Wednesday 14 December 2016

The Dragon In The Garden by @Erika_Gardner #Sorcery #Magic #Dragons @cw1985

Everyday and Not-so Everyday Magic & Miracles
I am a big believer in miracles and magic. Yes, I write about fantabulous things, magical creatures and wondrous sorcery, but I see quieter magic all around us. People can do great things on a daily basis. The power of a hug, the comfort of prayer, and the outcome of a sympathetic ear all have a ripple effect upon the world at large. One person holds a door for another, then that second person picks up something someone dropped, the third subsequently compliments a friend on something and so on. The positive vibes flow, changing each person’s day for the better.

It’s no less special than the stuff in my books though it’s easier to miss the power of a kind word than a dragon appearing in the sky before your disbelieving eyes. And on that note, I’d like to share exactly that. This is an excerpt from my new novel The Dragon in The Garden. This is Daisy the dragon coming home. Please enjoy.

“Siobhan,” Turel said. The intensity of his tone caught my ear, and I turned to him. He lingered a few feet away from me, his eyes fixed serenely on a point far away.
I joined him, my eyes on the horizon. The setting sun painted the sky a vivid seascape of blues, pinks, violets and oranges. As the sun lowered to the lowest point in the sky, in the instant before its rays spilled over the back of the world, there shone a beam of concentrated light, as precise as a laser. After a second, the light expanded, becoming a brilliant, white ray. It continued to grow, morphing into a tunnel in reverse, but instead of darkness, it blazed a corridor of light. The white light became prismatic, flickering with a rainbow of dancing diamond sparkles, splashing colors of all hues in front of my dazzled eyes.
 Turel enclosed one of my hands in his warm grasp. “It is something to see, yes?” His tone reflected true awe.
 “Is this your first time seeing this?” I asked in a whisper. The tunnel became larger, dwarfing us. With my free hand I shielded my eyes. Leia sat at my side, gazing in the distance.
“No, I have seen this many times.” He held out his other hand and waved it at the mighty light show. “But a miracle is no less glorious for having previously happened.”
 To my left Tim and Alex continued their ridiculous rock throwing competition. Their stones sailed right through the expanding brilliance they could not see. “Guys, are you kidding me?” In the emotion of the moment, my voice growled, low and hoarse.
They stopped and gave me matching blank expressions. “What?” Alex said.
“Hey, what are you guys staring at?” Tim sounded defensive.
Before I could answer their questions, I heard it. A sweet sound, soft at first, barely a whisper, carried on the breeze. Turel’s smile grew even brighter, matching the shining portal. “She comes.” His eyes shone as they met mine.
Alex glanced this way and that. “Does anyone hear that sound?” he asked.
Tim craned his head. “I hear it. It sounds like bells.”
“Wind chimes,” I corrected, still staring straight ahead. “It’s wind chimes.” The air shimmered. Light danced in an intense aurora borealis. Patterns of colors streaked and swooped in a heavenly painting. One hue dominated the others. The deep shade of jade green spread. An enormous form took shape, dressing itself in swathes of color. The huge outline solidified: graceful wings, a serpentine neck, and a curving tail. Two amber lights appeared like jewels in the viridian air. Everything intensified, heightening each of my senses; the lights pulsed. A beautiful, green dragon hovered in the air. With two mighty beats of her massive wings, she crested then landed behind us. I ran forward with a cry. “Daisy.”
“Damn it,” growled Tim. “I can’t see anything even a bit like a dragon.”
“Unless it’s a super little one,” said Alex, his face downcast.
Turel laughed— a big, belly laugh full of joy. “Gwyrdd, you sly minx, show them. Drop the glamour and let our friends see you.”
Daisy twisted her head to one side in a coquettish gesture and in that voice I had never forgotten said, “Certainly, Turiel, dear one.” Suppressed mirth laced her tone. “How’s this, children?”
When she spoke these last words the music of wind chimes came again, louder this time. As their bright notes sounded around us, I saw the precise instant when both my brother and my first love, the two who believed in me all these years, finally saw my dragon.

