18 September 2018

Death said the Gypsy Queen by Susan Boles Book Tour and Giveaway!

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Death said the Gypsy Queen
by Susan Boles

About the Book
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Death said the Gypsy Queen: A Lily Gayle Lambert Mystery
Cozy Mystery
4th in Series
Argent Ocean Publishing
Number of Pages - 210

"Beware the sign of the vampire blood," said the fortune teller. "It brings madness and turmoil."
Lily Gayle knows what that means, but, for the life of her, can't figure out how the fortune teller does. A quick road trip with Dixie. An unplanned stop at a roadside park. And, an hour later a dead body. Lily Gayle, Dixie and Miss Edna find themselves knee deep in another homicide investigation when the local vet assistant turns up dead behind an outbuilding at the farmers market.
Lily Gayle believes the words of the fortune teller will have a major impact on the investigation but can't bring herself to tell the other ladies. To reveal what she believes the words mean might bring trouble to another old friend. And would betray a trust. Only Ben knows and he, as usual, advises Lily Gayle to stay out of his investigation – which she isn't about to do.
When the secret is revealed, the townspeople go mad and the fortune tellers words come true. Can Lily Gayle, Dixie and Miss Edna solve the murder before more people are harmed?
About the Author
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Susan is the award-winning author of the Lily Gayle Lambert Mystery Series and a contributing author to the Brotherhood Protectors World.
A lifelong long love of all things mysterious led Susan to write cozy mysteries. Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden were the first to show her that girls can be crime solvers. Agatha Christie showed her that even small towns have big secrets. And Phryne Fisher showed her lady detectives can be outrageously individual. She lives in Mississippi with her rescue mini dachshund, Lucy, and her rescue cat of no particular breed, Zimba. She currently writes the Lily Gayle Lambert mystery series set in the fictional town of Mercy, Mississippi featuring a multi-generational cast of female sleuths and romantic suspense in the Brotherhood Protectors Kindle World.
Susan writes mysteries and set in the big city of Memphis, TN and the fictional small town of Mercy, Mississippi.
CONTACT SUSAN:
Susan loves to hear from readers and book lovers! 

Visit her website at www.susanbolesauthor.com Or drop her a line atsusan@susanbolesauthor.com

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TOUR PARTICIPANTS
September 5 – Christa Reads and Writes – REVIEW
September 5 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – GUEST POST
September 6 – My Reading Journeys – REVIEW
September 6 – Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Reviews – GUEST POST
September 7 – Ruff Drafts – AUTHOR INTERVIEW
September 8 – The Avid Reader – REVIEW,
September 8 – A Wytch’s Book Review Blog – SPOTLIGHT
September 9 – Devilishly Delicious Book Reviews – CHARACTER GUEST POST
September 10 – Books a Plenty Book Reviews – REVIEW
September 10 – A Blue Million Books – CHARACTER INTERVIEW
September 11 – Readeropolis – SPOTLIGHT
September 12 – Laura’s Interests – REVIEW
September 12 – Babs Book Bistro – SPOTLIGHT
September 13 – Community Bookstop – REVIEW
September 14 – MJB Reviewers – REVIEW, AUTHOR INTERVIEW
September 14 – I’m All About Books – SPOTLIGHT
September 15 – The Montana Bookaholic – GUEST POST
September 16 – A Holland Reads – SPOTLIGHT
September 17 – Cozy Up With Kathy – CHARACTER GUEST POST
September 17 – Cassidy’s Bookshelves – GUEST POST
September 18 – Mysteries with Character – AUTHOR INTERVIEW
September 18 – Celticlady’s Reviews – SPOTLIGHT

Connected by a Kiss by Christina McKnight Spotlight and Giveaway! @CMcKnightWriter @Barclay_PR


Celebrate the Holiday Season with a collection of Regency Romances.Available September 18th – Connected by a Kiss: Regency Holiday Collection.
Follow the tour and enter to #win a $10 Amazon Gift Card! Enter at:
Title: Connected by a Kiss: Regency Holiday Collection
Author: Christina McKnight, Amanda Mariel, Dawn Brower
Genre: Regency Romance, Holiday Romance
Release Date: September 18th, 2018
A Kiss At Christmastide by Christina McKnight
After a ruinous London season, Lady Pippa Godfrey has given up on the idea of true love--until a devilishly handsome stranger arrives at her Somerset estate, seeking shelter from a winter storm. Soon, she's daring to claim a Christmas kiss with Lucas Hatfield, the Earl of Maddox, but when the storm abates, will he break her heart like all the rest?


How To Kiss A Rogue by Amanda Mariel
Lady Natalie's betrothal is ended and frees her to pursue the man of her dreams. During a holiday party she discovers the lord she desires in attendance. So hatches a plan to snare him.


A Wallflower’s Christmas Kiss by Dawn Brower
An arranged betrothal has Lady Juliette Brooks seeking out her former childhood friend, the Duke of Kissinger to beg him to honor his long ago promise. Grayson Abbot has no desire to marry, but he always keeps his word. As they race to Scotland they rediscover the joy of friendship and a passion neither planned on.
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Excerpt from A Kiss At Christmastide:
A moment of confusion clouded her mind as the laughter dimmed and a light breeze assaulted her face—as if someone had opened a window to a gusty wind.
At her side, Pippa’s mother fanned her face. Her wrist whipped to and fro, increasing as the room went silent.
Everything froze around her but her mother’s thrashing fan.
The Duchess of Midcrest, her dear mother, who’d labored for over twenty years to rise above her merchant class upbringing, would once again be embroiled in a scandal—all because of Pippa.
“Do you wish to depart?” her mother whispered.
“I did not…” Pippa stammered. “I would never…”
“I did not believe you had, my child.” Her mother sought to soften the blow—something that society had done to the current Duchess of Midcrest a hundred times over. “However, that does not change the appearance of things, no matter what we say or do in this moment.”
Pippa lifted her chin to keep her tears from streaming down her face.
“I do not understand why,” Pippa said as she leaned in close to her mother to whisper. “Lady Natalie and I are such friends.”
“Friendship and jealously often hold hands so tightly that one cannot distinguish between the pair.”


Excerpt from How To Kiss a Rogue:
Glancing from behind the fern, her stomach dropped. “Bradford,”—She came out into the open—“What are you doing here?”
“Knightly asked me to come in first.”
She released a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. Christian was here. “You cannot stay.”
“I must. It would be highly improper to leave you unchaperoned with a man we are not related to.” Bradford smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Natalie stepped up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and began pushing him toward the door. “Nothing untoward will happen as long as you leave now.”
Oh, why had she failed to think of a chaperone? Now Bradford had his nose squarely in the center of her scheme and he’d surely ruin everything.
A mischievous twinkle lit his eyes and he chuckled. “Nothing untoward will occur at any rate. Knightly has no wish to ruin you.”
Natalie’s face warmed and she gave another shove. “Mind your own affairs.”
“Perhaps I should tell Mother what you are about.”
“You would not dare! You cannot. Imagine what she would do, Bradford.” Natalie dropped her hands from his shoulders and gave him her best pouty look. “What do you think I am about? You act as though I am some sully maid,” She peered at him, her blood heated with angry indignation. How dare he think she was going about, carrying on trysting with men? No matter it was exactly her intended purpose…he should not assume such from her.
“Do calm yourself. Getting your skirts in a knot will change nothing.” Bradford shook his head. “We both know what you are doing here.”
She closed her eyes for a heartbeat. He was correct, she could no more lie to him than she could herself. “I beg of you, do not say a word to anyone.”
“You are quite entertaining.” He chuckled while he walked toward the door. “I will be directly outside should Knightly require my assistance.”
“You may well be the one in need.” Natalie reached for a nearby pot and flung it toward him. The projectile missed him, crashing into the floor. “You are not entertaining in the least.”
“You had better clean that mess up or Mother is certain to discover what you’ve been getting up to without my having to tell her.” His deep chuckle only increased in volume as he disappeared from the greenhouse.
She ought to have known he was teasing her. He no more wished for their parents to know his friend was secretly meeting her than she did. In retrospect, bringing Bradford along was a good plan on Christian’s part. As much as it pained her to admit it, he would ensure no one caught them alone together. Natalie released a sigh, then smoothed her skirts before Christian entered. Her heart pounded—this was her chance.
She stood still with one hip cocked to the left as he stepped into the greenhouse and approached her. “Lord Knightly, I am pleased you came.”
“You should be equally pleased that your brother was the only one to notice your note. Are you trying to get ruined?”
She swallowed at the harshness of his tone. “On the contrary, that is why I told you not to show it to anyone. Though I must confess, I am pleased Bradford came along. He will make an excellent look out.” She did her best to offer a charming smile despite her sudden nerves.
“And why would we need someone to watch out for us?” Christian leveled his penetrating stare on her.
She reached out a trembling hand and trailed the tips of her fingers across his strong jaw. Even through her gloves she felt his warmth seeping into her—imprinting on her soul. “I want a kiss. One more passionate than the one you bestowed on Lady Pippa.”


Excerpt from A Wallflower’s Christmas Kiss
Grayson sighed. She wasn’t going to be denied anything apparently. It was too late to save her from herself. Very well, he’d deal with her and then send her on her way. He turned and sucked in a breath momentarily stunned. A silhouette of pure beauty greeted him. Her midnight tresses were wound up and bound neatly into an elegant chignon. His fingers itched to unwind it and see it flow over her luscious curves. All of this and he’d still not seen her face. When she finally turned to meet his gaze he lost all ability to breathe. Those sea-green eyes kept him riveted in place. He should stand and greet her but his body refused to function. She was the last person he expected or wanted to enter his home.

“What no words?” She raised an eyebrow. “And I thought you were noted as the witty duke amongst the ton. I must say I’m rather disappointed.”

Grayson drank in the sight of her. He wanted to remember her as she stood before him for the rest of his days. She was glorious, proud, and fearless. “Didn’t your father teach you better than to enter the lion’s den?” He lifted a brow mockingly. “You could very well get eaten alive.”

Her lips tilted at the corner. “I rather like my chances.” She moved further into the room. “After all I tamed a lion before.”

“There’s a difference between a young cub, and a full grown male, Jules,” he explained. “One is more docile and willing to cuddle. The adult wants to be petted—in other ways.” He stood up and gazed directly into her eyes. “A bite can be pleasurable or….” Grayson crossed over to her side and leaned down, whispering in her ear, “painful depending on your preference.”

Juliette took a deep breath but remained where she stood. He’d give her that much. She’d always been a stubborn girl, and apparently she’d not grown out of that trait. If she didn’t take a step back soon he’d be forced to make a choice. Either he pulled her into his arms and kissed her the way he craved or he put distance between them respecting her innocence. It was a hard decision and warred deep inside him, but he did what was best for her. Turned out that some things were ingrained. Protecting her had always been his first instinct.

“If you’re done trying to intimidate me I have something I wish to discuss with you.”


Author Bio:
USA TODAY Bestselling Author Christina McKnight writes emotional and intricate Regency Romance with rebellious women and maverick heroes. 
Her books combine romance and mystery, exploring themes of redemption and forgiveness. When not writing she enjoys coffee, wine, traveling the world, and watching television.


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The Found Child by Jo Crow Book Blast and Giveaway!

The Found Child by Jo Crow

The Found Child

by Jo Crow

September 18, 2018 Book Blast

Synopsis:


One mother’s life can change in the blink of an eye—and there’s no going back.
Elaine’s worst fears become a reality when her beloved son Jakob is diagnosed with cancer. She needs to find a bone marrow donor, and time is running out. While awaiting test results from herself and her husband Nathan, she approaches his business partner, Roger—her ex-lover—to see if he could be a possible match. Instead, an even greater shock awaits: Jakob is not her biological son. For years, she has been raising someone else’s child.
The news threatens to send Elaine back to the pills that almost destroyed her life once before, pushing her already fragile mental state to the breaking point. As the family faces one crisis, a ghost from her past emerges to jeopardize everything she’s built. But is the threat real, or is it all in her mind? Elaine needs to stay strong for her son, but as her whole reality continues to unravel, she can’t trust anyone—not even herself.

Book Details:

Genre: Thriller
Published by: Relay Publishing
Publication Date: September 4th 2018
Number of Pages: 372
ISBN-10: 1726446328
ISBN-13: 978-1726446327
Purchase Links: Amazon Goodreads

Read an excerpt:

Prologue

Telling parents that the search for their missing infant had gone cold was a job that no one wanted. And honestly, Detective Aaronson had tried to pass it off to someone else—to his partner, Miller, and then to a uniform. Ultimately, though, the chief had put his boot down and pushed it back on Aaronson. He was the point man. He and Miller had worked the case together for a month before the leads dried up, but it had been Aaronson who had sat with the parents, talked to them on the phone, and kept them updated.
He’d been the one to give them hope, so it followed that he should be the one to take it away… right?
They had agreed to meet him at the station. That seemed to be the best choice. No one wanted to get this kind of news in their own home—it would put a stain on the place that would never wash out. No, it was more professional to have the talk here in one of the small conference rooms. No decorations, no distractions, nothing to make the moment seem too casual. Only gray brick, white linoleum and a wooden table and chairs that were plain and utilitarian. Unemotional.
Now he sat across from them, steeling himself and trying to work up some moisture in his mouth. There was water, but they hadn’t poured a glass so he wasn’t about to. Both of them had dark circles under their bloodshot eyes, and a waxy pallor to their skin. They hadn’t slept in a month, he figured. He’d have put money on it. Hell, he could barely sleep when his teenager stayed out late with her friends on a weekend. And their child had been gone for more than a month. As a parent, he understood part of their pain. Just part of it. That’s what made this so damn difficult.
“We’re not closing the case,” he said, his tone as flat as he could manage. “But as of now, the leads—”
“You’re not looking anymore?” the mother asked. Fury filled her eyes, and loss. One of those was for him.
“It’s only been a month,” the father said. “You can’t stop now. Please, our son is out there somewhere—we know it.”
“I can feel him,” she said. “You have to believe me, I can feel him here.” She clutched at her chest, at the threadbare, peach-colored sweater she wore.
You have to keep it short, the chief had said. Keep it direct and then refer them to the counselor. That’s your job.
Aaronson wondered if the chief had ever done this before. He imagined he’d had, but to make it seem so simple… Of course, there were regulations. He couldn’t be the counselor and the detective, and there were good reasons for that. “We will keep the case open,” he told them. “If any new leads come in, we’ll follow up on them.”
He meant it, too. But the truth that he knew, and that these two knew even if they didn’t want to believe it, was that after seventy-two hours, most of these cases were never solved. Every day after that windows closed, the likelihood of finding a child like theirs dropped exponentially until it plummeted to a fraction of a percent which itself really only represented the handful of miracle cases that had been resolved sometimes decades after a disappearance.
“Please don’t do this,” the father begged. He took his wife’s hand, and they leaned into one another. “One more month. There was that woman—”
“At the moment, Andrea Williams has been cleared as a suspect,” Aaronson said. That poor woman’s life had been all but destroyed already. “We’ve been over her life with a fine-toothed comb. If new evidence emerges, we’ll look into it again, but I’m telling you that she’s not who we want.”
“So, what do we do now?” the mother asked. “What do we do now that you’ve abandoned our boy? Abandoned us?”
Aaronson was so close to breaking. He stood from the table. “I swear to you both,” he said, the words bitter on his tongue, “that we will pursue any and every lead that comes across my desk. We’re not abandoning anyone. Alright?” And while it may have been technically true, it sure felt like a lie.
Nothing but contempt came from them, and he didn’t blame them at all. And he hated himself for what he had to say next. “There’s a counselor here. Doctor Amari. She’s a grief counselor, and it’s free to see her. I can send her in, but I have to leave you now. I’m sorry. Really, I am.”
They turned their faces from him.
As he left, he closed the door gently even though he wanted to slam it hard enough to shatter the glass. He wasn’t even sure who to be angry with. Himself, mostly, he guessed, or the whole damn department. And Andrea-fucking-Williams, who had wasted their time from the beginning by lying to protect herself instead of telling them the truth about her record so that they could have moved on.
He took only two steps before the mother wailed loudly behind him. The entire department went quiet. That sound was one they all knew. It was the sound of a woman who had lost the last shred of hope she’d had. The shred that he’d taken away from her.
That was the sound of a mother whose child had died. And, at this point, Aaronson had nothing to suggest it wasn’t true.
He’d failed them.
***
Excerpt from The Found Child by Jo Crow. Copyright © 2018 by Jo Crow. Reproduced with permission from Jo Crow. All rights reserved.

Author Bio:

Jo Crow
Jo Crow gave ten years of her life to the corporate world of finance, rising to be one of the youngest VPs around. She carved writing time into her commute to the city, but never shared her stories, assuming they were too dark for any publishing house. But when a nosy publishing exec read the initial pages of her latest story over her shoulder, his albeit unsolicited advice made her think twice.
A month later, she took the leap, quit her job, and sat down for weeks with pen to paper. The words for her first manuscript just flew from her. Now she spends her days reading and writing, dreaming up new ideas for domestic noir fans, and drawing from her own experiences in the cut-throat commercial sector.
Not one to look back, Jo is all in, and can’t wait for her next book to begin.

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The Other Thief by Frank McKinney Book Tour!

