IN LOVING MEMORY & TRIBUTE TO KATHRYN C. TREAT

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Kathryn C. Treat passed away on Sunday, December 21, 2014 @ 2:20 am (California time). On Friday, Dec. 19, after having a wonderful time at the Rave Reviews Book Club’s virtual Christmas party, in a virtual chat room with her fellow RRBC VIP Lounge members, Kathryn informed that she was not feeling well and that she was going to leave. Shortly thereafter, she suffered a hemorrhagic stroke and then lapsed into a coma.

Kathryn was an honorary board member of the Rave Reviews Book Club, where she served as Membership Director from Dec. 2013, until September, 2014. Kathryn is the author of “ALLERGIC TO LIFE: MY BATTLE FOR SURVIVAL, COURAGE AND HOPE” . She inspired and encouraged many with this book so if you have not had the pleasure of reading it, please head to Amazon and get your copy.

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Kathryn was a dedicated member of RRBC until her passing and she was one of the most supportive members the club had…not just to one, but to all. Kathryn leaves to mourn her husband, her mother, her two daughters, a son-in-law and two grand-kids (who she adored more than life), as well as her entire RRBC family.

Let us remember Kathryn and honor her memory by always being kind to one another and by always offering our support to another. It’s what she did. It’s how she lived. It’s who she was. In honor, many blogs across the world are memorializing Kathryn today with the same post that you see here. If Kathryn touched your life in anyway, please share your memories and comments below. As everyone who knew Kathryn may not yet know of her home-going, we ask that you also share this page on all your social media forums.

We have erected a memorial page on the Rave Reviews Book Club site that will remain. Please stop by to leave your comments and memories of Kathryn as well, so that her family will get a sense of just how loved she was by many. There you will also find more information on Kathryn and how RRBC has planned to continually honor her in other ways.

THANK YOU!

WELCOME LIZ GAVIN!!

Please give a big welcome to Liz Gavin who is gracing my blog today! Don’t forget to pick up a copy of her book, Luck of the Irish.

A review from Amazon:
“What a great story this is. The struggles, passions and undying love that was bouncing off of the pages. This is a page turner. I loved all of the twists and turns that came up with these star-crossed lovers. In the beginning, Keira presents herself as a whiny, immature young girl. Towards the end she emerges this strong and powerful woman. Declan is a boy with no direction and never knows what he is going to do next. He too rises to the occasion and becomes the male counterpart to Keira’s Hero persona. In the end, as always, love concurs all.” Robyn

 

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Author Bio:
When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade – just a couple of years ago, really – her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.
Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class.
Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on – from the classics to erotica. That’s how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well.
As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country.
Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you’ll get the picture.

 

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Book & Contact Links:
Book link on Amazon = http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MS48JO0
My blog = elessarpublishing.blogspot.com
Twitter handle = @LizGavin_author
Facebook = http://www.facebook.com/liz.gavin.54
Email = lizgavin@elessarbooks.com

Blog Tour Links:
Goodreads Event Page – https://www.goodreads.com/event/show/950886-luck-of-the-irish-tour
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Welcome Aoife Marie Sheridan!

TAKEN FROM HUNTERS – CHAPTER EIGHT – DEMON TRAP (ABIGAIL)

