Friday, February 27, 2015

Not Without My Father by Andra Watkins


Can an epic adventure succeed without a hero?

Title: Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444 Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace
Author: Andra Watkins
Genre: Memoir
Publisher: Word Hermit Press
Format: Paperback/Kindle
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 Andra Watkins needed a wingman to help her become the first living person to walk the historic 444-mile Natchez Trace as the pioneers did. She planned to walk fifteen miles a day. For thirty-four days.
 After striking out with everyone in her life, she was left with her disinterested eighty-year-old father. And his gas. The sleep apnea machine and self- scratching.
Sharing a bathroom with a man whose gut obliterated his aim.

 As Watkins trudged America’s forgotten highway, she lost herself in despair and pain. Nothing happened according to plan, and her tenuous connection to her father started to unravel.
Through arguments and laughter, tears and fried chicken, they fought to rebuild their relationship before it was too late.

In Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace, Watkins invites readers to join her dysfunctional family adventure in a humorous and heartbreaking memoir that asks if one can really turn I wish I had into I’m glad I did.



Ray Charles

Dad moseyed through the faded grandeur of the Plantation Suite at Hope Farm,

a bed and breakfast in Natchez, Mississippi. Our first stop on my 444-mile

Natchez Trace Parkway saga. Dad planted himself between two canopied beds.

“That the TV?” It was the size of an iPad, perched on a desk. He fumbled with

his suspenders and rocked back and forth on the Persian rug, eyeing chairs he

knew wouldn’t hold his weight. “How’m I gonna watch that?”

I left him cradling his sleep apnea machine and followed my friend Alice into

Mississippi dusk. “What am I doing here?” I whispered.

“You’re gonna be the first person to walk the Natchez Trace as the pio- neers

did.” Alice slammed the trunk of Dad’s tan Mercury Grand Marquis and pushed

her glasses up the bridge of her nose. My dearest friend was the ballast that

would protect me from the onslaught of my father’s outsized personality.

Alice had been part of my life for more than a decade. In my early thirties, my

friends were all married, including Alice. I was the only pa- thetic single person

I knew. While everyone talked about

the possibility of babies, percolating babies and actual, birthed-and-breathing

babies, I chewed my lip and won- dered if I’d ever meet a functional man and

contemplate babies.

Or maybe I wasn’t functional.

I sat alone in my house, ate alone at my table, showered alone in my

bathroom, and slept alone in my bed; yet, I didn’t want to be alone.

I endured lunches and dinners, drinks and parties, listening to every- one

compare notes on the next phase of life, a milestone I couldn’t achieve. They

wove their stories on blue-lined notebook paper, while I clung to holes in the

margin. I came away from these interactions, my insides shrunken and my life

an afterthought. I thought nobody cared about me.

Except Alice.

Even though she was pregnant herself, she tried to steer group con- versations

to non-gestational topics. “What books are you reading?” She asked. Or, “Tell

me about your last trip.” One time, she interrupted some- one mid-ultrasound

photo essay. “We’ve been talking about pregnancy for almost an hour. Can we

spend the last few minutes of lunch on something else?”

If friends are a reflection of who we want to be, I wanted to be more like


While I wove from thing to thing to thing in a vain effort to find my- self, she

became partner in an architecture firm and mothered a daughter I considered

a niece. She was primary caregiver to her disabled brother and supreme

supporter of her husband. I cultivated a friendship with her, because I wanted

to be her. I never understood how she did everything, but I thought if I got to

know her better, some of her juju would dribble onto me.

A decade on, she was a seminal figure in my life.

Alice and I decided Dad as wingman would be the equivalent of what writers

call an unreliable narrator. He might intend to drop me off and pick me up

each day, but given the wealth of strangers between miles one and fifteen, he

couldn’t be depended upon to be there for me.

Alice agreed to babysit my father and schlep me around for the first week of

my Natchez Trace walk. The rest would be just Dad and me.