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This post was written by Erika Gardner. She’s a native Californian, lifelong lover of fantastical adventures, and a dedicated Whovian.  If you enjoyed it, please sign up to receive updates on   Or you can follow Erika on Twitter @Erika_Gardner, “Like” her Facebook page Erika Gardner- Writer and Storyteller. Or check out her contributions to the BBB Blog.

Get To Know Your Characters! #RPBP #Giveaways @PabloMichaels1 #lgbtq

Get To Know Your Characters! 

Meet Jack!

Since Jack is the main character and our hero in the first three books of the Jack’s Magical Beanstalk series, it is important to have his role well developed, someone who a reader will like, or even love, and be believable as a person the reader can identify with. Jack’s main purpose in the story was to become a man, one who was equal to his father’s stature. Physically, I portrayed him, as he grew up as a real man, transforming from an awkward, clumsy adolescent who was bullied and ridiculed into a handsome, hairy chested and physically well-developed man. In order to fulfill himself as the reincarnation of his father, he had to overcome the teasing and bullying he endured, growing up early in life, and to acquire, wit, speed, and wisdom to provide and care for his mother while managing the farm. His sexuality blossomed with pride and sell-confidence in a more of an ideal (fantasy) world. Others were more accepting of his sexual orientation than what exists in our real world. Ultimately, Jack discovered love, fulfilling his role as a man.

In my adult version of the fairy tale classic, Jack and the Magical Beanstalk Book 1, Jack was born to parents Bill and Lorene. Jack was the sparkle in his father’ eyes, by his side until he died. He took him along while doing chores at a young age of three. Jack had a good foundation of memories embedded within, even though he lost his father when he was five. The reader might think the lasting memory of his father might be of finding him dead, after being struck by lightning, during a violent thunderstorm. He was at his mother’s side, when they discovered Bill. Jack had a photographic memory, recalling times when his father sang to him and his mother. He visualized images of his mature, handsome father, making love to his mother. Jack was bullied as an adolescent, referred to as a wimp by the townsfolk at market and at school. He was tall and gangly with a large frame but had the beautiful blue eyes, and soft, wispy, auburn hair, the characteristics inherited from his father. He was gifted in the ability to draw pictures and write stories, applying his photographic memory in his creations. He served to protect and help his mother, beginning with the death of his father. Probably two important aspects of Jack’s character was his inherent gay identity and his trust and belief that people were good. He trusted others. When his mother relied on him to sell Pearly White at Market he traded the prized cow for five magic beans from a strange, old man, relying on his instincts to trust the peculiar man. Despite his mother’s scorn, he believed in the magic, waking to a giant beanstalk, growing outside his bedroom window, just like the man had predicted.

In Jack and the Magical Beanstalk Book 1 Jack faced his first real danger in life, when he confronted the two giants, Master and Slave. Asking for food, he trusted this enormous beast, Slave but soon learned his life was in danger. With his quick speed he outwitted Master, while stealing his bag of gold coins. On Jack’s retreat back to the beanstalk, he discovered there was someone watching him, from a distance, a naked man, his size. Something other than his naked body attracted Jack more than he had experienced, before, but he had to flee down the beanstalk. With the acquisition of the gold coins, his mother trusted him to go to market to hire two farmhands to increase the productivity of the farm. He enlisted the two best men, Zeke and Adam. Jack detected a hidden aspect about these men. He instinctively knew there was something different about them that excited Jack. Upon returning to the farm, he bartered with the peculiar, old man to trade one of his gold coins for Pearly White. Jack managed the crew and farm, and later had his first sexual experience with Zeke. By then Jack’s body was maturing into a muscular, handsome man like his father had been. When the gold coins had become depleted, Jack climbed the beanstalk a second time. Braving an encounter with Master, he asked Slave for food again. When Jack stole the Master’s chicken, that lay gold eggs, he escaped to the beanstalk. But he saw the naked man, who gestured for Jack to follow him. Jack finally met this attractive naked man, Sam. Initiating a friendship, Jack had sensations, he had not had before. It was love for the first time. But Jack had to depart for the farm, down the beanstalk.

