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Autobiography

Date Published: February 14, 2023

Publisher: MindStir Media

 

Do you ever wonder who you really are? Richard Cole was front page news a
few weeks after his birth in 1944, but this was something he never knew. He
did know he was adopted and he did wonder who he really was. But, as a young
adult, he wondered much more about finding success, a simple goal that
seemed so elusive.

He was 19 when he married his high school sweetheart and took off, full
speed, into the adult world. Harsh reality and his failure to focus on
long-term goals made his desire to succeed just an unlikely dream.

He finally took control of his life and made the climb up to a nice
middle-class life. Along with his wife, two really cute kids, and a new
suburban home, they were the picture of a perfect little family. Then the
dream evaporated and Richard’s life began a downward spiral that ended with
him alone and subsisting on food stamps and unemployment checks. But Richard
had met someone on his way down, someone who stuck with him during the bad
times. She gave him a reason to keep trying, and hope that things would get
better.

This lighthearted autobiography takes you along on Richard’s quest to find
success in life and shares his discovery of the distant secrets that
surrounded who he really was.

 

“Find yourself getting stuck in a zigzag of life’s twists and turns,
unsure of where you’ll land? Richard Cole certainly has and Distant Secrets
maps out his journey through hardships and gains and everything in between.
He opens up to share his intimate world of experiences and the “moments
of stunning mental clarity” that have guided him along the
way.”

-J.J. Hebert, USA Today best-selling author

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PREFACE

“I’m not a well-known politician, an influential investment banker, or a sports legend. I’m not even a movie star who thinks he has all the answers to the world’s problems. I’m just a normal person. My family and friends would probably say “abnormal,” but I’m sticking with normal since I’m the one writing. 

Being in my seventies, I find myself reflecting on my life much more than when I was younger. My memories play back like so many highlight scenes from old favorite movies. Each scene pops up accompanied by mental comments such as “Oh, I had forgotten about that” or “I can’t believe I was that stupid.” Sometimes I get a “Way to go, Richard, you were the man!” and there are always a few “I wonder what would have happened if…?” thoughts. 

Those old memory highlights came in handy when my high school class of 1962 was preparing for one of our reunions. The organizers gave us a homework assignment to provide some information about our lives since high school that could be posted on the reunion website. 

I started writing, but I just couldn’t get the ideas flowing, thankfully, it turned out to be easier than I first thought. All I had to do was relax and let the old memories play back in my head while I took notes. 

As I wrote about myself, I made it a point to be very honest, although I’m not sure that’s expected when you’re trying to look good for your old school friends. 

I included representative highlights of the good and the not-so-good, and it wasn’t long before it was finished. There it was, my entire life’s story reduced down to a page and a half.

 It was more than a little depressing. My entire life only filled a page and a half. That little punch to my ego felt better after I thought about all the interesting and unusual things that didn’t make the final cut for that short article. I realized there was more than a page and a half to my life. 

That one act of writing down a summary of my life led me to an unexpected and pleasing realization. While I have not conquered the world like every high school kid thinks they will, and I don’t believe anyone will be making a movie about my “incredible” life, I have had a good, full life punctuated with many interesting and unusual experiences. 

That realization, and having friends telling me I should write a book, got me thinking about it. I had never written a book, and since I had suffered a condition that made it difficult to read, I found the idea both challenging and appealing. Then it started; a little but highly annoying voice in my head joined in to pester me. “Write a book, write a book, write a book.” 

That is why I wrote this book. The next question is, why should you read it? Well, I think you will find it interesting, entertaining and worth the price, but I can’t guarantee that. However, I can guarantee that every story and every event I describe in this book is presented just the way it happened. I promised myself I would keep it factual. 

Oh, I should also let you know I have not used the real names of many people mentioned in this book. But, if they want to tell you it was them, that’s fine with me.

About the Author

Richard Cole

Richard Cole held a wide variety of short-term jobs until his late
thirties. He finally settling down with Motorola as a computer systems
analyst and later a data center manager. During that period, he turned his
wild bird feeding hobby into a little business and went on to opened his
first Bird Watcher Supply Company store in 1988.

Richard’s wife, Nancy, operated the retail store and Richard
continued his corporate job, helped at the store part-time and worked to
perfect his special blends of wild bird feeds. He left the corporate world
in 1990 to open their second retail store.

The Bird Watcher stores grew to five locations and Cole’s Wild Bird
Products was formed to produce and distribute their bird feeds which now
attracts a national following. Richard and Nancy sold their retail stores
when Richard turned seventy. Cole’s Wild Bird Products is still owned
and operated by the Cole family.

 

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The Baba Yaga Mask Blitz

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Women’s fiction/historical fiction/folklore

Date Published: May 9, 2023

Publisher: Tantor Media

Narrator: Allyson Voller

Run Time: 10 hours

 

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When their Ukrainian grandmother is lost on a trans-Atlantic Flight, two
sisters are swept into a quest across eastern Europe to find the woman who
had always told more tales than truths.

From Poland to Slovakia to Hungary and beyond, Larissa and Ira navigate the
steps of Ukrainian folk dance, the cliff-side paths of Slovak Paradise
National Park, and the stark realities of war, folktales, and feminism, all
for the sake of chasing who they’re starting to believe is a true Baba Yaga.
Understanding their family’s roots has never been more clear.

The setting’s mythic properties drift like ghosts in the humid air, hinting
of the folktales the sisters whisper like codes of bravery. The nesting
dolls they discover reveal how each woman becomes stronger when tucked one,
within another, within another—forgetting lies and truths to seize
upon history, love, and the familial traditions that have shaped them into
who they are together.

 

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Kris Spisak

Author and professional editor Kris Spisak has been spotlighted in Writer’s
Digest
and The Huffington Post for her work to helping other writers. Her
non-fiction books include Get a Grip on Your Grammar: 250 Writing and
Editing Reminders for the Curious or Confused, The Novel Editing Workbook,
and The Family Story Workbook. Spisak’s background and her own family
experience in the Ukrainian diaspora add weight to her fiction debut, The
Baba Yaga Mask.

  

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Atlas Teaser Tuesday

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Iron Tzars MC, Book 4

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: May 12, 2023

 

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Bellarose — My drive to my new job didn’t go as planned. Me and my
“photographic memory” got lost, ending up on a private road in
the middle of Nowhere, Indiana. Worse, I got a flat. And it was getting
dark. When a dangerous, sexy biker stops to help, I’m not sure if
I’m fortunate or not. Double that when I find myself mashed against
said dangerous, sexy biker with him kissing me like he wants to devour me.
Then things get really weird.

Atlas — I’m in so much trouble. Not only in the girl in my care the
most enchanting woman I’ve ever encountered, she’s the daughter
of one of the richest men in the world who happens to also be one third of
the Shadow Demons. Which means, that kiss I stole might have signed my death
warrant. Every instinct I have is telling me I need to call in my brothers
to get her out and end the operation I’ve been deeply embedded in for
months. But my little hellion has other ideas. I just hope we haven’t
waited too long. If I have, we’re both dead.

WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human
trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers. Happy
ending and, as always, no cheating.

 

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Atlas

What a fucking mess. This fucking club in Terre Haute was rotten to the
fucking core. I knew enough about it to make it implode with all the secret
deals going on inside, but I hadn’t been given the go ahead from
Sting, our president. Iron Tzars was an old MC, dating back to World War II.
Back then, they’d been off-the-radar Nazi hunters. Meaning, they
killed any they found and didn’t ask permission from anyone to do it.
Now we hunt down pedophiles and human trafficking rings. Occasionally we
infiltrate domestic terrorist organizations, but most of those are on the
government radar, and we let the FBI and ATF do their thing. This bunch,
however…

They were as sadistic a bunch as I’d ever seen. Not only did they
have their hands into the obligatory guns and drugs, the women and girls
they took weren’t trafficked. Oh no. They kept them. Used them. It had
put me in a tenuous position because I couldn’t keep my cover at the
expense of innocents. With the help of my brothers at Iron Tzars, I’d
managed to pull all of the underaged girls out — there weren’t many,
thank God. There were two other women still in the compound. One was happy
to be there. Said so herself as she took one man after another with a smile
on her face. The other one… wasn’t in good enough shape to
express her wishes.

That had been two months ago. Nothing had changed except I’d gotten
the leader of this bunch to leave the unwilling woman alone. It
wouldn’t last long, though. The willing woman was fast becoming an
unwilling woman. Which meant I’d run out of time.

I drove down the road back to the compound. The bike I was on was an older
chopper, but it was still a Harley, if heavily customized. It wasn’t
my own bike, but I tried to still treat it with respect. The meeting
I’d just had, the plans being put into action, had me on the extreme
edge. Which was likely why I nearly missed the woman crouched on her knees
beside a new-model Ford on the side of the road.

I swerved, and I thought I heard her scream. Pulling over to the side of
the road, I looked back over my shoulder. She was flat on her ass, gasping
for breath. When she glanced in my direction, she scrambled to her feet and
snagged the tire iron next to the car, holding it like a baseball bat.

With a scowl, I turned the bike around and drove the hundred feet or so
back to her car before stopping and shutting it off.

“Did I hit you?” Despite my worries, I never wanted to hurt an
innocent. The mere fact I hadn’t seen her until I was right on top of
her showed how distracted I’d been. A mistake like that could get me
killed in this fucking club.

“I — I…”

“Come on, girl! Are you hurt?” I snarled the question like a
demand. Which it was. She took a step backward and rounded the back of the
vehicle, putting the car between me and her.

“Don’t come any closer! I know how to use this!”

I couldn’t help but snort. “That thing probably weighs more
than you do. Now, tell me if I hit you with the bike, li’l
bit.”

She shook her head slightly. “No.”

I glanced at the driver’s-side rear tire. Sure enough, it was flat.
“Do you need help?” Again, she shook her head but didn’t
relax one bit. I sighed, scrubbing a hand over my beard. I didn’t need
this. Not now. “Look. We got off on the wrong foot. I shouldn’t
have snarled at you. I didn’t think I’d hit you, but even if
I’d clipped you, you could have been hurt. It scared me as much as I
scared you. Now. Are you sure you’re OK?” I tried to soften my
tone when it wasn’t my nature. Women usually looked at my size, tats,
beard, and muscles and ran straight into my arms, begging for a hard
fucking. I had no interest in any woman who didn’t.

“I’m fine.”

I barked out a laugh. “I hate it when women do that, girl.
You’re not fine. I scared you to death.”

“It’s all right. You said it scared you too.” Her voice
was soft and lyrical, wrapping around my insides like silken ties. What the
fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t hard up for female companionship. In
fact, until I’d been planted in this fucking club, I’d had a
different woman practically every night. More than one sometimes. Now, a
little bit of timid innocence was burrowing inside me within a few seconds?
Fuck…

“Not the point.” I raised my open hands in a non-threatening
gesture. “At least let me change your tire. Can I come
closer?”

Finally, she lowered the tire iron slowly. “I suppose so. If
you’re sure you don’t mind.” She was so small I had doubts
she could hold the damned thing for much longer anyway.

“I don’t mind at all. It’s the least I can do for nearly
running you over. Besides, I don’t leave women alone to fend for
themselves. No matter how much they don’t trust me.” I’d
meant the last to be a small joke. To lighten the mood. Because the fear on
her face in the fading light hit me viscerally. I didn’t like her
thinking I’d hurt her or meant her ill will. That was the last thing I
wanted after what I’d been through the last few months.

“I appreciate the help.”

I knelt by the car, positioning the jack properly before inserting the jack
handle and cranking to raise the car. “What are you doing on this
road? It’s pretty out of the way. Not many folks live around
here.” Because the club I was currently embedded in kept everyone out
of their territory through terror and destruction.

“I got turned around,” she said as she squatted beside me,
holding the lug wrench at the ready. “I realized I was in the wrong
place when the road went from four lanes to two. I don’t remember
passing another road, but I might have missed it.”

“Where you headed?”

 

 

About the Author

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka
Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and
totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination
since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout
her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and
irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

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Moral Code Audiobook Virtual Book Tour

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Science-Fiction

Date Published: Sept. 20, 2022

Publisher: Nonlinear Publishing

Narrator: Veronica Pace

Run Time: 11 hours, 44 minutes

 

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“Smart, riveting and next gen.” (Pamela Wirth, CEO and author
of Saving My Son)

“…a provocative science fiction novel featuring the union of two
unrivaled, intelligent technologies.” (Foreword-Clarion Reviews)

 

Dr. Keira Stetson has two passions: ethical artificial
intelligence—AI with a conscience—and creating technology that
improves children’s lives. Trapped in an earthquake-flattened building
with a half-dozen panicked five-year-olds, she fears the worst. When
billionaire Roy Brandt leverages his mysterious nanite technology to rescue
them, she’s both grateful and intrigued.

Impressed by his prototype technology but alarmed at its potential for
exploitation, Keira merges her company with Brandt’s. The merger gives
Keira access to much-needed funds for the development of her own tech, and
access to Brandt’s powerful minuscule robots. In turn, she and her AI
assistant, Elly, embed Keira’s trademark Moral Operating System in
Brandt’s nanite SmartDust to rein in its power.

But Brandt’s technology has been kept secret for a reason. Though
he’s adamant about using the Dust to improve life, not destroy it,
corporate raiders and the military have other ideas. They want to weaponize
Brandt’s nanites. Suddenly, everything Keira has worked for is in
jeopardy. Exposed to the worst humanity has to offer, she and Elly must
fight to use this newfound tech for good and keep it out of the wrong
hands…before it’s too late.

 

All proceeds from sales of Moral Code will go to PreventChildAbuse.org and
Thorn.org.

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About the Author

“Moral Code” is not the first collaboration for Lois and Ross
Melbourne. Side-by-side, they grew their software business to a global
award-winning organization, as CEO and Chief Technology Officer,
respectively. Now Lois’ storytelling brings to life Ross’ deep
understanding of the possibilities within artificial intelligence and
robotics. Parenting and marriage have been the easy part of this
equation.

Lois is now writing books, having published two children’s books
about exploring careers. “Moral Code” is her first but not her
last novel. Ross’ current work includes artificial intelligence and
robotics.

 

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Seasons Blitz

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Children’s Book

Date Published: March 28, 2023

Publisher: Jan-Carol Publishing, Inc.

 

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Children learn about the seasons and weather through the diversity of a
year, joyfully encountering birds and butterflies, adventuring at beaches,
jumping in colorful leaf piles, and dashing through the whitest winter
snow.

About the Author

Raven Howell

Raven Howell has written over twenty traditionally published books for
children. She has won several awards such as Creative Child Magazine’s
Best Children’s Book of the Year, Mom’s Choice Award, The
Moonbeam, The Pinnacle, BookFest Award, NYC Big Book Award, Little Peeps,
and Excellence in Children’s Literature.

Raven is creative & publishing advisor for Red Clover Reader, poetry
director for the children’s anthology, Monster Magnificent, and writes
“The Book Bug” column for Story Monsters Ink magazine. She is
the director of arts & crafts for the Kids Corner. Her poems are found
in children’s magazines such as Ladybug, Spider, Highlights for
Children, Humpty Dumpty, The School Magazine, and Hello Magazine. She is a
collaborating author for Reading is Fundamental SoCal. Raven writes
preschool children’s story books for ReadingGate.

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