Friday, 24 June 2022

122 Surprising Movie Star Stories Blitz



Movie Star Story Collection, Entertainment, Celebrities


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122 (& 13 more bonus) positive and unusual stories of movie stars from mostly the 1960's & 70's.

Most of these stories would have been lost if not captured here. They came from out-of-print autobiographies & interviews on talk shows. Read about your favorite stars in fascinating situations, that shows them in a positive light.


About the Author

Paul Kyriazi directed seven feature films, including the award-winning Forbidden Power (2018). He's the writer/producer of five full-cast audio books with Rod Taylor, Robert Culp, David Hedison, James Darren, Henry Silva, Russ Tamblyn & George Chakiris. He created the Live the James Bond Lifestyle seminars.


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Thursday, 23 June 2022

Circle of Roses Blitz



The Mystery of Frankenstein's Bride Series


Date Published: 06-24-2022

Stopping the unstoppable is what Rose Cortez does best.

Terra, Frankenstein's ex, is using the old electric machine to bring the dead back for fun now. After running into zombies her old psychic Rose must do something about the machine Frankenstein's Bride can't give up. Is there a way to get the machine away from her and her terror of lurking zombies? Rose and her band of psychics find out when one of them is found dead.

Rose is a powerful psychic detective and ghost hunter. Revenge is what she wants after the death one year ago of her husband. Now her psychic comrade is dead too and she's had enough. Terra's second life can't last forever. The way to stop her is not so easy!


Fern was excited as she wanted to start immediately. “I’ll be there first thing in the morning!”


As soon as Rose opened the doors to the shop the next morning, Fern arrived with boxes of things she needed for readings. She started calling herself a psychic reader and ghost buster and had cards made up. Within a few days, her business was booming, and the other two psychics joined the team. Rose kept her eyes open for Terra and her zombies but didn’t see any until one evening when she and Fern were alone in the shop and they heard a moan and then a dog barking. “I’m sure I heard a zombie,” Rose said. “What has Terra been up to?”

They ran to the window and looked out. There were three long-dead zombies walking down the street to Terra’s house. The two of them looked at each other, then ran into the bathroom and locked the door. “I’m gonna get to the bottom of this,” Rose whispered.

“How can I help?” Fern asked.

“This will be more difficult than a reading. They must be destroyed. Do you know how to kill zombies?” she asked.

“Yes, just shoot them in the head,” Fern answered.

Rose nodded. “Terra won’t go easy. I want to get that galvanism machine from her. It’s in her shed right now, but this will take more than one person. Maybe Lily and Violet will help.”

“And you can’t just call the police. They won’t believe you.”

“When I looked at her through the window the other day, she was different. Old and deader looking. Who knows how long she will last undead?”

“She can’t be that hard to destroy, then,” Fern said.

“I’ll see what my crystals can do. If anything.”


The three zombies sat in Terra’s backyard. Her galvanism machine was plugged into her backyard outlet as her creepy old mansion did not have a garage. The zombies then approached the machine and one of them bent the wire back that conducts electricity. Terra did a back-bend and her face wrinkled. “You stupid heap!” She stood up and straightened the wire. Looking a little younger, she brushed the zombies away from the machine as her long gray hair blew in the wind. The neighborhood dogs were barking now and she rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I should lock this thing away,”she said to herself. Then to the zombies, “Curiosity killed the cat! No, I think I’ll lock you away.” She grabbed a pole and started pushing them toward the shed but the zombies managed to grab it out of her hands. They began to hit her with it until she backed into the shed and then they locked her in!

Terra flipped on the shed light, trying to think happy thoughts. She sat down and remembered things about her childhood. Like her father cutting down the Christmas tree and ice skating with her cousins while her mom watched. Thoughts of fireplaces and hot chocolate always warmed her. Zombies were afraid of fire, not her. The fear made her realize the zombies obviously knew her weakness. They could kill her with the machine or by leaving her in the shed.

She created them hoping they would be like Frankenstein, but they never were. Frankenstein was evil at the start. There would never be another. She heard the zombies shuffle away and wondered, How long will I last?

