#RRBCSpotlightAuthor Blog Tour #RRBC (@mbiermanauthor) Mark Bierman!!

It is my pleasure to welcome to my blog, a Member of Rave Reviews Book Club, Author Mark Bierman. He is in the spotlight today from the Spotlight Author Blog Tour. Here is his story…

Tell Your Story

Imagine, if you will, two scenarios. I will not delve into any more detail in this brief introduction, other than to say that both are set in a prison.

Here is the first:

Steven, the young correctional officer, raced after his fellow officers as they charged through the open doorway and onto the prison range. T Block had exploded into a battlefield. Fifty inmates were bent on sticking and slicing each other with shivs fashioned from the metal pins stolen from the exercise machines in the gym. The sharpened pins weren’t the only weapon of choice, for in the mix were toothbrushes with razor blades melted onto their handles, chunks of plexiglass, glass, and metal window trim. All with hair-splitting edges. Oh, inmates are a creative and stealthy lot. There are thousands of ways to die in prison.

Into that fracas, Steven ran. For him and the others, there was no other choice. Two of their fellow officers were trapped down there. The melee had broken out while the pair were conducting a routine patrol, and with only the defence of hands and wits, their situation had turned dire. The same applied to the Steven, others had grabbed the limited supply mace. No guns were allowed on the range, they were far too dangerous.

T Block was split into two levels. The upper tier, three feet wide, stretched over one-hundred feet in length, and was lined by open barred cells on one side, with a four-foot-high “safety” railing on the other.

The bloody skirmish was largely concentrated on the bottom level, and most of the troops, understandably, went in that direction. But blades were also swinging up stairs and several uniforms were interspersed among the prison blues worn by the clientele. Steven followed John, an experienced officer, onto the top tier, and into sheer madness.

For those on T Block that day, there was no sanctuary, no corner or nook was devoid of violence. The air was thick with hatred and fear, though not impermeable to the cries of agony and the sting of mace. Everywhere, weapons found their targets, blood spilled, and the century-old- limestone walls recorded every act.

A large inmate broke free of the others and had run upstairs. Steven watched the approaching inmate and knew he was in for a fight. The powerful man lived downstairs, so his intentions were obviously not good. The officer knew he couldn’t let the man pass.

“Get back downstairs!” Steven yelled several times

The orders went unheeded.

This was going to be a fight. But would the inmate choose his fists or a knife?

Now sandwiched between a pair of combating inmates, and the charging human moose, Steven had seconds to make a determination that could possibly kill him and others. He wished for time to at least slow down, as he prepared a defence. His old friend, the internal survival coach, the one who’d kept him alive in other incidents shouted a familiar warning. Watch his hands! No weapon yet! But if he reaches for his pocket or the waist band of his jeans . . .!

A scream, came from what seemed inches from behind Steven, it was followed by a heavy thud on the limestone floor, twelve feet below. Someone had been thrown over the railing, Steven knew it without even looking. Would he be next? Would he soon feel the blade or the point of a shiv as it penetrated him?  He wanted to turn around, but he couldn’t. Faith was needed. Enough to believe that his fellow officers would be there, that they would have his back. Danger was coming straight for him. The world became a tunnel that encompassed only the charging inmate.

This reaction too, was familiar. It was the body entering ‘fight’ mode. It was the body doing what it needed to survive.

Here is the second:

The two inmates squared off. From fifteen feet away, Janjak raced to close the distance. He tripped over soiled men and spilled waste buckets. The curses of fellow convicts were ignored. His vision morphed into a tunnel that encompassed only the combatants. Watch their hands! Almost there. Hands! Hands! Something flashed. Knife! The Haitian launched himself as Frantz pulled the weapon from his waistband. Shoulder met chest in a violent collision. Frantz cried out as he was tackled onto a stained mattress.


Notice any similarities? You might ask what books did I glean these excerpts from? Or perhaps you may think they are from the same one.

Well, to tell you the truth, the second scenario is from the first chapter of my novel, Vanished. The first is a page taken directly from my life. I changed my name to Steven, for this story.

Now, obviously I survived that experience and many others over the years, and while I personally am happy about that fact, that isn’t the point of this blog.

What I hope you will take away from this, is that you will be encouraged to tell your own. I hope you realize that all us have valuable life experiences that are unique. We can, and should, use them in our writing.

I don’t know about you, but there is no English Degree in my background. I am no expert in literature, or even everyday writing. One thing I do possess, what everyone has, is real life experiences. So, please don’t allow yourself to be convinced that you have nothing to offer readers. You have a life!


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VANISHED, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01E4CZHIO/



Tragedy . . . heartache . . . how much more can Tyler Montgomery and John Webster take? This missions trip, the “healing” one, has only added fresh layers of pain. Construction of an orphanage in Haiti’s northwest . . . yes. But a doomed rescue operation, human traffickers, human anomalies, extreme personal danger . . . risk of death? They hadn’t signed up for those.


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Author Bio:

Born and raised on a farm near Brockville, Ontario, Mark’s childhood consisted of chores, horseback riding, snowmobile races, fishing trips to local lakes, and many other outdoor adventures. He was, and remains, an avid reader of many genres.

Transitioning into adulthood also meant moving from the farm into large urban areas that introduced this ‘country boy’ to ‘big city’ life.

Drawing on his many experiences as a private investigator, and later, a correctional officer, Mark combines his unique experiences and imagination to create stories and characters.


Follow Mark online!

Twitter:   @mbiermanauthor

Facebook: Facebook

Website:  markbierman.com


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#RRBC #RRBCTreatReads DAY 2 Mary Adler @MAAdlerWrites

“Greetings!  Welcome to the 2nd RRBC “TREAT” Reads Blog Hop!  These members of RRBC have penned and published some really great reads and we’d like to honor and showcase their talent.  Oddly, all of the listed Winners are RWISA members!  Way to go RWISA!

We ask that you pick up a copy of the title listed, and after reading it, leave a review.  There will be other books on tour for the next few days, so please visit the “HOP’S” main page to follow along.

Also, for every comment that you leave along this tour, including on the “HOP’S” main page, your name will be entered into a drawing for a gift card to be awarded at the end of the tour!”



Author, Mary Adler



Book: IN THE SHADOW OF LIEShttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K7WYTSU/


In The Shadow of Lies by Mary Adler

Book Blurb: Richmond, California. World War II.  Marine Lieutenant Oliver Wright comes home from the war in the Pacific injured and afraid his career as a homicide detective is over.  But when an Italian Prisoner of War is murdered the night the Port Chicago Mutiny verdicts are announced, and black soldiers are suspected of the crime, the Army asks Oliver to find out the truth.


He and his canine partner Harley join forces with an Italian POW captain and with a black MP embittered by a segregated military. During their investigation, these unlikely allies expose layers of deceit and violence that stretch back to World War I and uncover a common thread that connects the murder to earlier crimes.


In the Shadow of Lies reveals the darkness and turmoil of the Bay Area during World War II, while celebrating the spirit of the everyday people who made up the home front. Its intriguing characters will resonate with the reader long after its deftly intertwined mysteries are solved.



Twitter: @MAAdlerWrites

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Sleighed: A Christmas Tale #ShortStory by Award-Winning #Author WJ Scott #NewRelease #Free 18-22 Jan 2021

Welcome to my blog today Wendy J. Scott!

Sleighed: A Christmas Tale #ShortStory by Award-Winning #Author WJ Scott #NewRelease #Free

FREE eBook on Amazon KDP 18-22 January 2021 –download now!

Amazon Universal Link http://mybook.to/Sleighed

{Attachments: Gif eBook cover, Wendy’s pic, 3 x sister pics, reindeer snip}

Youtube link: https://youtu.be/QGx59ifI3Aw


Tinsel is the newest apprentice in Santa’s Workshop, but this young elf lands himself in strife on his first day!

He’s sent to care for the reindeer and instead ends up on a magical adventure.
Will the Toy-Inspector allow him back into the Workshop?
A fun Christmas story for younger readers and those young at heart.

Amazon Universal Link http://mybook.to/Sleighed

In March 2019, my sister (who lives in Canada), visited me in New Zealand, and we embarked on a memory tour. We revisited places from our childhood, including Queenstown, where our grandmother used to live.

Our great-grandfather had been an engineer on the iconic century-old coal fired steamship, the TSS Earnslaw, back in the day when it transported stock and supplies across Lake Wakatipu. We enjoyed a delightful sunny cruise to Walter Peak High Country Farm.

During our travels, we set a challenge, to each write a 1500 word story. I chose to write a Children’s Christmas story, based on a writing prompt from my Aspiring Author Series, and that’s how, ‘Sleighed’, came to be created.

Aspiring Author Series Link Aspiring Author Series (6 book series) Kindle Edition (amazon.com)

Author Bio:

Wendy Scott has a New Zealand Certificate in Science (Chemistry), which allows her to dabble with fuming potions and strange substances, satisfying her inner witch.

Wendy writes short stories, fantasy, and children’s novels. Her books have won multiple awards.

One of the creeds she lives by is to always – Live a life less ordinary!

Full book list http://www.wendyjscott.com/

Amazon Universal Link http://mybook.to/Sleighed

Connect with Wendy:

Children’s Websites





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Things Are Just So Heavy Right Now… We Need This @RRBC_Org #RRBC

This is too funny so I had to share it to help us get past the drama unfolding against our democracy.

Watch Nonnie Write!

Because 2020 has exited stage left, I won’t bring it into this discussion, but I must say, that after the siege on our democracy last Wednesday (January 6), it’s been a struggle for me to remain in my “peaceful” place that I promised to whole-heartedly give to 2021.  

A dear friend of mine who knows that I love to laugh, sent me this little funny that she found floating around Facebook.  And even though Christmas has gone, it still left me with tears in my eyes – because it was just that hilarious!

We all need this laugh…

Those of you who are placing Christmas lights/decorations in your yards, would you please avoid anything that has Red or Blue flashing lights together? Every time I come around the corner, I think it’s the police and I have a panic attack. I have to brake hard, put on my seat belt…

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Welcome to the GHOSTLY INTERFERENCE 1 Day/5 Blog Tour! @JanSikes3 @4WillsPub @4WP11 @RRBC_Org @Tweets4RWISA #RRBC #RWISA

I am extremely delighted to welcome my dear friend and member of Rave Reviews Book Club who is stopping by from her Book Tour to grace us with her presence today.

Say Hello to Jan Sikes!


(2) e-book copies of GHOSTLY INTERFERENCE


Hello, and thank you so much for hosting me here today as I wind down my Ghostly Interference blog tour. It’s an honor to be your guest. Also, I want to announce that Ghostly Interference is on sale through January 22nd!

Someone in an interview once asked me if I had any writing advice to share with others. I had to think about that for a while. Over the past seven years as a published author, I have learned SO much. So, yes, I do have some tips I’d like to share with you here today. Not everything works for everyone, but I hope you can take away some tidbit to encourage or validate you in your writing process.

1.  Trust in yourself is the number one bit of advice I can give. You’ve been given a story idea for a reason. Trusting in yourself to turn that idea into a wonderfully told story is vital. Doubts can plague us and tell us we aren’t good enough or smart enough or that we don’t have enough time. Ignore all of that. Nothing could be further from the truth. Trust the process and trust yourself to deliver.

2. Don’t look at a novel as a whole once you have the story’s main plot firmly in your mind. If you do, it can be overwhelming and can stop you in your tracks. Instead, focus on one line, one paragraph, one chapter at a time, and before you know it, you’ll have a complete book. It’s sort of like putting a puzzle together. When you dump a thousand jumbled pieces out onto a table, it can first appear as an impossible quest. But when you just start and fit one piece at a time, you will make progress. The scene will come together before your eyes. 

3.  Try to work on your story a little bit every day. I know sometimes life can get in the way. That’s normal. But if you can’t physically work on it, at least work on it in your mind. Envision scenes and how you want them to unfold. Listen to your characters and flesh out nuances that will deepen them. Live with your characters and their emotions. Let the story consume you.

4.  Some say write and don’t edit until you are finished. I don’t do that. I exchange chapters with my sister and with my critique partners as I go. While I’m not sure it qualifies as editing, feedback can be invaluable in the story plot or character development throughout the process. It is what I prefer. It’s much easier to fix a plot hole as you go rather than having to do a rewrite. It’s different when I write short stories, as I complete them before sending them for critique. But for novels, I prefer the critiquing as I go method.

5.  Let your manuscript rest once you finish it. This is probably the most valuable piece of advice I can give. It is amazing what you can see with fresh eyes. The experts recommend that you let your finished work sit for at least a week before returning to edit it. I prefer two weeks to let my brain totally disengage. Taking this time guarantees a more polished and more in-depth story.

I hope you took something away from my hard-earned lessons in writing. There are so many other aspects that I could include, like making sure you hire a professional editor and creating a cover that conveys a promise to your reader. But I wanted to focus on the creation part of the writing process today.

I’d love to hear from you. What have you learned that we can benefit others?


Jag Peters has one goal in his quiet, comfortable life—to keep his karma slate wiped clean. A near-miss crash with a candy apple red Harley threatens to upend his safe world. He tracks down the rider to apologize properly. Slipping into a seedy biker bar, he discovers the rider isn’t a “he”, it’s a “she”, a dark-haired beauty.

Rena Jett is a troubled soul, who lives in a rough world. She wants no part of Jag’s apology, but even while she pushes him away, she is attracted to him. When he claims to see a ghost—her brother—can she trust him? And could her brother’s final gift, a magical rune stone with the symbol for “happily ever after” have the power to heal her wounds and allow opposites to find common ground—perhaps even love?

BOOK TRAILER LINK: https://youtu.be/NHaLVSe_flI


AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Ghostly-Interference-White-Rune-Sikes-ebook/dp/B08KW1KFMW/

BARNES & NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghostly-interference-jan-sikes/1137871003?

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ghostly-interference

iTUNES: https://books.apple.com/us/book/ghostly-interference/id1535082886

GOOGLE PLAY: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=PCwNEAAAQBAJ






http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00CS9K8DK  (Author Page)

To follow along with the rest of the tour, please visit the authors’ tour page on the 4WillsPublishing site for the additional stops that are all going on today.  If you’d like to book your own blog tour and have your book promoted in similar grand fashion, please click HEREThanks for supporting these authors and their work!

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Welcome to Day 2 of “THE ENIGMA THREAT” Release Blog Tour! @enigmaseries @1rburkey @4WillsPub @RRBC_Org #RRBC

THE ENIGMA THREAT Release Blog Tour!


(1) $25 Amazon gift card

(10) e-book copies of the “shorts” in the Enigma series

It is with pleasure that I present to you The Enigma Threat Release Blog Tour of Breakfield and Burkey. Here is …

4Wills Tour Day 2

Breakfield and Burkey wanted to share what’s behind a series based on cyber-crime?
Breakfield & Burkey are experienced techno-geeks with education and professional careers at leading technology manufacturers. Initially, our business leaders felt we were well-suited to consult and delivering analytical reviews of technology and processes. We conducted many workshops for customers and partners, were named top subject matter experts for several years and contributed to many white papers separately and with teams.

This activity led to our being asked to complete technical books, non-fiction, for publication. Good books but outdated nearly after they were published. After Burkey started writing the first book in what would become the Enigma Series, several things occurred. It was almost a perfect storm.

As a result of our experience in the technology industry, coupled with our travel and professional interactions, we saw the signs of what was possible and happening. In our roles, we were exposed to bleeding-edge technology innovations for business and personal use in advance of adoption. We agreed we could influence and increase people’s awareness with fictional stories based on relevant facts for today’s adults. Dropping the textbook approach and telling a story allows faster more enjoyable knowledge transfer.

Technology has shifted exponentially over the years. The Enigma Machine, which is a premise for the information gathering of the R-Group in the series, was critical to dominance in World War II. It is also the foundation of today’s computer. We lace in some history so people can realize the digital world we use today is due to the work of many visionary people worldwide.

Breakfield listened to an interview with A. G. Riddle, who is also a techno-thriller writer. Riddle stated his opinion that we heartily agreed with; the Techno-Thrillers genre is an under-served market. His marketing and following are admirable, as well as what we are working to achieve. We released our first books in similar timeframes. During the interview, someone in the audience asked him what he preferred to read. His immediate response was technical thrillers and suspense.

In our professional careers, Breakfield and Burkey frequently research and comment on different technology elements. Burkey has a focus and passion for user experience. Breakfield is always scanning the technical horizon for new trends and technological evolution. When we find exciting and innovative shifts involving people, business, and technology, we pick out the elements we want for our books.

Cyber-crimes are desperately interesting because they are the economic weapons of war here in the 21 st century. Sovereign nations have their black ops teams trying to destabilize competing countries. The insidious criminal elements enjoying the challenges found outside of civilized boundaries lurking in the Darknet now apply university-level business models to their extortion efforts. There is a multitude of ghastly exploits to write about as a central focus for a story.

What is your approach to the latest novel, The Enigma Threat?

Artificial intelligence and machine learning are rampant. The direction of designers is to take these capabilities to new levels, and so they are funded to gain wide adoption fast. The Enigma Threat is based on A.I. and the guardrails that may or may not be in place by the creators. Questions of what is happening to the tsunami of information being gathered are only recently occurring. In our estimation, it is a little like closing the gate after the horse is out of the corral.

We want to be fair in relating our approach. We write thriller/suspense novels, with technology as the catalyst for creating conflict between the cyber heroes and the cyber thugs. You don’t need a voice, data, or networking engineering degree to understand the plot or feel our stories’ drama. Those who have a more technological background will notice the real-world impacts a little quicker.

In fictional writing, it is the storytelling that brings the reading value to people. As with most industries, there are information systems acronyms. We go out of our way to poke fun at the technology world by making up insanely funny acronyms to defuse the technobabble that permeates the high-tech world. These have resonated with readers and reviewers. One of favorite was the Kirkus review that highlighted POPTARTS in The Enigma Ignite. If you have not read it, POPTARTs is defined as Polymorphic Operational Programming of Technology to Aggregate Recurring Temporal Synergies. If you want to laugh, please check out our Concepts and Terms listed on our website, which states the book in which each term appears.

We have some choice ones within The Enigma Threat. Two of the favorites are PaaS, defined as porn as a service, and CESPOOL, defined as Cyber Elite Social Police for On-line Operations and Logistics. They genuinely have a place within the story too!
We look forward to your review of our Kickstarter campaign to start the screenplay efforts!



Website: http://www.EnigmaBookSeries.com

Blog: https://EnigmaBookSeries.com/the-enigma-chronicles/category/blog-statement/

Connect and follow on Social Media:

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/charlesbreakfield and


Twitter: https://twitter.com/EnigmaSeries

and https://twitter.com/1RBurkey

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheEnigmaSeries/

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6Vz4x5ctTnx3yUhZk1OJkw

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/enigmseries/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/enigmabookseries/

Bublish: https://bublish.com/author/breakfieldandburkey

RRBC: https://ravereviewsbookclub.wordpress.com/about-breakfield-



In the new digital world, there is no tolerance for privately owned supercomputers. Globally, computers are hunted and destroyed for the greater good, by the new cyber police CESPOOL. The information this group receives is manipulated by subversive hidden machine learning devices, the MAG running on the dark net.

Judith and Xiamara are freebooters who steal machine time for their PaaS, porn as a service business. The machine they chose for delivery is the last untapped supercomputer not in the hands of a sovereign. Their activity is spotted by the MAG, but the renegade R-Group steps in to alter the outcome. Leroy teams up with Zara to help these opportunists escape prosecution. They are drafted as reluctant participants in the fight.

Jacob and Quip are trapped in the Chihuahuan Desert trying to reconstruct the base of ICABOD’s logic core. The stress of their isolation is taking a toll. Their wives and children are safe in Brazil for the time being, but Interpol is prowling for answers.

The R-Group has assembled a way to communicate with orphaned satellites. While the next R-Group plans the ultimate honey pot to trap their nemesis who is driving their corrupted agenda. The odds are against R-Group’s success, but they have creative surprises on their side.

The stakes have never been higher. The R-Group young and old must rise to defeat the MAG.


Breakfield is a 25+ year technology expert in security, networking, voice, and anything digital. He enjoys writing, studying World War II history, travel, and cultural exchanges. He’s also a fan of wine tastings, winemaking, Harley riding, cooking extravaganzas, and woodworking.

Burkey is a 25+ year applied technology professional who excels at optimizing technology and business investments. She works with customers all over the world focusing on optimized customer experiences. She writes white papers and documentation, but found she has a marked preference for writing fiction.

Together they create award-winning stories that resonate with males and females, as well as young and experienced adults. They bring a fresh new view to technology possibilities today.

To follow along with the rest of the tour, please visit the authors’ tour page on the 4WillsPublishing site.  If you’d like to book your own blog tour and have your book promoted in similar grand fashion, please click HEREThanks for supporting these authors and their work!

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Introducing Tristan Jackson “Never Give Up”


Tristan Jackson is a self-published inspirational author, who began writing in 2012. A first generational College Graduate and Business Owner. In August 2015, she decided to focus on her gift and released her debut work entitled “Dream the Impossible”. Tristan Jackson was raised by a single parent in a small low-income neighborhood in Houston, Texas. Ms. Jackson was determined to break the generational curses in her family. First generational Author, College Graduate, Educator, and Entrepreneur. She is currently pursuing her Doctoral studies at Texas Southern University. Tristan Jackson’s message is about Perseverance & Never Giving Up! Owner of TJInspires and Inspired_Scentz.

Since 2015, Tristan Jackson has written over 10 books and is the Co-Author of two books.

Her favorite quote is “Never give up.”  Tristan writes under the following genres:

Inspirational, Motivational, Children’s Books, College and Self-Help

The books being featured today are… 


“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11) Dream the Impossible is about Tristan Jackson quest to achieve her dreams of attending college. I was not born with a golden spoon in my mouth; it was made of white plastic. I was born in the ‘hood of Houston, Texas called the Fourth Ward. They would say, I was born into the drug life or the “hustling life. I knew God had a better plan for my life and I was determined to break the generational curses. My lifelong lesson has been to find my own identity in this sometimes crazy and very harsh world. It has been said that you are product of your environment. I am the struggle, and it is definitely real. There is also an old saying that the road to success is often paved by failure, as it is one of the most important steps. The obstacles I have faced in life have all been orchestrated by God. 


For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.(Jeremiah 29:11)Written to encourage you not to allow the most difficult situations to make you give up. God has great plans for your life in spite of what you’re facing. How to Stay Calm in the Midst of Chaos offers encouragement for daily life and provide inspiration and strength. God will never leave you nor abandon you. The Bible is filled with the promises of God. From Genesis to Revelation we read of normal people that received the promises of God. These promises are sealed by the highest authority, God’s word. Fervent prayers produce phenomenal results. 


Chances are you’ve seen this phrase on social media or you perhaps have seen people wearing T-Shirts with the words Wake-Pray-Hustle-Repeat written on them. Wake-Pray-Hustle-Repeat is more than a catch phrase; it’s a radically different approach to life and living out your dreams. It’s only when we stop fearing failure that we can fully seize every opportunity in our lives. I am not an expert on fear, nor do I pretend to be an expert at all. However, my fears at times have gotten the best of me and caused me to lose out on opportunities. I was born into the hustling life. Determined to break the curses in my family, I wanted my hustle to be positive and to inspire people to achieve their dreams. Wake-Pray-Hustle-Repeat—I would watch my mom repeat this every day after giving up the hustling life; working low-wage jobs, struggling to keep the lights on and food on the table.  

Please pick up a copy of this author’s book and follow her on social media. 

Social media links


Facebook/Instagram/ Youtube: TJInspires 

Let’s give Tristan a great big welcome!

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Join in the celebration of #RRBCAuthor @sharrislaughter, #RRBC’s November “SPOTLIGHT” Author! #Author of #OurLadyOfVictory

So amazing to have so many RRBC members spotlighting me this month. Thank you Pat.

Walk On

Good Morning Everyone,

Don’t ever say that History cannot be corrected. Where there is a will, there is a way. The second edition of Our Lady Of Victory by Author Shirley Harris Slaughter has been released. It has many new updates on this historic church that will interest many.


This is a second edition with updates on the state of this historic church. In the original publication files were lost then resurfaced with content altered along with missing photos during transition from one publisher to another. Such is the fate of an Independent Author.

This book evolved out of years of frustration at the total disregard and lack of respect for the contributions of Black Catholics in the city of Detroit. The author says, “We are not mentioned in the pages of history along with the other Catholic churches that sprung up during the World War II era, and…

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Welcome to the “GRATITUDE” Blog Tour! @ptlperrin @4WillsPub @RRBC_Org @Tweets4RWISA #RRBC #RWISA

I don’t know about you, but I’m always amazing at the many blessings we enjoy. Putting aside material things, we have family, friends, love, sunshine and rain, love…

Okay, let’s talk about some of the material things. Food is nice. Clothes, shelter, transportation, phones, electronics, etc. Not everyone on the planet has as much as we do, but we hope they have what they need to survive and thrive where they are. Realistically, we know it isn’t so for many. Those in prosperous countries should, and often do, share with those in need. Americans are known as the most generous country on the planet, and we should add gratitude for our country to our list of blessings.

God has something for us that’s even bigger than all the prosperity in the world, and it’s something he wants to give everyone, without discrimination.

This excerpt from Reflections of a Misfit will clue you in.



During the years before my dad chose to become a believer, one obstacle he couldn’t seem to overcome was his skepticism that Adam and Eve populated the earth. Knowing how long they lived, and how lacking they were in electronics, movies, and other amusements, I never had a problem believing it. What else did they have to do for fun?

Neither of us understood that Adam and Eve had, indeed, thrown up an obstacle to belief in God, but it wasn’t about how many kids they might have had. Paul talked about it in Romans 5, with one notable exception. Paul never mentioned Eve.

He said, “You know the story of how Adam landed us in the dilemma we’re in—first sin, then death, and no one exempt from either sin or death.” Death is the chasm separating us from God. We have no hope of crossing it on our own.

“But Adam who got us into this, also points ahead to the One who will get us out of it.”

Here’s more of that logic I love so much. “If death got the upper hand through one man’s wrongdoing [notice…no Eve mentioned here], can you imagine the breathtaking recovery life makes, sovereign life, in those who grasp with both hands this wildly extravagant life-gift, this grand setting-everything-right, that one man Jesus Christ provides?”

Who wouldn’t want a wildly extravagant life? I love this about Paul. He kept it simple.

“Here it is in a nutshell: Just as one person did it wrong and got us in all this trouble with sin and death, another person did it right and got us out of it. But more than just getting us out of trouble, he got us into life.”

This is for those who want more laws and bigger government. “All that passing laws against sin did was produce more lawbreakers.”

Here is the best part, the best news for all of us: “But sin didn’t, and doesn’t, have a chance in competition with the aggressive forgiveness we call grace. When it’s sin versus grace, grace wins hands-down.”

Undeserved grace is an aggressive act of God.

“Grace…invites us into life—a life that goes on and on and on, world without end.”

WooHOO! Name one thing that can top that.


Short Bio for Reflections

P.T.L. Perrin (Patty) wasn’t interested in the Bible, but as much as she tried to evade the God of the Bible, she found Him at every turn. She finally surrendered and wondered why she’d run for so long.

Patty grew up as a military brat in Europe, where she attended German and Italian schools before American high school and college. She draws from a deep well of life experiences and has discovered that we are all misfits in some way.

Patty and her husband live in south Florida, the happy grandparents of a fluid, constantly growing family.

List of Social Media Links for PTL Perrin

Blog: https://www.ptlperrinwrites.com

Website: https://www.ptlperrin.org

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorPattyPerrin/

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/ptlperrin

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PTLPerrin

Email: ptlperrin8@gmail.com


Reflections of a Misfit

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Terra’s Call

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Triton’s Call

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Voice of Viracocha

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Terra’s Anthem

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Welcome to Day 11 of the WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! @nonniejules @RRBC_Org #RRBC #RWISA #RWISAWRW


We often hear that music is the universal language.  It is the avenue to bridge all divides –

racial divides

gender divides

political divides.    

But, in the midst of all the division,

each party holding court in their respective corners of the ring,

ears lightly tickled by the sound of the simple “IMAGINE” by John Lennon,

wafting through the musky air of tear gas, rubber bullets and water cannons –

a mist of standstill calms the noise

…and in mere moments, the eyes of “independent” onlookers are pleasantly greeted by the most beautiful and welcoming sight –

…bodies slowly rocking

…hands collectively raised

…waving side to side

…all in unison  


 “Imagine there’s no heaven. It’s easy if you try…”

The 2020 US election has ended. The people have spoken.

What’s left behind?  A world of anxiety and angst – wrapped in feelings of wondering when the bombs will drop, or when the other shoe will fall.  And although I’d like to point fingers here and maybe even call a few not-so-pretty names, my daughter sits beside me as I write this, an ear to measure the “nice” level in my words, the child guiding the parent.  Roles reversed, she gently reminds me that the original goal of this message is unification – therefore, I will stay the course of peace.

In this moment, acknowledging that my conscience of decency is bigger than any emotion that might be stirring the embers of fires that have burned deep inside me for the past few years – neutrality is my cohort, and we will not take sides. 

Instead, all that will be allowed to roll off my tongue is FACT…

one reign is ending  

and another about to begin.

Some exultant…

others despondent

Yet, now is not the time for either.

Yesterday is gone,

today almost a memory,

but what awaits us in tomorrow

is what WE decide it will be. 

This is not the land of us and them –

this is the world of WE. 

WE decide what, who and how WE want to be.  

Do you resemble love, or, are you wearing the likeness of hate?  

What adorns your heart, a choice only you can make … for you. 

So, I have made my choice – and it is firm and true!

I choose love. 

To love,

to be loved,

to speak love,

to exude love,

to live love. 

Because I know that what I send out into the world, will be exactly what the world returns to my doorstep.

It is for that reason that I shall…

remain steadfast in my vigilance –

cognizant of any negativity that might try to seep in or out of my pores –

Skillfully suppressing the desire to gloat in the face of the so-called “losing” side. 

I’ve too much pride…to stoop so low.

The 2020 US election has ended.  The people have spoken.

There were no losers. 

WE are a world of winners.

Remember, WE decide



and how

WE will be

in this…




world of WE

“Imagine there’s no country
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace…

It’s all easy if WE try.”

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Welcome to Day 10 of the WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! @jinlobify @RRBC_Org #RRBC #RWISA #RWISAWRW


In the past, nobody would have taken notice of Iroko, the biggest and tallest tree in the forest. But then, cities started to grow and to eat into the forests. Trees were cut to make way for the growing cities. But the Iroko tree resisted being cut down. Any time an axe cut the tree, the axe either broke or the cut bled, real blood., and cries, ear piercing cries, like human cries were heard coming from the tree.

            In the forest, next to Iroko, lived an old woman in a tiny mud hut. Bent by age, she diligently cared for the tree. She was known as the eyes and the mouth of the tree. She listened to the tree, when the leaves rustled and interpreted the language of the tree to outsiders. She was called Nne Oji. Oji is the Igbo name for Iroko, and Nne Oji means Iroko’s mother. Iroko was as tall as a skyscraper, about one hundred and seventy feet high, and the width was as wide as fifty men surrounding the tree with outstretched hands, fingertips touching. Iroko was huge, towering and intimidating!

