LIFE IS LIKE A BLANKET OF SNOW...

...be careful where and how you step...

It's that time again. The weather is warming up and we are slowing down, just in time to crack open a brand new list of beach reads. Welcome to my first summertime pick:


OCTOBER SNOW by Jenna Brooks        

About The Story: 

Josie spent twenty years as a battered wife, dying for a hero.
Now, she's dying to become one.

Josie Kane is a "difficult" woman, a pure enigma - one who survives her abusive husband by honing her unnerving talent for playing mind games: she knows exactly how to manipulate a bully.
Finally divorced, she thinks the abuse is over, and she's free.

She's wrong. And her cynicism is building.

Josie works with battered women, trying to rescue them from a fate similar to hers. But on the night that yet another battered woman is murdered by her husband, pining for a hero as she dies in Josie's arms, her cynicism becomes a quiet, simmering hatred.

Her one remaining refuge is in her bond with Maxine and Samantha, the two friends whom she loves like sisters. When Samantha becomes pregnant by Jack - an abuser who makes known his intentions to use the baby as a weapon of control - Josie's hatred ripens to a vengeful fury.

She sets out to take on one more batterer, manipulate one more bully... And she lures Jack into the crosshairs of the ultimate mind game.

Her friends are convinced that she intends to rid Samantha of Jack.
They're right.

But with Josie Kane, as always, there's a twist.

With her friends helpless to stop her - and with Samantha hanging in the balance - Josie squares off with Jack in a life-and-death, winner-lose-all battle of wits to determine which side will win Sammy's future.

And this time, there will be a hero.

The Review:

I have to start this off with a warning: OCTOBER SNOW is not for everyone. The story opens with a violent, gut wrenching death - a scene that grabbed hold of my heart and attention, and lured me in. If you do not have a strong stomach, you may not be able to handle the graphic descriptions of the violence inflicted upon the innocent.

As you can imagine, the life of a battered woman is not an easy one. This book offers the perspective of the victims and their families via a cleverly woven tale of friendship and the many faces of love. The writing is smooth, honest, and - when appropriate - even humorous. I was especially impressed with Ms. Brooks' ability to hypnotize me with the charm and allure of the small town, making me wish I could step outside my door and visit some of the local businesses, while chatting with a few of its inhabitants. I found it sad that the beauty she created in her descriptions of the landscapes was merely a cover for the ugliness that goes on behind some closed doors.

But not all is grim in OCTOBER SNOW. The friendship of the three main characters, Jo, Sam, and Max is the basis for a support system that everyone should be lucky enough to have. And the love story between Sam and Dave is what great movies are made of.

The beginning of the book is a bit slow at times, mired down by coffee drinking and day job hating, but stick with it readers. Once it picks up, this story does not disappoint. I give it four and a half bookmarks, dipped in justice. Be sure to have tissues on hand as Jenna Brooks claws at your soul, daring you not to feel anything for the complex characters she expertly creates on the pages of this novel.

I can't wait to read the sequel, AN EARLY FROST.

Click here to learn more about the author and to order your copy of OCTOBER SNOW: http://www.amazon.com/Jenna-Brooks/e/B00AFNY6JS

I invite you to read OCTOBER SNOW and then join the discussion here. What did you think of the story? Have you known anyone like any of the characters? How would you have handled the situation between Sam and her ex, Jack? I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts!

MORE GREAT BOOK CLUB PICKS BY INDIE AUTHORS: 

SUKI:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/06/summer-reading-book-club-week-1.html 


WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/06/friends-dont-let-friends-read-alone.html?showComment=1430071350264

MY TWO FLAGS: 

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-am-master-of-my-words-captain-of-my.html?showComment=1430071350264


TRAILER TRASH, WITH A GIRL'S NAME:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/10/you-know-youre-modern-day-trailer-trash.html

MOORE THAN MEETS THE EYE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/09/theres-always-another-story.html

WELCOME TO HEIDI:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/06/welcome-to-must-read.html

KAFE CASTRO:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-are-you-so-serious-do-it-kafe.html

BROKEN ANGEL:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/09/broken-angel-review.html

DEJA DREW:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/08/deja-drew-excerpt.html

THE GAZE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/05/gaze-by-javier-arobayoyay-or-nay.html

PGB:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/05/javier-robayo-author-of-gaze-steps-in.html

HAUNTED HOUSE, HAUNTED LIFE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/10/haunted-house-haunted-life.html

CF Winn is the award-winning author of The COFFEE BREAK SERIES, a quirky group of short stories meant to be read while on break or in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. Her first novella, SUKI, has been grabbing hearts and hugging souls all over the United States. 