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Martha has studied writing with Writer's Digest.  She is the author of many short stories and books and still likes getting writing prompts.

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A Kind of Hush Blitz


Literary Fiction, Mystery

Publisher: Imagery Lit

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A Kind of Hush explores whether there is a gray area between right and wrong. The Mackie family is enjoying a June outing at a rugged park near their Buffalo, New York home when tragedy strikes. One parent survives along with their teenage daughter and seven-year-old son found hiding in the woods. Was this a horrendous accident or something more heinous, and if so, whodunnit and whydunit? A mantle of ambiguity – a kind of hush – hangs between the survivors like a live grenade without its pin as each one deals with the circumstances and revelations surrounding the incident.

A Kind of Hush is one of five finalists in the 16th annual National Indie Excellence Awards contest in the highly competitive mystery category.


Chapter 1

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

BUFFALO, NEW YORK. Gabriel Mackie had just celebrated his fourth birthday the first time he visited the whisper room, a windowless enclave with lavender walls brimming with daydreams, obscured from reality. All he knew for certain was that his older brother, Griff, nicknamed Boo, was gone. His bedroom at the end of the long hallway had been transformed into a guest room with ecru lace duvets instead of the blue and white pinstriped spreads covering the twin beds. Vanished were his toy box and New York Yankee American League pennants that had plastered the walls, replaced by paintings of water lilies and wheat fields. A stray tear trickled down Gabe’s cheek when he remembered Boo’s curly blonde hair and how he snorted when he laughed. Silence is deafening and the Mackie household screamed heartbreak.

Tree branches dipped in the wind tossing shadows across the windows heralding a tempest gathering force. Matt sipped his coffee and thumbed through last night’s restaurant receipts. Summer, lost in her on own thoughts, mindlessly poured herself a refill with one hand while twirling a strand of hair with the other. Gabe tiptoed to the kitchen doorway, jumping back when he heard his mother slam her fist on the counter.

“It’s Willa’s fault Griff is gone,” her voice stringent and tight. “Tickling him while he sucked on a gumball, for God’s sake. I trusted her to take care of him for fifteen minutes—fifteen damn minutes—while I picked up Gabe from a birthday party. He couldn’t find his shoes . . . I would have been home sooner and maybe . . . I love my daughter, but . . . She knew to call 911 in an emergency . . . Why the hell didn’t she?”

Matt shook his head. “Summer come on . . . you’ve got to quit blaming her,” his voice rising an octave in frustration. “You’re as responsible as Willa.”

Summer turned her back to her husband shielding the wounds caused by his words.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” regret echoed in his apology. “I’m so sorry . . . Please, we don’t need to be playing this blame game. . . .”

“I guess it’s too much to ask for you to understand what I’m going through, Matt. What part of my daughter killing our son don’t you get?”

“Honey, you’re overreacting. . . .”

They both turned as Gabe scampered into the room dragging a stuffed elephant by its trunk.

“Mommy, did Willa find where Boo’s hiding? Quackers and me wanna play next . . . you count to ten and say ready-or-not, here I come . . . okay?”





About the Author

JoDee Neathery is a firm believer that dreams do come true with the release of her debut award winning novel, Life in a Box, in July 2017 asking the question, how much would you sacrifice to hide a secret? A few colorful characters were plucked off her family tree, encasing their world inside fictional events to create her literary novel.

The idea for her latest novel, A Kind of Hush, appeared in the middle of the night with the profile of the young boy and the first few sentences scratched out on the every-present notepad on the nightstand beside her bed. “I didn’t know the whole story, but I knew that whatever I wrote next, this young lad had to play a major role in the narrative and Gabriel Edward Mackie doesn’t disappoint.”

JoDee was born in Southern California moving to Midland, Texas at the age of five. Her professional career began in the banking industry moving into public relations executive recruiting until relocating to East Texas where she experienced more opportunities to write and enjoys a byline, Back Porch Musings, a lighthearted view of life in general, in an area newspaper. Her dream “job” has been chairing and writing minutes and reviews for the community book club, Bookers, for eighteen years and it was those members that championed her novel writing journey. “They believed in me before I did.”

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Maddie Bloom & the Fae Academy by Emily Jenkins blitz


Maddie Bloom & the Fae Academy
Emily Jenkins
Publication date: June 21st 2022
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Welcome to Fae Academy, where if the Sluagh Sidhe lurking in the woods doesn’t get you, the homework just might…

Maddie Bloom is dreading sophomore year. Not only is her mom’s mysterious illness getting worse, but it’s also a brand-new year of her longtime bully to look forward to. Because who doesn’t love getting swirlies in the newly renovated girls ’bathroom? But then the accident happens. The one where she’s escaping said bully and accidentally summons a magical portal that drops her right into the foyer of a literal castle.

That’s when the big reveals start…

  1. Faeries exist.
  2. Maddie is half-fae. Which is how she ended up in Figstern’s Academy for Excellence, aka Fae Academy.
  3. And Maddie’s uncontrolled magic? It’s slowly poisoning her mom.

When she’s given the chance to stay and learn to control her gifts to save her mom, the choice is clear. But Maddie’s not exactly welcome at Fae Academy. Bullies exist even in the magical world, and don’t get her started on the vindictive hobgoblin or the disgraced prince of the Autumn Court.

Still, not all is what it seems at Fae Academy. And the more Maddie digs, the more secrets she uncovers. Secrets that could threaten her life, her mother’s life, and the future of the fae world itself.

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I flipped onto my back, spitting mulch from my mouth. I was seconds from pushing myself into a sitting position when the ground vibrated beneath me, courtesy of Sam’s rapidly approaching footsteps. Her bloodlust rippled through the air; that’s how excited she was to have me where she wanted me.

Get up! My inner voice yelled at me.

I listened, but instantly regretted it. Sharp pain shot through my torso from the impact of the fall, and my stomach lurched as Samantha leered down at me. She was way too close for comfort – to where I could distinguish freckles from blemishes.

I swallowed, heat rising to my face. I had a feeling my life was about to flash before my eyes.

But before I could reflect on the short, uneventful fifteen years that I’d walked this Earth, I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye.

I turned my head sideways, and a strange warmth spread over my body, engulfing me from head to toe.

To my left, the air was… shimmering.

I blinked. Once, twice, a third time, but it was still there. A twinkling, transparent curtain swaying in mid-air and luring me in. Calling for me. I’m not exaggerating, either.

I swear it was chanting my name repeatedly.

Meanwhile, in front of me, Sam was preparing to pounce like a predator.

Without thinking, without understanding what was going on, I dodged, rolling toward the strange, glistening air to my left. And somehow, the space swallowed me whole, swooping me out of the playground and away from Sam’s clutches just as she reached out to make good on her promise to make me pay for forcing her to run.

I caught one last glimpse of her stunned face.

And then she disappeared from my view.

Or was it me who disappeared?

Whatever the case, the world as I, Maddie Bloom, knew it, was gone.

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Hi, my name is Emily Jenkins. I'm a high school student and wrestle, and I also happen to be the USA National East Coast Jr Teen! After writing a children's book about bullying in 2020 (Wrestling Girl Takes Down Bullies), I was inspired to keep creating stories—which is how the Maddie Bloom series was born.

In my free time, I love collecting socks, cooking, and sewing clothes for my dog.

He tears them up. It sort of breaks my heart. I sew more.

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Wednesday, 22 June 2022

Blood On Their Hands Blitz


Legal Thriller

Published: February 9, 2022

Publisher: Precipice Press

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A lawyer defends a young Black man who was brutally assaulted by two bigoted police officers and discovers a deeper conspiracy that endangers his life.

Hiram Garbuncle is a veteran criminal defense attorney—as well as a racist, miserly alcoholic. His life revolves around hoarding money, following sports, pursuing sex, drinking—and the prideful practice of law.

Alec Monceau is a Black man working to support his daughter’s family in Trinidad. It is 2008, and his car carries an Obama bumper sticker. This political advertisement leads to a superfluous traffic stop and a brutal beating by police.

It goes against Garbuncle’s grain to defend a Black man from a charge of violently resisting arrest, but he is so confident of winning that he is negligent in the jury selection, and a mistrial occurs. He then discovers incriminating evidence on the two cops, and his new challenge becomes how to keep himself and his client alive pending a new trial.

BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS words) is a legal thriller that borrows themes from the movies Gran Torino and My Cousin Vinnie. It relies on the author's experience as a newspaper reporter who once covered a Ku Klux Klan meeting.


The overhead lighting bounced off Garbuncle’s face, which glowed with after-shave lotion. His straight, graying hair was slicked back from a receding hairline. He wore a bright yellow leisure suit a la the nineteen-seventies, pressed and neat except for a small red wine stain on a lapel. A fire-engine-red shirt and royal-blue tied completed his ensemble. Glistening black patent leather shoes competed with his face for reflection of the ceiling lighting.

Garbuncle motioned for Alec to rise, and pointed to the witness stand. Alec walked with a hesitant gait, glancing to his right at the six-member jury.

“Now, Alec, I want you to tell the court what happened on the evening of April eighteen that led to your arrest.” Alec wore an anxious look, and Garbuncle said, “Go ahead, Alec. You may speak.”

                    “I drive west on Lake Worth Road, go home from Computer Freak. I work dere.”

                    “Excuse me, Alec. What time of day was it?”

                    “About forty-five minutes after 7 o’clock.”

                    “Was it beginning to get dark?”

                   “Yes, but not all da way.”

                    “So it was about as dark as you? Never mind, that was a joke.” A broad smirk.

                    Judge Crabtree jerked his head back, staring with eyes wide. Alec had a blank look.

                    “Tell us what happened next,” said Garbuncle.

                    “I see red light in back mirror, den I hear police car.”

                    “You mean you heard a siren?”

                    “Yes, dat it. I forgot what it called. I know should drive right side of road, but no can move. Cars in dat lane. I go slow, and when cars past, drive to right lane. Police car come behind me. I turn onto road at corner, go past water on side, den park. I get out. Police park car behind. One walk to me. He ask me why I no move over quick. I say no can, cars dere. He hit me on head wid stick.”

                    “Do you mean his billy club?”

                    “Dat what it called? Yes, club—long, narrow.”

                    “Tell me which of those two men sitting at that table”—Garbuncle turned back toward the defense table and pointed—“which one struck you.”

                    Alec pulled his shoulders in and hesitated. Garbuncle could see the fear in his client’s face.

                    “It’s all right. He can’t hurt you now. You need to tell us which one struck you.”

                    “Dat strong man, tall. Young.”

                    Garbuncle pointed to him. “You mean that one? Larry Pickens?”


                    The cop’s face was impassive.

                   “Did Officer Pickens say anything to you?

                    “Yes. He yell at me I resis’ arres’, and he teach me lesson.”

                    “What happened next?”

                    “Den oder policeman come from police car, say I need fix back light, no put Obama sticker on bumper. I try tell him get light fixed tomorrow. He hit me in stomach wid club. I no can breat’. Oder policeman hit me wid club back of neck.” He placed his hand just above his shirt collar.

span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">                    “I fall on ground. Dey put handcuffs on me, pull me up. Hurt very bad. Dey injure my shoulder. I wear ting for arm two weeks.”

                    “Do you mean a sling?”

                    “Yes, yes. Doctor call it sling.”

                    “Then what happened?”

                    “Strong policeman ask where I from. I say Trinidad. He hit me wid club low on legs. He say I look like Obama. He say monkeys take over country. I tink he mean Obama and me monkeys.”

                    The judge, his dome shiny through strands of white hair, noticed Garbuncle trying to squelch a laugh, but allowing a smile to open. “Counselor, do you think that’s funny?”

                    Garbuncle saw, peering over the top of wire-rimmed glasses, a stern face. His grin vanished like a rabbit disappearing at a magician’s snap of the fingers. “Oh, no, Your Honor. A joke I heard last night popped into my head for some reason. I apologize.”


About the Author

Bob Brink is a journalist who worked with several large newspaper organizations and a group of magazines. His byline has been on thousands of news stories, features, and entertainment reviews.

He now is embarked on authoring books. His newest book, the legal thriller Blood on Their Hands, follows Murder in Palm Beach: The Homicide That Never Died, a roman à clef about a real, sensational 1976 murder that made headlines for 15 years, and made news again a few years ago with a new development in the case. The book became an Amazon best seller.

His other books are: Breaking Out, a coming-of-age novel; The Way We Were: Short Stories and Tall Tales; and A Tale of Two Continents, a ghost-written memoir. He has completed a work of creative nonfiction about a woman who led an audacious life of crime and married a death row inmate who later was beaten to death by guards; a search for a publisher is underway.

Brink has won numerous writing accolades and several awards, including three for Palm Beach Illustrated, which won the Best Written Magazine award from the Florida Magazine Association after he became copy chief and writer.

Besides dabbling in short-story writing over the years, Brink immersed himself in learning to play the clarinet and tenor saxophone. He performed many years with an estimable, 65-piece community symphonic band, and played a few professional big band gigs.

A product of Michigan and Iowa, Brink has a bachelor’s degree in English and German from Drake University in Des Moines and completed graduate journalism studies at the University of Iowa.

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Tuesday, 21 June 2022

Hope (Book #6 in the Stargazing series) by Lauren Grace

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Hope is book #6 of the Stargazing series, a 12-book series of standalones.

I had my life planned out. I was going to be a big star, the world’s No.1 female singer/songwriter. I would travel the world, performing and partying with the biggest names.
But of course, It didn’t work out like that.
Throw in a good looking guy, a baby, your worst nightmare and an extremely hot doctor.
It’s probably best that I don’t mention the dogging, the special brownies or that my best friend makes the Stifler look like Mary Poppins.
But that’s life, you have to make the best of it. I would soon learn that life is a precious & powerful thing. It would take my life and make my entire world shatter into a million pieces.

Hope is a stand-alone within the Stargazing series. A hysterical, heartbreaking and unconventional love story.
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Eastside Witch Hunt Blitz



A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel

Midlife Supernaturals #2


Paranormal Women's Fiction

Date Published: June 21, 2022

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The Supernatural Council of the Pacific Northwest didn't thoroughly think through the consequences when we decided to come out of the supernatural closet. Heaven is pissed. Hell is not respecting our treaty. The mundanes and fanatical religious groups our protesting our existence. Let's not mention, the weirdos who want to bag a monster boyfriend/girlfriend.

Add insult to serious injury. Supes are going missing. Powerful supes. I'm not sure if it's Heaven, Hell, the protestors, or fanatics wanting their personal non-fictional monster in their closet.

The cops are breathing down my neck because they think I have something to do with it all.

Oh, and the Baba Yaga isn't a myth. It's a powerful coven and they want me to join them.

Did I mention my full-blood fae siblings are counting the hours until my second puberty is complete so they can kill me and daddy Oberon says I have to make my own faerie to stop them?

Who has time for that?

If you like K.F. Breene, Shannon Mayer, and Darynda Jones, and books with badass women over 40, you'll love Midlife Supernaturals!

Other books in the Midlife Supernaturals series

Eastside Hedge Witch

Midlife Supernaturals #1

A Paranormal Women's Fiction with intrigue, humor, and a main character who believes her wits are mightier than a sword.

Eastside Mórrígan

Midlife Supernaturals #3

Coming Soon



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T.J. Deschamps grew up in the Pennsylvania mountains, daydreaming about monsters and eating a healthy dose of fantasy and science fiction daily. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, raising three teenagers and pet mom to three cats and a tortoise named lily. T.J. likes to write fantastical books with diverse characters and subversive themes. She might be part dragon, and hopes to bind herself to an eldritch creature to do her bidding.


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