I didn’t want to think about that.

Not yet.

I shoved the looming time with my father over my shoulder in a moon- lit

parking lot. If I thought about what was coming, I’d quit before I took one step.

Alice heaved grocery bags up narrow stairs. “I think that’s everything you’ll

need for a long walk.”

“Maybe.” I held the screen door and followed her into our suite. A jumble of

athletic gear awaited me. Compression tights. Hiking shoes. En- ergy bars.

CamelBak water bladder. Gadgets and creams designed for the extreme


An athlete? Who was I kidding? In high school, I couldn’t run a mile, score a

goal or hit a ball. Why did I think I could walk more than a half- marathon

every day for a month at forty-four?

I spread a map across the quilted bedspread. A long rectangle stretched from

one side of the bed to the other.

The Natchez Trace.

Almost 450 miles of highway ringed by farms and swampland, its sides were

eroded canyons in some places. Ghostly buffalo herds competed with the

earliest Native American spirits, Spanish conquistadors, French mis- sionaries

and warring armies along a paved federal parkway. I imagined their voices, and

I honored them in my novel. Ten thousand years of his- tory.

The Trace was a tunnel through Time.

From March 1 to April 3, 2014, I planned to walk the highway as our ancestors

did. Fifteen miles a day. One rest day a week. For thirty-four days.

On the eve of my start, I perused a daunting list of things to do: Stock up on

snacks for my daily food kit; buy enough bottled water; organize supplies for

easy access as we moved; fall asleep early to

be rested. I flitted between piles of stuff, wondering how I would winnow it

into one compact pack. I read Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, about her trek up the

Pacific Crest Trail. I didn’t want to carry unnecessary things.

Food, a water-filled CamelBak, Gatorade, a first-aid kit, extra socks, flashlight,

toilet paper, waterproof pants, a spare battery pack for my iPhone, cards

announcing my novel, notes from readers, a Parkway map, a voodoo doll and

mace. Items of necessity. Charms for good luck. One weapon. Two if the

voodoo doll counted.

Everything I needed.

I flattened a roll of toilet paper and shoved it into a ziplock bag. “Dad, can you

help me go through this list? Check off things as I call them out? Dad?”

Even though Dad wore hearing aids, I had to shout if I wanted him to hear

me. He said they didn’t pick up children and women with higher voices, but

I caught him turning them off around me. I barreled into the other room and

found Dad standing in front of a precarious bureau, his sleep apnea machine

balanced on a ledge. An electrical cord dangled from one hand. “Dad! Help me


“I cain’t find a place to plug this thing up.” His filmy eyes scanned walls

papered with yellowed clippings of Dwight Eisenhower and Barry Gold- water.

“This all seems like yesterday......”

I groped along the walls and felt an outlet behind the bed. “You can plug it

right here.” I picked up the end of the cord and scooted under the bed. When I

stuck the prongs in the socket, I held my breath. “No telling whether the wiring

in this place is up to code, right Dad?” Silence. “Oh well, maybe he can’t hear

me under here.” Layers of history peeled back with me as I heaved myself to

stand. Coughing, I knocked dust from my knees in the empty room. “Dad?”

I opened the bathroom door, expecting to find Dad spraying every- thing but

the toilet, but it was vacant. Foiled, I darted into the other room. “Where’s


Alice reclined on one of two mountainous canopy beds, blonde hair splayed on

the pillow. Her eyes drooped behind glasses perched on her heart-shaped face,

and her voice ran thick like syrup. “He went over to talk to Miss Ethel.”

“Again? Jesus God, it’s after nine o’clock.”

She punched her pillow and settled onto her side. “I guess she’s the only

stranger he can find to talk to at this time of night, Andra.”

Miss Ethel was the doyenne of Hope Farm, a spunky wisp of a woman in her

seventies. When I checked in earlier that afternoon, she met me at the front

door and blinked through thick glasses. “Surely you’re not gonna walk all the

way to Nashville, Ondra?”