With the farm’s improving prosperity, Jack’s generosity extended to the farmhands, giving them a raise. On his twenty-first birthday, Zeke shared Adam in bed with Jack as a surprise. Despite Jack’s increasing sexual experience, Jack felt something was lacking. Jack was pursued by many men, but Jack was a man who had to quench his thirst for love. He was drawn to the land high above, yearning for Sam. From his sense of intuition, sensing Sam in danger with Master, Jack climbed the beanstalk a third time. But what was more important was his desire to fulfill his love for Sam. Jack rescued Sam from being boiled for Master’s dinner, but not before Jack stole the giant’s gold harp that sang music. When Jack fled with the harp crying out, “Master, Master, Master,” the harp was calling out to the person the legend defined. The legend surrounding the harp was simple- the harp was loyal only to a man who loved. When the harp sensed Jack’s loyalty and love for Sam, the harp eventually stopped yelling Master, Master, Master, and played music, like it had for Master.

In Jack’s Magical Beanstalk & the Jeweled Grotto Book 2, Jack was living his life happily with Sam on the prosperous farm. But Sam missed his father and brothers, especially since there was not a beanstalk to climb up to the world where he was born. They had to chop down the magical beanstalk to prevent Master from following them down to the farm. Ignoring Sam’s caution, Jack planted nearly all the prized bean seeds from the original magical beanstalk, impulsively to gain more profit for the farm so they could diversify their crops. But when a late spring snowstorm killed the young beansprouts, the farm faced ruin. Additionally, Sam had premonitions that his father was seriously ill. When Sam acquired magical bean seeds secretly, he was able to grow another giant beanstalk. Jack was unable to pursue Sam to the land above, because he had to find a way to save the farm. Jack’s pride shone when he refused to accept Zeke and Adam’s offer to bail him out by buying seeds for another crop. When Jack offered them a partnership in exchange for buying new seeds, he managed to have new crops planted, enabling the farm to recover from ruin. While planting the new crop, Jack struggled with his instincts about something terrible threatening Sam. Jack’s devotion to Sam led him to rescue Sam after the seeds were planted. Sam had been captured by two new giants inhabiting the castle. The Duchess and Queen had outwitted Sam in his pursuit for food seasoned with a spice that would cure his father from Giant Fever.

In rescuing Sam, Jack noticed sparkling jewels that the giants coveted. When Sam explained the origin of the valuable jewels, similar to the ones in the jeweled grotto where they first made love, the need for adventure erupted within Jack. So he embarked to the castle to steal the giant’s jewels with a promise to Sam to build a jeweled cave back on the farm. His thirst for more jewels, bordering on greed and settling a dispute with the giants, motivated Jack to return a second time and steal more gems to pay back Zeke and Adam for the money they used to buy the seeds.

When Jack and Sam retreated back down the magical beanstalk they were chased by the Queen and Duchess. With the help of the beanstalk, Jack managed to cast the giants off to oblivion. The magical beanstalk remained standing for Sam to return home anytime.

Before Jack and Sam could enjoy their newly built jeweled cave, the family had to seek shelter somewhere from an approaching tornado. Jack consulted with Sam before opening up the cave for everyone to be safe. Jack’s quick wit preserved the hidden jeweled section for only Sam and him while still being able to have a shelter for his family.

Jack wanted only Sam’s happiness. When Sam was despondent about not being able to help his family, Jack attempted numerous ways to find a way for Sam to return home for a visit. When all his plans failed he attempted to cheer Sam up with the ushering in of spring as a time to make love. He tried to divert Sam’s despondency into a more pleasurable feeling. He intended to entice Sam into an amorous interlude of love.

Jack did not become angry with Sam for keeping the second magical beanstalk a secret. Nor did Jack become hurt or enraged when Adam blackmailed Sam into a web of sexual deception. He trusted Sam above all others. He was loyal to him.

