Choices and Changes by T M Smith #coverreveal #m/mromance

Choices and Changes

All Cocks stories, book 7 


There comes a time in every man’s life where he has to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy. 


Born and raised in Fort Worth Texas by extremely open minded parents, Dean Anderson realized early in life that he was attracted to both sexes. He never picked his lovers because of the parts they did, or didn’t have, more so based on personality and common interests. He met Maggie in college, fell in love, got married and started a family. And they were happy… until they weren’t.

Adam Chase’s life was slightly different. His mother is South African, his father American military working at the US Embassy in Pretoria, South Africa. His parent’s positions in the South African and American governments awarded Adam dual citizenship, so he decided to attend University in America, Berkley to be exact. In America, Adam is able to live openly as a gay man, something that could get him killed in his mother’s home country. He met his husband, Patrick Carter, at college and they too were happy… until Patrick died.

Two lives converge when they cross paths and, it would seem, fate is giving them both a second chance at happiness. Dean decides to stay in New York and moves into the apartment his son, Dusty, shares with his boyfriend David. He and Adam are quickly welcomed into All Cocks vastly growing family. One phone call changes everything.

The men of All Cocks are about to learn that death is just another part of life, a road everyone travels eventually. They rally together, drawing strength from each other as their close knit family experiences the best, and the worst, life has to offer. Choices are made, decisions that will change their lives irrevocably. But that’s what families do, right?


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A totally NSFW Excerpt from Choices and Changes…

Dean
lay on his back in Adam’s large, four poster bed. Naked as the day he was born
and as nervous as a fucking virgin on prom night. So much for taking things slow… He thought, just before all
common sense flew out the window with the softest brush of Adam’s fingers over
his hip. His hands were gripping the pillow under his head so tight, it was a
wonder he hadn’t torn it to shreds. The only thing keeping him calm was Adam.
His eyes roamed over every square inch of Dean’s body, drinking in his fill
until Dean thought he might splinter apart, just from the intensity of Adam’s
gaze.
How
the hell had they gone from, “Come back
to my house for some quiet time. We can watch a movie, have a drink and talk
more, there’s still a lot we don’t know about each other.”
Adam suggested as
they were leaving the restaurant to, “Oh
my god in heaven if you don’t put your dick in my ass right the fuck now, I may
die from sheer need!”
was anybody’s guess. But the minute the key turned in
the lock and Adam swung the front door open, Dean was pushed up against it, his
mouth plundered by the pirate actively seeking the treasure that was Dean’s
tonsils. From there it was a frenzied rush to remove any and all barriers that
were stopping them from skin to skin contact. There was a trail of shirts, a couple
of popped buttons, pants and god only knew what else leading from the door to
the bed. And so, here they were, both naked and Dean splayed out on Adam’s
ginormous bed, wanton and ready to be fucked… thoroughly and hard.
 
“Oh
god, Adam, please,” He wasn’t above begging. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tentative release date April 15th 2017
 

 

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia;
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
 
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
 
 
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Cat’s Meow~Cover Reveal~Malevolent Mind @Misty Harvey #horror

                                                                                                                                                                                                              Image courtesy of Pixaby

Wanna see something Scaaaarrrrry? Check out this new release by my dear friend Misty Harvey. As you know, I am mostly a romance reader but sometimes I like a good scare, and after reading this excerpt I am ready to order! Now let’s go meet Misty and see this absolutely chilling cover! *Holds your hand as we go take look at it*  *shudders*

Thank you Cat for taking the time to share in Malevolent Mind’s cover reveal. This book has been a lot of fun for me to write and I hope in turn that readers will enjoy it as much as I have.

Hello, Readers!

Thank you for taking your time today to stop by to read about my novel and partake in the cover reveal. This novel has truly been a labor of nightmares. I mean that in the best possible way. Raven’s revenge certainly came straight from those sleep-filled nights. There are pieces that are intricately woven into the story line that I’d conjured up to terrify myself awake. Thank you again for that subconscious. Still, there was something so intriguing about the characters in this novel that I had to write their story.

After a nice talk with my editor I came to realize that there are bits of me woven into each one of them. From Heath and his childhood antics of writing stories to scare others, to Raven and her wild dreams to visit haunted places around the world. Even Kade holds parts of me as well.

