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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Tinfoil Heat Pub Day!!

Today we are sharing the release of TINFOIL HEART by Daisy Prescott. Tinfoil Heart is a Romantic Comedy, standalone title. Check out the buy links below and a chance to win a signed paperback and a Tinfoil Heart box of fun!

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Tinfoil Heart by Daisy Prescott Now Available!


A new romantic comedy about love, letting go, and little green men from USA Today Bestselling author Daisy Prescott.
My father was abducted by aliens.
Or so I believed for the last eighteen years.
After my mother's death, I moved to Roswell, capital of all things alien. I’m going to find out the truth and nothing will stop me . . . except Boone Santos.
Compared to the intergalactic tinfoil hat brigade, he's a god amongst mere mortals. Too handsome for his own good (and mine), with a grumpy arrogance, and the most beautiful smile ever—he smashes my plan to pieces like a UFO crashing into the desert.
I need a tinfoil hat for my heart.
Do I believe in aliens? I’m not sure.
What do I believe? I’m not going to fall in love with Boone. Definitely not . . .



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USA Today Bestselling Author Daisy Prescott writes romantic comedies about real love. Her Modern Love Stories feature characters in their thirties and forties finding and rediscovering love in unexpected and humorous ways. Her Wingmen books star regular guys who often have beards, drive trucks, and love deeply once they fall. Daisy's Love with Altitude latest small town, rom com series is set in Aspen, Colorado. Bewitched is a magical serial set in Salem, Massachusetts. Don't miss her standalone, Tinfoil Heart, a rom com about love, letting go, and little green men.      

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Monday, April 23, 2018

It's International Book Day Y'all!

Morning Everyone!

Yup. You get at least 2 blog posts today. This one is a little more personal, and definitely one that I've been drafting in my head for a couple of weeks now.

Today is International Book Day. Amazon is celebrating by having you Read the World with 9 free Kindle books, though this offer may only be available in the U.S. Bookstagrams are alive with the photos of currently read books, shelfies, and those beautifully crafted posts that make me get teary because they're so pretty and I love seeing others love books.

For this Book Day I'm feeling an honest sense of gratitude for my books, a handful specifically.

1. The book that made me love stories...

2. The book that saved my life, even if it didn't save the author's...

3. The book that got me through high school... (the librarian of my high school actually gave me a copy for graduation. I still treasure it to this day.)

4. The book that started my entire history degree before I even knew that's what I wanted to study...

5. The book that helped me make sense of my father's death, as much as any of them could...

6. The book that made my grief feel normal, acceptable, and less threatening...

7. The book I will read a million times over... 

So today, go forth and read. Or listen to an audiobook. Celebrate literature, literacy, books, the written word in all it's forms. Read outside your comfort zone. Read something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Read something, anything, and let it stay with  you, let it linger and become a part of you. You'd be surprised and who you'll become. 

Until Next Time, 


Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, APP Round 2! (Plus a Bonus Training!)

Good Morning All!

About a month ago now our Alzheimer's Poetry Group was lucky enough to do a second facility visit. This time we were at the Nevada Senior Services Adult Day Care Center. Similar to our first facility visit the group was mixed, there were patients with Alzheimer's, dementia, and various others who joined in our group. The group size this time? 50!! 50 people and about 5 more when you count in staff members. We were all nervous about the group size. Jennifer had a powwow with Gary prior to our visit, and we had a pre-visit meeting at my house simply because going from 15 to 50 is a jump! Plus our program runs on a timeline, the intimidation of the group size was real y'all.

And then, and then, and then, we got there.

All our worries were easily moved aside when we realized how engaged this large group was. Upon our arrival they were in a horseshoe shape, which made connecting with them easier. Those who were more willing to participate were closer to the front, they had their chairs turned towards us, and were sat with their friends. There was one gentleman, who after ever poem and activity screamed THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU with so much joy and enthusiasm, it was hard to keep a straight face. This round we did use a microphone, which was awkward at first, and limited the speaking persons range of motion, but this group seemed clued into "pay attention to the person with the microphone." (This facility does several activities throughout the week, so they're certainly active!)

We'd decided to go in with a theme this time, so we all did bird poems, and we even included Arthur, Charlene's tree, because birds live in trees. It is also lovely to see that sparkle in people's eyes when she starts doing 'Trees', that glimmer of "I know this one" is beautiful.

Like before the session ended with us creating a group poem. Andrew wrote down the answers to the questions I asked the group, and this is where I felt the most pressure from a group of 50. Many answers came from the same 10 people, and Jennifer and Charlene were walking around to say answers louder if we couldn't hear them. I didn't want anyone to feel ignored, and in the end I think everyone got to contribute their snippet, many giving us the same snippet. Being a bird seems to leave everyone with the same feelings.

If I were a bird I'd fly high!
I'd fly to Europe, 
I'd see the ocean.

If I were a bird I would live in a tree!
Tall trees!
Oak trees!

I would be a red bird,
A blue bird,
A predator bird, like an eagle!

I would be a free bird, 
I would be a singing bird.

If I were a bird I'd never stop flying.

At the end of our time with this group we got several more exuberant thank you, thank you, thank yous, and we felt like we'd really given this group something to remember. Before we left we did have one more thing for them. Poet Nancy Nelson had joined us, and spent about 10 minutes reading her poems and talking about her story of being diagnosed with Alzheimer's with the group. Seeing everyone in the group utterly wrapped up in Nancy's work, in her story, in what she was saying was amazing. They were so focused, and some seemed relieved that someone "gets it". I'd encourage everyone to check out  to learn more about Nancy and her amazing work.

Left to Right
Dee Dee Woodbury (Activity Director) Charlene, Andrew, Jennifer, Ami Rebecca, Nancy Nelson

About two weeks later we were able to get a personalized training from Gary Glazner himself! It was a fun time discussing our visits, asking our questions, and learning more about bringing students into the program as well! Thanks Mr. Gladness!! 
Left To Right Top Row
Chalese, Jennifer, Charlene, Ami Rebecca, Andrew, Bruce
Front Row
Vogue, Gary Glazner

Until Next Time,


Thursday, April 5, 2018


Wife, Widow, and Warrior in Alexander Hamilton’s Quest for a More Perfect Union

From the New York Times bestselling authors of America’s First Daughter comes the epic story of Eliza Schuyler Hamilton—a revolutionary woman who, like her new nation, struggled to define herself in the wake of war, betrayal, and tragedy. Haunting, moving, and beautifully written, Dray and Kamoie used thousands of letters and original sources to tell Eliza’s story as it’s never been told before—not just as the wronged wife at the center of a political sex scandal—but also as a founding mother who shaped an American legacy in her own right.


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A general’s daughter…

Coming of age on the perilous frontier of revolutionary New York, Elizabeth Schuyler champions the fight for independence. And when she meets Alexander Hamilton, Washington’s penniless but passionate aide-de-camp, she’s captivated by the young officer’s charisma and brilliance. They fall in love, despite Hamilton’s bastard birth and the uncertainties of war.

A Founding Father’s wife...

But the union they create—in their marriage and the new nation—is far from perfect. From glittering inaugural balls to bloody street riots, the Hamiltons are at the center of it all—including the political treachery of America’s first sex scandal, which forces Eliza to struggle through heartbreak and betrayal to find forgiveness.

The last surviving light of the Revolution…

When a duel destroys Eliza’s hard-won peace, the grieving widow fights her husband’s enemies to preserve Alexander’s legacy. But long-buried secrets threaten everything Eliza believes about her marriage and her own legacy. Questioning her tireless devotion to the man and country that have broken her heart, she’s left with one last battle—to understand the flawed man she married and imperfect union he could never have created without her…


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So after nursing my newborn, I took Philip for a short but painful stroll to the printer, then up Broadway past the hospital to the nearby apothecary shop. “Mrs. Hamilton,” the apothecary said in a scolding tone, his bushy brows knitted behind the counter. “You’re so soon out of childbed. I’d have come to you if you’d sent a servant or Colonel Hamilton to fetch me.”

“I just needed some fresh air, raspberry leaves for my cramps, and a little lavender oil for my aching head.”

While I kept my curious boy from reaching for one of the many fascinating corked glass jars on the counter, the apothecary rummaged through the drawers and we chatted about the various states that had ratified the Constitution—six by my count, five by his.

“You forgot Massachusetts,” I said, just as the roar of angry voices reached our ears.

We both looked up toward the street to see a horde of angry men marching from the direction of the battery. A mob. I’d once seen a group of men like this armed with feathers and tar. This time, they had sticks and, as I was about to learn, a far more righteous rage. “Grave-robbing bastards!” someone shouted, just before a brick sailed through the glass window, sending a spray of shards at my feet. Instinctively, I grabbed my son and pulled him behind the counter. But from where I crouched, I saw the swarm move right past us on the street.

I could guess their destination.

