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Monday, December 14, 2015

Book Tour Giveaway: Beating cancer by Melinda Hill.






Book Genre: Health, fitness, wellness, healing

Publisher: Createspace

Release Date: October 30, 1015 and Oct. 18, 2015 for the ebook

Buy Link(s): Hard Copy | Amazon



Book Description:

Beating Cancer is a powerful illustration of God's healing power through the eyes of one of His favored daughters, Melinda Hill. This book is for anyone who is in the fight of their lives and wants to experience victory, discover their true identity, and achieve great success in their health, both physically and spiritually. Use the action steps in this book for living a healthier life, walk in your God-given authority, and live the life that God intended when He sent His son to bore our sicknesses. TAKE UP THY BED AND WALK! I won my fight and I continue to battle on a daily basis to remain cancer-free. In this book, I will share how the combination of faith, favor, and fulfillment can cause you to win your battle.


INSIDE:
* Actions steps for living a cancer-free life.
* Discover God's promises and keys to unlocking your inheritance.
* How to develop a winning mindset.
* 5 ways to beat cancer every day.
* American Anti-Cancer Institute's number one recommendation for natural products
* What to do while waiting on the next doctor's appointment.
* And much, much, more!
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Author Bio:

Melinda is a coach, author, researcher, and cancer survivor.  Melinda is an ordained minister; however, it’s not a title she uses because it is every Christian’s role to minister; licensed or not.  Melinda's educational background has been focused in the areas of business, coaching and counseling. She holds a doctorate in higher education and organizational change, a master’s degree in counselor education and a bachelor’s degree in organizational management. She is also a graduate of the Executive and Professional Coaching Program from the University of Texas at Dallas.

Working primarily in the health care, communication and education arenas, Melinda has devoted herself to helping individuals meet their goals; whether it is personal or professional.
Partnering with people for success is her mission. Leading an ethical, balanced, purposeful life while living your dreams are guiding principles for Melinda.
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As a coach, Melinda is supporting and encouraging. She has a unique ability to support her clients while holding them accountable for their desired outcomes. She is known as a change agent.

Author Links - www.melindachill.com; www.facebook.com/drmelindachill
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Book tour Giveaway: Future's Edge, Sci-Fi fiction by Mort Herman


It's been a wahile since we got distracted by a sci-fi story.
Enjoy! 


 

                                              Author Bio:



 Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, Mort Herman has a Master’s degrees in Electrical Engineering. Holder of six patents, he worked at several companies including IBM, Texas Instruments, AT&T and Lucent Technologies where his specialty was semiconductor electronics, systems design, and marketing.

 Mort lives on the Jersey shore with his mate Mary Ann. When he’s not writing, Mort is an avid sailor, a wood sculptor, and a charter member of the Arts Society of Keyport. In the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, he added his technical, artistic, and project management skills to the design and implementation of three, free form concrete sculptures that replaced destroyed public art in the town of Keyport, NJ.

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Book Genre: Science Fiction / Fantasy
Publisher: Amazon
Release Date: September 25, 2014
Book Description:

 Most people do not carry the fate of the world on their shoulders. Sam Greenhut does.
By the year 2230, the world is no longer dependent on fossil fuels. All power is harnessed directly from the Earth’s core. A clever integration of neural technology and wireless energy gives rise to the Global Network (GNET), revolutionizing society. Diverse industries operate efficiently under the umbrella of a neurally connected world economy, powered by an unlimited geothermal fuel supply controlled not by Presidents, Sheikhs nor Monarchs, but by a Corporate Federation run by seven individuals.
This is the state of the world when the Corporate Federation charges Sam Greenhut with ensuring GNET’s unquestioned reliability and integrity.
Sam sees a world whose population is totally dependent on GNET, as if the previously admired trait of self-reliance was weaned from the gene pool. Inevitably, the insatiable demand for energy prompts a reckless decision by Corporate Federation board members to expand the geothermal energy lattices. Despite Sam’s protest, the choice to exceed the cautionary “Greenhut Limits” precipitate a string of earthquakes that destroy GNET and plunges the planet into the chaos known as “The Upheaval.”
What happens next fundamentally alters the destiny of the planet and catapults Sam into the center of The Seed – book one in my science fiction trilogy, Future’s Edge.