As a young child my nephew and I used to write these grand tails to tell our younger siblings. We’d try to make them as scary as possible. Being the young, inventive things we were back then we weren’t going to leave anything up to chance. We would take them into the basement, in one of the backrooms and read the scary tales to them. Just as we’d get to the climatic part of the bit we were reading we’d haul our behinds through the basement, flipping off lights as quickly as possible to leave them alone down there in the dark.

While we were busy laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe our parents were right there, ready to ground us. Still, it didn’t matter how many times we did that to them they kept returning to listen to more of the story. We knew we were onto something when it even managed to scare us.

These things continued to stick with me as I grew up. I wove these stories trying to scare me and others around me. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don’t.

Still, I will continue to create these tales where I not only get to frighten others and myself, but it’ll give me a chance to delve into the psychological aspects that come with such things. I can’t wait to release more novels in the future for readers to enjoy.

I hope you will all take time to enjoy the excerpt that I’ve chosen from Malevolent Mind and will keep your eyes open for its release on March 16th.

 

Malevolent Mind~Horror

A story so dark, twisted and unfinished has a way of driving the sanest to the brink of insanity.

Between the constant state of bullying from Heath and his friends, and the unrest of not knowing what happened to her twin, Raven seeks revenge. Years later, she becomes the nanny for Heath’s young son, Kade. She helps him start a horror story with the plan to bring the horrible creature Kade created into the real world to torment Heath and his friends. It was perfect, until everything began unraveling. When Kade’s creation no longer wishes to do Raven’s bidding, it becomes a fight for life or death. The only way to survive is to figure out how to finish off the creature before she finds her freedom. Will Kade find a way to stop the creation of his malevolent mind? Or will Raven’s revenge consume them all?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Little more Malevolent Mind

 Kade sat there in the middle of the room. He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to see now that his head cowered there in the darkness of his own lap. If tonight was the night that he’d die, he wasn’t so sure he’d want to see either of the girls coming for him.

His ears perked up. Behind him came the sound of rustling clothes. He lifted his head, unable to keep it down. It was just his imagination. That was all.

The feel of icy breath slid over the back of his neck. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. Was it the girl from the river or was it Zilla? Kade flipped onto his knees, the beam of the flashlight straight forward.

There, inches from his face, was Zilla. She stared at him. Her mouth was open at an angle as her tongue flicked out against the air. It was too late to run anywhere.

Death stared him right in the face. Part of him felt relief that it was only her. Of course, that was if the other one wasn’t waiting for him as well. He didn’t dare move the flashlight beam to find out. Zilla had appeared out of nowhere so who knew what would happen once the light wasn’t on her?

Kade watched as her blue-tinged hand reached up for him. She held her hand for him to take. Something told him that doing so would be the end of him. Panic gripped his insides and he knew he had moments to make the first move. If he didn’t react soon, she’d overpower him.

He swung out with the flashlight, catching her on the side of the head. Her body rolled across the floor with a sickening thud. Kade was sure that the magnum flashlight had cracked her skull. It had nearly broken his foot when he’d dropped it one time. He jumped across his bed, darting into the hallway. His gaze moved around the hall as he tried to make out anything.

The sound of her rapidly skittering toward him had him running down the hallway. He stopped at Raven’s door, trying her handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Instead, the old wood rattled in the frame.

In a flash of lightning, he watched Zilla skitter into the hall on her hands and feet, her body parallel to the floor as she let out a sickening hiss. Half her head remained dented in from where he’d clocked her with the flashlight. It was a terrifying image to behold. The fact that she continued to chase him regardless turned his stomach.

Kade looked back only briefly before he ran. She was close on his heels. In the distance, he could just make out his father’s door. His bare feet padded against the wood flooring.

Goosebumps raced up his spine as her icy fingers wrapped around his ankle. The weight of his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His head bounced against the hard surface blurring his vision. Tears filled his eyes making it even harder to see. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing his death coming.

The cold sensation crept up his leg, over his knee and toward his waist. He could feel the weight of her above him as she crawled up his body. Time slowed so that each second felt like eons. The stench of her undead body burned at his nostrils. Kade gagged on the smell that was so strong he could almost taste it.

He didn’t want to die. Life was too short for him. There was still so much that he wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t sure who would take care of his father if he wasn’t there any longer. That thought rolled inside of him. He wasn’t going to go out like this, a cowering lump of fear on the floor. If she wanted to kill him, she’d have to fight a lot harder for it.