The hospital. For the Constitution was not the only divisive thing in the newspapers that year. It had been reported that medical students, in need of cadavers to dissect, dug up bodies in the Negro Burial Ground outside the city. No one of prominence had seemed to care until the corpse of a white woman from Trinity Churchyard was also dug up and stolen.

Now the public was in an uproar.

I knew the importance of cadavers to the field of medical science, but I couldn’t help but shudder at the gross indignity of having anyone I loved violated and dissected in such a way.

As we heard the crash of more windows farther down the street, the apothecary rose to wrap a sheltering arm around my shoulder. “I’ll get you and the boy home,” he said, rushing us out the back. Across the way, furious citizens broke the hospital door to splinters and overran the hospital, sending young medical students running in every direction. Over my shoulder, I saw a young doctor climbing from a window. And my son stared as shouting men hauled cauldrons of dismembered body parts out of the hospital, the stench of it recalling the war immediately to my mind.

We saw a bloody foot, a swollen human head in a bottle, and some poor fellow’s pickled genitals hanging from a string before we fled up Broadway, only to come against hundreds more furious men blocking our way. The jostling crowd swept us up like a tidal wave, separating us from the apothecary and nearly tearing Philip’s hand from mine. Breathless and frightened, having quite forgotten about aches and pains, I realized the mob was descending upon the original nearby buildings of the old King’s College—which had been recently renamed the more republican Columbia College.

“Bring out the butchers!” someone in the mob cried, and I knew they were looking for medical students to punish.

“Keep walking,” I whispered to Philip. But my son made of himself a dead weight, pointing with one hand at something I couldn’t see. And then the crowd parted to reveal my husband on the college stairs, pleading with the mob to see reason.

Hamilton was a great orator, and his military voice could just be heard over the fray. “The mayor has already jailed the culprits. Allow the law—”

The mob pushed past him, breaking open the doors to the chapel, the library, and the dorms of the college he’d recently helped reopen.

Then he caught sight of us and dodged the rioters until we were all together, and he tugged us into his arms. “Dear God, Betsy, what the devil are you doing here?”
Stephanie Dray & Laura Kamoie’s MY DEAR HAMILTON – Blog Tour Schedule:
April 2nd
Books A-Brewin' – Excerpt
April 3rd
My Book Snack – Review & Excerpt
Smexy& Fabulous – Excerpt
April 4th
Always a happy ever after –Review & Excerpt
Ficwishes – Excerpt
Quirky Lady Bookworm Reviews – Review & Excerpt
SJAT's Books and More – Review & Interview
April 5th
Hearts & Scribbles – Excerpt
Literature Goals – Excerpt
April 6th
Books After Fifty – Excerpt
History Undressed – Review & Excerpt
Under the Covers Book Blog – Review & Excerpt
True Book Addict – Excerpt
Zili in the Sky – Excerpt
April 7th
3 Degrees of Fiction Book Blog – Review & Excerpt
Evermore Books – Excerpt
KDRBCK – Review & Excerpt
April 8th
BookCrushin – Interview
Liz's Reading Life – Excerpt
Vagabonda Reads – Review & Excerpt
April 9th
Book Bug Blog – Review & Excerpt
Devilishly Delicious Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt
Read-Love-Blog – Excerpt
April 10th
Miss Riki – Review & Excerpt
My Fictional Escape – Review & Excerpt
Oh, for the Hook of a Book – Review & Interview
April 11th
Sofia Loves Books – Review & Excerpt
April 12th
Denny S. Bryce – Review & Excerpt
Good Drunkard – Review & Excerpt
Ruth Downie – Interview
Margie's Must Reads – Excerpt
April 13th
A Bookaholic Swede – Review
Creating Herstory – Review & Interview
Historical Fiction Reviews – Review & Excerpt
April 14th
Book Nook Nuts – Excerpt
Deluged with Books Cafe – Review & Excerpt
Leigh Anderson – Review
Nerdy Soul – Review & Excerpt
Teatime and Books – Excerpt
Two Girls with Books – Review & Excerpt
  About Stephanie Dray: Stephanie Dray is a New York Times bestselling author of historical women’s fiction. Her award-winning work has been translated into multiple languages, illuminating women of the past so as to inspire the women of today. She is a frequent panelist and presenter at national writing conventions and lives near the nation’s capital.      

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   About Laura Kamoie: Laura Kamoieis a New York Times bestselling author of historical fiction, and the author of two nonfiction books on early American history. Until recently, she held the position of Associate Professor of History at the U.S. Naval Academy before transitioning to a full-time career writing genre fiction under the name Laura Kaye, also a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels.