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#RRBC BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY!

 

Hi and WELCOME to Rave Reviews Book Club’s BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY at THE INDIE SPOT!  Location: MICHIGAN.

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Here’s What I’m Giving Away Today:

GIVEAWAYS ARE CLOSED!

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WINNERS: Mae Clair, Rob Kimbrell, Mary Schmidt, and Jerry Marquardt.

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Number of Winners for this stop: 4

I decided to have a little fun with this Book & Blog Block Party stop. In the years since Jazz Baby first saw publication, some readers have been curious as to what happened to Emily Ann “Baby” Teegarten. Did she ever make it to New York? Were her dreams of singing jazz professionally ever realized? Did she find success? Well, presented here, is an interview with Baby Teegarten, which takes place ten years after the novel ends. This is meant to be a glimpse into the life our protagonist may have created for herself.

The Baby Teegarten Interview!

 April 15, 1935

She chose the meeting place. I could lie and tell you readers that I arrived thirty minutes early just to get a feel for the room. But the truth of the matter is, I get a little nervous with this one. Most of you have been reading my column for the better part of 15 years. You know the names that have graced my page: Babe Ruth, Harry Houdini, Clara Bow, Harold Lloyd—even Charlie Chaplin agreed to a sit-down chat back in 1924.

Still, this one is different.

The she I’m referring to is popular jazz vocalist Baby Teegarten. They don’t come any bigger than Baby these days. Three consecutive years as the country’s highest-paid entertainer proves this fact.

I lock down a table at the rear of McSorley’s Tavern on East 7th Street—which also happens to hold a strict policy for not allowing women inside.

But Baby Teegarten, well, she’s not just any woman.

“This is her neighborhood,” the fellow tending bar tells me. “She has a swanky place overlooking Central Park. Bought it from Babe Ruth himself.”

It’s the Babe who introduced Baby to McSorley’s.

“Nobody bothers her in here,” the barkeep explains. “Besides, if she’s pals with the Babe, she’s all right by us.”

I knock back a Scotch and soda. It’s what steadies my nerves. Only Mae West ever had me taking a nip before an interview.

I’ve seen Baby perform a dozen times easily—this going back to those first shows she did at Swelby’s Joint. Two thousand patrons lined up every night just to witness the Baby. She’d been just shy of her fourteenth birthday back in those early shows. But any fool with eyes and ears could tell she was special.

Oh, sure, we all recall the backlash at allowing a mere child up on those club stages. But nobody could—or would—stand in that girl’s way. No, sir. She’d have busted any full-grown man in the chops, should one be so bold as to try.

Prompt, this one. She arrives at 3 o’clock sharp, with her entourage in tow. By entourage I mean her manager, Abe Horowitz, and Job Pritchett, husband of Baby.

Mr. Pritchett, he’s a large fellow, to be sure. Tall and wide; real sturdy; the sort of man who likely spent his youth throwing bales of hay around the farm, maybe even punching cows—literally. Hollywood handsome: blond hair worn messy, pale blue eyes, an easy laugh. He’s more threatening than threatened. Famous in his own right, he’s known the world over for his paintings and sculptures.

Baby is a true vision, greeting patrons by name up by the front door. She’s resplendent in a violet-colored summer dress that falls just below her knees. Diamonds sparkle on her fingers and wrists, her ears, at her delicate throat. There’s even a gold bracelet on her right ankle.

Eyes as green as emeralds track me down in my corner.

There’s a subtle sweetness in her scent.

Lilacs.

“Hey, there,” she says. “I’m supposed to talk with you today?”

I’m lost for words in this moment, so I just nod like a mute fool.

“You don’t mind it here, do you?” Her accent is rich, wrapping her every word in a southern twang thicker than molasses—and just as sweet.

My voice carries a slight tremble, but I manage a quick, “No, ma’am.”

Baby Teegarten settles on a bar stool next to mine. “This is Mister Pritchett, my husband,” she says.

Job Pritchett’s massive hand takes mine with a gentle squeeze. “Good to meet you,” he tells me in a boyish tone. A lucky fellow, this one.

Abe Horowitz needs no introduction: Club owner, manager of a handful of singers and musicians. Connected. He mined gold when he discovered Baby Teegarten.

Job’s lips brush Baby’s lips. His voice comes soft, almost a soothing thing. “Me and Abe will be up at the bar—if you need us.”

It passes there in the space between them: his subtle caress of her cheek, her gentle squeeze of his hand. These two are infatuated with one another.

