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Sci-Fi / Action Adventure

Date Published: 12-25-2024

Publisher: Freedom Thorn Press

 

 

When a corpse with webbed feet and other aquatic adaptations washes ashore
during a hurricane, the county medical examiner calls in marine biologist
Will Myers for assistance. The deceased’s mysterious sister, Andreia,
claims the body and asks Will to help figure out how her brother died. Will
and Andreia bond over shared tragedies and a yearning to heal a dying ocean
as they seek to learn how her brother spent his final days.

Andreia brings Will to her undersea home, part of a hidden civilization
inhabited by smugglers, hackers, treasure hunters, and traders—all
members of a different species, driven to the edge of extinction by human
diseases and climate change. As feelings between the two grow, the
investigation into her brother’s death leads to a sinister plot by a
fanatical cabal. Together, Will and Andreia must find a way to save both
humanity and the ocean without imperiling the existence of her
species.

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At the bottom of the dark, murky water, Andreia lay atop the sled. She pushed the power button and checked the indicator gauges to ensure everything was working properly. Once satisfied, she entered her starting and destination coordinates into the inertial navigation computer. It didn’t save any information when the power was turned off; while inconvenient, it prevented sensitive locations from falling into the wrong hands.  

She purged ballast water until the sled was neutrally buoyant and the skids lifted slightly off the bottom. Gripping the twist throttle and buoyancy control on the steering bar, she eased out of the mangroves and into the adjacent canal. Then she headed for home—her real home.

 

About the Author

T. C. Weber

As an ecologist who grew up diving and fishing in the Florida Keys, Mr.
Weber drew on his knowledge of the setting and relevant science to bring it
to life. His cyberpunk novel Sleep State Interrupt (See Sharp Press) was a
finalist for the 2017 Compton Crook award for best first speculative fiction
novel. Two sequels, The Wrath of Leviathan and Zero-Day Rising, followed, as
well as an alternate history novel, Born in Salt; a post-apocalyptic horror
novella, The Survivors; and a satire of local government, The Council. He
has also had numerous peer-reviewed scientific papers and book chapters
published. Mr. Weber is a member of Poets & Writers, the Science Fiction
& Fantasy Writers Association, the Horror Writers Association, and the
Maryland Writers Association.

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Historical Fiction/Paranormal Fiction

Date Published: March 11th, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

 

In 1890s Missouri, secrets are a matter of survival.

Clairvoyant Sarah Richardson screams as her older sister Katherine is
forced into a straightjacket and thrust into a carriage bound for the St.
Louis City Lunatic Asylum. She is devastated to learn Katherine has been
blamed for her inadvertent role in an abused woman’s murder. Now, too
frightened to speak up, she hides the truth that it should have been her in
that carriage. 

Sarah’s mounting guilt becomes too much, and she heads to St. Louis,
determined to regain her sister’s confidence and prove herself worthy
of forgiveness.

While working to heal their relationship, Sarah meets a timid housewife who
tries to hide her bruises. When troubling psychic visions of the woman begin
to affect her, she sees an opportunity to atone for her past mistakes.
Desperate to do whatever it takes to make things right, Sarah embarks on a
perilous journey that may cost her everything—including her own
life.

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“Do you girls know what that bird is?” Grandma Rose asked in a lilting voice, as if she was trying to mimic a bird’s song. I knew she wanted to lift our spirits.

Katherine ignored her and kept right on tugging to free the damp bed linen from the basket. 

I looked to where Grandma was pointing.  “I think it’s a wren. Is that right?”

She gave a slight smile and nodded, but her attention was on Katherine. “For such a little bird, they sure have big voices, don’t they? Say, have I ever told you girls about my favorite poem?”

Grandma had always been in love with birds, pointing them out here and there, trying to get us to identify them by sight or sound, so I had no doubt her favorite poem had something to do with them. 

I waited a couple seconds for Katherine to answer. When she didn’t, I said, “No ma’am. Is it about a bird?”