Beyond Jack’s appealing physical attributes, he was man who provided for and loved his mother, trusted the good in people, extended generosity to others deserving, and was devoted to loving one particular man, Sam. He strived to fulfill being the man his father was, despite his father’s life being mostly a memory, supplemented by the man seen through his mother’s eyes. Jack was the man he had seen in his father.

The First Three books in this Gay Erotic Series are available now! The Fourth will be available soon! You can read a sample from Book 1, Book 2 and Book 3 at Rukia Publishing!
Learn more about the author at his Meet The Author Page!

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Tuesday 13 December 2016

Energize Your LIfe @drdelmillers #BlogTour

Energize Your Life! By: Del Millers, PhD
Are you suffering from a personal energy crisis?Are you constantly running through your day, feeling chronically exhausted? Are you desperately overcommitted? Do you find yourself sacrificing your health, family time and quality of life just to meet the never-ending demands on your time? Are you exhausted when you go to bed at night and still tired when you awake? If the answer is yes to any of the above questions, then you may be suffering from a personal energy crisis. Unfortunately, this way of living — and working — not only robs us of our health and puts a strain on time and energy resources, it blocks our access to our most essential sources of energy, leaving us feeling physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. In his new book, Energize Your Life, Dr. Del shows you simple things you can do everyday to fuel your life and work with positive energy. Drawing from his years of experience consulting with executives, entrepreneurs, small business owners, career changers and self re-inventors, as well as the wealth of new research over the past two decades on positive psychology, employee engagement and play, Dr. Del demonstrates how you can program the brain — and the subconscious — for productive, beneficial action. Energize Your Life is different from other positive energy books and personal energy management programs. Its unique advantage is that it shows you how to fuel your life and work with positive energy from seven distinct sources. And why is it important to increase your daily dose of positive energy? Well, several studies have clearly demonstrated that chronic stress and negative energy shuts down the creative problem solving brain, slows your productivity and puts you in fight or flight mode where very little gets done. Energize Your Life will challenge and inspire you to develop a personal action plan to fuel your life and work with positive energy everyday. Thereby, improving your personal well being, enhancing your work engagement, and helping you feel more alive.
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    ABOUT THE AUTHORdel Dr. Del Millers is the founder of,, and author of eight books on nutrition, fitness, and personal growth. A PhD Nutritionist with a Masters degree in psychology, Dr. Del teaches simple mind-body principles to busy entrepreneurs and professionals to help them energize their lifestyle, improve their personal wellbeing, and enhance their work engagement. Dr. Del has appeared on FOX Television (Good Day LA), E-Entertainment TV (DR 90210), numerous nationally syndicated radio shows, and in magazines, and newspapers throughout the United States and Australia (LA Sports & Fitness, Australian Ironman, Health & Fitness, Stuff, Fighting Fat and others). Dr. Del’s greatest passion is sharing what inspires him with others. He lives in Los Angeles, California with his wife and three daughters. Buy any of Dr. Del’s books and forward your receipt to for Dr. Del’s special bonuses worth hundreds of dollars. Subscribe to Dr. Del’s weekly podcast at
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Friday 2 December 2016

Release Day Blitz! The Case of The Dead Dowager by @JudithLucci! #RPBP #ASMSG #Thriller

Retired homicide detective Michaela McPherson and the aging Countess Dorothy Borghase team up again—this time to match wits with two serial killers stalking children, women and the elderly.
When Dottie Borghase's friend Camilla Rothrock collapses at a lunch gathering of old friends, the countess's only concern is to dial 911 for help. But Camilla's subsequent death has authorities buzzing about international safety and retaliation, because her son is decorated U.S. Army General Stuart Rothrock.

As other restaurant patrons in Richmond meet similar fates, Michaela and Dottie join forces with the Richmond Police and the FBI to track down the pair of heinous murderers. But in order to catch the killers, they will put their own lives and the lives of others in in serious jeopardy.What Price Must a City Pay to Keep its Citizen's Safe?

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How about an excerpt:
Dottie turned off the main highway and headed south to Blackstone Virginia. Madame Toulescent lived just outside of Blackstone and that's where she conducted her psychic readings. She wished away the butterflies that cramped her stomach. She had a sense that what she was going to hear wasn’t good. She wished she didn't believe in the value of psychics or the unknown but she did, and that was that. She’d seen psychic readings and prophecies come true time after time during her life. Mic wasn’t a believer at all but had grudgingly admitted psychics had helped them in a case about ten years ago.

The speedometer on her car registered over sixty miles an hour on a forty-five mile limit stretch of highway. I'd better slow down. The last thing I need is a Virginia state trooper on my tail. She braked and her car skidded but she handled it skillfully. The Cadillac was a big, monster car but she really liked it. Since Dottie had lived in the US, she had always preferred German-made cars and previously owned multiple Mercedes Benz. Of course, when Count Borghase had been alive, they’d always driven Italian cars, mainly Ferraris. But now she was pretty much American and she loved her Caddy. There was something about the Cadillac that was so plush and so American that she bought a new one every couple of years.

She saw an old gray mule in the pasture out of the corner of her eye and saw the fence that was lying on the side. Dottie didn’t know what she’d do if they ever repaired that fence. She’d been looking at that fence on the ground for years and it was her landmark just before she turned onto Madame’s private road. She knew her turn was just up ahead. She slowed for a farmer carrying a load of hay in an old truck. He was hogging the entire road. Now where in the hell am I supposed to go? She steered her big car to the side of the road as far as she could without falling into the ditch. She cursed and held her breath as the farmer passed her. She swore the farmer missed her by less than an inch. The old codger hadn't even looked her way. She shook her head and cursed again softly. She threw her white Caddy into first gear and roared out of the ditch spewing gravel, dirt, and mud all over the road. She saw three rabbits running for their life and hoped she hadn’t interrupted their nest. Dottie drove a little further and made her left turn. She turned right on the first road and started the difficult trip along the horrible, rutted road to Madame Toulescent’s tiny home. The road was almost a mile long. Dottie's tall, thin frame bounced all over her plush leather seat and her hair fell out of her neatly arranged bun. I'm going to have to take a pain pill. All this jumping around is killing my hips. Secretly Dottie new she needed to have her hips replaced but there was no way she was willing to do that, at least not while she could walk. I wouldn't be able to help Michaela. And then, what would she do?

Madame Toulescent waved at Dottie from her front porch filled with flowers and beautiful hanging baskets of petunias and begonias. Her small white cottage was immaculate. Madame Toulescent watched her painstakingly steer her huge Cadillac down her battered road. Dottie brought the iron beast to a stop, looked in her rearview mirror and re-pinned a piece of white hair that had worked its way out of her perfect updo. Even though the Madame lived in a house that was little better than a house trailer, Dottie had been trained from birth to always look perfect when visiting. This task had become monumental at age 82. She reached for her purse and checked to make sure her Glock was nestled in its special pocket. She checked her lipstick in the mirror, pinched her lips together, cursed the fine lines around her mouth and got out of the car.

"Hello Madame Toulescent. Thank you for seeing me today on short notice." Dorothy smiled her gracious smile at the psychic, showing her beautiful white veneers, once available for a large price from the famous, dentist-to-the-stars Dr. Michael Smirkowitz.

"You are so welcome, Countess Borghase." Madame Toulescent looked around the empty fields and through the trees and gestured with her arm. "As you can see, there is no waiting line. Please come in. I've made us some tea." She paused for a moment and said, "Watch the steps. They're in need of repair," she cautioned.

In need of repair, my butt, they need to be rebuilt Dottie climbed the rickety steps dodging rusty nails and wood splinters. She grasped the loose railing and posts that held up the old front porch. The last thing she wanted to do was fall and break something. She followed Madame Toulescent into her small but neat and cozy home. There was a wonderful scent in the air and Dottie’s mouth watered.

"Please have a seat in the easy chair," the Madame offered. "I'll bring us some tea and sweet bread."