“Lord a-mercy, I love that boy,” she says, once we’re alone. “We got our tenth anniversary coming this summer.” She waves her right hand in my face. “He just got me this one right here.”

She means the full carat diamond set in white gold on her ring finger.

“What does it feel like to make more money than the president of the United States?” I ask, leading us into the interview.

Her petite shoulders give up a shrug. “Just means I can buy whatever I want—’Cept Jobie’s the one buys my jewelry. That boy makes nearly as much as me.”

She’s a tiny thing, maybe five foot two. I’m guessing it might take an extra big lunch to push her past a hundred pounds. And though she doesn’t mention it, this day is her twenty-third birthday.

I ask, “When did you first start singing?”

“Since I can recollect. Pastor Pritchett first had me up in front of the congregation when I was just five. That’s when I took to singing for other folks who ain’t just my kin.”

“Mississippi, right?”

Her head tips a short nod. “Down Rayford—up a piece from Biloxi.”

“A Delta girl, huh? You pick cotton down there?”

A silver cigarette case finds her hand. “Picked a bunch. Mister Kuiper used to pay me a dime for each sack I managed. I made a dollar a day most days.”

“Doesn’t sound like much.”

“It does to a little girl ain’t got much of nothin’.”

A Lucky Strike settles between her lips. Smoke rolls from her dainty nose.

Questions my editor suggested filter through the small talk. “You’re working a lot with George Gershwin. How’d that come about?”

“Georgie’s sweet,” she says, sending smoke rings chasing after her words. “His family knows Mister Horowitz’s family. He liked my voice and wrote some songs for me—’Cept I’m the one writes the words, since I’m the one has to sing ’em.”

Sales figures wedge their way into the conversation—nobody sells more phonograph records than Baby Teegarten.

“A million,” she offers. Says it as if she doesn’t really believe it herself. “I mean, a person can reach into his pocket, grab a hundred of something, and toss it on the floor and say, ‘Yep. That’s a hundred.’ But nobody can throw a million anything on the floor and count that.”

She’s had three of them reach that plateau in recent years.

“Where’s your favorite place to play?” I ask, scratching off another one from my editor.

“Paris is nice.” Her hand gives up an abbreviated wave, catching the barkeep’s attention. “What’s so amazing there is, those folks don’t speak no English, but they sure know all the words to my songs.”

A bottle arrives at our table. Not exactly what I expected.

“Co-cola,” she says, drawing a long pull. “Mister Horowitz don’t like for me to drink liquor while I’m gabbing with newspaper fellas. He says I just might talk too much.”

I feign shock. “Secrets?”

There’s an endearing sweetness in her giggle. “Oh, I got plenty of secrets.”

“Horowitz really looks after you, huh?”

“He’s the best. Like a second daddy. Doesn’t let anybody get close enough to take advantage.”

She spends a lot of time on the road, traveling by train, singing in places like Chicago, Detroit, Cleveland, St. Louis, and Kansas City. Big theaters, is where she sings these days. Gone are the smoke-filled clubs with dance floors and drunken revelers.

“I like the theaters,” she says. “And I really like seeing different places. But I do miss the New York clubs. I could do two shows a night and be at home with Mister Pritchett by one in the morning. Now, I do one show for five thousand people—nobody drinking or dancing—a night at a hotel, then up before the devil and off to the train station and the next city.”

There’s a weary tone creeping into her answers. Well, maybe weary isn’t the right word. Cautious, perhaps.

“Do you ever take time off? Maybe stay home for a while?”

She does—but only because the men in her life force her to do so.

“Once Mister Pritchett and Mister Horowitz get together, they’re worse than two fathers.”

Baby Teegarten will soon add actress to her resume. She just this week signed to play a role in a new James Cagney movie.

“It’s only a small part,” she explains. “I play a singer in a jazz club. I’ll sing two new songs they wrote just for the film.”

“Any lines?”

Just one. But that’s fine by her. “I ain’t no movie star.”

No, she’s not. But that doesn’t stop the real movie stars from turning out wherever Baby Teegarten treads a stage. It’s fashionable to be seen at her shows.

“Jean Harlow got my autograph last summer in Chicago.” She says it like it’s a normal thing that happens to most people.

“How’d you come to be friendly with Babe Ruth?”

That shrug raises her shoulders again. “He came to my shows most nights he was in town—back when I still played the clubs. Once he decided to buy a house in the country, I bought his apartment.”

“I guess that makes you a Yankees fan, huh?”

