Saturday, December 20, 2014

Rave reviews Book Club Spotlight Author Blog Tour for Rochelle Carter



Why I’m proud to be a member of the Rave Reviews Book Club

As a publisher and author, I am always seeking ways to help my authors get promoted. I am a huge fan of having them connect through a community, however with such a virtual staff and team of authors it has been difficult to really get them on board with each other.

Rave Reviews Book Club is the only group I know that rewards its member handsomely through publicity for showing up and supporting each other.

This may seem like a little thing for most authors, but for me, an introvert, it fits my lifestyle perfectly.



1.       I like to read books- #RRBC allows me to choose, from highlighted members or at random from a list of members, an author that I can read, support and see their progress without wading through millions of Amazon books. I have my favorites, but it’s nice to whittle down the “give it a try” list to engaged authors in the group

2.       I like to play on twitter- Now I have people I search for regularly to retweet and share information with. Gone are the days of wandering through twitter, now I just hit the #RRBC hashtag to see what’s new with the crew!

3.       I love to play in chat rooms- Do you even remember what those are? I don’t always get to make it, but chat rooms are so much fun for our book of the month authors to gather, answer questions and overall just show off their books. I love getting to know more about them in an informal setting, and I prefer the room to Facebook honestly.

These are just my top three “likes” for RRBC, but there are many more. I am happy to be a part of such a great group of supportive authors, and I hope they don’t find me too difficult and kick me out… J



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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Fannie and the Polite Stranger


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                        Emma Walker Phipps                Fannie McKenzie

ws_A_Path_in_the_Woods_in_Autumn_768x1024Fannie McKenzie was my grandmother's niece who married Horace Werden and lived with him in a log cabin on a farm north of us. Every day she would feed her sheep and her chickens and guineas and then walk a mile through our woods to teach at the Balch school house. Most days after it turned cold, she carried a spur triggered pistol in her muff to shoot squirrels on the way home.
squirrel1On a day which was cold enough to see her breath, she met a stranger on the path who asked what the shortest way was to get across the river.
"See that hogback, yonder?" she said, pointing this way and that. IMG_1818
"Right beyond the top, there's a fork in the path. Take the path straight east, down into the hollow and follow the creek. Just keep a-going and directly you'll end up at McCann's Ford."
"Yes ma'am," he said with a wide-eyed nod, "Yes ma'am!" And he hurried on his way.
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"Well now, he's awful polite," she said as she watched him go. And then she remembered the pistol in her hand as she put it back in her muff.
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Tom Phipps

Monday, December 15, 2014

Homer's Head



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When Lukus takes his Elven wife and her family into The Suds and Steer in Sweetpea  to enjoy a Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindlenice supper in Chapter 40 of Stone Heart, they run into trouble...
Lukus was disappointed that the waitress did not recognize him in the least, though he clearly knew better. It merely made her like nearly everyone else on earth. Soon she was back, huffing and shuffling and sidling between tables as she brought forth the stew. She labored to breathe as she strained to set out the steaming bowls beyond the reaches of her girth without tottering. As she straightened up, Soraya lowered her hood and unbuttoned her cloak in order to eat. The elephantine serving woman stopped wide eyed and rigid, jowls a-jiggle. As a look of hatred swept across her lardy face, she furiously snapped up both bowls at once, slinging stew onto both Soraya and Lukus. "We don't serve y'r stinkin' kind in here!" she screeched as she wheeled away to the kitchen with their meal.
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Lukus sprang up, knocking his chair flat as he started after her.
"Hey," said Danneth, intercepting him. "Perhaps it would be wise if we just left quietly."
"No," said Lukus between his teeth. "Not until that sow gives me a better reason than she just did."
"I'd say there's a very good chance she'll not," said Danneth with a sigh as he stepped aside.
Lukus zigzagged between the tables, catching up to the waitress just as she put her shoulder to black-patina-platesthe swinging door to the kitchen. "Please excuse my abruptness ma'am," he said as polite as he could manage, "but I'd truly like to know why you refused to serve my wife and me the meal we just ordered. Our money's as good as anyone's."
"I'm s'prised you'ns even 'ave the nerve t' come in here a-flauntin' y'selves amongst decent folks," she huffed in a thin falsetto, as her eyes turned to hot slits in her red face. "Ye think we don't know what you're all about? Ha! The queen told us 'erse'f, she did."
"She what? So just what did the queen say about the Elves?"
"You ain't no Elf!" she screeched.
"No, I'm not. Now, will you please be kind enough to answer my question? Just what on earth ANT02102did Spitemorta say about the Elves?"
She looked across the room at Soraya. "Why are ye traveling with an Elf?" she said defiantly. "Don't y' know they're dangerous?"
"What makes them dangerous, then?"
"They're after our land. They're out t' kill us all for it, too," she said with wild piggy eyes. "Y' best get shed o' that Elf right now! She'll sooner slit y'r throat as look at ye, young fool!" And with that, she shoved past him through the door with a shriek and a yank of her tray, sending the bowls skittering across the kitchen floor on the other side.
Lukus looked up from his shocked disbelief to find the entire room astir like a kicked hive, every single eye on him. Across the room Soraya and her kin bore emphatically urgent looks. Things were well on their way to getting ugly and they needed to get out.
Lukus tramped across the dining room, put the bail of one traveling basket in the crook of his arm antique-pewter-plate-olivier-le-queinecand the other one in his left hand as he grabbed Soraya with his right, pulling her to her feet and heading for the hall to the stairs, surrounded by Neron, Danneth, Strom and Jerund.
"Just get our belongings and go?" he said, bounding up the steps.
"You mean there's a choice?" said Neron.
"Is there a way out up here?" said Danneth.
"Everyone grab up your things!" cried Jerund as he hurried ahead. "Good job no one unpacked. I'll go see." As everyone raced to his respective door, Jerund reached the window at the end of the hall. "Cac! Léan air! A leithéid de chac!" he cried. Suddenly he broke out the glass and waved out the window. "Hey! Get the coach and the unicorns around front! Now!" He dashed back, by the rooms as everyone came out. "No way out We got 'o go back the way we came in! If we're lucky the coach will be somewhere...!"
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Lukus fumbled with buckles, strapping the claymore to his back for the first time. He grabbed up the twins, put his arm around Soraya and was ready. "It's a mercy no one chased up here after us," he said. Down they went, plunging into the dining room full of glares, angry jeers and shaking fists. They shoved their way through the jostling and spitting, but miraculously got to the front door. Soraya, Strom and the twins got shoved outside, stumbling onto the steps before the door got slammed painfully on Danneth's arm.
"Get 'em, Homer!" came cries all around, as a hateful face stepped forth and ran a rapier through Jerund's shoulder.
Lukus went instantly white hot, lunging forward with a furious two handed swing. Gearr Téigh Síós rang with a sharp ping and Homer's head rolled away across the plates on the floor with a kristeva-severed-topbloody bounce under dancing feet as the crowd gasped, taken by surprise. Suddenly a rotten toothed man with a tar tail charged up with a cutlass to be impaled by Neron, who yanked out his claymore from the fellow and neatly cleaved two heads, while Lukus took off another's arm. When the crowd hesitated, Danneth pulled Jerund outside, as Neron and Lukus backed out and slammed the door.
Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Monday, December 8, 2014

Rave Reviews Book Club Spotlight Author Blog Tour for John Howell, Author of My GRL

This is the second stop on what has been a fantastic tour as a Rave Reviews Book Club Spotlight Author. If you would like to be chosen for this honor you need to be a member. To find out how go to the website http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com/ and read all about it. You can also see all my tour stops listed under Spotlight Authors.


Thank you so much for hosting me. This is a good time and place to let your readers know a little about my book. The first thing people ask me when they see the title My GRL is, “Is there a typo in your title?” I have to chuckle since most of the people asking that question are usually on the lookout for an expired date on the can of peas or carton of milk at the store. It is plain they do not want any “spoiled” goods on their hands. The reason the title is written that way it is the name of a boat. It is the boat which John J. Cannon has bought and is unaware My GRL has been targeted by a splinter group of terrorists. They want to use the boat as a floating bomb to destroy the Annapolis midshipmen on their summer cruise. They have selected John’s boat because in New York harbor it would not stand out from all the other boats that will be there to celebrate Fleet Week on the east coast.


The story is through the eyes of John Cannon a very successful San Francisco litigation lawyer. He finds himself in a position after fifteen years of practicing law of wanting to take some time off. He arranges to take a leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat. He is thinking of starting a charter business and finds that he will need to work hard to get a license. He goes to school to learn how to operate his boat and is becoming more proficient. His first inkling that there may be trouble is when he wakes up in the hospital and learns he was found unconscious next to the body of the attractive young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. He is the only one standing between the terrorists and the accomplishment of their mission.



John Cannon is an ordinary guy who wants nothing more than to try and become fulfilled in pursuit of a dream. He is not a superhero, but a person who becomes caught up in the machinations of those whose objective is destroying symbols of American strength and thereby discrediting America itself.
My GRL is the first book in the John Cannon trilogy. The second, titled His Revenge is now with the publisher and continues the story of John trying to be normal under extraordinary circumstances. John has dedicated himself to bring the leaders of the terrorist group to justice with the help of the Police chief of a small fishing village who is a veteran of the FBI. The action is stepped up when the leader of the terrorists decides to use John as a pawn to meet the group’s goals.


The final story in the Trilogy has the working title of Our Justice and should be finished by the end of December. As the title suggests this story is not only the final book in the trilogy, but also the final resolution of John’s efforts to eliminate the terrorist threat.


My GRL can be found:
Martin Sisters Publishing http://www.martinsisterspublishing.com
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Friday, December 5, 2014

Elf in the Night



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Good_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_KindleOn the eve of Neron becoming king (ri) of the Jutland Elves in Good Sister, Bad Sister, he discovers to his horror that his wife Nessa has the plague. He goes in search of Wizard Razzmorten...
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"Trafferth!" muttered old white haired Peredur as he yanked tight the sash of his robe. "I'm doing ye a favor here, unless ye want to be scared clean away from the door." He glanced in the direction of the knocking as he stooped to pick up a flame on the wick of his 221028294183064616_NBVKNTHb_bcandle before stumping the length of the house to the door. "Dod i mewn, dod i mewn," he said, fumbling to lift the latch with an empty sconce in one hand and a dribbling candle in the other. He threw open the door and looked the stranger up and down.
"Gabhaim pardun agat..." said Neron.
"Prince Neron!" said Peredur with a wide eyed gasp as he twisted the candle into the sconce at last. "Do come in! My word, I'm hardly dressed fit for a prince."
"I'm so very sorry to be bothering you in the middle of the night..."
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Neron gave a nod.
"I simply don't know where he is, Your Highness. He's like that sometimes, and I never know what to do. But I can certainly wake Mistress Dewin for you..."
"Forgive me, but please do."
Peredur's eyes got very wide at this. He thrust his sconce into Neron's hands and vanished into the blackness of the house, leaving a trail of hurried footfalls. He crept past Ugleeuh's room andimages knocked softly on Minuet's door. The door came open immediately, causing him to gasp and step backward.
" Peredur!" said Minuet. "I thought you were Leeuh."
"I suppose my tiptoeing woke you. I'm sorry. Prince Neron is down at the door. Something awful has happened and he wanted to see your father. I told him you'd speak with him."       
"Very well. Thank you. Just go on back to bed. I'll take care of it."
Minuet found Neron still dutifully holding the flickering candle. She curtsied and relieved him of it image018as she lit every candle in the room with a wave of her hand and saw that his face looked haunted. "The plague?" she thought. "You're trying to find Father?" she said.
"Desperately, I'm afraid. My wife may be dying."
"That's terrible! I don't know where he is."
Neron's eyes fell shut for a moment.
"Is she ill, injured?"
"I'm very sorry," said Neron, getting hold of himself. "It would be irresponsible of me to disclose that. Please. It's just that..."
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"Oh Fates, yes!" he said, squeezing shut his eyes with a silent sob.
"Forgive me Prince Neron," she said. "I've not quite told you the truth. Please excuse me. I'll be right back." She turned at once and vanished into the hallway. By the time he had found a chair and had taken a weary seat, she was back. "This," she said as she handed him her vial and pipette, "is oil of oregano. Put six drops under her tongue, six times a day."
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"Yes it is. Does she have buboes?"
"My dear sweet child," said Neron as he reached out, intending to give her a firm hug. "Thank the very Fates for you! Oh!" he said, stopping short and stepping back away from her. "I mustn't expose you. No. She has the hepatic kind."
"Good. Then that will give you more oil for under her tongue. Make sure she takes every last oreganodrop of it. And again, I'm sorry for my not telling you the truth. Father gave me strict orders that no one was to know his whereabouts. He's getting a hay load of oregano plants along the south shore of the Gulf of Orrin. I'll tell him that I told you, but please tell no one else."
"You have my word. Niarg has the plague, too? remote_image_1331653487
"Several have died at Castle Niarg," she said with a nod. "The first death was a young courier from Far, so it's there, too."
Neron paused to shake his head grimly. "I must go," he said as he hurriedly stepped to the door and opened it. "Thank you, thank you! You've saved my whole world."
"Six drops under her tongue, six times a day..." she called after him, but he had already vanished into the night air.
"Nessa," he said softly the moment he appeared by her side, "I have the most wonderful news." He gently brushed aside her hair. Her forehead was cold. For a moment he couldn't breathe. He frantically grabbed up her cold hand and held it to his cheek as a horror of icy fire flooded his chest. "Oh...! No!" he cried out, echoing through every hall in the palace as his legs buckled and gave way.

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps