Amanda911 by Mark Schreiber

 Please welcome Mark Schreiber author of Amanda911

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Amanda911

by Mark Schreiber 

 

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GENRE: YA (crossover)

 

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INTERVIEW:

Do you have any tattoos? Where? When did you get it/them? Where are they on your body?

No. I had to get allergy shots from the age of 3, so I grew up hating needles.

 

Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

My life is mostly the same, except I’m poorer and living in Costa Rica. My tennis game is better though.

 

How long have you been writing?

I wrote a picture book at age three or four and tried to write an illustrated novel in the back of Ms. Shumaker’s class in second grade. I began writing seriously at 15 and had completed seven novels by age 21, including my first published novel, Princes in Exile, which was made into a film, but didn’t lead to a sustainable career. I’ve written over 40 books, most of which have yet to be published; some of which don’t deserve publication; some, due to the transition from typewritten manuscript to digital platforms now obsolete, were lost forever. I’m 61 now, so I’ve been writing novels for 46 years. 

 

What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?

Write for the joy and the challenge, for self-fulfillment. And read voraciously. 

 

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

Amanda911began as an essay I wanted to write, but never did, called Superficial Superficiality, about people who want to be famous for being famous, rather than for any particular field of excellence. The new profession of influencer was really the first time in history people could fulfill that need, and as a result it is often disparaged by people of my generation and older who view it as empty and exploitive. However, being an influencer is very hard work, demanding a specific skill-set, and it allows people who do have talent but have previously been silenced by society, by oppression, or gatekeepers, or commercial constraints, to find an audience. 

 

 

BLURB:

 

“Sixteen-year-old Iowa schoolgirl Amanda Dizon may be the nation’s most unremarkable teenager, until she falls down a well and finds herself instantaneously transformed from irrelevant to influencer.  Mark Schreiber’s sly, rollicking masterpiece, Amanda911, follows Amanda’s escapades and sends up the craven, fame-obsessed virtual culture of today’s adolescents.   As insightful as Dickens and as innovative as Heller, Schreiber is the definitive satirist of the social media generation.”—Jacob M. Appel, author of Einstein’s Beach House

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Falling down a well was both the best and worst thing that ever happened to my granddaughter. 

 

She was a Disney princess to me, but a comic sidekick to her classmates, who’d never been

kissed by a boy—or I suppose by a girl—been asked to a dance, or chosen for any role in a school production that did not conceal her face.

 

Most people under twenty probably don’t know what a well is.

 

Haven’t seen one. Probably think it’s just something you say when you need to buy time, like like, or when someone asks you how you’re feeling, although I guess these days everyone says good or OK, or nothing at all, opting for an emoji instead. Do kids even talk anymore, in the crowded loneliness of their bedrooms? Did Amanda even scream when she fell down the well? Or did she just send a screaming emoji?

 

So, when millions of kids all over the globe saw the headline, they shared via social media:

 

Girl Plummets Down Well

 

More than plenty had to Google well to comprehend its meaning.

 

I’m sure she got at least half a million hits just from image searches that returned a picture of an oil rig in the North Sea. Geez, her international peer group must have thought, or words or emojis to that effect. A girl has fallen thousands of feet smack into a tidal wave. I hope she’s more Kate than Leonardo.

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Mark Schreiber was born in Cincinnati, Ohio in 1960, graduated high school at age fifteen and began writing novels full-time. Princes in Exile, which explores a prodigy’s struggle to accept his own mortality at a summer camp for kids with cancer, was published in 1984 and made into a feature film in 1991. It has been published in ten countries, received two awards in Europe and was shortlisted for the Austria Prize. Carnelian, a fantasy, was published by Facet in Belgium. Starcrossed, a rebuttal to Romeo and Juliet, was published by Flux and translated into French and Turkish. His illustrated science book, How to Build an Elephant, was published as an Apple app by Swag Soft. He has written over forty books and received two State of Ohio Individual Writer Fellowships. For the last seven years he has been a digital nomad, living on four continents. He currently resides in Costa Rica.

