Review: EZGO Ultimate Foot File Callus Remover

EZGO Ultimate Foot File Callus Remover - Double-Side Grinding, Long Lasting Stainless Steel Colossal Pedicure Foot Rasp Callus Removal, Removes Callus for Extra Smooth and Beauty Foot (Black)

EZGO Ultimate Foot File Callus Remover – Double-Side Grinding, Long Lasting Stainless Steel Colossal Pedicure Foot Rasp Callus Removal, Removes Callus for Extra Smooth and Beauty Foot (Black)

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    Our EZGO Foot File has a rougher side and a smoother side for instantly eliminating thick callused skin, the handle is comfortable to grasp and it has a hole in the handle so they can be hung in the shower or bath easily

    Perfect Double Sided Foot File gently, effectively removes your thick hard skin to reveal touchable soft, smooth feet

    No need to soak feet prior to using this foot rasp, gives equally good results on both dry and wet foot surfaces that allows the user to work according to their own preference and satisfaction

    Safe and effective to remove dead skin from feet for the perfect pedicure at home

    This is a non-electronic Foot Rasp, so it is safe to use. It has large ergonomic head & a firm handle. The micro-sanding foot rasps surface works to remove dead skin and leave you with smooth feet and reduce cracked heels.


    Surgical grade stainless steel surface, it’s high quality stainless steel surface with appropriate blade sharpness works instantly to shave off layers of dried callouses and hard skin.

    Our foot file can be used on wet feet as well as dry feet, an option that is not available with other foot files in market

    Light-weight and largest file surface for corn and callus removal.

    The handle is comfortable to hold and don’t slip out of your hand.

    Perfect to use when traveling because it is lightweight.


    Be careful, this foot file works very well and very fast!


I needed a new file for my feet. After doing some research I decided to give this one by EZGO a try. I was pleased with how fast it shipped and that it was nicely packaged.


I really like this double-sided foot file! I was not expecting the size or the length of the handle. It makes holding it and using it so much easier. One side is smooth and the other is bumpy, but they seem to work about the same.

My heels tend to get very dry and cracked during the summer because I often walk around barefoot or in sandals. It is so nice having a file that can smooth everything out. It really helps my feet to look their best!


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Review: Apalus Straightening Hair Brush, Ceramic Hair Straightener Brush, Heated

  • Apalus Straightening Hair Brush, Ceramic Hair Straightener Brush, Heated Hair Brush

Apalus Straightening Hair Brush, Ceramic Hair Straightener Brush, Heated Hair Brush

Purchased from Amazon


  • Power switch and heat UP/DOWN keys will be locked in 5 seconds when it is power on. Double click the power switch will unlock the keys.
  • In-house technology of temperature control. Comb case temperature is controlled at 50-60℃(120-140℉) for safety use.
  • Fast heat-up:1 minute heat up to 80℃ (180℉), 3 minutes heat up to the max 230℃ (450℉).
  • Convenient Centigrade to Fahrenheit convert: press “+””-“button at same time.
  • 25% longer ceramic plates, brush structure design great for hair root straightening.



I oldest daughter straightens her hair every day. When she saw this Apalus Straightening Hair Brush she begged me to get it for her to try out. Because I am a sweet momma I did.

It arrived quickly and we very well packaged.


The straightening brush also comes with a couple of large clips to help separate the hair into batches while you are using the brush. And a thermal protective glove, as the brush does get very hot the glove will protect against burning when operating it.

The brush straightens quickly and efficiently applying the heat with a negative ion action that reduces static frizzing. The controls are on the side of the handle and are easily operated.


My daughter uses this straightening brush everyday. It is easy to use and so comfortable because the tips ends are soft. It does a really good job of smoothing out her hair and making it look soft and straight.


The above picture is my daughter’s hair before and the below picture is the after. It only took her less than 10 minutes to get it straightened! With her other straighteners it takes a whole lot longer than that!

My daughters loves this straightener brush and she thinks if you have hair that you like to straighten then this should be on your Santa list!


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Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!

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I wanted to wish all my friends a very Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have a relaxing day spent with your love ones.

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I am so thankful for so much. My family tops that list and I am happy to announce that we are expecting another blessing next year!

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Thanks so much for stopping by today! I hope you have a very Blessed day!

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$50 Amazon Gift Card or Paypal Cash Giveaway: Guardian of the Way by Diane Moat

  guardian-of-the-way Guardian of the Way by Diane Moat

It’s been two centuries since someone murdered the last Guardian of the Way, closing off this world from the many realms of magic and fae. Cassiopeia “Cass” Wilson is an eighteen-year-old living on her own for the first time. The only magic she’s interested in is the kind that will help her pay the bills on time. Little does she know that a trip to the hospital after a fainting spell will change her life forever. Cass soon learns she may be fae, and everything points to her being the next Guardian of the Way.