I winced and bit my lip when she butchered my name, but I didn’t correct her.

People usually didn’t get it, even when I smiled and said, “It’s AN-dra.”

Miss Ethel fingered her double string of pearls, her wrinkled face un- readable.

“Well. Bless your heart. My Yankee husband’ll be sorry he died before he could

meet the likes of you.” She swooshed one silk-clad arm. “Allow me to escort

you to your room.” I followed the impressions her black pumps made in the


Hours later, I looked at the clock on my phone and slipped my feet into some

sneakers. “I have a sick feeling I’m seeing what my father was like when he

was courting women.”

Information no child,  little or grown,  wants to know.

I was not familiar with Andra Watkins before I was offered this book in exchange for a review.
I was not prepared for the emotions I would experience as I read about this woman's decision to take thirty-four days and walk fifteen miles per day to promote her debut novel. 
You have to think - what a CRAZY idea for an author!

Andra is not still in her foolish twenties. She has a husband, might I say a very supportive husband, and elderly parents who, through the stories told in this book, often reminded me of my own family.
There is one reminiscence about Andra's mother and mauve curtains that made me yell YES! That happened to me!

Andra's debut novel, To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis, is a fictionalized novel about the famous explorer Merriweather Lewis, whose death at age 35 remains unexplained.
After reading this memoir, I am looking forward to reading her fiction. 
I am sure her father can get her to autograph a copy for me.

If you are expecting a travelogue sort of book, you will find so much more within these pages.
This is a story of determination, for sure, but also a discovery of self and a discovery of family.
When she invites her 80 year old father to be her wingman on this journey, Andra is really unsure what to expect.
She will be happy if Roy remembers to come back for her at the end of the day.

Roy is difficult to fully appreciate at first. 
Andra has had a difficult time understanding him her whole life.
We get a completely new appreciation when we hear Roy's thoughts, 
especially about being "sandwiched" between women and sometimes feeling an outsider in his own family.
I also appreciated Roy's love for "junk" and wood. The story about how he found and refinished his first piece of furniture really touched my heart.
There is a quote in the book: "I finally understood Lewis's connection with my father. 
They both feared a wasted life, always believing they could use what they were given to do more."

Something else that touched my heart was the connection between bloggers, who may never know each other beyond the virtual world. I am so pleased to have met several supportive women (and even a man or two) who encourage others to follow their dreams, who will invite you into their homes, or jump on a plane to physically support you when possible; sometimes even at great expense to their own bank account or other time commitments.
Bloggers have given a wonderful emotional boost to humanity.

I am recommending evevryone from teenagers on up read this book. For the younger set, I hope you view your parents in a different light and learn to appreciate their concern for you. 
Start a conversation and ask why they have the ideas and opinions they have. I hope you learn something.
For older readers, I am sure you will find your own relationships somewhere in these pages.
Put that fresh awareness to good use and use the time you are given. As Andra encourages: Make A Memory

When Andra reaches her final mile marker, please continue to read the Epilogue and additional pages of information. You will not be disappointed.

Let me add: Great playlist as chapter headings

About the Author

Andra Watkins lives in Charleston, South Carolina. A non-practicing CPA, she

has a degree in accounting from Francis Marion University. She’s still mad at

her mother for refusing to let her major in musical theater, because her mom

was convinced she’d end up starring in porn films. In addition to her writing

talent, Andra is an accomplished public speaker. Her acclaimed debut novel To

Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis was published by Word

Hermit Press in 2014.

Her latest book is the memoir, Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444 Mile

Walk of the Natchez Trace.

For More Information

• Visit Andra Watkins’ website.

• Connect with Andra on Facebook and Twitter.

• Find out more about Andra at Goodreads.

• More books by Andra Watkins.

• Contact Andra.

• Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444 Mile Walk of the Natchez

Trace is available at Amazon.

• Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Lucky Midas

Eight-year-old Lily loves animals, but can't have a pet because of her 
Mom's allergies. When Lily and her older brother rescue a stray dog, 
can they find a way to keep him? 

Lucky Midas is an easy chapter book with pictures for kids ages 6-8. 
There are ten chapters and several colorful illustrations in this kids book for kindle. 
Children who like kids books about pets will enjoy reading about a brother and sister as they rescue a stray dog. 
It appeals to readers of girl books and boy books alike. The sentences are short and the vocabulary appropriate for children in first through third grade.

The dog jumped at the sound, turned, and streaked down the dead end alley. He splashed through three puddles left from the earlier rain shower. 
“You stay at the top of the alley, “ Scott called as he ran past Lily. “I’ll follow him in and turn him around. You catch him when he comes out again.” 
“Good idea.” Lily moved to the middle of the sidewalk at the top of the alley. She watched Scott jog down the alley after the dog. He stayed across from the dog. 
When he got to the bottom of the alley where the building blocked the road, he crossed toward the dog.

Kate Palmer is the mother of six learning to live in the country surrounded by in-laws. 
She is married to the amazing Nate Palmer who is teaching her how to be a farm girl. 
She knows how to butcher a chicken, but can't saddle a horse.

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This is a wonderful beginning reader for both girls and boys, or for parents to share with their young readers.

Lily and Scott have a really good sibling relationship. Besides walking home from school together they play well together also. Both wish they could have a pet but their mom's allergies make that impossible.
For a while they have seen a stray dog running around their neighborhood. Adults are not being very kind to it.

Scott and Lily make a plan to catch the dog, but what then? They can not take him home.
The dog is friendly but also very hungry, and dirty from running loose.

In trying to do the right thing, Lily and Scott find themselves learning about responsibility.
Will they be able to find their new friend, who they name Midas, a home?

I was allowed to read this fun tale in exchange for an honest review.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

An Irresistible Shadow by Kristen S. Blacketer

An Irresistible Shadow by Kirsten S. Blacketer

Lady Evelyn Montgomery, only daughter of the Baron of Rayne, detests

the thought of marriage. She will never allow a man to control her.

Crushed by the constraints of propriety, she steals away from the safety

of the keep and stumbles onto a plot designed to stir up trouble between

England and Scotland. When a mysterious hooded man saves her, she

fights her attraction to him as they join forces to hunt down a traitor and

save her father. But can she save her heart?

Gabriel is a Shadow Guardian. Hiding beneath his black cowl and

blending into the night, he is sworn to protect the Baron's daughter. The spirited Lady Evelyn is far from

the delicate flower he anticipated. She makes herself crystal clear, no man will possess her. Can he

prove to her that love can be more than just possession? Or will the traitor they seek tear them apart


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~About the Author~

Stick her in the middle of a chaotic home with two children, a hyperactive dog, and a camouflage 

wearing husband, and she can cook and clean with the best of them. But when the sun goes down and 

the children are nestled in bed fast asleep, she tucks away her pots and broom and like Cinderella 
she transforms.

Her characters creep forth from the dark recesses of her mind taking their places in the castles and 

forests built from her words. No simpering heroines linger there with forlorn gazes turned to the horizon, 

waiting for their Prince Charming. They straighten their spine, arming themselves with blade and bow, 

prepared to do their part in defense of their honor and destiny. She breathes life into the women she 

believes our ancestors to be, showing how they lived and loved with passion and grace.

Never bored by the tales still left to tell, she battles the ever sarcastic muse in her quest for romance.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Easy Like Sunday Mourning by Jennie Marts

Dating is hard…

Single mom Maggie Hayes puts up a tough front to hide her 

loneliness, spending her days in the courtroom as a lawyer and 

her evenings as a closet video gamer. Another heartache isn’t 

worth the risk, not after her husband left her last year for a 

Hooters waitress. When she decides to try dating again, a cute 

video game-designing nerd seems like a safe bet….Until he becomes the prime suspect in a murder.

