Story Merchant client Lisa Cerasoli will be working with Leeza Gibbons to support Alzheimer’s caretakers, and Leeza has agreed to write a foreword for Lisa’s book, As Nora Jo Fades Away.
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Story Merchant Client Lisa Cerasoli Teams Up With Leeza Gibbons
Story Merchant client Lisa Cerasoli will be working with Leeza Gibbons to support Alzheimer’s caretakers, and Leeza has agreed to write a foreword for Lisa’s book, As Nora Jo Fades Away.
STORY MERCHANT CLIENT RON WEAVER LAUNCHES BLOG FOR SOUL MATE BOOK SIGNING 9/16 AT BARNES & NOBLE A THE GROVE!
Claudia de la Rosa, is a starry-eyed innocent with book-learned wisdom who has just arrived in the glamour-charged world of Beverly Hills to become the high school English teacher of Lance Van Arden.
At first, neither Lance nor Claudia understand that the odd connection they both feel in the presence of each other is anything more than Claudia’s respect for Lance’s emerging talent as a writer and Lance’s need for a mentor. Both resist the mutual attraction because they share the conventional wisdom that anything more would be wrong. But destiny collides with established rules as mutual dreams and twists of fate propel them together.
Lance and Claudia’s steamy and blissful private world collides with social norms and stirs up parental suspicion. Because of their courage and an absolute certainty that they are soul mates having some greater purpose as yet undiscovered, they become modern-day folk heroes when that remarkable purpose is revealed and their tale becomes public knowledge.
Their perilous adventure is nudged along by Marco Cerasuolo, a flamboyant, sophomore with prodigious psychic powers whose spirit guides, Daniel and The Bear, offer hints and cryptic riddles.
Ronald Lewis Weaver, senior producer of The Bold and the Beautiful, has written an unforgettable story of a seemingly impossible love. See what cast members including Betty White, Ronn Moss and Katherine Kelly Lang had to say about the book.
Ronald Lewis Weaver is author of the novel Soul Mate. He’s at work on a second novel, and is the Senior Producer of The Bold and the Beautiful, the world’s most watched daytime soap. Read Ron’s blog at RonaldLewisWeaver.com.
AEI CLIENT JOE CERVASIO’S NOW OR NEVER: THE 11 SECRETS OF ARIMATHEA APPEARS FROM XULON BOOKS
Joseph of Arimathea, the Mystery Man of the Bible, is introduced like never before. Experience with him the heart-wrenching ramifications of Jesus' crucifixion and witness the ultimate descent into depression for this successful businessman and member of the Sanhedrin. You will go behind the scenes for the first time in literary history as author Joseph Rocco Cervasio tells ... "The Greatest Story NEVER Told." Now or Never: The 11 Secrets of Arimathea provocatively enhances itself with a simple, didactic self-help component. A seemingly unqualified servant attempts to restore Joseph of Arimathea, ably assisted by those with Secrets that will rescue any one of us today from personal recession and depression. Join this historical figure and his ensemble of friends as fact, fiction, and tradition blend to support the validity of each Secret and the destiny of each character. More importantly, discover the Secrets for yourself ... NOW. "Joe Cervasio's lessons in Now or Never: The 11 Secrets of Arimathea could surely have helped the wonderful Biblical characters he introduces. But in the 21st Century, I can also assure you his Secrets will assist a young kid trying to hit a curve ball, a major leaguer attempting to stay focused in the mesmerizing world of professional baseball, or just anyone reaching for goals to fulfill a destiny. And what a story he tells!" Dan Shaughnessy, award-winning author and sportswriter for the Boston Globe. "Not only does Mr. Cervasio weave a mystifying tale unfolding 2000 years ago in the alleyways, markets, and countryside in and around Jerusalem, but he also reveals powerful Secrets to living each of us can apply today. He's created a fundamental, yet profound formula for individuals to efficiently and effectively channel their talents and strengths into each moment, thereby fulfilling their destinies." Gerhard Gshwandtner, publisher, Selling Power Magazine.http://www.amazon.com/Now-Never-11-Secrets-Arimathea/dp/1607919796/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1252189766&sr=1-1
AEI CLIENT TRACY PRICE-THOMPSON LAUNCHES NEW BLOG
ROYCE BUCKINGHAM DECLARED MONSTER MEISTER FOR DEMONKEEPER II PUBLISHER PENHALIGON