 

 

Website: Amanda911.com 

 

TikTok: @Amanda911

Instagram: @Amanda911 

Twitter: @Markschreiber07 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Schreiber

 

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https://books.google.com/books/about/Amanda911.html?id=Lzx3zgEACAAJ

 

 

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Pixies in the Mist by Rasta Musick

 Please welcome Rasta Musick author of Pixies in the Mist

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Pixies in the Mist

by Rasta Musick

 

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GENRE: Fantasy

 

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BLURB:

 

Jake had drifted to Japan without any serious intent, and it was going… okay. He had made friends in the local Salsa community, his Japanese was improving, but for Jake the familiar feeling that had dogged him most of his life—that something special should be happening—had struck again.

 

Kenneth had been assigned to Japan by the pixie queen years ago, which is just enough time for a pixie to get bored and complacent while keeping tabs on the local talent. Most humans had no magic, and most magical humans didn’t know it was their power that made their food taste better, their paintings more vibrant, or people like them more.

 

When the two met, the spark in Jake gave Kenneth’s role a new urgency. Jake didn’t just have magic, he had a wild and unpredictable kind seen only once in a generation. How could Kenneth keep Jake’s magic from falling into enemy hands? Kill him? Recruit him? Somehow keep him ignorant?

 

Jake’s magic had quietly led him to Japan, subtly influencing every choice in his life. That something special Jake had been waiting for was about to happen, ensuring his and Kenneth’s lives would never be boring again.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Jake stood up and walked into his shower room to get ready for a night of dancing. It was only recently that the separation of his toilet and shower didn’t make him uncomfortable. To someone else, it might have been strange that he felt pride from having gotten used to such a minor aspect of his life in Japan, but it was part of his life that he had to deal with daily. Every small comfort mattered when adjusting to a new country, as Jake had quickly found out. Things were different than visiting on vacation. It had already been a few months since he had moved to Japan on a student visa. The five-day-a-week Japanese course he was taking filled up his mornings and some of his afternoons. Jake once again wondered why he had signed up for morning classes when he hated waking up early. Thankfully, he had studied Japanese before coming. He couldn’t imagine being as lost as some of the people he met during class. The thought made him shudder as he started the water. 

 

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Rasta Musick spent the first 12 years of his life in California before moving to Japan with his family. After graduating from college with a Bachelor’s in economics at the age of 16, he spent the years after learning Japanese and working. Having spent more than half his life in Japan, he’s confident that it’s his home.

 

With many different hobbies, chief of them being Latin dance, he keeps himself physically active as well as mentally active as much as he can. The Latin dance community in Japan is alive and, surprisingly, quite large.

 

Rasta has lupus and hereditary coproporphyria. Given their complicated nature, he’s had to learn a lot to adapt and manage them. The process also taught him a lot about managing other aspects of his life, and all of this influences his writing.

 

 Author page: https://cinnabarmoth.com/rasta-musick/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RastaMusick

 

Buy Links: 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Pixies-Mist-Rasta-Musick/dp/1953971180/ref=sr_1_1

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1095165

 

 

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Swipe Right for Murder by Polly Harris

 Please welcome Polly Harris author of Swipe Right for Murder

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Swipe Right for Murder

byPolly Harris

 

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GENRE:   New Adult Thriller

 

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INTERVIEW

. What or who inspired you to start writing?

As a little kid, I LOVED books. And as soon as I realized they were written by people whose names were on the cover (obvious, I know), I was fascinated by the idea of seeing my own name on the cover of a book. So much so that I dictated a short story to my mom, designed a cover in Paint, and printed it out just so I could have my very own book.
3. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

My own dating experience! Honestly, I think anyone currently in the whole dating app scene can relate to being exasperated by the experience. I wanted a platform to ruthlessly mock dating apps while also weaving in a murder mystery. Why not?
4. What expertise did you bring to your writing?

For Swipe Right for Murder, I’d say my expertise with dating apps, haha! Unfortunately, I’ve been on them for way too long.
5. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

Hmmm … maybe that I’m a multi-genre writer? I started out in science fiction, and have written everything from poetry to fantasy.
6. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

I had so much fun writing Swipe Right for Murder, that I definitely want to write at least one (or more!) books in the same genre. Online dating/pop culture/thriller types stories. So stay tuned, lol!
10. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

The first time I ever sent out a query letter was when I was twelve years old. I cringe at the thought, honestly, lol! But looking back, I’m also kind of proud of that little kid who just went for what she wanted. Because of her, I learned a whole lot about the publishing process, and I’m where I am today!
11. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

The best advice I’ve ever been given was to “write like no one’s reading.” I think it’s easy to get caught up in what other people might think of your work and let it hold you back. Once I force myself to stop caring about what anyone else might think, my writing becomes way better.

As for the worst advice … I’d say the whole “write every day” thing. While that’s totally valid if it works for you, I’ve never been someone who writes every day, and I don’t think it’s necessary if it’s not how your process naturally goes.
12. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

Outline, outline, outline! I need to know what’s coming next and how it’s going to end. Sometimes I wish I was more spontaneous with it, but I’m not.
13. How do you maintain your creativity?

Ugh, such a good question! I’m not even sure …

Sometimes creativity comes to you, and sometimes you have to chase after it. I’d say I maintain my creativity by being willing to literally drop everything if inspiration strikes. If I’ve got an idea that I think is worth pursuing, I’ll stop everything and get to work on it (even pulling over while driving to write down an idea!).
14. Who is your favorite character in the book. Can you tell us why?

Probably my main character, Georgie. As with most main characters, there’s a lot of myself in her. And it was just so fun to write about her and all her awful dates, lol!

BLURB:

 

 

DATING IS TOUGH. ESPECIALLY IF THE GUY YOU LIKE MIGHT BE A SERIAL KILLER.

After a devastating heartbreak and a string of short-lived, failed relationships, college student Georgie Itoyama has now decided to approach dating in the same way that she approaches everything else: methodically, logically, and efficiently.

Georgie downloads countless dating apps, determined to find the love of her life as easily as she orders jeans online. And while her love-at-first-sight aspirations don’t exactly come true, she does find someone she likes. Quite a lot.

There’s only one problem. Girls are going missing at Georgie’s university, and all the signs are pointing to . . . him?

But that’s ridiculous. What are the chances that she’s dating an actual serial killer?

Then she matches with Nate. Mysterious, intelligent, and oddly fixated on solving the local disappearances. As Georgie’s relationships deepen with each of her guys, she unwittingly finds herself caught up in the mess that is murder, intrigue, and the nightmare of online dating.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

 

We turn the corner and I think it’s Amelia who notices her first. What I notice is the smell. Iron. Thick and palpable. And then decay. I never knew bodies could smell so quickly. I always assumed it would take days. Apparently, it’s only a few hours.

            

Amelia screams and it reverberates through the stairwell like a siren.

 

I don’t say anything, I don’t move. I’m frozen on the steps like someone is physically holding me there, unable to take my eyes off the girl at the bottom of the stairwell. Bent in a shape that no one’s supposed to bend in, her eyes open. But that makes it worse. Because if they were closed, maybe she could be sleeping—unconscious.

 

Three mind-numbing seconds pass, and then a thought flits through my head. 

 

Whitney. Her name was Whitney.

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Polly Harris is the author of six YA novels and runs her own editorial company where she works on books just like this one. When Polly isn’t writing or editing, she can be found cuddling her cat (professionally known as her editorial assistant), crafting, or swiping through dating apps.

