Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Reconquest: Mother Earth Paperback by Carl Alves Virtual Book Tours and a Giveaway

SEAL Mitch Grace was among the first humans to see the aliens when they landed at the naval base where he was stationed, but like the rest of humanity, he was powerless to stop them. Five years later, Mitch awakens from a coma under the care of an alien physician to find that aliens control the planet. Starting alone, as a one man army, he rallies the surviving humans to build a resistance movement to take the planet back from the alien conquerors. After his capture by the aliens, Mitch is forced into intergalactic slavery to become a gladiator, fighting as the sole representative of the human species. Against all odds, and far from home, he lays the plans for the reconquest of his homeland.

"Anybody can end the world, but few can do it with the blend of action, suspense,romance and even humor that Alves mixes up in this fantastic novel. A blast for anyone who enjoys a good tale, even those who rarely venture into science fiction.

Carl went to Boston University majoring in Biomedical Engineering. Carl graduated with a BS degree, and has since worked in the pharmaceutical and medical devices industries. He later graduated from Lehigh University with an MBA degree. His debut novel "Two For Eternity" was released in 2011 by Weaving Dreams Publishing. His novel "Blood Street" was released in 2012 by True Grit Publishing. His post apocalyptic sci-fi novel Reclamation Mother Earth will be released in 2013 by Montag Press. His short fiction has appeared in various publications such as Sinister City, Alien Skin and Glassfire Anthology. He is a member of the Horror Writers Association and has attended the Penn Writers Conference. You can visit his website at www.carlalves .com.

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Chapter I

Charles Amato stared at the enclosed area.  His three years of Navy SEAL training and ops could hardly prepare him for what he was witnessing.  
Charles closed his eyes and shook his head.  When he opened them, the impossible scene had not changed.  He fought his instincts to run away.  He had to take responsibility and do something.
Clutching his gun, he did not take it out.  The threat wasn't immediate, and he did not want to appear hostile to the alien life forms fenced inside the motor pool storing military vehicles.  
The alien nearest him was a large, stocky light-blue skinned creature whose spiky head looked oddly small in comparison to its tall, wide frame, which was over three meters in height.  Its long tongue darted in and out from its sharp teeth. Four short and stocky legs supported the alien’s hairless body.  Its four spindly arms, each with six thin fingers, shot out in all directions.
The alien looked like it was jumping rope as it bobbed its head and shifted its weight to each of its four feet.  It gazed at Charles, but did not move toward him.  
The second alien had a tall, angular body with a dark brown face and wide, oval eyes that looked almost human.  Its pupils were the size of a quarter.  Wiry tendrils just below its nose had the appearance of a long mustache except that the tendrils shifted and moved like appendages.  Short, matted hair covered its head.  Its mouth was located just above its neck.  Two sets of short, mosquito-like wings from its back flapped continuously, creating a buzzing sound.  
The second alien stood on an open-air vehicle that resembled a train, except that it hovered in the air and was not supported by tracks.  A trail of smoke emanated from the rear of the vehicle.  The alien’s upper torso stuck out, and it drove in a circle, not paying any attention to Amato.  
Charles slowly stepped backward, hardly believing what he was seeing.  Perhaps this was a hologram created by a computer wiz on a SEAL team, but these creatures occupied physical space and had mass.  
Mentally retracing his tracks, he had returned from the base’s infirmary after receiving treatment on his sprained ankle.  He had injured it on a jump during HALO training when he had been trying a maneuver while falling through the air.  
After getting his ankle evaluated and rewrapped, his mind had been locked in on rest and relaxation during the upcoming weekend until he had encountered this situation.  First, he had heard a buzzing sound.  Then, he had spotted the vehicle moving, before getting a full view of the two aliens.  
Other than the sprained ankle, Charles felt fine.  He was not sick, hallucinating or delirious.  
He considered his options.  If they were hostile, he did not want to attract their attention.  Although he was armed, he had no idea of their capabilities and did not want to find out.  
He looked around, but could not see anyone nearby.  He felt alone and isolated, wishing there was an officer to advise him.
The two aliens continued to ignore him.  How the hell did they get here?  Not just to the planet Earth, but within the Navy SEAL base on Coronado Island.  They did not have a ship adequate for transport from a location thousands or millions of miles away.  What did they want?  They were not wearing any suits, which meant they were capable of breathing the Earth’s air.  They probably came from an environment similar to this one.  What did it all mean?  Were these two a precursor of what was to come or had they arrived here accidentally? 
The light blue alien chirped something incomprehensible.  The second more human-looking alien did not reply.  It tilted its head back and forth in a swaying motion.  He wanted to call out and announce his presence, but the words stuck in his throat.  
Charles had to do something.  He was not a helpless civilian.  He was a member of the most elite naval special warfare unit on the planet.  It was time for him to get past his fear and act.  
The second alien drove its hover-train towards the edge of the fence.  The alien shook violently and screeched as its tendrils grabbed the fence.  
The light blue alien began to jump up and down on its four legs and shrieked in unison with the other alien.  
“What the hell?”  Charles shook his head.  He had to get help.