Dottie nodded and smiled her thanks as she carefully studied Madame Toulescent. She wasn't sure of her nationality. She thought she was Eastern European but she seemed very much like the French and her house had several amazing pieces of French country furniture. In years past, she had asked the Madame about her former life, but the psychic seemed unwilling to share her past. Her voice had a strange accent Dottie couldn't identify which frustrated her. Dottie had traveled the world and she knew the languages and dialects of most ethnic populations. But she couldn't figure out Madame Toulescent’s origins. That puzzled her.

Madame handed Dottie a cup of herb tea. The aroma alerted her senses and she immediately felt more awake and inspired. The tea had given her energy and awareness. She took a sip. It was delicious.

"Oh my, Madame Toulescent. Whatever is in this tea? I feel a million times better just from smelling it. You’ve got to tell me where you got it because I know Cookie would love it too," Dottie gushed as she sipped her tea.

Madame Toulescent smiled and said. "I made the tea. It's a blend of ginger, mint, lemon verbena and a few other things I grow in my herb garden. I'll send some home with you. It's sweetened with honey I collected from my bees yesterday." She smiled briefly, and her lips stretched over teeth that could benefit from a cosmetic dentist. "That's probably what you love so much."

Dottie nodded and studied the Madame. The years hadn't treated her so well. Dottie didn't know her age but her face was a mass of wrinkles that blended one into the other. Dottie guessed each wrinkle had its own story. Her skin appeared soft but deeply creased. Her jet black hair was streaked with gray and hung freely past her shoulders. She wore a simple blue shift with a silver belt and wore tennis shoes and socks. She smelled of lemon and freesia.

Dottie, as usual, smelled of Chanel #5. "It's so lovely out here, Madame. Do you ever come to town?"

Madame Toulescent shook her head. "Very rarely. My neighbor collects my groceries for me when I need them and as you know, I have a huge vegetable garden and I can and freeze most everything I need. I like it here and I like to stay with my animals - my dogs, cats, cow, mules and horses. It's quiet here and my love is nature."

Dottie nodded. She couldn't imagine staying in these four walls every single day. She supposed she didn't have the patience and gentleness of spirit that the Madame had. But that was okay. Dottie was very happy in her own way.

The two women shared a comfortable silence and continued to sip their tea until the Madame asked, "How can I help you today, Countess?" She smiled at her and said, "I can tell you have some significant things on your mind and that you are troubled."

Dottie put her teacup down and said, "Yes, I do. Have you been watching the news?" Dottie saw the woman pale under her sun-darkened skin.

Madame Toulescent nodded. "You’re here about the poisonings, aren't you?"

Dottie held Madame’s dark eyes with her own and said, "Yes, I am. Camilla Rothrock was one of my dearest friends and I need to know who poisoned her."

Madame shifted her gaze to the floor and said, "Countess Borghase, this is a very bad business that is happening. I've had some visions and they are upsetting. It reminds me of the evil work of Hitler in Germany."

This time it was Dottie who paled, her heart beating so hard she could hardly breathe. "Oh my God, Madame. We both remember his devastation in Europe and the millions of people he murdered."

Madame Toulescent rubbed her hands together, her face grim. "Indeed we do. A sad and sorry time. Let's move into the back where I work and see what we can see."

Dottie stood and followed Madame to the room in the far back of her modest home. It was a glass room with beautiful views into the forest. She left her teacup on the coffee table. Her heart thumped dangerously in her chest and she was short of breath. She was so terrified she almost lost her balance. She gripped her purse and cell phone in her hand. She was scared and just the idea of having the Glock made her feel safer. Could the evil be so strong it permeated her soul?

“Countess, why are you so upset? What can I do to help you?” Madame Toulescent looked at Dottie with concern.

Dottie stared at her but her eyes said it all.

“Let me get you something to calm you down so we can have a good reading. Please stay in the chair and I’ll be right back,” Madame Toulescent said as she left Dottie and walked to her kitchen.

Want To Read More? Read Chapter 35 here!