“Yes. It’s called ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ by an English poet named Mr. John Keats. It’s about a bird’s song so captivating, it eases someone’s suffering to the point they’re able to forget their troubles for a while. Isn’t that lovely?”

“Yes, it is,” I said. “My favorite bird is the hummingbird. They’re so fast and when the sun hits their feathers, their colors—” The sound of horse hooves beating the ground stopped me.

We turned our attention to the road. All three of us quit hanging laundry and looked out to see Daddy riding Jessie up to the house, followed by an unfamiliar horse and carriage. 

Grandma stepped out from behind the wash line. Her mist changed from bright to shadowy blue in a blink of an eye. “No, Charles,” she whispered.

“Katherine!” Daddy yelled as he alighted Jessie. The black carriage came to a stop. 

 “Charles, please!” Grandma screamed as she rushed over to Daddy. “Charles, don’t!” 

A heavy-set gentleman in a waistcoat and top hat dropped the reins and stepped down from the carriage. He opened the door and helped out two women in white dresses, and then walked over to Daddy. He said something I couldn’t make out. Daddy and the man started toward us. 

“Run!” I urged as I tried to pull my sister away. As Katherine took a couple of steps the men each grabbed an arm and lifted her off the ground, tearing my hand from hers. “Please don’t take her, please!” I begged. “Grandma, please don’t let them take her!” 

Grandma pulled at Daddy’s arm and dug her heels into the dirt. He yanked his arm away. When they got close to the nurses, the women held up a white garment with elongated arms and Katherine began to scream. Her body writhed as she wrestled to free herself from their grip. 

I ran over and tugged on Daddy’s arm. In the chaos, he jerked away from me, causing his elbow to hit me under my chin. I bit my tongue and reeled backward. The fat man’s top hat fell from his head as both men and nurses secured Katherine’s arms behind her back. One of the women reached into a bag and pulled out what looked like a piece of rolled up white cloth. Katherine’s pleading eyes were locked on mine as the woman placed the cloth into my sister’s mouth and tied it behind her head. Since she could no longer scream, I screamed for her. It sounded unearthly, as if it was coming from someone else, from somewhere else. 

Grandma grabbed me and held me so tight I could hardly breathe. We watched as they struggled to lift Katherine into the carriage. I squeezed my eyes shut as my sister’s guttural wail filled the air. When she was in, the women quickly entered the carriage and closed the door.

The portly man huffed as he bent over and snatched his dusty hat off the ground. He straightened and looked at Daddy. “She’ll be all right,” he said. He hoisted himself into the seat, took the reins, and slapped the backs of the horses.

I clung to Grandma, begging God to let this be a bad dream as the carriage rambled away. When it was no longer visible, I looked at Daddy. The sight of him crying angered me. I jerked away from Grandma and ran at him, my fists flying into his chest. “How dare you cry!” I yelled as I pounded over and over. “How dare you!” 

 

 

About the Author

Award-winning author Raquel Y. Levitt holds an MFA in creative writing and
a master’s degree in English. Her short stories have been published in
various anthologies and literary journals and reflect her passion for
writing about strong women finding their voice and their power. She is a
world traveler, an amateur nature photographer, and a collector of cool
rocks. Raquel and her husband live, work, and play in the Texas Hill Country
and Montana’s Bitterroot Valley. The Seer is her debut novel.

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Nostalgia City Mystery #5

Mystery

Date Published: 03-13-2025

Publisher: Archer & Clark

 

 

A public war between a governor and a theme park lights the fuse on a story
of hate groups, murder, corruption, racism, and political espionage.

Ex-cop turned theme-park cab driver Lyle Deming finds the body of a park
visitor during an LGBTQ event. The dead man catered gay weddings. Was it a
hate crime?

Arizona governor Rod Gudgel, running for reelection, calls it a random
shooting. He mocks Nostalgia City theme park for its inclusiveness, uses
homophobic and racist slurs, and later challenges the safety of its
rides.

Park CEO, “Max” Maxwell lambasts the governor’s prejudice and
insensitivity, and the fight is on—in public and undercover.  Maxwell
drafts Lyle to investigate the murder while Kate Sorensen, his 6’-2½” public
affairs VP, goes on the offensive in the media.

When an assault rifle attack kills and injures park employees demonstrating
for gay rights at a Gudgel campaign office, Nostalgia City mourns, and Kate
slams the governor’s unsympathetic response to the slaughter. While the FBI
and sheriff’s deputies investigate the crime, the governor redoubles his
efforts to regulate the park out of business.

Looking for a shooting suspect, Lyle gets a little too close to an armed
hate group—with a possible connection to the governor. His lady friend Kate
flies to Montana where she digs into the governor’s unseemly past uncovering
a trail of malfeasance dating back two decades and arousing Gudgel allies
who want to stop her at all cost.

With Lyle’s wry humor and Kate’s stick-to-itiveness the story moves quickly
as mysteries and subplots multiply and loop together threatening the park,
their relationship, and their lives.

 

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The Woke and the Dead – Mark S. Bacon

 

CHAPTER 43  

Lyle listened to Jim Croce singing “Time in a Bottle” as he accelerated. He wanted to get to the barbecue early to make it easier to meet people as they arrived. Apparently, a handful of other guys had a similar idea. 

Lyle parked in front of a broad adobe Southwest territorial style home. A gravel drive led around the side of the house and continued through heavy oak gates opened wide. Brick-bordered cactus gardens connected by narrow gravel paths circled the backyard that covered a half acre or more. In the middle, conversation groups of teak tables and chairs, shaded by umbrellas, surrounded a curving, lighted swimming pool. 

At the far side of the pool, a clutch of five men in casual clothes stood talking near a fire pit. As Lyle approached, his shoes crunching on the gravel, they all looked up and the conversation ebbed. The words, “I mean it, man,” died in the air. 

“C’mere Lyle.” The guy Lyle remembered as Ed, the wild Suburban driver, motioned to him.

Lyle recognized Wylie, the supervisor—and dead shot—from the shooting range. The man extended his hand.

“Lyle, I’m Wylie,” he said with his dimpled-chin smile. “We owe you a thanks for your quick thinking to help save Bobby’s life. Saved him from his own carelessness.”

“Jake and Ed helped. Took all of us to get him treated.” 

“Glad you could make it here tonight,” Wiley said. “You can meet the guys and find out about us. And about our mission for the country.”

“That’s why I’m here.” Lyle studied Wylie’s face, wondering if his name was an appropriate adjective.

“We tol’ him some about CB,” Ed added. 

Wylie pointed to a galvanized tub loaded with ice and beer in bottles. “Help yourself, Lyle.”

Floodlights along the edge of the house and around a ramada next to a large, smoking barbecue supplemented the setting sun. Lyle looked at the three other men in the group and introduced himself. For a moment he forgot where he was. The clink of glasses, the smell of meat searing on the grill, the light shimmering on the pool surface made him imagine a barbecue with guys who might be in the same bowling league, softball team, or Kiwanis Club. But they were hate group members, possibly killers. He tried to remember the faces.

Lyle wandered to the ice tub and helped himself. He planned to circulate and collect information—casually. His back to the fire pit, he set his beer bottle on a table. He pulled out his phone and, pretending to do something innocuous, he took several pictures of the group. Enlarged, the photos might provide decent mug shots. 

“Keeping up on Instagram?” a voice behind him said.

Lyle lowered his phone and turned it off in one motion. “Hey, Jake. You just come from work?” Lyle pointed to his shirt and tie.

“Yeah, working late on specs for a new commercial development. Citizens are worried about more traffic.” 

Lyle turned halfway round, looking at the grounds. “This is a beautiful place.”

“Wylie does all right. So you took the invitation to come.”

“I’m interested in the Cadre Brave and would like to know more. What are you guys concerned about?”

“I guess concerned is a good way to describe the group.”

“So help me understand. What’s wrong with the country? What does Cadre Brave want to change?” Lyle picked up his beer and held it in front of him.

