until they turn the lights off.
She is represented by Suzanne Brandreth of The Cooke Agency International.
Mirrors and Mysteries Christina Bauer (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, #9) Publication date: March 24th 2022 Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Rapunzel meets Jane Eyre in the epic conclusion of this fairy tale romance!
Grayson Eyre has left her old life behind. She’s no longer stuck serving Lady R, a sadistic Rapunzel from the Lowood clan of elves. Instead, Grayson now teaches at the Thornfield home for shifter orphans. Even better, her boss is none other than the sexy alpha, Dex. It’s all good until a mysterious witch, Jocasta, appears in a nearby tower, demanding that Dex and Grayson discover the true nature of all Rapunzels. If not, Lady R will return to claim Grayson… and Thornfield will be wiped out by the evil Prism Master. Can Dex and Grayson discover the truth in time? And what will it mean for their growing attraction?
Secrets are revealed and feelings explored in this epic conclusion to the story of Dex and Grayson!
Fairy Tales of the Magicorum Modern fairy tales with sass, action, and romance 1. Wolves and Roses 2. Moonlight and Midtown 3. Shifters and Glyphs 4. Slippers and Thieves 5. Bandits and Ball Gowns 6. Fire and Cinder 7. Fairies and Frosting 8. Towers and Tithes 9. Mirrors and Mysteries 10. Love and Ether
The best part about being a wolf shifter? Kicking ass.
Clink, clink…
I know that sound.Two mirror guards are on their way.
My home territory sits beside the Prism Master’s land. Talk
about unlucky. The Prism Master’s a sadistic freak who wants more room at
any cost. Wulfhelm is his prime target. The Prism Master’s guards regularly
patrol our joint boundary, looking for weaknesses.
Although I’m blinded by a spell, I can still picture the scene
perfectly. The mirror guards are both slender and pale with high cheekbones and
long blonde hair. They’ll wear thin leather armor that’s painted to look like
silver. Compared to the elves, I’m muscular and broad-shouldered with rough
features. My long black hair is tied back with a scrap of leather. I wear
human-style clothes, namely jeans and a dark Henley.
The two guards move closer. I’m ready for the worst, but I
hope for the best. Out of all the Prism Master’s forces, there’s one mirror
guard I trust: Captain Zoya. If I’m lucky, she’ll be on this patrol.
“Looketh over there!” calls the first guard. It’s a male
voice. Not Zoya.
“An intruder doth enter our midst!” announces the second guard.
This one’s a she-elf, but not the Captain.
Guess my luck isn’t changing yet. These two are
typical mirror guards, which is to say, pompous idiots.
“Who disturbs my fellow guard and I?” asks the male warrior.
I stile the urge to groan. “It’s my fellow guard and me,”
I clarify. “Not my fellow guard and I.”
If my correction affects the guards, they don’t show it. “Do mine
eyes regardereth the Wulfhelm Alpha?” asks the female slowly.
I can’t help it. “Regardereth
isn’t a word.”
There’s the clinking of armor followed by a whoosh. Something’s
being thrown at me. Even without eyesight, I know the toss is too wide
to make an impact. No need to dodge.
“Perhaps yon dog is blind,” says the male guard. “He didst not
twitch when I tossed a stone.”
“Only because thy throw sucketh,” I explain.
The clink of armor grows louder as the pair steps closer.
“Eureka!” That’s the female guard. “I doth detect some blinderyness in yon
mongrel’s irises.”
This time, there’s no stifling. I all-out groan. “Blinderyness is
not a word.”
“We’re elves,” calls the male guard. “When we say it, it becometh
part of the jargon.”
“I think you mean lexicon.” I shake my head. “Look, I was raised
by wolves and I know this stuff.”
“Silence!” calls the male guard. When he next speaks, it’s in a
tone that he thinks I cannot hear. “Shall we attacketh him?
What dost thou thinketh?”
I raise my hand. “I’d walk awayeth. Blind or not, I can defend
myself quite well.”
Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
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My Forever Tiffany Patterson (Townsends of Texas, #3) Publication date: January 7th 2022 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Savannah
I was only eighteen years old when I thought I had found my happily ever after.
After the tragic death of my mother, I married the love of my life, Ace Townsend.
Yes, we were young and idealistic, but we had it all figured out. He was going to be a fighter pilot in the Air Force. I would go to medical school to become a doctor for people who couldn’t afford healthcare. People like my mother.
But, like everything else in my life, that dream fell apart when I realized Ace was better off without me.
So I left.
Sixteen years later, I’m forced to return to Harlington, Texas. Not for my sake, but to save the one person in my life who matters to me the most.
Even if it means confronting my estranged husband and abiding by his stipulation to move in with him temporarily. If that’s what it takes for him to sign the divorce papers so that I can receive my inheritance and save an innocent life, I’ll do it.
I just have to keep my heart locked away for the next six months.
That’s proving to be easier said than done.
My Forever is an interracial romance (BWWM) and is book three in the Townsends of Texas series. This book contains mature, steamy love scenes. Happily Ever After is guaranteed.
It suddenly felt as if the entire
room stopped to turn and look in my direction.
Slowly, I let my gaze travel over the
rest of the room. That was when I realized this wasn’t any ordinary night out
at the bar. The streamers and signs congratulating Lena Clarkson on her album’s
success hung in the distance.
I blinked, and Lena Clarkson herself
stood before me. I knew her music well and was a big fan. Under any ordinary
circumstance, I would’ve been elated to meet her.
This wasn’t an ordinary situation.
I could feel Gabriel’s eyes on me,
but even his glare wasn’t what had my heart pounding and my blood pressure
rising.
I could feel his brother nearby. Ace
was somewhere in the room. The way the hairs on my arms and neck stood up and
the zap of electricity in my stomach were my indications.
It astounded me that, even after all
of these years, I could still feel him whenever we were in the same room.
I wouldn’t allow myself to look
around to search for him. No matter how much I wanted to see his face.
I kept my gaze on Lena.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this
was a party.” I paused, forcing myself to remember why I was standing there in
the first place.
Aiden. My subconscious whispered to me, reminding me. I blinked. “I-I just
need some help.” I didn’t know why I phrased it that way. I meant to ask for a
phone.
But before I could correct myself,
Lena moved closer, her face taking on a concerned expression. “Hi, it’s not a
problem. Are you from around here?” she asked. “What’s your name?”
I opened my mouth to answer but got
interrupted.
“Savannah.” Ace’s voice pierced
through the crowd and music. He pushed past his younger brother and Lena,
barreling down on me. “She’s my wife.”
My
breathing halted altogether. The edge in his tone was so cold it could’ve iced
over a Texas summer.
Author Bio:
I have always been fascinated by storytelling, books, and reading. After years of diving in between the pages of one romance book after another, I decided to try my hand at writing. I haven’t looked back since. I enjoy bringing my readers stories of hope, perseverance, and most importantly, love. When I’m not writing you can find me enjoying time with friends, hiking, or daydreaming about my next novel.
I love book covers and I love the cover for Shelter From Our Secrets, Silence & Shame. I am delighted to have Rebecca Brown visiting fundinmental to share her own thoughts on the cover.
Topic: Discuss your cover — how it
came to be, what it represents, what you love or don’t love about it,
etc. Anything you’d like to share about it.
I’m excited to be part of this Fundinmental blog tour, and I love
that I can take this opportunity to talk about my book’s cover. I know
that we shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, but I wanted my book’s cover to
catch people’s attention and hopefully draw them to it and start reading.
I took the photograph myself in May 2021 when I was out in my
kayak on Lake Huron, where I am lucky to live and work as a mental health
clinician. I need to find ways to burn off and let go of the difficult
stories that I collect in my day. One of my favourite ways to release the
stress is to paddle into the sunset and feel the tension release from my
body. I begin my book with this prologue:
I am floating.
On the water
calm
clear
soft
quiet.
Dusk,
the sun is setting.
The sky will hold light
for another half an hour
or so.
The beauty is often just after the sun sinks into the water, then the colours are
spectacular.
Or just softer.
It’s been a long day;
hard
heavy
yet healing.
I have no words left in me.
I cannot talk
or listen anymore.