But falling in love can be murder…

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Jeremy Rogers makes a good living designing video games, but nothing prepares him for the

real world adventure of being accused of poisoning his own employee. Add in falling for a 

sassy attorney with a competitive ex-husband, a clingy blonde coworker, and a mammoth-

size dog that eats his furniture. Suddenly fighting off a screen full of zombies or preventing 

an alien invasion seems like child’s play.

Game over!

Maggie and Jeremy find themselves embroiled in a game of death threats, lies, and betrayal. 

Maggie must learn to trust again while playing the most dangerous game of all. Because 

defeat could mean not only losing her heart, but also her life…

Revisit the quaint Colorado town of Pleasant Valley and sit in with the Page Turners Book 

Club, a group of book-loving women who double as extremely amateur detectives. Join them 

as they set out to help their friend, while devouring good literature and some really great 


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Maggie knocked on Jeremy’s door, her heart in her throat. She knew it was late, and she 

prayed he would be glad to see her.

She had no phone to call ahead and warn him that she was coming. Her purse was at the 

bottom of the lake. Thank goodness she hadn’t taken her car keys out on their date.

She was in such a hurry to get to Jeremy, to do something spontaneous for once, that she just 

grabbed a jacket, threw it on over her nightgown, and jumped in the car. The jacket barely 

covered her short pajamas and left her legs bare. She had scribbled a quick note saying she 

went for a drive and would be back soon, and left it on her nightstand just in case anyone 

came looking for her.

She had no shoes, no driver’s license, no wallet. She’d watched her speed as she had driven 

over, more worried about a cop catching her in a short black satin nightgown with no bra 

than with no license.

The front door opened, and Jeremy stood there, in a pair of black boxers with a picture of 

Han Solo and a caption about his light saber on them. His hair was smooshed and stood up in 

little spikes on the side of his head. He squinted at her through his thick black glasses. He 

couldn’t have looked more nerdy. Or more adorable. And she knew that she loved him.

She gave him a little wave. “Hi.”

“Maggie? Is that really you?” He stood back from the door and let her in. The house was 

dark except for the light from the flames thrown off by the fire that glowed in the fireplace. 

A pillow and a throw blanket lay haphazardly on the sofa. “I fell asleep on the couch and 

was just having a dream about you. Am I still dreaming?”

“If you are, then I’m dreaming too. And I don’t want to wake up.”

He shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Is that okay? That I just showed up? I know it’s late.”

His face broke into a grin, as if he had just received his favorite gift at Christmas time. 

“Heck ya, it’s okay. It’s awesome.” He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, lifting 

her off her feet and planting a kiss on her lips.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hands slide down her back and cup her 

bottom under the jacket.

Jeremy pulled back, a mischievous look on his face. “Are you wearing a thong?”

Maggie’s face broke into a naughty grin. “Maybe.”

“Is it my birthday?”

“It might as well be.” She nibbled at the spot she loved, right under his earlobe. “You’ll have 

to unwrap me to get your gift.”

He smiled at her, a grin so big it nearly split his face. “Challenge accepted.” He carried her 

into the living room, her legs still tight around his waist, and dumped her onto the sofa. He 

straddled her and grasped the belt that tied her light jacket shut. “Should I just rip the 

wrapper off my present to see what’s inside? Or should I take it slow and savor the process?”

Maggie looked up at him, the flames of the fire reflected in his brown eyes. She searched his 

face and all she saw was love and wonder and passion. She felt this was right. This moment 

was exactly where she was supposed to be, and she knew she loved this man. Her voice was 

husky and low. “We’ve got all night. I think you should savor it and take it slow. Really 


Wonderful loveable and bumbling cast of characters in this amazing second installment of the Page Turners cozy mysteries.

Maggie was married, although you do get the single mother vibe from her. 
Before her husband left her for a Hooters waitress, he was self absorbed. 
His family, wife and two sons, was convenient only to show how "successful" he was.
Maggie is beautiful and intelligent and still not quite over the anger of being left for a "newer model" 
when her ex decides he wants to move back in - and make moves on Maggie as well.

Maggie has a wonderful eclectic group of friends of various ages, from teen to senior citizen.
They, and their husbands, are all called upon to help when Maggie's recent boyfriend (she doesn't care for that term at her age) becomes the suspect in an employee's death at his video game design company.
The eveidence seems damning and even Maggie, who happens to be a lawyer, begins to doubt how well she knows
her new beau, Jeremy. 
A buxoumous blonde, who is also Jeremy's employee, does nothing to make Maggie feel any better.

This is both a murder mystery and a romantic disaster novel. There is no shorttage of handsome men. 
Maggie seems to catch all of their attention.
Also included is automotive adventure - road rage and kidnapping, life threatening stuff.
One of my favorite sections was a road trip to Comic-Con. And of course Chewie, not the Star Wars one.

~About the Author~                      

Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories filled with love, friendship 

and intrigue. She writes for Entangled Publishing and is the Kindle Bestselling author of the 

Page Turners series, which includes the romantic comedies: Another Saturday Night & I 

Ain’t Got No Body, Easy Like Sunday Mourning, and Just Another Maniac Monday. 

Reviewers call her books “laugh out loud” funny and full of great characters that are 

“endearing and relatable.”

She writes from the mountains of Colorado where she lives with her husband, two sons, a 

golden retriever named Cooper and a Sheltie puppy named Maggie. Jennie enjoys being a 

member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Colorado Indie Authors, and Pikes Peak 


Jennie is addicted to Diet Coke and adores Cheetos. She loves playing volleyball and 

believes you can’t have too many books, shoes or friends.

Jennie loves to hear from readers.

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by Tamara Gill


Time-traveling archaeologist Sarah Baxter just left a piece of 21st-century equipment in 19th 

century Regency England. Unfortunately, when she goes back to retrieve it, she makes an even 

bigger mess of things—resulting in the death of an English earl. Now his brother is not only 

out for revenge, but he also has Sarah's device. Now Sarah must find a way to steal back her 

device, hide the truth about the earl's brother and—most importantly—to not fall in love...


“You will have to sleep with him.” Richard threw his cheroot into the unlit hearth. “I thought you

planned on doing that anyway. You like him, and he obviously likes you, so what’s the problem?

It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

Sarah shushed him and sat down on the opposite chair. “That’s not the point. I can’t just jump

his bones; women of this era don’t work that way. He has to court me, woo me.” She sighed

at Richard’s disgusted expression. “I know it sounds lame, but it’s actually quite nice to have a

gentleman sweep you off your feet.”

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Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia,

where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the

UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to


A mother of three, her two little gentleman's in the making, a future Lady (she hopes) and

a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment's peace

she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and


Tamara loves hearing from readers and writers alike. You can contact her through her website,

and sign up to follow her blog or newsletter.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, 

where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the 

UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to 


A mother of three, her two little gentleman's in the making, a future Lady (she hopes) and 

a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment's peace 

she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and 


Tamara loves hearing from readers and writers alike. You can contact her through her website, 

and sign up to follow her blog or newsletter.

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Monday, February 23, 2015

Bash and Lucy Fetch Jealousy

From an award-winning Mom-Son team featured on the Today Show, Bash and

Lucy Fetch Jealousy is a contemporary boy-and-dog book. Bash's dog, Lucy, 

helps coach his soccer team, and Lucy leads the team to the championships by 

kissing the players and making them laugh. But Bash is overcome with jealousy 

when Lucy enchants a team of Special Olympics kids who say they want her 

to coach their team. Can Bash overcome his jealousy and learn to share Lucy 

with kids who say they need her? 