“It’s like what Ed and I said the other day. We want to maintain American values. They’re slipping away. The values that our forefathers fought and died for. You think George Washington fought so drag queens could read books to students?”

Yes, exactly. He helped guarantee freedom of self expression. “Did they have drag queens then? The guys did all wear wigs.”

“Seriously, it’s what our heritage represents,” Jake said. “But today, values and priorities are shifting. Back in Washington and here. 

“Look, I’m not a racist, but can’t you see how our cities, our culture, are being diluted by the mass of immigrants, illegals?

 

About the Author

Mark S Bacon

My first three mysteries were published by Black Opal Books with my debut
novel earning recommendation from the American Library Association.

I started writing mysteries after a writing career in journalism and
marketing. Prior to my novels, Ether Books of the UK published a collection
of my flash fiction mysteries and many of my shorts have been published in
online literary magazines. During my business career I wrote two books for
John Wiley and Sons, one of which was a Library Journal Best Business Book
of the Year. I have an MA in journalism and a golden retriever.

I write the kind of mysteries I like to read.  I appreciate stories
with twists, turns, and puzzles which appeal to the head. But I also like a
mystery that appeals to the heart with a fast pace and challenges and
threats that put the protagonists in peril.

 

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Erotic Romance

Date Published: 11-25-2024

Publisher: Chocolate Cake Reads

 

 

On a trip that goes awry from the start,…

Vicky and Michelle, best friends since childhood, rented a cabin for a last
hurrah together before Michelle’s upcoming nuptials. The day of their trip,
Michelle receives an email with proof her fiance cheated on her. The two
women head to the cabin anyway to escape the chaos of a cancelled wedding.
Neither of them expected the cabin to already occupied by three sexy
guys.

Vicky’s snowed in with three hot guys…

When Michelle’s ex shows up unexpectedly to set the story straight and asks
to meet her at a nearby hotel, Vicky gets snowed in with the three men,
where things get even hotter! It starts out as happy fun times, but what
happens when none of them want to let go?

What else is she supposed to do to pass the time other than them?

 

Read “Tangled in Ribbons” to find out if they salvage their
friendships when jealousies, insecurities, and realities intrude in this
snowed in, why choose adventure.

 

This is fully consensual, why choose erοtic romance with MFMM and
limited MM action. For a list of sex
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Contains extensive explicit sexսal language.

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Chapter 5 

Taylor needed to go to his room. He needed alone time after seeing Vicky’s breasts bounce in her sweater every time she moved. It was clear to him she wasn’t wearing a bra, only one of those silky tank top things women sometimes wore under sweaters.

Her breasts swayed in a way that drew his attention, but her nipples were the real giveaway. They were so… pinched in the cold, winter air. It was a surprising challenge to keep his eyes from drifting back to her chest. He could spend hours staring at her breasts, but he wasn’t a creepy asshole, just a regular asshole.

Taylor liked breasts in general. He might describe himself as a breast man, though he found something to like in all women’s bodies. Most of the time, he gravitated towards lithe, lean women with perky, smaller breasts that fit snugly in his hands. Vicky’s were full and heavy, but it was hard to stop himself from staring. When her nipples poked out, it was hard to keep from groaning out loud. 

As soon as he got behind his closed door, he would revisit those tits in his mind. Within a few minutes, he’d release his cock from its prison. 

For now, he schooled his expression into the charming smile that generally convinced women to do whatever he wanted. It seemed to work, though he wasn’t quite sure why he was so invested in Cole’s little fling. 

It was difficult to believe they were talking about snowmobiles. All he could think about was how much he wanted to tit-fuck Vicky and then fuck her throat with his long cock. Taylor wondered about the color of her nipples and if they were big. They were probably big to go with her big tits. Fuck, she had great tits. He could imagine them wrapped around his cock as he— 

Fuck. He needed to pay attention and get his mind off her curvaceous body. Even if he did want to know what noises she made when he sucked on those tits. 

He had a brief flash of guilt before he squashed it. Vicky made her choice already, and she wasn’t his type anyway. Physically, she was curvier and rounder than the women he went for, but more than that, she was too… confident. Yeah, and too much in control. 

