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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from Breaking the Silence


Book Excerpt

From the age of two, I took on the identity as the “black sheep”. Soon everyone began to see me that way. I began to act like the “black sheep” too. The trauma I was enduring made me feel like I was crazy. That is how I know about the seduction of negativity. It has a way of compounding to the point of destruction. Unfortunately, I was led on that path for many years before God reintroduced Himself to me. My family had begun to label me as “anxious,” “moody,” and “withdrawn” when I was eight years old.

“Well, there’s my little worry wart!” my father said as he walked past me sitting at the kitchen table in the farmhouse. I felt the familiar veil of shame engulf me. “Worry wart” had become one of my nicknames. I was always worrying about something. There was something horribly wrong with me.

Dad grabbed food out of the refrigerator and sat down at the table. “It’s really nice out. Why don’t you go outside and play?”

“I don’t feel like it,” I said.

“Then go play a game. Keep your mind busy!”

I went to the living room to find a game. I knew I was moping, but I didn’t care. As I was sorting through the games, I heard my mother enter the kitchen.

“Is Joanie outside?” she asked.

“No. She’s looking for a game,” my father answered.

“I wish she would socialize more. She always sticks to herself,” my mother said.

“I know. She worries too much. We have to start pushing her to be more outgoing,” he replied.

As I listened, I thought about how I was happiest when I was alone. I knew no one would hurt me if I was alone. I decided that was how I was always going to be. I had already begun to think of myself as different from other people because of what was happening to me. I had convinced myself I was unlike everyone else and I had to “stick to myself”. Not only to avoid being hurt, but also because I was “damaged goods”. My life was a winding road. I was shown the negative in order to greatly appreciate the positive once I chose to embrace it. That is how the seed of insanity began to wind itself into my mind. My parents didn’t understand. How would anyone ever understand me?


                                                                                                Life Lesson

                              Feeling completely alone with noone to understand is one of the worst feelings in the world. Luckily,

                                                             when I came to know God, I knew I had never been alone.

About the Book

Breaking-500Title: Breaking the Silence

Author: Diamante Lavendar

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Based on a true story, a new novel from Diamante Lavendar. Joan Eastman was born like any other girl. However her life would prove to be a life of great pain… Growing up, she was treated differently by family members, powerless to defend herself against their sexual and psychological abuse. Feeling she had been dealt a wicked hand by the “powers that be”, she spiraled into substance abuse and troubled relationships. She became a victim of addiction and self-hatred. Not giving up, she becomes aware of a greater spiritual being that protects her and she begins to heal. Then she finds herself pregnant. She learns to understand nothing is hopeless; that with a changed view and self discovery, there is real hope in every situation, no matter how difficult. As she and her husband look forward to the birth of their child, she writes in her diary as a way of expelling all of the evil memories. On bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy, she endures tests and tribulations that at first she couldn’t begin to understand. But no matter how high the hurdles in Joan’s life are, she doesn’t look back, and pulls the pieces of her life together…for herself and her unborn child. This inspirational story speaks of Joan’s gradual self acceptance and healing of her body, mind and spirit. It speaks of the possibilities of the future and the fulfillment of the dream of love and family. And it speaks of jumping the hurdles in life without looking back, no matter how high those hurdles may be

Author Bio

Diamante Lavendar has been in love with reading since she was a child. She spent many hours listening to her mother read to her when she was young. As she grew older, she enjoyed reading novels of all genres: horror, fantasy and some romance to name a few.

She began writing in college and published some poetry in anthologies over the years. After her kids were older, she wrote as a form of self expression and decided she wanted to share her stories with others.

Most of her writing is very personal and stems from her own experiences and those of her family and friends. She writes to encourage hope and possibility to those who read her stories.

Diamante believes that everyone should try to leave their own positive mark in the world, to make it a better place for all. Writing is the way that she is attempting to leave her mark—one story at a time.



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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from After Her


Book Excerpt

The moment Sasha sits at the table, I know what to expect.

She eats in silence, stabbing a green bean with her fork. Her predatory focus shifts to me. Every muscle in my body tightens like strings of a wound violin. This damn conversation is going to happen whether I like or not.