I need quiet
peace
calm
presence.
I have found the shelter that I seek today
on the open water.
My kayak is my shelter this day.
I will paddle until I physically feel the release in my
body.
I will watch the sun set until I find the peace in my soul.
I hope to sleep tonight.
Rebuild my resilience.
I will wake and do it all again.
I may need to seek shelter differently tomorrow
Or not.
Knowing that I must still seek shelter sometimes,
makes it safe for me to continue in this work that I love.
Later in the book, I share a chapter which digs further into why
this particular photograph means so much to me.
Chapter Fourteen: Spring 2021
I couldn’t wait to get my little yellow kayak
in the water. It had been three years since I moved to the shores of the Great
Lake Huron. We live in a home that has a story of its own (more on this to
come), and it was built to look out at the beautiful water, which is a gift we
cherish every day. The sunsets have been called among the most beautiful in the
world, and the water itself changes from day to day: from calm, like glass, to
rough and choppy. We’ve referred to it as both Lake Atlantic and the Pond
Lake, all within twenty-four hours. The soft sand and miles of beach are what
draw people from afar, but what makes it the most magnificent sight always is
its colour. The water looks almost tropical. It can resemble a Caribbean
turquoise blue, so soft that it takes your breath away. Looking at the colour
of this beautiful water is a moment of awe that I treasure every day.
We’ve had a warm, mild spring, and this year
feeling confined to the house, working from home, unable to see people in
person, I have been trying to spend even more time outdoors in nature and, as
often as possible, down at the water.
On May 17, our temperature rose to twenty
degrees Celsius (68 F), and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. After dinner, I pulled
my little yellow kayak out from under the deck where it had been stored all
winter. I hosed it off to get rid of any spiders and dirt that had been hiding
there all winter, and within half an hour had it in the water.
Due to the State of Emergency and lockdown in
our area, there was virtually no one in the cottages that dot the shoreline of
our secluded little bay. I was able to paddle in silence for an hour. The sun
was high in the blue sky when I started, and once I went as far as I needed to,
I let my paddles rest, pulled out my phone, and took a couple of photos to
celebrate the moment. I floated and rested and let the warmth of the sun sink
deep into my skin, and I meditated silently for a few minutes, noticing the
slightest movement of the calm water swaying my boat.
It was both a moment of
happiness and awe that I was so grateful for.
Then I turned my little yellow Pelican kayak
in the direction I had come and started to paddle slowly and rhythmically back
home. My cup of happiness was full.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of
my dog beside my bed telling me the sun was up. I went downstairs with her, my
other dog, and two cats, and while I let all the animals out into the back
yard, I poured myself a cup of coffee and cued up a guided mindfulness
meditation. I let the small herd back inside and then made my way to my comfy
chair in my office to practice ten minutes of mindfulness. The meditation I
listened to this day was on Headspace.com, one of my favourite mindfulness
apps. I easily slipped away with the narrator’s voice as she guided me through
a visualization about balance, using the visual of a blue sky as a focal point.
This image of a blue sky is often one used in
guided mindfulness meditations, and it’s a lovely image to think about. We can
visualize the blue sky as something we always have access to; it’s the clear,
calm, uncluttered mind, but it can be buried beneath our busy, racing thoughts,
or the clouds. If we visualize clearing away the thoughts/clouds by
intentionally focussing on our breath for a few minutes, the clouds gently float
away to reveal the beautiful, calm, blue sky that is always somewhere in the
background of our minds. The meditation suggested visualizing a photograph of a
beautiful blue sky to help enhance this visualization, so I instantly
visualized the beautiful blue sky I had experienced just the evening before
when I was out in my kayak.
I opened my phone and turned to the photo I
had taken just twelve hours earlier, out on the water on my kayak, with the
beautiful blue sky in the background.
I knew instantly that I this photograph held so much meaning, which is why I chose it for my book cover.
As
a mental health clinician, Rebecca Brown has been a safe place for many to seek
shelter from their secrets, silence and shame. Inspired to finally slow down,
stop running from herself and share her own story, she found ways to seek and
savour her own shelter.