You can now order SUKI in paperback at BOOK REVUE, one of the nation’s largest independent bookstores, by email at info@bookrevue.com Learn more about SUKI at BOOK REVUE. 

CF Winn is the founder of Winning! Publications, a firm specializing in editing and promotion services for authors. Her latest project is the just released Trailer Trash, With a Girl’s Name, a hilarious and heartwarming story of a boy saddled with a girl’s name and forced into a nomadic existence. Order it now: http://www.amazon.com/Trailer-Trash-With-Girls-Name-ebook/dp/B00IX0MIAO 

I AM THE MASTER OF MY WORDS, THE CAPTAIN OF MY BOOK PICKS: WEEK 3

It's only been in the last few years that I have come to realize that conflict is often an opportunity cleverly disguised. When I was in school, my bus ride was chock full of opportunities. 

My brothers and I rode with two families made up of multiple siblings. As individuals, they were dumb as rocks, but as a group, both clans had figured out that because of their numbers, they could rule the bus. 

The Murphy's had the back, taking the seats on the wheels. Those jolted the most when the bus driver sped over bumps and curbs on the turns, sending her passengers high into the air. In those seats, and at the right speed, a kid's head could graze the ceiling of the bus. Most stared longingly at Danny and Richie and their two freckled sisters as they hooted and cursed happily when we hit a particularly potholed road and almost tipped over sideways.

The Greens were made up of two twin sisters, a brother, and a cousin that lived with them. They took the coveted front seats, glaring menacingly at anyone who dared to linger too long in front of them before moving to the middle of the bus...the section reserved for the weak, and families of less than four. Our Adreneline Junkie driver only muttered the occasional, "Shut up", when The Greens would put each other and some unsuspecting lower classmen in headlocks for most of the ride. 

Almost always, I was trapped in my own head, thinking mostly about books or where I'd ride my bike after school, and so much of what went on around me went unnoticed and I was left alone.
My two brothers were much more sociable, joking around and having fun, but sometimes not observing the clearly laid borders around the midsection of the vehicle. This, along with my older brother's temporary speech impediment, would sometimes cause problems for them.

One day, we hadn't even left the school parking lot when Richie M decided to get a jump on pushing around the younger kids. He started with my older brother...the lover, not the fighter...to this day, he avoids confrontation, that is, after he starts it. That afternoon was no different. He was horsing around with his buddies, and said something indirectly about Richie. He knew that my brother was talking about him and he heard the difficultly with which he got it out (speech impediment). Richie ripped into his prey like a raccoon, inspecting its food roughly before tearing it to shreds and eating it. 

I had just boarded, and heard the verbal abuse as I made my way toward the back. This was not the first time he had made fun of my brother, but it was the first time I let myself get involved. Richie was much older than both of us.

When was he finally going to leave the younger ones alone? 

Without a word, I walked up to him and punched him in the face. He never saw it coming and was shocked to find that he was bleeding. So much. 

In that brief moment of  stunned silence, I said, "You'd better stay away from my brother from now on." I sounded like Minnie Mouse. My tiny voice would've been laughable except for the crimson mess dripping from his nose and cheek where my nail had caught his skin. 

No one dared to move...but Richie. More quickly than I could react, he grabbed my head and slammed it repeatedly into the window. His younger brother Danny was my age and yelled, "Rich! She's a girl!" 

I resisted, so the blows weren't as hard as they could be, but it still hurt as much as if he was hitting me with a metal pipe. As my head rocked back and forth, I thought of what to do. I knew that this was basically like making a first impression, and my reaction would shape the next few years my brothers and I had to spend with this goon, so I made a decision. 

When he was done brutalizing me...I did nothing. Wiping a thick clot of blood that hung from his nose with the back of his hand, he stepped back to survey the damage, pleased with how he had overpowered me. 

I stared at him blankly for a few seconds. 

My eyes did not fill with uncontrollable tears because after years of my mother attacking my scalp with a hairbrush, I had learned to channel pain and anxiety into my feet. 

The entire bus was silent. Even the driver stood frozen next to her seat, unable to pull her eyes away. Fear and shame cloaked them all. Not one person had tried to stop him from hurting me. 

In those quiet moments, I saw it all clearly and drew strength from the pride I felt in standing up to this creepy little bully boy. Although my head pounded and I felt as though I might pass out, I smiled. And then I laughed. When he heard me ask, "That's it?", he shook his head and muttered, "You're fucking crazy", before falling into his seat, exhausted and ready to nurse his bruised face. 

That family was done with us. As far as they were concerned, we didn't exist anymore, to torment or otherwise.

The cousin of The Greens had in it for my younger brother. Michael would bother him every day and my brother did a decent job of ignoring him until one day when he just had had enough. 

They decided to get off at Michael's stop and duke it out. I told my brother not to, but he shook me off and insisted that he was going to shut this kid up. 

I told him that I would be coming too, but he warned me to stay out of it. 

I promised that I would....until Michael got my brother in a headlock that he couldn't get out of. As Michael spun around, dragging my brother's body with him, our sibling eyes met and I snapped. I lunged from the far corner of the lawn, where I had promised to stay, and grabbed Michael's hair. The surprise and pain made him instantly release my brother and I watched my younger sibling fall in a heap, trying to catch his breath. 

The sight of him struggling for air took me out of my rage and I realized that this was an optimal teaching moment. The lesson in my young head was, if you push, expect to get pushed back.

I kept my grip on Michael's hair and as I punched him in the face, each blow was accented with a word. You. Will. Never. Come. Near. My. Brother. Again. Or. I. Will. Kill. You.

My brother pulled me off of him and we left Michael on his front walk, bleeding and trying to cry through ragged breaths. 

When his mother pounded on our door an hour later and complained about what my brother had done to her "baby", my mother just laughed and said, "My DAUGHTER beat your son up. Maybe now he'll stop bullying everyone. Get the hell off my lawn before I call the police." Then she shut the door in their faces. Problem solved.

With each challenge (and in the case of this week's pick, when we're bullied) we have the potential to learn something about ourselves: How far is too far? How do I handle tough situations? Maybe I need anger management counseling after all...

Welcome to WEEK 3:
 
The rules:
1. Book discussion comments are left on this site

2. Comments should only be about the BOOK and in no way be offensive or degrading to any person or persons.

3. It's ok to jump into the club late. Join us on any day of any week. BUT if, for example, you are starting with SUKI on WEEK 3, DO NOT READ THE DISCUSSION COMMENTS. Stop after you get to the link to purchase the book or you may ruin the story for yourself. I cannot stress this enough.


MY TWO FLAGS 
by Javier A. Robayo               

THE SYNOPSIS:  
Antonio Amaya’s life revolved around his family, his friends, and one dream: to live in the United States. When the dream becomes reality, the drastic change creates daunting challenges.
Antonio endures exclusion and disdain from his new schoolmates by turning his disillusionment inward. Yearning to belong, he fills the pages of his notebook in the hopes of learning English.
But how does a thirteen-year-old overcome language barriers, racial slurs, and bullying while hiding his desire to return to his country from his parents, who have given up everything to live under two flags?

THE REVIEW:
Readers, welcome back Tony Amaya, a fickle character from Mr. Robayo's previous books, THE GAZE and THE NEXT CHAPTER. In MY TWO FLAGS, we learn about Tony's life before he meets Samantha, Gwen, and everyone's heartthrob, Lewis. 

Tony (Antonio) himself, narrates how he landed in the country that would change him and eventually lead him to his future with Gwen and his daughters.

As always, Javier's stories are well written and meaningful, but this book will hopefully change your perspective about being the "new kid" and how we view people who are "different". One of the things I liked most, was that I think this book does a wonderful job of highlighting both sides of that situation. 

Tony arrives in the U.S. with expectations that are not necessarily met. In some cases he is surprised, but in others, he is disappointed and angered by differences between the two countries. He forms impressions that are not very good, based on limited knowledge and experience of our culture. 

At the same time, many of his fellow students approach him in the same way...not really knowing him or who he is or why he behaves as he does, but quick to form opinions and have extreme reactions to his very existence.

I was deeply moved by two scenes in particular and would urge readers to pay close attention and put themselves in Antonio's place as you read them:

1. His struggle to order food from McDonalds. If you think there's nothing to buying a value meal, try doing it in China. In Chinese.
2.The meeting between the guidance counselor, his Spanish teacher, and Antonio himself after he is busted for "fighting". There is no way to know what is going on inside of someone unless you take the time to ask. And listen.

DISCUSSION PROMPTS:
Have you ever been pushed to your limit? Can you remember ever being a bully or having been the victim of a bully? After reading this book, do you find yourself considering someone else's perspective before passing judgement?

ORDER THE BOOK:
On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/My-Two-Flags-ebook/dp/B00C46TJAA
On Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-two-flags-javier-robayo/1114981257?ean=2940016602585
In Print: http://www.javierrobayoauthor.com/my-two-flags.html


AND THE WINNERS ARE:
Thank you to Mary Margaret Tucker and Stacey Roberts for doing your homework this week. They will both receive a free copy of MY WAY by David P Perlmutter and Mary Margaret  can show off her SUKI mother/daughter bracelet at any event, 
compliments of THE SHINY BEAD.

MORE GREAT BOOK CLUB PICKS BY INDIE AUTHORS:

SUKI:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/06/summer-reading-book-club-week-1.html 

WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME:


http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/06/friends-dont-let-friends-read-alone.html?showComment=1430071350264


OCTOBER SNOW:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/06/life-is-like-blanket-of-snow.html?showComment=1430071350264

TRAILER TRASH, WITH A GIRL'S NAME:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/10/you-know-youre-modern-day-trailer-trash.html

MOORE THAN MEETS THE EYE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/09/theres-always-another-story.html

WELCOME TO HEIDI:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/06/welcome-to-must-read.html

KAFE CASTRO:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-are-you-so-serious-do-it-kafe.html

BROKEN ANGEL:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/09/broken-angel-review.html

DEJA DREW:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/08/deja-drew-excerpt.html

THE GAZE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/05/gaze-by-javier-arobayoyay-or-nay.html

PGB:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/05/javier-robayo-author-of-gaze-steps-in.html

HAUNTED HOUSE, HAUNTED LIFE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/10/haunted-house-haunted-life.html



CF Winn is the author of  The COFFEE BREAK SERIES, a hilarious group of short stories meant to be read while on a break or in the waiting room of a doctor's office. Her first novella, SUKI, has been grabbing hearts and hugging souls all over the United States.

LIFE THROWS LEARNING CURVES...

Life is full of pop quizzes...we are tested every time we're thrown off by something we didn't see coming. What most people don't realize is that it's not the outcome that decides our grade, it's how we handle it. The cooler we are under pressure, the closer we get to that A on the report card....and the fewer cell phones we'll break.

Is there a learning curve? Of course there is. Every day we are given the opportunity to learn through our experiences and to get better and better at handling the ones that surprise us... I hope that sometime soon I will master keeping my cool when McDonalds screws up my daughter's crispy chicken wrap order... just chicken and lettuce, people! Not plutonium, a TNT trigger, and a timing mechanism. Not a booster rocket, combustible fuel, and trajectory. Not even, for God’s sake “two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese..” Is it that they can’t make the crispy chicken wrap with ONLY LETTUCE AND CHICKEN because there’s no SONG that tells them how to do it?

Last week I was away in North Carolina and almost every moment for me was like a pop quiz, but the biggest ones were on the drive home. Anyone who has done it knows that traveling through several states can be challenging. What time should I leave? Should I continue through torrential downpours or should I pull over? How tired is too tired to drive? And at what point does the bickering from the back seat become grating enough to decide that a hundred miles in the trunk would bring my kids closer together?  

Today, for those of you loyal enough to be sticking with my summer reading book club, I have a treat for you. 

A mid week pop quiz... with a reward. 

If you have been keeping up with your reading assignments, this should be easy. Pay close attention to the rules:

1. Between now and Friday 7/12/13 at midnight, post a review for:

   

SUKI:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BJVSHPE (Amazon) 

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/suki-cf-winn/1114686016?ean=2940016344898 (Barnes and Noble)

and/or for 

WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME:

http://www.amazon.com/Wrong-Place-Time-ebook/dp/B008955FG2 (Amazon) http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wrong-place-wrong-time-david-p-perlmutter/1111940133?ean=2940033298525 (Barnes and Noble)

2. Leave an email address where we can reach you at and which book you reviewed on the comments of this post

3. I will randomly pick ONE winner to receive a mother/daughter bracelet set compliments of THE SHINY BEAD, for leaving a review about SUKI, 

and David will choose TWO winners to each receive an e-book copy of his latest release, MY WAY just for leaving a review about WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME.

Hope you are all having fun with our Summer Reading Bookclub so far! There are plenty more picks and giveaways to come. Stay tuned for WEEK 3. I will post it on Sunday.

Uh oh! I forgot to let the kids out of the trunk!

FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS READ ALONE - WEEK 2

A few days ago, I found myself craving my favorite cocktail... a kamikaze. It's a light drink that packs a wallop if you don't follow the traditional 1/3 vodka, 1/3 triple sec, 1/3 sweetened lime juice recipe.           

And that's the other thing that I love about this drink. It is easy to make to taste. Don't love the sweet? Add extra vodka. Like the sweet, but don't need the buzz so much? More lime juice please!

I pulled out my glass and filled it with ice, but when I went for the vodka, I found that I had run out. The liquor store is right around the corner from my house, so I put on a pair of flip flops and grabbed my wallet. 

I was at the front door when my youngest daughter, my shadow, and self appointed wing man of fun muted iCarly and said, "Wait Mom! Where are you going?" 

I replied, "The liquor store." 

She turned off the TV and jumped up. "I'll come!"  

No, my daughter does NOT think the liquor store is a magical place...she thinks the frozen yogurt store next to it is Heaven on Earth.

I shrugged and said, "Well, let's go then." We all have our vices.

All the way there, she talked about froyo. I told her that she could go get her treat and that I'd meet her in there, but she wanted to wait for me. We found the vodka easily and went to the register to pay so that we could go next door.

Not so fast. The clerk asked me for ID.       

I thought he was kidding. I said, "Oh?" and waited for him to laugh.

Nope.

I reached for my wallet slowly and chuckled. "You want my ID, right?"

He was not amused. He nodded seriously and stuck his hand out, expectantly.

I was thrilled when I rifled around for my drivers license. I said, "Sure! No problem at all!"

Suddenly, my twelve year old daughter said "Mo-o-om". I could hear her eyes roll as sarcastically as her voice did beside me. 

The clerk looked her up and down as if he hadn't noticed her there before. His first "Oh..." revealed that something had begun to click, but he took the ID anyway. His next "OH!" echoed throughout the quiet store as he did the math...

Over birthday cake yogurt and gummy worms, my pre-teen and I laughed about the incident, but it got me thinking about when I was younger and all of the stupid things I had done. 

I wasn't the craziest person out there; my only brush with drinking and driving was when a serial offender jumped the divider and hit the car I was in head on. I was driving with two other people. He sent all of us to the hospital for Thanksgiving and to physical rehabilitation for a few months. I still bear the scars and memories of that night, and great perspective.

Some of my decisions were probably ones I wouldn't want my own kids to make as they get older, but sooner or later I will have to accept that it comes with the territory. We learn through our mishaps and behavioral slips.


And that brings us to the next BOOK CLUB pick:
 
Thank you for joining us for WEEK 2:

The rules:

1. Book discussion comments are left on this site and on: http://lindenhurst.patch.com/groups/christina-fifieldwinns-blog/p/friends-dont-let-friends-read-alone--week-2

2. Comments should only be about the BOOK and in no way be offensive or degrading to any person or persons.

3. It's ok to jump into the club late. Join us on any day of any week. BUT if, for example, you are starting with SUKI on WEEK 3, DO NOT READ THE DISCUSSION COMMENTS. Stop after you get to the link to purchase the book or you may ruin the story for yourself. I cannot stress this enough.



WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME  
by David P. Perlmutter

      

THE SYNOPSIS: 

One bad decision can change everything. As a young man, David had a good job, friends, and a comfortable lifestyle. The night that he gave in to all of his desires without a thought about the consequences, was the night when he lost it all. Like a small rock that gathers momentum as it tumbles from a mountain top, David's first mistake would spiral into a chaotic avalanche of disastrous events. This true story relays what the author describes as, "...the most terrifying time of my life."


THE REVIEW: 

I love a true story. There are so many books written about how we wish things could be, or how we'd do things if only we were granted the right technology, enough money, or the perfect mate, but real life is messy, exciting, and soul changing. That's exactly what WRONG TIME, WRONG PLACE offers the reader.

On the surface, David's character appears to be a hopeless alcoholic, unable to grow up and finally conquer his bad habits, but if you wade through the sea of purposeless choices and look closely enough, the smart reader will see that David is a shining example of why thinking things through before reacting is so very important.

Many of David's reviewers have labelled the string of events, "bad luck" and they "feel sorry for him". Judge as you see fit and call it what you want, but David's brand of storytelling and style of writing easily brings a plethora of emotions to the surface. There were times when I rooted for him to change his life, only to scream at my Kindle, "David! Are you kidding me?!" a minute and a half later. 
 

Does he finally learn his lesson? Is he living a peaceful existence now? Follow David from London to Spain and find out. You will not be let down. WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME is a real life nail biter, keeping you interested until the last page.

Join me in the discussion about this controversial story. Comment below and let me know how David's obvious frailties affected you. 


ORDER THE BOOK:

ON AMAZON:  http://www.amazon.com/Wrong-Place-Time-ebook/dp/B008955FG2

IN PRINT: http://thewrongplaceatthewrongtime.blogspot.com/


HAVE SOME FUN: Every time David drinks in the story, take a swig of your favorite liquid refreshment... and remember, drink responsibly! Even caffeine highs can be crazy!


 *The winner of last's week's giveaway is ROBBIE COX. CHEERS to Robbie! Enjoy your print copy of my pick for WEEK 3!*

MORE GREAT BOOK CLUB PICKS BY INDIE AUTHORS:

SUKI:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/06/summer-reading-book-club-week-1.html

MY TWO FLAGS: 

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-am-master-of-my-words-captain-of-my.html?showComment=1430071350264

OCTOBER SNOW:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/06/life-is-like-blanket-of-snow.html?showComment=1430071350264

TRAILER TRASH, WITH A GIRL'S NAME:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/10/you-know-youre-modern-day-trailer-trash.html

MOORE THAN MEETS THE EYE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/09/theres-always-another-story.html

WELCOME TO HEIDI:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/06/welcome-to-must-read.html

KAFE CASTRO:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-are-you-so-serious-do-it-kafe.html

BROKEN ANGEL:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/09/broken-angel-review.html

DEJA DREW:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/08/deja-drew-excerpt.html

THE GAZE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/05/gaze-by-javier-arobayoyay-or-nay.html

PGB:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2012/05/javier-robayo-author-of-gaze-steps-in.html

HAUNTED HOUSE, HAUNTED LIFE:

http://simplystick.blogspot.com/2014/10/haunted-house-haunted-life.html


 CF Winn is the author of The COFFEE BREAK SERIES, a hilarious group of short stories meant to be read while on break or in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Her first novella, SUKI, has been grabbing hearts and hugging souls all over the United States.