Thursday, November 12, 2026

VBT: Sugar Sand Land



GENRE: Romance 


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BLURB: 

For fans of Ashley Poston and Abby Jimenez, a contemporary romance—with a twist—about a media-savvy reality television star and a canceled country singer. 


 


Twenty-eight-year-old beauty Emerson Blue is the second most followed celebrity on social media. A self-proclaimed “living piece of art” who rose to fame as a reality star and then parlayed her celebrity into a megabucks career as an influencer, she seems to have everything. 


 


Forty-eight-year-old Grammy winner Renn Walker is a fallen country music star. Years ago, he was canceled following allegations of sexual misconduct, and he has lived in seclusion ever since. Once a beloved figure, he seems to have lost it all. 


 


When Emerson and Renn meet, sparks fly. Against all odds, a star obsessed with popularity and a recluse shunned by the world fall in love. Everyone in the public and media has an opinion and thinks they know Emerson and Renn. But in a world dominated by social media—a world that blurs the lines between what’s public and private, what’s real and what’s illusion—do we ever really know anyone? 


 


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EXCERPT:

While Leo was shuffling around papers in his briefcase, Renn’s eyes wandered, flitting from a group of well-known music producers huddled together to a Jeff Koons sculpture to a famous film director arguing with a woman who was definitely not his wife, and then his gaze landed on her: a stunningly beautiful woman sitting on a love seat next to someone, with a crowd standing around her, enrapt by whatever she was saying. She laughed and tilted her head back, and Renn found himself staring so intently his mouth was hanging open. 


 


“Found the contract,” Leo announced, closing his briefcase. Renn didn’t respond, so he tapped his arm. “Hey, you okay?” 



“Who’s that woman?” Renn asked, his eyes on her like a laser. “With the long spiral curls and piercing blue eyes.” 


 


Leo followed his gaze. “Emerson Blue. You seriously don’t know who she is?” 


 


Renn shook his head, unwilling to take his eyes off her. 


 


“She’s only the most famous person on the planet, literally,” Leo explained. “How the fuck do you not know who she is?” 


 


Renn shrugged. “Never heard of her. What’s her deal? Is she an actress?” 


 


“She rose to fame on social media, starred in a reality show about her life, and parlayed it into a megabucks career as an influencer. She partners with fashion, cosmetic, and lifestyle brands. She gets paid seven figures just to show up on a red carpet or at a casino or nightclub opening. If she’s there, the place becomes huge. She’s a goddamn marketing genius. She has this shtick about being a living piece of art or some bullshit. People can’t get enough of it.” 


“How old is she?” 


“Twenty-eight. She hit it big about five years ago, right around the time you . . .” 


“Yeah,” Renn muttered. 


“I honestly don’t know how you haven’t heard of her.” 

“I don’t go online.” 



“This chick is everywhere. It’s impossible not to know her. Have you seriously not turned on a television or walked past a newsstand in the last five years?” Leo stopped to shake his head. “Don’t answer that. When you decide to shun yourself and live like a recluse and you can pay people to get your groceries or anything else you want, I guess it’s fucking possible.” 



“Tell me more about her,” Renn said. 



“She’s somehow made herself America’s sweetheart. Everyone loves her. Every teen and twentysomething on the planet wants to be her, but she’s got that eight to eighty appeal. The secret sauce as we say. The paparazzi can’t get enough of her. She’s earned over fifty million dollars. Everyone predicts she’ll be a billion-dollar brand.” Leo huffed. 


 

“What?” Renn asked. 



“You know how she got her reality show? She amassed a decent following on social media and then started this campaign with a spectacular close-up beauty shot of her face and the caption, ‘Who is Emerson Blue?’ The thing went viral, kids reposting, even some A-list celebrities commenting on it. Suddenly, her name and face were everywhere, a girl no one had ever heard of. She made herself famous out of nothing, like fucking magic, in front of the whole damn world.” 


 

“Who’s the guy she’s next to?” 



“Friend. Gay. The son of some Persian tech guru. He was on her reality show, but really, he’s a no one. It’s all her.” 


“Is she with someone?” 

 

“She’s been linked to a laundry list of big stars. Actors, musicians, athletes, they’ve all doggedly pursued her. I once heard some rich hedge fund prick tried to woo her by buying her a jet. Things have changed. I won over my first wife with a plastic ring. Came from one of those dollar toy machines in Coney Island, the kind where you try to retrieve something with that claw. Cost me four bucks. I had set my max at five.” Realizing he’d gotten off track, Leo said, “As for Emerson Blue, far as I know, she’s single. But who the fuck knows. Changes minute to minute. She could be dating anyone, or everyone.” He paused and looked at Renn, who still had not taken his eyes off her. “This is a bad idea. She’s not for you. You’re a shut-in. This chick doesn’t go anywhere without an entourage. She would take a film crew to a colonoscopy.” 


 


“Emerson Blue? Is that really her name? It’s such bullshit.” 


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AUTHOR: 

Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She is also the publisher and CEO of Paper Stars Press. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than fifty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than one hundred book awards. Her novel Shooting Stars Above was featured on People “10 Romance Books to Read After Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry” and was the 2025 Firebird Book Award First Place Winner in Contemporary Novel, Romance, and Summer Beach Read. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” In 2024 the London Arts-Based Research Centre established “The Patricia Leavy Award for Arts-Based Research.” Patricia lives in Maine. In addition to writing, she enjoys art, reading, and travel. 


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Wednesday, November 11, 2026

Blurb Blitz: Whiskey Victory

 



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Joy Allyson will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Can someone keep secrets too long?

Headstrong novice pilot Becca Elliott, niece of Tom Tanner’s Tennessee Whiskey owner, is determined to fight in World War II with the Women’s Air Corps in England. Desperate to get there, when a War Production request lands on her doorstep, she schemes her way onto a rescue mission, one that involves no return home.

Captain Christian Tenney is hell-bent on joining his Army unit in Africa. Frustration smolders when he’s redirected to Tennessee on a high-priority assignment. There is no time to lose or to figure out the lovely Becca’s motive or her relationship with the German POW working at her distillery, who may or may not have key information that could guarantee the mission's success.

Posing as a married couple, Becca and Tenney race across Europe to secure a noted professor and his antifreeze formula, which could ensure victory for the American Allies. Amid subterfuge, treachery, betrayal, and possibly treason, Becca’s growing attachment to the rigid, principled Captain clashes with duty, sacrifice, and consequences. Despite extraordinary odds, their wartime relationship evolves and comes to a head.

Rescuing the professor, saving her distillery, and finding happiness—and perhaps love are intertwined with the stakes of survival. Will Becca discover that peace and love are much like making good whiskey—results require vigilance, patience, and faith?


Read an Excerpt

Diesel brakes screeched, forewarning the disgorging of incoming soldiers from the arriving locomotive. Doors banged open. Young recruits, most without uniforms, some who appeared never to have shaved, wore identical expressions of uncertainty and apprehension as they spilled out of the train. Becca scooted out of the passengers’ path as they jostled and pushed their way through the terminal. She glanced again at the station manager’s office window.

“Miss Rebecca Elliott?” A baritone voice with a touch of a Southern lilt inquired.

Becca turned. A tall, handsome man in an Army captain’s uniform addressed her. He had a friendly yet quizzical expression on his face.

“Yes, please call me Becca.” The captain’s face changed from a smile to a discernible grimace when she confirmed who she was.

“Becca, I didn’t see you out here.” Mr. Dean emerged from his office and claimed her arm. “My apologies. Do come in, come in. You must be Captain Tenney,” he said, extending his hand to the officer, who had approached her. “Please come in. Would you like some coffee or lemonade?”

“Lemonade would be wonderful,” Becca answered.

“Yes, thank you,” the captain replied. “And thank you for the use of your office this afternoon, Mr. Dean, I presume. If possible, I need to take a private telephone call. Is there another office where I can receive it?”

“Indeed, my bookkeeper’s office is straight through this door.” Dean gestured.

One of the sergeants Becca had followed to the terminal approached the open office door, and handed off a thick brown leather briefcase to the captain. “Sergeant Ludwinsky has gone to collect your bags. Anything else, sir?”

“Yes, put in a call to Colonel Ashe. Tell his officer on duty I’ve arrived. He can reach me here at Mr. Dean’s office. Miss Elliott, will you join me in the bookkeeper’s office?”

Becca slipped by the captain into the tiny adjacent office and waited in the corner for the officer to enter.

“Please have a seat,” he said, motioning to a chair. He placed his briefcase on the desk, pulled the chair out from behind it, and sat to face her. She studied him while he grabbed his briefcase, unlocked it, and reached inside.

She’d already noted his physical stature, how his uniform must have been tailor-made to accommodate his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His rugged presence made him stand out among the slew of khaki-colored uniforms crowded in the terminal. A masculine scent of sandalwood wafted between them. Was he the officer she was supposed to meet, who had been collaborating with her uncle on a critical mission? She inched back in her seat. Why the need for this conversation?

He removed his captain’s hat, set it on the desk behind him, and ran his fingers through thick black hair. He gazed upward at her, returning her stare with arresting dark blue eyes.

“I want to make certain I have the correct Rebecca Elliott. From Tom Tanner’s Tennessee Whiskey Distillery?”

“Why yes.” She smiled but couldn’t help but wonder why this was disconcerting news.

He opened a manila folder, glanced at the first page, then flipped through at least three more. “Miss Elliott,” he said, “until forty-eight hours ago, I thought I’d be waiting in DC for the delivery of a German prisoner of war. Instead, I am here in this train terminal in the middle of the country, trying to investigate why, after four years of studying Military History at West Point and another four years of active duty service, I have never heard of a prisoner of war demanding complete changes in a military mission of their enemy. And seemingly, most, if not all, concerns you.”

About the Author:

As the daughter of a United States military officer, Joy Allyson developed a deep appreciation for history and a passion for travel. This former teacher, now author, has an unquenchable thirst for historical romances filled with captivating conflict and delights in weaving historical nuggets into her love stories.

Her favorite characters are rebel heroines and salvageable scoundrels. She believes the most treasured romances are the ones you can revisit again and again.

Joy loves classic movies, chocolate, coffee, cards, and carbs. Joy also enjoys hearing from her readers. She and her husband reside in the beautiful Tennessee hills, with her two daughters and grandchildren close by.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2026

WWBC #35: Abilities and Pet Peeves


Hello All ! I have missed you and one previous challenge. So I have combined the to topics together.


2nd = One Sci fi Item or Ability I Wish Really Existed 

I am going to answer this one as the one I wish I had. That would be psychokenisis.

This week's  = One of My Pet Peeves

Most of my pet peeves came from my place of employment. I can't stand it when people call banana peppers (or mild peppers) "pepperoncinis". The two are Not the same thing. 

Note: It is unnecessary to point at each vegetable when ordering the sandwich.


Until next time....


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Wednesday, July 1, 2026

WWBC #34: Three Topics




Hello All !

I am actually going to answer two past topics. 


February 25th = Fictional things I wish were Real:

I have two for this. One is the Lantern Corps. With my temper I would get the red ring, but still. 


The second is Hogwarts. If Hogwarts existed, the American version would have too exist too. I am basing that off the beginning of the fourth movie. Of course, with my luck, all my siblings would get a letter and I never would.


June 24th: Have you ever attended you high school reunion? Why?

As far as I know, my school had only one reunion. No, I didn't have any interest in going. What would be the point?


For this week's topic: Websites I wish Still Existed 

Bolt.com (I like to think of it as the social media before social media)

Which I used in highschool 


Until next time....


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Friday, June 19, 2026

Book Blast: Move Me

 



This post is part of a virtual book tour orgainzed by Goddess Fish Promotions.Lynn Crandall will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.





An Aeon by birth, Diane Butler knew when she walked away from her fellow Aeons that she wanted certain things: wealth, power, acceptance. But she'd come to realize she didn't belong with Dark Sides and joined in the battle to save Auralia from darkness. But when her past comes after her, she understand that she can't escape it with a simple name change.

A surprise encounter that turns ugly pits lone Emmett Forrest against thugs determined to hurt Cassie. With each threat out cold on the ground, he believes he's done. But when the men report the incident to the Auralia Police Department, he can't avoid the drama or the intrigue surRead an Excerpt

“Anyone else bored as sin? We stopped the Irish mob and Dark Sides from taking over Auralia in December. January and February, we took some time to recover from Dark Sides’ Project Reckoning. I know you all have been tending to your personal lives, your relationships, and your careers, but for me, those two months were the epitome of boredom. Now March is almost over, and still boredom reigns.”

“Diane—” Braden started.

“Cassie,” she interrupted. “Try to remember, Braden. I’ve told you so many times that I’m using my middle name now. I’m not Diane anymore.” She pouted her lips.

Braden nodded. “Yes, sorry. You’re Cassandra Butler now, not Diane Butler.”

“Cassie. I told you, Cassie for short.” She swept her gaze around the living room at Braden and Payson’s house and flung her hands up. “I swear, it’s not that hard to remember my name. I made a change, I’m not Diane. I’m not that woman any more. I’m aligned with light and love. I’m Cassie. Cassie. Cassie Butler. Gauzy, gossamer, and open, not rigid, harsh, or angry Cassie.” The rock lodged in her gut weighed her down. Was she different? Truly? She’d been putting in the work with her counselor, Claire Eve Kelly, to make the change permanent. But with the chaos of the past not far behind, she ached for the excitement of the life she had. The parties, the conniving to get what she wanted. It had all been so mesmerizing.

About the Author After cutting her writing teeth as a feature writer for commercial and trade magazines, a reporter for newspapers and radio, and an executive editor for a communications company, award-winning author Lynn Crandall tuned her voracious appetite for stories to writing contemporary and paranormal romance, women’s fiction, and romantic suspense. In her books, she enjoys taking readers on emotional journeys with relatable characters who refuse to back down, and face challenges and tribulations with heart and soul. She believes every love has a story, and hers is with one handsome husband and a large, beautiful circle of family, including her cat Winter.rounding her.



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