Smorgasbord Book Promotion – Air Your Reviews – Sandra J. Jackson, Jan Sikes and John W. Howell

A big thank you to Sally from Smorgasbord – Variety is the Spice of Life and congratulations to authors Jan Sikes and John W. Howell.

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Welcome to the first of the review posts this week and the first author celebrating is Sandra J. Jackson with a new review for Promised Souls.

About the book

Just as Krista’s summer plans are finalized, she is suddenly plagued by strange dreams and intense feelings of déjà vu. Feeling as though she’s losing her mind, she visits a psychic medium, only to feel more confused. When Krista arrives in England, her dreams persist, and she finds herself at the doorstep of another psychic; she needs clarity. Finally, the words she was afraid to say out loud, are spoken. Now Krista has to figure out what it all means. Promised Soul is the story of the past, the present, and the future of two souls that have been bound together by eternal and transcending love.

One of the recent reviews for the book.

Fantastic! on November…

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One Last Time

Daily Prompt – Strut

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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Morgan picked up her cell phone again and checked the time, two more minutes and Sam would be eight minutes late. She turned her phone off and put it back in her bag.

There hadn’t been many unoccupied tables in the busy library when Morgan had arrived fifteen minutes earlier. Their usual place at the back had already been taken, and she hoped Sam wouldn’t mind the only other choice. At least from her vantage point Morgan would be able to see Sam approaching, and he wouldn’t be able to sneak back out without her seeing him.

Morgan tapped her fingers on the book she’d picked out. She’d had it turned over so that no one could see the title on the front cover. Their meeting was bittersweet – the beginning of the end.

The door opened and pulled Morgan’s attention pulled away from the book. Sam stepped inside the library and glanced around the room. His strut toward a table full of girls was one of confidence bordering arrogance. His brilliant smile set off a chain reaction from the group of girls as one by one their faces erupted into toothy grins. Sam’s good looks and charm commanded attention. He leaned against the table, something he said made the girls giggle and flip their hair.

Morgan rolled her eyes and tapped the book as she waited for Sam. If she didn’t know him, she’d think he was full of himself. After a few more minutes of chit-chat, Sam headed toward their table, his strut as confident and sure as ever.

“Sorry.” Sam pulled out a chair and sat down.

“That’s okay.” Morgan pulled the book over and held it in her hands. “Are you ready?” She smiled; her eyebrows rose with her questioning voice.

“Do we have to do this today?” Sam looked around the full room. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. The confidence he’d shown earlier had disappeared the moment he sat down. He looked more like a little boy than a young man of twenty-four.

Morgan nodded and placed the book in front of Sam. She reached across the table and gave his hands a squeeze. “You have come a long way. You should be proud. Own it. You exuded confidence with those girls back there.” Morgan tilted her head in the direction of the girls.

Sam shrugged. “It’s an act.”

Morgan squeezed Sam’s hands again. “You don’t have to act anymore, though maybe tone it down just a touch. You know – a little less full of yourself.” She smiled.

Sam gave a shy half smile and nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He flipped the book over and stared at the title and then lifted his eyes to meet Morgan’s.

Morgan nodded. “You can read now, Sam. Anything you want. No one will ever know that a year ago you struggled with Dick and Jane.”

“The Old Man and the Sea, by Earnest Hemingway,” Sam whispered the title. “Hemingway?” He looked back at Morgan.

“Yes, Sam, even Hemingway. Now let’s get started, I want you to read to me one last time.”

Smorgasbord Book Promotion – Air Your Reviews – Sandra J. Jackson, Kim Cox and Chuck Jackson

Thanks to Sally Cronin for her book promotion. Check out Smorgasbord – Variety is the Spice of Life.

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

The first review is for the recently published book by Sandra J. JacksonPlaying in the Rain ( Escape Series Book 1).

About Playing in the Rain

There’s nothing harder than pretending to be unaware, robotic even, but that’s exactly what A2 has to do once the drug starts wearing off. Constantly being followed by the camera’s red eye, A2 is mindful of her every move as she tries to understand where she is and why. Things get more complicated for her when she is introduced to another robotic girl.

Who is she and how did they both get there?

A recent review for the book

“Both Bethany and I realized that the room was transforming into our tomb.”

Though the author has been talking about this book for a while, the content and subject matter always seemed a bit…

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Exception

Exception

I love this little piece of poetry by Jacob Ibrag and thought I would share it with you.

Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

We fell, and hard. That became

the day our connection wouldn’t ever sever.

Challenging the world beyond our touch, inviting

anyone that wanted to test us. And they did. And we

kept falling. The day our world enveloped theirs.

The day our love became the exception.


Photography by Joanna Nix

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The Egg-ceptional Egg – Ode to the Egg

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. EGG

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Ode to the Egg

 

Oh the lovely Egg is so versatile

There is so much it can do.

Not only do they taste very good,

They help make vaccines for the flu.

 

They can be eaten in so many ways,

Scrambled, boiled, or fried.

Used in meringue and mayonnaise,

They can even be freeze dried.

 

Eggs can also be hollowed out

And dipped in colourful ink,

Decorated and hidden at Easter time,

Or made into a tasty egg nog drink.

 

But the egg is more than just a food,

An ingredient in cookie batches.

It’s also a home where life begins,

Where it grows, protected, until it hatches.

Mercy

A beautiful piece of work.

TheFeatheredSleep

Though we were afraid
We stood

Though we trembled

We reached

Though we feared falling

We let go

Though you are far

You caught me

Though you were struggling

You held on

Though we both felt we couldn’t

We did

And the light that bathed our rebirth

Was a mute white

And the song in our mouths

Was of gratitude

And my loved ones passed over

Clambored from their soil and Ash

As beautiful as children again

Clasping my empiness

They claimed me anew

Standing on the bridge

One side darkness and dusk

Extinguisher of all I was

The other side golden

You have been so missed they chorused

And at first I couldn’t bear the feeling

Surging in me like a hundred hands

But they held firm, did not let me run, did not excuse me

No death did not stop us

No life is not meant to be…

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Stop the Madness

Attention disrupted,

Unfocused thoughts,

Invading fears,

Unfolding plots,

 

Unsettling news,

Disturbing plans,

Hidden agendas,

Clashing clans,

 

Entitled beliefs,

Oppressive minds,

Barbaric practices,

Destroying mankind,

 

Caring forgotten,

Empathy lost,

Selfish attitudes,

Insurmountable cost,

 

Pointing fingers,

Shame game,

Shaking heads,

Passing blame,

 

No accountability,

Deceptive deeds,

Enormous egos,

Debilitating greed,

 

Fallible humans,

Emotional too,

Ignorance perhaps?

No Excuse.

 

Human condition,

Life’s choices,

Guilty conscience,

Innocent voices.

 

Unconditional love,

Extinction evaded,

Enduring hope,

Evil abated.

 

It is easier to hate for our differences than to love.

It is easier to be lazy than to be productive.

It is easier to complain then to make a change.

It is easier to concede than to fight.

But nothing that is worth doing, nothing that gives you a sense of fulfillment, nothing that is good – is ever easy.

 

This morning’s news filled me with fear and then anger (fear breeds anger). In 2017, I should not have to feel this way – no one should have to feel this way.

I believe there is more good in this world than evil. I see it every day in the small things. I see it in the person who holds open the door for someone else. I see it in the “please”, “thank you”, “you’re welcome”, “and have a good day” from strangers. I choose to see it.

Every day I try to be a better person. Do I fail? Do I make mistakes? Heck yeah – that’s what makes me human. But I don’t give up on trying either. I choose to be my true-self, the person who is happiest when I am kind, when I am forgiving. That is my true-self.

We create our own reality and our choices are what creates that reality. We choose to love. We choose to hate. We choose to be happy or angry or sad. We choose to complain. We choose to wallow in self-pity. We choose to make a difference. We choose to work hard. We choose to enact change. We are not born with prejudices – it is learned. We can undo that learning if we choose.

No one is perfect. No one has all the right answers. No one is better than anyone else no matter your race, your religion, your beliefs. If the human race becomes extinct, we have only ourselves to blame. All of us.

It is up to every person to choose to find the good. Stop trying to change other people into what you believe is right, or good, or without sin. Change yourself to be more accepting, loving, kind, understanding and forgiving.

I believe this life is really only about one thing – Love.

 

© Sandra J. Jackson 2017 Expressions