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 It took us nearly an hour to locate Stacey’s house. Her memory wasn’t great and it took four estates before we found hers.
“This is it!” she said, and her enthusiasm died as I made my way to the door. She fidgeted with her hands, nervous now. Her fingers brushed through her golden hair and that’s when her wounds became visible to me; I watched as Stacey put the pieces of her death together, like all spirits who bring to memory their deaths, her wounds began to resurface. She was remembering what happened, I tried not to look away as the transformation began, half of her skull was bashed in and blood started to taint her hair and clothes. I looked away as my stomach heaved, I couldn’t watch anymore.
“Do I look okay?” she asked.
I swallowed and gave her a smile. “You look great.” No point in telling her that she looked like something from a horror movie.
The door opened, and before I could say hello, Stacey started mumbling, “Mum.” But the women looked at me… waiting, not hearing her daughter.
“Mrs. Moore, do you have a moment, please?” She looked at me, unsure. I really should have changed. “I’m a friend of Stacey’s,” I said.
The woman opened the door and her eyes filled with sorrow, “Come in, dear.”
I crossed the threshold and Stacey followed, her movements becoming stiff.
Something felt off, really wrong. Maybe it was Stacey being home. I sat down on a worn brown settee, my body not settling.
Mrs. Moore sat across from me, her hands knotted together “How did you say you knew my daughter?” she asked while looking around nervously, as if she could feel the shift in the atmosphere.
I looked at Stacey, but she was unsettled. Her body was phasing in and out and alarm was on her face.
“What was your name?” Mrs. Moore’s voice came through my cloud of thought.
I looked at her weary face now. “Abigail,” I answered as I looked back at Stacey, who was almost invisible now.
Something was really wrong here. Bad vibes hit me in waves, and my stomach knotted.
“Is there anyone else here?” I asked.
Mrs. Moore stood, looking alarmed. “I think it’s best if you leave.”
I stood too, with no intentions of leaving. I looked around the small sitting room. Photos of the family adorned the wall, three blonde girls, Mrs. Moore, who looked healthy and happy, and a tall man with a deep set of blue eyes and the blond hair that he had given to his two beautiful daughters. Stacey was smiling in the photo, wearing a snow white summer dress, the same one she had appeared to me in.
“When was this photo taken?” I asked.
“Five years ago. Now, I think it’s best if you leave!” she said, looking afraid for the first time. Stacey’s outline started to appear.
“What age was Stacey when she died?”
Mrs. Moore looked about ready to bolt from the room, but I grabbed her arm. “She was fifteen. It was an accident,” she said as her eyes filled with tears.
“You lied to me!” I said to Stacey as she hovered at the door.
“Just like you lied to your friend.” Something sinister crossed her face.
“Oh no, I’m sorry. Please, don’t let her hurt me!” Mrs. Moore was on her knees, with her hands in a praying gesture.
The woman’s eyes were pleading, terrified as her eyes went to the area that Stacey now vacated. The light bulb overhead started to glow brightly and smashed into a million pieces, raining down on us. I covered my head as small bits pierced my skin. I hated when they did that.
“Where are you?” Stacey roared and the photos on the wall started to shake, leaping from the wall before crashing to the ground. Her outline glowered an ugly red as her anger grew. She would take down the whole house.
“Mammy!” The scream of a terrified young girl came from upstairs. I met Stacey’s eyes as she disappeared through the ceiling and the girl’s screams became blood curling. I raced up the stairs as ornaments and pictures were flung in every direction.
I dodged as much as I could, but still got hit all the same. When I opened the door that the screams were coming from, Stacey had turned into something ugly. Her outline now black as blood dripped from her. The young girl’s room was smashed to pieces. The only piece of furniture still in place was the bed where the little girl sat on, her knees drawn up to her chest as she tried to protect herself. The bed levitated off the floor. I could hear her mother’s soft whispers of prayer as she stayed downstairs. Maybe fear kept her rooted, or she believed that God would intervene. Good luck with that, I thought.
“Stacey Moore, your time ends now in this world” I removed my cross and the bottle of holy water from the inside of my coat, and as I started to splash her with it, the bed hit the floor with a thud and all movement ceased as Stacey turned to me.
Her face became young again. Innocence radiated from her now large green eyes. “He hurt me so bad, who will make him pay? Who will remind them of what they let him got away with? What about me? Does no one care about me?” Her face started to darken again. I needed to keep this spirit calm. A soft glow beside the little girl started to get brighter. Her guardian angel becoming more protective. Stacey laughed. “Where was my angel when he bashed my head in?”
She raced towards me with an angry scream and everything turned dark.
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I opened my eyes but couldn’t see my own hand in front of me. I stood on shaky legs. A whisper brushed the back of my neck. I turned holding out my hands, trying to feel what was behind me, but my hands brushed through air. Laughter came from my right and I moved in that direction, but once again, I could only see darkness. Then a small light moved towards me and Stacey’s face jumped out, making a scream leap from my throat. I took a step back, trying to regain my composure. I hated when they did that. Half of her face was smashed in, the skull sunken from where a large object had bashed it and blood soaked her face and dress.
“I know what you are and I want them to pay!” she said.
Blood had seeped into one of her eyes, making it glow with an angry red hue. The other eye sloped at an odd angle, where the skull was no longer supporting it.
“I’m a demon hunter. I don’t hurt people,” I said as she moved closer. I looked around, but still couldn’t see anything. “Where am I?” I asked as this had never happened before.
“You’re inside my head. I needed you to myself for a moment before he came.” She smiled, cracking the blood that had coated her lips. “I know you can hurt them for me,” she said. I wasn’t playing her games, no one was coming she was trying to scare me.
“Release me now, or I will send you to the pits of hell!” I held her stare, even against how gruesome she looked.
“Have you ever been to hell, Abigail?” she asked sweetly.
“Stacey, this is your last warning, Release me, now!” I said.
Tightness filled my chest, making it hard to breathe. My knees buckled as my vision blurred, and I only had a split second to brace myself as she raced for me, her hands held high, and then she was gone. I looked up and around me, but once again, I was in darkness. The air filled my lungs and the taste of sulfur was overpowering. I stood too quickly as dizziness rushed me; something was here with me, something worse than Stacey. Maybe it was the person who she was talking about. Goose bumps broke out along my arms and the hair rose on the back of my neck. “He’s here!” I turned to the voice and Stacey stared down at me, anger now etched on her face. “My time has run out, Hunter!” she growled, before she raked her now long nails down my face.
I screamed in agony, my own hands trying to protect myself, but no more pain came. I turned and she was gone. My face stung and my hands trembled as I reached up and touched it gently. Warmth coated my fingertips and I could feel the dripping of the blood from my face. She had dug deep.
Ten voices came to me at once. I couldn’t find the source or understand the language, but two words were repeated constantly until the noise became louder and louder, “Everto parvulus”. The temperature had dropped and I shivered with the cold. My hair was starting to freeze and the ends held small icicles. The voices stopped and silence filled its void, just before light poured into the darkness. It was too bright and I shielded my face. A roar of anger filled my ears, a roar that I recognized as Zee’s. It sent all my nerves on edge. Air raced towards me along with the light. It was only a blur that passed me, but I knew it was Zee, and then light spread into the room and I could see the demon, its face was contracting into other faces. Each face brought a fresh terror, and then it paused on one and my legs gave out.
“Dad,” I whispered, and then nothing.

About the Author:

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Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon’s books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.

Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn’t) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife’s first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.

To contact Aoife you can email her at: aoifesheridan101@gmail.com

Website: http://www.aoifemariesheridan.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Aoifemariesheri

Blog: aoifesheri.wordpress.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6551996.Aoife_Marie_Sheridan
Twitter: https://twitter.com/aoifesheri
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Aoife%20Marie%20Sheridan&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank

Purchase Links:
Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Hunters-Demon-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00NLRMJ5S/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411466472&sr=1-7&keywords=hunters

Amazon.co.uk – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hunters-Demon-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00NLRMJ5S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411466580&sr=1-1
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THE RAVE AWARDS!

Rave Reviews Book Club is sponsoring the first ever Rave Awards! Members have entered their blogs, trailers and have been interviewed in “Who’s on the Shelf with Nonnie Jules,” for a chance to win an award in those categories. I submitted my entries in Who’s on the Shelf and Our Lady of Victory Book Trailer.

Please click here to cast your vote for me in those two categories:  RAVE AWARDS

Remember Voting closes at midnight CST on December 5, 2014.

Thank you so much for your support.

Click Here:  RAVE AWARDS

A DAY IN THE LIFE…

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A Day in the Life of a Rave Reviews Book Club Member!

It generally starts out like most ordinary days and then something special happens. I woke up this morning, rubbed the sleep out of my blurry eyes, and got something to eat before starting my day. I had on my PJs and nightcap looking a fright. I decided to get on the computer to check my bank account before paying some small bills.

Lo and Behold! There was some activity from Amazon with what looked like deposits. I rubbed my eyes again to decipher what I was looking at. It takes awhile to get focused so early in the morning. There were three deposits from UK, US, and Canada. International Activity! How about that? I go to sleep and then wake up to find cash in my bank account.

I owe it all to Rave Reviews Book Club. I’ve had my share of being promoted. I was a Spotlight Author; Push Tuesday recipient; my book is posted on the catalogue page and I got a 5 star review. As an author, you know how good that feels. I notice activity going on in the form of reviews. Just when things seem to get quiet, there is another review posted on the RRBC website.

