Book Spotlight: Leaving Triscuit by Will Pollock

Welcome to my tour stop of “Leaving Triscuit” by Will Pollock, presented by Elite Book Tours.  To follow the full tour, please visit here.


Say “hello” to better good-byes! “Leaving Triscuit” is a blueprint on how you can heal the stress of leaving pets while you’re away for work or leisure. This poignant and personal story is woven with advice from animal- and human-behavior experts who contribute affirming, indispensible strategies to strengthen and even improve the unique bond between pet and parent. Using picture imaging and harnessing the innate, unspoken connection between pet and parent, your separation anxiety will fade away and a greater understanding will be formed.

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Triscuit gazed at me with forlorn eyes and a worried mug. Agitated and distressed, she was in effect saying, ‘Good grief, not again.’ Triscuit hopped on the bed and straight into the suitcase, as if to plant her flag and insist I pack her, too. As a canine parent, you know this doggie agenda: eyes as big as saucers, ears pinned back, shoulders slumped, spirit hanging low. Like Triscuit and so many other dogs and cats of her intuitive ilk, she knew.


Will Pollock is a freelance multimedia journalist, content wrangler, artist and author based in Atlanta. His love of dogs and animals began early on when his family owned a Great Pyrenees in New York City named Yeti. He decided to write “Leaving Triscuit” after the stress of leaving his beloved Rat Terrier, Triscuit, while on a three-week trip to Ireland. Separation anxiety is a problem for most pet owners, and the tips and strategies Will learned from experts will help ease that pain.


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Book Spotlight: Learning to Stutter by Sherm Davis

Welcome to my tour stop of “Learning to Stutter” by Sherm Davis, presented by Elite Book Tours.  To follow the full tour, please visit here.



Kenneth Kocher seems to have it all – a good heart, a sense of humor, decent looks, and lots of money. What he doesn’t have is something most of us take for granted – freedom of speech. Kenneth lives with a severe stutter which has wreaked havoc with his life since childhood.

After much embarrassment, pain and soul-searching, Kenneth realizes that to free his inner self he must accept the fact that he cannot be cured, and that he must learn to stutter with grace. Along the way he meets another stutterer and a young widow who are both dealing with the stumbling blocks in their own lives.

Using an experimental syntax to portray the neurological component of the syndrome, the novel gives the reader a unique view of stuttering from the inside out.



This is an extraordinary book. It’s the inside dope on stuttering. And if one person was born to tell the story, it’s David Sherman. And does he have a story to tell. The plot is consummate, the writing proficient, the pacing skillful, with a clarity of detail that renders it very realistic. After awhile, I found myself caring about all the characters, even (or particularly) the minor ones, oftentimes because they reminded me of myself, and were therefore incredible familiar. It is a reflection of the author’s versatility –as educator, in math and Language Arts, as musician and writer –and diversity –Jewish, New York born and bred, having resided all over the world –that some parts of the writing even speak to the Oriental in me. As each of the characters, stuttering and non-, go about their lives, problem-solving, adapting, you cannot help but see the parables at a universal level. Resonant, poignant, and ultimately elucidatory, this book get an A+ from me.

—- Ling T., Guatemala

In addition to those who struggle with dysfluency and their friends and family, I highly recommend this novel to educators and speech pathologists to ensure their understanding of the multi-faceted impact that this neurological syndrome can have on one’s identity.

—- Shari Mayerson, MS, CCC-SLP


Why is the name so difficult? Perhaps because there is no way to reach into the verbal bag of tricks which every person who stutters carries with him in a desperate attempt to seem normal. Word substitution (the favorite of all stutterers who block more on certain sounds than others) is impossible when the name is fixed and finite. Linking the end of one sound to the start of another to increase fluidity is impossible also, because the name begins with a specific sound, and most stuttering occurs on the initial syllable of a word.

But the great author, unaware of Kenneth Kocher’s internal trauma, was in a hurry, and only scribbled his name and gave a cursory nod before moving on to the next person in line. It was only as he was walking away that KK realized that he was fixating on his own name, and hadn’t said a single word to one of his personal heroes.
On the heels of this humiliation, he still had one more errand to run, and it was better to get it over with early in the day. When he entered the toy and game store, he really didn’t know what he was looking for. He walked up and down the aisles of the small shop, but couldn’t find anything that struck his fancy. Finally the shopkeeper, a jovial man in his fifties, horseshoe bald with a red pate and dramatic waxed moustache like the character from Monopoly, came over and played the part.
“What are you looking for, son?”
“A gift for my six-year-old nephew,” was the sentence that formed itself with perfect clarity, sonority and resonance in his brain. But just after the sentence was formed, he scanned ahead and found a stutter reflex embedded in the /g/ in gift. Automatically, he sought to substitute a synonym, but in this case he couldn’t even substitute the word present, because the /p/ was his nemesis, the hardest sound in the lexicon and one to be avoided at almost any cost. So he got past the opening vowel and then hit the hard /g/ like an electric fence. His larynx locked and he started pushing against it with brute force, but it wouldn’t budge. His face and neck started twitching, and his left eye was blinking out of control. The harder he pushed, the harder he jerked and twitched.[1]
Finally he caught hold of himself and let go of his breath. Inhaling anew, he substituted one sound for another. “^Ssssssomething fffffor mmmmy nephew.” It was stilted and spasmodic, but got the point across, more or less.
He could see the surprise in the storekeeper’s face, but he was used to seeing this. All his life, he had been watching people try to figure out how to respond to his twisted speaking voice.
“Well,” the man said, maintaining an amiable front, “what is your nephew like?”
The second interaction of the day, and it wasn’t going well, either. He was floundering in a neurological rut, and he couldn’t make it stop. His larynx slammed shut on its own accord, his left arm shot into the air like it was connected to an invisible string, and the muscles in his face and neck began quivering under the strain. He pulled himself together and responded slowly, too slowly, “^~I…. ^d-d-don’t know. I nnnnnever see him.”
“Hmm,” the shopkeeper tugged at his moustache. “That makes it a bit more difficult, but I’m sure we have something. Are you looking for something educational, mechanical, sports-oriented, or just plain fun?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Sssomething he ‡can ^g-grow into.”
The paunchy man nodded sagely from behind his suspenders and his bowtie. “I’ve got just the thing,” he said, and went into the back roozm. The shopkeeper returned with a magnetic construction set, simple enough for a young boy but advanced enough for his father to enjoy as well, and handed him the box. “What do you think?”
KK nodded his appreciation and gave a thumbs-up, too taut to say anything. On other days, he might have made the effort to ask the man to gift-wrap the box, but when a day began like this, every word was precious.
“This is a gift for a nephew who lives far away?” the man deduced. “Would you like me to wrap it for you?”
Exhaling a sigh of relief for the man’s telepathy and compassion, KK nodded his head and handed him a credit card. Walking out of that toy store, he was unable to even thank the man. Cursing himself and vowing to never shop in a store again for as long as he lived – he’d shop online instead – he stuffed the gift in his backpack and started power walking through the streets.


