22 March 2023

FlightLog: The Novel Adventures of a Stewardess Wannabe Who Becomes a Flight Attendant by Susan Humphrey Audiobook and Book Tour! @iReadBookTours #womensfiction #chicklit #giveaway

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Book Title:  FlightLog: The Novel Adventures of a Stewardess Wannabe Who Becomes a Flight Attendant by Susan Humphrey
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+),  338 pages
Genre:  Women's Fiction, Chick Lit, Memoir(ish), Coming-of-age
Publisher:  Majuscule Press
Release date:   August, 2022
Content Rating:  PG. A few romantic encounters but light on the details. Reference to tobacco use.




“It was 1978. People didn’t have home computers, video players, or answering machines. We rented our telephones from local phone companies and hand-wrote letters. The terms ‘politically correct’ and ‘African-American’ had not been coined. ‘Eating disorders’ and ‘alternate lifestyles’ were not yet common household phrases. Only strippers wore thongs, which made perfect sense to me, as they only caused one to gyrate their hynie in a desperate attempt to dislodge the bothersome wedgie.”

So writes Sherri Van Ness, an unassuming girl from the burbs of Kansas who’s about to embark on the adventure of her life when she signs up to become a stewardess. But it’s much more turbulent than this doughy-eyed 19-year-old ever imagined as she tries to navigate past grouchy passengers, fly-by-night relationships and the unforgiving, relentless, humiliating, monthly weigh-ins. Some dreams come true. Others require a vomit bag.

That’s not to say Sherri doesn’t enjoy herself. Au contraire! There are friends to be made and men to be made and the maid who made up her room in New York is so nice!

Yes, the work is difficult at times and the money isn’t always good, but there are perks: free flights and an endless supply of tiny vodka bottles and salted peanuts (peanut allergies hadn’t been invented yet.)

Like Dorothy Gale sans Toto, Sherri leaves Kansas and finds herself amidst a cast of characters as strange to her as the Scarecrow and the Munchkins were to Dorothy. Her whirlwind journey takes her from innocent, insecure stewardess to mature and confident flight attendant. Or does she?

​Book your flight now with this very enjoyable read, put your seat back in the upright position, and enjoy the ride!





Hello readers! I am delighted to offer my first guest post as a newly published novelist. Noticing many authors share writing hints, I pondered: What insight can I bring you that non-writers might use; how about Speech tips?


Think you’ll never need one? Aren’t there weddings, funerals and graduations in your future? Maybe you’ll win a cooking contest and as the blue-ribbon recipient, you’ll need to speak about why you love this all-important ingredient and how you’ve used it in the past. 


Perhaps your best friend receives an award and you’ve agreed to introduce them. “You’ll need to say a few words,” the chairperson says on the phone. You hang up with a beaming smile because - you’re flattered! Then, panic ensues: WHAT am I going to SAY?


First: Speed-read internet tips on: ‘How to Write a Speech’. They’re helpful, straightforward, and offer sound advice such as: Know your audience (write different speeches for Basketball Teams than Mensa Society Chapters). Begin with a powerful opener like a great joke. Make eye contact with audience members, hold for several seconds, and practice, practice, practice!


What not to do is also important. After that opener, don’t explain that you got this request on short notice, your catalytic converter conked out, your Mother-In-Law sent all her money to feral cats in Timbuktu …. Do NOT read word-for-word from your notes or Power Point clicks. Briefly checking them is fine but MEMORIZE your lines. Don’t fidget, jerk, scratch your head or repeat ‘Um’.


Solid foundational tips, but as a seasoned presenter, here’s what I’ll add to polish your performance, ensuring you’re coolly confident. Record yourself repeatedly, then analyze and adapt. It’s easy; everyone has a cell phone! You’ll hate the way you look or sound at first, but that’s how you’ll learn what works, spot spastic body movements, notice the ‘Ums’ and - find out how long you’re taking. Speakers have time-limits; respect them. Forget Q&As; they ruin great presentations! You’ve been in that classroom; nervous students think if they ask enough silly questions, time will run out and they’ll escape their turn that day. (Maybe you were one of them; suffer from glossophobia?)


