My One Word for 2014 #Health #OneWord365

OneWordHealth2014This will be my first year choosing One Word for the year of 2014. This idea of One Word was inspired to me by Teressa of Window on the World, who in turn was inspired a few years ago by Melanie at Only a Breath.  Melanie is offering a blog button template (see mine to the left who chose One Word to ‘reflect’ on for the upcoming year.  Melanie, (gasp for breath) was inspired by Alece at OneWord365 The goal is to brainstorm a single word, or ‘theme.’     As Alece puts it on her website:

Forget New Year’s Resolutions/ Scrap that long list of goals you won’t remember three weeks from now anyway. Choose just one word. One word that sums up who you want to be or how you want to live.  One word that you can focus on every day, all year long. It will take intentionality and commitment, but if you let it, your one word will shape not only your your, but also you.  It will become the compass that directs your decisions and guides your steps. Discover the big impact one word can make. One word. 365 days. A changed life.

So, the big question….why did I pick Health as my One Word for 2014? Well, 2013 was not the greatest year for me health wise and and every aspect of my life suffered from it.  That’s not fair to them and certainly not fair me.  And my health has been getting worse over the last few years.  After becoming pretty ill at the end of 2013 and ringing in the New Year from a hospital bed, I decided I needed to focus on my health.  For so many reasons more than me. Health is defined in the by the Merriam Webster dictionary as the condition of being well or free from disease. I am very behind on posting on my blog, but I have been striving towards towards health since I cleared by the doctor.  It’s different this time than other times I said I was going to strive for health. I need my health to be successful at life, and I realize that now.  I have a gym membership, am working with a personal trainer, who is also having me keep a food diary (which he reviews).  I found a great a great counselor to help with the emotional and spiritual part of my body and make me healthier their. I’ll keep you updated with my progress with my #lifetimejourneyforhelf #selflove #weightloss #musclegain #changeforlife #iwillbehappy Sorry those are all more than one word, but they have been the hashtags I have been using!

Legacy of a Dreamer Book Tour and My Review

Legacy of a Dreamer

Author:  Allie Jean

Genre: Young Adult

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Chantal Breelan is a ward of the state, living under the care of a woman who is cold and heartless. Her past is a mystery, and her future is even more uncertain. She can’t recall why she had been taken from her parents and so she’s left with nothing but an empty hole where her childhood should have been. When she awakens from her nightmares, she’s left with terrible, violent images, as well as a boy whose face is oddly familiar, yet can’t be placed.

Scared and alone, Chantal begins to confide in an imaginary friend – a shadow in the shape of a man who stands in the corner of her room. She is comforted when she believes he listens to her.

On her eighteenth birthday, Chantal is forced to leave her foster home. She moves to New York City, but the start of her new life doesn’t begin as smoothly as she’d hoped. In this environment, she faces a whole new set of challenges.

One night at a subway station, Chantal meets a young boy who runs away from her, and she’s compelled to follow him down into the tunnels. But this Rabbit Hole reveals a world where reality is a nightmare. Her dreams are clues to her future, and her life becomes twisted and dangerous when she learns that things that go bump in the night are not just in fairy tales and childhood stories.

About the Author:

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Allie Jean was born with an overactive imagination. She spent her childhood inventing stories and telling tales. Her mind never shut down, even while she slept. Vivid dreams containing extensive, elaborate plot lines of good overcoming evil villains captured her nightly visions, lingering into her waking hours and filling the pages of her well-loved bounded diaries. She was encouraged by her parents, even at a young age, to write down her tales, and it has remained a somewhat secret hobby. As a busy wife, mother and critical care nurse, Allie’s love of storytelling has been reborn through the adventures of her unforgettable characters. 

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Twitter: @AllieJeanDS

Excerpt from Legacy of a Dreamer

She had to be crazy to venture down here, she thought, chastising herself for the umpteenth time. What if a train came barreling down the tracks?

If nothing else, he needed help. If he happened to be homeless, maybe she could take him to a local shelter. He’d probably run from the system before she knew quite a few kids who’d done the same thing but she couldn’t leave him alone here.

“You know, you shouldn’t be down here. You could get hurt.”

A squeak of a passing rat sent her scurrying deeper into the tunnel, her eyes wide as she searched the surrounding area for any more of the offending creatures.

