The Body Virtual Book Tour

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Poems and Stories

Poetry, Women

Date Published: Jan 31, 2024

Publisher: Bookbaby

 

 

How do you stitch yourself back together after trauma, loss, grief,
heartbreak? By inviting what is broken to become what is breathtaking. THE
BODY is a collection of poems and short stories written in lyrical prose
during the hardest moments of the author’s life. This collection explores
themes of love, loss, grief, seduction, creativity, consciousness, female
empowerment, post- traumatic expansion, and the collective human experience.
Because when words are not enough, art is the container that holds what the
body cannot. And as the heart breaks open, the soul can be set free.

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EXCERPT

The Surfers

It was a hot day–the last of many, and the sun beat mercilessly upon the sea. For days, the sea grew smaller, and the meek little fish clung to each other in pregnant fear as the salt crystallized upon the shores. At last, the final drop of sanctuary vanished, and they gulped stringent air into their feeble lungs.

“How refreshing!” the ray cried, even as the tears evaporated on his cheeks.

“Yes, quite lovely out here,” echoed the sturgeon, as his body convulsed through the pain.

The minnows grew legs and walked upon the desert, as the virgin flesh on their feet burned away. “But why?” they chorused, and the older ones shushed them, already forgetting the coolness of the deep.

The light unveiled their scaliness; more pungent grew their smells, and they became ashamed.

“The catfish,” they whispered, “is fishier than we.” And so, with vacant faces, they killed him. At night, they used his body as a pyre and huddled around his warmth, the smell of blood titillating foul, dark places unknown. In the morning, they wept, missing the hearty sound of his laughter.

The carp drew away from the safety of the bed. Wandering into the forest, he found the carcass of a turtle. Discovering the armor fit just fine, he carried the shell on his back, admiring the newness of his fortitude. “I’m a turtle!” he cried, and a crowd of hungry crows swooped in, searching for a reptilian snack.

They tossed him in his newfound shell, jeering and shrieking wildly as he begged them to understand. They pulled his scales off one-by-one and, satisfied, abandoned their carefree game.

Blind and naked, he lay dying, whispering to indifferent trees, “I was just pretending.”

 

Two whales, longing for home, found solace in a puddle while commiserating grief began a tango of obsession.

Her love for him was a toxic obesity–seeking only to consume–and finally satiated, pulled away, repulsed at the smell of leftovers.

He slithered through the mud of validation and became, once more, a shadow of himself. His sweet words whispered, “I hate you,” but she was just a vessel, floundering to tame the wild boar of his self-derision.

The moment was brief. These two were destined to dance, as always. His hatred denied and delighted her; her contagion nearly nourished his void. And the bitter dancers fell into the fullness of plastic arms, wondering who’s to blame.

A darkness settled. Coldness brought conception–the first of many children born into a strange land, and they smothered the small ones with hopefulness and poisoned their brothers with desperate expectation.

Still, the starfish was silent. Years ago, he saw them there–hungry and hopeless–crying for affection and turning on each other with the slightest kiss. On the breeze, he murmured, “Swim,” in dyspeptic disillusionment, and the waves of remembrance crested in the wombs of their consciousness.

The swordfish joined the starfish, jealous to his cause. “Swim,” he echoed, nodding, and the sounds of distant surf grew louder as they tumbled, chanting down the dunes.

“Swim how?” the old ones cackled.

And, softer still, he insisted, sweetly, “…swim.”

One-by-one, they joined them, practicing their strokes for promises to come, and the proud mocked their buoyancy. Blood was spilled upon the sand to affirm the worthiness of the few. Some surfed because of loneliness–others, to assuage a perpetration, but the motives lost their meaning.

 

What remained was hope among the wasteland. And one day, though none of them believed it, the rains did come–washing them in violent promises and destroying their emptiness with the beauty of change. The ones who survived would forget the names and the morals of their tales, but forever remember the pain of what it felt like to breathe.

 

About the Author

Holly Anne Mitchell

Artist. Two-time TEDx talker. Singer-Songwriter. Entrepreneur.
Novelist-Playwright. Ghostwriter. Mental Health Advocate. A no-holds barred
journey of transformation and recovery from PTSD, Holly’s story is a raw and
honest testament to the power of creative resilience. Forged from the
heartache of personal trauma, she’s spun her pain into a wealth of creative
prowess, shattering societal norms, and challenging the idea of ‘spiritual
bypassing.’

Holly’s lyrical prose combines self-hypnosis with carefully crafted
wordsmithing to ignite the senses and the soul through their musical
cadence. Holly wrote, produced, and starred in her debut musical BLOOD
SUPPLY: A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE LOVE STORY premiering in Los Angeles January
2023 to stellar reviews. She releases music under the artist name HOLLY
HOLLOWS and resides in Los Angeles, CA.

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Embracing Life’s Final Colors: A Heartfelt Journey through Loss,
Redemption, and the Unknown

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Date Published: February 20, 2024

Publisher: Palmetto Publishing

 

 

In the tender pages of The Rainbow Diary, embark on an extraordinary
odyssey that transcends the boundaries of life and death. This poignant tale
weaves a tapestry of love, loss, and redemption, resonating deeply with
anyone who has felt the sharp ache of losing a loved one or grappled with
the haunting anxiety of mortality.

Meet Kenneth Talbot, a man on the precipice of his final journey. Diagnosed
with pancreatic cancer, he confronts the fragility of his existence. As the
sands of time slip away, Kenneth’s reflections paint a vivid portrait of
human emotion. His story becomes a mirror, reflecting the joys and regrets,
the triumphs and heartaches that define us all. Amidst the pain, Kenneth
finds unexpected solace in the most unlikely places. His bond with his
teenage son, Brian, becomes a source of profound reconciliation, a testament
to the enduring power of familial love. The gentle presence of MaryAnn, his
devoted nurse, becomes a beacon of hope, guiding him toward
acceptance.

The Rainbow Diary is more than a novel; it is a sanctuary for the soul. It
delicately explores the complex nuances of life’s final moments, offering a
glimpse into the afterlife that is both imaginative and comforting. Through
Kenneth’s introspection, readers are invited to confront their own fears and
anxieties, finding solace in the shared human experience. This book is a
testament to the resilience of the human spirit and a celebration of the
enduring power of love that transcends the boundaries of time and
space.

Immerse yourself in this extraordinary narrative, and let The Rainbow Diary
be your guiding light through the labyrinth of life, death, and everything
in between.

About the Author

Dr. Mitchell Maiman

Dr. Mitchell Maiman became a physician at age twenty-four and is now
retired. As a specialist in Obstetrics and Gynecology and sub-specialist in
Gynecologic Oncology, he has had a distinguished academic, clinical, and
research career in medicine and served as both a Director of Gynecologic
Oncology and Chairman of Obstetrics and Gynecology at major New York
City-based university hospitals. He has been recognized for his numerous
educational contributions in the field and his devotion and commitment to
the teaching of residents and fellows.

 

Mitch lives with his wife, Dr. Judy Levy, in Long Island, New York, and is
an avid tennis player and practitioner of yoga. They first met during their
residency training. This is his first novel.

 

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6 Steps to Landing your Ideal Job in Any Market

 

Business / Self-Help / Motivational

Published: March 2024

Publisher: Beyond Competitive LLC

 

 

 

An energetic, helpful, and thought-provoking coaching manual for improving
job-applying skills.

 

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Prophet Teaser Tuesday

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A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

 

Dixie Reapers MC, Book 20

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: March 29, 2024

 

 

Ares – My life hasn’t always been kittens and rainbows. I spent
years as a captive, so when someone breaks into the compound and threatens
my little siblings, I go with the kidnappers instead. I’ve survived
being enslaved before, but the little ones wouldn’t make it. I can
only hope the club will find me in time.

Prophet – I’ve been patiently waiting for Ares to not only be
old enough for me to date her, but also for her to be ready. But I waited
too f**king long, and now she’s been taken. The bastard who has her is
going to pay, and once she’s back in my arms, I’m never letting
her go again.

WARNING: Prophet is intended for readers 18+ due to adult content, darker
themes, language, and violence. While it can be read as a stand-alone, you
may enjoy the story more if you read Joker first.

 

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EXCERPT

Ares

Times had changed. The Dixie Reapers’ clubhouse no longer boasted
loud parties and naked women. Well, the naked women were gone, at any rate.
Music pulsed from the speakers as everyone took a much-needed break. My dad
had been in Church off and on since this mess started, and more often than
not, the members hung out in the clubhouse discussing the issue at hand.
Except right now, the doors were open to anyone.

I sat at the bar with a soda. Portia sat on one side of me and
Venom’s youngest, Dawson, was on my other side. Patched members lined
the bar on either side of them.

“Pass me a beer, Ares,” Bull shouted from farther down. I
reached over the counter into the ice chest, then slid the longneck down the
bar top. I caught a smirk from my father as he watched.

“Hey, Pres. Think your girl has a future as a bartender,” Bull
said. He chuckled and twisted the top off. “She’s got good
aim.”

“Better than Foster’s aim last week,” I shot back, a
playful jab at his son’s appalling shooting during target practice. He
snorted and took a swallow of his beer, while Foster shot me a glare.

This place was my home. Dad and the Dixie Reapers had been my salvation,
pulling me from the abyss with hands as rough as the life they led. Even
though I couldn’t be a patched member, I was a Reaper’s kid. My
dad had given me permission to get the club colors inked on my shoulder
blade. It was a super small one compared to the ones the guys here had.
I’d seen quite a few with the colors covering their entire backs. In
addition, I’d gotten a phoenix rising from the ashes inked on the
outside of my right thigh — a mirror of my own rebirth.

Foster might be mad at me right now, but I knew he’d get over it. In
a lot of ways, he was like a brother to me. All of the kids here close to my
age felt like family. Although, Foster, Owen, and Dawson were all older than
me. Not that I could tell when it came to Foster.

Cowboy’s son, Jackson, entered the clubhouse, his cowboy boots
thudding against the wood floor as he came closer. He put his arms around me
and hugged me from behind.

“You smell like horses and dirt.”

“Mom always said it was the best scent in the world.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Yeah, I could see his mother
saying that. “Well, it’s better than sweat, I guess. Preparing
for your next rodeo?”

“I was planning to head out in the morning, but with everything going
on…”

I tipped my head back to look up at him. “You should go. If you put
your life on hold every time something bad happens around here, you’ll
never get to do the one thing you love most.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Yeah, I know. You’re awfully
smart for someone so young.”

“You’re only six years older than me, Jackson. It’s not
like you’re ancient.”

“In rodeo years, I’m over a decade older than you.”

I really did laugh that time. “Is that like dog years or
something?”

“Close enough. Hand me a beer. I’m going to go with Akira.
She’s in the corner with her nose in a book again.”

I reached over for another longneck and passed it to him. He patted my
shoulder before wandering off. I watched him, noticing he hadn’t lied.
Akira, Wraith’s daughter, really did have a book in front of her face.
From the cover, no one would realize she was reading smut. If her parents
had any idea of the types of books she bought, they’d both have a
fit.

I sipped on my soda and just soaked up the atmosphere. My friends and
family were all talking or laughing. Despite everything going on outside the
club gates, they seemed at peace in this particular moment. Happy. I hoped
things could stay like this. I didn’t want anyone here to suffer the
way I had.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Tank said, approaching
with a smile on his face. “Ares Black, quiet as a church
mouse.”

I smirked, nudging him with my elbow. “Just soaking it all in. Some
days, I don’t remember how blessed I am, until we’re all
together like this. Family. Friendship. As long as we have those, we can
weather any storm.”

“Damn straight.” He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder.
“We’re always in your corner, Ares.”

“Same here,” I replied. It wasn’t just words — it was a
promise. We were the Dixie Reapers, and we protected our own with the
ferocity of a mother bear defending her cubs. I might not be a member of the
club itself, but as the President’s daughter, these people were still
my family, and I’d die to keep them safe.

I glanced at my watch and stood. Joker wanted Cleo to feel welcome here,
and while I wasn’t quite ready to be friends with the woman, I also
knew what it was like to be the outsider. I’d promised to head over
and play a board game. Instead of driving, I decided to walk. The fresh air
would be nice, and it would give me time to get my thoughts in order. It
felt like utter chaos inside my head these days.

Ridley and Isabella were already there when I arrived. I fell into step
behind them as they entered Joker’s home. Ridley had a few board games
tucked under her arm. At least they’d come prepared, because I doubted
Joker had any. I’d already given them a few of the ones we had at home
that I thought might be fun.

“Hey, Cleo,” I said.

“Good to see you guys.” Her voice sounded hollow, and it looked
like she hadn’t been sleeping well.

Isabella walked over to her first, giving her a hug. “How are you
holding up?”

“Counting down the minutes,” she said.

Ridley clapped her hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
“We’re here to take your mind off things. Right,
Ares?”

I nodded. “Yeah, we brought some board games. Thought we could all
use a distraction.”

“Thanks,” she murmured.

We settled around her kitchen table. Before we’d even had a chance to
set up the game, someone knocked on the door. Joker went to answer. Ridley
started to set up one of the games, and Isabella and I helped. I noticed
Cleo kept glancing toward the door.

He returned with an envelope and handed it to Cleo. “For
you.”

“Who’s it from?” she asked. She ripped open the envelope
and as she read the contents of the paper inside, she paled a bit.

“Everything all right?” Isabella asked.

“Fine,” she said. Did anyone else notice the tremor in her
voice or the way her hands trembled? “Just a reminder about my
appointment.”

“Ah, can’t forget that,” Ridley said.

“Let’s focus on the game,” Cleo suggested.

I rolled the dice and gave a little shout of excitement, hoping to make
things seem as normal as possible. “All right!”

Everyone took their turns rolling the dice and moving their tokens. When it
went around to Cleo, she stared at the board, almost as if she wasn’t
fully present. I glanced at Ridley and Isabella, and realized they’d
noticed it too. Cleo must have a lot on her mind between the issues with her
family and her heart problem.

“Your move, Cleo,” Ridley prompted.

“Right,” she mumbled.

We played for quite a while, until the sky started to darken. I
didn’t know if this had distracted Cleo or not, but it had kept me
from focusing on things for a while. I hadn’t realized how much
I’d needed this until now. I helped clean up the games, then we told
Joker and Cleo goodbye.

Ridley offered me a ride, but I waved her off. The walk would do me some
good. I paused at the clubhouse and stared at my car. It didn’t make
sense to leave it here overnight, but at the same time, I’d prefer to
get home on my own two feet than by driving there. I decided to leave it and
kept walking.

A sudden chill prickled my skin, a whisper of danger that tightened my
muscles. A feeling of unease skittered down my spine, and I wondered if
trouble was drawing closer than any of us realized.

When I got home, there was a wrongness I felt all the way to my core. I
slowly approached the house, keeping an eye on my surroundings, just the way
Dad had taught me. I twisted the knob on the front door and pushed it
open.

“Mom? Are you here?” I called out. Nothing. Not so much as a
whisper of sound. I eased farther into the house, wondering if I should call
Dad. Dessa’s car was outside, which meant she had to be here. She
hadn’t ridden with him to the clubhouse earlier, even though
she’d been there with the kids.

“Junie, Judd, Marnie!” I shouted.

No one answered, and I couldn’t find anyone at home. I went back
outside, wondering if maybe they went to a neighbor’s house. Before
I’d made it to the end of the driveway, I felt the cold kiss of metal
against my neck.

 

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About the Author

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible
women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still
managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
Visit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and
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THINK Virtual Book Tour

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The Manifesto for Creative and Critical Thinkers

Nonfiction / Self-Help

Date Published: December 21, 2023

Publisher: Mindstir Media

 

 

This book is an exploration of original, critical, and creative thinking
through the lens of my creative philosophy. It delves into the very essence
of what it means to be human and provides a rational, abstract, and
methodical examination of reality.

Philosophy, the love of wisdom, is the guiding principle behind this
journey of reflection, self-expression, and enlightenment.

THINK is a bold and inspiring call to free our minds and embrace original
thinking.

The philosophical approach that guides this book is designed to ignite a
spark within us, to inspire and empower us to break free from the shackles
of preconceived notions and legacy thinking that may hold us back. It is a
call to embrace critical, original, and creative thinking on our own terms,
so we can forge new paths forward. This is not just a book:

It is a revolution for the mind.

Innovation, disruptive creativity, and a nontraditional approach to
marketing are hallmarks of Ivonne Kinser’s work. As a result, she is widely
recognized in the marketing industry as a thought leader on effective and
disruptive marketing.

Each year, Ivonne delivers dozens of keynotes at marketing industry
conferences where she addresses problem-solving, disruptive creativity, and
innovation in the hope of inspiring creative change through the art of deep,
strategic, and creative thinking.

As a seasoned marketing professional and accomplished author, Ivonne Kinser
has dedicated over two decades to mastering the art of strategic, deep,
critical, and creative thinking. Through her vast experience in both brand
and agency settings, Ivonne has honed her skills to become a thought leader
in innovative marketing.

Passionate about inspiring others, she shares her wealth of knowledge and
expertise to encourage individuals to unlock their full potential and think
in transformative ways. Her approach to problem-solving and disruptive
creativity has captivated audiences at numerous marketing industry
conferences and continues to spark change in the industry. By harnessing the
power of strategic thinking, Ivonne empowers individuals and teams alike to
reach new heights of success and innovation.

As a groundbreaking leader, Ivonne shattered glass ceilings by becoming the
first Latina recipient of the DFW American Marketing Association’s Lifetime
Achievement Award.

She has also earned a spot on the “100 Most Influential Latinas in the
United States” list for two consecutive years and was honored with the
coveted Changing the Game Award in the Brainwave category by the She Runs It
organization in 2018.

Recognized as one of the “20 Women to Watch in Dallas
Advertising,” Ivonne’s brilliance also shined when she was awarded the
Shining Star Award by the American Advertising Federation.

As the innovation lead for the Avocados From Mexico’s brand, Ivonne led the
innovation agenda that put Avocados From Mexico on Fast Company’s list of
Most Innovative Companies in the world, and at the top one in the branding
category.

Overall, her work has received more than 30 accolades and awards for
creativity, innovation and high performance.

 

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Ivonne Kinser

Ivonne Kinser is a trailblazer in the marketing field, consistently
challenging the status quo in her pursuit of creativity-driven exponential
growth. Within the realm of marketing and innovation, Ivonne has carved out
a distinguished reputation.

She boasts over 20 accolades for her creative, performance-driven, and
innovative contributions, and notably, she became the first Latina to
receive the Marketing Lifetime Achievement Award from The DFW American
Marketing Association. She has also been included in the list of the 100
Most Influential Latinas in the US for two consecutive years.

Prior to that, she was honored with the Changing the Game Award in the
Brainwave category when the She Runs It organization recognized her as one
of the five women who fearlessly make bold moves and transform their brands
and organizations.

Her impact transcends industries, leaving an enduring mark on the marketing
landscape. Her unwavering passion for martech-led marketing innovation
drives her to continuously seek groundbreaking strategies that propel brands
to unprecedented heights. Her remarkable 20+ years in the field of marketing
disruption have contributed to the redefinition of marketing in the
industries she has left a mark on.

From pioneering the initial digital marketing initiatives for the world’s
largest airline, American Airlines across 20 Latin American countries in
2002, to leading the innovation agenda that propelled Avocados From Mexico
to the top of Fast Company’s Most Innovative Companies list on a global
scale in 2021, her career has made a lasting impact.

Ivonne is also an innovation advisor for the Food Institute and a frequent
marketing lecturer at IPADE, Mexico’s leading business school. Her
leadership extends to serving on the boards of both the DFW American
Marketing Association and the University of North Texas’ College of
Merchandising, Hospitality, and Tourism. Moreover, she contributes as an
honorary member of the DFW Interactive Marketing Association’s board.

In June 2023, she founded Vantage Innovation Lab, a marketing firm
dedicated to accelerating growth-driven innovation by integrating marketing
technology in unique and disruptive ways.

Through her multiple ventures, from entrepreneur and founder to an author
and speaker, her work is characterized by a nontraditional approach to
marketing, guided by bold creativity and unconventional
problem-solving.

 

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