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Book Feature: The Bipolar Millionaire by John E. Wade II

The Bipolar MillionaireTitle: The Bipolar Millionaire
Author: John E. Wade II
Publisher: Sunbury Press
Pages: 164
Genre: Memoir

John E. Wade II, retired CPA, author, investor, television producer, and philanthropist, reveals in his memoir, The Bipolar Millionaire, his personal struggle with bipolar disorder and how he has succeeded in living a balanced and blessed life, despite his mental illness.

Wade takes the reader through his family experiences, political aspirations and beliefs, spiritual journey, relationship trials and errors, all while battling mental illness.

Through his religious beliefs, personal perseverance, and the help of friends, family, and his mental health professionals, Wade lives an active, creative, and successful life.

His memoir doesn’t end with contentment at achieving a balance in his life, however. Instead, Wade expresses a determined vision for the future, aiming to assist humanity in what he describes as achieving heaven on earth through his writing, political and spiritual endeavors.

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I was struggling and dropped into a walk from the jog required of fourth classmen. It was an autumn day in 1963, just a month after I’d had a near-fatal attack of meningitis, and I was still fighting to regain my strength. Panting for breath, I was confronted by a first classman. He asked very directly why I wasn’t jogging. I quickly replied that I had a medical excuse, knowing full well that the excuse had expired. He ordered me to produce the excuse, which I did. Noting its date, he nonetheless allowed me to proceed.

Soon, I was in the academy hospital, lying flat on my back in an almost catatonic state, unable to cope with my mental torment. Although this severe depression, the first in my life, was not diagnosed at the time, it must have been my first bipolar episode, possibly having been triggered by the recent attack of meningitis.

My mother and Carol, my then-girlfriend, came to try to revive me, but I don’t remember responding. Years later, Carol told me that I asked her to help me kill myself, but I have absolutely no memory of making such a request.

Until this illness I had been a model cadet. I had prepared physically according to academy guidelines, so the transition to basic cadet summer was rigorous but easier than it would have been without vigorous training.

One other thing that helped me during basic cadet summer was the stream of daily letters from Carol. My fellow cadets were jealous, partly because of the letters, but also because of the picture of her I had in my room. Even though it was black and white, it was clear that she had blond hair, a sweet smile, and a pleasing, pretty face. That face helped me get through the rest of what we all had to endure to complete our training.

Each week we were given certain “knowledge” to learn, such as types of aircraft or chains of command. I always spent part of Sunday afternoon memorizing the information so that I could recite it during Monday’s meals. The upperclassmen pointedly asked several questions of each basic cadet, which kept us from finishing our entire meal. The first classmen took turns performing the interrogation, but as the questions were considerably shorter than the answers, they always had plenty of time to eat. I always felt I was short-changed because I was the only one who knew the trivia from the first day it was due, and yet I didn’t get a chance to eat more than the other basic cadets.

At the end of basic cadet summer, all the cadets were subjected to a physical fitness test, and I scored the highest in my squadron. At about the same time, we also went on a survival exercise in the mountains for which we were organized into small groups with twenty-four hours’ worth of food and about a week’s time to find our way back to the academy. The experience was particularly taxing for me. I became so obsessed with saving my food that I still had some left when we got back to the academy.

After the final tests, those of us who successfully completed basic cadet summer became fourth classmen. My personal excitement was not long lasting, however. Although I had scored high marks on the physical tests, I was disappointed with my first academic grades, which included some Bs, as I was used to all As in high school. When I asked a first classman for his opinion, he said I did just fine considering that I came from a weak high school.

Basic cadet summer had ended—then the meningitis hit. I’ve since read that physical illness can trigger the onset of bipolar disorder, and although the diagnosis was not made at that time, I believe that is what had happened. My father eventually was diagnosed as having bipolar disorder also, so it appears that I was genetically predisposed to the condition, as is often the case.

I had entered the academy in June 1963, and I received an honorable medical discharge that December; whether I was right or wrong, I considered the situation a great disgrace. It was definitely a life-defining event for me, and I was overcome with depression.

But, there was another aspect to my failure at the Air Force Academy that I didn’t disclose to anyone else until years later: part of the reason I attended the academy was that I had presidential ambitions, which I knew would be shattered by the stigma of mental illness. I internalized and brooded over that stigma for the next forty years.

To make matters even worse, when I finally got home I also lost my girlfriend.

It was quite a shock to me and had a negative effect on my confidence with the women I would date for most of the rest of my life.

I have often wondered what would have happened had I not had the meningitis and bipolar episode. What aspects of my life would have been altered? It’s a haunting possibility to consider.

Still, even though the realization of some of my dreams has eluded me, I have had and am having an interesting, fulfilling life in spite of bipolar disorder, and I invite you to understand its role as I work toward what I believe is my destiny.

Cover Reveal: In Too Deep by Kristina Matthews


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Title: In Too Deep
Author: Kristina Matthews
Publisher: Lyrical Shine
Genre: Romance
Format: Ecopy

Oh, baby!

For the first time in her life, adventure reporter Miranda Wilde has a plan that doesn’t involve scaling mountains or swimming with sharks. Miranda is about to do something scarier—she’s about to become a mother. Determined to deliver the news to her unborn baby’s father, Miranda arrives in Swift River to find the rugged resort owner with whom she shared an unexpectedly sexy weekend. Except Carson Swift is out of town—on his honeymoon—leaving his twin brother in charge. It’s all Miranda can do not to fall apart in Cody Swift’s strong arms….

Miranda is the only woman who ever tempted Cody to settle down, which is exactly why he doesn’t reveal that he’s the twin who shared those soul-searing nights with her. Cody knows Miranda needs more than a rough-edged river guide to give her the life she deserves. Then he learns Miranda is carrying a baby—his baby—and he’s ready to stake his claim. But can he prove his heart is in the right place—and that this is one adventure they’re meant to have together, for a lifetime?



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Kristina Mathews doesn’t remember a time when she didn’t have a book in her hand. Or in her head. But it wasn’t until she turned forty that she confessed the reason the laundry never made it out of the dryer was because she was busy writing.
While she resigned from teaching with the arrival of her second son, she’s remained an educator in some form. As a volunteer, parent club member, or para educator, she finds the most satisfaction working with emergent and developing readers, helping foster confidence and a lifelong love of books. She proudly tells her students she writes romance novels that they can read when they’re older.
Kristina lives in Northern California with her husband of more than twenty years, two sons and a black lab. As a veteran road tripper, amateur renovator, and sports fanatic, she hopes to one day travel all 3,073 miles of Highway 50 from Sacramento, CA to Ocean City, MD, replace her carpet with hardwood floors, and someday throw out the first pitch for the San Francisco Giants.

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The Hidden Reality by Stephen Martino & Win books!


The Hidden Reality
Author: Stephen Martino
Publisher: Light Messages
Pages: 318
Genre: Science Fiction/Political Thriller
In the year 2084, the brilliant inventor, Alex Pella, finds himself at a precarious crossroad between the pursuit of justice and preservation of his own sanity. While attempting to undermine an international New World Order government created by the financial juggernaut known as The New Reality, he must also face the hidden truths about his own genetic heritage that are slowly destroying him. After receiving an ambiguous message sent from a former New Reality executive who died 2 years prior, Alex learns that the only possible means to confront this New World Order is to defeat a long-forgotten enemy almost 2500 years old.
THE HIDDEN REALITY is the second stand-alone novel in a trilogy starring Alex Pella, created by New Jersey-based neurologist and entrepreneur Stephen Martino. With his fusion of history, politics, and science
fiction, Martino joins such masters of the thriller genre as Dan Brown, James Rollins, and Michael Crichton.
Martino’s villain is a corporation run by a cadre of ruthless international bankers known as The New Reality. Directed by the most corrupt and morally unscrupulous of the bunch, Myra Keres, the company has economically seized control of the world’s governments and the population’s personal freedoms in the process. In order to save humanity from this despot ruler and the unwonted atrocities to which she plans to perpetuate on the world, Alex Pella must infiltrate the company and face an enemy that has unknowingly haunted both him and history for almost 2500 years.
Martino says he wrote THE HIDDEN REALITY more than just to entertain the reader. He wanted to create a modern day Orwellian ANIMAL FARM to allegorically forewarn his readers of a possible dystopia future that awaits all of mankind if humanity continues to proceed down its path of self-destruction.
In THE HIDDEN REALITY, Martino has included such hot-button contemporary topics as genetic cloning, unprecedented economic debt, the rise of big government, and the threat of a New World Order run by the
economic elite, while bringing the reader back almost 2500 years into the past when the ancient city state nation known as Greece fought the mighty Persian Empire for world domination.
All of these elements, Martino maintains, separate his book from the pack. He calls THE HIDDEN REALITY “issue-oriented fiction. There are real concerns facing society today that threaten both the sovereignty and prosperity
of our future generations. Though fictional, my novel addresses some of these issues and predicts the potential consequences we face as a nation and the world if they are not properly addressed today.”

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October 11, 1786 Landsbut, Bavaria
whistling wind and the patter of raindrops hitting the roof ordinarily proved
more comforting to Xavier von Zweck than the most angelic lullaby. On this
night, the grandfather clock had just chimed 2:00 a.m., and Xavier could barely
close his eyes, let alone fall asleep.
Insomnia was no friend of his
but had become an accustomed bedtime partner over the past year. Though the
night was unusually warm and muggy for a Bavarian October, Xavier pulled
another quilted blanket over his body, covering himself as if he were trying to
make a cocoon.
“Xavier?” his wife mumbled,
half asleep. “You’d rest better with the lamp off.”
“Mind your own business,” he
quipped. Not wanting to start another argument, his wife simply turned away and
drifted slowly back to sleep as if nothing had occurred. She had become
accustomed to her husband’s quick fits of temper and erratic behavior. The man
she married in her late teens was certainly not the man she had grown to know
over the past year. His gentle, caring demeanor had been transformed into one
of paranoia and fear. Though she cared for him dearly, their relationship
dwindled as quickly as Xavier’s sanity.
If she only knew, Xavier
thought. She would not be sleeping so soundly.
He double-checked his bedside
table drawer for the tenth time that night to ensure that his gun was in the
proper place. He had loaded the flintlock pistol and stowed it there in case of
any emergency. Assured the gun was where he stored it, Xavier rolled on his
back and looked blankly up at the ceiling. It was such a noble and just cause,
he lamented. The enlightenment we would have brought to Bavaria, if not the
world, would have made the Renaissance pale in comparison. Now they hunt us
down like a pack of dogs, wanting to rid their country of any contrary thoughts
or points of view. The government and church are nothing more than instruments
of suppression that hinder man’s true nature to achieve enlightenment and
pursue humanitarianism.
Xavier startled as the front
door rattled.
Was it just the wind?
He lifted his head, trying not
to make a sound. His breathing became shallow while his pulse raced. He could
feel his heart pound and temples throb. He listened intently, hoping it was
just the storm. Seconds passed like hours. Every raindrop sounded like raging
bulls charging through his home. In his heightened awareness, the wind seemed
to grow to hurricane proportions. His head darted to the bedroom window as a
windblown tree branch only gently scraped across it.
They found me, he trembled.
Just as they did all of the other brothers of the order! Baron Kruigge-Philo,
Baron Bassus, Ferdinand Brunswick. All taken. Never seen or heard of again.
He looked at the window,
expecting soldiers to come barging through it.
Xavier slowly began to ease
himself back down to bed after a few terrifying moments.
 False alarm.
Just as he was about to
breathe relief, the door rattled once again. This time the sound was
unmistakable. This was not the storm or some wayward tree branch. Someone was
out outside trying to get in.
Wearing only his white-laced
nightshirt, Xavier sprang to his feet. Grabbing the fluted lantern from the
night table by the base with his right hand and the pistol with the left, he
dashed over to the top of the stairs. From that vantage point he had a clear
view of the front door. Illuminated by ornate lanterns on both sides and
burning candles in the hallway, the door was clearly visible in this moonless
Xavier pointed the pistol down
the stairs, waiting for any unwanted visitors to enter his home. Though the
ivory and gold festooned weapon was an inaccurate shot, at close quarters it
should prove accurate enough to stop an intruder.
 The door rattled once again, and the person
outside accompanied the rattling with seven distinct knocks. There were two doublets
and one triplet all separated by a short interval. Could it be? Xavier
hesitantly descended the steps, keeping his pistol pointing at the door. The
knock was unmistakable. It was the secret cadence required to gain access to
the order’s clandestine meetings.
Was it one of his brothers or
was this just some sort of rouse the police were using for him to open the
“Cato,” a muffled voice said
from behind the door.
Stunned, Xavier stood
motionless after he descended the last step on the stairs.
“Cato. Open up,” the muffled
voice beckoned once again.
This was no rouse or trick.
Only a high-ranking brother in the order would know his code name. After a
brief moment of disbelief, Xavier placed the pistol in his nightshirt pocket
and scurried over to unlatch the lock on the door.
Which of my brothers could it
be? There are so few of us left.
He slowly opened the door,
peering around the corner just in case this visitor was accompanied by other
unwelcome guests. The man was alone and drenched from head to toe. His large
brimmed top hat concealed his face, making him unrecognizable.
“Cato,” the man asked in a
raspy voice, “May I come in?”
“Yes. Yes,” Xavier finally
answered, still not able to recognize the man’s identity or even his voice.
“Where are my manners, good sir? Please come in brother.”
As the man walked into the
house, Xavier immediately shut the door and fastened the lock behind him.
Though the man was a brother, he needed to secure the house in case he had been
“Let me take your hat,” Xavier
quickly offered.
Obliging his request, the man
handed the soggy hat to his host. Water trickled down from it onto the hardwood
floor as Xavier placed it on a coat hook standing next to the door.
Though the man before him was
about twenty pounds lighter, and drenched from his balding head down to his
long blue-buttoned overcoat. Xavier immediately recognized the man’s
identity—Adam Weishaupt. With a slight double chin, cherub-like cheeks and a
dubious smile, he was thought to have been put to death after Duke Karl Theodor
outlawed their order. But the former leader of their order was obviously still
alive and now standing here in his hallway.
“Cato,” Spartacus immediately
responded in a rushed and rasped tone. “There is little time. Do you still have
“Yes,” Xavier responded, still
in disbelief that his brother from the order was still alive. “I kept
everything hidden just like you requested.” Before he could say anything else,
he grabbed Spartacus’s wet shoulders and asked, “How are you old friend? I was
certain Duke Theodor had your head after he disbanded the order.”
Spartacus had little time for
pleasantries. “Please, Cato. You must quickly bring me everything from the
order. A new wave of reasoning is about to ignite in Europe starting in France,
and I must be there to foster the initial spark.”
Xavier patted him on the
shoulders and smiled in delight. “There’s no rush. Come and change into
something dry. Have a cup of tea. The storm should break soon, and I will ready
you fresh supplies for your journey ahead.”
“I may have been followed,”
Spartacus quickly responded.
Xavier’s delight quickly
soured at the revelation, though he knew the good of the order and its message
meant more than his anonymity or even his own life.
“Yes. Follow me,” Xavier
responded, quickly escorting his friend over to a wooden chest in an adjacent
room. Though he had so many questions to ask, he understood he would have to
wait for answers.
The room was dark and lit only
by two candles almost completely melted to their base. With his lantern held in
front of him, Xavier scurried over to the wooden chest and grabbed one of the
brass handles along its side. Spartacus grabbed the other, and with little
effort the two moved the chest to the side, revealing a small trap door
Xavier lifted the door by a
small latch attached to it and brought his lantern closer so they could both
get a better look. In the dim light provided by the lantern, Spartacus could
just make out its contents.
Two large books, each with the
order’s distinctive symbol imprinted on their cover, lay atop a beautifully
ornate silver shield. Though the details of the shield’s artwork were lost in
the darkness, the symbols certainly were not: an all-seeing eye surrounded by a
The symbol was none other than
that of the Order of the Illuminati.
A loud hammering on the front
door caught them both by surprise.
Xavier almost dropped his
lantern as he jumped back, nearly stumbling in response.
Clamoring from the back door
in the rear of the house now accompanied the noise echoing from the front.
 “Adam Weishaupt,” a voice bellowed from
outside as the incessant banging on the doors continued. “Open up!”
Xavier quickly put down the
lantern and wrapped the shield and two books in the linen on which they were
lying. “I must get you out of here.”
Taking the linen package, he
opened up the chest and grabbed a large leather satchel especially made for
these items. Xavier looked at Spartacus while placing the linen package in the
pouch. “You must leave now.”
Before he could say anything
further, Spartacus interrupted. “Is this everything?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is this everything?” he
reiterated over the clamoring noise.
With each new bang, the doors
sounded as if they were going to collapse under the intense battering.
“Adam Weishaupt,” another
voice from the rear of the house began to yell.
Time was dwindling. It would
only be a few moments now before one of the doors would succumb to the beating.
Complicating the commotion,
Xavier’s wife came running down the stairs. Carrying a lantern and wearing her
nightshirt and cap, she asked, horrified by the commotion, “Who are these
people, Xavier? And what do they want?”
“Go back up upstairs,” Xavier
responded pointing back towards their bedroom.
Another strong pound came from
the front door as its hinges began to give way.
Xavier’s wife stood in the
hallway, motionless, looking at her husband and then the door, not knowing what
to do.
“Go upstairs,” Xavier insisted
with more emphasis.
“Is this everything?”
Spartacus emphatically interrupted, taking the leather pouch.
The hinges on the front door
continued to loosen and with each new thump the door opened just a small
fraction more. Xavier’s wife began to cry and shiver under the stress. Though
her husband cared for her dearly, he understood that the order’s cause meant
more than even her safety.
He turned to Spartacus, “I
have some other papers hidden in the kitchen. Come with me.”
 “Who are these people?” Xavier’s wife cried
“We are here under the direct
orders of Duke Theodor,” a voice from behind the front door insisted, the
clamoring momentarily stopped. “Adam Weishaupt, come out.”
Xavier’s wife quickly went
over to the door and began to fumble with the lock. She respected the
authorities and certainly wanted no trouble with the Duke. Whoever her husband
was harboring at this moment needed to leave.
“No!” shouted Xavier as he
turned in disbelief to see his wife begin to unlatch the door.
He attempted to stop her but
Spartacus grabbed him by the shoulder. “The other papers,” Spartacus shouted.
“I must have the other papers!”
“But—” Xavier was cut off as
Spartacus shoved him towards the kitchen.
The door to the rear of the
house smashed open, leaving pieces of wooden shards all over the floor.
Soldiers in long blue overcoats carrying bayonet rifles in their hands came
barging through and into the storage room. The room was cluttered, wet from the
storm, and blanketed in total darkness, which proved to be Xavier’s best
One of the soldiers began to
shout in agony as his companion accidentally bayoneted his leg upon tripping.
“Move it,” a boisterous voice
from the rear urged, grabbing the fallen soldiers and attempting to bring them
to their feet on the slippery floor.
“Take this,” Xavier insisted,
removing the pistol out from his nightshirt pocket. “It will provide only one
shot. Make it count.”
Spartacus took the weapon but
again insisted, “What about the other papers?”
“There is no time,” Xavier
responded, “Go down…”
“Where is he?” a voice echoed
from the hallway. “Where are you hiding Adam Weishaupt?”
A weak voice responded, “Some
man just took my husband into the kitchen.”
“I have a horse ready just
outside the wine cellar, in a stall I placed there in case of an emergency.”
Xavier continued as he began to perspire under the stress. “There are two days’
worth of supplies and some money strapped to the saddle.”
“But the papers,” Spartacus
insisted. “They must not fall into anyone else’s hands.”
Two soldiers suddenly appeared
next to the kitchen. “We found him!” one of them yelled.
Xavier quickly handed his
friend the lantern and rushed over to the soldiers, hoping to use his body as a
shield and give his friend an extra second to escape. “Go now!” he insisted.
Spartacus took the lantern and
immediately smashed it against the kitchen table covered in fine linen as
Xavier ran over to the soldiers with his arms spread, hoping to block their
pursuit. Flaming oil from the lamp spewed out upon the table and onto the walls
upon impact, catching them on fire.
Xavier looked back in horror
as his house was consumed by flames, while his friend, still holding the base
of the lantern, slowly backed away towards the wine cellar.
What’s he doing?
Spartacus knew there was no
other option. If the remaining Illuminati papers in the house somehow became
public, it could compromise the entire movement. France would remain under its
tyrannical rule from the king; all of Europe would remain masked in darkness.
The soldiers began to push
past Xavier as he stood motionless. He had grown up in this home, and was the
fourth generation of Zwecks to live there. All his belongings and generations
worth of memories were turning to ash.
The soldiers stopped their
pursuit as Spartacus pulled out the pistol Xavier had given him from his
pocket. Taking close aim, he fired. A puff of black smoke momentarily obscured
his vision. The bullet directly hit its mark, piercing the man’s heart and
sending him tumbling backwards.
Mortally wounded, Xavier fell
towards the soldiers who did nothing to stop him from falling on the hard
wooden floors. Xavier struck the ground as blood poured from his chest. Letting
out a single grunt, he lost consciousness before he could understand what had
just transpired.
Spartacus ran down into the
wine cellar. The reflection from the burning fire in the kitchen gave him just
enough light for him to see his way back towards a set of steps in the back of
the room. Though he had just murdered a close friend and brother of the order,
he had no time to lament or second guess his actions. The importance of the
Illuminati movement far outweighed the significance of one man’s life or
worldly possessions—Xavier’s death was for the greater good of all mankind.
The soldiers followed
Spartacus in quick pursuit. With their bayonets pointed forward, they ran
through the fire-lit kitchen and towards the stairs.
Spartacus heard the soldiers
in pursuit; they were closing in on him. Pushing up on a door at the top of the
steps, he ascended into a covered barn with an already saddled horse seemingly
awaiting his arrival.
A few already burning lanterns
in the stall provided just enough illumination for him to see. He then quickly
unlatched the barn’s only door and mounted the horse. A bluster of wind blew
the door open just as Spartacus began to ride towards it.
Seeing their target attempting
to ride away, one of the soldier’s took aim with his rifle before he ascended
the final step of the wine cellar. With only one shot and his fellow companion
still behind him, he knew the bullet needed to count. His orders were to bring
back Adam Weishaupt dead or alive. Dead would work just fine.
The rifle went off with a
black puff of smoke.
The bullet passed through
Spartacus’s dark overcoat, inflicting only a minor flesh wound to his thigh.
Barely noticing the pain, Spartacus put his head down and rode out into the
night. With the shield and two books safely secured, he knew the course of
mankind would be irrevocably changed from this moment forward.

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In the Spotlight: Am I Going To Be Okay? by Debra Whittam




Am I Going To Be Okay? Weathering the Storms of Mental Illness, Addiction and
Author: Debra Whittam
Publisher: Turning Point International
Pages: 253
Genre: Memoir/Women’s Psychology/Applied Psychology
Am I Going To Be Okay? is an American
story with a universal message. Ms. Whittam traces her history in the form of
stories about her all too human, and sometimes unhinged family; she throws a rope
to the little girl living there, and in adulthood, is able to pull her out to
safety, bit by bit.
Her history is peopled with folks from a different
time, a time before therapy was acceptable, 12 steps unimaginable and harsh
words, backhands and even harsher silences can be spun to appear almost normal.
She writes of a mother who would not or could not initiate love nor give it
without condition, and a father, damn near heroic at times, abusive at others,
a survivor with his head down and his sleeves rolled up.
Ms. Whittam approaches her past with the clear-eyed
tough but sensitive objectivity necessary to untangle the shame from the
source. She speaks of the people that affected her life so deeply with an
understanding of their time and place in American culture; a family not far
removed from immigrant roots when men carried their own water, emoted misplaced
anger, and with fresh socks and food found on the trail, were confident,
unflinching and at that same time tragical- ly failing to the little ones they
Like many of us, details notwithstanding, Whittam
responded by numbing, running and gunning. Alcohol gave her hope, soothed a
crushed soul for a time and wrecked her on a train, until finally she had the
courage to accept it wasn’t working for her anymore. It was time to stop
drinking and take inventory and accountability. It was time to accept, forgive
and move forward. She healed where she was broken.
It is in the telling of this story that Whittam
teaches us the difference between just surviving and surviving well, the
importance of shared introspection and a careful eye on the wake we leave
behind in our actions. Her story is a guide to surviving abuse and addiction.
It is also about witnessing and dealing with the shrinking faculties of aging
parents in the unavoidable circle of life. Finally, she offers a realistic
sense of hope, forgiveness and a life we can shake hands with. 

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    Weathering the Storms of Mental Illness, Addiction and Grief is available
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    Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

Book Excerpt:

In my therapist’s office, during my first year of
recovery from alcoholism, I saw one of her graduate school psychology books on
her bookshelf. It was sitting alongside many of her self-help books which I had
borrowed during the past year. I read several hoping to find a cure from my
irrepressible anxiety that I had previously drunk away. I imagined the wordy
text was far from my ability to comprehend as I was at that time only able to
retain small bits of information. I asked my therapist if I could borrow that
college text titled “Human Growth and Development.” I read it from cover to
cover within a short amount of time and surprisingly, was able to digest and
retain it. I had to quit doubting my ability. Being hard on myself was no
longer the answer. I wanted more.
That following summer I enrolled in a graduate course
of the same name. I wanted to see if I could retain enough material to pass a
higher level learning class. I loved it and I got an A.
No longer living in a world governed by my need to
numb myself through copious amounts of alcohol, I started doing what I wanted
to do with my life. Encountering the self-doubt I had always carried within me
became the guidepost by which I continued to prove my “what ifs” unnecessary in

order to keep myself safe.

My intention in writing this book is to reach out to
all who struggle with being frozen in fear of “what if.” This book may trigger
emotions that have been shoved down so far they might not have a clear story to
them yet. It might trigger memories of resentments, regrets or painful unhealed
episodes of your life. These moments may have happened long, long ago or may
have been more recent. We go back into the past to find answers. The idea is
not to stay there long, but to find healing through understanding the ‘why’ of
it. Then begin our process of learning to self-sooth and love ourselves.
Nothing is going to happen that you can’t handle. Nothing.
Isolated within my world of fear, I wouldn’t attempt
anything outside of that small world. I had no foundation to stand on as a
spring-board toward finding out who I really was, so I joined a 12-Step group.
The beauty of being in a community of recovery, from whatever we might be
working on, brings connection. at is what I needed so badly.
I hope, within these pages, you are able to find a spark
that ignites your longing for more. I urge you to find your own path of being
okay by whatever non-mood altering way that makes sense to you; even, or
especially, if it is unfamiliar to you. In writing this book, I intended to
show how we can all go through our fears and do “it” anyway, whatever “it” is.
Letting go of fear suggests we “just breathe” and be
ourselves. Thee “how” of being okay is within these pages and within yourself.
Stop listening to the repeated echoes of old messages in your head, messages
like “You’ve done it again,” “You aren’t good enough,” “You should just give
up.” These messages cause you to doubt yourself. Instead, listen to the other
voice inside which says, “You can do this,” “There is a way.” Don’t ignore it.
Don’t push it away. Don’t argue with it. That voice is there, even if you can’t
hear it and I am here to help you find it. I look forward to hearing you say,
“I AM going to be okay.”
About the Author
Debra Whittam is a licensed, practicing mental health
therapist in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
who specializes in addiction, anxiety and depression, grief and loss. Whittam
is passionate about her work in all areas of her specialties, especially
addiction. Working in a detox unit for over three years before beginning her
own private practice, Whittam realized, while counseling patients in the life
and death arena of the detox unit, how much the loss of a beloved through death
or a relationship impacted those struggling with addiction.
In this memoir, Whittam skillfully infuses her
memories, stories and professional insights to remind us that the most
important relationship we will ever have is with ourselves. She splits her time
between Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New
York and Paris, France.
I Going To Be Okay? Weathering the Storms of Mental Illness, Addiction and
is her first book.
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Book Feature: Girls’ Weekend by Cara Sue Achterberg



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Girls' Weekend
Title: Girls’ Weekend 
Author: Cara Sue Achterberg 
Release Date: May 3, 2016 
Publisher: The Story Plant 
Genre: Women’s Fiction 
Format: Ebook/Paperback

Dani, Meg, and Charlotte have bonded over babies, barbeques, and backyards, but when they escape for a girls’ weekend away, they can’t bring themselves to return to lives that don’t seem to fit anymore.

Harried Dani can’t explain why she feels so discontented until she meets a young gallery owner who inspires her to rediscover the art that once made her happy.

Dependable Meg faces up to a grief that threatens to swallow her whole and confronts a marriage built on expectations.

Flamboyant Charlotte, frustrated with her stagnated life and marriage, pursues a playboy Irish singer and beachside business opportunities.

All three of these women thought they would be different. None of them thought they’d be facing down forty and still wondering when life starts. What they do when they realize where they’re headed is both inspiring and wildly entertaining.

GIRLS’ WEEKEND is a fun, yet poignant romp through the universal search of who we are, why we love, and what makes us happy by an author who is quickly emerging as one of our most incisive storytellers.


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Later, Charlotte and Dani waited on the porch
for Meg. She should have been there hours ago and wasn’t answering her cell
phone. Dani worried she’d never find the house in the dark.
“Maybe she changed her
mind,” said Charlotte.
“I don’t think so. I get
the feeling she had to move heaven and earth to make this happen.”
“I bet Peter’s pissed off.”
“I can just see him. He
might actually have to do some dishes and miss his precious golf game,” said
Charlotte laughed. “He sure
is Mr. Perfect. I wonder if he always was. Didn’t Meg meet him in high school?”
“I bet he was hot back
then. Can you imagine being together so long?”
“No,” said Charlotte before
taking a long drink of her wine. Then she smiled mischievously. “Do you suppose
she’s never slept with anyone else?”
Dani smacked her.
“I mean, seriously, can you
“I think it’s kind of
“That’s not the word I’d
use,” said Charlotte. “Think of all you’d miss out on!”
Dani laughed. “Some of us
more than others!”
“Ouch! But I have no
regrets! How many men have you slept with?” asked Charlotte.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Everyone
does. Unless it’s so many you can’t keep track?” Charlotte poured more wine in
Dani’s glass.
“Let me think.” She took a
sip of wine and started counting on her fingers.
“Five. But really four and
a half,” said Dani.
“How is that possible?”
Dani shrugged. “I was drunk
and I didn’t mean to sleep with the one guy. So I don’t count it because it
didn’t mean anything.”
“Oh my God! I did not
expect that from you Danielle Harper!”
“Oh c’mon! I was young! It
may be hard to believe but I wasn’t always such a model of good behavior!”
“I’d say not!”
An owl hooted in the trees
and they both jumped.
“It’s nice here,” said
Dani. “I’m so glad we did this.”
They sat in companionable
silence for a few minutes, then Charlotte asked, “Do you ever think about what
your life would be like if you’d married one of those other guys you slept
don’t know. Not really. They were just kids. I think one of the reasons I
married Joe is he seemed like a grown up.”
“Are you glad you chose
“Of course,” said Dani,
climbing in the hammock that swung gently in the corner of the porch. “Now this
is nice.”
“Room for me?” asked
Charlotte, climbing in. Dani shrieked as the hammock tipped, but after the
initial dip, it leveled back off again.
“Here,” said Charlotte,
handing her a napkin to wipe the wine that had spilled on her jeans. The
hammock shifted slowly in the slight breeze.
“Why all these questions
about the men not chosen? Aren’t you glad you married Brett?”
Charlotte ran her finger
around the rim of her glass. “Not lately.”
“Really? I thought you two
were happy.”
“We are. I mean, I guess
Brett is, but I wouldn’t know since we never talk.”
“How is that possible?
Especially now with Will away?”
Charlotte shrugged. “I
don’t know. I always feel like I’m the only one doing the talking. He’s usually
willing to go along with my plans, but he never initiates anything—not dates,
not conversations, lately, not even sex.”
Charlotte was quiet. Dani
knew it wasn’t easy for her to admit this. She thought of Charlotte as the
friend who had it made—great husband, perfect son, and a successful business.
Plus, she was always upbeat. To most of the world, Charlotte appeared to have
life on a string. Dani knew it wasn’t as perfect as all that, but she hadn’t
realized there was a problem.
“I wonder sometimes if he
wishes he weren’t married to me.”
“Charlotte! That can’t be
true. Brett loves you,” insisted Dani.
“I think that may be
apparent to everyone but me.” She shook her head and took a drink of her wine.
“I suggested maybe we should have dinner last night, before I left today, and
he didn’t even show up. He called later and said he’d forgotten.”
“Wow,” said Dani. “That
Charlotte nodded. “Here’s
what sucks even more. We haven’t had sex in probably six months.”
“How is that possible? Don’t
you sleep in the same bed?”
“He usually goes to bed
before me. And when I suggest a little action, he always has an excuse. After a
while, the rejection starts to feel personal. Our relationship feels more
platonic these days anyway.”
“Still, he’s a guy. That
doesn’t make any sense. Joe would do it every night if I agreed. The man is
insatiable. I always feel like the party pooper. Any chance Brett’s having an
“I’ve thought of that, but
I don’t think he would. Not because of me, but because of Will. He’d never want
to do anything to disrupt our family. And beyond that, it wouldn’t be in his
character. He always does the right thing. Brett’s a great dad. He’s a fun
guy.” She took the last sip of her wine. “Maybe he’s tired of me.”
“I can’t imagine anyone
getting tired of you, Charlotte. You’re the most exciting person I know.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“And modest, too. That’s
what I love in a friend.”
Charlotte jumped up
quickly, causing the hammock to tip and dump Dani on the floor.
“Hey! What’s that for?”
needed a little excitement. Besides, I’m out of wine.”
When Charlotte returned
with a fresh bottle of wine, Dani was sitting on the steps, picking dead leaves
off the ivy curling around the railing. Charlotte handed her a glass of wine
and a fortune cookie.
“Thanks. Where’s yours?”
“I already ate it.”
“What was your fortune?”
In the end all things will be known,” said Charlotte in a deep, serious tone.
“Huh,” said Dani, pulling
her fortune from the cookie. She squinted in the porch light. “
There are no mistakes, just lessons to be learned.”
“Profound,” said Charlotte,
clinking her glass with Dani’s.
“Look at all those stars,”
said Dani looking up at the dark sky. “It seems like there are more here than
at home.”
“They’re there, we just
can’t see them because of all the light pollution,” said Charlotte. “It’s
getting late, I hope Meg’s really coming.”
“She’ll be here.”
“I was surprised she agreed
to this. I haven’t seen her without the kids since Logan’s death.”
“Maybe she’s afraid to
leave them alone.”

“Yeah, or maybe she’s afraid to be alone.”


Meet the Author:

Cara Sue


Cara Sue Achterberg is a writer and blogger who lives in New Freedom, PA with her family and an embarrassing number of animals. Her first novel, I’m Not Her, was a national bestseller. Cara’s nonfiction book, Live Intentionally, is a guide to the organic life filled with ideas, recipes, and inspiration for living a more intentional life. Cara is a prolific blogger, occasional cowgirl, and busy mom whose essays and articles have been published in numerous anthologies, magazines, and websites. Links to her blogs, news about upcoming publications, and pictures of her foster dogs can be found at



Cover Reveal: The Lady Who Drew Me In by Thomasine Rappold

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Inside the Book:

The Lady Who Drew Me In
Title: The Lady Who Drew Me In
Author: Thomasine Rappold
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Format: Ecopy

Daisy Lansing’s ability to transfer images from people’s thoughts onto paper was a novelty she used to trot out to amuse her friends. But when her “entranced drawing” begins to cause serious trouble for her guardians, she is banished to the country and forced to marry a man twice her age. After the joyless wedding, Daisy is determined to bury forever the strange skill that upended her life. However, she soon finds herself a widow and in dire financial straits. Suddenly, her curse may be her one chance at true independence.

Jackson Gallway’s reputation as a rogue has far surpassed his success as a lawyer. In the wake of yet another scandal, he decides to head west. But before he can escape Misty Lake, Jax makes a promise to find an elusive killer. When he encounters a lovely young artist with an unusual talent that could help him in his search, what he finds is something neither of them can escape . . .

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Meet the Author


A three-time RWA Golden Heart nominee, Thomasine Rappold writes historical romance and historical romance with paranormal elements. She lives with her husband in a small town in upstate New York that inspired her current series. When she’s not spinning tales of passion and angst, she enjoys spending time with her family, fishing on one of the nearby lakes, and basking on the beach in Cape Cod. Thomasine is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Capital Region Romance Writers. Readers can find her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter: @ThomRappold.



Book Feature: The World Weavers by Kelley Grant

The World Weavers


Inside the Book:

The World Weavers
Title: The World Weavers 
Author: Kelley Grant 
Release Date: April 19, 2016 
Publisher: Harper Voyager 
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy 
Format: Ebook/Paperback

It has been a year since Sulis Hasifel fled to the desert, narrowly escaping death at the hands of a vengeful god. The time of the final battle, the final confrontation with the deities of her world, is nearing. Lured by the call of their long-trapped powers, the deities will descend upon the Obsidian Temple, where the Chosen await.

But the war between gods and humans has enveloped the entire land. Sulis’s twin, Kadar, joins forces with the nomadic warrior tribes of the desert. Little by little, the desert armies draw the deities away from their stronghold in the north, towards their doom.

In the face of a battle that will reshape mankind’s destiny and the face of the earth itself, old friendships will be tested and new alliances forged. In this spellbinding denouement to Desert Rising and The Obsidian Temple, Kelley Grant brings her epic trilogy to a thunderous and powerful conclusion.


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Meet the Author:

Kelley Grant grew up in the hills of Ohio’s Amish country. Her best friends were the books she read, stories she created and the forest and fields that inspired her. She and her husband live on a wooded hilltop and are owned by five cats, a dog and numerous uninvited critters. Besides writing, Kelley teaches yoga and meditation, sings kirtan with her husband, and designs brochures and media.

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Book Feature: The Pitchfork of Destiny by Jack Heckel

The Pitchfork of Destiny


Inside the Book:

The Pitchfork of Destiny
Title: The Pitchfork of Destiny 
Author: Jack Heckel 
Release Date: May 17, 2016 
Publisher: Harper Voyager 
Genre: Mythology 
Format: Ebook/Paperback

Life in the Kingdom of Royaume has been happily ever for King William Pickett and his fiancee, Lady Rapunzel. But when Volthraxus, the Great Dragon of the North, returns looking for the love of his life, the Great Wyrm of the South, it becomes clear that some fairy tales never end.

After Volthraxus discovers his love was slain by the newly crowned king, he seeks his revenge by kidnapping Rapunzel. Once again, Will teams up with Edward Charming, the only man in all the kingdom with the skill, ego, and dashing good looks to fight a dragon. Our heroes fates depend on finding a weapon re-forged in dragon blood the Pitchfork of Destiny.

But as the two set off after the dragon, Charming s bride, Lady Elizabeth, falls into the clutches of a mysterious sorcerer known as the Dracomancer, who has his own plans for Royaume.”

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Meet the Author:

Jack Heckel’s life is an open book, actually, the book you are in all hope holding right now (and if you are not holding it, he would like to tell you it can be purchased from any of your finest purveyors of the written word). Beyond that, Jack aspires to be either a witty, urbane, world-traveller who lives on his vintage yacht, The Clever Double Entendre, or a geographically illiterate professor of literature who spends his non-writing time restoring an 18th century lighthouse off a remote part of the Vermont coastline. Whatever you want to believe of him, he is without doubt the author of the premier volume of the Charming novels, Once Upon a Rhyme. So, no matter what rumors you might hear about Jack, particularly those spread by either litigious dwarves or litigious dwarfs, ignore them, because he is currently working on a sequel. Because more than anything, Jack lives for his readers.

Despite whatever Jack may claim, in reality, Jack Heckel is the pen name for John Peck and Harry Heckel.



Cover Reveal: Veiled in Blue by Lynne Connolly


Inside the Book:

Title: Veiled in Blue
Author: Lynne Connolly
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: Romance
Format: Ecopy


It is up to the Emperors of London to protect the throne—without risking their hearts…

Governess Eve Merton would have fallen into serious trouble on her walk home if a handsome stranger had not stopped to help her. But when Mr. Vernon gives her a lift on his horse, he makes no secret of his attraction. As a well brought-up young lady, Eve does her best not to notice, but when he sets about courting her, she knows she’s in trouble. For she has a secret: she is the daughter of a deposed king, which means not only is she without a dowry, but also that her life is in danger…

 Little does Eve know that Mr. Vernon has secrets of his own. In truth, his name is Julius, Lord Winterton, and he’s well aware that Eve is the offspring of the Old Pretender. In order to save his sister, he must convince Eve to wed—though he wants nothing to do with love. But as the two grow closer and an attempt is made on Eve’s life, Julius may realize that fighting his heart’s true desire is a battle most pleasurably surrendered…

“Lynne Connolly writes Georgian romances with a deft touch. Her characters amuse, entertain and reach into your heart.” Desiree Holt 

“Plots, deviousness and passion galore…a truly enjoyable read.” –Fresh Fiction on Temptation Has Green Eyes

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Meet the Author

I write sensuous historical romance as Lynne Connolly, and contemporary and paranormal romance as L.M. Connolly  

 I was born in Leicester, England, and lived in our cobbler’s shop with my parents and sister. It was an old house and most definitely haunted, but I didn’t find out until I left that my great uncle had hung himself in the living room! But I think our ghost might have been older than that. It was built on the site of the old Roman cemetery, and the land had been constantly inhabited, being in the centre of town. Then, when the council bought the house from us to build a road, my grandfather retired and my father went and worked for the Post Office. My mother was a sample machinist; that is, she worked with designers on the prototypes (models or samples) of garments. So I was very well dressed! We bought a relatively modern house in the country, and my mother was blissfully happy. It’s all very well living in a large old house, but it’s a dreadful task to keep it clean and warm!  

My mother’s side of the family are Romany gypsies, although sadly we haven’t any of the old trailers that are so astonishingly beautiful. I was taught to read the Tarot cards, and I usually use two packs; the Rider pack for simple readings and the Crowley Thoth pack for the complex stuff.
I’ve always had an interest in the paranormal and it’s been a delight to be able to put some of this into my novels.

My other huge interest is the historical. I love all periods of history, but my favorites are the Tudor and Georgian eras. I research and research, because I love it. I will travel miles to see a new variation on the Palladian mansion! I am fascinated in finding out how people lived then, and creating a credible story with people who lived in past ages.   


Book Feature: The Adventures of Archibald and Jockabeb Series by Art Collins



Inside the Book:


 In the Forest 
Author: Art Collins 
Release Date: October 1, 2015 
Publisher: A&J Publishing 
Genre: YA Fiction 
Format: Ebook

When two young brothers, Archibald and Jockabeb, find and old leather map hidden in the forest just beyond their backyard, they can’t help but sneak out one night to follow its path. So begins the first of the boys’ amazing adventures. After a terrifying encounter with supernatural creatures, the boys meet a young Indian brave, Haktu, who shares with them the tragic story of how he was separated from his tribe and placed under an evil spell. The saga leads the two boys into Haktu’s secret world behind the forest mist, the power of the blue feather, and teaches them the importance of friendship and loyalty in the face of untold evil.

