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Thursday, June 22, 2017

BOOK SPOTLIGHT TOUR: Speaking with Strategic Impact by Kate LeVan with interview and giveaway

This book is a must-read if you’re a consultant, analyst, pitch team leader, roadshow executive, technology specialist, project manager, internal or external marketer, sales rep, subject matter expert or innovator.




Book Details:



Book Title: Speaking with Strategic Impact: Four Steps to Extraordinary Presence & Persuasion

​Author: Kate LeVan

Category: Adult Non-Fiction, 152 pages

Genre: Business

Publisher: Delton Press

Release date: May 24, 2017

Tour dates: June 12 to 30, 2017

Content Rating: G



Book Description:



Speaking with Strategic Impact is for business people who make their living—or their mark—through presentations long and short.



It’s a must-read if you’re a consultant, analyst, pitch team leader, roadshow executive, technology specialist, project manager, internal or external marketer, sales rep, subject matter expert or innovator.



Do your presentations unexpectedly fall flat? Do others hijack your meetings? Do you spend more time compiling slide decks than actually influencing decision-makers? Has someone vaguely told you that you “should look more confident up there” or that you “lack gravitas”? Have you watched TED Talks but wonder how you can bring that level of effectiveness into real business presentations?



Speaking with Strategic Impact gives you the key to leadership presence and persuasion. More than just tips and tricks, it outlines a discipline for navigating real business situations with consistently superior outcomes that’s favored by top business schools and Fortune 500 companies. You’ll get specific strategic and tactical advice to keep you on the mark in your presentations and meetings—and differentiate you from the vast majority of business presenters.



Read Speaking with Strategic Impact to master the means by which you make a living and a difference in the world!





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Meet the Author:


Kate LeVan trains, coaches and collaborates on business communication effectiveness with major corporations worldwide and as an instructor at Northwestern University’s Kellogg School of Management. Her training consistently receives top ratings from executive development program participants for its simplicity, applicability and career-changing impact.



Connect with the Author: Website ~ Twitter ~ Facebook


Interview with Kate LeVan

What prompted you to write this book?
It’s about what I do for a living.  I train and coach business people in face-to-face effectiveness.  After twenty years and seeing about 2000 presentations, I’m writing this book because it seems more relevant than ever.  

I literally just read this in USA Today, in an article about what it takes to nab today’s best jobs:  “…both a passion for figuring out what huge sets of numbers mean and a skill for distilling those conclusions in a way that ultimately helps a business, be it a shoe retailer or a media company.”   That’s basically what I do these days—help people distill their conclusions in a way that ultimately helps a business.  

The book gives people who are mostly subject matter experts—like data scientists, engineers and analysts—a professional discipline around how to communicate what they know with the rest of us.  They’re smart people, but no one ever told them to focus their smarts on what it takes to be seen and heard.

I have found that when you break it down for these folks and put it into more of a process like this book does, they get it and quickly rise to the top of their profession, simply because they can now “talk” to people.  Many go on to become sought-after business partners and leaders in their respective fields.


So you’re not a numbers person yourself?
I am so not a numbers person!  My degrees are in English, history and literary criticism.  My avocations are journalism, art history and acting.  My first career was in advertising.  So, I am a more conceptual person.

But all this perfectly qualifies me to be on the evaluating end of a business presentation.  If my training clients can engage me and explain things in a way that allows me to comprehend and perceive the benefits of what they are proposing, they have succeeded.  For me, it’s not the content of their presentations and meetings that excite me—although I’ve seen some interesting ones—it’s seeing these people succeed in a way they never thought they could.


What are some of the most interesting business presentations you’ve seen?
I sign non-disclosure agreements, so I’d have to kill you if I told you any details!  But, in general, I’ve had a window into what got us into and out of the great recession, the next new pharma product, the pitches that move companies from one state to another, the lobbying that sadly determines our policy-making and the cyberthreat that is real.  To name just a few.



In today’s tech savvy world, most writers use a computer or laptop. Have you ever written parts of your book on paper?
I have.  Usually on planes and usually when I’m just getting started.  There’s something about scratching things down on paper, crossing them out and capturing the next idea that flits across your brain that I find easier than cutting and pasting and saving, etc.  Once I have the ideas and the structure, then I can go to my laptop and fill it all in.


What was the last great book you read?
I must list two—one I guess you’d classify as self-help; the other an historical biography, which I enjoy because they have more human interest, but are informative too.

The self-help book that most recently rocked my world was that practical little best-seller, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo, the Japanese cleaning consultant.  After cleaning out my clothes closet like a ninja as Kondo recommends, I started on reducing paper.  That meant I needed to tackle 10 years of it in my office.  As I did, it dawned on me that I really needed only half the space I had and could reclaim the room I was in for our bedroom.  After moving my office to a smaller and better designed room—surrounded by things I loved, but that never before had a proper home—I felt clear-headed and focused enough to tackle what I had started 10 years before, this book!

Then there’s William Boyd’s Sweet Caress.  I hate the title, but what an entertaining and well-written biography about one of the first female society photographers and early war photojournalists, Amory Clay.  Just when you think you’re reading some flight of fancy by the author, one of Clay’s photos shows up documenting that this really happened.  But what fascinated me even more was this man’s ability to get into the head of, and write about, a woman.  He obviously picked a great subject, but his skill is something I aspire to.  

So how did you decide on your title?
Frankly, it was after some business people strongly pointed out to me that I wasn’t being very “strategic” with the title I had!  My first title was “Before I Begin:  Four Steps to Extraordinary Presence and Impact” which I thought implied that the book was about what you needed to do before you began speaking.  As an English major, it also satisfied my need for a more conceptual, thematic play on words, since many people begin what they have to say with some variation of, “Before I begin, let me just say…”

What I learned from a focus group of professionals at a networking event was that I may have been satisfying myself, but I was leaving most people saying, “Huh?”  They either thought the title was too whimsical—like “before I begin my piano recital”—which wasn’t a good fit with the experienced professionals I was hoping to reach.  Or, they just said, “Before I begin what?” and needed a picture to explain it—something that the title wouldn’t always be able to rely on.  
When I changed the title, all the business people who wrote my testimonials—and I mean to a person—agreed it was a better title.  As one practical company president commented, “It’s not as catchy, but much more Amazon-searchable.”




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Book Blast for Hell Holes: What Lurks Below by Donald Firesmith


Hell Holes: What Lurks Below
by Donald Firesmith

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GENRE: Science Fiction (Apocalyptic)

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BLURB:

It’s August in Alaska, and geology professor Jack Oswald prepares for the new school year. But when hundreds of huge holes mysteriously appear overnight in the frozen tundra north of the Arctic Circle, Jack receives an unexpected phone call. An oil company exec hires Jack to investigate, and he picks his climatologist wife and two of their graduate students as his team. Uncharacteristically, Jack also lets Aileen O’Shannon, a bewitchingly beautiful young photojournalist, talk him into coming along as their photographer. When they arrive in the remote oil town of Deadhorse, the exec and a biologist to protect them from wild animals join the team. Their task: to assess the risk of more holes opening under the Trans-Alaska Pipeline and the wells and pipelines that feed it. But they discover a far worse danger lurks below. When it emerges, it threatens to shatter Jack’s unshakable faith in science. And destroy us all…

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Excerpt Two:

My phone rang. Angie paused so that I could take the call. It was from Kevin Kowalski, an ExxonMobil manager for whom I’d occasionally worked as a consultant.

“Dr. Oswald,” he said when I answered. “Thank God, I got you. We have a big problem, and I need you up here right away.”

“What kind of a problem?” I asked, putting him on speakerphone so the others could hear. “Classes are about to start and I need to…”

“Forget the classes,” Kowalski interrupted. “We have a disaster in the making up here. You know those huge holes that opened last year in northern Siberia?”

“Sure,” I replied. “They’re probably just big sinkholes caused by the melting of subsurface ice or the melting of very large pingos.”

“Huh? What’s a pingo?” Kowalski asked. To Kowalski, surface features were merely something that made life difficult when drilling wells and piping oil.

“Pingos,” I replied, “are large conical hills of ice covered with a relatively thin layer of dirt. Anyway, what about the sinkholes? Are you telling me we’ve got one up on the North Slope?”

“Damned straight,” Kowalski answered angrily. “In the last twenty-four hours, we’ve spotted over two dozen, and several have opened up near our oil wells. There’s one close to the Trans-Alaska Pipeline down near Pump Station 2, and I don’t have to tell you the hell there’ll be to pay if another one opens up under the pipeline. We’re facing a financial and environmental disaster, and I need you up in Deadhorse ASAP. How soon can you put a team together? We need to know what’s causing them and how likely it is that one will open under our facilities.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


A computer geek by day, at night and on weekends Donald Firesmith writes modern paranormal fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from magical woods and mystical gemstones.
A computer geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books, written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers, and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. He is also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered somewhat worrying whether the term “distinguished” makes him sound more like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer whose beard is still more red than gray.
By night and on weekends, his alter ego writes modern paranormal fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick Ignatius Feuerschmied. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his wife Becky, his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs, cats, and birds.

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Praise Quotes

“I enjoyed my time in Firesmith’s world. I did not want to leave. I really got a kick out of it, and would happily come back for more. Recommended.”
MJ Kobernus, author of The Guardian: Blood in the Sand

“This book rocks.”
Barton Paul Levenson, author of Dark Gods of Alter Telluria

“a quick, enjoyable read. Full of action and fraught with danger”
Dave Robertson, author of Strange Hunting, Strange Hunting II, and The Brave and The Dead

“The book is an easy and quick read and an action-filled one that you’ll imagine as a TV series or a movie with no difficulty.”
Olga Núñez Miret, author of Escaping Psychiatry

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION

Donald will be awarding an autographed copy of the Hell Holes 2: Demons on the Dalton (US ONLY) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.






NBTM: Her General in Gray by Linda Nightingale



Her General in Gray
by Linda Nightingale


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GENRE: Paranormal Romance


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BLURB:


Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.


John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.


After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?


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Excerpt One:


“You are not there.” Autumn dropped her book and leapt to her feet, shaking her fist at the apparition standing beside the fireplace.


The frolicking blaze shone through the whatever-he-was lounging by the hearth, his arm stretched along the mantel.  A ceramic clock beside his hand chimed the hour—seven golden notes. Tall candles in brass candlesticks flickered in an eerie fire dance. He appeared to be a Civil War soldier of the South, his opaque uniform gray with a nasty red-stained hole near the heart.  Double rows of gold buttons decorated the coat. Three gold stars and a wreath on the collar glittered in the firelight. No blood spilled from the apparition.  Except for his wound, he looked perfectly healthy—for a dead man!  He nodded and bowed elegantly...as much so as his lost society had been, regardless of the strong backs supporting that way of life.


“Oh, but I am, Miss Hartley.”  He straightened, longish hair gently curling over his face.
A chill raced over her, but she suppressed the tremor of apprehension.  Autumn swallowed hard and adjusted her white cotton blouse.  “I don’t believe in ghosts.  You’re not welcome here. I bought this house and am struggling to pay for it.  Get your Halloween self out of my living room.”


He smiled.  “It’s not Halloween, and we share this house.  It was mine, you know, and still is.  I’m willing to share it with you—even if you are a Yankee.  After all, the conflict is over, and I’ll hold no grudge against the Northern aggressors. Even though the South will never surrender.”


“Northern aggressors?”  She inhaled sharply, the vanilla scent of the candles on the dining room table drifting into the living room.  Everything about Allen Hall was beautiful. She loved the house. But this conversation with an arrogant spirit solidified defiance.  “And, for your information, the South did surrender.”


“A point of history.” He shrugged and gave her a condescending glance. “No more.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.


Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.   She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Miata Club, and enjoys events with that car club.  Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano.  She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.


Web Site:  http://www.lindanightingale.com – Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.
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Interview with Linda Nightengale
Where do you get inspiration for your stories?