“There is reason why you’re still single,” she finally speaks, releasing the pressure bubbling in the air. I don’t acknowledge her. She knows exactly why. Looking her in the eye after an announcement like that might ignite fire. We’re combustible like that. She the oil.

I the flame. And I don’t use this metaphor lightly. At times, Sasha is a first-class bitch with some serious boundary issues, completely inept at noticing basic social cues so she never knows when to shut up. Nevertheless, I love her like a sister. No one brings out the worst of me better than Sasha Hawthorne—queen of awkward conversations.

If we were alone, I’d make a scene. The walls of this fine establishment would fall apart, bracing for the impact of my incendiary fury. Sasha also knows this. At least she should by now. Best friends are supposed to be in tune, like two planets rotating on the same axis. She once that joked we were twins separated at birth—four arms, twenty toes on the same body with a single faulty brain to share.

She’s not ignorant about my inner workings. She knows me better than most. She is a mental engineer, able to uncork my skull for easy access to my brain. If this were the literal sense, she’d see an image of me asphyxiating her for casually bringing up the matter of my love life in the middle of a crowded fucking restaurant!

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me what that reason is,” I mutter before slipping a crouton into my mouth as Sasha swigs her green tea.

I watch her fiddle, fumble through the peas on her plate, gathering them all into a neat pile atop her half-eaten steak. One of her many obsessive-compulsive tendencies. She’s so easy to read, like so many others. I can usually take one look at any random person and guess what their neurosis is.

I am thoroughly convinced that everyone has at least one, including me. Two years of college as psychology major has granted me with a radar to detect this kind of stuff. Some say that it’s me being a stereotypical Virgo—meticulously analytical. I like to treat it as a morbid inside joke that only I know the punch line to. Sasha has no idea why I giggle as she continues treating her food like Lego blocks.

“Your standards are way too high,” she adds. “It’s like you expect a Prince William and you are setting yourself up for disappointment. I mean—you know I love you Cassandra, but let’s face it, you’re no Kate Middleton.”

My cheeks flame with heat. If she were anyone else, I would leave her sitting stupid in the restaurant with the bill. Even though Sasha has a way of pushing me harder than anyone else, I can’t deny that she may have a point.

I’m the kind of pathetic soul you’d see alone on a Saturday night, saving a seat for no one at the movie theater and waiting for no one at the bar while nursing a non-alcoholic hot toddy. The reason being, I think, is that I’m an only child.

Vygotsky would say that I’m the perfect personification of everything that can go wrong in an only kid—minor anti-social tendencies and a sense of undeserving self-entitlement with a smartass mouth. This, I’m sure, alienates most people in general, especially men.

I sigh, choosing to concede. “Thanks a lot, Sas, but I am well aware that I’m not Kate Middleton. Kate Middleton isn’t some broke ass college student working for tips at a job she hates. Speaking of which, I didn’t plan to spend my lunch break being lectured by you. If I want to be criticized, I’ll call my mother.”

As I reach for the receipt lying on the tabletop between us, Sasha grabs my hand and shakes her head.

“It’s my turn to pay,” she says while whipping out her credit card. “And FYI, I wasn’t lecturing you.”

“Well, you weren’t complimenting me either.”

Sasha sighs then smiles that sad, placating smile that makes me feel shitty for snapping at her.

“I’m only looking out for you, Cassie,” she says. “I don’t want you to end up alone. It’s sophomore year and you haven’t had a real date since high school. Your mom isn’t here to nag you, so it’s my job by default.”

I smile back then chide myself for giving in because sometimes I’m a pathetic pushover and I hate myself for it. This, I think, is my neurosis. I, like a self-professed alcoholic at an AA meeting, am not ashamed to admit it.

“I don’t need a date,” I say then I glance at my cell phone to check the time and notice two missed calls. Not now, I think, before cramming the thing back into my pants pocket. Jesus Christ, not now…

“I need to get back to work before Frank notices that I tweaked my time card to steal an extra twenty minutes for lunch with you,” I say while gathering my dirtied dishes. “Some of us still have to work for a living, remember?”

“Ooh, what about Frank?” she remarks with an impish smile. “He’s an eligible bachelor. Kind of cute in that rugged, Chuck Norris kind of a way.”

I resist the urge to gag at the thought. “Frank? As my boss Frank?”

“Oh, don’t look so turned off,” she says. “I don’t see the problem.”

“He’s like thirty years older and smells like an ashtray,” I say. “The man chews tobacco, has been divorced twice and sneaks off to the bathroom at different intervals of the day to skim vintage Playboy magazines. Is that your version of an ideal man?”

Sasha remains unfazed with a look on her face that tells me she’s probably not fucking around. I roll my eyes and gather my plates to head for the trashcan. She goes into pursuit after me, cutting me off midstride. Before I push the trashcan door open, she swipes my plate from my hand and dumps it for me.

“Cass, I was only kidding,” she says. “Of course I want better for you than that.”

“Really? Because I’m starting to think you’re trying to sabotage me,” I say.

We turn back toward the table and across the crowded restaurant with her arm looped around mine. I refuse to humor her or this conversation any longer, but Sasha talks relentlessly, unaware that I’m no longer listening.

She grabs her backpack as I clear our table. Frank would kill me if he knew I’d sat down for lunch in the dining area with the customers. It’s best I get rid of all the evidence of our meal before he returns from his “smoke break.”

“You just wait,” Sasha continues. “I’m going to find someone for you test the limits of your untapped femininity with.”

I throw my hand over her mouth.

“Sasha,” I say. “If you love me as much as you say you do, you’ll leave and let me finish my work shift in peace.”

Sasha sighs, accepting defeat. I glare and finally she leaves. While cleaning the table of our lunch mess, I retrieve the receipt and discover a message written on the back. A message to Frank suggesting that he call me on my private cell.

“Fuck you, Sasha,” I mutter before crumbling the receipt in my fist. Boundaries aren’t the only things she has a problem respecting.

The rest of the afternoon is its usual routine. I bus the dirtied tables since our regular kitchen helpers called in sick. I also record and deliver the orders along with the only two servers on duty since Frank runs such a tight ship.

Skinflint Frank only ever allows three waitresses to work at a time, which means more work and longer hours for me. I can’t complain. I need the money. There’s no option for me to turn down overtime pay. No magic button to press to make all the bill collectors go away.

Three-fifty an hour plus tips is barely enough to cover tuition and rent, not to mention the bills of food, utilities and the occasional miscellaneous Saturday night barhop Sasha forces on me twice a month. Money, at this point, isn’t in superfluity, but I can’t imagine setting aside my pride long enough to call my mother and beg for money not after the big deal I’d made about moving out of her house.

All I ever see anytime I pick up the phone to call her, while resisting the urge to mention money, is that smug I-told-you-so look on her face scolding me for being so impulsive. I put her out of my mind with a reassured smile. I’d rather bus tables until my knuckles bleed than to crawl back home.

About The Book

After HerTitle: After Her

Author: Amber Kay

Genre: New Adult Suspense

Cassandra Tate wasn’t prepared for Vivian Lynch.

When Vivian offers to make Cassandra the sole beneficiary of her will, Cassandra’s only concern is what she’ll have to do (for this peculiar stranger) in return.

Nineteen-year-old Cassandra knows nothing about the seedy underbelly of the Orange Country high life. Born and bred within the most wholesome little city of Montana, Cassie escaped this stale monotony to California with nothing, but a few bucks in her pocket. This, she thought, was supposed to christen the start of a new life away from the emotional prison created by her helicopter mess of a mother.

As a college sophomore slaving for meager tips waitressing, Cassandra isn’t in the position to turn down easy money. At the rate she going, she’ll be up to her ass in debt until she’s sixty. Her skinflint boss isn’t willing to budge on a pay raise and there is no magic button to make bill collectors go away. When the contentious relationship with her estranged mother leaves her broke, she is forced to decide how desperate she truly is.

Vivian is planning her own funeral. Her days as “society’s queen” are numbered, leaving her to prepare for the inevitable the only way she knows how—closing bank accounts, arranging life insurance policies and assigning beneficiaries. She doesn’t have time to fall apart over “a silly little thing like cancer.” But this eccentric, aging socialite does not intend to die, not without tying up some loose ends first.

Cassandra’s life is at an impasse. Vivian’s life is coming to an end.

Vivian’s “generous” offer (of financial stability) to Cassandra comes with some strings attached. If Cassandra will agree to replace Vivian after the funeral, Cassandra will become an instant heiress worth billions. It’s an indecent proposal many college students would take without hesitation, but it’s not enough to simply step into the shoes of this enigmatic socialite. Cassandra must also marry Vivian’s husband.

It sounds simple enough…until Cassandra discovers that Vivian’s husband is a convicted murderer.

Author Bio

Amber has been writing for as long as she can remember. Yes, she knows how awful her fifth grade plays were, but she didn’t care as long as she had to the power to explore her imagination in the darkest ways possible. She grew up in the south where she ate a lot of BBQ and spent too much time reading.

Some would argue that she was an odd child (and an even odder adult) With her morbid sense of humor, Amber has aimed to be as true to her writing as she can by exploring the darker sides of humankind. She loves psychological thrillers and offbeat plots. Her characters might be unlikeable. Her plots might take disturbing twists and turns, but she tries (as always) to explore the most tragic parts of life with as much humor as possible.

Her favorite authors are Gillian Flynn, Liane Moriarty, Tana French and Laura Lippman. Her favorite movies are dark, suspenseful and (sometimes) romantic. Though she hates most romantic comedies, she absolutely loves (500) Days Of Summer, The Spectacular Now and The Fault In Our Stars.



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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from Lover, Divine


Book Excerpt

“Play something for me, Siobhan,” he requested between chapters.

I smiled and marked my place in the book. “Only if you play somethin’ for me as well.”

He nodded once, watching me closely. I slid off my bed and went to collect my violin from my practice room, which I accessed through the doors that connected all of my rooms together. After a bit of tuning, I returned to my bedroom. Apollo remained where he was–shirtless and beautiful, stretched across my bed with his arms folded behind his head. I shivered. He was the reason handsome men were sometimes referred to as Greek gods, though I was completely certain that no mortal man could ever look this magnificent.

Tucking my violin beneath my chin, I started to play and was immediately drawn into my own secret realm. It was like a new experience every time I played my violin. I became lost in the music, swept away by the melody, and forgot the rest of the world existed. Even in practice, I poured my entire soul into the pieces I played because, like love, I felt that true passion could never be put on hold. Music was me, and I was it. I couldn’t imagine my life without it.

With a final chord, I ended my piece.

Apollo didn’t applaud me, but his admiring smile was praise enough. “I’m looking forward to the day when that piece is finished.”

I blushed, realizing I should have known the god of Music would know an unfinished composition when he heard one. I wondered did he know I had written it for him.

“Your turn,” I said, setting my violin on the stand I kept in my bedroom.

“The only instrument I want to play now is you. Like my lyre, plucking all the right strings to make you sing.”

About The Book

Lover Divine eBook SMTitle: Lover, Divine (Mythos: Gods and Lovers #1)

Author: A. Star

Genre: Fantasy Romance

For fans of the Oracle of Delphi series…and for those who aren’t…

Born into one of the wealthiest families in Ireland, Siobhan Law has status, privilege, and a secret: The Greek gods of Olympus and their kingdom in the clouds are real, and her family acts as one of their agents on Earth.

When the beautiful immortal celeste Liam Argyros shows up claiming to have come to Earth to deal in the affairs of the divine, Siobhan finds herself unable to resist his charms. New to the game of passion and seduction, she quickly ends up in over her head, sinking deeper with every attempt Liam makes to win her over.

But Liam’s divine mission is far more complex than she ever imagined and nothing is truly as it seems. Because Liam has a secret of his own: He is Apollo, Olympian god of the Sun, and his mission will never be complete until he has claimed Siobhan’s heart forever.

WARNING: For readers 18+ only. Contains adult language and sexual situations.

Author Bio

A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She likes to read it, and she damn sure likes to write it. Her first adult romance/fantasy novella is called Invasion, an alien romance about sacrifice. Lover, Divine is the first release from the Mythos: Gods and Lovers series. Future releases under A. Star include, King, Desired (Mythos: Gods and Lovers #2), the Love & Steampunk series, the Purr, Inc. stories, and more.