There’s just one problem: whoever—or whatever—killed the last Guardian wants Cass dead too. Cass quickly runs into problems, and an attack by djinn is just the first. But Cass joins forces with a wrath daemon, were-creatures, and fae on a quest to reach the Lighthouse—the site of the Way. Cass soon learns about wizards desperate to keep the Way closed to serve their dark purposes, and she comes to a crossroads: will she take the test to become the new Guardian and leave her normal life behind? Or will the Way remain closed to all who need it? amazon Praise for Guardian of the Way

“Cass Wilson takes us right along with her in this journey, revealing a world she never knew existed, with a diverse new tribe of companions, protectors, and friends. A must read for anyone who wonders what else is out there beyond what we can see.” by C.S. “A strong story, full of surprises. Getting there is half the fun, but is she meant for this challenging job between many worlds? Quite worth a read.” by M. Hayden add to goodreads Excerpt

 A massive lighthouse sits off the coast of Maine near the town of Cutler. The building has stood empty for over two-hundred years. Those who can make out the edifice view a tower of stone and paned glass unlike any other lighthouse they have ever seen. The specific dimensions are hard to determine as this structure, unlike most lighthouses, is not a single tower. Instead, it has a broader base than usual, with what appear to be turrets at the top. The construction may even consist of two buildings connected at the middle. But not many people question this odd lighthouse, or even wonder why it remains vacant. This is because most Humans can’t actually see the Lighthouse. A few who have a drop of Fey, Were or “Other” blood may perceive an ordinary lighthouse. And some instinct guides these souls to avoid the building, though they wouldn’t be able to voice why if they were asked.

True Fey, Were, Vampires, and other supernatural beings can certainly identify the building known to them as the Lighthouse, but none of them dare try to enter. Those genuine descendants know the Way is blocked, and has been for the two-hundred years the Lighthouse has stood dark. The place has sat empty since the most recent Lighthouse Guardian died one horrible night at thepinnacle. The Guardian had only been Guardian for four-hundred years and was killed well before his time. Inside the Lighthouse lies the only permanent causeway (the “Way”) between the worlds of magic and the world of the mundane. Fey, Were, Vampires and other non-Humans, despite the barrier to journeying across from inside the Lighthouse, could still travel between these two worlds using costly magic spells—but such a trip is difficult and dangerous. The entrance to the Way closed at the time of the Guardian’s death, and neither magic nor mundane had been able to open it since.

On one late evening in particular, a large man sat under a tree just outside of Cutler, eating the stew his mate had made earlier and placed in a storage dish. The season was early fall, but already the nights had a bite to them. The man was on his third shift of watch duty in a row. He had pulled this job ten months previously and was glad the rotations were only a year long. He would be back home in Louisiana before the truly bitter winter was well underway. The man was suddenly blinded by a light coming from the very top of the Lighthouse.

The man’s reflexes were frighteningly quick, but even so he dropped his stew. Flabbergasted, he stared directly at the light for a full twenty seconds, until he no longer cared about the meal. He turned away from the brightness, and shedding his clothes, he found his legs shortening and his arms lengthening. In less than a minute, a large dark-grey Wolf shook himself once, then again. Glancing back for a final look at the Lighthouse, the Wolf began running toward the town. He wouldn’t stop running until he was at his pack leader’s house. From there, word would spread like a virus. Everything was different now. For somewhere in this ordinary domain, two minutes before, a brand-new Guardian had been born.   diane


Author Diane Moat When not creating fantastical worlds of young adult fiction, Diane Moat spends her time in Tennessee as an animal rescuer and nurse. Her various rescue dogs often assist her in the creative process.

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Excerpt: SPIN THE SKY by Jill MacKenzie

Spin the Sky 9781510706866

SPIN THE SKY by Jill MacKenzie


Magnolia Woodson wants nothing more than to get her and her sister, Rose, out of the pitifully small, clamming-obsessed Oregon town that hates them—she just doesn’t know how. Forced to put up with the snide comments and hateful looks the townspeople throw at them, Mags thinks she’s destined to pay for the horrible, awful thing her mom did—and that she’s left her and Rose to deal with—until the day she dies.
But when a nationwide televised dance competition posts tryouts in nearby Portland, Mags’s best friend, George, says they have to go and audition. Not only have they spent the past fourteen years of their lives dancing side-by-side, dreaming of a day just like this, but also it could be Mags’s chance of a lifetime—a chance to win the grand-prize money and get her and Rose out of Summerland, a chance to do the thing she loves most with everyone watching, a chance to show the town that she’s not—and has never been—a “no-good Woodson girl,” like her mother. But will the competition prove too steep? And will Mags be able to retain her friendship with George as they go head-to-head in tryouts? Mags will have to learn that following her dreams may mean changing her life forever.


