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Sloppy Virtual Book Tour

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Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Coming of Age


Release date: January 11th, 2022

Classic preacher’s kid, Roxanne felt like the oddball in her environment.

By age 22, she found herself compromising and settling in various avenues of her life- including love.

Will Roxanne be brave enough to end her relationship with a man who ails her? Will she take the path towards her purpose no matter how sloppy it looks? Or will she allow the world and her family to dictate right and wrong?

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When I saw Tori’s beads at the ends of her braids sway back and forth to Biggie Smalls’, “One More Chance,” I knew I wanted to share my Play-Doh with her. Her deep brown skin shimmered as she smiled. Her grin, devoured by her deep dimples, made my fingers feel jittery as she cackled at my multi-colored LEGO house. I remembered switching my head to the right and eyed my overnight bag. 

“What?” Tori grinned. 

“I got you something, Tori,” I replied. 

“What is it?” 

She pounced up. Eyes wide and her beads jiggling as she swayed in anticipation. 

I crawled over to my bag and rummaged for my two jars of Play-Doh. I pulled out both jars and held them in the air. 

“Hey, can I have some, Roxy?” 

“Of course. That’s why I took it out. It’s for you. Here.” 

I bent over, pushed a jar towards her direction and watched her squeal. She knelt, placed both arms in front of our LEGO houses, and slid them back. With one quick swoop, she grabbed the jar once it reached her rainbow socks. I watched as her toes wiggled flamboyantly. I crawled to her side and opened my jar as well. 

“Let’s make stars, Tori.” 

She closed the Play-Doh and gently placed it on the beige carpet. She wrapped one arm around me and pressed her lips against my cheek and held them there for a while. I’m pretty sure that my heart leaped to the top of my mouth. 

“Thanks, Roxy. Yeah, let’s make stars.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a star, Tori.” 

Her mother swung Tori’s bedroom door open. “Ya’ll are both 8-year-old girls, not stars. Jesus is the star. He’s the risen King and our everything. Now come in this here bathroom and wash ya’ll hands. Ya’ll been playing in here with this door closed, ya’ll ain’t hear me callin’ ya’ll. I dun’ called ya’ll five times. Dinner is ready. Hurry up and wash ya’ll hands so we can all say Grace. Everybody is downstairs.” 

We shuffled past her and skipped down the hallway to the bathroom. 

As our hands wrestled each other in the water, our giggles alarmed Tori’s Mama. 

“Stop all that playin’ ‘round and get down here,” she hollered from the bottom of the stairs. 

We both looked at each other in the mirror and snickered. 

Tori had the same kinky coils as mine. Our parents refused to allow us to relax our hair. 

I rubbed my hands together and watched the bubbles overtake my little fingers. I felt sprinkles of water hit my face. I looked at the back of Tori’s head as she buried her hands into the brown hand towel that was on a wooden rack. I quickly flicked a soapy hand in her direction, and she flinched. I rinsed off and waited for her to step aside so I could dry my hands too. 

“Oh yeah,” she said as she spun around to face me. She pressed her lips to my right cheek. It felt as though a fluffy teddy bear patted my cheek. She skipped out the bathroom, and her footsteps rumbled down the stairs. 

I was frozen until Tori’s mother exclaimed, “Little girl, don’t have us eatin’ cold food. Get your butt down here!” 

I hurriedly dried my hands as my smile remained plastered on my face for the rest of the evening. 

The following morning, when my Mama was on her way to pick me up, Tori and I waited in the living room. As we watched cartoons on the couch, I finally returned the kiss back. I remember the dent my lips felt upon reaching her cheek. I liked her dimples. 

A week later, Sunday morning, Mama was preaching about the right kind of love that men and women of God should pursue. We were members of Holy Ghost Saints of Mt Ararat for All Nations in East New York, Brooklyn. I felt up and down the soft, fuzzy fabric until one of the deacons, sitting next to me, grabbed one of my hands with a tight grip. I squealed. I looked up at him and pressed my lips tightly together, hoping he’d let me go. He nodded, tilted my chin up, and raised my pressed lips. He gave me a you -better-not act-up- in-the-House-of-God face in return. 

He whispered, “Listen to your mother preach and stop the fidgeting with your clothes before you mess them up. She paid good money for that skirt. Act like a god-fearing young lady.” 

I looked down and felt my skirt again. I jolted my head back up and looked to my left to see Tori’s smile. Her eyes were looking at my own and I knew what was next. As she slid off the pew and dug into her mother’s church bag on the ground, I went into my little purse. I looked up at Deacon Brown and smiled at his fixation on my mother. 

Eyes still on his gray beard, with every breath I slid my jar of Play-Doh out until it sat on the pew with me. One leg crossed over the other, I shifted my body slightly towards the left towards Tori’s direction. I coughed twice as I opened the small jar of mushy goodness. Tori did the same as she yawned her Play-Doh jar open. She shaped hers into a purple heart. I nodded and shaped mine into a blue diamond. I lifted it up a few inches and raised my chin to her. She raised her purple heart and paused, then slid back to the floor and into her mother’s bag to grab a pen. She scribbled on the Play-Doh heart and looked up at me. 

Her mother yanked her right leg towards her hip and muttered into her ear. Tori’s head lowered as she cupped the heart in her hand. Her mother pinched her thigh and retrieved the pen. Her mother looked at me and pierced my chest open with her eyes. Her hand levitated and motioned attention to watch my mother. I looked forward. 

My mother was a regal woman, faithfully has the fragrance of Perry Ellis 360 lingering way after she leaves. 

The clicking of her heels sounds like elegance with a hint of fierceness lingering on the bottom of her shoes. She smiles when talking about Jesus and how proud she is of me when I do anything related to God. With one look, she can pin me down and close up my throat. She’s the authority even when she’s absent. Her voice booms even when she’s calm, and she cooks as though her parents discovered spices. Beverley, my mother, was the first woman to become ordained in our church. My Mama is fierce. My Mama is strong. My Mama terrifies me. 

“Don’t let that Devil tell you that you need to look elsewhere!” 

My eyes followed my Mama’s hand as she snatched the Bible from the podium stand and raised it in the air. 

“Everything you need is right here in this book; you ain’t got to look no further. That includes love.” 

She placed the book down and walked away from the podium. She scanned the congregation and took a deep breath. 

“How to love and who to love. That’s right: who. Some people sittin’ in these pews right now got a boyfriend at home, and they a man themselves. Some women sittin’ up in these pews have lady lovers at home.” 

She went down the two carpeted steps from the podium and walked forward. 

“I’m here to tell you that even though God is love, homosexual relations ain’t love. The sun needs the moon and man needs woman. You can love your neighbor as you love yourself, volunteer at the soup kitchen and talk to God every day. But if you out here lusting the same sex, the altar is where is you have to be because that is not of God. But that’s alright, because our God is a deliverer. Our God is a healer.” 

The entire congregation stood on their feet and clapped. A few shouted “Hallelujah!” while my head sank and my body slumped into the pew. “You better preach it this morning, Minister Patton!” Deacon Brown shouted. 

Mama marched back up the two steps and returned behind the podium. She scooped up her reading glasses and pushed them onto her face. Mama’s owl eyes gazed down at the Bible as she flipped through the pages before continuing, “Let us turn to 1 Corinthians 6:9-10, and then I want you place a pen at 1Timothy 1:9-10…” 

I knew my Mama saw me and Tori just now with our Play-Doh. I mouthed the scriptures to myself as she read them to the congregation. I’d written them down ten times on a notepad for punishment after I told her that I wanted to marry a pretty girl and have lots of babies. Tori was forbidden to spend the night at my house after Mama caught us holding hands a little longer than we should have been. 

“Saints, I want you know that it’s just a sin like everything else. Greed, lust, lying, whoremongering and homosexual relations, all sin. Ain’t none bigger than the other. Yes, saints, it does matter who you love.” 

She turned her head and squinted her eyes towards me. 

“An abominable act is an abominable act no matter how nice, kind, and sweet you are. But there is deliverance.” 

After the church service ended, Tori made a mad dash to me and put my heart in her bag. 

“Here,” she said as she smiled. 

I showed her my creation and said, “Look. I made it cause you’re a diamond. You can keep it.” 

She wrapped her arms around me and giggled. 

About the Author

Jasmine Farrell,

Jasmine Farrell, from Brooklyn, NY is a freelance writer and author. With poetry being her first love, she has published three full-length poetry collections: My Quintessence (2014), Phoenixes Groomed as Genesis Doves (2016), Long Live Phoenixes (2018). She released a poetry series that included three micro collections titled, The Release Series (2020). She recently published her debut novel, Sloppy (2022).

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Gatekeepers of Eden Virtual Book Tour

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Book 4 of the Father of Contention series

Science Fiction / Fantasy


Date Published: 10-01-2021

Publisher: Tellwell Talent

After tragedy strikes the United States Capitol, a new government seizes control backed by an elite army brutally enforcing its new set of laws. Terror rapidly spreads throughout the nation, and then globally, as people fight back to preserve what’s most important to them . . . their freedom and their beliefs.

One puppet master holds the strings with two distinct objectives in mind: destroy the Christian population and obtain immortality for himself and his loyal followers.

To locate what he covets most, a motley cast of felons is hand-selected and sent to a remote island facility. Pooling their talents and resources, the group of ex-cons must find one of the most elusive, ancient wonders of the world. Or die trying.

But they are not alone on their quest. The map and the key to achieving immortality accompanies the group: teenager Dani Juris. She’s the one person who can help the puppet master reach his prize or prevent him and his army from destroying the world. The power is in her hands. The only glitch is that she’s already dead.

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Chapter 1

A quarter of a mile from the White House in Washington, D.C.,

Vice President Dean Ryzer waited in a discreet location—the

overstocked storage room in the bar of his half-sister Lou Lou—for

his handler to arrive. Nobody would know of this meeting, not even

Lou Lou; he made sure of that. He killed her yesterday. A “Closed

for Renovations” sign was hung on the entrance door that afforded

them all the privacy they would need to complete the transaction.

Normally not a violent man, things had dramatically shifted

in the last year. The VP lived with renewed purpose, and nothing

would interfere with the task he was given. It was a revolution of

sorts in which he played a vital role, although the credit would be

doled on someone else. An unsuspecting pawn who would take

the fall for Ryzer’s genius.

There were several missions concurrently planned, with all

of them intricately balanced upon each other, like a complicated

game of Jenga. But he felt his mission was the most important

piece in the puzzle. Without this next strategic move, all the other

plans would fail.

And they could not fail.

A light rapping at the back door made his heart skip a beat:

three consecutive taps, a pause and then one last tap. The code they

had agreed upon. Vice President Ryzer unlocked the deadbolt and

ushered in a tall woman with a floral-patterned shawl draped like

a cowl, meant to keep her face obscured. But once the door was

closed and the lock reengaged, she unravelled the cloth, revealing

a f lawless, cream-coloured complexion, and blond hair scraped

back into an austere bun taut enough to pull the wrinkles smooth

around her stone-cold blue eyes.

Through plump lips coated in blood red lipstick, the woman

greeted the VP and took a seat by a tower of liquor boxes. He

stood awkwardly in front of her. Not only her beauty caused him

to feel inferior, but her demeanour and level of power within the

organization reminded him that he was less important than he

had foolishly deigned to think, and if one tiny error occurred, he

would be squashed beneath her Louboutins with zero remorse.

Someone else would swiftly take his place.

“Do you have the money?” the VP asked. He remained standing

in the vain attempt to puff up his stature, looking down his nose at

her for a change, at least in a physical sense. The woman was cruel

and bitter, even before they “changed”—a friend of her father’s,

he had known her for years, witnessed many a tirade—yet it was

impossible to deny his attraction for the blond, even though he

feared her. Or perhaps that’s what added to his desire. He wanted

her in the way that a man wants what he can’t have. His handsome,

cleanshaven face, expensive black suit, and silk tie, thick, wavy black

hair perfectly arranged, were all lost on the woman. She couldn’t be

less interested in him. That snake would not be charmed.

She was there for one reason. Complete the mission.

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Lanie Mores

Lanie Mores is the award-winning author of the science fiction and fantasy book series, Father of Contention. She has an Honours Bachelor of Science Degree, a Masters Degree in Clinical Psychology, and is a certified hypnotherapist and personal trainer. An active member of the Canadian Authors Association, Lanie enjoys sharing her perspectives through her fictional novels and poetry. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find her reading, binge-watching Netflix, baking, and slaughtering zombies and other monsters on her Xbox. She lives in Ontario with her family and forever barking fur babies, Batman and Petri.