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Book Tours: Book Excerpt Learning to Float


Book Excerpt

Excerpted from “You Got to Have Friends”

Ultimately, I found the strongest and most important strategy for learning to float was, and is, to have friends and to maintain social interactions. Isolation breeds loneliness and ultimately depression. Becoming mired in my own story to the exclusion of everyone else’s can result in an inability to function, in resenting what I perceive to be the cause of this situation—in my case, Deloris’s reduced capacities. Even though my contact was primarily through email and phone calls, I valued maintaining friendships and sought out opportunities for interaction with others.

About a year after returning home, Deloris started going to the local Senior Center three days a week. There she could develop new friendships and have her own social interactions. I scheduled lunches and walks with friends during these break in my caregiving responsibilities. These connections made me feel some normalcy was returning to my life. The inherent insular nature of life on South Whidbey–it was a small community on an island after all–encouraged the development of relationships with what Seattle based therapist Marv Thomas calls “familiar strangers.” These people, who appear in our lives on a somewhat regular basis either because of their relationships with others (think degrees of separation) or the roles they play in our lives (e.g., the cashier at the grocery store, the librarian, physical therapists, doctors) add another important layer of social dimension. It wasn’t that I had deep or personal connections with any of these people; I didn’t. Yet I would see them with some regularity, or perhaps interact with them with a cordiality that provided a type of comfort I enjoyed, and perhaps needed.

I moved from the East Coast to the Northwest because I did not want to live through any more cold, icy winters. Then in December of 2006, I returned from a business trip to Atlanta, where the weather was so cold a walk across the hotel parking lot was more than I could handle; what awaited me at home on Whidbey was even worse. The streets were slick with ice, frost covered the trees, and, most disturbing, the electricity was out. A major wind and ice storm had moved through the area, taking down power lines and plunging all of Whidbey Island, along with much of Seattle and surrounding areas, into unheated darkness. For almost five days, we had no heat, lights, or—since the pump is electric—running water. Deloris spent much of the time huddled under blankets, wearing a coat, hat, and gloves. I was only slightly more mobile. Since we had a gas stove, I was able to cook and make coffee. Some friends near Seattle had regained power several days later, and when I called, invited us to come and stay with them. When we arrived, they greeted us with hugs, warmth, and great food and wine.

About The Book

Learning to FloatTitle: Learning to Float

Author: Allan Ament

Genre: Memoir

Allan and Deloris Ament’s lives take a dramatic turn when Deloris suffers a debilitating stroke. No longer an equal partner in marriage, Allan becomes Deloris’s primary caregiver, responsible for maintaining their household and her well-being. Learning to Float describes Allan’s transformation from a criminal defense attorney to a compassionate, emotionally vulnerable caregiver. Drawing on contemporaneously written emails and private journal entries, Ament unflinchingly exposes his emotional, mental, and physical ups and downs, consistently focusing on the love, humor, and opportunities for personal and spiritual growth he experiences on this journey. Anyone with the possibility of becoming a caregiver for a loved one, now or in the future, will benefit from the insights Ament shares. Everyone will be buoyed by the love Allan and Deloris experience as they face their new normal.


Author Bio

final cover shotAfter successful careers as a criminal defense attorney, higher education administrator and instructor, and day spa manager, Allan Ament now enjoys retirement with his wife, an award-winning journalist and author, and their semi-neurotic cat (are there other kinds?) They live on an island in Puget Sound, north of Seattle, where, in addition to writing and being his wife’s primary caregiver, Ament serves as board chair for the Northwest Institute of Literary Arts (nila.edu).  His work has previously appeared in academic, professional, and literary journals, and is included in an upcoming anthology, Being: What Makes a Man. Learning to Float is his first book-length work.


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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from Telemachus & Homer


Book Excerpt

By the time that Telemachus was nineteen, he had had enough of Homer’s attempts to

help him to get in touch with his feelings. He was living his loneliness, and he did not see any value in brooding over it as Homer wanted him to do. Consequently, he spent longer times in a state of silence that was loud and clear to Homer.

However, even in silence, Telemachus could not hide his discomfort. During these times, Homer heard Telemachus’ breathing rate change as she asked questions that made him feel ill at ease, and she could smell the sweat that accumulated on his brow. Finally, Homer stopped

following him to the shoreline.