It’s a playful thing, that sideways glance she throws at me. “Ain’t no self-respecting Mississippi girl gonna ever cheer on no Yankees.”

Abe Horowitz’s approach signals a wrap to our discussion. I’d been promised twenty minutes, Baby gave me thirty.

“Gotta get ready for the trip to Hollywood,” she says, gaining her feet.

She offers a handshake, which abruptly becomes a friendly hug.

Job Pritchett, arm around Baby’s waist, sweeps the girl away, following Abe Horowitz out the front door, into the crowd moving along 7th Street.

It takes a few moments for my head to clear itself of her scent, her voice, her very presence. It’s not a difficult thing to see why so many have fallen for this lovely young woman.

“She just has a way about her,” the barkeep says as I make my getaway.

She certainly does, I tell myself. She certainly does.

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A Rose of A Writer!

A few years ago I stumbled upon an indie novel that so entertained me, I became an instant fan of the author. Sienna Rose has since published three more novels. The second and third are science fiction stories. Truthfully, I have never really been a big science fiction reader. But I read her books, and they shine. It’s her most recent book that has me sitting here, in front of my computer, seeking to share this gem of a writer with you, my readers. So let me introduce to you the author of Sparrow in the Wind. This is Sienna Rose!

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The Interview:

  1. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

In second grade. I remember what it was like to hear Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, and Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Swing. I loved the rhyme and the imagery. I could just see the “cattle and all”. Because of those elements, I found I could quickly memorize the poetry and keep them with me. I was so inspired that one day while I was supposed to be doing math (which I can’t do, due to learning disabilities) I wrote a long poem with similar rhyme and meter. When I proudly showed it to the teacher, she found it so sophisticated that she accused me of plagiarism and demanded to see “the book I stole that from.” Of course, there was no book. She then told me I wasn’t supposed to write poems, because I needed to spend my time on learning math; I never wrote again until it was assigned in grade six. Teachers, don’t ever do that. I still can’t do arithmetic and I would have spent the time better writing. I think that early lesson (more like trauma) warped my future. If I hadn’t been so worried about finding a regular job, I definitely would have become an English major and gone on to an M.F.A., instead of a psychology Major and then an M.Ed. I didn’t start my first novel until age fifty, after the degrees I took led me to jobs I didn’t like and wasn’t really suited for.

  1. How long does it take you to write a book?

At least two years, often sitting 8-9 hours per day. The most important part is getting every phrase, every single word “right” in the first chapter. The rest won’t flow until that’s done. Once a story comes to life, I am immersed in the writing and can’t think of much else. I admire people who can do more than one thing at a time, like work a day job and write. I do student advocacy, but when I have a case, the writing gets put aside until it’s resolved. I really have a one tract mind.

  1. Your characters are quite vivid and believable. What goes into your creative process when developing characters?

Thank you, Beem. When I wrote my first novel (Bridge Ices Before Road), I heard vague whispers from two characters that became Frances and Maddie. They were in an embryonic state in some closet in my mind, waiting to come out. I didn’t know much about who they were until I started at the keyboard. As soon as I got Frances right, Maddie burst forth and took over. She wrote herself into the world—told me her story and the details of each of her family members. Sometimes my fingers could barely keep up with her demands. I began to dream about the characters. I would walk the dog or take day to go kayaking (very important to care for the body if you want your mind to create) and I’d be dialoguing out loud without realizing it until I saw someone staring.

  1. Where do you find these ideas that become the basis for your books?

The idea for the plot is very loose. The real story begins with a solid character or two, and the rest just flows. I don’t know what will happen until they tell me.

  1. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

The mysterious process of character development and the story that flows from them once they turn real to me.

  1. What does your writing process look like? Do you outline, or do you write as the story comes to you?

I’ve pretty much answered that. I never outline—it would halt my creative process.

  1. If you could write any book in history, which would you like to have created?

I can’t imagine wishing to have created another author’s work.

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

I picture Gudrun as a forty-something Liv Ulman; of course she’s much older now, but I can’t think of anyone else. George Parsons is definitely a young Jimmy Stewart. Since they aren’t available, I don’t know who I’d cast. When the time comes, I’ll let the film industry decide for me.

  1. 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 on which you rely?

Names are important, some more than others. The idea of the Sparrow in the Wind as an Indian name came to me out of the blue. It began with the story of the half Ojibwa girl and how she got her name. Cassandra was coming to life at the same time. I knew that they had to meet and have a life together, so I built the story around them. Once again, they told me the details. I was just as surprised at some of the things they did as any reader might be.