Chapter One

My hands reach up to move stars, rearrange space.

I pivot on my left foot and in one perfect circle, I turn, turn, facing all four walls of this studio. Here, I am alone. Here, I can be anyone.

My leg extends. It is one fluid wave. Drawing in, drawing out. Governed by tide.

The music releases its breath, and with it, mine.

My leg comes down, torso folding, until I’m on the ground. Stomach down. Face down. Pulled flat by wicked earth.

My hands rise, taking my heart, legs, soul with them. I run, twist, turn. Fly. Fly. Beat my chest with open hands. Crush my skeletons with my feet, inches from the floor.

I sink. Back rounded. Sink. A semicircle. Sink. A crescent moon.

The tempo speeds. Drums beat fast, fueling my limbs and blood.

In the air, my body coils, never landing. But the gravity betrays me, as always, so I leap again. Fly. Soar. Dance again.

I am invisible. I am invincible.

If only for a second.

George bursts through the studio door like his ass is on fire.

His face is all flushed and his hands are clutching this flyer that is, I guess, the source of his wide, wild eyes. My stomach gets this tight, wobbly feeling. Because I’ve seen this look on him before.

I scurry over to the side of the room and slap the Off but­ton on the stereo before he has the chance to grill me on what, exactly, I’m doing here in Katina’s studio. A whopping thirty minutes before class. Without him. I’ll never tell him that I often come alone. Never, when I know he’d never understand.

He waves the flyer in my face—so close I can’t even read it—and pumps his fist in the air like he’s some kind of rock star. “They’re coming to Portland, Mags. We’ve got to be there.”

“Who’s coming where?”

“See for yourself. Read it and weep, suckers.”

He hurls the page at me, releasing it inches above my face. It sails down in a back-and-forth motion, so I scramble to catch it. George’s mouth breaks into a smile that’s as wide as our Wick Beach. “It’s fate. You know it is.”

I read the last line of the flyer out loud: “If you can dance, don’t miss this dancertunity of a lifetime!” I look up at him. “Seriously?”

“We’re so going.”

“No way. What for?”

“To try out, naturally.” George jetés to the far corner of the room. When the wall in front of him forces him to stop, he spins around. “I’m good, and so are you. I think it’s about time we took our place in the limelight.” He stops short. “Wait. You’re not scared to try out, are you?

“Definitely not scared.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “Scared of what?”

“Then it’s settled.” His grin swallows his whole face.

I can’t even imagine what it’d be like to smile that big. It must feel so freeing, like being able to extend your leg straight up during arabesque, no ligaments or skin to hold you back. “No way,” I say. “You know Rose and I already live under a microscope. Why would I want to make us even more seen?”

“Because. For once, it’d be the good kind of seen.”

I grab my bag and join Abby and Quinn and Mark in the waiting room.

George follows behind me, whispers in my ear. “Working with Gia Gianni, Mags. Can you even imagine what that would be like?”

I take off my flower-studded earrings and slide out the four inches of cut pillowcase I’ve concealed under my bra strap. I poke the posts from my earrings through the cloth and replace the backings. Then I shove it in the pocket of my bag before George can see.

I know exactly what it would be like to work with Gia, to be in the presence of a legendary choreographer like her for any length of time: like the fourteen years I’ve spent getting up early and getting here before school and on weekends and working and sweating, every single day, has all led up to the kind of grand finale that makes every single minute of it worthwhile. Like I really am flying.

Then I think of doing it on TV in front of thousands. In front of every damn person in this damn town. “There’s no way I’m going.”

“Why?” George says.

“You know why.”

“But you’re gorgeous. Totally Live to Dance material.”

“I’d also be like the world’s biggest target if I went on that show.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that.” George rolls his eyes and then, when a group of skater boys passes by the window, he rolls up the front of his T-shirt, exposing abs cut like a New York steak. His gaze zeros in on the boy in the middle—the tallest of the three—the one with blacker hair than my toes after three back-to-back pointe classes. As much as I don’t want them to, my eyes follow George’s every move. Up his smooth, pale chest. Down to the menacing little V peeking out on both sides of his hips from the top of his shorts. My own stomach muscles tighten, but for a very different reason than his. I may be Live to Dance material, but I’ll never be what he wants.

“Hey, George.”

