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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

NutriChef PKIS11 Electric Ice Shaver/Snow Cone Machine/Shaved Ice Maker Offered by DEAL CHASER






It's December and I have a brand new Ice Shaver. That's ok because I live in Florida and it is still in the mid 80's outside. I also have little ones running around who do not care if it is cold or not, they are getting snow cones. I also have an adult Daughter that was thrilled to see this come out of the shipping box.
This ice shaver is very good at getting the job done. It comes with instructions for putting it together, but it is self explanatory. You just look at it and can see where the pieces and parts go.. Really there are only 6 pieces to it. It is also very easy to run. Plug it in, put the ice in, lock the lid and let it go. The lid lock is your off and on switch, Little fingers cannot get caught since it will not run until the lid is locked. It is loud, but you are shaving ice what do you expect.
It even comes with a small bowl for catching the shaved ice. My bowl was broken, which is why I gave 4 stars, but it wasn't worth sending it back over since I probably wouldn't use that bowl anyway. other then the bowl this thing is amazing.

I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Gravedigger Michael-Israel Jarvis


Gravedigger
Michael-Israel Jarvis

Genre: Fantasy

Publisher: Booktrope

Date of Publication: 31st October 2015

ISBN: 1513703102
ASIN: B0175IDQDW

Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 115,747

Cover Artist: Amalia Chitulescu

Book Description:




Dead or alive. Good or evil. Hero or fugitive.

Valo needs a specific solution to a grave problem. The human Claimfold and prigon Torzsi draw apart. War is promised in the West. Worst of all, the magi of Nagyevo are meddling with the dead.

Perin is an apprentice Gravedigger: uneducated, unwanted, unsure. He may be the answer Valo needs, if he doesn't get killed before he works out what's going on. But of course there's the chance that fate hasn't called him after all. The gods are nameless and silent and the best laid plans have a way of going badly wrong.

Enter the spade and sorcery world of Valo.

Gravedigger subverts the expectations of that oldest of foes in fantasy, the dead that walk, in a fast-paced adventure through a world of culture, intrigue, magic and blood.

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Excerpt:
They didn’t have to wait long. Fully visible under the abundantly full moon, the bulky figure of Kesairl emerged from the trees. He strode toward them, jumping down the sandy bank into the graveyard. A figure followed him slowly, moving with awkward heistancy. He was swathed in a great deal of loose cloth.
Kesairl halted beside the grave that Graves had dug unaided earlier that day, much to the concern of Perin, who had not been there to meticulously edge the hole with his sharp new edging spade.
“Greetings by moonlight, Master Graves, young Master Perin. I hope you are both well.” Kesairl’s voice rolled out above the subtle noises of the night.
“Oh, aye, and yourselves, too, we ‘ope,” said Graves, peering at the cloaked stranger beside the prigon, “I imagine you two’ve got the recently departed in the woods. Well, if it wants burying, we may as well get started, as you don’t want peepers.”
Kesairl hesitated for a moment, brow furrowed. “Well, I’m afraid the one that wants burying, as you accurately put it, is not so recently departed.”
“Ah. Fine. S’to be expected I suppose, if you’ve travelled far. S’all right, Master Kesairl. Me and the boy aren’t unaccustomed to a bit of decay.”
“You misunderstand me, good man Graves. The one I speak of has been dead for a very long time, indeed. He was born that way—if birth is the right way to put it. Allow me to introduce—nay—to present my companion.”
The prigon smiled, white teeth gleaming in the dark to match the moon. His arm gestured to the shrouded figure beside him. With a strange, jerking motion, the figure unwrapped the main cloak from his body, revealing himself to be exceedingly thin. He was, in fact, skeletal. Skin clung to his frame, close as a glove, undamaged but as pale as the prigon’s teeth.
As pale as the full moon.
His wan, skull-like face stared mournfully at them. His head was devoid of hair of any sort, though it was crowned with a circlet of silver. His eyes were pale, but not empty or decayed, and Graves and Perin both knew the eyes were the first thing to go. Soulful meaning radiated behind the orbs, proof somehow of the creature’s being. Aside from that, and the wonderful preservation of the body, he was quite dead.
“I am aware that I am quite troublesome to look upon.” The creature spoke in a voice that made Perin think of the way fallen leaves whispered across the ground underfoot. He watched the dry mouth speak, in shocked fascination. It moved very little, yet produced the words distinctly. “I am not…conventionally alive; but please, I am not to be feared.”
Graves seemed to think otherwise. “Undead!” He growled, hands gripping the handle of his spade, knuckles almost as white as the dead man’s.
Perin stared.
The undead man nodded uncertainly and then bowed. Graves considered for a moment, fear and amazement clashing.
Kesairl watched, not speaking a word.
“All right. So. What’s you wanting on your stone, then?” Graves muttered at last, shifting his stance.
Kesairl smiled, seeming to appreciate the human’s return to composure.
The undead man spoke. “A marker stone? How thoughtful! I am Medrivar, if you need a name to engrave.”
“King Medrivar,” Kesairl corrected his companion in a soft tone.
“Just because that is who I am, it does not mean I need always to announce it,” the undead man returned with a sharp reprimand.
Graves coughed. “What do you want under the name, Your Majesty?”
“I would very much enjoy the phrase, ‘At rest’, as it will be no falsehood.”
“Sort of, ‘Back in a little while’, then?”
Both the undead king and the prigon chuckled at Graves’s joke. The old gravedigger smiled. Here was a person who had qualities Perin knew Graves admired, in particular the complete lack of a heartbeat. In some ways, this was familiar ground. Graves often talked to the dead. They’d never spoken back.
“I will need the plot for a year. It is, of course, important that I am interred and raised at full moon. Kesairl will serve me very well in performing the rites, I am sure.”
“They are not difficult,” the prigon said. He winked at Perin, who found he could no longer keep his silence.
“This is…amazing! Where did you come from?”
The undead king gave a crooked smile. “I am from the North. But I get the sense that your question meant more than that. You have an inquiring mind. Very good. You would know the secrets of the undead, young man of breath and blood?”
“I would.” Perin said, still trying to grasp the reality of the situation.
The emaciated king folded into a sitting position and closed his blank eyes for a moment. His eyelids were thin and papery.
Perin leaned on his edging spade, feeling it sink into the frost-hardened earth.