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7 Benefits of FIA’s for Retirement Virtual Book Tour

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Retirement is a Rollercoaster, Are You Prepared to Enjoy the Ride?



Date Published: September 2, 2021

Publisher: Mindstir Media

Imagine you are on a rollercoaster. The slight nervousness when you are in line waiting to board. The feeling of anticipation as you “clank, clank, clank” your way up to the top of the first peak, and then the rush of adrenaline as you accelerate through a feeling of freefall down the rails, followed by a jarring hard left turn followed by a jarring hard right turn. All this to stimulate your sense of danger and to create a true “thrill ride.” The enjoyment of a rollercoaster can only be achieved when you know and trust that you are safe throughout the entire experience. If there was ever any doubt that you were safe, you wouldn’t even think about riding.

Retirement for many Americans can be like a rollercoaster. We experience the ups and the downs, the jarring turns, and the panic-inducing plummets. However, we have no guarantees and no trust that we are going to be taken care of, so it creates fear and not enjoyment. Is that how we want our retirement to go? Does this sound like a “fun ride”?

Fortunately, you have a choice how you want to experience retirement. For most of us, we don’t want it to feel like a rollercoaster, and for good reason! For those who want to feel some of the ups and not the downs, there is a solution, and that solution is a Fixed Indexed Annuity.

7 Benefits of FIAs for Retirement is a holistic and easy to understand retirement readiness book. It is written to benefit both consumers and professionals. This start to finish retirement education is concise and effective and is a must read for every American.

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Investor Advisor Representative (CRD #7201706) CEP, RICP, WMCP & National Social Security Advisor Certificate Holder, Sean A. Ruggiero’s focus is on helping consumers, agents and agencies with holistic retirement readiness through the use of evolving FIAs, education, training and software. Sean’s expertise includes retirement income planning, wealth management, SaaS, insurance, credit, automotive, mortgage and finance verticals. Voted by Life Health Pro as one of “Top 20 Most Creative People in Insurance” for 2015. DIA award winner in 2016 Barcelona. Listed Top 100 InsurTech Startups by Digital Insurance Agenda 2016-2018. Marketing consultant for two of the top 60 insurance companies in the United States. Founder of, a non-profit dedicated to the awareness of alternatives to the stock market in retirement. Author of “7 Benefits of FIAs for Retirement”.

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A Pony Named Winds of Spring Virtual Book Tour

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Date Published: December 17, 2020

In the follow up to her debut children’s book Mom, I Want a Pony, Lois Poster continues to follow Jennifer and Windy through the exciting ups and downs of the training process. Perfect for children and parents alike, A Pony Named Winds of Spring is an entertaining and educational tale of a young girl and the pony she loves.

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Zoey the Zebra Meets Lexi the Lion Blitz


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Children’s Fiction


Date Published: July 29, 2021

Will Zoey become lunch?What happens when a Zebra meets a Lion? Does the Zebra run? Does the Lion win? Find out what the future holds when this unusual pair meet for the very first time.This book will help your child realize we are better together… Our differences make us stronger!


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Jennifer Daly

Jennifer lives every day with all things that sparkle. She is a girl Mom of two angels, Zoey and Lexi, and has been married to her hot firefighter husband, Daniel, since 2007. The Team Daly four-pack resides in the Dallas, Texas area with their hairy, 90 lb. German shepherd, Duke, who thinks he is a lap dog. Jennifer is a master level Certified Life Coach with an MBA, and founder of Cheering On Moms where she utilizes her background to encourage Moms to pursue their dreams. Jennifer knows she must walk the talk, so she stretches herself through pageantry and is the current 2021 Mrs. Diamond Universe, 2021 Mrs. Collin County, and held the title of 2018 Mrs. North Texas. Cheering from middle school through the professional level, Jennifer knows God has called her to keep cheering and specifically encouraging those in their faith! You can find her at and @Cheer.Daly everywhere else.

Hailey Nelson is an artist and illustrator. She is the owner of Wild North Illustrated, LLC, an illustration and fine art company. Her illustrations and designs are inspired by nature and focused on providing beautiful artwork to authors, readers, and art lovers around the world. Hailey is a married mother of three boys living in western Wisconsin, where she enjoys spending time outdoors with her family. You can find Hailey at –This text refers to the hardcover edition.

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