  1. Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy? So far I haven’t noticed. The characters seem to do all the work.
  2. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t write in hopes of getting published or of even getting widely read if you do publish. Write because you have a story waiting to be born. You know it when you feel it.

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m sorry to disappoint you, Beem, but I’m working on another science fiction book. Three characters materialized in my mind. One is a being from Mars that was stuck in stasis nearly 4 billion years, after the last Martians launched him on a quest to locate a new world since Mars was dying. The other is an eccentric, rich, science geek who befriends him and the third is the woman who falls in love with him. This stirs up controversy because the Martian is of an aquatic race and not at all humanoid. I am having a wonderful time in my own little world writing this story, which brings me to the best advice I have for aspiring authors. If the work is a genuine creative expression that makes you feel—whether you’re laughing, crying, angry or anxious—then that’s all that matters. Having said that, I wouldn’t be above contriving a commercial success (under a pseudonym). If I could only think one up.

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The Book:

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Funny how memories work, the things you remember, the things forgotten, the things that change you. Back in the summer of 1962, ten year-old Cassandra Parsons has her life all figured out. She lives with her father and mother in the upstairs flat of a well-appointed two family house in a pleasant neighborhood of Racine, Wisconsin. Her maternal aunt and grandfather live right downstairs and her best friend Kitty has always lived two doors down. Cassandra’s well-ordered world comes undone when her father decides to move his nuclear family to the backwoods of Northern Wisconsin, to renovate and manage his father’s hunting lodge. Isolated and friendless, she is suddenly left to her own devices as her parents plunge themselves into their new business endeavor. Loneliness and self-pity gradually give way to growth as Cassandra learns to appreciate the beauty of nature and the peace of quietude. Soon she meets a half-Ojibwa girl named Sparrow. The girls become fast friends and have a final fling with childhood, spending their last carefree days fishing in the river and roaming the woods, pretending to be ancient Ojibwa. But their sweet Indian summer comes to an abrupt end as tragedy strikes both girls’ families. Cassandra and Sparrow’s friendship is tested as they try to forge a mature, enduring relationship that hopefully will see them through even these darkest of times.

Click here to buy Sparrow In The Wind

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The Author:

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Sienna Rose is a Massachusetts native, born in 1959 and residing in Florida since 2002. In 1996, she earned a BA in psychology from UMASS Boston, and in 2001, an M.Ed. in school counseling from Cambridge College, Cambridge, MA. Because she has always been concerned with those who are different and vulnerable to bullying and abuse, Ms. Rose wrote her master’s thesis on the needs of gay/lesbian/bi/trans youth in school. In addition to school counseling, she is licensed to teach English, social science, primary education, and exceptional student education in the state of Florida. In 2011, Ms. Rose started an educational consulting and advocacy service, ESE SOS, in order to assist parents of children with disabilities in school. Bridge Ices Before Road is her first novel.

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My Review:

Sparrow In The Wind is the fourth novel I’ve read by S. Rose. The middle two books, while well written and entertaining, are science fiction. I’m just not a big fan of that genre. This most recent novel—along with her debut title—falls into my favorite genre: coming of age.

Sparrow In The Wind tells the story of young Cassandra Parsons, a girl living with her parents in 1962 Wisconsin. As the story’s narrative voice, Cassandra shares her life’s experiences with readers, telling us about her move from the “big city” of Racine, to the backwoods of northern Wisconsin.

Along the way Cassandra learns of several long-hidden family secrets—some of which have the potential to destroy relationships within her family structure. Upon her move to the sticks, she befriends a half-Ojibwa Indian girl called Sparrow. The stark contrast between these two girls’ worlds is painted onto the pages of the book in vivid living color.

Cassandra, brought up in a solid middle class home filled with love and family, has never gone without the necessities of life. Sparrow, living in abject poverty, has never known any but a life of nothingness.

Despite these contrasting situations, these two girls forge a bond that holds their lives together even as the world around them spins recklessly out of control.

Ms. Rose writes coming of age stories as well as anybody within the genre—and this includes both indie authors as well as the traditionally published. To say I am a fan is an understatement. Her ability to bring characters to life is an admirable skill, to be sure. However, it is her rare gift of moving readers to actually care for her characters that sets her stories apart from other writers working in the coming-of-age genre.

I read her debut novel, Bridge Ices Before Road, several years ago. The story and characters remain with me to this day. Good writers do this with regularity. S. Rose has two books now that occupy the book shelf in my mind. If you haven’t yet discovered this incredible talent, the loss is yours.