Excerpt:
…“Let’s not make a scene. You’re being detained for improperly distributing proprietary business information. Your neural fingerprint has been disabled and you no longer have access. Please follow me.”
After delivering these words in a calm, professional manner, Bill Strong waited. He was a formidable physical specimen with a chiseled physique, sharp eyes, and a calm, but overtly suspicious demeanor. What made Bill intimidating was not his physical appearance as much as his reputation for being able to out-think and out-guess an adversary. If you did something wrong and found yourself in Bill’s sights, there was no escape.
Despite Bill’s presence, the perpetrator made a mad dash to escape.
Is he stupid? How crude to try to make a run for it. He’s easy to track. He’s now in Sector 18b.
Bill smoothly cycled through a series of neural commands.
Shield enable, Sectors 25a through 27j – Got him – Narrow the field – Good – Security breach file 343, pick up perp held in Sector 26f. He’s in the pocket.
Bill was delighted to have finally found the source of the recent information leak. Wheeler was careful about sensitive information being revealed to the public, especially when it had to do with rates of world energy consumption. With corporate security on the way to pick up the suspect, Bill started back to his office, encountering Sam making his morning rounds at the NCC.
“Hey buddy, how are things going this fine day?” asked Sam, congenially.
“We found our leak. Just waiting for Security to get him.”
“Good job. Who was it?”
“Peter Gilles,” said Bill.
“You suspected him for a while. Were there any problems?”
“Well the dammed fool made a run for it. I don’t know what he expected to accomplish, but I think all the excitement is over. Have him held in a security pocket.”
“Well, now I’ll have to replace him. Too bad. It’s not easy finding someone with his expertise,” Sam lamented.
“I could never figure out why you needed someone with experience in sonic phenomena,” remarked Bill.
“Whenever something goes wrong here, many alarms go off. I was never happy with the way they sounded. We hired Peter to design an assortment of sounds that would help us identify the type of problem we’re experiencing more intuitively. It’s quite subtle, but we found it helps improve response time. Now we’ll need someone else to finish this work. Damn difficult finding people with this skill. Took us over two months to find Peter,” replied Sam.
“Hey, Bill,” said Sam, changing the subject. “When we get another day off, can you join me on Deliverance?”
“I normally wouldn’t miss a chance to be on Deliverance, but it’s a busy time for me now. Can’t Jeff help you out? He lives on the boat.”
“No, we need to change some of the lines and check rigging tension. I need muscle for this type of work. It’s the one thing Jeff can’t do.”
“Okay Captain. I’m in. After that last sail, I’m not surprised to hear some work is needed.” Bill paused. “Sam, I love being on Deliverance. It’s the only place I can let my guard down. You know me – always paranoid.”
“That’s why you’re good at your job. Always thinking of what could go wrong. Anyway, I’m glad you’re part of the crew.”
“Me too. Sailing is so therapeutic. It helps me learn to trust others. Too often I feel defensive –I can never let my guard down.” Bill changed the subject. “I have to get back to my office. Need to file the report on Peter. Care to walk with me?”
“Sure. I have some time. Let’s go.”
Bill stops in his tracks. “Wait!” Report. “Son of a bitch. He somehow breached the security pocket and is on the loose again. We’re having trouble tracking him. I’ll meet you in my office. This shouldn’t take too much longer.”
Sam looked at Bill. He had the face that showed he was deep in neural interactions. Sam referred to it as the “neural face.” Better let him do his job, Sam thought.
Once again, Bill resumed his neural interactions.
Research, Peter Gilles … Sonic phenomena expert … Worked for the Military Alliance’s weapons division … A loner … Level 18 Master Technologist … Many scientific papers … Oh no! Method to breach Tansford Shield with sonic projections … Sonic interference patterns disrupt neural tracking mechanisms …





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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Book Blast Giveaway:Dark Side of Sunset Point by Michael Allan Scott

Ready to meet the Dark Side? Plus, you can enter a rafflecopter giveaway.
Enjoy!



Title: Dark Side of Sunset Pointe 
a Lance Underphal Mystery
Author Name: Michael Allan Scott

Author Bio:

Born and raised at the edge of the high
desert in Kingman, Arizona, Michael Allan Scott resides in Scottsdale
with his wife, Cynthia and their hundred-pound Doberman, Otto. In
addition to writing mysteries and speculative fiction, his interests
include music, photography, art, scuba diving and auto racing. For
the latest, please visit http://michaelallanscott.com

Author Links - The link for any or all
of the following...
Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter |
Pinterest | Linkedin | Goodreads | Amazon


Dark Side of Sunset Pointe - book
trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbGeaIs_Kuw





Amazon Author Central:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AB4ETQ6




Book Genre: Mystery,
Thriller & Suspense
Publisher: Telemachus
Press
Release Date: 11/19/12
Buy Link(s):





Book Description:
A contemporary mystery/thriller—a
paranormal mystery, to be more precise. For mystery fans, it twists
and turns like a dragon kite in a high wind. Mystery connoisseurs,
beware. The Lance Underphal Mystery series will keep you guessing .
. .
Lance Underphal was devastated by his
wife’s death, and now, the down-and-out crime-scene photographer
can’t let her go. He wakes up plagued by premonitions. The double
shooting of an Arizona real estate developer and his
mistress/bookkeeper immerse Underphal in a world of incomprehensible
phenomena.