Medrivar smiled again. “I will be brief, but this is an important story, so listen closely.”

About the Author:


Michael-Israel Jarvis was born in Cambridge, brought up in Bishop's Stortford and moved to Great Yarmouth in his teens. He got his degree in Creative Writing at the University of Northampton and returned to Great Yarmouth with his wife, Katie.

Michael-Israel writes principally for Young Adults, which is what he intends to be until he's very, very old. Further explorations of the genres he prefers to write in throw up fantasy, adventure, coming of age stories and more. If possible, he prefers to write in a way that bends the distinction between different genres. Why shouldn't the superhero trope take place within a fantasy novel? And however serious a book is, shouldn't humour weave its way in?

Michael-Israel chose to go the route of Independent Publishing after observing the increase in sales of eBooks and a move towards indie expression in general culture. In early 2015, after self-publishing three books through Amazon, Michael-Israel was accepted by Booktrope Publishing, an international publishing company with a unique model.

Booktrope offered the expertise and structure he needed (much like a traditional publisher) but also offered a system with far more creative control and better royalties, as well as a system of cooperation at the heart of the professional team. This was the perfect middle ground that Michael-Israel had been dreaming of, and he was delighted to sign with them to republish his previously independent work.

"Gravedigger" republished on 31st October 2015, with both "Osric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer" and "Land Rising" to be republished within the following months.

Sequels to all will follow.

www.michaelisraeljarvis.com

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Book Blast for Mated with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol

Mated with the Cyborg
by Cara Bristol
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GENRE:  Sci-fi Romance

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BLURB:

Kai Andros’s orders were simple. Get in. Gather the intel on the terrorist organization. Get out.

Then he met her. Mariska. Beautiful. Innocent. Ignorant of her father’s atrocities. And marked for death.

His orders said nothing about saving her. But he did. He went off-mission.

Can a rogue cyborg outrun both Cyber Operations and the terrorists to save the woman he loves?

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Excerpt:

Mariska’s dress dragged along the metal floor as she headed for the general’s receiving room. People glanced at R981, but the android could have been alone for all the notice they paid her. Her veil seemed to render her invisible.

If only she could truly disappear. Years had passed since the last summons. Why had her father called her? Nervousness slickened her palms, and she had to concentrate to avoid wiping them and leaving a telltale stain on her clothing. The only thing worse than being afraid was showing it. At least her voluminous skirt hid her wobbling knees. Outside her father’s fortified headquarters, she halted and took a deep breath. I can do this. I can do this.