George swivels around and, mercifully, releases his T-shirt just as a redheaded freshman girl and two of her dancer-wannabe friends scoot through the door. She flutters her eye­lashes at him in this absurdly cartoonish way that makes me think of Betty. No, Veronica. Which is worse. Way worse.

“Oh. Hey, you.” He smiles that smile back at her, this time showing both rows of his naturally sea-bleached teeth. By the look on her face, it’s like the girl’s going to pee herself right here in the foyer of Katina’s studio.

George turns back to the window, the boys’ backs still slightly in view. While his head is turned, the freshman nar­rows her eyes at me and mouths all five letters of the word that’s become like a second name to me: T-R-A-S-H. But it could be worse. It could be the other, newer name some folks have taken to calling Rose and me instead. The one that’ll never let us forget what we did. Not like we could forget it if we tried.

It echoes in my head: Murderer.

“See you after class, George,” the freshman says, though she doesn’t take her eyes off me.

George waves over his shoulder but keeps his eyes on that window. The freshman ducks into Studio B, the class next to ours.

When the boys are totally out of sight, George looks over at me. Me, who never left him. Me, who never would.

“Think about it, Mags. Mikhail Baryshnikov. Aimee Bonnet. Michael Jackson. They all got their big breaks somewhere. This could be our somewhere. Just think of it as a chance for us to get out of here.” He mumbles, “Maybe our only chance.”

“Get out of here and go where? We’re good, but Mikhail Baryshnikov good? Fat chance.”

“But think of the recognition we’d get.”

“I’m already too recognizable.” I sink down on the bench and stretch the toes on my right foot, the bones squeezing together till they feel like they’ll crumble. When I try to do the same with the left one, this small pain shoots through my toes and up my ankle. I wiggle my toes a few times and it goes away.

George does a couple of flawless grand battements. His legs kick dangerously close to my face. “But you love perform­ing. You said so last year during spring recital.”

I think about the spring recital and what, exactly, I had said about it. Love? I don’t think so. But I do remember being back­stage and hearing the warm purr of the crowd as we waited to go on. I do remember Katina telling us all to dance like we needed it to breathe, love, live. I do remember thinking that dancing was the only place I felt completely, totally myself.

But I also remember that that night, I watched as George threw down an almost perfect solo. When he finished, the whole audience clapped and whistled for him, making so much happy noise actual car alarms went off all over town. He was good, so he deserved it. But also, the cheers were there because he’s George Moutsous, enough said. When I performed my solo just minutes after him, there were only five people in the audience clapping for me: Mr. and Mrs. Moutsous; Katina; George’s archrival and the only other friend I’ve got left in Summerland, Mark McDonald; and, of course, Rose.

But the absence of clapping, replaced by the occasional boo and hiss, had nothing to do with me sucking or not sucking— that much I know. ’Cause when I came off the stage, Katina was there waiting. She cupped my cheeks in her hands and lifted my head so that I had no choice but to let my eyes gather in hers.

“Forget about them. You’re going places. You’re going to be the one that makes it.” Then she turned around and told the rest of the dancers how I had demonstrated what it means to dance like no one’s watching. But it didn’t matter what she said. The Thing That Happened had already happened, two weeks earlier, and was there, hanging over my head like an ax waiting to fall. But I couldn’t forget about those hisses and boos. They came from my people. They were my town. What they thought of me—of us—it mattered. No matter what Katina said, it mattered.

I twist the end of my waist-length ponytail around my index finger. “I said I like being on stage. I didn’t say I liked performing in front of that many people and I sure as shit didn’t say I wanted to do it in front of the whole entire nation.”

George grabs the end of my ponytail away from my fid­dling fingertips. He lets my hand linger in his, a nest cradling a robin’s egg, before slowly placing it at my side. “We’ve got to do this, Magnolia. We’ve got a real shot at this.”

“I know. But I’m still not doing it.”

“Why? Because you could actually make your dreams come true? As if you don’t need that cash prize. You could buy a car. Go to college. Think of this as an opportunity.”

“You mean a dancertunity, right?” I try to shake off George and his penchant for dreaming solar-system big, most of the time, without any thoughts of reality bringing him back to earth. Do we actually have a shot at this crazy thing? Yeah, maybe. But what I won’t tell George is that having a shot is actually the one thing that scares me the most. Yet somehow, his words stick me, like pins in a voodoo doll.



Ten thousand dollars.

Not for college, or a new car. But maybe . . .

Maybe once they saw me on the show—the only show Mom and I watched together and loved together for six glo­rious weeks every fall—they’d see. See that I’m not her, not any of the things they whisper about Rose and me when they think we can’t hear them, and even when they know we can.