          Telemachus had been Homer’s only true friend. He was the only person who did not ever question why she spent so many hours studying, and he never asked her how she could learn so much even though she was blind. She always wanted people to treat her as Homer, and not the blind girl. In receiving the cold shoulder from Telemachus, her wish came true, and it hurt.

By contrast, Telemachus had mixed emotions about not having Homer as a companion. He missed the company, but he also felt relieved that no one forced him to confront his feelings. Homer had been the only one in all of Ithaca to press him on these issues. Even Telemachus’ own mother did not press him. He wondered whether Homer was the only one who could not appreciate that her questions were inappropriate to ask the son of Odysseus, or whether she was

the only one who cared enough to ask the questions that despite his unease and desire not to hear, needed to be asked.

In the first few days after Homer stopped shadowing Telemachus, Homer sulked and Telemachus became even more introverted. But Homer was too determined to make something of herself to allow her rift with Telemachus to bring her down. Accordingly, whereas Telemachus remained focused on waiting for news of his father, Homer threw herself into her interests, and she increased the intensity of her training in the medicinal arts. She also spent her free time, the time that she had previously spent with Telemachus, interviewing travelers and veterans of the Trojan War. Quickly, she became Ithaca’s most worldly citizen, despite never having left its shores.

About the Book

21233098Title: Telemachus and Homer

Author: Scott Locke

Genre: YA Fantasy

For every boy who grew up in his father’s shadow and every girl who has been underestimated, there comes a time to look within themselves to see if they have the strength to meet the challenges of the lives.  For Telemachus this time arrives soon after Odysseus returns from his twenty year absence, when Telemachus comes to appreciate that his own life needs to be about more than waiting for his father to guide him.  On the verge of embarking on an adventure, he learns that his community has been threatened and realizes that he does not know how to help.  Swallowing his pride, he recognizes that Homer, a young blind woman is a necessary ally.  Homer, like Telemachus has something to prove, for although she is respected for her knowledge, she feels unfairly defined by her community.  Together, as the people of Ithaca’s last hope, they begin their quest.

Author Bio

Scott Locke is a graduate of Brown University with a concentration in biology and of the University of Pennsylvania School of Law, where he earned his J.D.  Scott has published many articles on various aspects of intellectual property.  Telemachus and Homer is Scott’s first publication of fiction.


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Book Tours: Book Excerpt I Woof You From The Bottom of my Heart


Book Excerpt


From the moment we first met,

I knew my life would never be the same, My name is Bella and you are sweet Sophia. We will be best friends forever.

About The Book

iwoofyoucoverTitle: I Woof You From the Bottom of my Heart

Author: Kathy Vassilakis

Genre: Children’s Book

The idea to write this book came from my daughter and my dog. This book was written to show children how special a bond and friendship they can have with their dog. Dog’s are wonderful pets and love us unconditionally. They will protect and love us no matter what. Children deserve to learn that at a very young age and grow to love all animals. Compassion for animals is intimately connected with goodness of character

Author Bio

Personal Biography of Kathy Vassilakis

DSC00552Kathy Vassilakis used to work in the corporate world. She majored in accounting from Brooklyn College and followed her dream to work in corporate accounting for 15 years until she became a mom.

Being a mom was her dream all along and she left accounting to raise her beautiful daughter Sophia. She’s been writing stories for her daughter for quiet some time and decided to write her first children’s book of many to come I Woof You From The Bottom Of My Heart.

The idea to write this book came from my daughter and my dog. This book was written to show children how special a bond and friendship they can have with their dog. Dog’s are wonderful pets and love us unconditionally. They will protect and love us no matter what. Children deserve to learn that at a very young age and grow to love all animals. Compassion for animals is intimately connected with goodness of character.

Growing Up

I grew up in Brooklyn NY. I was the second child out of two. I have one sister named Joanne and always had animals. We had many dogs throughout my childhood from Pomeranians to Chows. I also had ducks, roosters, chickens, bunnies and many more animals. I was and still am a huge animal lover.

My love of books started when my mother used to read wonderful stories to my sister and me every night. She always tried to teach us both languages Greek and English. My parents were born and raised in Greece so Greek was their first language. Most of the stories she read to us were in Greek but that started my love for reading and writing. I learned both languages and am now fluent in writing and reading Greek which I am very proud of.