RRBC Book & Blog Block Party

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Greetings and welcome to Rave Reviews Book Club’s BACK-TO-SCHOOL BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY at The Indie Spot!  Location: Lansing, Michigan, USA.

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Here’s What I’m Giving Away Today:

** PRIZES HAVE ALREADY BEEN AWARDED**

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I invite you to check out my books and the book trailers that go with each title. I’ve included an excerpt of Jazz Baby and a short blurb for each book to help you become better acquainted with the stories!

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Jazz Baby Chapter Four Excerpt

722 Dauphine Street promised little in the way of excitement—from outward appearances. What once had been a Digby’s Department Store now went by the somewhat famous Crescent Club.

Revelers of every color, size, and persuasion lined the sidewalk out front, passing around flasks of bootleg hooch, eager for the doors to swing open so nighttime could finally begin.

Nobody paid us any mind as Tanyon and I split the crowd on our way down a side alley leading to the rear entrance.

Tanyon laid a coded knock against the heavy red door.

A fella’s chubby face filled the small peephole.

“I have Miss Teegarten with me,” said Tanyon to the man.

That door swung wide; entrance was granted.

Dozens of round tables lay scattered willy-nilly throughout the cavernous main room. A wide stage rose five feet above the floor. Four colored boys worked up a number I could sing in my sleep.

I said, “I’m ready,” drinking in a dream fixin’ to come true.

That chubby fella let go a laugh. “How’s about we open for business before you get started, huh?”

Waitresses lit candles and set ashtrays on each of those tables.

Tanyon snatched the one closest to the stage, and ordered a pint of bourbon from a dark-haired girl dressed out like a flapper.

“Tell me something,” I began to say.

’Cept Tanyon, he had an answer all lined up. “Your mama was not a whore—if that’s what you’re meaning to know.”

Fine enough by me.

Even if I really didn’t believe him.

Frank Rydekker himself brought Tanyon’s pint to our table. “So this is the little songbird,” said the short, stocky man, pulling me into a splash of orange glowing off a candle. “Can you sing any of these songs?”

My eyes tumbled down the list he presented. “I can sing ’em all,” I gladly admitted.

Rydekker nodded toward a big fella up near the bar and hollered, “Let ’em in, Bill!”

“Don’t be scared, Baby,” Tanyon said, handing me a go at that pint.

I raised the hooch to my lips, had a good pull. “Don’t call me Baby anymore.”

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Cool blue dripped onto the stage from lights burning high above.

My body stood in its gathering puddle.

A boy on drums got us going with a slow shuffle that took up with the bass like a couple of long-time lovers knowing each other’s next move before it’s even been considered. Sullum Cass kissed his shiny saxophone with the breath of something painful and delicious, tossing delicate notes into the smoky air. When the boy on piano sprinkled all the right keys into the mixture, I eased my body against that skinny silver microphone stand, closed my eyes to the fractured night, and told all about that man done me wrong.

Everybody on that parquet dance floor caught on real quick. It’s me they stared at.

Me!

Emily Ann Teegarten.

And wasn’t a single one gave a tinker’s damn about my age or my station in life. Faces opened in welcoming smiles as wicked rhythms spun us all toward a whole new place—a place tucked up high as heaven.

Bodies shimmied and twirled at my feet.

One song blurred into another with nary enough time to breathe.

If I’d dropped dead then and there on that Big Easy stage, I’d have no real complaints. I reckon I’d tell the first angel I set eyes on I’d lived a full life.

I lived out my dream.

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Jazz Baby

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While all of Mississippi bakes in the scorching summer of 1925, sudden orphanhood wraps its icy embrace around pretty Emily Ann “Baby” Teegarten, a young teen.

Taken in by an aunt bent on ridding herself of this unexpected burden, Baby Teegarten plots her escape using the only means at her disposal: a voice that brings church ladies to righteous tears, and makes both angels and devils take notice. “I’m going to New York City to sing jazz,” she brags to anybody who’ll listen. But the Big Apple—well, it’s an awful long way from that dry patch of earth she’d always called home.

So when the smoky stages of New Orleans speakeasies give a whistle, offering all sorts of shortcuts, Emily Ann soon learns it’s the whorehouses and opium dens that can sidetrack a girl and dim a spotlight…and knowing the wrong people can snuff it out.

Jazz Baby just wants to sing—not fight to stay alive.