Rebecca’s personal
journey takes us through sadness, tragedy, self-sabotage, the impossible
pursuit of perfection, distorted thinking and eating, engaging with her shadow
self, divorce, and numbing with alcohol, all in an attempt to avoid the story
needing to be shared.
Dispelling the limiting
beliefs we hold about ourselves can unlock our limitless potential to reach
goals we never dared to dream. From the Boston Marathon to working with horses,
Rebecca sets out to prove to herself that anything is possible when you don’t
listen to the negative stories you tell yourself.
Everyone has a story.
We become who we are because of what has happened to us, and because of the
stories we tell ourselves. But do our stories continue to serve us well, or
keep us stuck? Are our stories fact or fiction? Is it time to rewrite the
versions we have been telling ourselves?
Shelter provides
strategies to help reframe the thinking patterns we have developed, and offers
tools to recognize when we are suffering from our own thoughts, feelings and
actions. Resilience-building techniques are woven through the pages, and
encouragement for the lifelong journey of collecting moments of awe and
happiness.
Seeking and reading
Shelter is a gift of self-compassion and self-discovery. Rebecca’s hope is that
it will be read with a highlighter in hand, pages folded down, re-read,
recommended to a friend, and used as a guide to start sharing our own stories
with those we love.
We may not have written
our beginnings, but we have the ability to write every word from this point
forward and just imagine where our stories can take us when we are free of
secrets, silence and shame.
EXCERPT
I give my talk.
The room erupts in applause.
A dozen people line up to thank me or say a few words at the
end of my session.
One man in particular stands out.
He is well over six feet tall and wearing a full Texas
sheriff uniform.
He has greying hair and is likely close to the end of his
career.
He pumps my hand as he shakes it, almost leaving it numb.
He thanks me for my talk. “Great stuff,” he says.
And then he hands me his business card.
But it’s not quite a business card.
It’s a photo card, like a baseball card, or a kid’s hockey
card, with the player’s name, position, and smiling face as they stand posed to
take a shot in their team uniform.
Only this is of a man on a black horse.
More precisely, it’s this man, a Texas sheriff on his
beautiful black police horse.
“I thought you’d like to have this,” he says. “My horse is
Canadian, like you.” And then he says something that has stayed with me,
because he couldn’t be more right: “Everyone in this business should have a
good horse!”
He meant the business of trauma.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
I still have his “business card.”
Two years later, I went back to Texas to teach a three-day
workshop on resilience to youth detention workers. I tried to look up my Texas
sheriff, but he had retired. I hope he’s finding more time to enjoy his good
horse. I’ve shared the story of our brief encounter and his photo card with
many police officers over the years. And every one of them agrees: horses can
heal humans. I’ve found shelter with horses. Sometimes in the saddle, but
mostly not. My story will get there. Eventually.
I finished my keynote address and spent the rest of the day
at the conference on Youth in the Justice System. People stopped me in the
halls of the hotel, telling me how much they enjoyed my talk. Later that
evening, I went for a run.
And then I drank a bottle of wine and went to bed.
AUTHOR Bio and Links
REBECCA BROWN is a clinical social worker with over 35 years in practice ranging from medical social work, childhood trauma, vicarious trauma for first responders, international psychological first aid, and Equine Assisted Therapy. She is honoured to hold a faculty appointment with the Department of Family Medicine at Western University in London, Ontario. She teaches extensively on the topics of trauma and resilience and has delivered keynote presentations throughout North America. She shares her life and career with her husband, a family physician and trailblazer in the field of Lifestyle Medicine. Together they live and work on the shores of the Great Lake Huron, where they seek and share shelter with their six adult children, four grandchildren, extended family and friends, two dogs, two cats and one horse.
Savage City L. Penelope (The Bliss Wars, #1) Publication date: March 31st 2022 Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
For Talia, death is only the beginning of survival…
When a tragic accident cuts my lonely life short, instead of heaven or hell, I’m stolen away to a terrifying city of warring shifter clans—the Nimali and the Fai. The Nimali mistake me for their missing princess. Her father, the dragon king, is identical to my own. But in this world, he dotes on me with the love and affection I always craved. And in a land with no tolerance for outsiders, feigning amnesia and impersonating shifter royalty may be the only way to survive.