I’ve been married now for five years and have one beautiful daughter. My daughter Sophia is 17 months old and she is my whole world. I also have a Japanese Chin named Bella. My husband, Greg, has always supported and believed in me, and my family will always be my inspiration.

Creating I Woof You From The Bottom Of My Heart

I have spent twenty years writing stories and brainstorming ideas for children’s books with my family. I came up with the characters Sophia and Bella after my own family. I was inspired by my daughter and the relationship she has with Bella and created I Woof You From The Bottom Of My Heart to teach children ho special a bond they can have with their dogs.

Compassion for animals is greatly connected to goodness of character this is the motto of the book. All animals deserve to be loved, respected, and treated right.

After a lot of hard work and many sleepless nights, I was finally able to publish my first book: I Woof You From The Bottom Of My Heart. To me, finally seeing my book in print and being able to share it with the public has made all the late nights and long hours worthwhile.







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Book Tours: Book Excerpt The Kiss of a Rose


Book Excerpt

The scent of roses filled the air. Stephen frowned. Something seemed off. One moment Senator Hampton was yammering on about taxing the peasants, and the next moment Stephen found himself standing at an altar in a small wooden church decorated for a wedding.

         He looked around. The pews were filled with strangers dressed in clothes that belonged in an old Western movie. A cool breeze blew in from the open windows. He could see horses tied to a post outside and an old buggy. Red and white roses were attached to the end of each pew and mixed flowers draped along the windowsills.

In spite of the breeze, the church was warm. A drop of sweat slid down his forehead. He reached for the buttons of his shirt collar, only to find hooks. His shirt clung to his body, stiff with starch. He quickly glanced down. The coat he wore hung to his knees. His fingers played with the ends of a bow tie. A pain in his toes drew his attention downward. His feet and legs were encased in knee-high leather boots. He shifted his position to ease the pressure on his toes.

         A man started speaking and Stephen turned his head to see who it was.

         An odd little man stood close to him, holding a book. Stephen wrinkled his forehead—the man looked like a minister. Soft fingers touched his hands and gently pulled his arms. He turned to look directly in front of him. A woman dressed in an old- fashioned, cream-colored dress held his hands. A heavy veil covered her hair and face.

The minister stopped speaking and the woman released Stephen’s right hand, taking his left hand in both of hers. She carefully slipped a small gold band on his ring finger.

         “By the power invested in me by the state of Idaho,” the man said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”


         “It’s okay, son,” the man told him. “Every new bridegroom is nervous. Go ahead and kiss your lovely bride.”

         Stephen’s eyes went wide. He didn’t have a bride. He glanced around the room. All the wedding guest stared back at him. A shiver ran down his spine. He turned to his supposed bride and wondered what to do next. Curiosity won out in the end, and he reached for the edges of the veil, lifted it over the woman’s face. His breath caught. He stared into a pair of captivating green eyes. Long, honey-colored hair framed the woman’s angelic face.

He tried to speak but found he couldn’t utter a sound. His breathing became labored. The scent of roses was so overwhelming he thought he’d choke. With great effort he whispered, “Who are you?”

About The Book

Kiss of a Rose_cover (2)Title: The Kiss of a Rose

Author: Augustina Van Hoven

Genre: Paranormal Romance


In 1882, Rose Van Buren loved the wrong man and paid for it with her life. Now, more than a century later, the angel Gabriel has granted her another shot at living. In exchange, she must convince a smart, handsome, up-and-coming lawyer to set aside his lofty ambitions.


Stephen Winship is headed straight for the governor’s chair. He has a brilliant career, solid allies, and a seemingly perfect girlfriend. But night after night he finds himself dreaming of a heavenly beauty, a luminous but long-dead girl. Like some altered Ghost of Christmas Past, she shows him her own tragic tale in order to “save him.” And he’s beginning to see Rose is risking her heart as much as baring her soul. Yet falling for her will cost him everything—and open him up to a happiness he never imagined.


Author Bio

Tina smallAugustina Van Hoven resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two dogs and three cats.   She is an avid reader of romance, science fiction and fantasy.  When she’s not writing she likes to work in her garden or in the winter months crochet and knit on her knitting machines.




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