Monday, September 15, 2014

Mary Ann Barrucco Has A Non-Fiction Story

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Short Excerpt
Mary Ann and her husband Eddie were both twenty-two years old when they married.
this non-fiction narrative begins with naive hope, joy, and high expectations for the future.  Soon realty sets in.
Dysfunctions by the name of alcoholism, gambling, and spousal abuse play their hands.
The proverbial icing on their cake of misfortune comes when Eddie is destined to become the recipient of a heart transplant.
About Mary Ann
Mary Ann is an average middle age, middle class Italian American woman born and bred in Bensonhurst Brooklyn New York She graduated Lafayette High School and 2 days later her mother died from pancreatic
cancer. A few few months later Mary Ann met the man of her dreams.  After dating 3 years they married.
Contact Info
twitter @MBarrucco

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Spotlight for an Essential Book of Good by P'Fessor Guus

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An Essential Book of Good
This book is exactly what the name leads one to believe. An Essential book of good (by P'fessor Guus) is for young readers as well as the parents & leaders of young readers. This book will take you on a journey, through the eyes and minds of  two unlikely heroes.

These two amazing, inventive & creative young souls find adventure &  create solutions through the use of mathematics, "Om technology", and sharo-logical edutainment as well as creating  a multitude of "Harmless but helpful inventions that assist themselves & those that they meet. These heroes make friends where ever they may go while solving many of what some may call "the worlds problems" along the way. This dynamic duo as well as their amazing group of friends find as much joy in Action sports as they do in  listening to all of the great adventures of people that have been alive many more years then them.

Love, respect, caring, self-confidence,responsibility and joy are the tools of their trade, and they believe that all people can be truly amazing! Get your copy of "An Essential Book of Good"  here today so you can feel, and be even more amazing today!

Friday, September 12, 2014

The @GoddessFish Presents Silent Love by Casey Clipper

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Silent Love

by Casey Clipper






Former Navy SEAL Sean Millen has been perfectly fine with his bachelorhood until recently, when he realizes he's unhappy with his single status. Unfortunately, his playboy reputation doesn't offer him the type of woman that could fulfill his days and nights as well as settle into the specific life he envisions. 



Four years ago, Beth Connors' world was entirely altered. Beth spends her days trying to remain invisible in order to avoid unwanted attention. Each night she sheds grief-filled tears over the former life she once led but will never be able to regain.



When Beth literally runs into him. Doctor Sean Millen. A force of nature. A rock. A reputable heartbreaker, who takes an immediate interest in her, there's no place for her to hide. But Beth's natural instinct to push Sean away to save herself and him from the difficult task of adjusting their lives to her shortcomings is always front and center. Yet, Beth secretly longs for love. Is she strong enough to tear down the walls of her self-imposed prison?



Sean finds himself falling for a woman who is determined to reject his every advance and deny their surprisingly deep connection. Can Sean push past Beth's concrete walls that she refuses to destroy? Or will Beth's shocking revelation of her past prevent them from finding the love they both deserve? Or will a tragic accident pull Sean and Beth apart permanently?   



*This is not a cliffhanger.

**Not suitable for under 18 years old. Contains sexual scenes.






Sean followed Beth to her parents' front door. This meeting could make or break their relationship. They'd been dating for close to two months and things were terrific. Well, maybe an occasional hiccup here and there when Beth got into her own head, but he dealt with those moments, then they moved forward. But a few days ago, before this planned dinner, Beth went home to talk to her parents. When she returned to his house three hours later, she remained unusually quiet and refused to discuss what happened between her and her parents. That had him worried for days. Now, here he was, feeling like he was walking into the lion's den.


Beth opened the front door and stepped inside. "Mom. Dad," she called out.


An older version of Beth rounded the corner towards the back of the house. Good lord, if that was how Beth would look in thirty years, with any luck, Sean would still have her on his arm, he was a damn lucky man. Mrs. Connor was a knockout. Though she stood a couple inches taller than Beth, they could pass for sisters.


"Hi, honey," Mrs. Connors said. Her eyes scanned Sean, but she approached her only child and embraced her with a secure hold. When she pulled back, Beth's mom looked her up and down. "You look fantastic. You glow."


Naturally Beth flushed bright red. Sean wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his body for security. She melted into him, and Mrs. Connors perceptive eyes didn't miss their interaction.


"Mom," Beth said softly. "This is Sean Millen. Sean, this is my mother, Jill Connors."


"Mrs. Connors, it's nice to meet you," Sean said respectfully.


"Thank you, Sean. It's wonderful to meet you. Elizabeth has told me loads about you." She smiled lovingly at her daughter. Those matching ocean blue eyes of Beth's glittered with some sort of emotion he wasn't able to decipher. "Please, come inside and meet Mr. Connors."


They followed Jill down the hallway a few steps then took a left into a large living room. As they entered the room, Mr. Connors stood from a recliner in the far corner of the room.


Oh, Christ.


Mr. Connors was an older version of himself. Well, except add twenty pounds, four more inches in height, and two more inches in biceps, thighs, and chest. Clearly the man maintained his work out religiously, noticeable from all the bulging muscles that flexed as the man moved. A military haircut made his distinct features all the more intimidating. The man looked as young as his wife and was just as good looking. Sean would bet money in the man's early days he had his fair share of women. His laser glare focused straight in on him. Shit.


"Daddy," Beth said softly as she approached him.


Mr. Connors reluctantly tore his glare from Sean and focused on his daughter. As soon as his dark blue, piercing eyes met his daughter's ocean blues, the man visibly melted. His features lightened, and he actually smiled.


"Sweetheart," he said, leaned down and kissed her forehead.


"Daddy, I want to introduce you to Sean Millen. Sean, this is my dad, Michael Connors," she said.


Mike wrapped a possessive left arm around his daughter, tucked her into the crook of his body, and stuck out his right hand. "Mr. Millen."


"Mr. Connors," Sean said respectfully.


"My daughter tells me you were in the Navy," Mr. Connors tested.


"I was, sir," he answered. The air in the room was stiff and tense. Mrs. Connors stood in the background watching the scene looking as if she was ready to jump in to interject. Beth gnawed on her bottom lip, her eyes darting between her father and her boyfriend.


"She tells me you and your brother were SEALs."


"That's right," he answered.


Mr. Connors titled his head and studied Sean, sizing him up. "You both went in together?"


"Yes." For some reason, Sean didn't feel too chatty about his life. He didn't like the feel of the room or the interrogation. He was too damn old to put up with this shit. He wasn't an eighteen year old kid about to take a daughter to the prom. For fuck's sake, he was going to be forty in less than two years.


"Why?" Mike barked.


Sean narrowed his eyes.


Immediately Mr. Connors shoved his daughter out from under his arm and got into Sean's face. "You think you're a badass? You think you can come into my house and get our blessing for dating my daughter who's more than ten years younger than you? You need to find someone your own age, SEAL."


He spat SEAL like it was a curse.


"Daddy!" Beth cried.


"Michael!" Jill scolded.


Sean refused to back down. "What is this, some sort of test to see if I'll walk away? Not. Going. To. Happen. I love your daughter. I respect her and admire her. I spend my days worrying about her and my nights holding her close." He took a step closer. "As for my tour in the Navy, I went so I could get a medical doctorate. My parents couldn't afford the schooling. My brother refused to allow me to go in alone. We've always been close, and we couldn't imagine leaving each other for that many years. It was the best decision both of us made."


"Michael," Jill said again. "Look at your daughter."


Mr. Connors' head snapped to his baby girl, whose face was red and tear streaked while her mother held her.


"Beth," Mike breathed. "I'm sorry, honey."


She hiccupped.


"Beth," Sean said softly.


She left her mother's arms and went straight to...Sean's and buried her head into his chest. He wrapped her up securely, kissed her head, and ran a soothing hand down her soft tresses. After a minute, he lifted her face to look him in the eyes. "It's all right, sweetheart," he assured her. "It'll be fine. We're just feeling each other out, baby. It's what we nasty military men do. We protect the women we love. You're father has probably done that your entire life, right?"