Navy SEAL Ensign Peter Estabrook sat behind his desk listening to the sob story of First Class SEAL trainee Pappalardo. 
He had no time for this nonsense.  Not everybody was cut out to be in the SEALs.  Peter had discovered that firsthand when more than three quarters of his training class dropped out.  They only wanted the very best, and not everybody could cut it.  He had known many good men who did not make it through training, but to whine and complain on your way out like Pappalardo was pathetic.  According to Pappalardo, it was everybody else’s fault but his own.  
“The instructors aren’t giving me a fair shake, sir,” Pappalardo said.  “I mean I could do this stuff.  They just aren’t being fair.”
Peter tried to hold back his anger.  He felt like grabbing the kid by his throat.  If Pappalardo couldn’t make it through this stage of the training, there was no way he would make it through Hell Week, where many strong men folded under the pressure. 
“I can assure you that none of the trainers have treated you unfairly,” Peter said.  “We only accept the best and don't make apologies for our high standards.  I am sure that there are other careers within the US Navy that would be more suitable for you.”
“Hey, I can be a SEAL, sir,” insisted Pappalardo.  “I’m better than a lot of these other guys.  They ain’t got nothin’ on me.”
Peter gritted his teeth.  “You have some kind of nerve, Pappalardo.  You come into my office making all kinds of demands.  I was trying to let you off easy, but you want to push it.  Do you have any idea of what it means to be a SEAL?  Do you?”
Pappalardo stammered but did not reply.
“Let me tell you, son, I have served as a Navy SEAL in two wars and more combat missions than I can remember.  It means sitting in a lake for hours hoping you don’t get discovered, waiting to ambush your enemy.  It means diving off of a plane four miles up in the air and trying to land on a moving target.  It means going into enemy territory in the middle of a firefight and rescuing a POW.  Do you have any idea what it would be to have an Al Qaeda officer interrogate you?  You make me sick.  Do the right thing and drop out, because I can assure you that things will get worse, and you'll experience hell unlike anything you've ever known. I'll start the paperwork to get you transferred.  Go pack your bags.”
Pappalardo started to argue, but Peter ushered him out of his office.  He shut the door and returned to his desk.  
Thinking of Pappalardo made his stomach turn.  Being treated like dirt was the norm in the Navy SEAL program.  That had been going on since JFK had first commissioned the teams.  It was necessary because battlefield conditions were worse than training conditions.  In his day, nobody complained to the officers unless they lost a limb.  
A knock on the door caused Peter to groan.  If that was Pappalardo again, he was going to strangle the kid.  
"Come in."
First Class Torpedoman Charles Amato stood at the door.  His face was flushed and he was perspiring heavily.  He shook as he spoke.  “Sir, I have a situation that requires your immediate attention.”
Peter sighed.  “What’s the problem?”
“Sir, I need you to come with me immediately.”  Amato’s voice wavered.
Peter's face tightened.  “Gain control of yourself.  What's the problem?”
“Sir, I can't even begin to describe what I witnessed by the vehicle storage area.  Please follow me.”
“This better be good,” Peter said.
“Sir, this is a matter of national security.”