            The stories surrounding Iroko were such that settlers decided to let it stand and the town grew all around and away from it. Things went on peacefully for a while, but soon it became clear that Iroko did not like the exposure it was getting from the people surrounding it. After all, this tree was the king of the forest, where both trees and animals revered it. Now, standing in the midst of humans, with no one paying it any heed, all of this would change very rapidly.

            People, especially those living close to where Iroko stood, started reporting strange happenings around Iroko in the dead of night. Those who were bold enough to come out and watch these happenings, reported seeing dancing and merrymaking around Iroko by people they believed were spirit people. These spirit people went in and out of Iroko as if they were walking in and out of their homes. They sang and danced in merriment from twelve midnight until two in the morning, after which they packed up and walked back into the tree. Those who observed these goings-on, did so from afar and in hiding.

The story was told of a young boy who had the misfortune of being seen by these spirit people. He was taken and was never seen again. He had heard the stories of the happenings around Iroko, so that night he snuck out of his house and walked toward Iroko to take a closer look. Voices were heard warning him not to come closer, but he continued walking toward Iroko until he entered the sphere of the tree where everything turned grey. At that point, the boy lost control of himself and was pulled along until he disappeared in the mist and was seen no more.

The mother watched everything in hiding in paralyzed shock. The other people who watched in hiding were also mystified. They couldn’t believe their eyes, but they dared not allow themselves to be seen.

The next morning, the mother saw a huge striped cow tied to an orange tree in front of her house. The cow was chewing cud. The woman walked around the cow trying to understand how it came to be there. The town people also took notice and started gathering and questioning the presence of the cow. Out of nowhere, a young boy with only a loin cloth around his waist appeared and spoke to the onlookers.

“Mama, Iroko says you should take the cow in exchange for your son. Iroko says you should not kill the cow. You should sell it and use the money to take care of yourself.” With that, the boy turned and walked through the crowd and disappeared.

Everyone there was seized with shock and they quickly dispersed. The woman cut the cow loose and started shooing it off from the front of her house, but the cow would not budge.

The woman started to weep and pleaded with Iroko to return her son and take back the cow.

“Iroko give me back my son and take your cow!” she implored. “I don’t want your cow!”

The next day, the woman saw the cow at the back of her house, peacefully lying down near her hearth and chewing cud. She ran out toward Iroko.

“If you won’t give me back my son, Iroko, take me too!” she screamed at the top of her voice. Iroko’s leaves started to rustle. Suddenly, the old woman in the hut materialized and stood between the woman and Iroko.

“Go back, Mama!” the old woman said. “What you seek cannot be done. Your son is gone, dead and Iroko has paid you in exchange for him. Go back or you will meet the same fate!”

The woman refused to be stopped. She pushed the old woman down, walked over her and continued to approach Iroko. By this time, people had started to gather and were watching. The woman threw herself at Iroko and just like magic, the onlookers saw sparks of light, like fireworks, all around the woman. They heard her screaming and shouting like someone roasting on a stake. When everything died down and the sparks were no more, the people saw that the woman had metamorphosed. The woman had changed into an animal, something that looked like a dog, or a goat. No one could really tell. The people dispersed but this time they all had one thought in their minds – that Iroko must go.

            Iroko’s fame continued to grow even beyond the immediate town. The townspeople also became bolder. They consulted with diviner after diviner to find out how to get rid of Iroko. They tried everything, without any success … one attempt took the lives of twelve men. They tried to burn Iroko down, but the fire turned against them and burned them to death. One diviner suggested that the spirit of Iroko resided in the old woman who tended it, and that if the old woman was killed, Iroko would quietly and slowly die.

            The townspeople burned the old woman’s hut down with the old woman in it. The next day, Iroko started taking souls. People started disappearing from their homes, both in broad daylight and at night while they slept.

Finally, an Iroko priest from a distant land told the people how to destroy Iroko.

“Humans should not fight Iroko,” he said. “They should appease Iroko. Iroko trees do not live amongst humans. Before you people started building your town, you should have appeased and pleaded with Iroko to leave your town. As you can see, Iroko was simply minding its own business, when you people decided to invade its privacy. Now you have to sacrifice to Iroko to appease it.”

            The townspeople had to pay this priest to come to their town to perform all that was needed to appease Iroko. There is no need to list here all that Iroko demanded, which included the blood of virgins, before it was appeased. The morning after the ceremony by this priest was concluded, the people came out and watched as the inhabitants of Iroko exited one after the other and disappeared; the birds of various families, the giant ants, red and black, dark dangerous black snakes – all came out of Iroko hissing, grumbling, and then poof, like smoke disappeared. But the king of all the animals, a giant Eke python, refused to be dislodged. The people had to pump inflammatory liquid into Iroko and set the python on fire, to dislodge it. It came out rumbling, twisting, and floundering, until it, too, disappeared.

            Finally, Iroko was cut down. Mystery upon mystery, not one single hole existed in the cut tree. It was intact with rings showing how many hundreds of years it had stood there.

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Welcome to Day 9 of the WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! @wendyjaynescott @RRBC_Org #RRBC #RWISA #RWISAWRW

The Crystal Tavern by Wendy Scott

This piece is in remembrance of my Creative Writing student, Gill Pontin, who suddenly passed away in October 2020. Gill was an artistic dynamo whose enthusiasm, creativity and laughter will be dearly missed. She was a key participant when our group developed a new world, Creedland, and this story is set in Vape Town.