 

Twitter: @PaulineCHarris

Facebook: Facebook.com/PaulineHarrisEditorial

Email: harrispaulinec@gmail.com

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0965VC7T1?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

https://www.paulineharriseditorial.com/my-books

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Title: Door to Heaven

Author: Christine Young

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Genre: Historical Romance

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Courageous and impetuous, Jessica Lawerence finds danger in her quest to save women from white slavery.

 

BLURB: Door to Heaven

 

Jessica Lawrence is the stepdaughter of a woman born in the twentieth century transported back in time to the year 1868. An acclaimed suffragette, she raises Jessica to believe in the equality of women. Jess Law believes everything she was taught, and when the time is right she becomes a private investigator. Courageous and impetuous, Jess finds danger in her quest to save all women from white slavery. Her passionate mission results in a wedding to Roc Newman, a man she knows can steal her heart...

 

Roc can't trust the sapphire-eyed spitfire who invades his home in search of secret papers and knocks him flat with her karate moves. Jessica's refusal to obey his wishes serves to inflame the war between them. Still, he cannot control the intense desire his reluctant bride inspires, or make her surrender her independence, until he has conquered the headstrong beauty on the battlefield of love...

 

EXCERPT: Door To Heaven

 

Salem, Oregon 1886

 

            No one would have ever guessed the little spitfire could create so much havoc in Roc Newman's life. He would never forget that first bizarre meeting with the pernicious but lovely Jessica Lawrence. That night set the tone for their tumultuous and stormy ride through life.

            She had shown her true colors; the wildfire that possessed her soul, the passionate spirit, and the will to triumph even when the battle seemed lost.

            When the moon appeared as a silver slipper in the sky...

            He waited for her, primed yet not prepared, forewarned through the political grapevine that Jessica Lawrence stalked him.

            Jessica Lawrence was a five foot four inch pest. In the midst of it all, no matter how precarious the situation, she seemed to remain, completely, almost unerringly, on his trail--until now. At the window, Roc scrutinized the black form below, fighting the overwhelming urge to give her a shock she would remember forever.

            She seemed hell bent on suicide. Consequently, he followed the young lady one day, dodging her path, keeping in the shadows. He had seen her enter an office mysteriously from a side door and discovered it housed a private investigator. The sign, etched in his mind, Jess Law, PI, alias Jessica Lawrence. It hadn't fooled him for a second, just gave him pause, and the fury seizing him rocked his usually placid facade.

            He gambled on her naiveté. Perhaps because he had thought her harmless, a mere girl in a man's world, inadequate. Perhaps it had even been the notion she would eventually become distracted and quit. Whatever the reason, he had made a Herculean mistake, and now he pondered her next move. Dressed to blend with the night, she was out there, an apparition of darkness, wrapped in ghostly shadows.

            He moved through the house, turning off lights, banking the fires, before settling in a shadowed corner of his study where he could watch Jess. Purposely, he waited until well after midnight to lower the lights. Roc was tense, ready for the intrusion of his privacy. He was peering through the lace curtains, wondering at the girl whose appearance would have shocked most men. A long rope looped over her shoulder, the lone woman strode surefooted across the gardens.

            The sky was clear, except for a ribbon of low clouds and a sliver of moon. The house, a bastion against the silent assault about to come. A soft wind blew through the open window from the south; it cleared his head as he watched the approach.

            Jess Law shrugged the rope from her shoulder. Silhouetted against the sky, he watched the cord snake upward, grappling hook deftly clenching the chimney. He stood in awe of the mastery. Jess Law pulled on the rope, tightened it, and with a proficiency contradicting her sex, ascended. The lady moved cautiously, and when she reached her goal, she smiled. Her even white teeth glowed against the blackness of her face.

            With lithe movements, she swiftly opened the attic window. One jean-clad leg moved through the opening. She balanced precariously, for a moment, as if she were a bird ready to fly. Then her foot rested on the hard wood. The rest of her followed quickly, dropping to the floor; silent, ready to spring.