And once I won that money, I could give it to Rose so she could step away from the road she’s strolled dangerously close to every single day since last year. Since the day The Thing That Happened happened. And maybe even Mom would see me up there on TV. See us and want to come home and try one last time. Maybe then we could take her to one of those fancy places. Not like the ones here in Summerland. Good ones. Real ones. Ones where no one knows anything about Woodson girls or what it’s like to be one. Like the kind I saw online that swore up and down its glossy site that, with the right amount of money, they could change anybody’s life.

Even mine.

Author Bio:

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Jill Mackenzie, a Vancouver native, is an ex-ballerina and contemporary dancer. Now working toward her MFA in creative writing at the University of British Columbia (UBC), Jill chassés between roles as part-time student, full-time mom, and always-writer. Though Jill no longer studies dance, she still tries to dance herself clean whenever she can. Currently she lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, where she spends her free time beach-bound with her husband and two beautiful daughters.

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Spotlight: Winter Lites: A Collection of Seasoned Tales

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Winter Lites: A Collection of Seasoned Tales
Presented by Lavish Publishing
By Samantha Jacobey, Annie Rose Welch, R.A. Carter-Squire, Desiree L. Scott, M.L. Steinbrunn, A.J. Nicky Hjort, L.A. Remenicky, Anita Cox
This fall and winter season, Lavish Publishing is proud to bring together five of our new and established authors along with a few of their friends to present Winter Lites: A Collection of Seasoned Tales.
Inside this boxed set of novellas, eight special journeys await – all clean reads, ranging from love stories to paranormal thrillers. Each is told in the authors’ unique voice, all are professionally edited and proofed, and only available in this special bundle for the 2016 holiday season.
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The Binding ~ Samantha Jacobey
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One cursed diary will change two strangers forever…
Merideth Monroe was born to a wealthy politician; luxury was her middle name. The happiest childhood, the finest schools, and landing her dream career; her future couldn’t have been brighter. She didn’t care that her mother wanted a different path for her; but when her mother is murdered and she appears to be next, nothing in her flawless life will matter.
Rider Bradshaw lived a carefree existence. Ex-military, he only wanted out of his family’s shaded history and chose to leave the sins of their past behind. However, when a girl he’s never heard of is placed in his charge by his father, protecting her becomes his obsession and keeping her safe his only reality.
Can Meri and Rider use her mother’s old book to figure out why someone is after them? Or will the guilty party succeed, ripping the tome away before killing them and then slithering back into the darkness…
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About the Author:
Anyone who knows me could tell you, I am a friendly kind of person, never met a stranger and take up conversations anywhere at any time. I work hard, and my mind never seems to shut down, as I wake up often in the middle of the night with ideas pouring out and demanding to be dealt with. Of course that means much of my books were written in the middle of the night.
I grew up and still live in the great state of Texas where everything is bigger, where we have warm weather and a central location. I love my state, my town, and my family, which includes my four sons, my significant other, and many friends as well.
I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the books that are currently available and hope you will enjoy reading them just as much. And of course, there will be many more stories to come.
Hazel Darling: Sweetest Sister ~ Annie Rose Welch
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A pinch of a sordid past.
A dash of vices.
A heaping handful of sisters.
A bit of faith.
And a lot of baking.
Stir it all together somewhere new, somewhere like Carmel, California.
Hazel Little Darling is hoping this is a recipe for a new start. Hazel is banking on a life full of flour, sugar, butter, and fairytales to make all her dreams come true. A life far removed from the one she had been living—a life of secrets with her infamous gang of sisters. She swears off excess food, drinks, pills, and, boys, all in hopes of living the “good life.”
California brings the mysterious Tobias Jameson, who seems to materialize in the still of the night. Their fated rendezvous under the stars is a short one, leaving Hazel to draw her own conclusions about what exactly transpired between two passing souls. After their meeting, Hazel’s sure that she’ll never again see the handsome man who seemed to understand her without truly knowing her. Tobias has other plans, though, and he fights for a place in Hazel’s life— something Hazel has never experienced before and that makes her trust him even less. So when Hazel’s history is brought to light, she’s not sure whether her past will steal her happily ever after, or become the foundation of her life’s greatest recipe.
Her sweetest remedy, or nothing but a bitter goodbye.
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About the Author:
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California).
Her passion for writing began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soulmates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. Deciding on a whim to hitch up those same wagons, Annie currently resides in Texas (where everything is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie’s website:
She can also be found on Facebook & Twitter.
Dirty Old Man ~ R.A.Carter-Squire
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Roy Corwin, a simple man, widower, retired. A long life lived with a purpose, but don’t ever call him a Dirty Old Man.