Each one is different.  I wrote a ghost story recently (featured in my anthology Four by Moonlight) titled Gypsy Ribbons.  The inspiration for Gypsy Ribbons is Alfred Noyes’ The Highwayman.  I adore that poem…And the highwayman comes riding, riding up to the old inn door….


The inspiration for Her General in Gray was a movie, The Ghost & Mrs. Muir, but my Muse decided that instead of a New England cottage haunted by the ghost of a sea captain, my hero would be a Civil War General for the Confederacy. That gave me an immediate conflict. The heroine was from the north and had purchased his family home (which he haunts).  My Muse then set the story in the Low Country of South Carolina, one of my favorite places.

How did you do research for your book?


The internet. Ah, no longer do we have to consult a heavy tome of the encyclopedia! I looked up different aspects of the story like the battle in which Sib, the hero, died.  I knew about the setting, having been to Charleston and the surrounding area many times.  I just made up the information about heroine’s background.

Do you have another profession besides writing?


Not now.  I retired from a career as a legal assistant. Now, I write full time:  Books, stories, and I write copy for a Houston advertising agency.

If you could go back in time, where would you go?


I’d like to visit the late 1800s when Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David Windsor (later Edward VIII, then the Duke of Windsor) was the heir apparent to the throne of England, was crowned, and abdicated to marry Wallace Simpson.  BUT.. I’d keep the Time Machine fueled for a jaunt to the merry court of Charles II after the Restoration. Perhaps, I could have arrived before he married Catherine of Braganza and been the Queen who produced his heir to the throne. Charles had a bevy of mistresses but never a legitimate heir.

What is your next project?


I’m in the galley phase of Gylded Wings, a dark fantasy for The Wild Rose Press.  What would happen if the most infamous angel of all were forgiven? This ‘alternate history’ is told in first person from Lucifer’s POV. It’s not satanic by any means and has very strong romantic elements.


What is your favorite part of this book and why? [This was an alternate question, but I
wanted to answer it.]


I like the beginning of the story because it sets up the humor and conflict for Her General in Gray. When Autumn sees Sib (John Sibley Allen—my real grandfather’s name) standing by the fireplace with the flames flickering through him, she covers her fear with a show of temper:


Autumn swallowed hard and adjusted her white cotton blouse.  “I don’t believe in ghosts.  You’re not welcome here. I bought this house and am struggling to pay for it.  Get your Halloween self out of my living room.”
He smiled.  “It’s not Halloween, and we share this house.  It was mine, you know, and still is.  I’m willing to share it with you—even if you are a Yankee.  After all, the conflict is over, and I’ll hold no grudge against the Northern aggressors. Even though the South will never surrender.”


Thank you for letting me guest on your blog. Autumn, Sib, and I enjoyed our stay.


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION


Linda Nightingale will be awarding Black Diamond Earrings and an eBook of Her General in Gray (International Giveaway) to one winner via rafflecopter, and a second winner will receive a digital choice of one of the author's backlist during the tour.
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Gate of Air by Resa Nelson blitz


Gate of Air
Resa Nelson
(Dragon Gods, #1)
Publication date: June 19th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Frayka must find and convince the dragon gods of the Far East to appease the gods of her Northland heritage. If she fails, her own Northlander gods will destroy all the mortals who once promised to worship them.

The Far East is a mysterious place of legend to Northlanders like Frayka. Only an old map can show her how to get there. Once she arrives, all of Frayka’s sensibilities put her in danger. And every dangerous turn delays her from finding the dragon gods whose help she so desperately needs.

Although Frayka looks like a Far Easterner, she is a powerful Northlander warrior who is quick to voice her thoughts. She is trained to fight and won’t hesitate to do so.

But everything about Frayka puts her in deadly peril in the Far East, where the laws are strict and the punishment cruel.

Especially when the one being punished is a woman.

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CHAPTER 1:

How did my life become so turbulent?

As the pale blue and pink light foretold the dawn of a new day, Frayka walked the narrow length of the Northlander ship, a long and sleek vessel that looked like a sea dragon slicing through the choppy ocean waves. The oars piled on the center of the deck rattled against each other. The scent of fish and brine permeated the air. The taste of salt in the air gave her a thirst that seemed impossible to quench. Frayka focused on the horizon instead.

She approached the rail and leaned on it, barely noticing the sound of her sweetheart Njall grunting while he adjusted the sail. After several days at sea, Frayka recognized the coast of her homeland, the Land of Ice, in the distance ahead. But instead of filling her heart with happiness or even meager content, the sight made her stomach twist into knots.

All her life, Frayka had given no thought to the fact that she looked like no other Northlander. Everyone in her homeland—including her own family—stood tall with long blond hair and blue eyes. While Frayka stood as tall as any Northlander woman, she inherited her looks from her father’s grandmother, a woman from the Far East who must have died many years ago.

Although Frayka’s skin looked similar to everyone else’s during the winter months, too much exposure to the sun simply turned Frayka’s skin a golden brown while the skin of all other Northlanders burned bright red. And her long black hair, straight as rain, made her stand out, as well as her dark brown eyes.

Njall joined her side and draped an arm across her shoulders. “Home at last.”

Exhausted from the journey and lost in worry about the days ahead, Frayka didn’t respond.

Njall squeezed her shoulder. “Why so glum?”

“No one told me I’d be meeting a Northlander god,” Frayka said. “I’m still reeling from what the All-Father told me.”

Weeks ago, a shaman led Frayka to the ethereal world of the gods. The god of all Northlander gods—the All-Father—singled out Frayka because she dared to live as a Northlander despite her Far Eastern looks.

To appease the anger of all Northlander gods, the All-Father tasked Frayka with the duty of finding the dragon gods of the Far East. The All-Father told Frayka she then must figure out how to make peace between those dragon gods and the Northlander gods. If Frayka failed, the Northlander gods would kill her.

Why did all gods have to act so foolish and petty?

Why should it be her problem that Northlanders had once worshipped the dragon gods instead of their own gods?

Why should the Northlander gods involve her just because they felt angry and rejected by the mortals who adopted the dragon gods in their absence?

Frayka knew the dragon gods destroyed the Northlands and surrounding countries, even though she’d been an infant at the time. The full blame for that destruction fell on the true Northlander gods, who were enraged first for being ignored and then for being faulted for something they didn’t do.

Why should I care that mortals blame the Northlander gods for the sins of the dragon gods?

The task given to Frayka by the Northlander gods overwhelmed her. Frayka wished she could crawl below deck, curl up in a corner, and sleep until her life felt normal again.

But Northlanders never talked of such feelings. If Frayka admitted to any of them, she would appear weak in Njall’s eyes. He loved her because of her strength and courage. And right now, only Njall knew about the task she’d been given. If no one else believed her, she’d still have Njall by her side.

I can’t afford to lose him, too.

Njall laughed. “You’re spoiled by your own portents. Welcome to the ordinary world that the rest of us live in.”

Frayka knew Njall was right. Since birth, her portents gave her regular glimpses into the future, something no other Northlander could do. She’d known for years that Njall would someday marry her, and her faith never waived. Years ago, he teased Frayka about her portents. Thinking about those days, she said, “Remember when you used to call me Frayka the Freak?”

“Be fair,” Njall said, failing to hide his shame. “I don’t call you that anymore.” He ran his rough hand against her silky black hair. “Not since I saw you become a brave warrior. Not since you saved my life. Once I tell everyone what you’ve done, everyone will love you as much as I do.” Njall hesitated. “Wait. That’s a terrible idea. Someone might try to marry you before I can.”

“If anyone tries to get between you and me, I’ll kick him in the shins.” Frayka laughed briefly before worry overtook her again. “But it’s not my portents I’m worried about. It’s what the gods want me to do. What I have to do.”

“This isn’t like you. You never worry.”

Frayka cleared her throat, knowing the time to keep secrets had to end. “I had a portent last night after you fell asleep. A portent about the gods.”

His arm tensed. “What kind of portent?”

Frayka looked at the sea. “I saw what will happen if I fail. If I don’t do what the gods ask.” When Njall stayed silent, she continued. “They will kill every Northlander who still survives. They will kill you and me and our families and everyone in the Land of Ice.”

“But your portents,” Njall said. “Sometimes they give you an idea of the future. They’re not always exact.”

“This one was,” Frayka said. “Very exact and very clear. I have to find the dragon gods and figure out how to make peace between them and the Northlander gods. Otherwise, we all die.”

Njall shifted his weight when the ship tilted. “Then let’s fight the Northlander gods. Let’s kill them before they can kill us.”

Frayka shook her head. “You don’t understand. All the stories we heard about gods are lies. Northlanders thought the dragon gods were their gods, but it’s not true. Mortals thought the Northlander gods forced the dragon gods to destroy our homeland, but that’s not true either.” She frowned. “Not entirely. Even if we could find the Northlander gods—which is impossible—it wouldn’t solve anything. The All-Father told me what I have to do, and nothing else will satisfy him.”

Njall wrapped his arms around Frayka and held her close. “You’re not alone, you know,” he said. “You’ve got me, and I’ll walk by your side every step of the way.”

His words comforted Frayka. For a moment she found hope and felt excited about the chance to make a difference in the world. She felt no fear of the danger she might face.

Njall pointed at the coastline, now close enough that Frayka saw its black sandy beaches glitter and sparkle in the sunlight. “We’re home,” Njall said. “Look how beautiful it is.”

Taking his advice, Frayka stared at the waterfalls falling from the high cliffs standing behind the beaches. Pointing, she said, “There’s Blackstone.” The settlement of small stone houses rested a short distance from the shore, and grassy hills stretched behind it. In the far distance, a mountain of ice glinted. “What are we going to tell them about why we left?” Frayka said.

“The truth always strikes me as a good idea,” Njall said.

But the truth would involve stories about Frayka’s portents and gods and strange lands.

“What if they don’t believe me?”

“Be yourself!” Njall said. “This is your home! Your family knows you. Everyone in Blackstone knows you. And I know you, too.”

But I befriended someone who suffered because she looked different. Because she came from a different world than the people she lived with. Because she walked with one foot in each world: the one she came from and the one she lived in.

And if I do what the gods ask me to do, won’t I have to do the same?

“Frayka?” Njall said. “Did you hear me?”

“Of course.” Frayka straightened her spine and drew again on her new-found hope. “Let’s go home.”



Author Bio:

Resa Nelson is the author of the 4-book Dragonslayer series: The Dragonslayer’s Sword (nominated for the Nebula Award, finalist for the EPPIE Award), The Iron Maiden , The Stone of Darkness , and The Dragon's Egg . Her 4-book Dragonfly series takes place after the Dragonslayer series.

Her standalone novels include the mystery/thrillers All Of Us Were Sophie and Our Lady of the Absolute .

Resa has been selling short stories professionally since 1988. She is a longtime member of SFWA (Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America), and she is a graduate of the Clarion SF Workshop. Resa was the TV/Movie Columnist for Realms of Fantasy magazine for 13 years as well as a regular contributor to SCI FI magazine. She has sold over 200 articles to magazines in the United States and the United Kingdom.

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Taking Chances by Kimberley O’Malley Blitz




Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 20 June, 2017
Publisher: Carolina Blue Publishing

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Katie Fitzgerald learned the hard way about love. She vowed to never get involved with a doctor at work, and when she did, he broke her heart. Older and wiser, Katie is serious about never getting hurt again. Dr. Flynn Reynolds, staff cardiologist at Windsor Falls Memorial, just might be the man to change her mind. Attraction explodes between the two from their very first meeting. But Katie is determined to protect her heart. Will Flynn convince her to take another chance?







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Kimberley O’Malley is a recent transplant to Charlotte, North Carolina from the frozen North. She is learning to say y’all but draws the line at sweet tea. Sarcasm is an art form in her world. When not writing, she is a full-time nurse and part-time soccer Mom, but not necessarily in that order. She shares her life with an amazing husband of more than twenty years, two teenagers, and one very sweet Shetland Sheepdog, Molly.


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