            He felt the tension, knew she listened for the sound of footsteps. She was inside. He watched the window, imagining each moment, each breath, sensing the emotions that must surely riffle her body. Roc listened for the soft whisper of her steps as she descended and thought he could almost hear the wild racing of her heart. Only a moment passed before the sounds became audible. Once on the first floor, she made her way through the house. Her fingers rested on the tumbler of his safe and turned. He heard the click, saw the handle as she pushed down. The door swung open.

            Then, without warning, he gripped her mouth. She wrenched away, turning quickly, groping for the documents, even while she tried to avoid him. Her actions, quick and agile, proved adept, throwing him off balance, but he would not relent and managed to grip her arm. No matter how swiftly she countered his moves, he still held mastery. He turned her, prepared to hog tie her if necessary. She allowed him, relaxed then surprised him, maneuvering expertly.

            Jess swiftly shoved her elbow into his chest, and he gasped for air. With a skill he didn't suspect she possessed, Jess Law threw him to the floor, and Roc bellowed, landing at her feet. The force of her action amazed him. For a second time, the breath rushed from his lungs, and Roc found himself on the cold floor. Papers, pens, and books clogged the air and littered the Persian rug then a sudden crash reverberated in the once cozy room. His shirt dampened as cold seeped through to his skin. She hadn't just thrown him upon the floor in his private sanctuary. No. She had humiliated him, threatened life and limb, and sent a pitcher of ice water on top of him. If he still held a breath of air in his body, he would have retaliated, a throw for a throw.

            He inhaled swiftly, contemplating revenge, thoroughly irritated. He'd held his own in every fight, every barroom brawl he'd ever participated, and now, in the middle of his study, he had been deflated by a plague upon the female persuasion.

            Studying the ceiling from this new vantage point, heaving, feeling the stab of mortification against his gender, he looked into the leering countenance of what was rapidly becoming the bane of his existence. Then she spoke, surprising him, since he had expected her to run. Her voice, soft and feminine, one that pinned him to the floor with its arrogance. "To the victor belongs the spoils. Would you like a repeat performance?"

 

 

 

#DesertBlood #Fantasy #ActionAdventure

 

Title: Desert Blood

Author: Brain Young

Email: byoung0201@aol.com

 

Genre: Sci Fi/Fantasy

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BLURB: Desert Blood

 

The Dolus invasion rolled over the unassuming Kingdom of Larista leaving ghost towns in its wake. It brought death and destruction in abundance and left the people of Larista without their king or his heirs. It left the kingdom reeling with the realization that they weren’t alone on their isolated side of the Maker’s Mountain but instead part of a world that desperately wanted and needed the life giving water they took for granted.

 

One of the king’s sons, the Prisoner Prince Alexander, is still alive but held captive on the unexplored eastern side of the Maker’s Mountain known as the Wasteland. The man that holds him is the Emperor of the Free Cities, Jameson. His quest for vengeance and conquest has stirred up the other nations of the Wasteland and made them aware of the riches of Larista.

 

Alexander’s lifelong friends, Percival and Maximus must set out on individual journeys to find their friend, their king and themselves. But they will face a litany of foes along their paths. A horde of Beleick soldiers led by the Dictact threaten to sweep over the land sending everything into chaos while the Sisters of Gnaritas and the Death Stalker assassins weave their own intricate schemes for control of the Wasteland and the water that might flow from Larista.

 

Amongst so many people blood thirsty for power can Alexander find his way to the Maker’s Path or will he succumb to his own demons and find the Wraith’s Den in Oblivion…

 

REVIEW: Desert Blood

 

Book Whiz

This was a very fun, action-packed read. Desert Blood has very well-paced POV switches. Also, I love the fact that there are POVs for the villains; it helps us gain an insight into their world and how they think, which is a very good idea. There’s a massive character development arc in just one book! The characters in this book have dimension and their own backstories. I love how throughout the book, each character has a specific subplot and in the end, all these subplots just tie together wonderfully. I like the fact that you feel sympathy for every character — even the villains! I caught myself rooting for them a lot. The author’s writing style is eye-capturing, descriptive and full of action. He has more of a show – don’t tell – style, which I love in books. This book has so many cliffhangers; they kept me up all night reading! Overall, this book is an engaging, tension-filled read with beautiful descriptions and an amazing writing style.