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AEI CLIENT APRIL CHRISTOFFERSON REVIEWED
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Will McCarroll is a back-county ranger for the entire Yellowstone Park area. He has his own issues for a judgment call that Annie made during another case. But when her mother goes missing sparks starts to fly. He now also has to deal with poachers going after Number Twenty-Two, the alpha female. Her mate has already been killed so now it's up to him to protect her. Annie suspects the reason behind her mother's kidnapping is due to her job as the Honorable Annie Peacock. But she won't let it affect her work. For if she does she will go nuts thinking the worst possible scenarios. But now she has other things to worry about as well. Her attraction to Will, and the hunters attacking Number Twenty-Two. Will is trying his best to help Annie and isn’t too sure why he has become so fascinated with her. But now with all the new things happening at the park, and not all good, it will take a miracle, and one he will start to pray for. ALPHA FEMALE was a truly inspirational book. It dealt with real life issues that we have to deal with on a regular basis. Each character had something special that brought magic to the book. I can't wait to read more. I think I like Annie the best due to the fact she is having to deal with the consequences that come with the job of being a judge. Ms. Christofferson has managed to write a story of pure gold and at the same time be able to inform people of what really happens to our animals, our forests, and our eco-system. I couldn’t put ALPHA FEMALE down.
By Romance Junkies Reviewer: Annie
Sci-fi-blog is warning their readers over the confusion of our UNDEAD novel by Stocker-Holt and the re-issue of the Fran Warrington UNDEAD
Friday, July 17, 2009
"Literary" Vampire Novel Reading List
Like all my reading lists, this one is not meant to be comprehensive, it's just to make you aware of new titles. I chose books that were (for the most part) older and considered 'literature' rather than 'horror' or 'urban fantasy'. And no, Dracula's not on it, though it's the quintessential vampire book. I figure everyone knows that one. My thanks to my co-worker, Morticia, who advised me of several of the older titles on this list.
As a side note, there's a Stoker family approved sequel to Dracula coming out in October: Dracula the Undead by Dacre Stoker and Ian Holt. Not to be confused with a second Dracula the Undead coming out in December by Freda Warrington.
Visit Ian Holt's Dracula the Un-Deadwebsite.
Here's the list in no particular order:
The Vampyre - John Polidori
Carmilla - Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Flowers of Evil - Charles Baudelaire (poem)
Anno Dracula, The Bloodry Red Baron, Dracula Cha Cha Cha - Kim Newman
The Vampyre, Supping with Panthers, Deliver us from Evil - Tom Holland
Society of S, Year of Disappearances - Susan Hubbard
Vlad: the Last Confession - C.C. Humphreys
The Historian - Elizabeth Kostova
Fat White Vampire Blues, Bride of the Fat White Vampire - Andrew Fox
Let the Right One In - John Ajvide Lindqvist
Nymphos of Rocky Flats, X-Rated Bloodsuckers, Undead Kamasutra, Jailbait Zombie - Mario Acevedo
Bloodsucking Fiends, You Suck - Christopher Moore
Touched by a Vampire - Mallory Hoffman
Vampire Vow, Vampire Thrall, Vampire Transgression - Michael Schiefelbein
Secret Life of Laszlo, Count Dracula - Roderick Anscombe
Vamped - David Sosnowski
Vampires of Hollywood - Adrienne Barbeau & Michael Scott
The Hunger - Whitley Streiber
Fever Dream - George R.R. Martin
Agyar - Steven Brust
Sunshine - Robin McKinley
Already Dead, No Dominion, Half the Blood of Brooklyn, Every Last Drop - Charlie Huston
As a bonus, here are some new urban fantasy and horror novels involving vampires you may not have heard of yet:
Bloody Good, Bloody Awful - Georgia Evans
The Last Vampire, Vampire Agent - Patricia Rosemoor & Marc Paoletti
The Betrayal - Pati Nagle (regular fantasy)
Wicked Game - Jeri Smith-Ready
Dying Bites - D.D. Barant
Staked, Revamped - J.F. Lewis
Skinwalker - Faith Hunter
Once Bitten, Twice Shy; Another One Bites the Dust; Biting the Bullet; Bitten to Death; One More Bite - Jennifer Rardin
Vicious Circle - Linda Robertson
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AEI CLIENT DR. LITA SINGER AT SEPTEMBER 24 SHOWCASE
Showcase 2009 Luncheon
Join us for a sensational afternoon that kicks off a new year of Brandeis classes and events.