About the Book: 
Francis Rose, lead singer for a meteorically popular Christian rock band, has it all—fame, fortune, family, and deep faith. With the support of his loving wife, young daughter, and Down-syndrome blessed son, he’s gone from performing for an audience of 20 at his tiny Lutheran church in Keeler, Indiana, to selling out 20,000-seat arenas. His impact is global, soulful, and seemingly unstoppable. 
The seven deadly sins don’t stand a chance against a man of Francis’ character, morality, and faith. Or do they? Their alluring assault is relentless as Francis encounters each of them along his ascending path to superstardom. 
When the imagination of a writer, the expertise of a real-estate marketing guru, and the passion of a lover of Jesus cross-fertilize, the result is a novel on the order of The Other Thief.


About the Author: 
Frank McKinney is a true Renaissance man: a five-time bestselling author (in 4 genres), real estate “artist” (creates multi-million dollar oceanfront homes on speculation on the sun-drenched canvas of the Atlantic), actor, ultramarathoner, aspirational speaker. 


The mediagenic author has been featured in countless TV & print articles, including Oprah (twice), 20/20, and the cover of USA Today.  Frank’s other books include: The Tap, Dead Fred, Flying Lunchboxes, and the Good Luck Circle, Burst This! Frank McKinney’s Bubble-Proof Real Estate Strategies, Frank McKinney’s Maverick Approach to Real Estate and Make it Big! 49 Secrets for Building a Life of Extreme Success.
A “philanthro-capitalist,” Frank has made an enormous humanitarian impact in Haiti through his Caring House Project, where he has created 27 self-sufficient villages in 24 cities in the last 16 years, impacting the lives of 11,000+ children and their families. Frank, his wife, Nilsa, and their daughter, Laura make their home in Delray Beach, Florida, where Frank wrote The Other Thief in his oceanfront treehouse office.
Connect with Frank:   
Book website: http://www.TheOtherThief.com 
Author website: http://www.frank-mckinney.com/ 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/frank.mckinney.10 
Twitter: https://twitter.com/FrankMcKinney 
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/FrankMcKinney1 
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thefrankmckinney/   


