With our economy's downturn, right now is the perfect time for Americans
to remember the awesome achievement when we landed and walked on the moon.
But, this accomplishment should be remembered and cherished by humanity in all walks of life, in every country, of every background. Those who were children of the space era should make it their responsibility to preserve and share this grand endeavor for their children and for those generations to follow.
This book, "The 40th Anniversary of The First Moon Walk" is not just a
fund raising project by the Phoenix Moon Society; it's a way to preserve the memory. Without the quotes from those who were listening and watching in July 1969, this
book would only be a pretty picture book, but would lack the impact and nostalgia
that was envisioned when undergoing this project.
AZ Publishing Services, LLC, a local Print Publisher is spear-heading this project.
According to Patti Hultstrand, Publisher/CEO, "What I am asking for is simple.
I am seeking that memory to share with the world and what your vision is for
future space exploration so we can continue that dream." She continued by asking
for all pictures to include of you or your family sharing this memory because they
would only enrich the experience for everyone. If they are not included in the
actual book, they will be included online where the books can be purchased: http://www.freethewod.info
The Questions:
What were you doing when man set foot on the moon in July 1969?
Where do you see us going in Space in the future?
Please email AZPS directly at: patti@azpublishingservices.com
"I encourage you to forward this message to anyone else you feel could help us preserve the memory."
WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME TO GET THIS DONE. DEADLINE WILL BE MAY 29th FOR ALL QUOTES AND PICTURES OF YOUR FAMILY ENJOYING THE FIRST MOON WALK - BE A PART OF THIS BEAUTIFUL FULL COLOR COMMEMORATIVE PROJECT!!
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Readers, Patti is generously giving away a print copy of Moon Walk when it becomes available in mid-June. To enter the contest, leave a comment here with your answer to one of the questions above. And remember that if you'd like for your quote to be considered for the book, please email it to Patti. A winner for the contest will be chosen around 8pm PST on Friday, May 22.
Revised... I'm going to extend the contest to end on Sunday, May 24 since I forgot to pick a winner on Friday evening. So keep on commenting!
John Hart's "New York Times" bestselling debut, The King of Lies, announced the arrival of a major talent. With Down River, he surpassed his earlier success, transcending the barrier between thriller and literature and winning the 2008 Edgar Award for best novel. Now, with The Last Child, he achieves his most significant work to date, an intricate, powerful story of loss, hope, and courage in the face of evil.
Thirteen year-old Johnny Merrimon had the perfect life: a warm home and loving parents; a twin sister, Alyssa, with whom he shared an irreplaceable bond. He knew nothing of loss, until the day Alyssa vanished from the side of a lonely street. Now, a year later, Johnny finds himself isolated and alone, failed by the people he'd been taught since birth to trust. No one else believes that Alyssa is still alive, but Johnny is certain that she is---confident in a way that he can never fully explain.
Determined to find his sister, Johnny risks everything to explore the dark side of his hometown. It is a desperate, terrifying search, but Johnny is not as alone as he might think. Detective Clyde Hunt has never stopped looking for Alyssa either, and he has a soft spot for Johnny. He watches over the boy and tries to keep him safe, but when Johnny uncovers a dangerous lead and vows to follow it, Hunt has no choice but to intervene.
Then a second child goes missing . . .
Undeterred by Hunt's threats or his mother's pleas, Johnny enlists the help of his last friend, and together they plunge into the wild, to a forgotten place with a history of violence that goes back more than a hundred years. There, they meet a giant of a man, an escaped convict on his own tragic quest. What they learn from him will shatter every notion Johnny had about the fate of his sister; it will lead them to another far place, to a truth that will test both boys to the limit.
Traveling the wilderness between innocence and hard wisdom, between hopelessness and faith, The Last Child leaves all categories behind and establishes John Hart as a writer of unique power.
For an excerpt please visit: http://www.johnhartfiction.com/excerpt_thelastchild.html
Book Talk with J & J has teamed up with Books-a-Million to give away a copy of The Last Child. If you'd like to be entered in the contest, please email admin.bookblog@gmail.com with your mailing address and why you'd like a copy of this book. The winner will be chosen on Thursday, May 14.
When Princess Tamea has reoccurring dreams of a young man fighting in a futuristic war far ahead of her time, she worries about her sanity. But when she also has a vision of this man some years older, where he dies in her arms in another time and place, she knows something in her life is about to change.
Then she meets King Parker and his brothers from the neighboring country of Altare. This King looks just like the man from her vision. Once Tamea touches him, her mind is swept back into his past, and to those dreams that have haunted her for months. As she searches for answers, she finds even more questions about this King's mysterious past and how his country had quickly gained their land from their neighboring countries of Nepal and Bengal.
When King Parker meets the youngest Colonel in Laie's history, he's definitely not comfortable with this young woman being assigned to personally guard his safety while their two countries forge a new alliance. To finalize the treaty, which would allow Altare to share their technologically advanced weapons, King Parker knows it's his duty to marry Laie's queen. However, he finds it hard to seal the deal when he realizes it's not Queen Suu-Naung he needs and desires, but the young, passionate Princess Tamea who possesses a warrior's instincts.
Parker questions his own sanity in starting this love affair, just as he questions how this young lady could have become a high-ranking officer in the 1500's Asia, where women's rights were suppressed behind curtains and veils.
As Tamea's psychic abilities suddenly blossom, Parker becomes irrevocably connected to her in this time and place. With the passionate Princess igniting the fire in his life, Parker also begins questioning his long-standing scientific goal; going back to his future.
It seems, as soon as they find each other, intrigue and war threaten to separate them forever. Altare and Laie must quickly join forces to stop their mutual enemies from within their own ranks and from their neighboring country of Bengal.
Princess Tamea begins healing the King's emotional scars leftover from another time and place, in the 1960's America, where Parker fought for his country in the Vietnam War. Even though the Princess has been trained to infiltrate and protect, it's King Parker of Altare who brings in the big guns from an era long in the future, saving her from the enemies' torturous plans.
Time does indeed conquer all! Thus proving the mystical theory that everything happens for a reason. Even when what happens is not correct - In time.
Patti has been writing since the 7th grade when her English teacher took active interest in her poetry and short story writing. She became hooked when one of her short stories was published in the local library literary magazine. Her first love became science-fiction when she was introduced to the works of Ray Bradbury.
Fandom bit her when she actually met the man behind the works in 1987 at a special engagement speech in Phoenix, Arizona. She had taken many of those writing tips and life examples to apply in her everyday life. "Never stop to edit, just keep writing until you're done, then go back and edit, and edit, and edit again until you're satisfied."
Patti has been applying some writing in almost everything she has done from that time forward. She has written in college papers, literary magazines, public relations articles, business proceedure manuals and having even gone as far as having published her own magazine in Arizona Marketing. Her writing had become publishing, where she was contracted to publish real-estate magazines and other trade magazines from her own graphic design business.
She has been working for a print shop in Phoenix for over ten years, while continuing to work on the side in her own business as the work came to her. "Word of mouth advertising is the best and cheapest form of advertising." Patti has relied on much word of mouth to gain clients as they came to her.
Marketing, advertising, writing, printing, public relations, fandom, and publishing experience has had years to mold itself in something larger and more important than any other project she's attempted. Weavers of Dreams is not just another online bookstore, it's designed to assist new or struggling authors a better opportunity to sell and reach a wider range of readers. This is going to be the iTunes for books; the cohesion of a writing community who has been bullied, lied to, and has had some of their dreams bought out from under them by the gluttonous companies who have been preying on those dreams. We are the weavers, not just the dreamers.
Copied from http://www.weaversofdreams.com/AboutPatti.htmlPJ is giving away a print copy of "Time Conquers All" (which will be available on May 29) to a random commenter. PJ is the President/CEO of AZ Publishing Services and Weavers of Dreams. To enter the contest, let her know what kinds of books you'd like to see this new publisher bring to print. I'll pick a winner around 8:00 pm PST today (Friday, May 8). Read More......
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We have new and exciting changes coming to Book Talk starting this coming weekend. With the demand for promos and reviews, we had to look at ways to accommodate everyone.
First, we're going to have more guests on the blog. In addition to our week long promos that we post on Mondays, we're also going to start having weekend promos. We're also going to get better about posting reviews.
So, here's what our posting schedule will look like:
Monday- The start of the week long promos with excerpts and interview or guest blogging
Thursday- The end of the week long promo with the winner of contest announced
Friday- Reviews, other contest posts, and just random posts
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Authors, if you're interested in setting up one of these promos, check out our schedule along the left sidebar and then send us an e-mail at admin.bookblogATgmail.com.
Readers, we've been having a lot of contest books going unclaimed. If you'd like to get your e-mail address into our database so that we can contact you if you're a winner, send us an e-mail and be sure to include your blogger ID. I also want to remind you of our November contest and polls (I just set up a second one, so be sure to vote in both).
Auguste Maximilian sat in a blue velvet chair dressed in the last of the night’s fading shadows. Stretched out with one foot resting on a matching footstool, he had a glass of wine in one hand and held cigarette in the other. The rich, scent of foreign tobacco mixed with just a hint of heady spices hazed the atmosphere around him. Lingering in a halo around his head, the opalescent smoke gave his frosty features an unreal, almost illusive quality.
Auguste Maximilian, sovereign of the vampyr legion.
Seeing him, fear knotted in the back of Líadán’s throat, threatening to steal away her breath. She could feel his gaze raking over her, examining her visually from head to toe. Auguste had been waiting for her return, waiting the way a predator waited for prey; patiently and with much anticipation. His penetrating gaze under half-lidded eyes smoldered with barely concealed ire. She was hours late, lingering when she should have hurried.
Líadán had danced. Now she would pay the piper.
Saying nothing, Líadán put aside her clutch and wrap, then simply stared at him, waiting. She felt as though her heart were squeezing inward, threatening to suffocate her. No matter how well one had been trained to submit, there was always the specter of dread looming behind the striking hand delivering the discipline. She should bolt, run until she found a small dark corner to hide in. The impulse died soon after its birthing. Of course, she could not run away. She had no other place to go. Auguste was the master who owned her, body and soul.