Peter put on a light jacket and walked out of the building.  His senses were immediately alerted to a change in the air as they walked through the base.  It was nothing tangible.  It felt like the onset of a major storm, except that the skies were cloudless and it was a perfectly sunny day.  The base looked like any ordinary college campuses, save for the drab buildings and lack of color.
Amato breathed heavily as they walked.  He had known Charles Amato for three years and had always found the kid to be mentally and emotionally stable.  He had seen Amato perform quite admirably in training when they went to Nova Scotia in the depths of the Canadian winter.  
An eerie buzzing noise grew louder.  “What’s that?” 
Amato had a tremor in his voice.  “You’ll see.” 
They turned around the bend and approached the motor pool.  When he first saw them, Peter was too stunned to speak.  It took him a minute to finally say, “What the hell is this?” 
“Sir, I have no idea. My guess is that they are alien life forms.”
Alien life forms.  The words hung in the air as if frozen by liquid nitrogen.  Of course they’re alien life forms, dummy, Peter felt like saying.  Do they look like they came from the San Diego Zoo?  “This is insane,” Peter muttered.  The air around him seemed to tighten. 
“I agree, sir.”  Amato approached the fence and looked closely at the alien on top of the vehicle.  “They don’t seem to be trying to communicate with us?”
Peter stood next to Amato as the two aliens chirped.  The large, squatty alien with the eight limbs had a shrill, high-pitched voice, while the alien with the tendrils that resembled a mustache spoke in a flat, monotone voice.  
“Maybe they don’t know how to communicate with us,” Peter replied in a low voice.  “Perhaps they’re as confused about the situation as we are.”
The large, light blue alien jumped up and down on its many legs.  The earth shook underneath it.  It tilted its spiky head and issued a loud cry as its tongue swirled in the air.  It then looked at the alien in the vehicle, who appeared to be nodding.  
After observing for some time, Peter asked, “Amato, have you tried to initiate contact with the alien subjects?” 
Amato shook his head.  “I didn’t know what to do, sir, so I observed their actions, much like we are doing now.  Instead of trying to initiate communication, I went to find you.  Should I have tried to talk to them?”
Peter shook his head.  “What you did was fine.” Peter stepped forward.  “I am Ensign Peter Estabrook of the United States Navy.  You have landed in Coronado, California at a US naval facility.  We would like to help you in any way possible, but we need to know your intentions.”
Still inside of his vehicle, the smaller alien approached the fence.  He spoke something incomprehensible as his mustache flailed wildly.  
“I guess we don’t speak the same language,” Peter said.  
“So what do you think they want?”
Peter's face tightened.  “How should I know?  I'm as lost as you are.”  He continued to watch in lurid fascination.  “You know what I've been wondering since I got here?”
“What's that, sir?”
“Why are these two alien creatures staying within the fence?  It should not be difficult to leave, especially for the one in the vehicle.”
Amato frowned.  “I don’t know, sir.  Perhaps they feel the barrier is more impenetrable than it actually is.”
“If I landed on a foreign planet and found myself in a cage or an enclosed area, I would try to find a way out. Thus far, these two haven’t shown any inclination to escape.
“Well, we can’t stand here all day waiting for something to happen.  This is going to be big, Amato.  Real big.”  
Peter took out his cell phone and called Lieutenant Mitch Grace.  He had more confidence in Mitch than any man alive, but what would Mitch do when he saw these aliens?

Mitch Grace worked the grill in his kitchen like a seasoned professional, whipping up hash browns, sausage and eggs on his cast-iron skillet.  Normally he would not cook such an elaborate breakfast, but this morning he was not dining alone.  
The scent wafted through the small apartment.  Wearing her powder blue bathrobe, Deborah kissed him lightly on the back of his neck.  Her long brown hair was still damp from taking a shower.  “What did I do to deserve you, Mr. Grace?”  She peeked over his shoulder.  “You’re too good to me.”
“That’s Lieutenant Grace to you.  I’d like to refute your statement, but as the forefather of our great nation once said, I cannot tell a lie.”  He turned and gave her a kiss.
“Smells great.” 
“I’m using a special recipe I learned when I was out in Guam, lots of exotic spices.  In a few minutes this bountiful feast will be all yours.  Well yours and mine.”  Mitch lowered the flame on the burner and began setting the table.  “In that case, you’ll get nothing.  This was a test and you failed miserably.”
“What are you going to do, take a stripe away from me?”
“I just might,” Mitch replied.  “I know people in the Navy.”
“Fortunately the rest of the Navy doesn’t take the SEALs seriously.  We think you’re a bunch of yahoos.”
They sat down to eat on the cozy wooden kitchen table.  Mitch savored every bite, much better than anything he had eaten in Afghanistan.  It felt strange being home after completing his second tour of duty.  He had arrived in San Diego last night.  Deborah had picked him up at the airport.  They spent so much time away from each other, it was hardly ideal for a successful relationship.  Deborah, a naval intelligence officer, had recently spent time in the Persian Gulf.  Besides being his significant other, her high level of clearance in the navy allowed her to be privy to his missions.
Their time apart had been torture.  In the middle of the war zone, no matter how tough things got, thinking of Deborah always pulled him through.  
Upon his return, all Mitch wanted was a good meal and a good bottle of wine.  He and Deborah had gone out to eat at one of their favorite restaurants in Little Italy.  It felt so good to be back home, certainly better than wearing heavy gear in sweltering heat. 
As they were doing dishes, he said, “Maybe we should do it.  You know, tie the knot, make it official.  I wouldn’t make you change your name if you didn’t want to.”
Deborah put down the wet dishrag.  “We’ve been down this road before.  What kind of marriage can we have if each of us is going to be in Timbuktu for God knows how long?  You know I love you.  I absolutely do, but being in a relationship with you is trying.  There are nights when I can’t sleep because I’m worried sick that some terrorist is going to ignite a bomb and kill you.”
Deborah had been married and divorced once.  Her ex-husband was a car salesman who had not been able to handle her being away so often, finding solace with another woman.  She had explained to Mitch that she had been young and naïve, thinking her ex-husband would love her enough to stick with her even when her schedule got difficult.  To her credit, she made the divorce quick and painless, and moved on with her life.
“If that happened would you be any less heartbroken if we weren't married?”  
“No.” Deborah closed her eyes.  “But my idea of getting married would mean to raise a family and have a house with a white picket fence.  When I made my career choice, I knew that would be difficult.  I’ve already tried once unsuccessfully.  If we’re going to be married, I don’t want to be away from you for so long.”
“Then I’ll quit.”
“I don’t want you to quit.  You’re the best of the best.  It would be selfish for me to let you quit just so that I could have you at home.  What you do is more valuable than anything you could do in the private sector or in another branch of the military.”
“And all this time I thought you hated us SEALs.  What did you say the first time we met?  All we do is smash and bash everything in front of us?”
Deborah smiled.  “But you do it so well.”
“Maybe I don’t have to quit.  I just finished my second tour.  They won't send me back again unless I petition for a third tour, not to mention the war efforts are winding down.  I could become a full-time instructor.  If now isn’t a good time to get married, then when is?”
Deborah shook her head.  “I don’t know.”
Mitch sensed he had struck a nerve.  “You have to concede that the timing is good.”
“You know the statistics.  Most SEAL marriages don’t last more than a few years.”
“We’ll make it work. I love you.”
“Yeah, but who knows what the future will bring?” Deborah asked.
Mitch gestured wildly with his hands. “We’ll deal with the future later.  Let’s deal with the here and now.  So, are we going to do this?”
“Maybe?  I just argued a great case, counselor, and all you could give me is a maybe.”
Deborah asked questions about the logistics of a wedding, and Mitch had an answer for each of her concerns.
“So is this a proposal?” 
Mitch pulled out a one carat diamond ring from his pants pocket.  Just then his phone rang.  Only important calls came in on this cell phone.
Mitch felt torn between love and duty.  He searched Deborah’s eyes.  
“Answer it,” she said after the second ring.
He answered.  For nearly a minute he did not say anything.  “Okay…Can you tell me what it is?  It’s happening right now…I’ll be there.” Mitch frowned and turned to Deborah.  “This isn’t happening the way I planned it.”
She chuckled.  “Does it ever?  So what’s the emergency?”
Mitch shrugged.  “I don’t know.  It was Peter Estabrook.  He said that it was an extreme emergency involving national security.  Whatever's going on has to be huge.  Estabrook sounded…scared.”
“Huh.  That’s not reassuring.”
Deborah’s cell phone rang, and she answered.  After thirty seconds she hung up.  “Well, it looks like whatever this emergency is, I’m involved too.”
“Let’s go to the base.  I’ll drive.”   He put the diamond ring back in his pocket.  It would have to wait.  
After putting on their uniforms, Mitch and Deborah hardly spoke on the drive to the naval base.  Estabrook had not given much detail on the phone, which meant the situation was grave.  
He put on a news station.  The governor of California was giving a speech on his plan to fix California’s economy.  
As they pulled into the base, he asked Deborah, “Are you ready for this?”
“I certainly hope so.”

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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

10% Happier by Dan Harris Book Tour

 10% Happier takes readers on a ride from the outer reaches of neuroscience to the inner sanctum of network news to the bizarre fringes of America's spiritual scene, and leaves them with a takeaway that could actually change their lives.

After having a nationally televised panic attack on Good Morning America, Dan Harris knew he had to make some changes. A lifelong nonbeliever, he found himself on a bizarre adventure, involving a disgraced pastor, a mysterious self-help guru, and a gaggle of brain scientists. Eventually, Harris realized that the source of his problems was the very thing he always thought was his greatest asset: the incessant, insatiable voice in his head, which had both propelled him through the ranks of a hyper-competitive business and also led him to make the profoundly stupid decisions that provoked his on-air freak-out.

We all have a voice in our head. It's what has us losing our temper unnecessarily, checking our email compulsively, eating when we're not hungry, and fixating on the past and the future at the expense of the present. Most of us would assume we're stuck with this voice --- that there's nothing we can do to rein it in --- but Harris stumbled upon an effective way to do just that. It's a far cry from the miracle cures peddled by the self-help swamis he met; instead, it's something he always assumed to be either impossible or useless: meditation. After learning about research that suggests meditation can do everything from lower your blood pressure to essentially rewire your brain, Harris took a deep dive into the underreported world of CEOs, scientists, and even marines who are now using it for increased calm, focus, and happiness.

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Dan Harris is the coanchor of Nightline and the weekend editions of Good Morning America. He regularly reports for 20/20, World News with Diane Sawyer, and the weekday editions of Good Morning America. Before joining ABC News fourteen years ago, he worked for local news outlets in Boston and Maine. He lives with his wife, Bianca, in New York City. This is his first book.

Cassandra's review- The humor is good and the writing style is excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed thinking everything over again a few times at some parts of this book. I like that by incorporating meditation and a fabulously honest journey into this ingenious work was a great asset and I would highly recommend taking a couple of hours to not only read this book, but think on it as well.

I received a complimentary book for review. 

Summer On The Short Bus book blast for Bethany Crandell!

Release Date: April 1, 2014
Publisher: Running Press Kids

Spoiled, Versace-clad Cricket Montgomery has seventeen years of pampering under her belt. So when her father decides to ship her off to a summer camp for disabled teens to help her learn some accountability, Cricket resigns herself to three weeks of handicapped hell.

Her sentence takes a bearable turn as she discovers the humor and likeability of the campers and grows close to fellow counselors. Now, if she can just convince a certain Zac Efron look-alike with amazing blue eyes that she finally realizes there's life after Gucci, this summer could turn out to be the best she's ever had.

Summer on the Short Bus is a very non-P.C., contemporary YA with a lot of attitude, tons of laughs, and a little life lesson along the way.

"Crandell creates a wonderful and relatable protagonist with Cricket but even better than that, she surrounds her with equally relatable, flawed, and real characters...This book is an absolute winner!" – Feathered Quill Book Reviews

“A novel oozing with heart and humanity.” - Ken Baker, E! News correspondent and author of Fangirl and How I Got Skinny, Famous and Fell Madly in Love

“A hilarious and heartwarming ride.” – Jennifer Salvato Doktorski, author of How My Summer Went Up in Flames and Famous Last Words


Bethany lives in San Diego with her husband, two kiddos (one of whom is differently-abled), and a chocolate lab who has no regard for personal space. She believes that prayer solves problems and that Jake Ryan is going to show up at her door any minute now…. She is represented by Rachael Dugas of Talcott Notch Literary Services.

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Red the Were Hunter Farielle Series Book One Rebekah Ganiere Cover Reveal

Red the Were Hunter

Farielle Series

Book One 

Rebekah Ganiere

Fantasy Romance/ Paranormal Romance

What if you were the key to an ancient prophecy that would begin to heal your lands,
but fulfilling your destiny meant you had to turn your back on everything you’d been taught to believe in?

Redlynn of Volkzene, member of the Sisterhood of Red, is heartbroken to discover another girl kidnapped and her best friend slain by werewolves. Defying the head of her order, she sets out to kill the beast she believes responsible. The King of the Weres– But there are worse things in WolvenglenForest than the wolves.

Adrian, reluctant heir to the throne of Wolvenglen, and his band of wolf brothers are bound to protect the humans; especially the Sisterhood. Finding Redlynn unconscious in his woods, awakens in him a passion he’s never before experienced and a protective instinct that has him ready to turn on his own men. Problem is, a female is the last thing Adrian needs complicating his life.

But all is not as it seems in Wolvenglen Forest and to save the missing girls before time runs out, Redlynn and Adrian must move past their inner demons and learn to trust each other. Perhaps finding the happiness they both so desperately desire.

Rebekah grew up on both the east and west coasts and currently lives in the 

Los Angeles area. From the Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to The Stand by 

Stephen King, Rebekah immersed herself in other people's made up worlds. She 

began writing in junior high and then found she liked pretending to be other 

people's characters in high school. Lettering in drama she went on to study theater 

in college as well. After college she continued acting till becoming a mom. 

Ultimately, she ended up going back to writing her characters down instead of 

acting them out, so she could stay at home with her kids. 

Rebekah is a member of Romance Writers of America and is a board member of 

both the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal and her local Los Angeles chapters. 

When she isn't spending time telling the lives of the characters constantly 

chattering inside her head, you can find her with her husband and four children; 

reading comic books, gaming, at the movies or taking care of the menagerie of 

pets. A dog, a rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. Wonder woman, the 

escaped snake, has yet to be located.

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Unfinished Business Book Blast and Giveaway


UB1 BT 3d front coverAn Angela Panther Novel

Stay at home mom Angela Panther is living the good life. Happily married with two kids, a house in the suburbs and, a fantabulous best friend, she's got it all. But hours after Angela's mother dies, her ghost pops in for a visit, leaving the door to the other side wide open. Suddenly Angela's life is jam-packed with ghosts - ghosts that need her help. Now Angela must find a way to balance the needs of the living along with the unfinished business of the dead, all while keeping her mother's ghost in line. Hilarious and bittersweet, Unfinished Business tackles the emotional ups and downs of the relationships between mothers and daughters and the desperate desire for that one last chance to tell someone we've lost how we feel.

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Purchase Book 2 Unbreakable Bonds (An Angela Panther Novel) Editorial Reviews "It definitely touched a chord with anyone who has ever lost a loved one. The writing was strong and the dialogue -- which many people simply cannot write -- was terrific." - Christie Giraud, editor, "What a fantastic read! I couldn't put it down! I had to keep reading just to see what twist life was going throw out at Angela next!" - Chicklit Plus "The author has a great sense of humor, even about death, but when the story called for it, she was reverent and empathetic in the way her characters handled each other." - Caroline Fardig, Bestselling Author "This story captures how a real housewife would likely feel if her dead mother popped up and became a regular part of her life. Angela does her best to muddle through with life throwing her curveballs. There are plenty of moments of laugh-out-loud absurdity and interesting ghost trivia to entertain readers." - Sarka-Jonae Miller, Amazon Bestselling Author of Between Boyfriends

Carolyn Ridder Aspenson Bio

carolynAmazon and Barnes & Noble best selling author Carolyn Ridder Aspenson left her career in the health insurance industry to be a stay at home mom to her two daughters and son. When not carting them to and from whatever was on their busy schedule, Carolyn spent her time writing for various websites about things that interested her—raising kids and the insanity it created, ABC soap operas and fitness. Soon Carolyn's writing expanded into freelance works for small companies, newspapers, print and online magazines. An avid fitness buff, Carolyn currently now writes a monthly health and fitness column for Northside Woman Magazine as well as regular weekly news articles for various Atlanta area media outlets including the Forsyth Herald, the Milton Herald, the Revue and News, and the Johns Creek Herald and features for Countyline Magazine. She is the Amazon and Barnes & Noble best selling author of Unfinished Business; An Angela Panther Novel, Unbreakable Bonds; An Angela Panther Novel, both published through Booktrope, the novella Santa's Gift, a Cumming Christmas Novella and The Quick Start Weight Loss Program. A native of Indiana, for over eighteen years Carolyn called the northwest Chicago suburbs home. When not writing Carolyn likes to read, exercise and spend time with her family and pets. She resides in the Atlanta area with her husband, three kids, two dogs and cat and the slightly more than occasional foster dog.
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Monday, April 21, 2014