A sniffle and a nod was the only response he received.


"Elizabeth," Mr. Connors said with bite. Clearly he didn't like his daughter choosing her boyfriend over him.


Sean nodded to her father for her to focus on him. She looked her dad's direction but remained tight against Sean.


"You're my only daughter. My baby girl. No man, including this one standing in my living room, who just admitted you're sleeping with, is good enough for you. No one ever will be. I need to make certain he's in this for the right reasons," Mr. Connors insisted. He crossed his large arms over his broad chest. "Got a problem with that, young lady?"


"Dad," she protested.


"Do you?" he barked.


"Yes." Her head went up and her chin out.


Mike's eyes shined with adoration and respect. His mouth quirked up.


"Okay, enough testosterone before dinner," Jill interrupted and put an end to the palpable tension. "Dinner is ready. Everyone to the dining room."


She bustled out of the room with the group dutifully following her.


Beth remained in Sean's arms while they went to the dining room. Well, wouldn't that be a story to tell their grandchildren some day.






AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Bestselling Contemporary Romance Author Casey Clipper lives in Pittsburgh, PA. She's an admitted sports fanatic and chocolate lover (though that could be classified more as an addiction). An avid romance reader, she loves to lose herself in a good book. Casey is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Contemporary Romance Writers, Pennwriters, the Authors Guild, TRRW, ASMSG, and IAN.


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 Casey will be awarding a download of Silent Love given by the tour host to a randomly drawn winner at each stop.  A PDF is attached for you to give away.


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Thursday, September 11, 2014

#RockingSummerRomance with Amy Rachiele

Let's start with some summertime questions:

Lake or ocean? Lake definitely
Sandals or Flip flops? Sandals
Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch? porch
Ball cap or floppy hat? floppy hat

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A #MFRWAuthor Event - Get Hooked on Books

So many books so many great authors.

I love doing the Book Hooks event -

This week I'm sharing my new short story Stormy.

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I wrote this book because I wanted a hot read for women over the age of forty.

Can women over forty still have hot fun?

I asked mature women if they still enjoy some wild bedroom fun and they all agreed that they did.


Here's a blurb from Stormy

“Damn it, Daniel if I find you with a young chickadee like I did my ex-husband,” she growled as she trudged up the staircase, “I might be tempted to...”   

Her gaze immediately fell on the empty king-size bed. Exasperated by her inability to find him, she quickly scanned the entire room...desk area, open closet, bathroom...the door closed. Light glowed through the seam between the floor and the bottom edge. “Daniel, if you’re in the bathroom come out this minute.”

The entrance opened, and he stood in the doorway.

Problem, he wore only a towel.

Awe, shit...she didn’t need to see his bare chest covered in crisp dark hair, the sculptured muscles of his arms and shoulders, developed pecs, and thick thighs.

Damn, how was she supposed to resist such temptation?

Stormy is available for preorder from amazon.
Due out Oct. 15
Have a great day,


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

#RockingSummerRomance - Long Time Walk on Water

LONG TIME WALK ON WATER  by Joan Barbara Simon


Emily Thompson, Rose to her friends, emigrates to the motherland, England, in search of a better life. It will be hard work for the young mother in this rich man’s country; above all she must also come to terms with this unknown phenomenon; di Hinglish dem.

James Dunbar. Jack is what he answers to. Picking his way through the mucky incidents of life, he consoles himself that things will get better.

They happen to meet at a bus-stop, Emily and Jack.

A tale of how the humble live whilst waiting for their dreams to come true.


In the following excerpt, news flies faster than Lester Piggot (a famous English jockey and him small like a squirrel); fast as a shame from the J.A. (as Jamaicans call their country) to the UK.