Nonnie Jules, president and founder of this awesome club is to be commended. It takes a lot of work to keep something of this magnitude going, but she has a vision. And its attracting the right kind of people. RRBC is achieving something no other book club has, recognition for its achievements and support of fellow Indie Authors. That support translates into the “bottom line.”

So why don’t you check it out and join us? See for yourself! Here is the link.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Shirley Harris-Slaughter, Author
Rave Reviews Book Club Member

RESPECT OR DISREPECT – THAT IS THE QUESTION!

Right now I am so frustrated. Barnes and Noble is selling my books and I am not getting any royalties or correspondence from them. Trying to inquire as to what is going on is a difficult task to undertake. I can’t get hold of anybody who knows anything. I am led around in circles trying to follow up on inquiries I have submitted according to their instructions. Each inquiry is leading to a dead-end.
I don’t know what is going on with Barnes and Noble but I intend to get to the bottom of it, even if I have to make a complaint with the attorney general’s office here in my hometown. All of this is leading me to the conclusion that these big bookstores have no respect for Indie Authors. My publicist can’t even get a book event scheduled with them. They do not work with Indie Authors is their excuse.
So I am beginning to think that the publishing world does not care about Indie Authors. It has taken me from 2007 up to the present time to finally get that they want nothing to do with folks like me. How else do you explain the runaround I am getting? They give out wrong information and you are left trying to cut through the red tape just trying to get to a live person who can guide you and give you some answers.
The disrespect is unbelievable! They place your books on the site without any input from the author; they sell them with abandon without ever having to answer to you about your royalties. I have yet to master how to get my ebooks up and right now I don’t have the will to do that with what is happening to me right now.
I’m beginning to wonder if my books are categorized as a “vanity press?” That is something authors have to stay away from. My first publisher was iUniverse, Inc. which is a print on demand publisher. They did a beautiful job editing and publishing my book but I eventually had to move away from them because they were not serving my needs. Now I am with Createspace and I’m not totally happy with the way my book was re-published but have to live with it for now.
If your publisher is considered a vanity press then you are “dead in the water” before you have a chance to establish yourself as a respectable author. Maybe that is my problem. Because I am not getting any respect for my work.
It is a discouraging revelation if it is true.
So I did a search and this is what I discovered online at Preditors and Editors: iUniverse: Not recommended. Vanity and self-publisher service. A division of Author Solutions.
I am shocked. Something I was trying to avoid has happened. I was done before I got started. iUniverse was not listed when my book was launched in 2007. After they merged with AuthorHouse, the service went downhill fast. Now I see why.
Createspace doesn’t seem to be targeted. They are a publishing arm of Amazon and I am receiving royalties. But iUniverse? Well that is a shocker.
Barnes and Noble knows that my book is now published through Createspace so what gives now? Why am I being jerked around and ignored? I think sometimes that I would have been better off trying to get the big publishing houses to take me on or I should have gotten an agent.
I found some information on Preditor and Editor, some tips & guidelines to avoiding scams. I’ll share this with you: http://pred-ed.com/general.ht.

I am still checking and talking with Lightening Source distributors. I never knew anything about going to them. I will keep you posted.

Question: Can anyone shed some light on all this?

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Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/aF3ZBZFn3AY
Five Star Review of Our Lady of Victory by Nonnie Jules “Seal of Approval”

CONNECT HERE…
Author Page: http://wp.me/P43s9i-1m
FACEBOOK LAUNCH PARTY: https://www.facebook.com/events/276868179187591/?context=create&source=49#
Email: sharrislaughter@gmail.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sharrislaughter

PURCHASE LINKS…
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/kindle/dp/B00KDO1MSM/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_eos_detail
Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/4751309
Limited Editions: http://rememberourladyofvictory.com/about-the-book/

SHIRLEY’S BLOGS…
http://shirleyslaughterblog.wordpress.com/
http://rememberourladyofvictory.com/

BETTER PARENTING, BETTER KIDS

I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce a dear friend of mine. She is an exceptional, and phenomenal woman. Nonnie Jules, President of Rave Reviews Book Club and Author, is gracing us with her presence today.  Her life is dedicated to making children’s lives safer and meaningful. She has raised two beautiful daughters and writes about how she did it in her first published book, The Good Mommies’ Guide To Raising (Almost) Perfect Daughters. She is the founder of Rave Reviews Book Club. It is an honor to welcome Ms. Nonnie Jules!