“Disgusting,” she said, her nose scrunching up. She’d always hated rats.

“Look, I’m going to call the cops if you don’t come out of here. This is ridiculous. You’re going to get hurt!”

A soft laughter could be heard from farther in. Frustrated, she glared toward the sound.

“I’m not going down there,” she said toward the sound. “It’s dark, and I can’t see a damn thing!”

“You’re swearing again,” the boy said, his voice full of humor.

“Hey, I promise I won’t call CPS. Just come out here, and I’ll buy you something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” the boy said, behind her all of a sudden. Chantal whirled around, and the boy smiled up at her with an innocent expression.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Hiding,” he said with a shrug.

“Hiding? From who?”

“You know, you shouldn’t have followed,” he said, ignoring her question.

“I couldn’t walk away knowing that you were down here.” She gestured to their surroundings.

“It isn’t safe,” he stated bluntly, his shadowed eyes fixed on her, unmoving.

“Really?” Chantal said with a note of sarcasm.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a milkshake,” she said as she headed toward the direction of the platform, hoping the boy would follow her. When she didn’t hear him move, she turned to level him with a disapproving glare.

“No.” The boy’s firm tone made her pause. She faced him, seeing how he watched her with a stone posture, his resolve unbreakable. It made her wonder what he must have been through to make him act this way. She

knelt down so she could speak on his level.

“Hey, I promised I wouldn’t call anyone, and I meant that. I just want to make sure you have some food in your stomach, that’s all. You can trust me. My name’s Chantal. What’s yours?”

A hint of curiosity, bordering on mischief, lit his face.

“I’m called Damon,” he said. The way he said the name sent a spark of a remembered fear through her mind. His young, innocent voice had morphed into something new, carrying a deeper timber again. It changed him from a lost little soul to a sinister, mysterious stranger. Chantal paused for a moment, wary. That odd sense of déjà vu chilled her to the core, sending goose bumps along her arms and neck.

“Damon,” she said in a soft whisper as her heart rate picked up, and the boy laughed, seeming to be aware of her unease.

“What’s wrong, sweet girl?” he said, and the way he sneered the term of endearment brought up an old, painful memory: a man stood above her as she crouched in her closet, terrified. She could see in her mind’s eye sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, red eyes glaring, a man’s face hidden in shadow. It wasn’t her werewolf that watched over her when she slept, leaving her feeling a sense of comfort or safety. In this sudden memory, the man’s menacing canines were terrifying, and he had appeared long before the wolf came to protect her.

“Who are you?” she said, stark terror clogging her windpipe, her throat feeling cold as ice.

“I’m sad you don’t remember me. I guess I didn’t make a memorable impression,” he said in his deep voice. He took a step back into the shadows, but not before he flashed a wicked grin. Unable to make her feet

move, she seemed frozen by confusion and fear.

“Help,” she cried, but it came out soft and inadequate just like the many times she’d awakened in the middle of the night, trembling from a hideous nightmare. Her pathetic attempt made the monster laugh all the harder.

A threatening growl rumbled from where the horrible boy disappeared, sending her searching for the source. The sound of scratching and tearing echoed off the stone walls. She heard a strangled cry of pain in the distance.

A dead silence followed, leaving her wondering why the hell she hadn’t taken off running yet.

“H-hello?” she said, her voice weak and timid, and she took a step backward, her shoe scraping across the loose gravel. It startled her, making her stop. A deep growl echoed from the darkness, and she backed away in earnest. Her head was screaming, run girl . . . danger, scary dude . . . growling! Her body barely able to move the few steps back due to fear and frank curiosity.

Out of the shadows, stepped a creature she’d only heard of in horror stories described as a hellhound. It was the size of a large horse but shaped more like a rabid dog, sharp teeth hanging from a gaping mouth. Smoke came from his huge nostrils as he breathed, his fangs dripping streams of nasty black liquid.

Holy God . . .

She took an unsteady step backward and then another, her mind catching up belatedly with her panicking, uncooperative body. The creature followed her retreat, eyes fixed on his captive. Snarling in anticipation, the thing opened its horrendous mouth and bared its enormous teeth.

Chantal screamed just as the beast leapt to attack, and then her unsteady legs gave out, sending her stumbling to the ground. She covered her head and neck in a vain attempt to protect herself, waiting to feel the bonewrenching pain that was sure to come at any moment.

The attack didn’t happen.

She flinched when she heard a loud bang echoing as if something big hit the brick tunnel hard. She heard the thing growl followed by the sound of scraping metal.

“Go!” a male voice said, and she lifted her arms to see a figure encased in odd wisps of shadow crouching in front of the beast, standing as her guard.

“Go!” he yelled again, turning with a fierce gaze, and when she saw his beautiful blue eyes, she gasped. She knew him, but didn’t know from where.

His features were somehow not completely solid, surrounded by a heavy fog. An odd sense of warmth enveloped her, the earlier panic completely forgotten. She was lost in him—time frozen—as he looked through her.

A terrifying war cry grabbed their attention, and her defender turned back to his enemy, ready to take him on to give her a chance to escape. Chantal stumbled to her feet. She turned and raced away from the battle, heading toward the direction she’d come, the faint hint of train tracks along the ground helping to guide her.

Forgetting the possibility that the train could round the bend at any second or even the reason she’d followed a young boy in the tunnel to begin with, her mind had one purpose: Get out of danger.

She ignored the strange looks from the truant station attendant as she ,climbed onto the platform. Without a single acknowledgment of his hollered questions and threats of police involvement, she sprinted up the stairs toward the street.

As she ran, her mind went into sensory overload, reevaluating everything from her sanity to whether she’d been asleep this entire time. A boy who turned into a rabid beast? She was going mad, but it had all seemed so real.

Who was the dark stranger and where had he come from? Why did he seem so familiar to her, and why did she feel safe once he’d appeared?

Chantal tried to convince herself that she was dreaming, but when she rounded the corner that lead into her apartment complex, she knew the she wasn’t.

Monica approaching their building as well only confirmed what just happened was real.

“Hey, sweets! How did the interview . . . are you all right?” Chantal watched as her friend’s face morphed to abject horror.

“I-I don’t feel good,” Chantal said, shaking.

“Let’s get you inside,” Monica said, ushering up the stairs toward her apartment door.

Chantal let her mind go as her friend helped her inside and pulled her purse from her frozen arm, but she didn’t have the conscious effort to do anything to help. She stared straight ahead blankly, seeing nothing but the gruesome red eyes of the beast, and then the calming of her savior’s gentle gaze.

She heard Monica saying something, but she couldn’t make it out. Her thoughts were consumed with more pressing, life-altering events. Then her answering machine came on. Monica had probably been trying to tell her that the phone was ringing.

“Uh, Chantal, this is Tony,” the manager of the diner said, sounding very timid. “I’m sorry about earlier. You ran out of here before I could explain. I meant no offense, honest. I was testing your ability to take care of yourself, that’s all. New York is a dangerous place. You never know what may blow through the doors.”

My Thoughts on the Book

I found Legacy of a Dreamer to be one of those captivating books that you find difficult to put down.  The plot was complex and compelling, bring you back for more, filled with action and suspense, and well written for additional books in the series.  Chantal’s dreams and nightmares are described so vividly you can imagine yourself inside them.

Disclosure: I received a free copy of this ebook to review; I was not required to write a positive review nor was I compensated in any other way. All opinions I have expressed in this review are one hundred percent my own .

Pomeranian Breed of A Queen: Book Tour and My Review

Pomeranian Breed of a Queen

Author: John Williams

ISBN-13: 978-1483945637

Non Fiction, Pets, Dogs

Publisher: Flask of Oil LLC, March 22, 2013


Pomeranian book cover PDFIf you have a Pomeranian or would like to own one, this book is for you.  Do you know that Pomeranians have a history with two specific queens?  You will learn who they are in the book: “Pomeranian – Breed of a Queen.”  It covers most every topic that will apply to your Pom and provides associated charts you can source for practical and immediate application to your pet.

It discusses immediate issues like: Your Pom moving into your home, House Training, Routine Care, Toys, and Diet & Exercise

It also discusses underlying issues like: Eye Problems,  Hypoglycemia in puppies less than three months old, and Thyroid problems.

