Title: I Believe in Butterflies
Author: Marian L. Thomas
Publisher: L.B. Publishing (www.lbpublishingbooks.com)
· ASIN: B06WLN7XN7
Purchasing link: http://amzn.to/2oXxIbf
About the Book:
Seventy-six-year-old Emma Lee Baker has lived a seemingly ordinary life near the banks of Thomas Bay, but a shocking discovery turns her ordinary life into something altogether extraordinary.
Honour Blue Baker is the polar opposite of her gentile mother. There’s only two things in life she fears: her past and the idea of falling in love. Those fears come full circle when she returns to Barrow County to visit her mother, never knowing that her journey home will become a journey of a lifetime.
Twenty-three-year-old Lorraine has hedged her bets on three things: love, butterflies, and the fact that she’s a white woman. When she discovers that her long-held beliefs are nothing more than fallacies, all she’s held dear is shattered. The hard truths force her to seek out a fresh start – far from the life she thought she knew – but that new life will not be without its share of perils.
Three women. One mission. An unparalleled journey for redemption.
About the Author:
Award-winning author, Marian L. Thomas is a dynamic story-teller with five engaging and dramatic novels to her credit. Her books have been seen on national television stations such as the Oprah Winfrey Network, Ovation, and the A&E Network. She has been featured in print magazines, newspapers and a guest on local, national and online radio stations.
With 24 hours left to file last year’s income taxes, at this point, all I have to do is sign, seal, and deliver. Oh, and write a monstrous check to the IRS, but we’ll save that catastrophic circumstance for a future therapy session. I mean, blog.
Tax Day means the three banker’s boxes and myriad electronic documents containing last year’s receipts and financial paperwork can now safely be confined to an internet cloud and the spidery reaches of our basement crawl space, never to be handled again. (IRS Audit Gods willing)
It’s time to—gulp—turn my attention to three and a half months’ worth of this year’s finances, currently cluttering my real and virtual inboxes as well as my poor stressed right-brained brain.
When at last the receipts make it to my office, they sit in a lovely wicker basket patiently awaiting my post-Tax-Day attention. The beauty of the lovely wicker basket is that you can ignore the heap and stash it in the dryer whenever the cleaning lady comes, until it overflows. Then you have to buy a bigger lovely wicker basket, and remember to save the receipt, because it’s a business expense since it goes on your desk in your office when it’s not in the dryer.
Tomorrow, I will devote at least half an hour to processing this year’s receipts.
This entails reaching for the first one, uncrumpling it, and attempting to discern whether it is, indeed, even a receipt? Or is it one of those printouts you get when you buy a gift card? The ones you can never find when the person for whom you bought it tries to use it and can’t even though you spent twenty five bucks plus a $4.95 activation fee?
Typically, upon determining that I do have a bona fide receipt in hand, I remember that my last birthday seems to have robbed me of the ability to distinguish smallish letters from each other, or from numbers, or from a child’s crayon drawings. I pause to search the house for one of my husband’s many pairs of reading glasses—the cheapo kind you buy in four-packs at CVS—because I’m much too young to need, much less buy, my own reading glasses.
Once I’ve borrowed the glasses, Windexed away fingerprints, pawprints, and—are those coffee spatters?—I return to the receipt, and sometimes find that it wasn’t my eyes after all. Occasionally, the type is already faded with age, or courtesy of some store clerk having shirked register-tape-ink responsibilities, or someone (cat? husband?) at one point spilled something on it (coffee? Husband!) and it’s too smeared to read.
Sometimes, even when the receipt is less blurry than it was before the readers, it’s more confusing. Either it’s itemized with cryptic scan numbers and not words (i.e. ABC123SquareRootOfPi instead of paper clips), or the name of the business is missing at the top, or it’s mysterious—i.e., Flummadiddle’s and not Staples or Starbucks.
Thus, it may require a good amount of detective work to determine that two or three seasons ago, I bought a pen or iced tea at a locally-owned shop during a business trip to…wait, which Portland is that?
At last, the receipt has been deciphered, entered into my records, and dropped into another lovely wicker basket to await eventual transport to a banker’s box and (a year from now) the spidery basement. I reach for the next receipt, and—hey, look, three hours have passed and I haven’t written a word of the novel that’s due tomorrow.
I know what you’re thinking.
You’re thinking I should hire an assistant to handle these things. Trust me, assistants come with far more complicated financial paperwork. Oh, yeah, and I just wrote that monstrous check to the IRS so I’m too broke to spend on anything pricier than…uh, whatever it is that I bought back in January for eighty-nine cents at an unrecognizable store in an undisclosed location.
