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The Rock Maiden by Natasha Yim Review and GIVEAWAY

The Rock Maiden

A Chinese Tale of Love and Loyalty

Rock Maiden coverFamily. It is something that if we are lucky enough to have a good one, we learn to cherish it. This tale of family, so beautifully woven by Natasha Yim, is one of hope, heartache and reunification.

We follow Ling Yee, a new mother and wife, whose husband is lost at sea and is left to raise her child alone. All of the men except her Ching Yin return after the great storm. Does she give up hope? No, she continues to look for him, to hope he will come back home to be with his family once again. Is she grasping for something that will never happen or will the Heavens have favor on her and her small baby?

For a children’s book to make me cry, the words have to be pretty powerful and the imagery pretty amazing. Between the well-laid words and beautiful illustrations of Pirkko Vainio, The Rock Maiden tells the most beautiful story of what it’s like to love without notions of time or space.

I loved that no matter how much the people of the village discouraged Ling Yee, she kept Rock Maiden galley - pg. 4, baby celebrationlooking for Ching Yin. She would not give up. She proved that love endures even the greatest of hardships.

Excerpt:

One morning, Ching Yin and the other fishermen set out as usual. They rowed out to sea in their small, wooden sampans. By mid-afternoon, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Rain fell from the sky in thick sheets. The sea beat its angry fists upon the shore.

Finally, the clouds parted to reveal a new crescent moon. The rains slowed to a drizzle. The women of the village ran down to the beach. There they watched the fishing boats drift to shore. Wives greeted their weary husbands with relief. But Ching Yin was not there. Ling Yee anxiously asked each exhausted fisherman, “Have you seen Ching Yin?”

They all shook their heads. 

“It was impossible to see,” said one.

“The waves were so huge,” cried another. “I thought I was fighting a giant sea serpent!”

About Natasha Yim:

Author pic - coastNatasha Yim is an American Chinese author of fiction and non- fiction works for children and young adults. Born in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, she grew up in Singapore and Hong Kong where she was captivated by many of the old Chinese legends
she heard as a child. Natasha later moved to the U.S. where she received her B.A. in English Literature with a Writing Emphasis and an M.S. in Counseling Psychology from Dominican University. She is the author of Otto’s Rainy Day (a Kids’ Pick of the Lists selection), Cixi: The Dragon Empress, Sacajawea of the Shoshone, and Goldy Luck and the Three Pandas (a 2014 Junior Library Guild selection and 2015 Scholastic Book Club selection).

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Natasha’s non- fiction articles have also appeared in the children’s magazines, Highlights for Children, Appleseeds, and Faces. She is currently at work on a multicultural middle grade novel and a multicultural historical young adult novel. Natasha lives in Ukiah, California, with her husband, three children, and two cats named Chicken and Moo.

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VALENTINES DAY SCAVENGER HUNT

Karen and Norm danced the Jive and neither are the killer.

CLUE #4

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You have your clue from me, now where and when can you find other clues? Here are the blogs and the days they will post clues. I hope you are a good sleuth…

9-Book Babble – https://www.facebook.com/teresasbookbabble/?

9-Booth Talks Books – https://www.facebook.com/BoothTalksBooks/?

10-Chatting About Cozies – https://www.facebook.com/chatcozy/?

10-Christy’s Cozy Corners – https://www.facebook.com/ChristysCozyCorners/?

11-Cinnamon, Sugar, and a Little Bit of Murder – https://www.facebook.com/Cinnamon-Sugar-and-a-Little-Bit-of-Murder-187400864778608/?

11-Bibliophile Reviews – https://www.facebook.com/BibliophileReviews/?

12-MJB Reviewers – https://www.facebook.com/MJB-Reviewers-674225486045646/?

12-Lisa Ks Book Reviews – https://www.facebook.com/lisaksbookreview/?

13-Girl With Book Lungs – https://www.facebook.com/girlwithbooklungs/?

13-A Cup Of Tea and a Cozy Mystery – https://www.facebook.com/acupofteaandacozymystery/?

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February 2017 Mystery Releases

I love mysteries and love going through the list each month to see what is coming out.  Here is a list of this month’s releases that I got from http://www.cozy-mystery.com in their monthly release section.  I hope you find a new book that you will love!  I am already working on several of these.  So many GREAT authors in this month’s line-up.

February 2017 Releases

Winnie Archer : Kneaded to Death

David Baldacci: The Width of the World

Christy Barritt: Shadow of Suspicion

M.C. Beaton: Death of a Ghostfacials-can-be-fatal

Laura Bradford : Death in Advertising

Lynn Cahoon: Fatality by Firelight

Nancy J. Cohen: Facials Can Be Fatal

Deborah Crombie: Garden of Lamentations

Maddie Day : When the Grits Hit the Fan

Krista Davis: Mission Impawsible:

Phillip DePoy: The English Agent

Kate Ellis: The Mermaid’s Scream

Joanne Fluke: Banana Cream Pie Murder

Susan Furlong: War and Peach

Cynthia Harrod-Eagles: Old Bones

ghostly-mortalityMiranda James : Twelve Angry Librarians

Tonya Kappes: A Ghostly Mortality

Faye Kellerman: Bone Box

Jonathan Kellerman: Heartbreak Hotel

Diane Kelly: Death, Taxes, and Sweet Potato Fries

Debbie Macomber: If Not for You

Emma Miller: A Love for Leah

Joyce Carol Oates: A Book of American Martyrs

Carlene O’ConnorMurder at an Irish Wedding 

James Patterson: The Darkest February

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James Patterson: Achilles

James Patterson & Emily Raymond: Humans Bow Down

James Patterson & Shan Serafin: The Women’s War

James Patterson & James O. Born: Saving Nathaniel

James Patterson & Marshall Karp: NYPD Red 5

Rhonda Pollero: In Justice

J.D. Robb : Echoes in Death

Loretta Ross: Death & the Gravedigger’s Angel

Annelise Ryan : Dead in the Water

Paige Shelton: Bookman Dead Style

Charles Todd: Racing the Devil 

Betty Webb: Desert Vengeance

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Valentine’s Day Scavenger Hunt

If you read this blog, then you love mysteries and solving them along with the various characters that are so brilliantly woven throughout the many books that I blog about.  Kathi Daley is hosting a Valentine’s Day Scavenger Hunt and someone has been murdered!  It is up to you, the readers, to solve the mystery this time.  And, the prizes are fantastic. 

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Find all the clues which will be listed on the Facebook pages listed above and figure out who the killer is, who the victim is, and which type of dance they were participating in when the murder occurred.

How does one survive this?  Well, Kathi has written a handy guide right here.  Make sure to read and study it before the dance.  It might be the only thing that keeps you alive…

One grand prize winner will receive a $50 Amazon gift card and 5 second place winners will receive their choice of Kathi Daley ebook.

The clues will be provided February 8 – 13 and the winner will be announced on February 14. The rules and links to the clues will be posted on my main author page on February 7 at https://www.facebook.com/kathidaleybooks/ 

Get Witch Or Die Trying Review

Get Witch Or Die Trying
Spies and Spells Series Book 3
Written by Tonya Kappes

Review by BTB:

get-witch-or-die-trying-new-ebookFinding one’s calling in life is difficult. As a normal, non-magical person, I am still trying to find mine and I am almost 40! I can’t imagine having my life’s journey laid out for me in my 20’s. I also can’t imagine being a witch living in Louisville either, so…ya. Maggie Parks has the coolest life so I guess I will just live vicariously through her as I have during the prior two books. Thank goodness this third book came out. I was getting bored folding laundry. Broom at the ready!

So, Maggie has her life’s journey now and is working for SKUL. If you don’t know what that is, read the book. She’s a necromancer James Bond with a super cool vintage talking car. I know! Her family is comparable to other families only magical of course and she works with the super swoon-worthy Mick Jasper who has seemingly gotten himself into some trouble and is at the center of a murder investigation of an ex-girlfriend, girl who is a friend? It really depends on whom you ask as to what his relationship was to her. Either way, Maggie wants to clear him and Vinnie, her car, doesn’t trust him.

Where the past books focused on Maggie trying to find herself and her life’s journey, it seems like this book focuses on Maggie’s mom, Aunt Meme and Mick finding themselves. It was quite a twist. These three characters have always been presented as so put together and sure of themselves. In book three, they seem to fall apart in different ways, losing their way and needing help from others to see who they really are again. They are crippled by their own personalities in a way and their past ways of living catches up with them. They then have to rely on family and friends to lift them up and to help them piece themselves back together again. Some rediscover themselves and others find sides of themselves they never knew existed.

This made the characters relatable to me as a reader as I too am going through a rediscovery phase in my life. Every stage of life is a new discovery and that is what this book and all of the Spies and Spells books are about now that I am looking at them as a whole. As a child, you want to know what you’ll be when you “grow up.” Maggie and her sister, Lilith represents this.

When we find our supposed life work, we then go into thinking about family, possible kids and this is represented by Mrs. Parks. She goes through protecting and raising her kids as they grow up. She is sure of herself and then at a certain age when they know who they are becoming, she begins to wonder who she is again. She begins to question who she wants to be. She begins to rethink and tries to work out the bugs in her life’s journey as she sees things seemly falling apart as her family goes in different directions.

Aunt Meme, the older woman of the house, has been through the prior two stages and is now running a thriving business and happy, or so she thinks. Her thoughts go to a possible relationship after many years of being alone. She worries about her age and if this is even proper only to realize she is letting it slip away when challenged by her nemesis, Ms. Hubbard. I have seen this with my Granny too. It was always so funny to watch her flirt with that old man, God rest their souls. Older ladies can be stubborn, but then realize that time is of the essence.

Then we have Mick, a secretive, headstrong guy who has had many unfruitful relationships and has now met a gal with as many secrets as he. As they say, “it takes one to know one.” Your soul mate is someone who you can be completely open with no matter how deep or dark your secrets. They don’t judge, they just go along for the ride. But, do Mick and Maggie find this in each other? I’m not telling you, but I can say that it’s another journey discovery just like the rest.

We are taken through each of their journeys and of their rediscoveries. This book is about so much more than magic, cars and a charming guy being investigated for murder. It’s about having a breakthrough. I expected an amusing book from Ms. Kappes, but was taken into a deeply psychological manuscript. Sure, you can stay on the top level of fun, but I dare you to look into it deeper. Believe me, it will be much more meaningful. Thanks Tonya for an amazing piece of work.

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For years, USA Today bestselling author Tonya Kappes has been publishing numerous mystery and romance titles with unprecedented success. She is famous not only for her hilarious plot lines and quirky characters, but her tremendous marketing efforts that have earned her thousands of followers and a devoted street team of fans.

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Author Links:
Website: http://www.tonyakappes.com/
Blog: http://tonyakappes.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authortonyakappes/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/tonyakappes11

Make sure to leave a comment below and let me know what you think. I love hearing from other readers and authors.

Have a fantastic day and happy reading!

~Sheryl Booth

Spotlight On Death of a Wolfman by Susan Boles

Happy ALMOST Halloween?  Who’s excited and who needs something to read?  You do?  Well, are you ready for an amazing Halloween themed book just in time for the holiday? Susan Boles is here to answer your scary wishes. Nothing is scarier than a werewolf, one of the original Halloween scary creatures. Am I right?  I am so excited to have her spotlighted all weekend on BTB as well as have an amazing giveaway that is truly deadly.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000026_00020]About “Death of A Wolfman”

Death of a Wolfman and is a Halloween book set in the fictional town of Mercy, Mississippi. Lily Gayle Lambert and the County Sheriff (who is also her cousin) find a dead wolfman in the woods on Halloween night after an anonymous 911 call. Lily Gayle can’t help sticking her nose in the investigation with the help of her lifelong best friend Dixie and town busybody Miss. Edna.

About the Author:

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A graduate of McNairy Central High School in Selmer, TN and Lambuth University in Jackson, TN, Susan is now a resident of Olive Branch, MS. A lifelong love of Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie drew her to writing cozy mysteries. She’s the author of the Lily Gayle Lambert Mysteries set in the fictitious town of Mercy, Mississippi.

 

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The cover art is by LLPix Design and “Death of a Wolfman” is published at Argent Ocean Publishing, a boutique agency.

 

What’s next for Susan:

Christmas is DEADLY in Mercy, Mississippi….

Susan will be releasing a short eBook  Christmas mystery in the Lily Gayle Lambert Mystery series December 15th, 2016, “Death By Christmas Punch.”

 

Visit Susan on the Web:

Website www.susanbolesauthor.com

Twitter: @SusanBAuthor

WordPress: https://susanbolesauthor.wordpress.com

Facebooks: https://www.facebook.com/people/Susan-Boles-Author/100010974857065

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/susan-boles-author-a4075484

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14866595.Susan_Boles

 

Buy Susan’s Other Books; Fated Love:

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Susan is running a giveaway over at her facebook page for this amazing glass. It runs from October 28 thru October 30. US only.

CLICK–> https://www.facebook.com/people/Susan-Boles-Author/100010974857065

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Spotlight of We Wish You A Murderous Christmas by Vicki Delany

BTB Spotlight
We Wish You A Murderous Christmas
Vicki Delany

What a treat we have right before Halloween from Vicki Delany!  She has given a sneak peek of the first chapter of her November release of We Wish You A Murderous Christmas. Happy Holidays!

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Chapter 1
Decisions decisions.
Did I want hearty traditional winter fare or something to remind me of summers at the lake?
Prime rib with roasted vegetables, or grilled salmon with rice pilaf?
“You have to make up your mind sometime, Merry.” Vicky handed the waitress her menu. “I’ll have the lamb shanks, please.”
“That sounds good,” I said. “Me too.”
“You always have what I have,” Vicky said.
“That’s because I can’t decide for myself.”
The waitress returned with a bottle of nice red wine and went through the ritual of opening and tasting. We were savoring the first sips when she came back, bearing an overflowing platter, and placed it on the table. Cartoucherie: a selection of cheeses and paper-thin slices of cured meats with an assortment of pickles and nuts served with hunks of freshly baked baguette.
“That looks delicious,” Vicky said, “but you have the wrong table. We didn’t order it.”
“Complements of the chef,” the waitress said with a grin.
“Nice.” I picked a tiny knife off the tray and sliced myself a sliver of creamy blue-veined cheese. “I heard they hired a new chef. My mom says the food’s improved dramatically. Is that why you wanted to try it? Wow, this is marvelous.” I let the deep sharp flavor linger in my mouth. My taste buds did a happy dance. Then I noticed the slight flush on my best friend’s face. “Oh,” I said. “I get it.”
Vicky Casey and I were at the Yuletide Inn for a special treat of a fancy dinner. It was a Tuesday night in mid-December, and both of us were rushed off our feet at work, but Vicky had convinced me (without much difficulty, I will confess) that we needed a break in the midst of the madness of the Christmas rush. I own a shop, Mrs. Claus’s Treasures, in Rudolph, New York, which we call America’s Christmas Town. Vicky’s the owner and chief baker of Victoria’s Bake Shoppe. It was her idea to have a special girls’ night out, to relieve some of the stress of the season. Judging by the high color of her cheeks, clashing dreadfully with the lock of purple hair falling across her forehead, Vicky had an ulterior motive.
“Evening ladies,” said the deep voice of the ulterior motive.
A man stood beside our table, dressed in a chef’s uniform of white jacket and gray striped pants. The logo of the Yuletide Inn was embroidered onto the jacket, with his name written in script beneath. Mark Grosse, Executive Chef.
Every woman in town was gossiping about this man. For once the gossip was understated. He was tall and lean, with dark hair cut short, enormous brown eyes specked with flakes of green, high cheekbones, and blindingly white teeth.
“Hi,” Vicky squeaked. “Thanks for this.”
“I hope you enjoy it.” He smiled at her.
“Very nice of you,” I said. I might as well not have bothered. Neither of them were paying the slightest bit of attention to me. Chef Mark was grinning at Vicky and she was grinning back.
“Oh, uh,” Vicky said, remembering her manners at last. “Mark, this is my friend Merry Wilkinson.”
He turned to me. His smile was dazzling. “So pleased to meet you, Merry. Are you a cook also?”
“I boil a mean pot of water,” I said.
“I’ve got to get back to the kitchen,” Mark said. “Nice meeting you, Merry. I hope you recognize the baguette, Vicky.”
“Sure do,” she said.
“Have a nice meal,” he said. “Don’t forget to save room for dessert. The gingerbread cake is fabulous.” He hurried away, back to the mysterious depths of a top-ranked restaurant kitchen.
I broke off a hunk of baguette and popped it into my mouth. Crunchy on the outside, soft and dense within. Delicious. “Yours?”
“Yup. As is the gingerbread cake.”
“Does he get all his desserts from you?”
“Just the bread mostly. As my gingerbread cake is a Rudolph specialty, he buys that from me too.”
I took a sip of wine. “Nice looking guy.”
“Is he?” she said, gulping down half a glass of her own. “I hadn’t noticed.”
I glanced around the dining room. It was full, and I knew Vicky only got a reservation because they had a cancellation for a table for two. Logs burned in the large open fireplace against one wall. Next to it a tall, fat, real Douglas fir was weighted down with decorations and trimmed with delicate white lights. The tables were covered in starched white linen tablecloths, and crystal and silver glimmered in the gentle light cast by a single votive candle. The glass candleholders were trimmed with a piece of freshly-cut holly. The room was full of light and laughter, warmth and wonderful scents, and that special something which was part of the season: Christmas magic. I settled back with a contented sigh.
“How’s business?” Vicky asked.
“Mad. Absolutely mad. As they say in show business, any publicity is good publicity. All the attention the town received when that journalist was killed has helped draw in the crowds. Once they found the killer and Rudolph’s reputation was cleared, anyway. I’m worried about running out of some of my stock before Christmas.”
“That’s a good worry,” Vicky said. “Better than being stuck with stuff you can’t move.”
We wiped the cartoucherie plate clean. When the waitress took away the empty platter she asked if we wanted another bottle. Vicky and I exchanged a question before saying, “Sure!” at the same time. The lamb shanks arrived and they were delicious, served with delicate potatoes, and grilled vegetables. We lingered over our meal for a long time, simply enjoying each other’s company and the welcome chance to relax.
I’ve had more of Vicky’s gingerbread cake than I can possibly remember, but I never get enough of it. I ordered that for dessert, and Vicky had the candy cane cheesecake. The gingerbread was served under a mountain of freshly whipped cream, and the cheesecake dotted with bits of crushed candy.
“My complements to the chef,” Vicky said as we rummaged for our credit cards.
The waitress was about fifty years old, but she giggled and blushed like a teenager talking about the captain of the football team. “Isn’t he wonderful? We’re so lucky to have him.”
Vicky pulled out her phone and called for a cab. Neither of us were in any state to drive.
Then, stuffed to the gills, more than a bit tipsy, my best friend and I staggered out the restaurant door into the hotel lobby.
The lobby of the Yuletide Inn was also beautifully decorated for the season. The huge tree was hung with an array of antique (or antique-looking) ornaments; wooden soldiers stood to attention in the deep stone windowsills; red stockings hung over the fireplace; terracotta pots overflowed with pink-flowered Christmas cactus and red and white poinsettia. Glass bowls of various sizes full of silver and gold balls sat on the large round table dominating the center of the room. A charming Christmas village, complete with snow on the roofs and lighted windows in the shops and houses, was arranged on a side table.
“Hey, look who’s here,” a baritone boomed.
“Hi Dad. Mom.” Even though I’d only seen them yesterday, we exchanged enthusiastic hugs and kisses. My parents greeted Vicky the same way, and we shook hands with the couple with my parents. Jack and Grace Olsen, owners of the Yuletide Inn.
“Are you going through for dinner?” I asked. “It’s late for you, isn’t it, Dad?”
“We’ve just finished,” he said, rubbing his round belly with a satisfied smile.
“I didn’t see you in the dining room.”
“We had a private room,” Mom said. “It pays to know the boss.” The two couples were close friends.
“Dinner was exceptional,” Vicky said, patting her own firm, flat stomach. “The new chef is simply fabulous.”
Grace and Jack beamed. “We’re hearing nothing but good reports,” Jack said. “And let me tell you that’s a relief, after the last guy.” The side of one lip twisted up in disapproval. Jack was, for his age, a good looking man with a strong square jaw and dancing blue eyes.
“We’re booked solid until New Year’s Day,” Grace added. “Some people have made next year’s reservations already.”
“Glad to hear it,” Dad said. “What’s good for the Yuletide is…”
“Good for Rudolph,” we chorused.
Dad said, “Ho, ho ho.” My dad was born on December 25th and named Noel. He has plump red cheeks, a round stomach, a long white beard, a mass of curly white hair, and bushy white eyebrows. Even when he’s not wearing the costume of red suit, black belt and boots, and pom-pom tipped hat Noel Wilkinson looks exactly like a storybook Santa Claus. And Santa he is, in our town at least. Tonight he was dressed in brown corduroy slacks (circa 1980) and a red sweater sporting a design of a reindeer with springs of holly entwined in his antlers and a big red woolen pom-pom for his nose. I noticed people walking through the lobby giving him sideways glances and their faces lighting up in smiles. It was late for small children to be around, but if they were Dad would always give them a wink and a hearty, “Ho, ho, ho.”
Vicky and I laughed and leaned against each other.
Always the more serious of the pair, my mother gave me a stern look. “You are not driving, I hope.”
“We’ve called a cab, Aline,” Vicky said.
“We can give you a lift,” Dad said. “We’re leaving now.”
“Thanks, Dad, but the cab’ll be here in a minute,” I said. “We’ll wait outside. Good night.”
We headed for the front doors as Jack Olsen said, “Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the navy, and Santa Claus visited the ship. We were in the Philippines, and he was the sorriest excuse…”
He broke off with a strangled cry. I heard a loud thump followed by a resounding crash. Grace screamed, my mom gasped, and Dad yelled, “Jack!

Berkley Prime Crime/Penguin Random House
Release date: November 1, 2016

About The Author:
Vicki Delany is one of Canada’s most prolific and varied crime writers. She is the author of twenty-three published crime novels, including standalone Gothic thrillers, the Constable Molly Smith series, and the Year Round Christmas Mysteries. Under the pen name of Eva Gates she is the national bestselling author of the Lighthouse Library cozy series.
Vicki lives and writes in Prince Edward County, Ontario. She is the past president of the Crime Writers of Canada.

Vicki’s Links:
Website: www.vickidelany.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vicki.delany.1 and https://www.facebook.com/evagatesauthor/
Twitter: @vickidelany and @evagatesauthor

What’s next for Vicki:
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Look for Elementary, She Read, the first in Vicki’s new Sherlock Holmes Bookshop series, coming March 14 from Crooked Lane.

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A copy of We Wish You A Murderous Christmas, US only.
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