That reminder helped him clear his mind a little, and he tuned back into the conversation. Taylor reminded his friends about their scheduled plans, gave the women a reasonable suggestion they’d be stupid to pass up on, and spoke with his friends for a few minutes before they separated. At last, he was on the way to his room to let the beast out.

Cole was suspicious of his motives, and maybe he should be. Yeah, Taylor wanted Cole to get laid, but he would be lying if he said his interest in the voluptuous Vicky—ugh, he hated diminutive names, especially during sex—was entirely for his friend’s pleasure.

He walked casually to avoid drawing attention, and he reminded himself she was too sexually aggressive for his tastes. More power to her, but it wasn’t what he liked. He liked to be the one in control and had no interest in fighting for it with a woman. 

Even if it was far too easy to imagine this woman tied up with the holiday ribbons that decorated every damned shelf and stick of furniture in their rental. Christmas was a month away, but the cabin had everything but a Christmas tree. Hell, each of the four posters of his giant bed were wrapped in red ribbon to make them look like candy canes. He could think of better things to do with that ribbon. 

Once the thought appeared, all he could think about was her pale skin and long dark hair in contrast against the red ribbon. She’d look fucking gorgeous tied to his bed, her wrists bound in a festive bow and attached to one of the posts. That would be better than his favorite tie. He shut the door and leaned into his fantasy. 

Taylor would leave her legs unbound, but maybe another ribbon would work as a gag. Yeah, they’d need something to try to muffle the sounds he knew he could pull from her reactive body. She looked like she’d be a screamer, and he would make it his mission to draw as many screams out of her as she could give. 

But no blindfold. At least not the first time. He’d want to see her eyes as he demanded her orgasms. She’d watch as he teased her pussy and plucked at her nipples. He would toy with her body, bringing her to the brink again and again before her come filled his senses and coated his tongue.

The decorating ribbon was too thin to make a good sex aid, but no matter. He had a few lengths of Shibari rope in his suitcase. Though he hadn’t planned to seek out a holiday liaison, something spurred him to toss them in his suitcase at the last second.

Taylor wasn’t heavily invested in the BDSM scene, but he enjoyed bondage. He also knew more than basic and intermediate knots and harnesses. It appealed to his need to manage every aspect of sex, and he got off on the visual of a restrained or bound woman.

He was grateful he brought the rope, until he remembered Vicky had already chosen Cole. While he knew Cole wasn’t serious about her, he also knew his friend wouldn’t pursue a casual relationship lightly, regardless of what he said.

“Besides,” he reminded himself under his breath, “she’s not my type. Yeah, she’s sexy as fuck, but I want control, and she seems far too bossy. Unless she’s the type who needs someone else to take control and tell her what to do for a little while. Hmmm. That could work. She did seem damned stressed. I could ease her burdens for a while with my rope and my cock.”

Taylor grew harder the more he thought about Vicky tied to his bed and at his mercy. He imagined her big eyes, wide with excitement, as he explained the steps of the simple handcuffs he would make. His mind conjured the image of his dark red rope against her creamy, pale skin. Maybe he’d wrap her waist and luscious tits, too.  

His cock strained, and he palmed it through his pants as his thoughts stayed on her voluptuous breasts. He wasn’t used to this. Most of the women he fucked were thin and had smaller tits and ass, but Vicky looked like she’d be a handful. And her tits looked real, firm yet soft. Her nipples were prominent when she first entered the cabin the previous night, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.

And then there was Vicky’s ass. Taylor never obsessed about asses much at all, but hers made him reconsider. If her hands were tied to the bed, he’d have to make sure he could turn her over and fuck her from behind while he played with her round ass. Spanking wasn’t a favorite, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his red handprints decorating her pale globes.

“Damn it,” he grumbled as he unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock. 

Why was he thinking about her? He wouldn’t be able to fuck Vicky. If anybody was going to fuck her, it was Cole. And the guy needed it more than he did. Taylor would be stuck with his hand and imagination. However, his imagination was already filled with images of the sexy winter siren and what he would do with her, his ropes, and a few hours alone.