For Ryin, falling in love is the worst kind of betrayal…
As a Fai warrior in captivity, I’m forced to serve my enemy even as I plot their destruction. The lost princess returned much changed, now the heat between us crackles irresistibly. While helping her heal using my magical talents, I begin to question what I thought I knew about the Nimali. She remains as forbidden as ever, but she also might be the key to freedom for me and my people.
Caught between two enemy factions balancing on the knife-blade of annihilation, our lies are the only thing keeping us alive, but they just might be our undoing.
On top of the wall, silence reigns as the soldiers wait for word. We all stare toward the ground, anticipation a dark cloud suspended over us as sharp eyes scan the gloom for either a member of the scouting team that went out an hour ago or a Revoker, red eyes flashing and fangs covered in gristle and blood.
The first person who runs into view is tall and familiar and very much Nimali. His armor is blood spattered, but he appears uninjured. Others sigh audibly in relief, but my jaw tightens. Prince Shad. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d been grievously injured. My daimon silently chastises me for the unkindness, but I can’t help it. There are only two Nimali men who could have killed Dove, and he’s one of them. Until I’m certain it wasn’t him, I have to act like it was.
A bear and a lion are close behind him—part of the prince’s honor guard. The bear’s gait is hampered by a pronounced limp, though she still eats up the ground with long strides. Then my focus returns to the prince. He’s carrying something—someone—over his shoulder like a sack of beans. His bounding steps cross the distance easily, and then he’s at the rope ladder a soldier threw down. He climbs it with one arm while holding what I can see now is an injured woman.
Blood pours down her back from gashes that I’m sure were made by a Revoker’s claws. Her clothing is odd. A short, loose dress, oddly patterned and flimsy—I’ve never seen anything like it before, not on a Nimali or a Fai. Why anyone would go into No Man’s Land without battle armor is a mystery, but the woman is also barefoot. Begrudging respect bubbles up from my chest for the way the prince is able to negotiate the climb with that much dead weight, carried awkwardly. He could have shifted into his other form and flown up, but his own claws might have further injured her. And he is definitely treating her like something special.
The reason becomes clear when he finally gets to the top and one of the soldiers reaches out to help him with his burden. Prince Shad shakes his head and gently lays the woman down on her side, revealing her face.
I’m too far away to see at first, but when the soldiers in front of me gasp and immediately kneel, I get a glimpse. Princess Celena lies there, bloodied and battered. Her rich, chestnut skin is ashen, taking on an almost gray pallor. I’m frozen in place for a moment viewing her small form, her strange, tattered clothing, the odd way she’s braided her hair.
Then I’m shoved hard from behind, stumbling forward through the kneeling men and women.
“Where is the healer?” Prince Shad roars, but I’m already there, crouching down beside the princess. My daimon joins me seconds later, eager to fill me with its essence and lend me its healing power.
Celena’s back is ravaged, the wounds already bubbling with the poison from the Revoker’s talons. They look fresh, so it’s not too late to heal them if I’m quick about it. I hold out my hands and close my eyes, letting my daimon fully take over. Its energy flows through me, using my physical body as a conduit for its power.
Through my daimon, I sense the damage, the torn flesh and the toxins that have already entered her bloodstream. The healing energy pulls the poison out, a sticky black substance that leaks onto the stone of the wall. The flesh, layers of muscle and skin, is knit back together until there isn’t so much as a scar left. I silently thank my daimon and it retreats. Then I open my eyes.
Prince Shad is staring down at his sister. When the blue light of my power retreats, his dark eyes flick up to mine.
“I removed the poison,” I tell him.
“All of it?” I nod. His lips flatten into a grim line. “We’re taking her back to the Citadel. Come with me; the king will want to be sure.”
Author Bio:
L. Penelope has been writing since she could hold a pen and loves getting lost in the worlds in her head. She is an award-winning author of fantasy and paranormal romance. Equally left and right-brained, she studied filmmaking and computer science in college and sometimes dreams in HTML. After living on both coasts, she settled in Maryland with her husband and their furry dependents. Sign up for new release information and giveaways on her website: http://www.lpenelope.com.