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Hello, and welcome to the 6th day of my BETTER PARENTING, BETTER KIDS Blog Tour!  I’m so happy to be here today with my dear friend, Shirley and all her friends!  I so appreciate you allowing me to share a bit of my parenting expertise with you!

 

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Today I want to share one of my favorite tips from my book,  “THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS”  I hope that someone can take something from this message and apply it in the lives of their own daughter:

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TEACH THEM HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO BE A GOOD, TRUST WORTHY FRIEND.  The Bible (Proverbs 11:13) says:  “Whoever goes about slandering reveals secrets, but he who is trustworthy in spirit keeps a thing covered,” and The Bible (John 15:13) says:  “Greater love has no one than this:  to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

Good friends are hard to come by and sometimes, if you have not been given the tools, it’s even harder to BE a good friend to others.  In the beginning, I taught my daughters to always share their toys.  As they got older, I taught them the importance of being loyal and if someone confided a secret to them, to take that secret to the grave, unless someone was being hurt or abused.  They were taught that if someone had something negative to say about another person, to either dismiss the conversation, letting the offending party know they did not wish to engage in such conversation, or by removing themselves from the conversation altogether.

My daughters are viewed as such great friends, that they are the ones that their friends come to for advice.  They are the ones pegged as good listeners, with the best shoulders to lean on, and they are the “GO-TO” gals when you’re looking for a good, trust-worthy friend.  Equip your daughters early on with the proper tools so that they will know how to receive good friendships, as well as know how to give of themselves in that same department.

Make it a great day, people.  The choice is always yours.

Thanks again, Shirley!

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Do the world a favor and pick up your very own copy of  “THE GOOD MOMMIE’S GUIDE TO RAISING ALMOST (PERFECT) DAUGHTERS.” If your kids are grown and gone, gift it to them for their kids.  If you don’t have kids, gift it to the young mom next door or down the hall who could use the wisdom between the covers of this life-changing little book.  And, if you’re just in the mood for a really good read, I can guarantee, this one is a joy!

Thanks so much for stopping by.  LET’S CHANGE THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT AND MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE!

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AUTHOR BIO:

Nonnie Jules is the mother of two beautifully kind daughters, who along with the help of her husband, have turned out to be two of the greatest assets to this world.  THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS is her first published piece of work and two weeks after publication, it hit Amazon’s Top 100 list, where it reached the #7 mark.  With all the violence which is being exhibited by some children today, it is her vision and goal to get THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE…into the hands of everyone who breathes around a child.  She feels the only way we can make this happen, is if we are all working from a common blueprint.  Ms. Jules strongly believes that every opportunity we are given with a child, should be a teaching one for us and a learning one for them.

So far, Nonnie has authored two other books:  a novel which she released in November of 2013, entitled “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND” and “SUGARCOATIN’ IS FOR CANDY & PACIFYIN’ IS FOR KIDS!” where she shares her no-holds-barred style of teaching us all about support and social media.  Her second parenting guide {THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO BULLY-PROOF KIDS} is due for release the beginning of January, 2015 and the sequel to her debut novel, DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, shortly after.  (Both have been delayed due to her extensive workload with RRBC).

She is a fan of the well-written word, and so along with 3 partners, she started 4WillsPublishing Co. in November, 2013 to assist other writers in putting out their best work ever.  By December, 2013, she had founded the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB where in less than a year, the membership has rapidly grown to well over 500.  If you’re not a member yet, this is your personal invitation to JOIN US!

As you can see, she is an Author on the move and if you’re interested in keeping up with her, here is her contact info (and a good pair of running shoes would help as well):

 

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Twitter:  @nonniejules

Facebook:  Nonnie Jules, Author

Blogs/Websites:

4WillsPublishing.wordpress.com

BooksByNonnie.wordpress.com

NonnieWrites.wordpress.com

AskTheGoodMommy.wordpress.com