Martha Brae, October —, 19—

Dear Rose,

I’m sure everything in England is going fine for you. As soon as I open your letter and parcel, I sit down to write and tell you thank you, that Marlene and Leroy overjoy with the things you send them. You know me don’t have a good head like you, and me is not someone love pen and paper, so I make it short. Marlene draw this little picture for you. She say you must make sure you keep it because when she come to England she is going to look and see if you still got it. The child cheeky as a shame.
You say everything is fine and I believe you, but me also hear bad story them from other people. I hear how black people can’t go out at night and have to fear the skinhead them like the blacks in the fifties did afraid of the Teddy Boys. But because you don’t go out so much you probably don’t get to hear this. And other people talk how difficult it is to get a job or somewhere to live because the white people them prejudice and want to squash you up in a cooby like a chicken. I know you doing alright but I don’t know if I could pick up myself go to a country where people look down at me. Is enough that them behave like that right here in Jamaica without you go abroad for the same treatment and get spit on even more. The black sometimes as bad as the white people them and ignorance spread out all over the world.
We talking about white. Me hear you have a white boyfriend. Is true or is not true? You don’t have to hide it from me. Me hear him is one old old white man you meet at the bus-stop and him pay you fare everywhere you want to go in London. Him was one chaufur, or how you call it, and use to drive the big politician you see in the television up and down the country. Is true? Me also hear him and Richard is best friend. Is how come you don’t tell me the half of what happening over there, Rose? Is how come I have to find out everything second hand? People them asking me if me know this and if me know that, I must know because my good friend in England. I don’t know what to say and I don’t know what to believe when the people them talk. Don’t you think it’s time for you to put me in the picture?
It look like I am going to have another child next year. I don’t need no doctor to tell me I’m nine weeks pregnant. I don’t tell nobody - them will see for themselves in time. Glad him gone. Me did chase him out. Him too little and nasty. One more mouth to feed, I would like to know what the Lord have in mind for me? You know what it say in the Bible, to them who got shall be given and from them who don’t have shall be taken away. Well at least that was a piece of clever thinking you did going to England. Now you move out of the one camp into the other while me still sitting right there as always with no way of getting out. Maybe me fix up myself with one a them Hinglanman come back to J.A. and got a little something in him pocket. Who knows, such a nice girl like me (smile).
Well, this was just a thank you letter and to give you my little piece of news. Take care of yourself and don’t forget that I’m waiting for explanations.

Your friend,

The novel is not a typical story where you know how things will end even before you've even finished the first page. I promise, you won't! Not until the very last words. And it's more than a mere love story. It’s about faith; about loving the life you see ahead of you, in your dreams. And allowing no one to take it away from you.’
(Joan Barbara Simon, interviewed by Lucy Walton for Female First)

About the Author

Dr Joan Barbara Simon divides her time between researching children’s literacy development and writing fiction. Having obtained her first Ph.D. in educational studies, she’s dared to go for her ultimate challenge: a Ph.D in Creative Writing.  Of herself, she says: ‘I’ve made it my mission to look more closely at undefined spaces as the best way to resist the temptation and comfort of easy answers. I’m interested in a broad range of language issues. Currently wrapping my brain around the political properties of words as polysemic, liminal entities and the nature of their common borders with the visual arts and gendered realities. That said, I’m a nice girl, so talk to me.

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Monday, September 8, 2014

Darby a Intriguing Story by Roy Pipes


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Darby, Hanging Dog, and Doodlebug, Doodlebug, Your House is on Fire are available on  You can read the first two chapters free.


Darby is a story of Danger, Suspense, Romance and Intrigue, Interwoven with the History and Culture of the Appalachians. It contains feuds, duels, and the Appalachian Dialect. The setting begins in 1895 in the small community of Darby in Wilkes County, NC.

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Some of other Roy Pipes books


Hanging Dog is a sequel to my novel Darby, and a story of Love, Romance, Drama, and Intrigue taking place in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina. It tells how Isaac and his wife Shirley struggled to make a life for themselves against what, at times, are seemingly impossible odds. Even though Hanging Dog is a stand-alone novel, it will be slightly more enjoyable if you read Darby first.


In Doodlebug, Doodlebug, Your House is on Fire. I put my love of the Appalachian Mountains and the people there into an intriguing murder mystery involving a three year old boy, the only witness to the murder of his family.  


Thanks for sharing Roy,