Thursday, September 24, 2009 — Starting at 11 a.m.
1225 S. Fort Apache Road, Las Vegas
Be stimulated by the highly acclaimed and entertaining speaker, Lita Rawdin Singer, Ph.D., psychologist to the rich and famous and author of “Adam Was Trapped, Eve Was Framed — Five Steps to Relationship Freedom” Follow Adam and Eve in their therapy with clinical psychologist Dr. Lita. Her Web site is www.DrLita.com.
Delight in our new boutique items that you can't live without.
Feast on an incredible selection of international foods. The exciting Via Brasil Steakhouse features a gourmet salad bar with an extensive array of hot and cold dishes, tantalizing desserts and soft drinks. "A" rated by the Review Journal restaurant critic! You will love it.
We look forward to greeting you at BNC’s best Showcase ever.
Opportunities Galore!
Proceeds go to the Brandeis National Committee Students for Science Scholarship program.
Reservations must be received by September 15, 2009
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Join us for a sensational afternoon that kicks off a new year of Brandeis classes and events.Thursday, September 24, 2009 — Starting at 11 a.m.
1225 S. Fort Apache Road, Las Vegas
Be stimulated by the highly acclaimed and entertaining speaker, Lita Rawdin Singer, Ph.D., psychologist to the rich and famous and author of “Adam Was Trapped, Eve Was Framed — Five Steps to Relationship Freedom” Follow Adam and Eve in their therapy with clinical psychologist Dr. Lita. Her Web site is www.DrLita.com.
Delight in our new boutique items that you can't live without.
Feast on an incredible selection of international foods. The exciting Via Brasil Steakhouse features a gourmet salad bar with an extensive array of hot and cold dishes, tantalizing desserts and soft drinks. "A" rated by the Review Journal restaurant critic! You will love it.
We look forward to greeting you at BNC’s best Showcase ever.
Opportunities Galore!
Proceeds go to the Brandeis National Committee Students for Science Scholarship program.
Reservations must be received by September 15, 2009
--------------------------------------------------------------
Showcase 2009 Luncheon, Thursday, September 24, 2009 11 a.m.
Name(s)_________________________________________________________
Address_________________________________________________________
City________________________________State__________Zip____________
Phone__________________E-mail____________________________________
Cost: $38 (donations over $28 are tax deductible)
I'm unable to attend but would like to donate to BNC the enclosed donation of $_______
List the people with whom you would like to sit. (Limit 8 per table)
1. __________________________________ 5.__________________________________
2. __________________________________ 6.__________________________________
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4. __________________________________ 8.__________________________________
Send your reservation and check made out to BNC to:
Marilyn Shocket, 2113 Henniker Way, Las Vegas
AEI FINISH LINE'S 'THE THRILLIONAIRES' LAUNCH TEAM TECH PARTY AT SHERATON GATEWAY
Alexandra Merejo, Nik Halik,
KJA, Gabrielle Stern, Nik
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TRULY EXCELLENT WRITING MEMOIRS FROM VIRGINIA GUNN DIEHL
The baby birds died today.
I only had one bird house left.
When Bill and I lived at the beach, we had so many bird houses.
Billy bird house. The little, red bird house. The beach bird house.
They were painted bright, pretty colors, and every year I looked
forward to small birds moving in, and raising their baby birds.
When Bill died, I had to move fast. I couldn't afford the rent. There
would be no book. There would be no money coming in. It was a very
scary time. It still is. They say when someone you love dies, you
shouldn't do anything for the first six months, or you will probably
live to regret whatever you did.
the mode to make the right decisions. It made no difference in my case,
I simply couldn't afford the rent.
There were a couple of garage sales. People took away things that had
been apart of our lives for twenty five years. And they got them for a
steal. No one except me knew the value of these items and I wasn't
talking. I was just barely breathing. There was my grandmother's clock
that marked the hour, and half hour. It probably wasn't an expensive
clock, but it was a part of her that I cherished. No one would know
that unless I told them, and I wasn't talking. It went for twenty
dollars. All of Bill's train sets that I had given him. Still in the
boxes. We were waiting until we had a house of our own again before we
set them up. They were to go around the Christmas tree. I had no use
for such things anymore. He was gone. Our bed. It rained that day, as
the taking apart of Bill and Virginia's life together went forward.
So, there is only one bird house left. The chickadees were nesting in
it, and I was beginning to feel a little hopeful.
It's been a beautiful spring. Lots of rain. Not like last year when we
were in the middle of a bad drought. Every night on the news last year
we heard horrible stories about how we would run out of drinking
water, as the lake was drying up. But this year, the rains came.
Everything is green and lush.
I took the dogs out to play in Apache's big yard. For some reason they
won't go to that yard unless I'm with them. There was the bird house
on the ground. The wire that held it in the tree had broken. I picked
it up and looked in. The baby birds were dead. Tiny, black ants were
swarming all over them. The roof of their house had pulled away, and I
knew this was the end of the last bird house. It would never be used
again, which was somehow fitting. I was able to rehang it. I sat in a
chair and waited for their parents to return. Nothing happened for
almost an hour. I figured the parents had been there before I got
there, and they already knew. Then they both flew in together. I
watched as they hung on to the side of the house. I wondered if birds
think. I'm pretty sure they do. Now I know they do. The father bird
looked in, and threw his head back in utter shock. Now that is a
thinking bird. He flew up in the tree. The mother went in and stayed
for a long time. Maybe ten minutes. What was she doing? Trying to get
the ants off her babies? Trying to bring them back?
The father bird flew over my head and cheeped as loud as a
Chickadee can, and went back to the tree. When she finally came out,
they flew off together. I sat there for another hour to see if they
would come back, but they didn't.
As I sat there today waiting for birds I thought about falling down.
The bird house that fell down, and wiped out a family. How in the
blink of an eye, everything can change for all of us. A loved one
dies, or your house burns down.
Random, chaotic events that change everything, whether for a family
of birds or people, we just never know when the storms will come, and
how we will react to them. We all fall down during our lives, and usually
we get back up, in time, and start over again.
Ring around the rosies,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Nice, catchy tune, except it's about the Black Plague.
Maybe our parents didn't know that when it was taught to us. I never
liked it much. We had to fall down. I always wondered what's so great
about this? We all fall down, and get dirty. I usually had on a
frilly, little girlie, girl dress and I got dirty, and if someone
yanked really hard, sometimes I got hurt. It was a stupid, little
dance that made no sense to me then, and still doesn't.
The first prayer I was taught was:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Another winner. Scared the hell out of me. I had a hard time sleeping,
because I was waiting for the Lord, whoever he was to come and snatch
my soul as soon as I drifted off.
And then there was lady bug, lady bug, fly away. Your house is on fire,
And your children are going to burn up.
Who is the brain machine that thought this one up?
I had visions of little, lady bug houses burning all over the
neighborhood. Being young is not easy. Full of perils.
As I sat in my chair thinking of chaotic events that change the lives
of people, and today, birds, I flashed back on the first time in my
life I was in peril, and I didn't even know it.
My mother was upstairs preparing for her date. He was a Turkish man.
That's really all I remember about him. He came from Turkey. I just
thought at that time, turkey was something we ate at Thanksgiving.
He told me to come sit in his lap. I did. I always did what grown ups
told me to do. That was the way we were brought up then.He pushed my
panties aside, and stuck his fingers up inside of me. It hurt. I jumped off
his lap, and fell down.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
I started to cry, and he took the very fingers that had been inside of
me and pressed them to his lips.
"Shh" He wanted me to be quiet. And I was. I had been told for many
years, eight to be exact, that "children are to be seen and not
heard." I was also told growing up that when you fall down, you get
back up. You brush yourself off, and get back to whatever you were
doing. That's what I did, not knowing that years later when I was
grown, this would come back in my mind at the craziest times, like
today when the bird house fell down.