Click here to view the Jazz Baby book trailer

Click here to buy Jazz Baby

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Slivers of Life: A Collection of Short Stories

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These twenty short stories are a peek into individual lives caught up in spectacular moments in time. Children, teens, mothers, and the elderly each have stories to share. Readers witness tragedy and fulfillment, love and hate, loss and renewal. Historical events become backdrops in the lives of ordinary people, those souls forgotten with the passage of time. Beem Weeks tackles diverse issues running the gamut from Alzheimer’s disease to civil rights, abandonment to abuse, from young love to the death of a child. Long-hidden secrets and notions of revenge unfold at the promptings of rich and realistic characters; plot lines often lead readers into strange and dark corners. Within Slivers of Life, Weeks proves that everybody has a story to tell—and no two are ever exactly alike.

Click here to view the Slivers of Life book trailer

Click here to buy Slivers of Life

Once again, thank you for stopping by. Don’t forget to share your thoughts and comments below.  Good luck on winning my giveaways!  I’ll see you at the next stop of this awesome BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY!

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It’s Baaaaack!!! The RRBC Back-to-School Book and Blog Block Party!

It’s Party Time!

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Hey! We’re doing it again. It’s time for the 2nd Annual Rave Reviews Book Club Back-to-School Book and Blog Block Party. And just what is that? Well, it’s only the biggest thing in cyberspace since the invention of the blog!

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Here’s how it works: For 31 days in August, RRBC members’ blogs will be front and center for visitors to discover. Each day between one and three blogs will be featured. This means fellow RRBC members will visit each blog. These members will then Tweet about each site. They will also share the link on Facebook and many other social media outlets.

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What does this mean for the featured blogger? Well, there’s the obvious increase in traffic. I mean, who doesn’t like new strangers poking around the old blog site? But since each blog will be featuring the blogger’s books, it might very well translate into many new readers of the blogger’s works.

Visitors to the blogs—those who bother to leave a comment—will be in the running for numerous and various prizes at each stop. It’s one of those things known around the world as a win-win situation. Can’t beat that with a sharp stick!

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So if this sounds like fun to you, here’s a link that will explain in detail everything that’s needed to participate: The Rave Reviews Book Club Back-to-School Book and Blog Block Party! 

Treachery & Triumph: The Blog Tour!

It is my pleasure to share my blog with my friend, fellow Rave Waves Blog Talk Radio host, and Rave Reviews Book Club colleague John Fioravanti. Take it away, John…
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TREACHERY & TRIUMPH BLOG TOUR:
Nonnie Returns To Genesis – Episode 1
 
GIVEAWAYS:
(Leave a comment each day to be entered to win one of these prizes)
 
(1) $10 Amazon Gift Card
(2) $5 Amazon Gift Cards
(2) ebook copy of  “TREACHERY & TRIUMPH”
 
GRAND GIVEAWAY:
 
 
Anyone who purchases a copy of “TREACHERY & TRIUMPH” and sends to me a copy of the purchase receipt to jfinwat@gmail.com, and leaves a comment along the tour, will get their name entered into a drawing for a $25 Amazon gift card! One entry for each book that is purchased, whether in ebook or paperback format.  Purchases must take place between 2/28 – 3/05/2016.  If you’ve already purchased one of the books, then feel free to gift a friend, just for the chance to win!!  Spend a little, and you could win a lot!!! If you leave a review on Amazon you will earn a second entry for this prize. Reviews must be posted between 2/29/16 and 3/29/16.

T&T Blog Tour – Episode 1

 

 

Several months ago, renowned interviewer and author, Nonnie Jules, accompanied author, John Fioravanti to planet Genesis seven centuries into the future. Dr. John, as he’s called on Genesis, possesses unusual teleportation powers, which he uses to travel through time and space. He can travel with another person just by laying his hand upon them.

 

Now, John has returned to Nonnie’s office at 4 Wills Publishing to propose another journey. John is gazing about the room, taking in the redecoration that has taken place since his last visit, while Nonnie observes him thoughtfully over her steaming cup of coffee.

 

Nonnie:  Why do I have the feeling that this is not just a social call, John?”

 

John: You wound me, Nonnie! Really, I…”

 

Nonnie: (cuts him off)

 

“I’m happy to see y’all, but I have too much work here to go traipsing around the universe…”

 

John: (observes her over the rim of his cup)

 

“Alright, no cat and mouse games! (Nonnie gasps and recoils in horror) Oh, sorry about the feline reference, Nonnie. I forgot you hate cats. I came today because the Earther Ambassador, Andra Ursla returned Marco Rossini home to Genesis in her mighty battleship. And they docked at Genesis One.”

 

Nonnie: I’m almost afraid to ask… how would you know this and what does this have to do with me? I have all these book trailers to…”

 

John: (Smiles at his friend, then looks down at his watch)

 

“Nonnie, you told me on our last trip to Genesis that you’d love to get a tour of Genesis One. ArcGeneral Graham Manchester is the CO of all six orbitals and has agreed to give us a personal tour in… 20 minutes.”

 

Nonnie: (Her eyes narrow as she prepares to scold her friend)

 

“Twenty minutes! Who do you think you are? Why would you do that without consulting me first? This business is no mom and pop operation and you know that!”

 

John: (Shrugs, gets to his feet, puts his mug on her desk and walks to her chair)

 

“I’m sorry… I thought you’d jump at the chance.

 

(He turns to leave her office, but she rises quickly and reaches for his arm to stop his progress… and they both disappear! The next instant, they are standing in a corridor on deck five outside the door of the CO’s suite of offices.)

 

Nonnie: (Barely containing her exasperation as she removes her hand from his forearm. She is in mild shock because of the unexpected trip through time and space, so her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.)

 

“John! Where… are… we? I didn’t sign up for this…”

 

John: (Tries to calm her.)

 

“I’m sorry, Nonnie. As I was leaving your office, I decided to come here to the orbital and cancel our appointment. When you touched me…”

 

Nonnie: (Takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, closes her eyes for a few seconds and then opens them to check out their surroundings. She knows from previous trips with John that she is safe enough.)

 

“Yes, I know… I shouldn’t have touched you. I just didn’t want you to leave angry.”

 

(Just then, a tall, blond officer in uniform who appears to be in his early thirties, emerges from the doorway into the corridor. Upon spotting John, he grinns and walks briskly over to them.)

 

Manchester: “Dr. John, welcome to Genesis One! Who is your lovely friend?”

 

Nonnie: (Disarmed by the ArcGeneral’s charm, Nonnie decides to introduce herself.)

 

“Sir, I am Nonnie Jules and I’m a writer. You may address me as Nonnie. Are you ArcGeneral Manchester?”

 

(John stands by smiling as Nonnie takes charge of the situation.)

 

Manchester: (His smile gives way to a grin as he delightedly takes Nonnie’s hand and enfolds it in both of his.)

 

“Quite right, dear lady! But my friends call me Graham. I’d like you to see our newly refurbished orbital and you can ask whatever you like.”

 

(For the next 60 minutes, the ArcGeneral plays tour guide on all levels of the orbital ending up in his spacious office. The three of them take chairs around a small coffee table while an aide brings them refreshments. Nonnie stands to greet the ArcLieutenant as she places the tray on the table.)

 

Nonnie: “Hello! How are you today?”

 

Graham: “Excuse my poor manners! ArcLieutenant Shirley Slattery, this is Dr. John’s writer friend, Nonnie Jules.”

 

ArcLieutenant: (Smiles warmly at Nonnie and turns to Graham)

 

“Permission to speak freely sir?”  (Graham nods assent and Shirley turns back to Nonnie)

“You’re really a writer?” (She reaches for Nonnie’s hand and Nonnie lets her take it in her own)

“I want to be a writer too! I’d just love to talk to you about it!”

 

Nonnie: “I’d like that too, but I never know where I’ll end up from one moment to another. (She looks at John and gives him a disapproving look.) I’ll ask John to set something up next time we visit Genesis One.

 

(The ArcLieutenant leaves after thanking Nonnie for her kindness. Nonnie wishes her luck with her writing and then turns to address Graham.)

 

“Graham, John… I mean, Dr. John… tells me that the Vice President has returned fully recovered from his near-fatal injuries. Do you think he’s psychologically ready to take on those Rouge thugs?”

 

Graham: (Raises his eyebrows in surprise, then realizes that John probably briefed her)

 

“I really think he returned to us… ah… how shall I put it… a stronger leader.”

 

Nonnie: “Do you think so? Tell me why.”

 

Graham: “He spent a lot of time with First Lord Setter Caine on Earth, and I could see that Setter had a profound impact on Marco. He came back to us more confident and very determined – I could see it in his face, and hear it in his words. He’s a changed man – a better man than he was before.”

 

Nonnie: “Really! I’m glad to hear that. John and I spent several hours with him in his home shortly after he was elected. He was a very sweet man that day but I wondered about his confidence. Can you tell me something about the new ambassador from Earth?”

 

Graham: “Admiral Andra Ursla… you’ll love her, Nonnie.”