Frank Salmon, the homicide detective on
the case, does his best to blow off Underphal’s “visions.” But
the murders keep piling up and the visions are all too real.

Salmon pursues Underphal’s clues from
a popular strip club to a failing community bank, adding a
blackmailing stripper to the body count.

Underphal struggles mightily with his
psychic curse, teetering on the brink of insanity. His only hope for
redemption is the voice in his head, the voice of his dead wife.
Stumbling through dark vortexes of murderous intrigue, he comes to
realize his visions will either kill him or lead to the capture of a
killer—maybe more than one.








Excerpt 

Whiting runs a trembling hand through thinning hair, his scalp hot and moist.  They’ve got to do something about these numbers.  Short stubble on raw cheeks twitches as he anxiously works his jaws.  They could lose the whole damn project.  Thirty million!  He can’t believe it, he’s bet everything on this project.  And with the hard-money loan, they’ve got a bigger nut than ever.  Shit!  Those hard-money bastards, they’re Rodriguez’s contacts.  Of course they had to have the money to finish—all the construction cost overruns.  Fucking Rodriguez.  His fingers manically drum on the hardwood desktop, their nails ragged, bitten to the quick.  They’re in way too deep to quit now.
            Chewing his bottom lip, Whiting redials Rodriguez’s cell.
            Rodriguez sounds out of breath, frustrated.  “Damn Gary, whaddaya want?” 
            “Mike, we need to go over some numbers.  Ya got a minute?”
            Rodriguez gives a short chuckle then lowers his voice, “I’m kinda in the middle of somethin’.”
            “Yeah, but . . .”  Gary hears a thump, then a woman’s muffled words.  “Hey, are you at the office?  Who’s with you?”
            “Yeah, like I said, we’re kinda in the middle of somethin’ here.”  
            Whiting hears giggling in the background. 
            To Diane, Rodriguez says, “Stop that.”  To Gary, he says, “Diane’s never done it on the desk before.” 
            Whiting can almost hear Rodriguez’s leering grin. 
            In the background Diane laughs then says, “Do I get overtime for this?”
            Now they’re both laughing.
            “Damn . . . Mike, you guys . . . in the office?”
            “Hey, don’t sweat it.  It’s almost seven, no one’s around, yard gates are locked, lights are off.  No one’s gonna know.”
            Whiting hears Diane coo and then more giggling.
            Rodriguez speaks closer into the phone, “That is, as long as you keep your mouth shut.”
            “Hey, no problem.  I don’t care what you do with Diane.  She’s your bookkeeper.”
            Diane lets out a short yelp and says “What was that?”
            “Shit!”  Rodriguez whispers, “Shit.”
            “Mike, what’s going on?”
            “Hold on, I think someone’s here.”
            Whiting hears grunting, rustling, probably scrambling for clothes, the metallic snap of window blinds.
            Under his breath, Rodriguez says “Who’s that?”  He whispers to Diane, “Get your panties on.”
            Whiting hears Diane whine, “I’m trying.”
            He hears Rodriguez whispering to himself, “Who is that?  Is that . . ?   I’ll get that bastard.”
            Rodriguez says, “Gary, hold on, I gotta take a picture with this thing, hold on.”
            “Okay.”  Whiting hears the blinds clacking. 
            He hears Rodriguez talking to himself, “Damn, it’s dark . . . but I think I got ‘em.”
            “Mike . . .  Mike?”
            “Yeah, I’m back, hold on.  Gotta check this out.”
            Whiting clutches the phone in a sweaty hand, pressed hard against his ear.  He hears a loud bang.  A door slamming the wall?  Too weird.  He needs a Valium. 
            Diane screams.  Rodriguez yells, “You, you asshole!  What the fuck do you want!?!” 
            Whiting hears POP, POP!  Screeching, a low grunt, loud thumps . . .  POP, POP, POP! “Uh, uh, uh . . .”  Guttural gasps.  A long wail.  High-pitched keening, its otherworldly echo raising every hair on goose flesh.  Whiting drops the receiver, horrified.  The plastic handset bounces off the desktop as it sinks in.  They’ve been shot!



Keep being distracted by reading,
Urania 


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