This is Book Two in the Bash and Lucy series, 

following Bash and Lucy Fetch Confidence, a Mom's Choice Silver Award winner 

and finalist, USA Best Book Awards.

Book Excerpt:

At every game, Bash’s dog, Lucy, trotted around the field in her blue coach's 

hat and shirt. She led Bash’s team to victory with her four-legged leadership 


She smothered the players with kisses, cheered them with happy yaps, 

snuggled with them when they made mistakes, and offered a friendly paw to every team they beat.

For More Information

• Bash and Lucy Fetch Jealousy is available at Amazon.

• Pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble.

• Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

Watch the book trailer!

Who hasn't felt a twinge of jealousy when their best friend pays attention to someone else?
No one wants to feel left out. Bash already shares Lucy with his whole team.
When a new kid shows up, a kid who already has a dog, and says HIS team needs Lucy's special coaching skills,
I can't blame Bash for feeling a little upset.

The illustrations in this book are fun and beautiful.
This book is cute on many levels. 
When Bash's friends help him look for Lucy it shows the power of friendship.
When Lucy is found coaching the other team, there is an opportunity for emotional growth.
A wonderful opportunity also for parents to discuss feelings with their children, 
and the concepts of right and wrong.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion.
I love it!

Pump Up Your Book

Win by Submission

We are so excited to be featuring Melynda Price here today for her brand new cover reveal!
  Before we take a look at this amazing cover let's get to know Melynda a little better. 

Melynda Price is the author of several contemporary and paranormal romance titles, including Until Darkness Comes, Shades of Darkness, Courting Darkness, and Braving the Darkness, all in the Redemption Series. Price writes for ardent readers who want to fall in love over and over again. Her goal is to make the unbelievable believable while taking her characters to the limit with stories full of passion, heart, and unexpected twists. Salting stories with undertones of history whenever possible, Price adds immeasurable depth to her well-crafted books. Win by Submission is the first book of her upcoming mixed martial arts–themed Against the Cage series. She lives with her husband and two children in Northern Minnesota, where there are plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee and write.

Let's look at the book now before we get to see this cover.

Contemporary  Romance 
Age 18+

To win her heart, he’ll be in for the fight of his life.
After an illegal kick during a CFA title fight fractures Cole Easton’s spine, doctors say there’s nothing more they can do for the bitter Vegas fighter. They say it’s a miracle he can walk, if that’s what you call his crutch-dragging limp. Unwilling to give up on him, Cole’s manager sends the injured fighter to the best physical therapist he knows: his niece, Katie Miller. When Cole arrives in the small town of Somerset, Wisconsin, he quickly discovers his sly manager may have had reasons other than rehab for sending him to this frozen tundra.
After a year of running from an abusive ex-boyfriend, Katie has returned to her hometown to care for her father, who’s recovering from a stroke. When Uncle Marcus calls in a favor, she reluctantly finds herself taking on a rancorous MMA fighter, broken at the height of his career. He’s insanely sex-on-a-stick hot—and everything she loathes in a man.
If Cole thinks his fighting days are over, he’s dead wrong. To save Katie from her past and to win her heart, he’ll be in for the fight of his life.

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“Cole, what are you doing?” 

“Waiting for you...”

“Why?” Katie’s tone was soft with exaggerated patience.

He met and held her emerald stare. “Because you’re worth the wait.”

Tears gathered in her eyes, pooling on her lower lashes. One broke loose and landed on his arm. The hot 

moisture made his chest constrict, his heart ached with an emotion he dare not name.

“You’re wasting your time, Cole.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. I know what you’re doing, Kat, and I’m not going to let you.” His grip on her 

legs tightened, his thumb skimming the inside of her thigh. 

Her breath hitched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied. “Let me do what?”

“Push me away. Pretend that this isn’t happening.”

“That’s because it isn’t.”

“Oh, it’s happening…”

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