Roy loved Halloween. He treated it as the most special night of the year, next to Christmas Eve. Decorations, spooky stories, kids dressed as ghosts and goblins running from house to house collecting enough candy to satisfy any sweet tooth for a year. That’s what he thought until this year.
Roy, a decorated Vietnam veteran, lives alone in his childhood home in a neighborhood where the only other occupied house belongs to a drug lord.
Two foes united by differing memories of Halloween, a visit from a lost friend. Years, of savagery in the jungles of a foreign country, struggling with the loss of his wife, and living with the stigma of a slanderous dark story from his past, have pushed him to the brink on this All Hallows Eve. Roy is taking back his self-respect.
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About the Author:
Mr. Carter-Squire likes to write what he enjoys reading…thriller/mystery/horror. He’s had the pleasure of reading most authors in these genres, from Doyle to Grisham, from Poe to King and everyone in between. The story is what compels him to read and continue reading. That’s his plan when he writes and continues to develop his abilities to give you the reader, the best possible story to entertain you. Mr. Carter-Squire has achieved a top ten placement in the Horror Fans Fiction Appreciation competition. Competed in the World’s Best Fiction competition and received a top 200 placing. Rick’s work is supported by his amazing wife and family, because they are his first audience.
Please be kind and leave a review for any books you read. They help an author improve and gives them a sense of accomplishment. We write for our readers.
Stranded on Vail Mountain ~ Desiree L. Scott
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Stranded on Vail Mountain blurb
It was supposed to be a vacation, a time to save her marriage, but what Joan Clayton hadn’t counted on was Murphy’s Law of Vail Mountain and the secrets that had damaged her marriage beyond repair. It was over. Depressed and angry, she decided to venture directly into an oncoming snowstorm, one that would be known as the blizzard of the century.
Stephen Brockheart received the call concerning a missing tourist after working 26 hours straight. A park ranger for the mountain resort, he set out on the routine mission, knowing he was running out of time as the blizzard hit with visibility zero. What he hadn’t counted on was saving a beautiful woman and falling for her, a city girl who knew nothing about the dangers of the mountain. He had been there before and vowed never to return.
As Mother Nature raged, Joan was soon overcome by the feelings a complete stranger evoked in her, causing her to reevaluate her own life. Through the blizzard and stranded at the resort, death was imminent for any who would try to leave. Despite loss and secrets, can two people find love and happiness again?
Can they be given a second chance to make it real and lasting, or will that chance die with them?
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About the Author:
Desiree L. Scott has been writing since she was sixteen years old. There have been many influences within her life that has set her on the path that she cannot help but walk. A few of those influences consist of Karen Rose, Lisa Gardener, Nora Roberts, Cynthia Eden, Catherine Anderson, Laura Griffin, Andrea Kane, and Lisa Jackson, just to name a few. This list by no means defines my own writing but they have indeed influenced her desire to live outside of her own world and to create the thrill of her dreams.
Desiree lives on 40 + acres in the SHOW ME state with her ten-year old daughter, with the wonderful addition of four dogs. The weather is unpredictable, but the surrounding beauty of the country helps her creativity as she sits on her top deck with her laptop and coffee close by. There is one incident that will always remain with her that really affected her determination on writing and she would love to share it with her readers……
When I was eighteen years old, I had written ten VERY well-known authors, a few being Julie Garwood and Nora Roberts, just to name a few. Now keep in mind, I wrote a very long letter, asking for advice on writing and so forth. My letter was more gushing than anything else but still, ONE author wrote me back! By hand no less.
Her name was Andrea Kane, a suspense writer who crafts the most amazing stories and plots. But because of that one small act of kindness, she not only has my respect as an author but as a wonderful person who took the time to let me know about a few organizations and to wish me luck in my goals and ambitions through life. It meant the world to an eighteen year old girl and still does, as I have gotten older and continued my dream.
I hope that I make one small impact in the world at large and to readers, even if it’s small. I have so many reasons to be blessed in life and hope that I never take those for granted. The support has been amazing and for that, I will never forget where I have come from, the struggles I have endured, and the blessings that I have been gifted with. Thank you all so very much!!
Revelations: A Redemption Series Novella ~ M.L. Steinbrunn
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I’m the princess of spin, an up-and-coming star on my way to becoming the best in the advertising business. I can make your company, your product, you, irresistible. The suits bend to my will; I sip their insecurities with my morning latte.
But then one serendipitous moment, one perfect stranger, turned my world upside down.
Nash Phillips waltzed into my office and managed to twist me into a knotted mess. The job was all I needed, now he’s all I crave. But having him isn’t that simple.
The truth is supposed to be easy, pure, even refreshing. However, in our business of half-truths and twisted realities, will our attraction survive the revelations of our true reality?
About the Author:
My name is M.L. Steinbrunn and I am a young adult and contemporary romance author. My work includes the popular Redemption Series and a young adult series, which includes my new release, A Beholden Heart.