Lastly, improvise; add or delete as needed. Once, I’d planned to use Mayo Angelou’s quote, “… people will forget what you said … but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Then the speaker before me used the quote! Wow, Angelou was wrong; if I repeated her words EVERYONE would remember what I’d said! Fortunately, I didn’t. (Ask the organizers which presenter you’ll be but be prepared for changes.) Scenario: You’re the 17th speaker, the event’s running late, it’s hot enough to gag-a-maggot, babies are screaming. Even if your speech is so spectacular, Oscar Nominees will be burning up your phone, quash it. “Hey,” you might clown as you bop up to the podium. “I had a speech but there’s ice cream waiting at the back of the room; let’s go!” You just became the evening’s shining-star. She was right: they’ll remember how you made them FEEL.



Susan Jo Humphrey, the daughter of a diplomat, was born in Izmir, Turkey where she lived for three years. She also lived in Korea and Thailand, before returning home to the US with her family as a teenager. She has traveled all over the United States, and has called several parts of this country ‘home.’ Her many airplane rides as a child convinced her she must one day become a stewardess. Suz was a flight attendant for thirteen of her twenty-five years with UAL. She began penning FlightLog with the help of the Naperville Writer’s Group, outside of Chicago. There, she published in their annual pamphlet, had a humor piece printed in an online magazine, and contributed many articles to local newspapers. At the time of publication, she is busy working on FlightLog II.

Away from the keyboard, Suz loves yoga, reading, cooking, listening to music and playing her guitar. She still enjoys mapping out travel to faraway places she’s never seen, as well as planning return trips to her favorite spots.

She currently lives in Southern California and has two grown children. Today, she’s in healthcare, where she’s worked since 2014. Suz was the ‘baby’ of her flight attendant classes – and the ‘senior’ student in her nursing classes. She’s eager to write that story as well: a novice baby-boomer RN begins her dream career as a travel nurse – just as a pandemic breaks out!


connect with the author: website 

My Review

Flightlog, a novel of the adventures of a wannabe stewardess that actually became a flight attendant in the 1970s. The story tells of Sherri, a young woman eager to get on with her life. She wants to be a flight attendant. So, she applies and is accepted and undergoes a grueling training session, learning the do's and don'ts of flying, how to handle unruly passengers, and how to interact with her coworkers and passengers.

She forms relationships with her coworkers, both male, and female, and has a few affairs that don't go so well but ultimately love what she does and is good at it.

I found this novel to be a quick and enjoyable read from start to finish! Learned about the airline business as well. Written with light prose, a character-driven pace that is easy to read. Although there are some instances that would never fly now (no pun intended) just the atmosphere of sexism and male ego prevail, it gives the reader exactly what it was like for a young woman wanting to pursue a career in the aviation business.

As I said I really enjoyed the book, hope to read more by this author!


I give the book 5 stars!







21 March 2023

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Taken, I’m bound inside the home of a dangerous man. He may have saved me from his sadistic cousin, but it seems I’ve only traded one monster for another. Fans of The Five Families series by Jill Ramsower will love Violent Ascension by Giorgia Blake, a steamy, enemies-to-lovers, forced marriage, mafia romance.

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I’m a Rising Star. A boss. A Real One.

Yet I’m here. Taken and bound inside the home of Alessandro Parisi.

A dangerous man who holds my life and my secrets close to the chest.

He has all the answers but refuses to answer any of my questions.

All he’s told me is that I’m his and the key to his ascension.

He saved me from his sadistic cousin; but it seems I just traded one monster for another.

The first one stalked and taunted me until I was convinced death was around every corner.

This one orders me to cooperate, bend to his touch, and obey.

Too bad obedience isn’t in my nature and sacrifice is my birthright.

We probably won’t make it out of this blood war alive…The likelihood of my heart surviving Alessandro is even less.

Violent Ascension is the first book in the Made Men of Chicago Collection, and can be read as a standalone.It is a forced marriage mafia romance with themes of organized crime, violence, and BDSM. If this is your type of romance, the happily ever after will knock your socks off!

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“Why would your sick cousin, if he does indeed exist, want anything to do with me? He doesn’t even know me but I’m supposed to believe  he had some plot to kidnap and torture me? Why would he do that? WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE?!”

 I scream the latter with as much effort as my weakened voice can carry and tears stream uncontrollably down my face.

I’m making a spectacle of myself. Something my proud Creole mother taught me never to do.  I can imagine her strong posture and head held high while reading the letter my father left for her. She was pregnant and alone. Then she found out she was tied to the mafia and its dangerous liaisons. I know she never cowered. Chrisette Augustin never cowered. But my response to Parisi can’t be helped. I’m not as strong as my mother. I never was.

I’m scared shitless.