 

Nonnie: “What makes you so sure? What’s she like?”

 

Graham: (Chuckles) “Big… really big! Andra is a Kodiak bear who stands over 9 feet tall and her weight is north of 900 pounds. She is one of the smartest and most capable warriors of the Earther Navy. The Admiral knows no fear. She loves humans and she’s very close to President Hastings. She’s also very protective of her friends…”

 

Nonnie: “She sounds like my kind of woman… er… Earther!”

 

(She reaches for John’s arm to get his attention and… they both disappear leaving ArcGeneral Manchester shaking his head in wonder!)   

 

 

Join us tomorrow for Nonnie’s next stop on Genesis!

 

 

 


 

 

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“100 Things We All Wonder About Nonnie Jules” Blog Tour

It is truly my pleasure and honor to present Rave Reviews Book Club president Nonnie Jules here on my blog today! It’s all yours, Nonnie…

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ULTIMATE PRIZE GIVEAWAY #1:

Anyone who purchases a copy of “THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE…” “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND” or “IF ONLY THERE WAS MUSIC” and send to me a copy of the purchase receipt to nonniejules@gmail.com, and also leave a comment along the tour, will get their name entered into a drawing for a $50 Amazon gift card!  One entry for each book that is purchased, whether in e-book or paperback format.  Purchases must take place between 2/14/16 – 2/29/16.  If you’ve already purchased all of my books, then feel free to gift a friend, just for the chance to win!!!  Spend a little, and you could win a lot!!!

ULTIMATE PRIZE GIVEAWAY #2:

Anyone who reads and posts a review of “THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE…” “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND” or “IF ONLY THERE WAS MUSIC” and sends the link to their review to nonniejules@gmail.com, will get their name entered into a drawing for a $20 Amazon gift card!  One entry for each book read and reviewed.  Reviews must be posted between 2/16/16 – 3/15/16 to be placed into the drawing.

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Q:  What triggered the writer in you?

A:  I don’t really know what woke up that giant, but I’ve always loved words and I think if you love words the way I love words, how can you not want to write them?

Q:  You’ve written a novel, a non-fiction book and a collection of poetry.  Which genre is your favorite?

A:  Poetry, hands down is my favorite!  It was my first love and also the area I started writing in, many years ago.

Q:  Is there a genre of writing you haven’t tried yet that you’d like to attempt?

A:  Yes, the one that I AM GOING TO WRITE UNDER, is Sci-Fi only because I like the way John Fioravanti writes it.  I really don’t think I’ve ever read another Sci-Fi book quite like his, and his is good.  I can’t let him top me, either.  #We’reAlwaysCompetingAgainstEachOther

Q:   I know how much you value your privacy—and that is refreshing in this day and age.  But, would you ever consider being a guest on a RAVE WAVES program?

A:  Yes, I do value my privacy, actually, I think more people should, and YES, I have promised John Fioravanti an interview!  Hopefully, he’ll disappear before I have to follow thru on that promise, so, you all stay tuned and if you should happen to notice John’s gone missing, the cat did it!!!

Q:  You’ve built RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB into a worldwide brand in just over two years.  That takes a lot of energy, foresight and thought.  Hollywood has made movies about Steve Jobs of Apple and Mark Zuckerberg from Facebook.  Who is going to play the role of Nonnie Jules in the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB movie?

A:  Well, Beem, thank you so much for that compliment!  It’s nice to know that you think someone would even waste their time making a movie about me, but, without a doubt, the only soul whose fierceness and confidence matches mine:  Angelina Jolie would have to play the part!  I’m not a really big fan of her acting, although I think she’s good, but it’s her personal side that I admire.  She’s an advocate, she (appears) to love children and she stands by her convictions.  Others opinions of her, matters not to her, and that’s what I love most about her!  #Fierce!

To follow Nonnie’s tour and to get more of your questions answered, please visit her Blog Tour Page on the 4WillsPub site http://wp.me/P43s9i-FEw.  Thanks for stopping by today and good luck on winning some of these great prizes!

 

 

CONTACT NONNIE VIA:

Twitter:  http://twitter.com/nonniejules

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/BooksByNonnie

Blogs:  www.nonniewrites.wordpress.com , www.BooksByNonnie.wordpress.com & www.AskTheGoodMommy.wordpress.com

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THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS,”

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DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND,”

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SUGARCOATIN’ IS FOR CANDY & PACIFYIN’ IS FOR KIDS,”

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IF ONLY THERE WAS MUSIC,”

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