In his mind, Vicky stretched beautifully across his bed, with her perky breasts seductively and artfully wrapped by the soft cotton of his bondage rope. Her arms arched above her head, and she spread her legs to welcome him into her body. He gave her a carnal kiss before he gagged her with the shiny red ribbon adorning his headboard.

Now, he wouldn’t have to share her cries of ecstasy with the others.

He stroked himself as he envisioned teasing her skin with his hands, but right as he reached her dripping pussy, a knock sounded on his door. Startled, he shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped up. Taylor assumed one of his friends was on the other side of the door. 

To his surprise, the object of his fantasies stood in his doorway.

“Hi,” Vicky said in a chirpy voice as he swung the door all the way open, “I wanted to—” 

She smirked when her eyes landed on his erection, which grew harder the longer she stared at him. 

Instead of hiding his lower body behind the door, he stretched his arms above him and leaned his upper body into the door frame. His biceps tugged at the arms of his shirt while his erection pressed against the zipper he tugged only halfway up when she interrupted. 

Taylor knew it was a dick move, and he intended to intimidate her, but Vicky didn’t seem bothered at all. Instead, she licked her lips and dragged her eyes across his body. He hardened further as she caressed him with her heated gaze. Her smile turned coy.

“Why are you here?” he barked at her. 

He wasn’t a great guy, but he would never betray one of his oldest friends. Taylor needed her gone before his cock decided it was in charge.

“Huh? Oh, uh, I wanted to see if you were still willing to allow us to stay this week, or if it was a spur of the moment idea you’ve since regretted.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I’ll bet you are,” she purred. “I can help you with that problem you’ve got going on there,” she said as she nodded towards his crotch and licked her lips. 

He narrowed his eyes at her. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you flirting with me? I thought you and Cole already had a thing going.”

She shrugged and moved close enough to trace one of the buttons on his shirt. “We both know it’s nothing serious. It’s not like we’re in a relationship after making out for ten minutes. Both of us are free to pursue other opportunities.” 

“Does he know that?” 

Vicky beamed at him. “I like how much you care about your friend. I like it a lot, and I think I could like you a lot, too. We could have fun, too, you and I.” 

“Is Vicky your real name, or is it a nickname?” 

“It’s Victoria, but I go by Vicky most of the time outside of work. Why?” 

Taylor used his larger size to press her back against the door frame and leaned into her body. He grabbed the back of her neck and gently squeezed it before he bent his head until his mouth was inches from hers. His nose skimmed along her jawline and cheek in a deliberate fashion. 

Her mouth parted in preparation for his kiss, but he drew back instead. 

“Because, Victoria, you and I won’t be having any fun together until Cole knows the score. If he’s cool with sharing his toys, then you and I can explore this… heat between us.” 

Taylor brought the hand on her neck closer to her throat and stroked her soft skin. His other hand yanked her body closer to his. When he rubbed her against his straining erection, he also squeezed her neck. She let out a gasp which turned into a moan when he tightened his hold on her neck. Her eyes flared.

Vicky clutched his ass and pulled him tighter against her. He drew back again, and she whimpered in dismay. She tried to rub against his cock, and he pulled further away. 

“No,” he said in a stern voice. He watched her as he spoke. “If we do this, I call the shots. Not you. With those tits, I’m sure you’re used to getting your way, but I am, too. And I’m bigger, stronger, and willing to hold you down or tie you up to get my way.”

He smiled when her nipples beaded, and her breathing increased. She was excited about what he said, but he needed her words. 

“How does that sound to you? Would you be able to submit to me? Give yourself over to me? Do what I tell you to do?”

“What do you mean, exactly? Are you one of those Dom guys? Is this a BDSM thing?” 

She looked wary now. Good.

“Not really, no. It turns me on to be in charge, but I’m not into pain or serious discipline. Nothing hardcore. I like tying up my partners, telling them what to do”—his voice dropped, and he leaned closer to her—“and then sucking and fucking until they come so many times, they soak the bed.” 

She hissed a breath. 

“Oh, and a little choking and biting,” he said as he stroked the side of her throat. “Maybe some spanking, too. What do you think? Would you like that?”

Vicky’s eyes shone brightly as she let out another whimper. 

“Yes, yes, I like that idea a lot.”

“Then you know what you need to do. Talk to Cole and make sure it’s fine with him if you spend time with both of us. But make no mistake, Victoria,” he leveled a serious look at her, “if he’s not okay with it, you and I are not happening.”

 

About the Author

Penny Heart

I write sexy books about kissing, happy ever afters, and the drama in
between.

I live in the southern US with my husband, kids, and a cat who rules the
house. I spend way too much time on the computer, and only some of it is
looking at NSFW memes or reading romance novels.

 

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 For The Man You’ll Become

 

Inspirational Self-Help / Parenting

Date Published: 01-31-2025

 Publisher: Books to Hook Publishing, LLC.

 

 

 

A Mother’s Enduring Wisdom for Her Son.

Inspiration, Guidance, and Lessons for a Meaningful Life.

 

This heartfelt collection offers powerful truths, invaluable insights, and
practical lessons through anecdotes, personal reflections, and uplifting
stories. It’s a must-read for anyone seeking clarity, purpose, and
direction in life.

 

Discover how to:

– Grow Personally and Spiritually: Build self-awareness, make ethical
choices, and draw strength from faith.

– Strengthen Relationships: Foster lasting connections rooted in trust,
respect, and heartfelt communication.

– Overcome Challenges with Resilience: Turn adversity into opportunities
for growth.

– Navigate Life’s Transitions with Confidence: Thrive in every stage,
from career changes and leadership roles to family and
entrepreneurship.

– Live a Meaningful Life: Pursue passions, prioritize well-being, and
create a lasting legacy.

-Achieve Balance: Embrace the 4-Quadrants of Personal
Growth—spiritual, social, intellectual, and financial.

 

Whether you’re a son seeking guidance or a parent sharing wisdom,
this book is a powerful companion for navigating life’s uncertainties
and achieving greatness.

The perfect gift for sons, partners, friends, or anyone searching for
inspiration and guidance to live a meaningful life.

While no book has all the answers, this one provides a wellspring of hope,
support, and actionable inspiration.

From mother to son, these are life lessons every man needs.

A loving reminder: You are never alone, and you are capable of
extraordinary things.

 

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EXCERPT

“What if the only thing standing between you and a life of purpose is the person you see in the mirror? Before you can make your mark on the world, you must first understand what drives you, fuels your passion, and defines who you are. Without this deep self-awareness, you risk building someone else’s dream instead of your own.”

life lessons from Mom excerpt

About the Author

Amy Tan

Amy Tan is an accomplished business executive and award-winning author with
over twenty years of experience in corporate leadership and market expansion
across Southeast Asia. She holds a Business Administration degree from the
Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology and a Postgraduate Certificate from
the University of Nottingham.

Beyond her corporate role, Amy is a passionate storyteller, weaving her
diverse experiences into narratives that explore personal growth,
resilience, and transformation. Her recent book, Revisiting the Depths –
Overcoming Fear and Finding Peace, which won the Literary Titan Gold Book
Award, recounts her emotional and spiritual journey as she overcomes a
long-held fear of the ocean through diving.

Amy’s latest book, Life Lessons from Mom: For the Man You’ll
Become, is a thoughtfully crafted guide that offers practical wisdom on
navigating life’s challenges, cultivating meaningful relationships,
and building a legacy of love. She is also the author of Doing Business in
ASEAN and China: An Ultimate Guide to Doing Business, which showcases her
expertise in regional economic integration.

Having lived in Malaysia, Thailand, the Philippines, and Indonesia, Amy
brings a rich, cross-cultural perspective to her writing, inspiring readers
to overcome challenges and make positive changes. Her work highlights the
powerful impact of storytelling on personal and professional
development.

 

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