Kade grabbed her arms, rolling them over as he kicked out with both his legs. Her body smashed into the wall across from them, freeing him to run. He scrambled onto his feet, darting for his father’s room.

The bright light blinded him as he ran for it. That was it. He’d found his end and now he was headed into the light. Just as he’d read in another book. It was his time to cross over.

 

 

 

Misty Harvey loves writing spine-tingling horror novels sure to thrill readers. The psychology behind such tales has always been a fascination for her since she was younger. Even to the point that she once contemplated taking up psychology as a profession. Still, her love resides in the art of storytelling. An art she wishes to continue to share with readers for the rest of her days.

After climbing out of her writing cave and searching the house for the sound of the latest creak or pop, Misty can be found doing one of many things. Often times she spends the remained of her day with her amazingly supportive husband and youngest daughter. While she has two older children that are out there spreading their wings around the world, including giving her a few grandchildren.

Her favorite things to do when not writing are crafts, wrestling with her dog, avoiding her cat’s bite or generally making her husband and daughter crazy. Often times she can be found creating vivid tales with her daughter about whatever mundane thing happened in their day and turning it into a crazy story. She is also an avid gamer, crochet goddess (we shall pretend there), domestic queen, and animal tamer (it’s a work in progress).

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Doesn’t it look and sound awesome? Do you like horror? Stick around; I will be announcing the release, have a special post and maybe even prizes in March!

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Writerly Wednesday–New year~~new look!

Hi y’all! I hope you had a good January. I know the weather has been odd. we have had early spring like days, no snow but lots of rain. Some of my friends have had lots of snow, unfortunately giving it to me hasn’t worked yet. I spent January recovering from a bit of a nervous issue, colds and still have bad allergies headaches. I took the time to try to organize my computer documents, clean house a bit on facebook and Goodreads and also here. I didi accomplish organizing my craft room.

I still haven’t figured out my blogging schedule for sure, for now, I will have a Sunday or Monday picture post, Teaser  Tuesday and the MFRWauthors challenge on Friday. I may squeeze in a review or Writerly Wednesday here and there or bring them back if it fits into my writing schedule.

I decided to work on Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats as my project and am hoping for a late April early may release so cross your fingers and push me along!

Now for the real reason for this post! I bought a new banner finally for the Website!  Don’t you love it?  I used Rêverie Design & FormattingBreathing Life into Daydreams. 

This was our first-time working together and I had no idea whatsoever that I wanted. We chatted a bit about color dos and don’ts, about my genres and I let her go.

This is what we got on our second go round.

Funniest thing ever is purple is ok but not on my favorite color list and I absolutely love it.  The first ones she sent did not fit, so she tried twice more to get the sizes I needed.  She told me she experimented with red since it was a favorite but it didn’t look as good as the purple and though I didn’t like blue tried it too.  She showed them to me and i hate to admit i liked the blue as well. she gave me all three. Isn’t that awesome?

That’s magical that she made me love Blue and purple lol!

She told me of all of her specials and I bought a banner for a craft website I hope to debut this month as well and some formatting packages to use as an incentive to get those books ready LOL. I hope to be buying my cover next month or early April and will be using Amber as well. At least I hope she takes me as a client lol!

I’ll be putting a new logo on my Facebook page this week. It should be ready by Friday.

She did come highly recomended and I had seen some of her logos and covers  that my friend V. L.Locey uses.

You can contact her at

Rêverie
Design & Formatting – Breathing Life into Daydreams
Tell her Cathy Brockman sent ya!
You can see Vicki’s covers, banners and logos at
As a matter of fact V.L. Locey has a cover reveal today that Rêverie made. 
This is one of my favorite trilogies and if you love unlikeable, rough and tumble main characters you will love, wise-cracking,  potty mouth Vic.
go
for a sample, and exclusive interview check it out here
SO how do you like my new banners?

A.E. Via~Cover Reveal~Give away~Nothing Special V #theboysareback

 
 Author A.E. Via
Title:
Nothing Special V
M/M GAY
CONTEMPORARY
Release Date: December
24, 2016
 The boys are back and
fiercer than ever!
 
“We were a unit
tonight, moving as one. Even apart, we are deadly, but when combined – we are
f**kin’ unstoppable.” ~~ God ~~
Atlanta’s notorious narcotics task
force is at it again. They are stronger, bigger, and better than
ever. Especially when a city councilman sends RECON Marine, Edwin Steele –
who’s been blacklisted from his Oakland department – to join the
team. God and Day weren’t recruiting. They have a lot on their plates,
like the fact they’re supposed to be getting married soon. They don’t have
the time or the patience to integrate a decorated war hero with a slight
chip on his shoulder into their well-oiled machine. 
A hothead that’s
uncontrollable and terrible with authority… but wasn’t that their team
motto?
Steele was ready to hang
up his shield. He was done fighting with bigoted bastards that couldn’t
respect the job. He was good at fighting; he just needed the right team to
fight with. When his uncle – City Councilman, Rasmus Steele – shows him a
video of God’s team in action, he knows right away, it’s where his nephew
belongs in order to restore his faith. 
Steele pointed to the
driver, a behemoth of a man wielding those massive firearms like a true beast…
like a soldier. “And him. Who the hell is he?”
“That’s your new boss.
Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey… they call him… God.”



Steele was skeptical
about his new placement, but when he meets God’s 
technology specialist/computer
genius, “Tech,” he’s willing to give it his all, and he definitely shows
and proves.
Tech is stunning. His
sweater vest 
and khakis, a stark contrast to the blue-jeaned roughnecks
he works with. A beautiful sheep amongst the wolves. Steel thinks
there’s no way the brilliant man 
would be interested in a hardhead like him, but
Tech has a few badass hidden talents of his own and manages to
fool him… fool all of them.
 
This story is a part of
a series but can stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger and has a
HEA. There are no multiple pairings in this novel. 



{I will update this post with pre- order links as soon as they are available}
Excerpt…
Chapter Twelve
Steele
 
Steele
looked at Tech’s profile while he set out all the tiny pieces to make him an
earpiece. His hands moved methodically over the delicate pieces, putting each
item in its place. It was way outside of Steele’s scope of knowledge. The young
man was a genius. As he looked around at all the sophisticated technology, he
couldn’t help but marvel at the detective. This was something you’d see built
by an engineer that worked for Bill Gates or something, making a six-figure
salary, not in an Atlanta precinct, and he found himself wanting to know Tech’s
story.
He
looked sexy today in his fitted jeans and black, slim-fitted, ribbed
turtleneck. The black, plastic framed glasses set off his entire “I’m a hot
nerd” look, but the body didn’t quite match. He was fit and toned in a Peter
Parker kind of way. Tech probably couldn’t get overly muscular, but it was
clear he worked out. His biceps were probably the size of small apples when he
flexed, and Steele hoped he’d get an opportunity to see them.
Tech
finally moved to get to work, putting a piece of the gray putty on the end of
the five-inch forceps. But as Tech’s hand got closer to the side of his face,
Steele could see the slight tremor. Fuck.
Steele slowly reached up and got a gentle grip of Tech’s narrow wrist, bringing
his hand back down. He took his other hand and pushed back the long sleeve of
Tech’s shirt, locating the spot on his wrist he could manipulate with a little
pressure to help calm some of Tech’s anxiety over having to touch him –
especially when they hadn’t approached the elephant in the room. He looked into
Tech’s brown eyes behind those clear lenses while he rubbed his thumb in a
small circle over the smooth skin. He lost himself in the movement; Tech’s skin
was so pale and soft as he caressed him that he almost forgot why he was even
touching him in the first place. Maybe because of their first interaction
Steele felt an extremely strong pull towards Tech.
“Don’t
be afraid of me, detective,” Steele whispered, watching closely as Tech’s long
lashes fluttered over his intelligent eyes. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I truly am.
I promise… I swear on my fallen brothers that I’ll never ever hurt you like
that again. I wouldn’t’ve come back if I didn’t think I could control myself…
especially around you. I’m ashamed of what I did.”
Tech’s
breath came out in shallow gusts while he let Steele continue to touch him.
“I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to offend you, either… or hurt you.” 
“I
know you didn’t.” Steele wanted to lean in closer, somehow get better
acquainted in a different way, but he’d try to establish some trust between
them first. He slid Tech’s sleeve up until it was bunched around his tight
bicep. He stopped caressing the pressure point when he saw the dark purple
bruise above Tech’s elbow. Oh no. He felt even shitter than last night. No
words he’d thought of seemed good enough to speak, right now.
“I’m
okay. Really. I’m stronger than you may think,” Tech said hoarsely, his eyes
darting away. He looked upset, but for a different reason.
“I
know you’re strong. I felt it. But I know the joint is swollen and aching in
there.” Steele let Tech’s wrist go and reached for his backpack. “I brought
something to help.”
Tech
inched in a little closer and Steele took that as a good sign. Ignoring the
delicious coolness of Tech’s cologne, he reached inside and took out the
circular metal container. He didn’t take much with him as he moved from place
to place but he did keep his array of natural remedies he’d acquired from
doctors all over the world, from hypnotherapist to Ayurvedic physicians.
The
can of presoaked bandages was the best he’d ever encountered for aching muscles
and joints. It was made of so many herbs and oils; he’d never be able to recite
them all, but he knew of the primary ones. He took off the tin lid and Tech’s
neck jerked back at the potent smell that blasted their senses, even their eyes
began to water. Tech put his hand up to his nose. “What the hell? Oh my god.”
Steele
chuckled deeply, reaching out to cup Tech’s hand, pulling him back towards him
until was standing between his legs. “I know. I know. It’s the Capsaicin. It’s
an oil extracted from hot chile peppers. I think, mixed with the peppermint,
it’s a bit overpowering, but all the properties together do wonders in reducing
inflammation.”
“There’s
no way I can walk around the office with these on. God’ll kick my ass out of
here so fast.”
“No
he won’t. Because after the bandages are on, I’m going to wrap it in plastic.
It’ll contain the smell. Trust me.” He looked up at Tech’s eyes, realizing
their close proximity. He’d done it on purpose, opening his legs a little
wider. He wanted to show Tech he had a measure of gentility under all his
strength.
Tech
was quiet while Steele carefully wrapped both elbows. “It’s cold. Feels kind of
good, despite the smell.” Tech’s smile was gorgeous and warm.
“It’s
the Camphor cream. A lot of physicians say use hot temperatures for aches, some
say cold. I’ve found cool works best, especially for acute pain.” Steele began
wrapping the Saran wrap. “Out in the field, we’ll try just about anything to
eliminate pain. Of course, we had our corpsmen; but taking narcotics was a last
resort, we needed to stay sharp.”
Steele
pulled down one sleeve and then the other. He closed up his canister and tucked
it back inside his bag. He wiped his hand on a hand towel in his backpack and
zipped it up. “So, what do you think?” Steele knew the medicine well. Already
knew it was working its way into the layers of Tech’s skin, giving him some
much-needed relief. At least Steele was able to fix a little of the damage he’d
done.
“Much
better, actually. Wow, it’s like a miracle serum,” Tech said, bending his arm,
testing the mobility.
“Keep
them on overnight, if you can. It’ll really feel a lot better by tomorrow.”
“Okay,”
Tech agreed, almost wistfully. He stood there rooted in place, just watching
him for a moment and Steele saw his eyes drop to his mouth. Steele licked his
lips.
Tech
blinked, dropping his eyes down, moving back to the side, in front of his kit.
“I better get this going. I’m sure your new partners will be ready for you
soon.”
Steele
tilted his head to the side when Tech reached for his earlobe again. He didn’t
make a sound and he fought not to react, but the hot detective touching him on
his spot was making it difficult. No words were spoken now, only silence and
Steel’s shameless thoughts. He wanted to moan so badly when those agile fingers
moved across the fleshly part of his ear, manipulating the soft substance to
mold to his canal. Tech’s face was so close to his he could feel his exhale
while he peered into the tunnel of his ear. His breath was a mix of coffee and
something else sugary… like he’d had pancakes for breakfast. Steele turned
inward, wanting to smell, wanting to taste.
“Hold
still,” Tech whispered, close to him. “Won’t be long.”
Oh, damn.
That erotic voice. A mild tenor, lighter than bass but far from feminine.
Absolutely perfect. Steele would love to hear it right here in Tech’s
sanctuary. Standing in the midst of all he’d engineered with his brilliant
mind. In the darkness, illuminated with only the flashing red and green signal
indicators on Tech’s monitors, not the harsh florescent lighting over his head
right now. Ahh. He’d hold that taut
body close to him while he caressed the petite round globes of his ass. Would
Tech fit to his body the same way he was curving that malleable paste to fit
his ear? Steele could feel his heart beating faster the more his fantasy played
out in his mind. He closed his eyes and pictured himself coming back from a
dangerous bust and Tech taking him into this room, keeping the lights off and
bringing his adrenaline down with his lustful voice and feather light touches.
“Doing
real good,” Tech breathed quietly, still so damn close. “This is going to be a
little warm now, so I can fold it easier.”
“‘K,”
Steele responded throatily, without knowing what he’d just consented to. He
felt the slick piece of putty slide back into his ear; it was nice and toasty,
like it’d been dipped in warm honey. Still, Tech blew on his ear like it was
too hot for him to take. Oh, he could take the heat. “Mmm.”
“You
okay?” Tech paused.
Steele’s
eyes popped open, the bright lighting jerking him to reality. Fuck, did I just moan? “Oh, yeah. I’m
good. Fine.”
“Alright.
We’re all done,” Tech said, putting the intricately curved piece of goo in a
plastic dish and closing it. “This’ll harden, then I’ll put the casing with the
mechanism over it and you’re good to go.” Tech looked back and forth before his
eyes landed back on him. “I’m real glad we’re square. This team… we’re a family
ya’know, a unit. Everyone is partnered up… in love. We don’t take risks with
anyone’s lives. It’d be devastating.”
Tech
was preparing to walk away and Steele wasn’t ready for him to. He stood and
walked up behind the smaller man while he stood in front of a row of shelves
and put his kit away. When Steele spoke, Tech jumped slightly but settled right
back down. “And who are you in love with?”
“My
job. I don’t have time for all that,” Tech answered. Steele had a feeling that
even Tech didn’t believe that answer.
Steele’s
chin was over Tech’s shoulder. He didn’t grab his narrow waist but he wanted
to. “How warm does this job keep you at night, detective?” Steele didn’t wait
for an answer; instead, he turned and took the weapons Tech had placed out for
him and left his space. But he made a mental note to revisit that topic real soon.
As he made his way back across the office, he hoped that Ack would approve.
It’d been a long time since any other man gave Steele’s body this kind of
reaction.
 
 

 

A.E. Via is an author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children. Adrienne Via has tons of more stories to tell, but she really would like to hear yours. Via Star Wings Books is currently accepting submissions for established and aspiring LGBTQ authors. 
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Cat’s Meow~Quotidiandose:30 Days of Sass~Cover Reveal #nonfiction

Cover Reveal

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Hi, Ya’ll Welcome to Cat’s Meow. Today I have a very special friend with a cover reveal and pre-order of her newest book,Quotidiandose:30 Days of Sass. This is a nonfiction book filled with humor and perhaps some life lessons we can all use. And part of the proceeds from the print copies will go to Autism awareness, so it’s a win-win! Now for the Cover!

 

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Title: Quotidiandose:30 Days of Sass

Author: Ellie Mack

GENRE: nonfiction; humor

This collection of daily musings combine edgy, funny, practical, everyday reality with a dose of personal sass. There are life-lessons in the words that are applicable for everyone. I hope they will put a smile on your face and brighten your day!

A portion of proceeds from print copies of this book will go to Action for Autism.

You can preorder here both the Ebook or Paperback

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A little excerpt

Why continue in unhappiness?  Change is inevitable, but most people fear it.  Better the devil you know than the one you don’t know sort of thing.   That attitude leads to a mundane, unhappy existence.  I want to live and thrive and be about living my life, not watch it pass me by while I sit on the bleachers and wish I could or worse, wish I would have gotten in the game.

It is a brave step, that first step off the bleachers. Pulse quickening, mouth going dry, butterflies in the stomach yet continuing to put one foot in front of the other, moving away from the bleachers. The scenery is all new and fresh. Nothing is familiar because I haven’t gone this way before.

Life is a grand adventure. It becomes thrilling and exciting; an element of danger is always there. Safe and orthodox is not safe, now is it?   Because if you remain in a safe job, doing the safe thing that sucks the life out of you, you are dying a little each day inside. Eventually high blood pressure, pot bellies, drinking and eating in excess and various other vices because the insanity of safe breaks our need to live, breathe, and thrive.

An excerpt of Ellie’s fiction writing is also included.

 

Meet Ellie:

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Ellie Mack received her BS in cartography from Southeast Missouri State University. After leaving the corporate world for the title of MOM, she has pursued her writing dreams. Nowadays Ellie charts unmapped territory through her fiction and humor writing. She lives near St. Louis with her husband of 30 years and their two teen daughters. When she’s not writing, she can be found scrapbooking, crocheting, or cooking. You can find her musings on her blog Quotidiandose. (https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com)

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