Parisi leans back on his haunches to examine me. Yet again, I’m the specimen under his microscope. I feel naked inside and out when he fixes his eyes on me and I hate it. He’s digging out all the parts of myself that I hide away from the world. He ogles them to feed a sick fetish. Refusing to be his meal. I turn away and look at the wall, but he simply reaches out and draws my face back to him.

“Look at me Isabella.” His voice is quiet and surprisingly tender; like he’s coaxing a wild and wounded animal out of a trap. Chained to his floor, that’s exactly how I feel. He strokes an errant strand of my curly hair behind my ear and levels me with his attention. 

“You will marry me, because that’s the only way to save your life and the lives of many others. You will sacrifice your freedom, to ensure blood doesn’t run down Chicago’s streets. I know you don't understand any of that now, but you will as you begin to understand Cosa Nostra and your father’s place inside it. You are the key to everything, because he who has you, has your father in the palm of his hand. I can’t let Leonardo have that kind of power.  You are just going to have to trust me from this moment on because life as you knew it is over. As a matter of fact, the life you were living was always temporary. At some point, your debt as Matteo’s daughter had to  come due. The sooner you accept that; the happier you will be.”

Something inside of me registers what he's saying as fact. It doesn’t make any logical sense, but I know whether it’s his fault or not, my life as I knew it really is over and I need a release.

So, I slap him. 

I slap him like my Creole mother used to slap me whenever my mouth wrote a check my butt couldn’t cash. Parisi’s head jerks to the side and I immediately regret my action. I contract my body to make myself smaller, but I don't take my eyes off of him. 

He’s eerily calm and that scares me more than the rage I thought was sure to come. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a key to unshackle my ankles. I dart my eyes to the cell door, trying to estimate how far I can go before he catches me and his eyes arrest me. 

I’m not going anywhere.

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Star Tangled Murder (Bad Hair Day Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
18th in Series
Setting – Florida
Orange Grove Press (March 14, 2023)
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 284 pages
ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1952886252
ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1952886256
Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BQS68WS7

Hairstylist Marla Vail and her husband get tangled up in murder when their Fourth of July visit to a living history village ends with a bang—and a body. 

Salon owner Marla Vail and her detective husband Dalton are having a blast visiting a Florida living history village over Fourth of July weekend. But when a Seminole battle reenactment turns up a real dead body, it sets off fireworks among the villagers. One of the cast members has gone off script to murder the town marshal with a tomahawk in his head. 

As Dalton gets involved in the investigation, Marla determines to help him solve the case. Her flare for uncovering secrets reveals that everyone in the village is a suspect. Instead of celebrating the holiday with red, white, and barbecues, she discovers secrets, lies, and false avenues. Did the marshal’s murder have anything to do with a lost Confederate payroll, or did his plans to renovate the park light a fuse that he couldn’t snuff out? 

In a place where history comes alive, the dead bodies are piling up. Marla would rather be chilling and grilling, but somebody’s mind is on killing. If she’s not careful, her sleuthing might blow up in her face like a faulty firecracker and she’ll become the next victim. Recipes Included!

“What about your herb garden?” Marla asked. “Aside from their use in cooking, your plants could be valuable for herbal remedies. Where is this patch of land, anyway? My husband is into gardening. Maybe I can get him interested in growing herbs for my kitchen.”

A muscle twitched in Simon’s jaw. “Our herb garden is private. Nobody goes there.”

His tone had turned hostile, same as the gleam in his eyes. Why would he work at a living history museum as part of the attraction if he didn’t want visitors?

“What’s over that way?” she asked, gesturing toward the woods by the far border. She remembered Uriah mentioning private property. That’s where the man had gone whom she’d seen talking to Lizzy.

“Belongs to a neighbor. Now if you’ll run along, I have chores to do.”

Marla glanced at Susan. Her friend’s shoulders sagged, and she looked as tired and wilted as Marla felt. Since she’d packed away her notebook, Marla surmised Susan had no further questions. They thanked Simon for his time and hurried off.

“Did you get the feeling Simon was hiding something?” Marla asked as they headed toward the exit. “He wasn’t happy about Phil’s plan and clearly doesn’t like people visiting his farm. Yet it’s his job to explain the site to guests.”

“I know. There are too many things to consider right now, and my brain is fried. It’s too hot to think clearly.”

Marla agreed. Watching her steps on a square of uneven pavement, she barely registered the whoosh of air rushing past her ear. She heard a twang and glanced up.

Susan pointed to a nearby tree where an arrow pierced the bark. “Look out! Someone is shooting at us.”