This bilingual English/Spanish collection contains pieces ranging from flash fiction to folktale. Set in New York, New & Old Mexico, Guatemala, Italy, and the future, eight morsels of Zap Fiction lead off the collection, and five longer stories close it out. The Spanish translations, the product of a team of professionals, are as true to the original English as possible.
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David Howard Sherman Davis is a writer, musician and international educator who has taught in five countries on four continents. Born in Brooklyn, New York, and raised on Long Island, he currently lives by Lake Atitlán in Guatemala. His journalism and fiction have appeared in the United States, Canada, Guatemala, and online.


Book Spotlight: Walton 2016 by Andrew Rickert

Welcome to the blog tour of “Walton 2016” by Andrew Rickert.  The full schedule for the tour can be found here.



James P. Walton, the famed business tycoon, has been elected the 45th President of the United States. Construction of the first wall begins within months of his inauguration. The great American exodus soon follows.

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The cities, aptly named by President Walton “Los Mexicos 1”, “Los Mexicos 2” and so on, had been flattened by the combined might of 2 million pounds of weekly ordinance eight times since the program’s inception. As part of his “Bring America Back” program, Walton had assured that 15,000 American workers had been hired to rebuild the city once every two months after 16 million pounds of American destruction. These workers were submitted to rigorous background checks to prove that they were, at least, 2nd generation Americans. Third generation, 4th generation, and so on were given far more opportunities for advancement within the program.

The program had employed 5,000 construction workers, 3,200 road workers, 2,500 plumbers, 2,000 electricians, 1,000 engineers, 700 network technicians, and 600 employees at a mannequin factory that produced all of the models for the slightly brown-colored mannequins that were to be the Super Shop Mart employees and customers. President Walton was proud of “Bring America Back.” Los Mexicos 9 promised to be even bigger than Los Mexicos 8 and was expected to hire as many as 20,000 Americans. It would come complete with roads, electricity, water, functioning internet, a working subway system, and two Super Shop Marts.


Andrew grew up in Atlanta, Georgia. He attended the University of Kansas, where he studied History, and was one of the few people with a southern accent. He will defend the fact that Lawrence, KS is one of the great places of this earth to the death.

He is a proud lifelong computer nerd, as well as history geek. It is unconfirmed, but Andrew may also have the record for number of times watching Big Trouble in Little China.

His writing is influenced not only by imagination and love for exploring creativity, but also his experiences as a delivery driver, bouncer, competitive mixed martial artist, power lifter, and traveler.

Andrew was once robbed and semi-kidnapped in Vietnam. Ask him and he’ll probably tell you the story.

Spotlight: When I Grow Up by Matt Williams

Name: When I Grow Up
Author: Matt Williams
Illustrator: Elizabeth Collyer
Publisher: Vivid Publishing


When I grow up there’s lots of things I’d like to be:
But how am I supposed to know which job is right for me?

This delightful story will encourage children to use their imagination and dream about what their future holds.

The book comes with access to a worksheet for young readers to complete to reinforce the ideas raised in the story.




Author Matt Williams resides in Newcastle, NSW and is the proud father of two gorgeous kids, Mikayla and Harry. He’s an Early Childhood educator with 15 years experience in the industry. Matt has a passion for encouraging children to read books as he’s seen firsthand the benefits it brings to a child’s development. Matt’s vision for this book is to create a story that provokes discussion and encourages children to dream about their possible future profession. The book comes with access to a worksheet available online to print and complete after reading the story. This worksheet is designed to be an engaging and productive way to reinforce the ideas from the book.


Book Spotlight: Shielded Past by Patti Morelli

Welcome to my tour stop of Shielded Past by Patti Morelli.  The full tour schedule can be seen here.



Shielded Past is riveting and full of suspense. So many questions need to be answered. We find out about Kate’s life in foster care after being abandoned by her mother. We meet Annie Collins, her best friend since their high school days.

Kate meets her ideal man and they purchase their dream home. This home was restored to its magnificent grandeur by her husband Gregg, and it is here that the intrigue begins. There is a light that shines every evening from the adjacent abandoned Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital in New Jersey, and with this, the suspense commences. We journey with Kate and Annie as they seek answers to the source of the light.

It is not only the light they are seeking answers to, Kate’s past is also in question. Her seemingly bright future becomes more clouded by the unknown as the questions multiply. Kate wants to know who she is and finds out rather quickly that she was lucky to be shielded from her past. The forces that must be contended with are both dark and light. The two are not always distinguishable, and knowing who to trust is not always obvious. When Kate finds out her real surname, it connects her to a family she never knew existed. With the help of her new found family the past is unravelled and the truth about her parents is revealed.

Kate must now live with the memories of the horrors that were inflicted on her loved ones. Meet the man and learn his reasons for torturing so many innocent victims. The suspense does not end here.

There are questions that still remain. Was there a connection to her dream home and her past? Why does Kate and all those who love her feel that she is in danger?