These and other issues are discussed in this book,

These and other issues discussed in this book. As a long time owner and researcher of dog breeds, I enjoy compiling useful information all in one place to serve loving pet owners in the care of their pets. You do not have to buy multiple books to find the information that you need.

You will read about:  Grooming, Food Quality, Special Diets for Special Times, Deciding to Show Your Pomeranian, Three Ways to Potty Train, and Illnesses native to the Pomeranian Breed.

Most people buy a puppy and care for it based on what they have learned as a kid or what their friends or family did. You can equip yourself with the information that you need to give your dog the best care that he/she deserves.

Author Bio:

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John Williams is a 25+ year aviation professional, pet enthusiast, musician and writer, leads a highly professional team in the publishing of quality books that educate and entertain the reader. John has published three titles: “Take Charge of Your Aviation Career,” the five star rated: “Bichon Frise – Unique Among Dogs” and “Pomeranian – Breed of A Queen.” John’s goal is to write quality books that serve the reading community with enthusiasm and excellence.

For more information about author John Williams, please go to his Amazon Author link at:

My Thoughts on the Book:

As a dog enthusiast, I enjoyed reading this book and learning about a breed I was previous unfamiliar with, the Pomeranian Dog.  This book is full of informative information for those who are thinking about owning a Pomeranian (especially a puppy), and even those who already own a Pomeranian.  I enjoyed John Williams’ writing style, the way he conveyed his love for this breed, yet keeping the book very informative at the same time.

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Disclosure: I received a free copy of this ebook to review; I was not required to write a positive review nor was I compensated in any other way. All opinions I have expressed in this review are one hundred percent my own .

Lost in Vegas Cosmic Blast

Lost in Vegas

Lost in VegasLost in Vegas

Vegas – the city of gamblers, dreamers, heroes and heartbreak. And Kate McLarens’ last chance to redeem herself by putting her boyfriend’s fail-safe black jack system into action to make payroll for her salon. Make that ex-boyfriend when the system fails miserably.
She wakes up to find herself being given mouth to mouth resuscitation by sexy JT Sullivan of Security. But the only way she can convince him not to send her to the nearest ER is by agreeing to meet him for breakfast the next day. After she tells him she’s gone from business woman of the year to not being able to make payroll and can’t face going back to her hometown he convinces her to stay in Vegas, finds her a place to stay and a job waiting tables.
Determined to make the money she needs to pay off her debts she stays in Vegas and things are looking up when she gets a job styling a famous star making a comeback. Unfortunately her ex-boyfriend is still in Vegas and takes the opportunity to kidnap the star she works for and her.
JT Sullivan has to find the kidnappers and bring them back. It looks as if he’s succeeded when Max returns the star and keeps Kate. Now JT has to put everything on the line to get Kate back.
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Pat AmsdenAbout the Author:
Pat Amsden is a writer of romance and mystery who lives on the West Coast of Canada. She lives with her son in Victoria, BC and works at the local hospital. She is, once again, single.
For as long as she can remember she has loved stories. First reading them and then making them up. Sometimes that got her into trouble when she was younger but that’s another story!
She studied journalism in college but got side-tracked raising a family and working a variety of other jobs to pay the bills. Writing fell by the way-side. The years went by and one day she decided to check out a local writer’s group.
There was a workshop with an exercise. Write something that had the hero and heroine meeting within the first page. Maybe there could even be a kiss! And don’t let the heroine get too comfortable. If she’s shy don’t have her go to the library and meet the librarian, get her out of her comfort zone. Maybe in a bar. She decided, why stop there, let’s put the heroine on top of the bar! Many revisions later, the result is Lost In Vegas!
But none of this would have been possible without the support and encouragement of fellow writers. She benefited from workshops such as the Write On Vancouver workshop with Michael Hauge and another with Jane Porter. Shirley Jump’s workshop was so good she immediately took another with her. Then she got the Deep Editing lectures from Margie Lawson’s School of Writing and Lisa Wells, How to Create A Series. I pitched to editors and submitted manuscripts. But as she was doing this several of her fellow writers decided to self-publish through Amazon. They are all doing well. More than one suggested she should try this route, as did her son. So here she is, feeling a lot like Sally Fields and hoping that ‘They like me, they really do!
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