“Whoa, boy.” Blade Driscoll tugged on the reins and pulled his destrier to a halt. He surveyed the outskirts of Vape Town, unsurprised by the ramshackle buildings and pock-marked roads. The air reeked of burnt sugar and the back of Blade’s throat tingled. Between his thighs, Stormbolt shifted, wrinkling his equine nose and shaking his head from side to side. The horse’s plated armour clinked together destroying any attempt at stealth. Blade nudged his mount towards the main street, the sooner he finished his business in this cesspit the better for his sanity.

Pink-eyed townsfolk slunk away from the war horse’s hoof spikes. Pastel smoke billowed from a series of chimney stacks and led him to the front steps of the Crystal Tavern. Scantily clad fairies with tattered wings slouched against the verandah railings. Out of habit, Blade scanned their faces but didn’t recognise any familiar features. He didn’t waste his breath asking after his friend as their vacant stares and pink-tinted irises indicated their minds were lost in a kaleidoscopic haze.

Crystal Pink was manufactured from bog flowers and utterly irresistible to fairies. Its euphoric buzz leached away their magic, attacked the delicate blood vessels in their wings, rendering them flightless, before their bodies swelled to human size. The only way to gain their fix was to enslave themselves to Gurezil Flintsunder, owner of the Crystal Tavern, the unofficial mayor of Vape Town, and the largest whore-master this side of the Despicables. Lowlifes flocked from every dark corner of Creedland to sample the unique fairy delights.

Blade dismounted and left Stormbolt’s reins dangling, ready for a speedy exit. Anyone foolhardy enough to try to steal the stallion would learn how hard the war horse could bite.

Blade checked his weapon inventory. If blood flowed today, he didn’t intend any of it to be his.

Before the saloon doors swung shut behind him Blade tugged a bandanna over his mouth and nose. Steam laced with cotton candy sweetness curled through the dimness. Chunks of crystals simmered in heated ceramic bowls, producing bubbles and sickly fumes. Each table featured glass paraphernalia plugged with multiple hoses. Tendrils of pink smoke escaped from the pipe tips.

Pain pulsed in Blade’s forehead and his eyes watered. He sipped shallow breaths as he scanned the front parlour, counting four patrons slumped in the booths. Their hands grasped the tubes as if they were lifelines. Fools; it was death they courted.

A month ago, he’d rescued Maie Quickthistle from Gurezil’s clutches, sneaking her away while the tavern slumbered. When she’d surfaced from the drug’s grip she’d attacked him like a demented harpy, begging for her next fix. He responded by locking her inside a rented room, but she’d broken out the window and hightailed it back to the Crystal Tavern. After that failure, he decided to change his tactics.

A bartender slumped across the bar and ignored Blade as he slid into an empty booth and shuffled into the shadows. From here he had an unobstructed view of Gurezil’s office door and a ringside seat to the drama he knew was about to unfold. The next bog flower shipment was due within the hour, and he wanted to witness Gurezil Flintsunder’s reaction when he learned his entire crop had been destroyed. The poison had cost Blade his life’s savings but the wizard assured him that this would taint the bog for generations. With one application he’d wiped out the only source of Crystal Pink.

Half an hour later, boots thundered along the passageway and a man hammered his fists on the office door. “Boss, there’s a problem with the latest shipment.”

Gurezil flung the door open and stomped into the hallway. “If those imbeciles have stolen as much as one flower I’ll strip the flesh from their hides and feed it to the fairies.”

“There are no flowers.” The man held out a limp vine. “Something’s wrong with the whole patch.”

Gurezil snatched the vegetation out of the man’s hand, lifted it above his nose, and sniffed it. The blood vessels on his cheeks blazed beetroot. “Stinks of spoiled magic. There’s no time to waste, saddle up the horses and the wagons, we need to salvage what’s left.”

Blade stayed in the shadows until they disappeared outside. Whistling, he ascended the stairs two at a time before gently opening every door along the top corridor. A rush of stale air tainted with the drug’s signature sweetness filtered into the passage. Fairies dozed on bunks, oblivious to his presence as their minds languished in a hypnotic blur. He didn’t desire to be anywhere near Vape Town when their mass withdrawal kicked in. Dealing with one psychotic fairy was enough to test a man’s mettle.

He counted his blessing when he found Maie Quickthistle out cold, making it easier to transfer her onto Stormbolt’s saddle. As a precaution, he bound her hands together and checked her pockets for hidden daggers. Earlier, he’d prepared a campsite in the surrounding woods as he understood the next two days were going to be tough on the both of them.

If he’d known how sharp fairy teeth were he might have reconsidered this rescue plan. Bloody bite marks and grazes marred his forearm and face, and he was sure he was missing a piece of his ear. His ears throbbed from Maie’s constant shrieking, and he hoped she’d have no memory of all the things she’d offered him in exchange for a fix.

After a sleepless 48 hours, his eyes were redder than an addict’s and his thoughts foggy. Maie’s limbs contorted into a fetal knot and whimpers escaped her throat. She was quieter than earlier, but he kept his distance as she’d lured him into striking range before. He yawned and struggled to keep awake. Perhaps he’d snatch a moment’s rest.

Something fluttered against his cheek and Blade wrenched his eyes open. Tiny fairy wings whirred close to his face. He held still as Maie planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You saved me.” Lightness flooded Blade’s soul. “Of course, that’s what friends do.”

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