“You are nervous,” stated R981 in his stilted, but gravelly voice. No other android had vocals like his. His rumbling tone vibrated through her in a most disturbing way.

“No, I’m not,” she quickly refuted. Fear was a flaw. Flaws were punished. Although R981 was assigned to her, he had been programmed to report misbehavior and anomalies to her father.

The solid black orbs of his robotic eyes blinked once. “I detect pupil constriction, increased perspiration and respiration, which indicate fear.”

“I believe you are mistaken and require a full diagnostic. How long has it been since your last maintenance overhaul?”

“I am a new model entered into service five weeks ago. I do not require maintenance for another fifty-five point four days.”

She needed to shore up her courage, but R981 pulled open the door, making it clear he served her father. Just like the other droids.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 23 erotic romance titles. She writes science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal erotic romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Cara Bristol web site/blog -http://carabristol.com/

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Monday, December 7, 2015

Homar BBQ Grill Mats - Set of 2




Great mat. works well on the grill or in the oven. I am the person who should own stock in the aluminum foil companies I use so much of it. Nothing worse to me then trying to scrape off a ton of backed on gunk from my baking pans, and I also hate to scrape the grill. With these mats I can lay it on the grill and no more scraping. I also place them in the bottom of my cookie sheets. They are non stick folks!! Great for baking cookies on oven roasting meats. They are really easy to clean up after use, toss them in a sink of hot soapy water, they wash right off. I let them dry flat then store them rolled in a tube. After being rolled they will need a few minutes to rest, but if you toss them in a warm oven they flatten out very quickly. These are great and with 2 in a pack, one for the oven, one for the grill.

 I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

4 Piece Beach Dress set Fits 18" American Girl Doll Clothes





Such a cute little outfit. It fit's the American Girl Doll perfectly, as well as other dolls in the 18 inch size. My Grand Daughter loves dressing her Dolls, and she loves this outfit. Her favorite part is the sunglasses. The dress is very easy for little ones to put on, Granted I ended up tying the strap several times until I just knotted it :) This comes with the dress, a back pack, the sunglasses, and a matching headband. The backpack is larger enough to put the other 3 items in for storage. This came packaged simply in a plastic bag.

I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

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blog tour for Pretty Little Creatures by Vince Milam.


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This is my stop during the blog tour for Pretty Little Creatures by Vince Milam. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 1 till 14 December, you can view the complete tour schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
So far this series contains 2 books: The Unknown Element (The Challenged World #1) and Pretty Little Creatures (The Challenged World #2).

Pretty Little CreaturesPretty Little Creatures (The Challenged World #2)
By Vince Milam
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Age category: Adult
Release Date: September 10, 2015


Blurb:
Ebola, jihadists, blood diamonds, drug cartels, and a dark force driving events. In pursuit, an eclectic team of three very dissimilar individuals.

A reserved small town sheriff on a reluctant quest for justice.  A beautiful and eccentric technology genius striving to piece together international clues to terrorism.  An epicurean French priest committed to combat.  Can they work together to challenge a nightmarish conspiracy without driving each other crazy?

The resurrection of the blood diamond trade in the fetid jungles of Ebola-infected West Africa draws the trio together. They are joined by a stunning CIA professional killer with a clear and final solution to any problem.  Together they struggle against the leaders of the illicit diamond trade and the foul entity providing the child slave labor.

Have they won? The doggedness of the technology genius and the assuredness of the French priest uncover deeper plans—a game of misdirection and intrigue masterminded by a powerful source nested in the evil enclaves of ISIS.

The stakes rapidly rise as the trail leads them into the wild heartland of a Mexican drug cartel—a launching point to unleash a hellish scenario into the U.S. The final conflict looms as forces for good and evil muster for battle. Can three regular people prevent this terrorist attack? They need to, because failure will forevermore alter the life of every American.