 

 

EXCERPT: Desert Blood

 

 

Gravel bit at his face and the palms of his hands; it tore at his light shirt as well, causing pain to sear across his chest and elbows and mixing his blood with the grit and dirt of the road. Being thrown from a moving vehicle wasn’t something Maximus had ever intended to experience. Until a couple of months ago, I hadn't even seen one in working condition.The thoughts managed to penetrate the turmoil of his current circumstances.

The frayed ropes that had bound his hands together snapped from the impact of his fall. Once he skidded to a stop, Maximus tore the rough sack off his head. Light from a high and hot, late day sun forced his eyes half shut, and he started to cough as the corrosive grit swirling in the air invaded his lungs. He forced himself to suck in more of the dreadful stuff along with the oxygen mixed with it and painfully made his way to his feet.

The choppers, as the locals affectionately called them, circled around him. Their riders hooted and jeered over the rattling engine noise that provided the bikes with their name. They were makeshift versions of the motorcycles high-priced couriers possessed and cobbled together from whatever spare parts their riders could scrounge up. Tires spit more sand at him and added to the growing cloud of dust. He turned circles, in vain, attempting to follow the dancing mob and make an accurate head count. After a moment, he realized it was pointless as not only was the sun hampering his vision, but his sight was slightly blurry as well. He didn’t remember hitting his head when he was thrown from the chopper, but it throbbed nonetheless.

He did notice an abandoned building that loomed in the distance beyond the motorcycles; it was distorted from the dust swirling in the air and heat waves radiating from the ground. Its broken windows and sagging roof weren’t very promising, but it would be better than standing out in the open. The only problem was getting to it. He doubted he’d get more than a few steps in any direction before being run down by one of the gangers. And that was definitely all they were. Despite his foreign status, Maximus had spent enough time in the military to tell the difference between a professional unit and a bunch of testosterone teeming punks.

It’s worth a try.He sprinted towards it and made it all the way to the ring of riders before realizing he would never get through them. The idea of trying to dive past them and hope his luck held out crossed his mind, but his instincts took over. He skidded to a stop and one of the passing riders gave him a boot to the chest. The rider’s momentum was jarring and Maximus fell on his back hard enough to send the wind rushing from his lungs.

He looked up to see the rider who had kicked him wobble out of line before his bike tipped over and spilled him to the ground. A howl of laughter loud enough to be heard over the other riders was aimed at their fallen brethren. He responded with muttered cursing and a show of rude gestures. Maximus pulled himself to his feet for the second time in as many minutes.

Motion caught his attention and Maximus tried to focus his gaze on one of the riders who broke from the pack. The man sped to mere feet in front of Maximus before slipping his rear wheel to the side and coming to a skidding stop, spraying more sand into the air. Maximus didn’t flinch from the display of showmanship; he only closed his eyes and tilted his head aside to avoid the worst of the grit.look at his greeter, he allowed himself to slump against the relatively cold stone wall. 

 

 

Low Sodium Cooking From the Heart by Pam Vivian

  Please welcome Pam Vivian author of Low Sodium Cooking From the Heart

Pam Vivian will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Low Sodium Cooking From the Heart

by Pam Vivian

 

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GENRE: Cookbook

 

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INTERVIEW:

1. Stephanie a Hepatology Nurse Practioner that saved my life.  

2. For cookbooks…knowledge and love of cooking and baking.

3. When I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C and cirrhosis of the liver I was told to go on a low sodium diet.  I was handed a sheet of paper that said foods that are ok to eat and foods to avoid.  I thought I love to cook and bake so I can work with this but what about the people that don’t.  I think I can help them.