Auguste leaned back in his chair. His eyes had mocking glints in their depth as he studied her carefully. His face bore the imprint of cruelty, something hard and vicious lurking behind his wolf-like demeanor. A rough soldier of aristocratic stock and manner, he was a brutal and dangerous man, not only in looks, but in temperament. Taking a deep drag off his cigarette, he caught it between thumb and forefinger. “You are late, Líadán.” His accented voice held a trace of annoyance.
Líadán bit her bottom lip, turning her head briefly away. No. Auguste would sense something was wrong. She called on a reserve of icy calm, absolute control, to shield her fear. Armored in pride, she refused to surrender it.
Bringing her chin up, she leveled an unflinching gaze at him. “I had to feed.” A simple direct statement. Also, the truth. Long ago, she’d accepted the forces the occult had levered into her life. That didn’t mean she welcomed them. As she spoke, Auguste studied her face. The slight curve of his mouth at one corner mocked. I hate him. Tense, she waited for his reaction.
Auguste’s smile, so sinister and not entertaining a single ounce of mirth, chilled her heart. He nodded, as if turning over each word of her answer to examine it for truth or lies. “I am glad you have consented to take human blood again. The blood of animals is beneath us. Humans are our rightful prey.” His tone was a purr of silk across stone, low and hinting of menaces spoken and unspeakable. His tongue snaked out, stroking one of the razor sharp canines in his mouth, much longer than hers, more prominent.
Líadán indulged him with a taut smile. “I wish only to please you, lord.” She offered a short respectful nod of her head, as befitting a man of his rank and breeding. The frozen expression on his face made her cringe. She had aroused his ire. Her stomach felt as though a thousand tiny snakes were coiled within, wriggling and biting.
Minutes passed, each excruciatingly longer than the last. Auguste was taking his time, toying with her the way a cat played a mouse to exhaustion before coming in for the fatal strike. He enjoyed giving pleasure almost as much as he enjoyed inflicting pain. She dipped back her head and stared out the window past his shoulder, wishing she were someplace far away.
After what seemed an eternity, Auguste finished his cigarette then drained the last of his wine. He rose from his chair, his movements ophidian and effortless as he crossed his sitting room, the strength of a cunning stalker entwined as one within his being. His boots didn't make a sound when crossed over the expensive rugs covering the floor of his private sitting room. Dressed impeccably in a creamy shirt under a white silk vest, perfectly tailored white slacks and low heeled boots, his penetrating stare under thick brows was intimate. He didn’t conceal the fact he examined her closely, a slight smile and devious expression dancing in the depths of his gaze.
Stalking closer with feral grace, Auguste was the malevolence slumbering dormant in saner souls, the part of existence mankind wanted to deny—and feared. A hunter, a predator who harvested from the lost and devoured the proud, he would not be tamed.
Carrying himself stiffly erect, Auguste expected—demanded —absolute respect and utter compliance from those around him. Coiled, crouched like an untamed animal, muscles sinuous under his immaculate clothing, he made her shiver. His body was hard and brawny under his expensive tailored clothes; broad shoulders, narrow hips and muscular legs. The ages and much exertion to bridge them had honed his figure to a sharp and strong degree. If he had been the first man created, the gods would have been well pleased with their efforts.
Líadán licked her lips, drawing in a quick breath, her cheeks growing warm under his critical visual sweep. Auguste was breathtakingly handsome; from the rust shaded hair spilling in a tangle around his face to his honey dappled eyes guarding the answers to all the mysteries of the ages. His sideburns grew down his sharp jaw-line, assimilating into the thin elegantly trimmed goatee ringing his mouth; part of the look enhancing his old world manner and bearing. The long white scar angled at the corner of his left eye did nothing to detract from his looks, only serving to enhance the aura of danger enveloping him.
More than immortal, Auguste seemed everlasting—eternal. He’d bartered away his soul and in return had received the gift of the first jouyl to infect the earth. His eyes betrayed his heavenly beauty. A cold soulless creature lurked within the depths of his gaze, a feral beast of searing insanity he often unleashed to hunt and kill at will.
Were she any other woman, Líadán would have welcomed his attention, allowed herself to become easily mesmerized by his grace and charm. She, however, was neither. She knew the fiend inside him well, had trembled under its wrath more than once.
Líadán concentrated on standing very still. Unfailingly, he would somehow strike her down, be it mentally, emotionally or physically.
Auguste reached out, catching her hand in his. “Come to me, beloved. You have been away so long tonight.” His grip was iron, close to crushing her fingers.
Líadán was always unprepared for his touch. The effort to endure brought a wave of nausea as he pulled her into his arms. She fought the urge to pull her hand away, willing herself not to flinch. In her misery she barely noticed the icy pallor of his flesh. Head sinking back, she couldn’t help but look into his striking and cynically remote face.
Auguste studied through narrow eyes, his too-perceptive gaze piercing through her like the tip of a blade. “I smell another man on your skin.” He dipped close, inhaling her scent. His hand came up to caress her nape. “You enjoyed him, I hope.”