Patti’s first book was written under a pen name because the personal contents. Her book was the first in 2014 to received the Gold Seal of Literacy Excellence through Trafford Publishing.

Patti Morelli was born in Manhattan, she previously lived in Staten Island, New York and Marlboro, New Jersey. Patti now resides in Oxford, Florida

Patti has achieved success in business, politics, marriage, motherhood as well as the challenges life has given her. She is a mother of three and now enjoys the moments shared with her children and her two grandchildren.

Patti’s husband suffered a massive stroke in 2008, being his caretaker has open a world she had never known before. She finds peace in her writing, Patti has been writing for over 30 years, she now has the confidence to publish her work.

Shielded Past was written over ten years ago, after Patti viewed the grounds of the Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital. She said standing in the halls of the building, she felt an eeriness that could not be explained. Through her vivid imagination and her love for suspense novels, she conjured up the characters and then invented what could have happened in this hospital many years before.


Kate walked over to the window and saw the light also. When the light moved, Sam barked again.
“You know something is out there, don’t you Sam, you’re a good boy.”

Annie walked over to one of the windows, exclaiming, “Look Kate you can see the side of your house from here. I can see your bedroom window. This must be the room that the light comes from and look, there is a staircase in the hallway.”

“A family has been reunited because of their faith in God. They have truly suffered in the past and are being rewarded by the Lord because of their strong faith.  This is a day of rejoicing for this wonderful family and for all of us. This is a blessed day. Let us pray and praise the Lord for His mercy and kindness.”

“What a case. This man is like an onion, I peel one layer and another one appears. Where do I start?

One night, when I had gone to bed, he locked my door and then I heard the car leave. I looked out of my window towards the hospital and about ten minutes later I saw a light go on, it was on the second floor. I shuddered, remembering how he would go into Joshua’s room at night. Could that be Joshua’s room, I thought to myself?
“I was not always this monster. I believed I was going to change the world for the better. I truly wanted to help people.”

“Are you kidding me? We are dealing with possibly two murderers out there and you are falling in love with me? Don’t you think there is something wrong with this picture?”

Author Spotlight: A Gathering of Butterflies by Sean C. Wright

Welcome to my tour stop for “A Gathering of Butterflies” by Sean C. Wright.  The tour runs from October 26-30 and the full tour schedule can be found here.


Tales of steely but vulnerable women of color will melt your heart while lifting your spirits… A fierce grandmother keeps her grandson from the clutches of Old Scratch in Devil Does Dallas. An alien abduction transforms a large, miserable woman in Hazel Hogan. A country girl meets a city girl on her birthday, and struggles to decide if the girl’s heart is dark or light in Bubble Bath Twelve. And methodical Genie forms an unlikely relationship in Heaven’s Halfway House while in a coma.


Sean C. Wright is native to Dallas, TX, and earned a degree in English from University of North Texas. She is the author of the short story collection A Gathering of Butterflies, the novella Honey Riley. Actress Jessica Biel directed a short film based on her winning essay in 2010: Sodales (18 minutes). For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–for business or consumer needs–visit


Devil Does Dallas
One, two, three
The devil’s after me.
Four, five, six
He started throwing sticks.
Seven, eight, nine
He missed me every time.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.  Amen!
— Children’s song
             “It’s time again,” Lucifer said aloud, “to remind them that I’m still here. “
Pay It Forward with Kindness, Oprah’s Angel Network, Feed the Hungry, Save a Tree, Adopt a Child from a Third World Country, Live Greener.  And the Debauchery Report was pitiful.  Murder was down fifteen percent, lying twenty-five.  Adultery numbers plummeted a whopping forty percent.
Lucifer’s cloven feet clopped on the hot, stone floor as he strolled to the cages that held his three pet snakes — Slither, Hiss and Fangs.   
“Daddy’s going away for a little while, babies.  You be. . .bad.”
 Saddam Hussein caught sight of Lucifer walking out of Hell. 
“Where are you going, Boss?” 
“Up there to recruit,” Lucifer told him, “Keep the fires burning until I get back.”
Lucifer liked Saddam.  He reminded Lucifer of himself when he was expelled from Heaven.   Whenever Lucifer’s internal fires dimmed, he recalled the incident.  It helped him keep his venom.  
God frowned when Lucifer rolled around Heaven on roller skates.
God shook his head when Lucifer tie-dyed his white frock. 
God scowled when Lucifer got the rebel angels together and played what would later be labeled The Devil’s Music – Rock ‘n Roll and jazz.    Not everybody wanted to hear harps’ incessant plink, plink, plink.
“Lucifer,” God had said, pursing his lips, when he got called into the office, “It’s just not working out.”
“What?” he had asked.
“Souls are here for peace and serenity.  You and the other angels you associate with are disruptive.”
“But, God, not all people lived their earthly lives the same, so why should everyone live the afterlife the same?
“Son, please give me your wings,” God retorted, his voice keeping its even cadence.  His voice hadn’t wavered, but Lucifer saw God’s face had That Look.  It was the look He had when someone begged Him to help, but He couldn’t because the person’s prayers weren’t destiny.  Then God’s sad face became His omniscient one. 
“You think I’m trouble,” Lucifer had growled.
“I didn’t say that—“
“You didn’t have to, God.  I’ve known you an eternity!” 
And with that, he had removed his wings from his back, thrown them in God’s face, and stormed out of Heaven.  Lucifer had even scared himself with the sudden display of temper, but he felt happier and freer than he had ever felt in his afterlife.  But Lucifer hadn’t wanted to steal God’s glory.  He only wanted fun.
Lucifer treaded the murk to Earth’s portals, his scaly lips curling in annoyance.  Recruiting would be so much easier if it weren’t for the rules.  He could only stay on Earth each time in terms of 6 – 6 years, 6 months, and 6 days; 6 months, 6 days, and six hours, and so on.  Lucifer could not make anyone do anything.  He could only tempt, that is, dangle the bait and collect those souls that bit.   Once a person realized who he was, he had to leave Earth – even if his term of sixes had not been finished.
His anger had pushed aside his focus.  Where was Lucifer going on Earth?  Did it really matter?  Potential sinners were everywhere.  Here was as good a place as any.  Lucifer rose from the earth, taking gentle care to brush off the grub worms and beetles that clung to him; he had a soft spot for creepy, crawly things in decaying matter.  He scanned the sable of night until he found the pot of bubbling decadence.  A city.   Pin points of candy-colored lights, tall buildings, and the faint roar of car motors.   
He was so excited that he did not even take note of the sign:  WELCOME TO DALLAS.
Lucifer stood under a lamp post in the thick of downtown.  Sometimes a small child or a dog spotted him, but there was no chance of that here.    
Lucifer zeroed in on a Latina, waiting for the bus.   Esperanza.  She was twenty-eight.  Esperanza was the oldest of six children.  Growing up, her mother had given her slaps and ugly words when her younger siblings got into mischief or she burned the food.  A hole.  She had lost her father at seventeen.   The hole widened.  After her father’s death, Esperanza spent her adult life helping her thankless mother, who never learned to speak English.  When the lack of love and validation yielded self-loathing, she swallowed a whole bottle of pills at twenty-one.  Esperanza spent four months in a mental hospital.   When her mother had died of a stroke two years ago, she had thought, “Madre, may you eat a burnt dinner with el diablo every night.” She was single and worked as a maid cleaning warehouses in downtown Dallas. Esperanza did nothing more exciting than eat Hot Pockets and watch American Idol and Spanish soap operas at home. 
Lucifer could hardly wait to see what came next.   But just before he could get more information, Esperanza reached into the neck of her blouse, pulled out a rope of beads.   She fingered the charm on the end of the necklace absentmindedly.  Let it dangle, exposed.  Lucifer recoiled.  A crucifix.  Damn, Esperanza’s name meant hope and she had the faith! 
Her bus came.  Esperanza climbed on and it pulled away.  Lucifer looked after her, his beady eyes glazed with disgust. 
But the night was yet a baby. 