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Genre: YA contemporary romance
Published by Clean Reads
Emme is a sophomore in high school who starts dating, Brendon Agretti, the popular senior who happens to be a senator's son and well-known for his good looks. Emme feels out of her comfort zone in Brendon's world and it doesn't help that his picture perfect ex, Lauren seems determined to get back into his life along with every other girl who wants to be the future Mrs. Agretti. Emme is already conflicted due to the fact her last boyfriend cheated on her and her whole world is off kilter with her family issues. Life suddenly seems easier keeping Brendon away and relying on her crystals and horoscopes to guide her. Emme soon starts to realize she needs to focus less on the stars and more on her senses. Can Emme get over her insecurities and make her relationship work? Life sure is complicated when you're dating the it guy.
He put the magazine between us, and when I moved forward to see it, he put his arm across the back of my chair. Now lots of guys did put their arms on chair backs, even Kirk did that with Rory, and he definitely wasn’t interested in her, but I couldn’t help but hope it meant something. I got this shivery feeling, and he asked if I was cold. I shook my head. I always got a feeling before something major was about to happen, and it has nothing to do with being cold, but I didn’t know why I got the feeling. Grandma used to do the same thing and always said, “Somebody just walked across my grave.” Somehow I didn’t think Brendon would understand if I told him I needed to move my future burial plot to a less high-traffic area.
“Are we still on for the art fair?” he asked.
I had only been circling it with hearts on my calendar since he asked.
“Sure, I think I’m still free,” I said.
We finished up our work, and he walked me out to meet Kylie.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at three tomorrow,” he said, walking off.
“Can I ask a stupid question?” Kylie asked as soon as Brendon was out of earshot. “What’s he like? Because he’s so well-known, and I can’t imagine what it’d be like to grow up with your whole life under a microscope. I mean, my mom remembers his first birthday party pictures being shown on the news. And he’s hot, but he’s not like I-know-I’m-a-hottie hot, but more like a confident, ‘Yes, I am hot. Any questions?’ I mean, he has to have noticed there aren’t any guys who look like him walking around.”
“I should tell him what you said.”
“Don’t you dare,” Kylie said.
“I get what you mean—he’s grown up with everybody knowing his dad and watching him, but he’s pretty down to earth.”
“So what’s up with you two? You guys didn’t do any work last Saturday, and now you’re going to an art fair.”
“I dunno. He just asked me to go with him.”
“Asked you to go with him as his study buddy or asked you to go with him because he’s desperately in love with you?” she asked.
I said we were just friends, but she wouldn’t let it go.
“Okay, duh, obviously I like him, but let’s be honest. He’s out of my league. He’s out of most people’s league. It’s weird because normally if I like a guy then one of two things happens—either he likes me and asks for my number…or I find out he’s not into me and I cry in my pillow and listen to man-hating music for at least three days,” I said. “But this time’s different because he’s, I dunno, not just ‘some guy.’ I mean, I’m not putting up a shrine to him in my room, and I haven’t rooted though his garbage can, but I have as much chance of going out with him as Kirk does of getting an ‘A’ in this class.”
“You listen to man-hating music?” she asked, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “Whatever. Anyway, Em, he’s asked you out once already, and you are seeing him tomorrow. Plus, he’s always staring at you.”
I said he was probably just bored in class today, but she wouldn’t let it go.
“I’m not just talking about today. When we watched the movie on Monday, he watched you instead, and whenever I see you guys, he acts like there’s no one else in the room,” she said.
I couldn’t hold back the big, stupid smile spreading across my face. “He does? For real?”
She nodded. “You know, it’s weird. Here you were all upset you didn’t have a partner at the beginning of the semester, and then you ended up with like, Mr. Perfection, as your partner.”
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Besides mining her teen years and humiliating moments for her novels, Krysten is a also a book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and writes young adult, middle grade, new adult, and adult fiction as well as humor essays. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in Portugal, South Dakota, and currently resides in southwestern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows (she's addicted to American Dad to the point where she quotes episodes on a daily basis and also loves Girl Meets World). She's also a third generation Detroit Lions fan.
Krysten writes about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, frenemies, crushes, fame, first loves, and values. She is the author of True Colors, Best Friends...Forever?, Next Door to a Star, Landry in Like, and Competing with the Star (The Star Series: Book 2). Her debut novel, True Colors, won the Readers Favorite award for best preteen book. Krysten's work has been featured in USA Today, The Flint Journal, the Grand Haven Tribune, the Beavercreek Current, the Bellbrook Times and on Living Dayton.
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Tell us about your latest book.
Success with Stress starts with the assumption you will experience stress in your life. This book explores 5 proactive ideas to spark your personal power to change the duration and frequency of the stress in your life. Stress helps us survive as a species - because of that we want the ability to be stressed. That said, being able to manage stress with greater success is the difference between surviving and thriving. Success with Stress explores five simple ideas to spark your personal power to change the level, duration, and frequency of the stress in your life.
How long did it take you to write your book?
The initial draft for Success with Stress came rather quickly and all at once. It was the editing process that lasted a few months to crystalize the concepts and find the right balance between the simplicity of ideas and the potency of the concepts. The book went through a second birthing cycle working with an art designer to create a whimsical format for a not so whimsical topic.
Did you learn anything from writing your book that was unexpected?
Yes, I learned much that was unexpected – like how much work I still needed to do in managing my own relationship with stress. It’s a constant practice working with the concepts of communication, control and compassion.
What inspired you to become a writer?
There was no single moment of inspiration – it was just something I could not not do. As a young child, words and language fascinated me. It was really through song lyrics and poetry that I found my way to becoming a writer and the free form expression of words to communicate thoughts and feelings.
How do you research your books?
First, I go into an almost manic research stage, diving as deeply as I can into the subject. Next, I talk with people about how this topic actually shows up in their life – to discover the gap between the research and the reality. Lastly, I deeply contemplate all of the research I’ve gathered. It is from these three spaces that my books emerge.
What books or authors have most influenced your life?
Shel Silverstein and Theodor Seuss Geisel “Dr. Suess” for their whimsical and imaginative use of language, Pico Iyer for his ability to speak poignant truth and tell a story at the same time, and Pema Chodron for making complicated concepts simple to ingest.
What are you currently reading?
I’m reading 2 books right now: Nelson Mandela: Portrait of an Extraordinary Man and The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali
When you’re not writing, how do you spend your time?
When not writing or teaching I can be found in movement – hiking, walking, in yoga or trying a new sport. I’m a lifelong learner, avid reader and fan of most any lecture series. I love photography and live music and spending time with my friends and family and just hanging out and being.
What is your work in progress? Tell us about it.
I’m really interested in continuing to help people have conversations they want to have but don’t know how to have or are fearful to have with themselves or others. It sounds really simple to say what you mean, but simple doesn’t mean it’s easy to do. That’s the focus of my next project.
Where can people find out more about you and your writing?
Individuals can find out more about me, my writing, and my company on the Simple Intentions websiteThrive Global, and Mindful Magazine.
Publication date: April 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
About the book:
Mara Goodwin is a professional keeper of secrets, or that is what she intends to be. As a counseling psychology student at Northwestern, Mara’s ambition is unrivaled. She has the grades, the compassion, and the dedication, everything she needs to gain entry into the clinical psychology program.
However, after a traumatic experience leaves Mara in a state of mental distress, she finds herself keeping more secrets than she intended, most of them her own. Finding herself in trouble with the law, her dreams of being a therapist are jeopardized and as a consequence, Mara is ultimately forced into group therapy. While in therapy, Mara holds on to her secrets with a death grip, but when life comes full circle, her past is revealed and with it the potential to destroy her future career, her friendships, and ultimately herself.
Mara is a fighter, even if she doesn’t know it yet, but with each attempt to salvage what she can of her broken life, she is met with a consistent punch to the gut. After being pushed to the edge by meddling roommates, a persistent ex-boyfriend, and a potential new boyfriend, Mara comes to the precipice of her destruction. Yet with her destruction also comes her rebirth, and revelations of love, pain, and growth.
About the Author:
I have loved writing ever since I was a young child in school and after years of procrastination I finally decided to go for it and write my first novel. When I'm not writing or reading I love spending time with my puppy, listening to music, and binge watching shows on Netflix.
Title: Assata Shakur: A 20th Century Escaped Slave
Author: Barbara Casey
In May 1973, Assata Olugbala Shakur was involved in a shootout on the New Jersey Turnpike in which she was accused of killing New Jersey State Trooper Werner Foerster and assaulting Trooper James Harper. This resulted in her indictment of first-degree murder of Foerster and seven other felonies related to the shootout. A member of the Black Panther Party, she became a prime target of the Federal Bureau of Investigations Counterintelligence Program. When she joined the Black Liberation Army and went into hiding, between 1973 and 1977, she was placed on the FBI's Most Wanted List for three bank robberies, the kidnapping and murder of two drug dealers, and the attempted murder of two New Jersey police officers.
In March 1977 Assata Shakur was convicted of murdering state trooper Werner Forrester and was imprisoned. Two years later she broke out of the maximum-security wing of Clinton Correctional Facility in New Jersey, pistol in hand, as she and three cohorts sped out of the prison grounds. In 1984 she was granted political asylum in Cuba where she has lived ever since. On May 2, 2013, the FBI added her to the Most Wanted Terrorist List, the first woman to be listed. Assata Shakur: A 20th Century Escaped Slave is the story of Assata Shakur, before she became a fugitive and since.
Barbara Casey is the author of several award-winning novels for both adults and young adults, as well as book-length works of nonfiction true crime and numerous articles, poems, and short stories. Her previous nonfiction true crime work, Kathryn Kelly: The Moll behind Machine Gun Kelly, has been optioned for a major film and television series. In addition to her own writing, she is an editorial consultant for independent publishers and writers, and president of the Barbara Casey Agency, established in 1995, representing authors throughout the United States, Great Britain, Canada, and Japan. Barbara lives on a mountain in Georgia with her husband and three dogs who adopted her: Benton, a hound-mix; Fitz, a miniature dachshund; and Gert, a Jack Russel terrier of sorts.
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