Book Spotlight: Terror Never Sleeps by Richard Blomberg

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TitleTerror Never Sleeps
Book 2: Jack Gunn Thriller Series
Author: Richard Blomberg
Publisher: Beaver’s Pond Press
Publication Date: February 15, 2015
Pages: 337
ISBN: 978-1592988952
Genre: Military Thriller / Suspense

Format: Paperback, eBook (.mobi / Kindle), PDF
Navy SEAL Jack Gunn’s life is turned upside down when terrorists kidnap his family and disappear without a trace. While Jack and his team search frantically for clues in Virginia, half-way around the world, his wife, Nina struggles to survive the terrorist’s daily persecutions as his hostage.
Terror Never Sleeps is an action-packed tale of Nina’s transformation into a warrior who is fighting for her life, and Jack’s relentless pursuit of the terrorists from Mali to Diego Garcia to Pakistan. A military coup, propaganda, dirty bombs, and the launch of Pakistan’s nuclear arsenal with one target—Israel—is all part of the terrorist’s master plan, who are hellbent on blowing the world back to the eighth century. The non-stop action keeps the reader constantly off balance with the bizarre and unexpected.
Book Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Dawley Corners, VA
“I’m scared, Mommy.” Barett sat back up in bed, clutching his
dinosaur pillow under one arm and his frayed security blanket under the other.
“Don’t cry, honey. Daddy will be home tomorrow.” Nina brushed her
son’s tears aside with her fingers, cupped his tender face in her hands, and
gave him a kiss on the forehead. She inhaled the scent of baby shampoo from his
tangled wet hair and snuggled him to her chest. Barett’s Mickey Mouse
night-light cast a buttery glow across the carpet. A constellation of
fluorescent stars and planets were already glued to the ceiling of
his brand-new bedroom and floating like luminous jellyfish in the dark above.
“But what if the bad guys kill Daddy?” Barett chewed on the fringe
of his blanket.
“Nobody’s going to kill Daddy,” Nina quickly answered for the
umpteenth time as she stroked his black hair. Barett nodded, locked on Nina’s
eyes. She closed the bedtime storybook and put it back on the nightstand.
Barett’s lower lip quivered. “What if you die, Mommy? I heard you
and Daddy talking.” He started crying again.
Nina gasped. “You don’t need to worry anymore, sweetie. Mommy’s
cancer is all gone.” She crossed her hands across her chest and threw them up
into the air. “Poof! And Daddy is a brave Sioux, just like you.” She poked
Barett in the chest. “If the president of the United States trusts Daddy to
protect his country, I don’t think we need to worry.”
Sorrow instantly overwhelmed Nina, sad that Barett’s last thoughts
before falling asleep were to fear for his mommy’s and daddy’s lives—even though
Nina frequently cried herself to sleep with those same fears. Barett, Nina’s
angel throughout her chemotherapy, reached up and brushed her tears away with
his baby-soft fingers as he had done so many times before.
If Jack was Nina’s soul mate, Barett was her heart mate. Nina’s
first pregnancy ended horribly with a devastating and unexpected miscarrage.
Her second ended the same way. So after nine months of living on the jittery
edge of sanity, wondering what would go wrong the third time around, Barett was
her gift from God who miraculously joined the world on Nina’s twentysixth
birthday. She loved her little bear more than anything. She
loved Barett more than Jack.
Trying to stay strong and keep up a good front for Barett while
Jack was away, Nina snatched the dreamcatcher hanging from a tack in the wall
above Barett’s pillow and fanned his face with its eagle feathers as if she
were trying to start a fire.
“Remember, Uncle Travis had a very special medicine man make this
to protect you from bad dreams.” She tickled his chest until he giggled.
“He’s funny.”
“Now go to sleep, honey. Daddy will be home tomorrow.” She leaned
over and gave him one last kiss.
Nina left his door half open, just how Barett liked, and went
downstairs to lock up for the night. Everything in their condominium smelled
fresh and new. The paint on the walls, the polish on the floors, and the carpet
on the stairs. It was their first home and their first mortgage. Nina smiled,
thinking of her husband, Jack, and how he had gone over the top to buy the most
expensive door and window locks.
Being a Navy SEAL and the head of the Counterterrorism Task Force
(CTF) made it nearly impossible for Jack Gunn to trust anyone. The only people
he trusted were the other SEALs on his Ghost Team and Native Americans, like
Nina and him.
“I’m not going to be a prisoner in my own home, Jack. Spend all
the money on locks and guns and whatever else you think we need, but take a
look around. We’re not living in Afghanistan.” Nina had opened the blind so
Jack could look out and see their front yard of new sod, their one-inch elm
sapling held vertical by three posts and gardening wire, and the empty lots
across the street staked out for new construction. No one else had even moved
into their
building yet. They had first pick in the new ocean-view community