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Inside the Book:

 Title: In the Mountains 
Author: Art Collins 
Release Date: October 1, 2015 
Publisher: A&J Publishing 
Genre: YA Fiction 
Format: Ebook


In the first book, the two brothers meet Haktu, the young Indian brave who was trapped inside the body of an underwater dragon, and then find his lost pony, Uno, deep within a mysterious forest. After the boys narrowly escape several vicious attacks from evil wolf-crows, they receive a magic blue feather from Haktu as he bids them his final farewell. Book Two begins with Archibald and Jockabeb flying to a secluded summer camp perched high in a rugged mountain range far from home. The fact that they are the only two campers to show up at Camp Bear Claw that summer is just the first of many surprises — incredible surprises that test the protective power of their magic blue feather in completely unexpected ways. On their way to a final face-to-face showdown with a deadly creature that possesses supernatural strength, the young boys meet several unforgettable characters who end up changing their lives forever. If you liked In the Forest, hold onto your hat as you read its sequel!
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Inside the Book:

 Title: In the Amazon 
Author: Art Collins 
Release Date: November 10, 2015 
Publisher: A&J Publishing 
Genre: YA Fiction 
Format: Ebook


In the first two books, Archibald and Jockabeb make a number of wonderful friends while battling unearthly foes that possess supernatural powers. In a dark forest close to home, they escape almost certain death with the aid of a young Indian brave, Haktu, and his pony, Uno. Later, in a distant mountain range, they come to know the kindness of Gran, Ben, Tommy Two Feathers, and their four-legged companions, Champ and Ghost Rider. Stalked relentlessly by the blood-thirsty wolf-crows in the forest, and then by the cunning devil cat in the mountains, the two brothers manage to barely escape with their lives. However, when they accept their uncle’s invitation to visit him in Brazil, little do they know that their most terrifying adventure is about to unfold — an amazing adventure that will again test the magical power of Haktu’s blue feather. So, as you prepare to read In the Amazon, get ready for an unforgettable journey into the dark recesses that lie between the crevices of reality and fantasy!
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Inside the Book:

 Title: In the Desert 
Author: Art Collins 
Release Date: April 2015 
Publisher: A&J Publishing 
Genre: YA Fiction 
Format: Ebook

In the first two books, Archibald and Jockabeb make a number of wonderful friends while battling unearthly foes that possess supernatural powers. In a dark forest close to home, they escape almost certain death with the aid of a young Indian brave, Haktu, and his pony, Uno. Later, in a distant mountain range, they come to know the kindness of Gran, Ben, Tommy Two Feathers, and their four-legged companions, Champ and Ghost Rider. Stalked relentlessly by the blood-thirsty wolf-crows in the forest, and then by the cunning devil cat in the mountains, the two brothers manage to barely escape with their lives. However, when they accept their uncle’s invitation to visit him in Brazil, little do they know that their most terrifying adventure is about to unfold — an amazing adventure that will again test the magical power of Haktu’s blue feather. So, as you prepare to read In the Amazon, get ready for an unforgettable journey into the dark recesses that lie between the crevices of reality and fantasy!

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Inside the Book:

 Title: In the Caribbean 
Author: Art Collins 
Release Date: April 2015 
Publisher: A&J Publishing 
Genre: YA Fiction 
Format: Ebook


The fifth book in The Adventures of Archibald and Jockabeb series picks up right where the fourth book left off. With many questions about what really happened in the Sonoran Desert still unanswered, Archibald and Jockabeb’s family head to the island of Jamaica for spring vacation. What begins as an idyllic stay at a secluded beachfront inn soon takes a turn for the worse when the boys and the inn’s proprietor, Salty, charter a fishing boat for the day. The captain of the boat is none other than Tommy Nat, Mr. Natonto’s estranged son. The violent storm that follows turns out to be only the first of many unexpected events that quickly propel the two brothers toward an unexpected showdown on another Caribbean island. The elusive Tommy Nat, a mysterious island doctor, a giant Haitian named Maurice, and unseen zombies all combine to set the stage for another classic clash between the forces of good and evil. While the final confrontation that unfolds inside a deserted cafe ultimately provides answers to the remaining mysteries of Lizard Flats, it also places the boys in untold danger. The book contains a number of interesting facts about the Caribbean, its culture and religion, and a bit of the occult. As in past books, the reader observes firsthand how Archibald and Jockabeb grow as brothers and young teens, all the while learning the true meaning of friendship.”
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Inside the Book:

Title: In the Big City 
Author: Art Collins 
Release Date: April 2015 
Publisher: A&J Publishing 
Genre: YA Fiction 
Format: Ebook


The sixth book in The Adventures of Archibald and Jockabeb series finds the two brothers and their younger sister travelling to New York City to spend a long weekend with their aunt. After finishing a wonderful dinner at Sardi’s the first night, the boys become separated from Tess and Aunt Claire in nearby Times Square. Events quickly take a menacing turn when a mysterious person from the past suddenly appears with two henchmen in tow. Frantically trying to escape, Archibald has no idea what he’ll find when he leads Jockabeb down the stairs into a nearby subway station-and what the boys do find launches one their strangest and most electrifying adventures to date. A beautiful young girl named Willow, a one-armed man called Meatloaf, and a dangerous gang leader who goes by the name of Shabazz are just a few of the characters who the boys meet in the abandoned subway tunnels far below the streets of Manhattan. As Archibald and Jockabeb try to make their way safely back to Aunt Claire, they only move closer to a final confrontation with their pursuers, both human and non-human alike. The reader will learn interesting facts about America’s largest city while once again watching the teenage brothers’ personalities evolve. As in all the previous books, the forces of good and evil are pitted against one another-this time, above and below the streets of “The Big Apple!”
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Meet the Author:

When Art Collins retired as a highly successful chairman and CEO of a Fortune 500 company, he didn’t write the book on leadership that many had expected. Instead, he decided that penning adventure stories that could be enjoyed by young and old would be far more interesting, not to mention much more fun. Borrowing two characters, Archibald and Jockabeb, from tales told by his father many years before, and drawing upon his own rich imagination, Art introduces the two young brothers to an incredible cast of characters—some human, some otherworldly—in locations that range from the mysterious forest behind the boys’ house to the lush and exotic Amazon. The nine book series reflects his love of the mountains and ocean, as well as his extensive travels that have taken him to every continent except Antarctica. Art currently divides his time between Chicago and the Vail Valley in Colorado. 

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