EXCERPT:
She kissed him and then moved toward her bedroom humming an old Beatles song. He sucked in a deep breath of Gulf Coast air and the poignancy struck him hard. Adios, Rockport. The sounds of young people playing drifted on the breeze and the slide of a mini-van door heralded more kids. Grills would soon fire up and folks would cast a fishing line into the Laguna Madre in hopes of catching a flounder or redfish. Children would scurry around, chased by playful dogs—both stopping at random intervals to pull a sticker burr out of their feet, one with teeth and the other with careful fingers.
In his bedroom he pulled a duffel bag down from a high shelf and started packing. He tossed the Glock .40, his sidearm as sheriff, in with clothing and boots and his Benelli twelve-gauge shotgun.
Nadine stuck her head in his room. “You know, in silhouette, the Comanche blood you claim is, I guess, pretty obvious. That private plane ride is sweet, isn’t it? Don’t worry. Really, Cole. JoBeth will help.”
He took another deep breath, not wanting to wet-blanket her obvious excitement. He leaned over to fiddle with some duffel items. But the other-worldly reality—the reality they both had tucked away to consider as seldom as possible—sprawled across this whole thing.
“She won’t be able to help with one of those, Nadine. One of those creatures. And your friends at the CIA, NSA, FBI, and any other alphabet soup acronym you work with won’t help either.” His obsidian eyes captured hers. “You do know that, don’t you?”
She broke eye contact, pursed her lips, and stared at the floor. “Well, okay. There is that.” A moment later she lifted her head and again locked eyes with him. “But we have Francois. We have our faith. That’s a reality, and a strong one.”
“We ain’t priests. Or preachers, or pastors.”
A dog barked and a man called to a friend across the street as the comforting sounds of neighborhood life drifted through the open window. One of the drawn shades lifted on the breeze. Cole Garza shook his head slowly.

“No, Nadine. No. The reality is—and you know it as well as I do—we’re fixin’ to head back into hell.”

You can find Pretty Little Creatures on Goodreads

You can buy Pretty Little Creatures here:
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First book in the series:
The Unknown ElementThe Unknown Element (The Challenged World #1)
By Vince Milam
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Age category: Adult
Release Date: March 3, 2015


Blurb:
Three very different individuals. A dark force rising. The chase begins. A reserved small town sheriff in pursuit of justice.  A beautiful and eccentric technology genius striving to understand. A bon vivant French priest committed to finding answers.

A horrific event in a sleepy Gulf Coast town pulls them together and the trio find themselves on a quest for the truth about good and evil, travelling first to Wales and the scene of another shocking nightmare, then on to the ISIS killing fields of Syria where the stakes rise even higher.

Can these three dissimilar people find answers without driving each other crazy? Can they survive while Middle East factional war rages around them? They need to, because the potential fate of millions hangs on it.