in Dawley Corners, south of Virginia Beach.
“This is what I’ve always wanted, Jack,” Nina had told him. “I
know it’s not Montana, but there’s no place I’d rather be.”
“The perimeter is secure,” she could almost hear Jack saying.
Her smile vanished as she pulled back a corner of the curtain and
watched a windowless panel van slowly cruise past their condo. It was the type
of hammer-and-nail-laden van construction crews drove through their
neighborhood on a daily basis, but not after dark at nine thirty on a Saturday
There was something about the van that sent a shiver up her spine
as it crawled around the cul-de-sac and came back. She let the sheer curtain
fall back into place and watched the headlights. They stopped at the end of
Nina’s driveway. With a growl of the engine, smoke puffed from the tail pipe
into the chilled air. Now hiding behind the front door, she began to
hyperventilate as she fought off the suffocating feeling of panic.
Nina felt guilty for cowering like a scared little girl. She knew
if Jack were home, he would have put one of his patented kill looks on
his face, stomped out the front door, and challenged the guys in the truck. He
did stuff like that all the time. Most of the time, the other guys took off
before he got close enough to do any harm; he looked that intimidating. Far
from being politically correct, Jack was the man who backed down to nobody. Who
feared nobody. Who suspected everybody.
Nina swallowed hard, checked the lock, and glanced up the stairs
to make sure Barett was still in bed. Fingers trembling, she fumbled to get her
cell phone out of her pocket to call Jack, but dropped it. Pieces of plastic
and glass blasted in every direction, like a grenade exploding in the dark, when
it hit the porcelain tile.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. That was her only phone. The van still
rumbled in the street, not moving. She made out the silhouette of a
stocking-capped, bearded man in the passenger seat. Her brain swelled like an
expanding water balloon between her ears.
“Think, dammit. Think.” She heard Jack’s words reverberating in
her head. It was late Saturday night, her phone was trashed, their home
Internet was not scheduled to be activated until Monday, which had not been a
big deal because her smartphone functioned as a mobile hot spot for her laptop.
All that had changed the instant her phone crashed.
Her feet felt as if they were stuck in cement, nailing her to the
floor behind the door.
“The gun. I’ve got to get the gun.”
She looked through the curtain at the van one last time, then
stumbled up the stairs, went into their bedroom closet, and turned on the
light. The gun safe still had the manufacturer’s stickers on the anodized steel
She dialed three numbers stuck in her head. Nothing. She tried
again. Nothing. The combination to the safe lay splayed across the entryway
floor downstairs in a worthless cell phone microchip.
A noise outside spooked her. Her fingers trembled on the dial.
She tried the lock one last time and prayed. “Hallelujah!” The
door opened. She grabbed the loaded shotgun. Jack always said it was the best
gun for home protection. Point the scattergun in the general direction of your
target and pull the trigger. It would blow a hole in the door the size of a basketball.
Nina had pulled the trigger on a shotgun once before. She blasted
tin cans and beer bottles with her brothers back at the reservation garbage
dump in Montana when she was a kid. The gun kicked like a mule and knocked her
on her butt. It seemed funny at the time.
She flipped the safety off, racked a shell into the chamber,
turned off the light, and tiptoed back out of the closet. The gun went first,
with Nina’s slippery finger on the trigger. Her eyes dilated to adjust back to
the dark.
The condo was too new. Nothing looked familiar. Every shadow,
every noise made her jump. The furnace kicked in. The bedroom curtain fluttered
over the heat duct. She heard a noise in the hallway. Nina opened the door with
the gun barrel.
“Barett. Oh my God. I almost . . .” She covered her mouth,
overcome by a sudden wave of nausea. Nina swallowed hard to push the bile back
down as she propped the gun up against the wall behind the door, out of
Barett’s sight. She grabbed Barett, hugged him hard, and carried him back to
his room. “Stay in bed, honey. Mommy will be right back.”
Nina snatched the gun with her shaking, sweaty hands and quickly
crept back down the carpeted stairs, trying her best to keep quiet.
The front door was still locked. The van was gone. She held the
shotgun against her chest and fixed her eyes on the doorknob, dreading movement
of any kind. Her heart raced as she waited in the dark.
The wind blew. The furnace kicked off. The doorknob did nothing.
She turned on the entryway light and scraped together all the
pieces of her phone.
I can’t call the police. The phone lines are down till Monday. I
can’t call or text Jack. He’ll be pissed. It was probably nothing. No need to
get all worked up. Just go to bed. Get a new cell phone in the morning before
Jack gets home. And put that stupid gun away before you shoot someone.
  Book Publication Date: February 15, 2015