4. Years of cooking and baking.

5. Eating healthy is important for everyone.

6.  I am doing another cookbook as requested by my youngest grandson but will probably not publish it. It will contain the rest of the family favourites.  I will just do it for my family members. 

7. N/A

8.  On Amazon if you look at the kindle version you can see the first several pages.  If you would like to see more I can show you.

9. No.

10. I published it to help others on a low sodium diet.   

11. I did not receive any.

12. I have only published one cookbook. I did a list of recipes I wanted to include at the beginning.

13. By entertaining, cooking and baking for people, also, asking for feedback on new recipes.

14. My favourite recipe in the book is Tomato Basil Chicken. Fresh basil is one of my favourite herbs.

15. N/A

16. It is an excellent beginner cookbook for anyone with quick, easy recipes.  Most recipes can be made with ingredients found in your kitchen so you don’t need to buy half of the grocery store to make them.  Anyone can cook from it and add more salt if not on a loso diet, although, I don’t think you will need to add salt.  Please visit my Facebook Author’s page Pamela Vivian for more information and recipes.

BLURB:

 

Low sodium cooking including family favourites. I have tried to include interesting little bits of the history of recipes or whose favourite it is. The book contains recipes from basic daily meals to a few gourmet ones.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

It is quite shocking to be given the news that you have hepatitis C and cirrhosis of the liver. Yes, you know you have not been feeling up to snuff lately: tired, lethargic, not sleeping well and your stomach has been a little off but nothing you feel you should really go and bother your doctor about. Doesn’t everyone go through these stages once in a while?

 

Then all of a sudden your belly swells and there is a war going on in there and off to Emergency you go. Next comes the diagnosis of hepatitis C and cirrhosis.

 

After that, all chaos breaks out in your body. For those that also suffer with this and are wondering what symptoms other people have, the following are some of mine:

 

Inability to think

 

Pain in muscles, joints and bones

 

Dizziness and poor balance

 

Reduced vision

 

Hair loss

 

Terrible skin and nails

 

Itchy skin and stinging red spots

 

Muscle cramps and twitching

 

Restless legs

 

Shaky

 

Weight loss

 

Not sleeping

 

Extreme tiredness

 

No energy

 

Cold

 

Inflammation especially in pelvic area at night

 

Upset and very noisy stomach (Oh the agony sometimes, sharp pains, dull ache, etc.)

 

Nausea and vomiting

 

Fluid retention and swelling

 

Memory loss - forget people, places and thing.

 

The whole world revolving when you lay flat in bed - holding on so you don’t fall off.

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Although I have spent my life working in business management and finance the things I love to do are cook, bake and quilt.

 

Health conscious cookbook author. Read her new book "Low Sodium Cooking From the Heart" Now available on Amazon & Indigo.

 

 

CONNECT WITH PAM VIVIAN

 

FACEBOOK - Pamela Vivian | Facebook

 

 

PURCHASE LINKS Low Sodium Cooking From the Heart                    

 

AMAZON.COM - https://amazon.com/dp/0228834392 

 

AMAZON.CA - https://amazon.ca/dp/0228834392

 

BOOKSHOP - https://bookshop.org/books/low-sodium-cooking-from-the-heart-9780228834403/9780228834397

 

INDIGO CHAPTERS - https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/low-sodium-cooking-from-the/9780228834410-item.html

 

BARNES & NOBLE - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/low-sodium-cooking-from-the-heart-pamela-vivian/1137904930

 

BOOK DEPOSITORY - https://www.bookdepository.com/Low-Sodium-Cooking-from-the-Heart-Pamela-Vivian-Allison-Ashton/9780228834397

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

 

Pam Vivian will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

RAFFLECOPTER: 

 

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3888