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Gardener of Urban (A.L.L. Review)
Mister Landscaper (A.L.L. Review)
Global Gardening Friends (A.L.L. Review)
Zero Soil Garden (A.L.L. Review)
Best Drying Rack (A.L.L. Review)
Xlear (A.L.L. Review)
The Birdhouse Chick (A.L.L. Review)
Brighton's Mountain Books (A.L.L. Review)

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National Administrative Professionals Day on April 23, Staples conducted their third annual survey Here are the results.

In honor of National Administrative Professionals Day on April 23, Staples conducted their third annual survey. The survey asked both non-admin and admin workers to reveal the truth about happiness in the workplace and, as it turns out, the majority of admins are happier than their bosses. For more information, a full press release can be viewed hereand we’ve included highlights from the survey below.

Survey Highlights

· The majority of workers have no preference when it comes to the gender of their boss (70.3%)

· When asked about the gender of their admins, more respondents said theyprefer a female admin (43.7%) to male (11.3%).

· Employees divulged that their admins do much more than just office assistance, with 40.9% of respondents saying their admin has had to act as an HR director and just under half (49.6%) say they have played the role of an accountant.

· Other admin responsibilities have been: therapist (33.6%), childcare (25%),petsitting (19%), taxi driver (21.1%) personal chef (18.2%) and matchmaker (9.4%).

· They survey revealed that admins are happier than their bosses (60.6% vs. 18.4%).

· Most of the respondents said the admin boosts employee morale and is a better team player (59.2%) than the boss.

· Just under half (45.7%) of survey-takers described their boss’ technology skills as “average”, “bad”, or “horrible”.

· Ellen Degeneres was the talk show host nearly half (48.4%) of respondents wanted to be an assistant to with Jimmy Fallon and Jimmy Kimmel coming in close behind.

· Pam Halpert of The Office won as this year’s favorite fictional admin with 32.1% of respondents choosing her and Andrea Sachs from The Devil Wears Prada was close behind with 28.3%.

I was not compensated for this post but will hopefully be posting product reviews from staples in the future.

Cheryl Lee MD, Sensitive Skin Care product Review and Giveaway

Cheryl Lee MD Sensitive Skin Care

CherylLeeMD products are truly one-of-a-kind:
The only technology in the world to address all five problems of the abnormal skin barrier:
Deficient lipid production
Abnormal pH
Abnormal growth of bacteria like Staph. aureus
Chemical sensitivities and Allergies
Sensitive Skincare Products for the Whole Body
We bring soothing relief to skin conditions like eczema, aging, dry skin, itching skin, acne, rosacea, diaper rash, minor cuts, scrapes, burns & more!
Cheryl Lee Eberting, M.D. - Inventor and Creator of TrueLipids® Formulation

Cheryl Lee Eberting, M.D. Board Certified Dermatologist & Mom Fellow, National Cancer Institute, National Institutes of Health Inventor of TrueLipids®

This is the product that came for me to try. I love that is was packaged well in a cardboard box. instead of the envelopes that usually break open  during shipping.