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About The Author
Dr. Richard Blomberg has practiced anesthesia in the land of 10,000 lakes for twenty years. He grew up in an Iowa farm town, the oldest of ten, before serving as a Navy hospital corpsman during the Vietnam War. For generations, Richard’s family has proudly served in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines. He is a graduate of the University of Iowa and currently lives in the Twin Cities with his wife and family, where he is working on his next Jack Gunn thriller.
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Book Spotlight: Electricity by Christopher P. Ring

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Author: Christopher P. Ring

Publisher: Independent Self Publishing

Publication Date: December 5, 2014

Pages: 73


Genre: Literary / New Adult / Short Stories Collection

Format: eBook (.mobi / Kindle), PDF

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Book Synopsis:

A teenager wrestles with the meaning of love when his parent’s high-voltage marriage turns deadly.   School boys playing chicken with a commuter train, search for answers about life and death.  An American teacher working in Peru struggles to reconcile the gap between her idealism and the reality of poverty when an act of kindness leads to a frightening episode.  Covert baptisms, duels of love and highway robberies:  the coming-of-age stories in Electricity share a vision of America marked by tainted innocence and misguided idealism.
Book Excerpt:

But Licho remains tall.  Scanning the horizon of the classroom, his
hand blocks out an imagined sun.  Micah
follows his vision across the walls.
They are tacked with pictures she has torn from history books and
language books.  There are pictures of
Quechua farmers from the hills re-enacting ancient Inca dances for Inti-Ramin,
and next to those, pictures of Gene Kelly and Audrey Hepburn dancing on the
Seine in Paris.  On the back wall there
are pictures of conquistadors and ancient emperors, Pizarro paired with
Atahualpa, Cortez paired with Pachacutec.  And then Licho’s face expresses the
consternation of a soldier under attack.
Injuns,” Licho calls, pointing over Micah’s head.  “Man the fart.”
laughs.  “It’s fort.”
he says.  “Man the fort!”
leaps off the desk and runs for the far wall.
Then he comes back slowly, touching the ground and smelling his hand,
like an Indian tracking an animal.  This,
from a man who kills pigs and tars roads.
Nothing seems to phase him.  Yet,
she knows she would starve if she had to do these same things to feed herself.
thought you worked nights only?” Micah asks.
“What happened to work tonight?”
leaps to her desk and scurries across it like a crab.
it Licho.  What happened?”
work,” he says, falling backwards into her desk chair.  It groans as he slides backwards.  Suddenly he seems sullen.  “How do you say in Amer-eeca.  Fried?”
got fired!”
springs to his feet and nudges Micah towards the stack of chairs.  “Now you.
Tell what you see.”  He slides the
desk closer and jerks his head in an upward motion.
she says, listlessly.
            “Vengas.  I will hold chairs.”
feels silly doing this, but thinks she owes it to him.  After all, he has given up the afternoon,
reading to one group while she read with another.  And she has seen a world he has not seen, a
world he wants to see, and she feels sorry.
Yet, this is what scares her.  She
is afraid of what he might expect; with her, he could escape it all.  She climbs on to the desk and feels his hands
pushing and holding her waist at the same time.
The stack of chairs is a teetering ladder and for a moment, looking down
on him, Licho seems small.
do you see?” he yells out to her excitedly.
            Shhh!  Micah puts a finger to her lips.  The principal is in his office a few rooms
down the line from hers.  Micah should be
gone already.  With a free hand she grabs
at the tiled windowsill.  The moon is
streaking down across the courtyard, the dirt pale and white like dried bones.
see the moonlight,” she says.  “And
dirt.  And a pencil in the moonlight.”
si.  More.  What else?”
            “Nothing.”  The game feels silly.  She is thirty, not twenty-one.  What she has seen in Peru has made it hard to
pretend.   If she really wants to look,
she already knows what she will see – the things she has not been able to look
beyond.  Alcoholics littering the streets
with empty bottles of rubbing alcohol, stray dogs, piles of garbage clogging
the river, four year old children selling candy, dirty children, poverty.  A city still recovering from an earthquake
twenty years earlier.  Decay.  “Nothing,” she retorts.
            “Liar.  Let me look.
I will show.  I can see.”
her perch the emptiness of her classroom seems out of tune with the life her
students bring.  Licho reaches up for her
hand and pulls her down.  His hand goes
up the back of her shirt and it pinches her.
She stiffens.
hurt,” she says.
            “Sorry.”  He puts one hand to his lips, reaches out
with the other.  His finger tips are
coated in tar, small pebbles dried into them.
“No com off.”
relaxes.  It is his right to imagine, to
hope for something better.  He has
dreams, damn it.  They, too, must
pinch.  She can still feel where his hand
touched her, perhaps as much as he had hoped for, but she gives him a shoulder
and helps him up.  He rises against the
glow of the window.
is silence.
he says.  “Oh yes.  I see.”
talks about getting a job as a handyman in an apartment building in
Denver.  He paints dreams of ten hour
work days and coming home to sit on a balcony that overlooks the freeway, and
sipping Pisco Sour’s.  A movie theater is
a block away and there are three markets on the corner.  Nothing changes in his America but the
numbers.  There are more jobs, more cars,
twice as many food stands, trains and buses going to more places, elections
every week.  Micah stands by the door and
looks out.
you have apartamento on other side of road.
We sit on balcony and wave to each other after work.  Maybe you com over. We have ceviche or
MeecDonald’s.   Yes, I see.”  He looks at Micah in the doorway and
squints.  “You see, yes?”
climbs down and turns her towards the stack of chairs.  “I show you,” he says.  She can feel his hands against her ribs as he
urges her to climb again, but she doesn’t want to.  This is unrealistic.  It is a fantasy she knows not to encourage,
yet she does not want to break it.  She
grabs the edge of a chair and resists.
With her legs she pushes back against Licho.  She feels the back of her head knock into his
he says, pinning her with his rough hands.
The stack slides up against the window sill.  Down the hill there are people working and
walking the streets, but they are miles away at this point.
he spits.  Liar.  Micah is gated between his arms and the
chairs and she can feel his breath on her neck.
Its sweet smell of cola mixes with the dried tar on his shirt.   Twisting her by the arms he wrenches her
loose as the chairs topple over in a big crash.
The small room is split in half by the meager courtyard light.  Where they stand by the desk the light is
soft and dusty, but the far end by the doorway is darkness.  She winds her way through the fallen desks,
stepping on markers and crayons that she had to purchase with her own
money.  Holding close to the back wall
Micah finds herself crossing out of the light, but away from the doorway.   She remembers the old woman squatting on the
corner a few days earlier whom he had scolded, swatted at the woman’s head with
a rag he was carrying.  “Puerco,” he’d
said.  Pig.  She’d gotten mad at him for that, though at
the time it seemed innocent.  A woman
should not have to see that, he’d said.
he calls over softly, leaning into the desk.
The single drawer is open.  In his
hand he is waving something, her passport.
For a moment her breath is paralyzed.


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Christopher P. Ring writes fiction, poetry, children’s stories, travel essays, social commentaries, humor and screen plays.  His writing has appeared in numerous regional magazine and small literary journals such as Caldera and The Broken Bridge Review.  He received his Master’s Degree in Creative Writing from the University of New Hampshire and taught High School English for several years in the U.S. and abroad.   He continues to teach the art storytelling to Elementary school students in Southern Maine, where he resides with his wife (a teacher too) and two children.Much of his fiction draws on the experiences and discoveries of his life as a “rambler”.  Growing up in Long Island, New York, he developed an insatiable thirst to escape the confines of conventional living, spending his twenties and early thirties travelling the globe to off the beaten path places in search of adventure.  He has called many regions of the U.S. his home and has also lived in Ireland, the Andes of Colombia, and Vienna, Austria.  As with the cultures and places he has visited, the settings in his story shape the events and characters profoundly.

You can learn more about Christopher P. Ring and check out other writing of his at  His next book, The Glow, a collection of speculative fiction short stories, will be available in April, 2015.


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Murder in Another Time and Place

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dead woman on stairsI’m so excited because this week my first novel, The Bone Church, will be featured at the Virginia Festival of the Book. I’ll get to schmooze with readers and fellow thriller authors, go to receptions and fancy brunches, and do all the things that I don’t often do because I’m usually at home using all manner of Voodoo to conjure ideas for my stories. Or I’m wiping noses, cooking dinners and chaperoning field trips.

Not complaining here. It’s a great life.

But I’m especially over the moon because I get to be part of a panel discussing Murder in Another Time and Place. For a girl like me, murder (especially murder in a foreign locale) is like the Beatles. It’s like Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s, it’s…well, you get the picture. I get all beside myself.

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Talking Books with Joni Parker, author of The Seaward Isle Saga

Joni ParkerJoni Parker was born in Chicago, Illinois, but left the windy city at an early age when her family moved to Japan. Upon return to the United States, her family moved to Phoenix, Arizona where she graduated from Camelback High School and began college. However within months, Joni quit college and joined the Navy where she became a Photographer’s Mate. After 3 years in the Navy, she returned to college and got married. She got a Bachelor’s degree in Accounting and an MBA before she returned to the Navy. As a Commissioned Officer, Joni attended the US Army Command and General Staff College, completing a Master of Military Arts and Sciences Degree. She retired from the Navy with over 22 years of service and spent several years traveling the United States in a motorhome with her husband. When he died unexpectedly, Joni returned to work for the federal government in a civil service job. Five years ago, she started writing and retired once more to devote more time to her new passion. She currently lives in Texas.

Her latest fantasy books are The Black Elf of Seaward Isle, Tangled Omens and Blood Mission.

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Black Elf 3Title: The Black Elf of Seaward Isle
Author: Joni Parker
Publisher: Village Green Press, LLC
Pages: 330
Genre: Fantasy/Action Adventure
Format: Paperback/Kindle

On the mysterious Seaward Isle, Alex, the young daughter of Count Dumwalt, escapes Wizard Mylar’s attack on her father’s fortress with the help of two men, Hamlin and Tyrone, who take her to her brother in the village of Nyla. Disguised as a boy to stay at the Sword Academy with her brother, she learns of the death of her parents and vows to avenge their deaths. At the same time, a witch on the far side of the island predicts the rise of the Black Elf, the only person with the power to kill a wizard.

Meanwhile, Alex’s stay at the academy is cut short when the headmistress arranges her adoption by a Scinthian Scout, an Amazon warrior and her Dwarf companion. When her adoptive mother is killed in a pirate attack, Alex returns home to Nyla where Tyrone, now the Governor, takes her in as his ward as he accepts a cadre of Scinthian soldiers for training to restore their decimated Army. Since Alex can speak their language, she becomes a training liaison, leading to her selection as an elite soldier and assassin known as a tracker. Her first mission succeeds beyond all expectations and results in her selection as a training officer for the Scinthians, still involved in an extensive training program.

Upon assignment to a remote border outpost, Alex discovers evidence of foul play—eight missing soldiers. As she attempts to uncover the mystery, she meets with resistance and skepticism, but she leads a mission to save them. As she basks in her glory, the wizard shows up to seek revenge on Governor Tyrone, forcing Alex to intervene.

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Tangled Omens 3Title: Tangled Omens
Author: Joni Parker
Publisher: Village Green Press, LLC
Pages: 320
Genre: Fantasy/Action Adventure
Format: Paperback/Kindle

Alex, now an experienced soldier and proven tracker, goes undercover to learn the fate of a pirate leader. As she conducts her investigation in the market, she has her fortune read by the famous Witches of Winden, renown fortunetellers. Unimpressed, she’s about to leave when a man barges into the tent demanding his fortune be read. Alex observes and notices similarities to hers–their omens seem entangled, but she dismisses it as coincidence. However, she learns that he’s the Horseman, the most dangerous pirate spy on Seaward Isle and wanted for treason by her King. Although she attempts to follow him, he sails away on a ship.

When she returns home, she reports the incident to Governor Tyrone who tasks her to find and kill him or die trying, her first tracker mission. Although she doesn’t know his real name, she’s the only one who can recognize him. His trail leads her north, deep into the pirate stronghold of Riverton, her first solo mission.

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Blood Mission 3Title: Blood Mission
Author: Joni Parker
Publisher: Village Green Press, LLC
Pages: 323
Genre: Fantasy/Action Adventure
Format: Paperback/Kindle

While on leave from the army, Alex visits her cousin, Prince Darin of the Water Elves, and arrives in time to thwart an assassination attempt ordered by the rogue Elf Mellen. Although weakened by poison, the Prince assigns Alex a Blood Mission to kill Mellen. However, Alex finds the Elf elusive as he organizes and trains his pirates to take over the harbor at Agana, the best deep water port on the island.

At the same time, Alex must deal with Colonel Jeffrey, a handsome young man determined to marry her for her inheritance. Alex rejects his advances and faces his wrath, becoming the target of several murderous plots. Unfortunately, her path to success includes Colonel Jeffrey as she needs him and his soldiers to stop the Elf Mellen before he takes over and destroys the fragile civilization on the island.

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Q: Welcome to Beyond the Books, Joni. Can we start out by telling us whether you are published for the first time or are you multi-published?

Multi-published. My first series was published by a small indie press, Village Green Press LLC. It consists of three books—The Black Elf of Seaward Isle, Tangled Omens, and Blood Mission. In addition, my publisher had me write a bonus estory, The Island Game: The Inside Story of Seaward Isle to help readers understand the island a little better.

Q: When you were published for the first time, which route did you go – mainstream, small press, vanity published or self-published and why or how did you choose this route?

Initially, I self-published my first book, The Black Elf of Seaward Isle, but soon realized that was a mistake. It wasn’t properly edited and the cover wasn’t up to par. Later, I found an editor who took my books with her on her new endeavor, running a small indie press. She’s published all of my books so far.

Q: How long did it take you to get published once you signed the contract?

I signed a contract in May 2012 and my first ebook, The Black Elf of Seaward Isle, was published in July. The print version followed over a year later.

Q: How did it make you feel to become published for the first time and how did you celebrate?

I was very excited when my self-published book was released in December 2010 and my friends even had a book signing party for me at a restaurant. The subsequent re-release by my publisher in July 2012 was without any fanfare. I couldn’t figure out a way to have a book signing for an ebook.

Q: What was the first thing you did as for as promotion when you were published for the first time?

The first thing I did was to send an email to all my friends and relatives to let them know I published a book. I was very excited.

Q: Since you’ve been published, how have you grown as a writer and now a published author?

I had a long dry spell of writing before I took it up again about 6 years ago, so I was very rusty. It took me several years to shake the rust out and get back in the swing. My vocabulary has improved and my style has become more fluid. Being published isn’t what made the difference. The process of writing, editing, re-writing, and plain hard work did.

Q: What has surprised or amazed you about the publishing industry as a whole?

The most surprising thing about the publishing industry is the need for authors, self-published or traditional, to be so involved in marketing. I guess I took it for granted that books would sell on their own merit, but they don’t. Marketing takes a lot of time and effort and is way out of my comfort zone. For me, writing was the easier part of the process; marketing is hard work.

Q: What is the most rewarding thing about being a published author?

I’ve gained self-confidence in myself and my writing ability. I improve every day.

Q: Any final words for writers who dream of being published one day?

Keep your dreams realistic. Chances are your book won’t make the best seller list, but celebrate if it does.

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Interview with Dr. Mark J. Rogers, author of ‘The Art & Science of Healing’

Dr. Mark J. RogersOur guest today is Dr. Mark J. Rogers. Dr. Rogers will be talking about becoming published for the first time, how he’s grown as an author and his new book, The Art & Science of Healing – With Light.

Q: Welcome to Beyond the Books, Mark. Can we start out by telling us whether you are published for the first time or are you multi-published?

Thank you so much for allowing me to be here. The Art and Science of Healing – with The Art & Science of Healing with Light 2Light is my first book.

Q: When you were published for the first time, which route did you go – mainstream, small press, vanity published or self-published and why or how did you choose this route?

I chose the self-publishing path and I have no regrets in doing so. The biggest bonus is that you can get your work out there and available so much quicker than any other way.

Q: How did it make you feel to become published for the first time and how did you celebrate?

Relief was my first emotion. I am a doctor who treats chronic pain through non mainstream methods. The Art and Science of Healing – with Light is the result of my life’s work in this field. I felt if I got hit by a bus my work is done. It is empowering to know that my work can now be shared with everyone.

Q: What was the first thing you did as for as promotion when you were published for the first time?

I went to Washington to attend a World medical conference in my field and I gave away copies of the book in lieu of business cards. It was one way of making sure all the experts in my field had a copy of my book in their hands. I since learnt that most indeed did read it and some left me very good reviews.

Q: Since you’ve been published, how have you grown as a writer and now a published author?

Let’s such say that the second book has begun. With the first book I was keen on getting the facts out about how chronic pain develops and how mainstream medicine makes it worse, and of course how you can heal. In this second book I feel I can relax more. Facts are still important but I feel that I can have a little more fun this time.

Q: What has surprised or amazed you about the publishing industry as a whole?

That writing the book is only half the work, selling and promoting is more difficult.

Q: What is the most rewarding thing about being a published author?

The peace of having my years of research complied into an easy to read work that will change the lives of chronic pain patients. It has brought me great inner peace to know that anyone can now have access to this knowledge.

Q: Any final words for writers who dream of being published one day?

Make it happen. Don’t be that person who always says, ‘One day I’ll write a book.’ Do it. Sit down, plot it out, think it through, and then write as if you have demons chasing you, because in a way most writers do. At the end of it you can proudly say, I wrote a book. It’s a great feeling.

About the Author:

Dr. Mark Rogers has been a general practitioner for thirty years and developed his expertise in soft tissue injuries, chronic pain, and laser over the last twenty. A former migraine and back patient himself, he saw the need for a book specifically for patients and how to heal their pain. He has presented papers on his methods all over the world and lectures to post graduate Masters students. Three times nominated for Australian of the Year he lives in Adelaide, Australia, is married and has five children.

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About the Book:

Chronic pain has reached epidemic proportions but it is not a disease. Chronic pain is a genuine physical problem and its epidemic is being spread by the very treatments the doctors are prescribing. Over thirty percent of patients across the world present with back, neck, or head pain, the majority of whom are in chronic pain, but all doctors offer is a prescription for painkillers and a referral for intensive physical therapy. The patients never improve, in fact they get worse. Instead of receiving empathy and understanding they are often accused of being dishonest about the severity of their pain. Some are even sent for psychotherapy. ‘The Art and Science of Healing – with Light’ breaks that vicious cycle. Within it is explained to patients how they developed chronic pain in the first place and how to begin to heal their migraines, back pain, neck pain, tinnitus, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome, and all forms of chronic pain in general.

Doctor Mark Rogers bases the healing process on his 7 Principles of Healing Chronic Pain. His methods are all based in science, are common sense, pain free, drug free, have no painful exercises, and no ‘mind over matter’ meditations for coping because the problem is not in the mind of the patients, it is in their bodies at a deep cellular level. The 7 Principles have a conservative efficacy of eighty-five percent. As long as the Principles are followed the patient will heal. It is the medical system that is keeping patients in pain through ignoring the origin of the pain. Pain is not a mystery, it is not a disease, it means you are being hurt. Chronic pain means you are still being hurt. Written in a clear easy to read style with minimal medical jargon it is designed for patients to finally give them understand what happened to them and gain control over their healing processes so they can start healing today.

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  • The Art and Science of Healing – with Light is available at Amazon.
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The Story behind ‘Seasons of Empowerment for Adolescent Girls’ by Irene S. Roth

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Seasons of AdolescentsI have been teaching teens and young adults for over twenty five years, and I have discovered how vulnerable adolescent girls feel when they are in their early teens. I have also spoken to a few teens in my church and in other communities too, and they all expressed a very raw vulnerability, one that I remember very well.

I wanted so badly to help them. Yet, at that point, I had not done any research or work in this area. So, I kept reading for years and jotting my ideas down in my writer`s journal until one day something clicked:  I knew that I had to do something to help these wonderful girls to live the best life that they were capable of. And that is how the idea for the book was born.

It took me many more years to do a lot of reading and research. I…

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Book Spotlight: Derek the Dragon – Children’s Book Collection by Leela Hope

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Derek The Dragon (Book 1)

TitleDerek The Dragon 

Author: Leela Hope

Publisher: Independent Self Publishing

Publication Date: January 26, 2015

Pages: 22


Genre: Childrens Books

Format: eBook (.mobi – Kindle) / PDF

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Derek The Dragon

Do your kids ever feel sad?

Do they have trouble making friends?

An amazing story for all ages to enjoy, aimed at children 0-5 years of age. Watch as Derek the Dragon learns about the meaning of happiness in this tale. Come and meet an adventurous dormouse who decides that he can change his lot in life and through caring about others he ends up saving his village. The story is told through rhyming verse and vivid illustration. Derek the Dragon contains a great message about caring and friendship for parents to share with their children.


Derek The Dragon (Book 2)

TitleDerek The Dragon And The Missing Socks 

Author: Leela Hope

Publisher: Independent Self Publishing

Publication Date: January 25, 2015

Pages: 22


Genre: Childrens Books

Format: eBook (.mobi – Kindle) / PDF

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Derek The Dragon And The Missing Socks

Do your kids forget to clean up their rooms?

Have they ever asked you to find things for them?

This story is pure family entertainment. It is great for kids 2-82 but it is aimed at the 0-5 age group. The book covers a very important life skill, cleaning. Derek the dragon does not like to clean, but he learns that he needs to get his house clean if he is ever going to find his lucky socks. Devin the dormouse comes to help his friend and shows him the way to get his house clean. The friends clean the cave and find the lucky socks. The story is brought to life through vivid illustrations and is told in rhyming verse.



Derek The Dragon (Book 3)


TitleDerek The Dragon and Princess Dayna 

Author: Leela Hope

Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: January 25, 2015
Pages: 22
Genre: Childrens Books
Format: eBook (.mobi – Kindle) / PDF
Derek The Dragon and Princess Dayna
Do you or your kids have trouble with people who are different?
Do your kids have trouble making friends?
This is a terrific story aimed at kids 0-5, and yet, it is fun for the whole family to read and enjoy. Derek the Dragon, the dormouse, Devin and Princess Dayna all learn a lot about friendship. The book deals with misunderstandings and stereotypes, but in a way that is very palatable for little children to understand. The villagers are worried about a dragon flying around their village. They send their princess off to deal with the situation. The story is told in rhyming verse and featuring dynamic illustrations. It is a story for the whole family to enjoy.
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Meet The Author
Leela Hope is a writer with over 22 years of experience in writing endearing children’s fiction. Her lively characters have entranced and captivated her audience, and she has taken great joy in writing the three series of books, each beautifully illustrated with love and care. Her stories concentrate on the adventures of floppy eared bunnies and wide-eyed children learning lessons in life, before returning home wiser and eager for sleep. leela hope writes her stories to entertain the very young, but also to educate. Her vision is always of a parent sitting on a child’s bed, reciting the stories each night, while the young one drifts off to sleep, lulled into a dream world full of fun and adventure.From her very earliest years of childhood, Leela made up stories in her head, telling them to her younger brother and sister. The stories flowed easily from her mind, and it wasn’t long before she realized she had a gift for writing. By the age of 14, she had already written a small book of short stories for her own entertainment, and by the age of 22, she had published her first full-fledged children’s fiction in several magazines. Leela hope was destined to be an author and she knew exactly what genre of fiction she wanted to dedicate her life too.

Born in San Diego, California, and still residing in the area, Leela studied English Literature at Berkeley, earning a degree in 1989. Her writing covers a span of several genres, but she always returns to her first love, children’s fiction. She enjoys scuba diving and visiting wildlife parks, seeking new inspiration for cuddly characters for her stories. leela hope lives in an urban area of San Diego and is presently at work on a new book.
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