19 Facts about Frank!
1) On the first night when I arrived in Florida from Indiana as an 18 year-old without the hope of education beyond graduating high school with a 1.8 GPA, I slept under a pier because I didn’t have a place to stay. I chose the soft sand under the pier over the hard concrete of sleeping under a bridge.
The next day I began work as a golf course maintenance worker, waking at 4am to take a taxi from the pier to meet my coworkers. I was scared to death, and when I arrived I realized I was the only white person who would be working on that Deerfield Beach golf course. I worked amongst Haitians, and quickly earned the nickname “the white Haitian” because of my strong work ethic. I may believe in the welfare system, but I don’t believe in an entitlement mentality. I’ve never been afraid to work hard.
Fast forward to today, where, through our Caring House Project Foundation (CHPF.org), we’ve built 28 self-sufficient villages in 25 Haitian cities over the last 16 years. We’ve provided a self-sustaining existence to 12,000+ children and their families who were living in mud or tin shacks covered in palm fronds for a roof with rodents the size of cats running across their dirt floors.
Our Haiti villages contain 40-50 brightly pastel colored concrete homes for families of eight, a community center that houses a school, church and clinic, clean drinking water, renewable food and some form of free enterprise so the village can be self-reliant. In addition, we provide meals in our schools and orphanages (2 part protein, 1 part carbohydrate).
Knowing that for each copy of The Other Thief we sell we’ll be able to provide nearly 200 meals to the hungry children in our Haiti villages and orphanages made me anticipate the 70,000 words I would write with joy and purpose. As I was writing I often thought back to my Haitian coworkers on that golf course, and the deep love I still have for them and the place they came from.
2) Every word in The Other Thief was written in my oceanfront Treehouse office. I’d never written a book until I built it in 2001. Since then I’ve written six books in five genres. My treehouse has a spectacular oceanview out of 12 windows. It also has a shower, bathroom, sink, air-conditioning, hardwood floors, cedar walls, bamboo desk, loft with a king size bed, and a suspension bridge that connects to our master bedroom of the main house – all in a tiny 180 square feet! My wife Nilsa wouldn’t allow a stove or microwave because she said I’d never come home. I’m a firm believer in finding a space that draws out your creativity and ingenuity. I found mine.
3) I can tell what kind of person you are by the way you treat a waiter, busboy, custodian, maid or fast food clerk. Some people I thought I looked up to dashed my opinion, while others have become best friends because of how they make the invisible feel like they shine brighter than the brightest star.
4) I walked my daughter Laura to school 1,652 consecutive times from pre-k thru 8th grade. Rain, hail, heat or hurricane, for ten years, she NEVER sat in the back seat of a car to go to school. This is one of my most cherished memories and was the inspiration behind my young reader fantasy novel Dead Fred, Flying Lunchboxes and the Good Luck Circle.
5) I cry easily, usually tears of joy. Once, when I was watching The SpongeBob Movie with my daughter when she was little, I cried during the scene when it looked like Patrick and SpongeBob died. But they didn’t.
6) The jacket image of the The Other Thief took 6 months to design and finalize. Each of my last three book covers were painstakingly designed to look like a coming-attractions movie poster. The novel took me over a year to write. The reason it took so long is I went back and rewrote much of the middle and ending after receiving valuable input from my editor, her 24 year-old intern, and from an acclaimed filmmaker.
7)  My daily driver is a 1988 Yugo with 104,000 miles. Many of you reading this won’t know what a Yugo is, but I bet you’ll Google it. My hairdresser has a pair of scissors that cost more than my car (I’m not kidding – she has a $2,000 pair of scissors – the Yugo cost me $1,900). By the way, my Sunday driver is a 1992 convertible Yugo. There were only 72 brought into the U.S.
8) Speaking of hairdresser, I change my hair color every few months. Why not?
9) I’ve finished the Badwater 135-mile Ultramarathon in Death Valley 7 times, a race National Geographic calls the “toughest footrace in the world.” It runs 135-miles non-stop (48hr time limit) through the Death Valley desert in July and starts -282 feet below sea level. Air temperatures can exceed 130 degrees, and ground temps are 200+ degrees, as the race is run on blacktop pavement.
10) In my other life I’m a real estate “artist” where I create multi-million dollar oceanfront homes on speculation on the sun-drenched canvas of the Atlantic. It’s a life I’ve lived 10 years longer than that as an author.
11) I rarely order off the entrée menu when eating out. It’s either two apps or an app plus a salad. My favorite food is pizza and my favorite drink is a Shirley Temple or wheatgrass.
12) I was locked up in juvenile detention multiple times as a youth. It was such a terrifying and scarring experience that, a few times a year, I wake up in a cold sweat thinking I’m still there. Now I give talks at juvenile detention centers across the US and the “7 Deadly Sins | 7 Heavenly Virtues book tour in support of The Other Thief will be stopping at many.
13) I believe in exercising your risk tolerance like a muscle, eventually it will become stronger and be able to withstand greater pressure.
14) Each of us has been blessed with the ability to succeed at some level. Those successes aren’t meant to put more cars in your garage, clothes in your closet, or food in your pantries. They’re meant to assist those whose successes don’t match yours.
15) I’ve spent time with 5,000+ homeless people in the last 20 years. I’ve learned that most just want to be recognized, paid attention to, or acknowledged. Most are lucid, and evenly highly educated. Many are one paycheck away from being off the streets, while some of us could be one paycheck away from living on them.
16) New objects we desire (cars, clothes, jewelry, iPhones, etc) never return the same energy and emotion that we put into their pursuit and acquisition (the exception being your home). Experiences do it for me. The simplest things bring me great joy; walking up and down each aisle in the grocery store in amazement at all my choices and holding hands come to mind.  
17) As a kid in the woods of Indiana I would imagine I was Robin Hood. I had my band of merry men (ok, boys). Now, while I don’t steal from the rich (see #5 above) I sell to them and take the proceeds and give to the poor (see #1 above). I guess I became him.
18) I once participated in a demolition derby. I came in third and won 20 pounds of ground hamburger. 
19) I proposed to my wife of 28 years by taking her to a fine dining restaurant in Boca Raton (out of my league, both the restaurant and Nilsa). I blindfolded her at the end of dinner, put her in the car and pretended to drive for miles (we really just drove in circles). I got her out, and switched on a huge, super-powerful Hollywood searchlight and told her to take off her blindfold. The light was so bright she couldn’t see the banner I had scaled a 140’ water tower to hang that read “Nilsa Will You Marry Me?” Thank God the statute of limitations has run on criminal trespassing. When she didn’t answer I threatened to climb back up and jump. Little did I know it took her eyes 3 minutes to adjust. Once they did, she said “Yes.”   

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