Interview & Excerpt: The Replacements by David Putnam


Welcome to my tour stop of The Replacements by David Putnam.  The tour runs from August 24-28 and follow the tour here.

The first novel The Disposables was a finalist for the SCIBA award last year. This year The Replacements has also been chosen as a finalist for the SCIBA (Southern California Independent Book Sellers Association).


TheReplacementsBruno Johnson, ex-detective with Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department and an ex-convict, is hiding out from the FBI in Costa Rica, tending bar to support eight children he illegally rescued from abusive homes. Partway through a normal day, Barbara Wicks, a former colleague and the chief of police for Montclair, California, walks into his bar. Bruno is shocked to the core.  Is she there to arrest him and take him back to California? Turns out she’s there to request Bruno’s help.  Two children have been kidnapped.

The kidnapper, Jonas Mabry, was himself a victim whom Bruno rescued as a small child.  Now Mabry demands a fool’s retribution, a million dollar ransom, and Bruno to put his life on the line to get the money. In this twisted turn of fate, Bruno returns as a wanted criminal to California.  Despite the risk of arrest and even his life, he cannot turn his back on these kids.  And neither can Bruno’s girlfriend, Marie.


1. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Denzel Washington for Bruno.

2.  How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? Do you have any name choosing resources you recommend?

I definitely think the name is important for a character. I keep a notebook where I log all sorts of ideas and names. I don’t have a resource but I’m constantly on the look out of a name that rings true to me.

3.  What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Having one of my novels published and having Michael Connelly endorse it. That was a thrill.

4.  Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Still plugging away at writing always continuing to improve on my craft and presentation.

5.  Were you already a great writer? Have you always like to write?

I had no idea how to write and look back on some earlier attempts and cringe (not that I know how to write now. I’m always learning). I have always loved to write to tell a story.

6.  What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?


7.  If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

I would still be out there chasing crooks if I wasn’t so old and slow. I truly loved that job. I would stay at a detective level though, once I promoted to sergeant a lot of the fun left the job for me.

8.  Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I do read every review I can find and I do it to see what people think. Everyone has their own opinion and I value it no matter good or bad. I read a lot of books and I understand that for myself sometimes I’m in the wrong place emotionally when reading a particular book. That’s why I give a book three chances over the space of a couple of months and I don’t put it down until after the third chance if I still don’t like it.

9.  What is your best marketing tip?

Today’s publishing world is in a state of constant flux, what works one day doesn’t for another. Having a good product is key and then just get out there and talk to folks.

10.  What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

The marketing I’d rather be writing.


The day the house bled started out sunny and warm. I was a rookie street cop in South Central Los Angeles. I worked uniform patrol for the sheriff ’s department, a job that could impact the community in so many positive ways. I ferreted out the predators, either put them in jail or prodded them until they moved on to another neighborhood. I liked working with the kids the most. I tried to find them before they were corrupted by the cancerous part of the street. There were the lost causes, but most kids wanted to better themselves and were hungry for guidance.
The absolute worst part of the job was bearing witness to the lowest ebb of humanity. I never could understand the motivation, the reasoning, the excuses for harming children. Because there weren’t any. Not in this world or any other.
The day of the horrible bleeding house incident started out great. A Blood by the name of Little Ghost had been dodging me for weeks. Anytime I was able to feed my handcuffs with a predator gave me a warm feeling. He’d set up shop slinging rock cocaine two blocks from a middle school, and I hadn’t been able to nab him. That day I put on a gray raincoat over my uniform and snuck up on him through a back alley, caught him right in the middle of a hand-to-hand deal.
So I was having a good day until the call to “keep the peace” came my way. I pulled up to a house in East Compton. White Street, west of Atlantic. A house like any other on the street, light blue with dark blue trim, maybe maintained a little better with a mowed lawn and a trimmed hedge. A man in slacks and a long- sleeve blue dress shirt stood out front wringing his hands, his expression one of genuine concern. I pulled up and parked half in the driveway, half in the street, and got out. “How can I help you, sir?”
“My name’s Micah Mabry, and I’m worried about my kids, Jonas, Betsy, and Sally. Jonas is five, Betsy’s seven, and Sally, she’s…she’s eight. Yes…yes, she’s eight last October. I knocked and knocked and they won’t answer the door. Please, you have to help me. Please.”
“Okay, Mr. Mabry, slow down and start from the beginning.” “Right, right, sure. My wife Bella and I are separated. We’re
getting a divorce.” “I’m sorry.”
He waved off the apology. “It’s okay, it’s a long story. But two nights ago she was supposed to meet me at McDonald’s. I was supposed to get my three kids for the weekend.”
Dispatch hadn’t told me this was a hostage exchange—the term used for child custody conflicts. The adults never acted like  adults,  and  the  losers  were  always  the  children  caught between  parents  they  loved,  with  their  petty  conflicts  and wounded egos. The parents’ bitter emotions were the worst to deal with in these incidents. People became irrational. Child custody calls tore at my gut. I couldn’t stand to see children cry and I always had to suppress the urge to do something about it.
Mabry continued, “She never showed up. I’ve tried to call her for the last two days, so I came over here. Listen, I’m going to tell you up front, she has a restraining order against me, and I’m not supposed to be here.”
No wonder she wasn’t answering the door. I  couldn’t allow him to stay if he was telling the truth about the TRO, the temporary restraining order. I said, “Do you have the court custody papers signed by the judge?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He pulled them from his back pocket. I checked; they were complete and in order. He was right, it was his turn to have the kids. “Okay,” I said, “Here’s the deal. All I’m allowed to do in this case is take a report and submit it to the DA as a violation of a court order, a PC 166.4—”
“You can’t make her give me my kids?”
“No, you have to have your attorney pull her back into family court.”
“Come on, that can take forever.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I sat in the front seat and filled in the report form while he stood in the open door of the patrol unit staring down. I knew he was staring at me, and I couldn’t look up at him. He pulled out his wallet. “Deputy Johnson, you have kids?”
I was raising my daughter on my own and found it damn difficult to juggle her upbringing with an ever-shifting patrol schedule. I knew how hard it was to raise children and disliked him a little for throwing the kid card.
He held out his wallet, the plastic sleeves cloudy from overuse. The kids were cute. What child wasn’t? I wrote the case number down on a business card, got out, and stood in the open door. I handed it to him. Micah Mabry stared at the card as if it were a disappearing lifeline.
I said, “Ah, hell. You knocked?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been here for an hour. I’ve knocked again and again the entire time. I know they’re in there. Please, Deputy?”
Son of a bitch. I reached in and picked up the mic. “Two- fifty-five-Adam, start another unit to back. I’m going to force entry.”
I’d hardly unkeyed the mic when Sergeant Foreman came up on the air. “Negative, Two-fifty-five-Adam. Stand by, I’m responding.”
Once Foreman arrived, no way would he do  anything other than what the book said.
I tossed the mic onto the seat. The window configuration of the house, outlined in dark blue paint against the light blue of the house, made the windows look like the eyes of a monster.  I walked with purpose to the front door. I’d made up my mind and didn’t want to think about the consequences. I knocked loud enough for the neighbors to hear. No answer. “What’s your wife’s name?”
“Bella. Her name’s Bella, but this won’t do any good. I’ve tried.”
I believed him and was beginning to have a bad feeling about the entire situation. I yelled, “Bella, this is Deputy Johnson with the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department. I need you to open the door. Come to the door and talk to me. Now.” Something was wrong about the whole setup. Anxiety rose up in me, and I could no longer follow proper protocol.
I looked down just as water, a little at first, then more, seeped under the door and out onto the porch.
I stepped back and booted the door.



During his law enforcement career, David Putnam worked primarily in California on special teams for Patrol, Investigations, SWAT, Narcotics, Violent Crimes, Criminal Intelligence, Internal Affairs, Detective Bureau and as child protective services coordinator.
He rounded out his law enforcement career with a few years in the Hawaiian Islands as a Special Agent-part of a real-life “Hawaii-50″ team.
He’s now retired from law enforcement and spends his time growing organic California avocados and writing, with his wife Mary and their two dogs.

Spotlight: Violet Chain by J Kahele

Welcome to my tour stop of Violet Chain by J Kahele!  This is a contemporary romance novel.  The tour runs from August 24 – 28 with reviews and excerpts.

About the book:

After catching her fiancé with another woman at their engagement party, Violet Townsend’s world is turned upside down.

Desperate to numb the pain, she falls into the arms of charming, young entrepreneur Chain Alexander.

Chain, a notorious womanizer of Philadelphia, not looking for anything more than a night of pleasure with a woman, is drawn to Violet instantly. There is something about her that he needs and wants so desperately and it’s not just sex.

But Violet is resistant. Can she open her heart again after having it broken so brutally? And more importantly, should she?

This book is intended for mature audiences only!





The silent communication in her eyes, the stillness of her body told me she knew I was hurting.
Her hand cupped the nape of my neck. “It’s okay, I’m here—I’m here,” she whispered as she kissed each tear on my cheek.

She slanted her mouth to capture mine and kissed me slowly as her hand curled around my body, pulling me against hers. I drew a breath and held it as her lips caressed my neck.

I was falling.



In love with her.

A chill swept across me as the warmth of her body left mine and she sat up, sliding off the t-shirt I had given her to wear to bed, then slid on top of me. Her deft fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers, light kisses raining from her lips against my skin as she moved down my body, sliding my boxers off and throwing them to the side. She reached to the nightstand to grab a condom, when my hand stopped hers. I wanted to feel all of her—bare.

Her eyes blinked hard as I flipped her over and slid on top of her.

As our sleek bodies moved feverishly against each other, I held her tight, wanting to remember the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. This was where I wanted to be, this was where I belonged, buried inside of her.