EXCERPT:
Cole remained planted in the center of the room. The priest sat on the sill across from him and smoked, while heat wafted in from the open window. Deputies and staff moved along the hallway, attending to their duties. “Sir, I have my doubts as to your understanding of evil given your life experiences. No offense. You’re a priest. I’m a lawman. I’ve performed this business of mine for some time, seen a lot, and still wrestle with what drives the terrible things I’ve seen, and how it all fits the human experience.” He paused and Francois waited. “I don’t mean to insult you, but the life of a priest is a heckuva lot different than that of a lawman.”
“A valid point,” replied Francois. “Allow me to provide some history. Some context. For many instances, I would agree. Perhaps you will see I possess some rather unique experiences.”
Francois gave a high-level overview of his work. He talked of possessions and exorcisms, his research into the nature and manifestations of evil, and his conviction that the human experience included evil external forces.
“It is not my intention to be intrusive, Sheriff. No. It is my intention to pursue a personal endeavor. Your knowledge of the current situation may be of great help. With such matters, I fear great danger for those unprepared. Therefore, I do not seek physical assistance. No. I seek your perspective. Private insights.” Francois extended his hands, palms up, as if to receive something.
Cole’s chin dropped to his chest and his defenses began to fade under the weight of uncertainty and isolation. Other than the phone call to Nadine to gather intelligence on Moloch, he had dealt with all of it alone. No definitive third-party ties or motives looped back to the nursing home horror. Burt Hall had killed his own mother, for God’s sake. But something didn’t fit. On a visceral level, something felt wrong. After three days, it had worn on him. Justice had not been fulfilled. He suspected answers might not be available through any normal or rational means. The thought of that dismissive SOB Moloch—flicking his damn hand—in the middle of that mess made for sleepless nights. Now this priest had arrived out of nowhere and clearly had no intention of leaving him alone. But the guy had different perspectives, for sure. There was a strange comfort in that.
He closed the office door. Francois stayed perched on the windowsill. Cole sat on the edge of the desk and let one leg dangle. The giggles of two young girls carried from the sidewalk through the open window, mixed with cigarette smoke and the musk of old-fashioned roses.
“I need to bounce some things off somebody, and do it without getting straitjacketed. Maybe …” Cole hesitated. “Maybe you can, or maybe you are able to—and I’m pretty hesitant to mention it—shed some light on some things. Things that I’d sure like answers to.”
Francois remained motionless, so Cole continued.
“I don’t know you. And I’m fixin’ to trust you with something. Something I haven’t talked with anyone about.” He was crossing the Rubicon, hell-bent on answers. “Sorta confessional, isn’t it?”
“You can trust me, Sheriff. I give you my word as a man of God.” Francois took another drag, crushed the cigarette against the outside brick wall, and showed Cole the butt as he tossed it in a nearby wastebasket. “And you can trust me as a man who can relate to your experiences.”
Gulls called from the outside salt air, and the sounds of coins as they slid into the soda vending machine drifted through the closed door from the hallway.
“There was someone.”
Francois slid off the windowsill and eased toward Cole, as if any sudden movements might spook the sheriff.
“You saw. Your eyes observed?” asked Francois.
At that moment, a clerk gave a cursory knock and stuck his head in the door to announce, “Sheriff, there’s a call on line two you’ll want to take.”
Francois raised both hands, blew out a puff of disgust, and gave the young clerk a glare that caused the door to slam shut. Cole snapped out of his reverie and moved back behind the desk, grabbed the phone, and punched line two on the antiquated system. “Yes, sir. No problem. No, sir. Three hours. Will do.” He set the phone down and turned to grab his hat. “I’m afraid I have to go, Father. Right now.”
“Again, call me Francois. And to where, might I ask? It is most important, our discussion.”
“Austin. It’s three hours. I won’t be back until late today.” A decision made and potential lunacy averted, Cole added, “I believe our discussion has ended. It’s all craphouse crazy. There’s nothing I can do for you, Francois.”
“Bon. I shall see you tonight then.” The priest moved with his determined style to the door, apparently unable to grasp the meaning of “ended.” Before he exited, Francois spun and pointed a finger at Cole. His round, florid face had taken on a hard intensity.
“You saw. Your heart. You felt. You saw.”
A loud, puffed-cheek exhale, rife with resignation and relief, accompanied Cole’s reply. “Yeah. I saw

You can find The Unknown Element on Goodreads

You can buy The Unknown Element here:
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Vince MilamAbout the Author:
VINCE MILAM has lived all over the world, traipsing through the Amazon, Congo, and Papua New Guinea—all the while demonstrating bourbon has medicinal qualities. Raised in Texas, he lives in the mountainous West where he proves—annually—that God doesn’t want us driving on snow. He relishes great reads, fine trout streams, family, old friends, and—especially—writing fast-paced thrillers with a dose of humor and a spiritual twist.


The first two books in the Challenged World series rank high on the Amazon lists in both Thrillers/Terrorism and Christian/Mystery.  You can visit him at www.vincemilam.com to learn about new releases and writer’s angst. He can also be visited at https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100006177615953  or on Twitter @vince_milam

You can find and contact Vince here:
- Website
- Facebook
- Twitter
- Goodreads  
- Amazon

There is a tour wide giveaway for the blog tour of Pretty Little Creatures. These are the prizes you can win:
- 5 ebook sets which include the following ebooks: The Unknown Element and Pretty Little Creatures by Vince Milam

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Saturday, December 5, 2015

Precious Toys Pink and White Polka Dots Doll Stroller









Pretty much every little girl I have ever known, including myself, always love playing Mommy to her babies. Even some boys really love to play Daddy. I always wanted a doll stroller when I was a little girl playing with my dolls. I always made sure my girls had a stroller when they were little and now I am making it my mission to make sure my Grand Daughters have one too.  This is going to be a great Christmas gift for my Grand Daughter, she is 3 and loves to play with her babies. They all have names already.
  I pulled this one out of the package to make sure it was put together well and safe. I am satisfied that this is made with  child in mind. Every piece seems to be put together sturdily and it is made durable. If a child was to set in it I am not sure how long it would hold up, but with just Doll Babies it should be fine for a very long time. It is so pretty with all the pink and the white polka dots on the seat. I am very impressed and am happy to be giving this to my Grand Daughter for Christmas.

 I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.