“What?” Disbelief slowed Marla’s steps. Her veins turned to ice as another arrow whizzed past and landed with a thunk on the ground.

“Let’s move!” Her feet took flight, and she dashed toward the park exit with her heart thumping in her ears.


Nancy J. Cohen writes the Bad Hair Day Mysteries featuring South Florida hairstylist Marla Vail. Titles in this series have been named Best Cozy Mystery by Suspense Magazine, won the Readers’ Favorite Book Awards and the RONE Award, placed first in the Chanticleer International Book Awards and third in the Arizona Literary Awards. Her nonfiction titles, Writing the Cozy Mystery and A Bad Hair Day Cookbook, have won the FAPA President’s Book Award, the Royal Palm Literary Award, and IAN Book of the Year. When not busy writing, Nancy enjoys reading, fine dining, cruising, and visiting Disney World.

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How I'll Kill You by Ren DeStefano Book Spotlight!

 Release Day today 3/21!!


Your next stay-up-all-night thriller, about identical triplets who have a nasty habit of killing their boyfriends, and what happens when the youngest commits their worst crime yet: falling in love with her mark.

Make him want you.
Make him love you.
Make him dead.

Sissy has an...interesting family. Always the careful one, always the cautious one, she has handled the cleanup while her serial killer sisters have carved a path of carnage across the U.S. Now, as they arrive in the Arizona heat, Sissy must step up and embrace the family pastime of making a man fall in love and then murdering him. Her first target? A young widower named Edison--and their mutual attraction is instant. While their relationship progresses, and most couples would be thinking about picking out china patterns and moving in together, Sissy's family is reminding her to think about picking out burial sites and moving on.

But then something happens that Sissy never anticipated: She begins to feel protective of Edison, and then, before she can help it, she's fallen in love. But the clock is ticking, and her sisters are growing restless. It becomes clear that the gravesite she chooses will hide a body no matter what happens; but if she betrays her family, will it be hers?


Ren DeStefano lives in Connecticut, where she was born and raised. When she’s not writing thrillers, she’s listening to true crime podcasts and crocheting way too many blankets.


If not for my sisters and the tragic circumstances of our upbringing, I would be living an empty life and bound for heartbreak. 

It started when we were nineteen. 

Iris called me, frantic, in the middle of the night. She had her own apartment above a laundromat in downtown Clovis. She was so proud of that place—all five hundred square feet of it. She kept it tidy and burned incense at all hours to hide the smell from the dumpster in the alley outside her bedroom window. At night, there was the persistent throb of the bar across the street, the music loud enough to rattle the porcelain angel figurines on the shelves. They’d come with the place, and Iris had decided they made her living room look homey—a word she’d never used before because we’d never had a home.

“Just come,” she’d sobbed and then hung up. All of my calls went straight to voicemail. I sped the whole way over there, sure that someone had just climbed up the fire escape to murder her. But what I found was a different sort of violence.

Blood, deep and dark, pooled on her oriental rug, and splattered across the angel figurines.

She’d been sleeping with her old high school guidance counselor—a fifty-one-year-old married father of two. He strung her along for months, promising to leave his wife. He broke her heart a hundred times, and then Iris plunged a kebab skewer through his.

“You watch all of those crime shows,” Moody said, emerging from the kitchen with a bottle of bleach she’d found under the sink. “Help us make this go away.”

We moved with a practical calm, the three of us, and when it was through, Iris’s ill-fated lover was resting in six garbage bags, wound tightly with duct tape. If it were only one of us, or even two, I’m sure we would have been caught. We would have missed a detail. But we were a perfect team, the three of us. 

After a lifetime of being torn apart, we were finally together, finally able to help one another in all the ways we never could when we were being jostled helplessly by the foster system. All those years of loneliness, of wanting, of being kept apart, had brought us to this desperate moment. Knee-deep in the water of the San Joaquin river in the velvet black night, we weighed the pieces of the man with rocks, and a promise started to form. In the coming days, it slowly became obvious what we needed to do.

We wouldn’t deprive ourselves of love, but our hearts would be weapons. We would love the men we found completely and without inhibition, put a lifetime into our brief time together. Live out every fantasy we desired. And then we would kill them.

There would never be another lover to break one of us. We would break all of them first.


“Excerpted from HOW I’LL KILL YOU by Ren DeStefano published by Berkley, an imprint of Penguin Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House, LLC. Copyright © 2023 by Ren DeStefano”





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