As we found our release together, her body fell limp against mine and I wrapped my arms around her, never wanting to let her go. I raised my head to look down at her and could see tears forming in her eyes and I knew for that moment, she was completely mine and I was hers. And I knew I was ruined, I would never feel the same way about another woman as I felt about Violet.  I kissed her softly on the lips.


I am a proud mother of three daughters who are my absolute complete existence. I write to relieve the scattered thoughts that stream through my mind, constantly. My biggest downfall is that I am a huge procrastinator, which makes my life at times hectic!



Character Interview & Giveaway: Celtic Sister by Meira Pentermann

Welcome to the tour of Celtic Sister by Meira Pentermann.  The full tour schedule can be seen at

A man looking for his sister meets a woman running from her past. A notebook filled with cryptic clues leads them on an unexpected adventure.

Celtic Sister is a tender portrayal of a woman propelled on the journey of her life – both literally and spiritually. Told with a compelling mix of realism and humor, the sensitive issues of marital abuse and alcoholism are woven into an unsolved mystery. The result is a meaningful tale of courage and love.

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On slow, snowy days in her Colorado home, Meira Pentermann enjoys cozying up on the couch with a novel. Naturally, snow is not a requirement; neither is the couch. In fact, she sees no reason not to indulge in reading three-hundred-and-sixty-five days a year. Dystopian science fiction, mysteries, and young adult titles top her Kindle list, but legal thrillers and chik-lit make an appearance now and then.
When not absorbed in writing or reading, Meira enjoys life’s little moments with her family – the love and devotion of her black lab, the quiet wisdom of her artistic twenty-five-year-old, the trials and triumphs of her petite ninth grader, and the unlimited encouragement offered by her Dutch husband.
Meira strives to write stories that deliver the unexpected. She prefers down-to-earth characters that look and behave like regular folks. The prom queen and Adonis take a backseat to reclusive, soul-searching heroines and quirky, introverted gentlemen.
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How do you feel about your family, now that you’re an adult?

I’m thirty-four years old, and I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, so I’m not sure I fully qualify as an adult. But it’s a valid question. My sister has been missing for fifteen years, and I think of her every day. Emma was a spiritual person. Always talking about God’s plan. At the time, I was a smart-alecky college student. I told her, “You’re becoming a bit of a religious freak, Em.” Now I think I get it, you know? Everything happens for a reason. Life has meaning. You’ve got a purpose. That kind of thing. I wish I could tell her now that I understand.


What do you want from life?

Ah, the paradox. Everyone has a purpose, but I have no clue what mine is supposed to be. I’ve been a construction worker, legal assistant, waiter, bartender, and check-in clerk for a rental car agency. I’ve dropped out of med school – not once – but two times. Clearly, that’s not part of the plan. And the latest? (waves a textbook in the air) Crime Scene Investigation.


If you were granted three wishes, what would you ask for?

More than anything I’d like to know the fate of my sister. Then I’d like to find a fulfilling career. After that? Maybe a girlfriend. Someone who gets my tendency to be dramatic.


What three things would you take to a Desert Island?

My dog, Roxy.

A large box of Milk Bones.

A jumbo package of spaghetti. . . although then I’d need a pot, and I can’t ask for a fourth item. The Milk Bones are non-negotiable, so maybe I should go with a Costco-sized jar of marinara sauce.


In your relationship with others, how are you different with family than you are with friends? Why?

I’m pretty frank with my friends, but I have to walk on eggshells around my parents. They are convinced that Emma is dead. They’ve grieved and sorted through her things. It’s too painful for them to talk about her. When I had this experience. . . how do I explain it? It was an understanding that Emma was still alive and living another life somewhere. When I told my mom about it, she nearly lost a gasket. She thinks I’m crazy, and she wishes I would just go study medicine and move on.


How do you fall in love? At first sight? Over a long period?

Oh, the love question. Are women reading this? Lust at first sight is no problem, but in general people have to grow on me – friends and girlfriends. It’s been several years since I’ve dated. That guy who dropped out of med school. I’m not exactly reeling in the females with that status.


What parts of loving come easy for you? Hard?

I love flirting, but that’s not hard. I probably have a fear of losing the women I love. Hey, maybe I should look into becoming a psychiatrist. What do you think?


How do you decide if you can trust someone? Experience with others? With this person? First impressions? Intuition? Do you test the person somehow? Or are you just generally disposed to trust or not to trust?

Ugh. Maybe psychiatry is not for me because these questions are hurting my brain. It’s too painful to think about my trust issues, so clearly I have some. Nevertheless, I rely on intuition. And I also trust my dog’s opinion of people. Her intuition is even more finely-tuned than mine.


When you walk into a room, what do you notice first? Second?

If there is a dog, I notice the dog. Then maybe a girl if she looks interesting. After that, books. Books remind me of Emma.


When you walk into a room, what do you expect people to notice about you?

Probably my mood. I’m fairly passionate. Like either really excited or mad. I don’t do the whole detached and disinterested routine.


Describe yourself to me.

Brown hair, clean cut. I wear cowboy boots everywhere I go, even though I’ve never ridden a horse. I’m just over six feet tall. That’s on the physical side. You already know about my tumultuous personality and my dry sense of humor.


Is one sense more highly developed than another? (Are you more visual, or audial, etc, or do you rely on the famous sixth sense?)

I’m getting more comfortable with my sixth sense. . . especially after my spiritual experience at the Avis Rent-a-Car. Don’t ask.


Did you turn out the way you expected? The way your parents predicted?

I haven’t really turned out yet. So, no, I guess. And my parents still think I’m going to med school. I’m not really proud of the decade of my life I pissed away. But there’s still hope for me. All I’ve got to do is find Emma, figure out a career, and get qualified for said career. Piece of cake.


What really moves you, or touches you to the soul?

I suppose I’ll tell you about the Avis Rent-a-Car epiphany now. Yeah, you asked for it, man. So here goes. This happened about four years ago. I was hungover one morning, standing behind the counter at Avis Rent-a-Car, staring out the window. I could see the planes taking off and landing. It was sort of hypnotic. For some reason, Emma’s face popped into my head. I’d tried so hard to suppress the feelings year after year; I’d almost forgotten what she looked like. But all of a sudden, there she was smiling at me. Then I realized she’d be older. She wouldn’t look like that, you know? I was thirty. She’d be twenty-eight. For a moment the idea almost suffocated me. My sister could be out there, and I might not even recognize her. Or she might be dead, only a memory, forever frozen in the image of a seventeen-year-old girl. . . Then the most amazing thing happened. I felt this sudden calm come over me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. There was this presence. It enveloped me and embraced me. I heard a voice. It was in my head, but it wasn’t my own thoughts, you know? “She is okay,” was all it said, but in that instant I knew. I just knew she was someplace safe and she had gone wherever she went for a reason, for a greater purpose. . . Crazy shit, right?


What’s the one thing you have always wanted to do but didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t? What would happen if you did do it?

If there is someone out there who scared my sister or lied to the police or hid information from my parents. . . then I’d like to tackle that guy. I’d knock him down and slap handcuffs on him. Then I’d say, “Huzzah.” Weren’t expecting that from the guy who had a spiritual epiphany at a rental car agency, were you?


What do you consider are your strengths?

I’m fairly charming, and I’m an awesome student.


What do you consider are your weaknesses?

I can’t finish anything I start.


What is one physical attribute you are proud of?

I have a nice build. I keep myself in shape. Love to walk with my dog.


What one physical attribute would you change?

My hair never lies straight. It drives me nuts. Apparently some girls like that.


What do you consider your special talent?

I’m a quick study. I pick up new ideas fairly quickly.


What do you wish your special talent was?

Can it be a superpower? Like superhuman strength? Never mind that. I think I’d rather be like Sherlock Holmes. If I could look over all the clues my sister left behind and – shazam – figure out where she is, that would be really cool.


What are you most proud of about your life?

Maybe my faith that Emma is okay. It motivates me.


What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Why?

I pissed away a decade of my life going from job to job and partying with half-friends. What a waste.


Describe your ideal mate.

Cute, funny, and willing to believe in the impossible.


What are you most afraid of?

Never finding Emma.


What’s the most important thing in your life? What do you value most?

My family and my dog.


How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?

I’m feeling a little unmoored at the moment. I would love to know my purpose in life. And I do believe I have one. I have that much going for me.


If you could be an animal, what would it be?

That one’s easy. A German shepherd.


Well, thank you, that was one awesome interview.  

Thanks for the interview. It’s been fun. A nice distraction. Now I’ve got to get back to studying for my CSI exam.

The author is giving away ecopy of CELTIC SISTER to one winner of the Rafflecopter.

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Interview & Excerpt: Taming the Tida by Eslynne Smith


Welcome to the tour of Taming the Tida by Eslynne Smith.  The full tour schedule can be seen at


In 2014 the nation was in crisis. Partisan politics were the rule of the day, stifling and sabotaging meaningful change in Washington. Americans were desperate for someone—anyone—to offer them hope, to show them there was indeed a light at the end of the tunnel.

That hope came in the form of Sharmin Smith, a contestant on the breakthrough reality show Who Wants to Be President? Designed to increase voter participation and heal a deeply divided nation, Who Wants to Be President? pitted contestants against each other in speeches on America’s most pressing issues, from abortion and health care to immigration and the economy.

Smith, a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, caught the country’s attention, delivering her unusual, groundbreaking opinions with two service dogs by her side. She gave a nation hope, and in return, Americans gave her their trust.

The first book of the Change the World trilogy, Taming the Tida gives hope to those tired of contemporary political gridlock and looks to a brighter tomorrow.



Eslynne Smith is the Author of Taming the Tida, a fictional story about politics, religion and a Reality TV show. Eslynne was born in a naval hospital in Newport, RI just after the Navy’s 200th birthday. She has been following politics ever since her mother told her she was related to James K. Polk, the 11th President of The United States of America. She comes from a long line of military spouses and has been an enlisted spouse, a commissioned spouse and she is currently a retired spouse as her husband recently retired after 22 years of naval service.

She has held professional positions for over 20 years in the financial services industry, including the “Big 3”. She began by working in the accounting department for a computer company before she moved into auto finance and finally on to the mortgage industry. She obtained her Direct Endorsement from FHA to underwrite government loans in 2005 just before Hurricane Katrina hit. She held training and leadership roles where she did everything from write policies and procedures for default and collections to manage underwriting and repurchase teams during the recent mortgage crisis.

Eslynne was diagnosed with PTSD in the summer of 2008 from traumatic childhood events.  After years of multiple therapy techniques she accepted the advice of a trusted therapist and stepped away from her professional life to focus on her personal life. It was during this time that she embraced writing for pleasure and decided to undertake the Great American Novel.

“There’s a meme out there stating that people who cuss are actually more trustworthy. If that’s true, then I’m the most trustworthy fucker you’ll ever meet in politics.” The announcer slides his arm around her shoulder as they both laugh at the remarks. He looks at her and their eyes meet for an uncomfortable moment. She slides out from under his arm and squares her shoulders.

“You look amazing tonight.”  He breathes.

Sharmin rolls her eyes and drops a little accent as she responds “Thank you, I clean up alright.  It helps when you have a team of pros that knows what they’re doing. I don’t even recognize myself.  It’s so itchy.  I can’t wait to get it off.”

“It’s a good look on you, you should do this more often.”  He smiles and tries to be charming.

Sharmin smirks at him and nods her head “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He continues “One question please. If you are elected as President, do you want to be called Madam or Mrs.?”

Sharmin looks him in the eyes and said “Ms. please, I’m not marrying it. It’s a title I won’t just have to earn it, I’ll have to prove I deserve it. Not as a Madam running a whore house, but as the President running our White House.” then she walks away, leaving him to stare after her as she walks out on stage.


How do you feel about your family, now that you’re an adult?  Today my family consists of my children and my husband.  They’re the most important part of my life and I’m extremely proud of them.  We are a tight family unit that knows we can count on each other to be there and help each other out.  I did not have that type of family growing up.  I grew up knowing I was safer with strangers than I was with anyone I was related to. As an adult, I wish my family would have been different.  That I could have experienced the kind of love I give my children.  I’m simply grateful my children do not know any of my family.  My parents are deceased and my children long for that grandparent relationship they see on TV.  I know they would still long for that TV dream even if my parents were alive.

What do you want from life?   Peace and happiness.  I want to live a drama free life, and it frustrates me when reality creeps in and destroys the illusion of peace that I create.  I know life won’t always be peaceful and happy, but I try to put a positive spin on each situation and learn something from it.

If you were granted three wishes, what would you ask for?  My first wish would be that anyone who has ever sexually assaulted a child would die.  My second would be that the victims receive whatever assistance they need to recover from the abuse.  My third wish would be for everyone to have enough money that they can go to the grocery store without sacrificing other bills to eat.

What three things would you take to a Desert Island? A well stocked tacklebox, a fishing pole and a knife.

In your relationship with others, how are you different with family than you are with friends? Why?  Friends come and go so it’s hard to get close to them.  My family is with me no matter what.  We’ve moved 6 times in the last 5 years and it has forced us to keep our unit close and keep strangers at a distance.  Knowing our time in a new place may be limited puts a lower expectation on developing friendships and higher expectations on experiencing what a place has to offer together. It’s given us group experiences that most families do not have.  Even if it has prevented us from having roots and long term friendships.

How do you fall in love? At first sight? Over a long period?   I fall in love at first sight, there was a connection I felt with my husband right away.  We have remained in love over a long period because we are constantly challenging each other and learning new things. It’s comforting to know that even if we disagree on something we can share an experience and learn to appreciate the others perspective.  Falling in love doesn’t mean we will we agree on everything, but that feeling me be patient while he explains his position.

What parts of loving come easy for you? Hard?   For me it’s easy to fall in love with someone I have a spiritual connection with.  When I experience an almost electric bond with another soul it’s impossible to ignore.  What’s hard is when I learn that our bond is superficial and the things that inspire admiration and respect are not present.  I might feel something chemical for someone, but that feeling doesn’t last if we do not share similar values and beliefs.

How do you decide if you can trust someone? Experience with others? with this person? First impressions? Intuition? Do you test the person somehow? Or are you just generally disposed to trust or not to trust?  I am a gut instinct kind of person.  I try to accept each person for who and what they are without passing judgment on them based on something someone else has done.  When I start seeing similar patterns, I pay close attention.  It there are too many similarities to someone who has burned me in the past I cut my ties.  I do not create tests and scenarios that someone has to tap dance through to see how they will respond.  I do ask good, fact finding questions and pay attention to their answers.  If they set off my spidey senses then I don’t force a bond just for the sake of making a bond.  I have been known to completely discount someone because they remind me of someone else.  For example, I cannot stand George W. Bush, he looks like my ex husband with a full head of hair, I felt like I knew all I needed to know about him the first time I laid eyes on him.  Mitt Romney’s eyes glow at me through the TV and Hillary makes me nauseous.

When you walk into a room, what do you notice first? Second?  The first thing I notice in a room is how big it is.  Small rooms make me feel uncomfortable, and I like space.  The second thing I notice is how many people are in the room and how they are congregated.  If tables are set or if there is a dance floor and whether or not people are dancing.

When you walk into a room, what do you expect people to notice about you?  I expect people will notice that I’m fat, I hope they will notice my smile or my eyes.

Describe yourself to me. Is one sense more highly developed than another? (Are you more visual, or audial, etc, or do purely on the famous sixth sense?)   I rely on the famous sixth sense, there is a lot to be said for picking up vibes and the tingling of your spidey senses.  I’m perceptive and notice little things like rings on fingers and limps in steps.  I love to watch the body language between people as they interact with each other and the interplay of their words as their conversations progress.

Did you turn out the way you expected? The way your parents predicted?  I didn’t have great expectations for my life.  My mother was sure someday I would meet someone who would beat the crap out of me and I would deserve it, my father never had anything positive to say toward me.  I am actually pretty proud of how I’ve turned out.  I live in a house many would refer to as a mansion, I drive the car I want to drive, my children are healthy and happy, my husband loves me.   I didn’t have crazy goals and fantasies about becoming a CEO by the time I was 25 or becoming President of The United State of America.  The fact that I had a successful career in the mortgage industry and I’m now a published author is all a major bonus for me.  I certainly didn’t think I’d make it this far with where I came from.  I’m looking forward to seeing how far I will actually go.

What really moves you, or touches you to the soul?  People and their pain moves me and touches my soul.  The fact that people manage to endure and persevere through the insurmountable obstacles that are put in their way amazes me.  What will sideline one person, drives another farther.  For me, every day is about finding something that causes me to appreciate what I have and not compare my story to someone elses.

What Is the one thing you have always wanted to do but didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t?  What would happen if you did do it?  I’ve always wanted to backpack across Europe and Island hop through Greece.  I think each of us are here for a specific purpose, even if we have no idea what it is.  I’m not sure how island hopping around Greece or backpacking across Europe plays into my mission, but it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a couple decades.  I think I fear that if I check that off my bucket list, my list will be over.  So I’m going to wait as long as I can to do it, because I have so many other things I want to do before my time here is over.  I’m in no rush to put all the piece of my puzzle together.

What do you consider are your strengths?   I’m a resilient person.  I’ve had a lot of painful experiences in my life and at times I thought I was broken.  I’ve learned that while I was bent I was not broken and I credit resiliency for it.

What do you consider are your weaknesses?  Sometimes those painful experiences make me feel broken and when I’m in that dark hole, it’s lonely and terrifying.  It’s hard to see past whatever even has me trapped in the shadows.