In addition to writing, I work full-time as a high school educator and coach in rural Colorado where my husband and I are raising our four young children. Through education I have enjoyed guiding others on their paths and helping students build their own stories. After countless evenings of discussing story ideas, it was my husband who encouraged me to follow my own path of self-publishing.
I want to send a huge thank you to those who have been overwhelmingly supportive of this journey.
Where Tyndra Turns To Ardnyt ~ A. Nicky Hjort
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In the center of a magical world there grows a beautiful and terrible chasm of climbing plants. On one side of the Ivy Wall we find the hell-of-Tyndra, on the other, the heaven-of-Ardnyt. But legend has it that in the middle…lives a preternatural beast that imprisons and tortures the children from both sides.
When the war against time begins, Azza will have to cross over the Ivy Wall, something that has never been done before by a living being. But if she does make it through, she just might discover who she really is and how she became trapped in this alternate reality.
A fairytale at heart, this is the first chapter in the epic saga of the youngest and most fickle of the four Norn Sisters. The same feisty immortal creature who must escape her inherent inner darkness to learn the meaning of love.
A veritable palindrome from start to finish, the narrative of Where Tyndra Turns to Ardnyt journeys through duality to discover what shocking truths emerge when up becomes down, life becomes death, suffering becomes release, and the most unexpected endings become the most surprising beginnings.
Welcome to a place where forwards and backwards are exactly the same direction. Here Where Tyndra Turns to Ardnyt.
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About the Author:
A. Nicky Hjort is originally from Arlington, Texas- the second of five siblings, all of whom have strong creative talents. She currently lives in coastal central California where she practices medicine as an Ob/GYN. In between being a lovingly devoted mother and delivering babies, she writes stories that cross multiple genre lines- from Sci Fi to high fantasy, but all of her stories have thriller and strong romantic components. And for her clever reader, all of her manuscripts are subtly connected to each other, with their purpose to explore all facets of Love and Light. She likes to say that her stories write themselves, and in the process, often write her, or at least the next version of her hoping to emerge. A lover of all the arts, A. Nicky Hjort hopes her stories might inspire you to find your inner creative genius.
Connect with her on FB at, Twitter at @A_NickyHjort, or Goodreads under A.Nicky Hjort
Her website is
She thanks you for your attention to her work.
Love On The Double ~ Loving Jessie’s Girl ~ L.A. Remenicky
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Until AJ Monroe left Indiana after college he had always lived in his identical twin brother’s shadow. He had made a life for himself in Denver, Colorado, away from Jessie, away from Indiana. But when AJ feared for his brother’s safety, he left everything behind to step back into the shadow he thought he had outgrown. Finding his brother was AJ’s only concern…until he met Jessie’s girl.
Fiercely independent, Rina Abbot hid her true situation from everyone, including her best friend, Jessie. Out of money and unable to care for her rescue dogs she had no choice but to accept the help of the handsome stranger with a familiar face. Afraid to trust him, she tried to ignore the feelings he stirred within her as they searched for his missing brother.
But secrets never stay secrets for long. Finally open about their feelings for each other, Rina’s secrets began to wreak havoc on their lives. Would Rina’s secrets force AJ to give up his dream of loving Jessie’s girl?
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About the Author:
L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist
L.A. Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.
An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.
Unexpected Gift ~ Anita Cox
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Jake Baker, Alpha of the new Special Forces unit of the Federation of Supernatural Entities, spends his time tracking down members of a diabolical group known as the Separatists. These members will stop at nothing to keep the species divided and embattled.
He finds himself constantly missing a human, Susan Sweeny. Knowing a relationship with her would be bad for the both of them, he tries to shake his feelings for her but finds he spends an inordinate amount of time staring at her photos on his laptop.
A call from the Lycan Queen brings him home for the holidays where he’s hit with the shocker of his life. The human is pregnant with his child. But what is he to do now?
Can he overcome his bias toward the humans and do what’s right by human and their half-breed child? Will she accept him as a mate, even though they cannot bond? Or will love and fate come together to give Jake what he’s yearned for ever since he could recall?
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About the Author:
Anita Cox is a bestselling author of a growing number of novels. For over ten years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, and paranormal, romances via traditional, independent, and audio publishers.
An only child born and raised in the Midwest, Anita enjoyed reading novels as a way to occupy herself and set her imagination free. That propensity blossomed into creations of her own as she began crafting novels of her own. As she matured, she began writing more adult tales and donned the pen name Anita Cox.
Anita resides in Indiana with the last teenager in her herd, a fluffy-not-fat cat named Tommy Chong, Titan the English Mastiff and the husband that helped create her creative pen name. In her free time, Anita enjoys fishing, gardening, and devouring equal portions of strong coffee and heart-stopping novels.
Find out how to get specials and behind the scenes info by visiting her website at
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Excerpt: Soul Post 30 Days of Inspiration by Bryetta Calloway


Write Now Literary is pleased to present Soul Post 30 Days of Inspiration with Author Bryetta Calloway on her book release tour November 17, 2016.

Genre: Inspirational/Self-Help

Publication Date: November 21, 2016

Paperback: 92 pages

Publisher: Bryetta Calloway (October 23, 2016)

ISBN-10: 0692797661

ISBN-13: 978-0692797662


About the Book

Soul Posts features the most powerful and popular Soul Stuff posts from Singer, Actress, and Writer Bryetta Calloway, featuring never-before-published posts from her ever-growing blog ( for women of faith, women who create, and women who lead. From her work as an artist and creative, Bryetta has built an online community that is becoming a must-join relevant space for women who consider themselves artists, believers, and creative entrepreneurs. With her pointed yet poetically gilded prose, growing presence on stages across the country, and original music she has cultivated a unique point-of-view that resonates with every fan following her across multiple digital platforms. Through social media (Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, and Facebook), Bryetta connects with her fellow creatives on a daily basis, sharing insights of her life with her posts, videos, and images. For the first time in print, this book presents some of Bryetta’s fav orite Soul Stuff posts in one volume—from her advice for “Winners Who Quit” to her clarion call to foster “Hope in a Time of Cynicism” and cultivating “Community over Contention: The Fight Against Female Jealousy”—she provides readers with a raw and honest look into the musings of her soul in an effort to empower you to share yours.

About the Author


A Singer, Actress, and Writer Bryetta Calloway is happily following wherever her inspiration leads. Her love of faith, art and social connection has Bryetta creating and documenting regularly, both in the digital space and in person. Soul Posts is a tribute to every innovatHER, creatHER, and leadHER who has joined her on the Soul Stuff journey.

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Hope is My Birthright, Not A Feeling.

Emotions can become so intense and overwhelming that you will feel pulled undertow by the sheer weight of them. Sadness covers you, fear tracks your every step, frustration pushes against you, stress seems to smother you. You feel surrounded, backed into a corner. Your fight or flight response kicks in like wounded prey. No matter that nothing appears to have changed, or maybe BECAUSE NOTHING seems to have changed. Whatever the impetus, you feel the rhythm of your heart uptick as you paddle against the waves of hopelessness. Desperate to seek an intravenous injection of hope. You turn your head away from the world, and you go chasing after that feeling of relief, assuredness, security. Desperate to find respite from the noise of everyday life.

The Hebrew word for hope ‘batah’ has the meaning of confidence, security, and being without care; not the blasé unsure “I sure hope so” that we have come to toss out when we are tentative and unsteady to believe. One of the most famous scriptures known to believers and non, “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” (Hebrews 11:1) Shapes the formula for Christian hope and it’s necessary relationship to faith. When we know that our hope is birthed and secure in the confidence that comes when we have faith, certainty and no doubt, that God is watching over His Word, alert and attentive to perform it (Jeremiah 1:12) we fall victim to feelings of hopelessness less easily. Because we know that God has promised,

“So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth; It will not return to Me empty, Without accomplishing what I desire, And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it. For you will go out with joy And be led forth with peace: The mountains and the hills will break forth into shouts of joy before you, And all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” (Isaiah 55:11-12) our hope has firm roots in the promises of God.

Therefore hope is not an emotion or a feeling to be sought after. It is our reality. It is grounded in our certainty that God is who He says He is. That every promise is founded on the unshakable character of God. Unwavering, never changing, and oh so faithful. Don’t let the pull of circumstances, stress, and emotions succeed in perverting the truth of God. The definition of pervert means to alter (something) from its original course, meaning, or state to a distortion or corruption of what was first intended. The enemy of our very souls has endeavored to subvert, twist, and contort the authenticity of our birthright as children of God. It is his hope that we will be so deceived by external variables that we will go seeking for in the external what is inherent to our nature. Hope, peace, love, and an expected end through Christ Jesus.

Be encouraged that there is no situation, circumstance, or problem that will ever alter, shift, or change the promises of God for you. Don’t lose hope Beloved, our God is faithful.

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