TrueLipids® Eczema Experts™ Anti-Itch 1% Hydrocortisone Barrier Cream was especially formulated for skin irritations such as itchy skin, inflammation and rashes. This cream is often used in conjunction with theTrueLipids® Relieve & Protect Ointment. The Hydrocortisone cream is used to help treat:
Atopic Dermatitis Dyshidrosis
Irritant Dermatitis Nummular Dermatitis
Eyelid Dermatitis Allergic Contact Dermatitis
Hand Dermatitis Itchy Dry Skin

ACTIVE INGREDIENT: Hydrocortisone 1%

INACTIVE INGREDIENTS: Water, Caprylic/Capric Triglyceride (Coconut), Petrolatum, Neopentyl Glycol Diheptanoate, Polyglyceryl - 10 Pentastearate, Behenyl Alcohol, Sodium Stearoyl Lactylate, Glyceryl Stearate, Isostearyl Isostearate, Glycerin, Cetyl Alcohol, 1,3 Propanediol (from Corn), C 10-C30 Cholesterol/ Lanosterol Esters, Ceramid e 3 , Phytosphingosine, Candelilla Wax, Glycyrrhetinic Acid, Niacinamide, 1 ,2 Hexanediol, Caprylyl Glycol, Xanthan Gum, Disodium EDTA , m ay contain Gluconolactone
TrueLipids® Relieve & Protect Ointment works at the source of dry, cracked skin by providing a patent-pending blend of essential skin lipids. This ointment relieves and protects dry, itchy, chapped, cracked, wind-burned and irritated skin, and it is effective for all ages and skin types. The TrueLipids® ointment helps to treat:
Eczema Dyshidrosis Xerosis
Diaper Rash Nummular Dermatitis Ichthyiosis
Cuts, Scrapes or Burns Severe Dry Skin
Atopic Dermatitis Allergic Contact Dermatitis
Irritant Dermatitis Itchy Dry Skin
Hand Dermatitis Psoriasi

ACTIVE INGREDIENT: White Petrolatum 50%

INACTIVE INGREDIENTS: Caprylic/Capric Triglyceride (Coconut), Coco-Caprylate (Coconut), Microcrystaline Wax,Paraffin, Euphorbia Cerifera(Candelilla) Wax, C10-30 Cholesterol/Lanosterol Esters, Ceramide 3, Phytosphingosine, Isostearyl Isostearate, Glycyrrhetinic Acid (Licorice Root)

TrueLipids® TrueLips™ Lip Balm was formulated to treat even the driest of lips without the "addictive" effects that occur with many other lip products. This balm is the very best product available for providing soothing relief for chapped, cracked, dry or peeling lips.

ACTIVE INGREDIENT: White Petrolatum 50%

INACTIVE INGREDIENTS: Caprylic/Capric Triglyceride (Coconut), Coco-Caprylate (Coconut), Microcrystalline Wax, Paraffin Wax, Euphorbia Cerifera (Candelilla) Wax, C10-30 Cholesterol/Lanosterol Esters, Ceramide 3, Phytosphingosine, Isostearyl Isostearate, Glycyrrhetinic Acid (Licorice Root)

 Here is the before and after shots of using the product  the pictures on the left are before and on the right after.

I love the feel and creaminess that the product has. The lip balm is extremely effective and I love how it glides on and stays moist for a long time and it also does not have a specific taste. The dry skin cream is my favorite so far. I noticed the Cheryl Lee MD site has other great products to try and I would love to. I think your family is going to enjoy using these products because they work fast and are of an excellent quality.  

I received complimentary products.

The giveaway:

· 3 products of their choice (up to a $150 value)
· If you decide to buy the product and then win the giveaway, they will refund your money.

Origin Studio Wallet Giveaway

The Go Mamas Welcomes you to the 
Origin Studio Wallet Giveaway

The GO Mamas have a wonderful, exciting opportunity with Origin Studios, just for our blog, they are giving away 2 wallets per week, for 5 weeks to our readers! WOOT WOOT!

That means that you get to try 5 times to win 2 awesomely designed ecofriendly wallets of your choice!

The winner would choose 2 designs of their choice, of the 5 styles available.

Hosted by: The Go Mamas
Sponsored by: Origin Studio Wallets

A special thank you goes out to our Sponsor and Co-Hosts. 
Please kindly visit their pages above.

 We at Green Organic Mamas support the handmade and small business community, and promote the importance of buying handmade goods. We hope you will also!
Giveaway Details:

Open to US residents
Giveaway (Week 1): 4/21/14 - 4/28/14)

The winner would choose 2 designs of their choice, of the 5 styles available. 

Click the link below for your opportunity to win TWO (2) Origin Studio Wallets
Enter the giveaway on the form below

Remember that ALL entries are optional and each entry only increases your chance of winning. You are under no obligation to enter this giveaway.

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