We all fall down. We usually are able to get back up, and start all
over again. I hope the Chickadees will start all over again. I'm
pretty sure they will, it's not too late for them to start over.
I need to start over, too, but I'm having a hard time getting back up
this time. I think if I could fly, everything would be better.
Anything that happens more than twice at this house becomes a
tradition. Now that Apache's yard has become available, the "kids" just have to
go there every day. They know what time they "have" to go, and I am
just the person that gets them from here to there. Since for some
reason that feel they can't do this on their own, I must go with them.
I sit and think while they partake in doggie games until their tongues
drag the ground. Then and only then am I allowed to come back in. It's
a doggie day care center without being paid.
I was sitting there flashing back to a time when I ran the streets of
Rome, Italy. I lived with my mother in Rome from the age of eight
until I was thirteen. It was a wonderful experience. She worked for
the Coca-Cola company, and I worked at having fun with my dog, Tally.
I also had a goose named Lilly and the three of us would go hang out
at the market in the afternoons, after school was out.
Tally was a standard size poodle and one of the smartest dogs I've
ever had. He came from a pet store around the corner from the Spanish
steps and we were connected at the hip. Sometimes Tally would wander
the streets without me, and he had a peculiar habit of bringing home
money. I have no idea how he did this, but on three or four occasions
he brought home a bill. It was usually around twenty dollars. I hope
it was a gift and not a theft. He never looked guilty, but as I said,
he was a very smart dog, so maybe he was just smart enough to know if
you don't look especially guilty you can probably get away with it.
What was I going to do anyway? Tell the dog to take it back? I think
not. I was always very grateful when he did this for me, and I know it
was for me as he would practically spit it out in my lap.
I was sitting there trying to figure out why I was thinking of Rome. I
try to figure out everything I do. I had just switched dry skin lotion
because I had a coupon. When you find yourself poor, coupons give you
a sense of power. I love to look at the receipt and see how much money
I have saved. In this case, I switched to Nivia. It had a nice smell
to it. And then I remembered. This was the lotion I used when I lived
in Rome. For some reason, I hadn't used it since. That was what
transported me back to Rome.
Isn't it funny how a smell can transport you back to another time?
It's a lovely day, however we have gone from snow, to spring, to
summer in about three weeks. Hard to keep up with, but there is a
wonderful breeze rushing through the yard, making the dogs especially
happy, and I was loving reliving my Roman holiday that lasted five
years.
I was lost in thought when the chickadees came flying in.
Why were they back? Why would they come back to Armageddon? I had
planned on throwing the nest away, full of dead babies, but I was
having such a good time traveling back in time, that I hadn't gone
there. They were going in and out of the nest box. I was totally
confused. I know some about birds. When Bill and I lived on the
island, I had at least seventy five birds in cages in the back yard
for many years. I've seen a lot when it comes to birds, but I couldn't
get my mind around what these birds were doing. I knew that this nest
was full of ants and three or four dead babies, so why come back?
Surely they weren't going to nest again on top of their dead children.
They flew off for a while which gave me time to check it out. I really
didn't want to see what I had seen yesterday. It was going to spoil a
perfectly good day of life refection, but I had to. I unlatched the
door, opened it to find the most beautiful, little bird I've seen in a
long time. The nest was devoid of ants. It had been put back together
as if nothing had happened. Green moss was layered to make a soft bed.
There were no dead babies. It took my breath away. This baby bird
looked nothing like the others. The dead babies were bald and pink. He
was covered in grey fuzz. He looked very healthy and happy. I tried to
close the door, but the hook came loose. I knew the nest would fall
out without the hook, so I high tailed it into the house and got some
string to secure it. After doing that, I sat back down and waited for
the parents to come back. They watched me for a long time, and didn't
go back in. I thought that the brown string looked a little like a
snake, and maybe I had messed up by doing this, but I didn't have any
other ideas about how to keep this baby in his box. Finally, they went
in and went back to the business of raising this child.
I can't remember being so happy in a long time. How this happened, I'm
not sure. I think this is what came down yesterday. When the mother
bird spent so much time in the box, I'm guessing she first ate the
ants, and there were many, many ants to be eaten. Since this bird has
fuzz, he must have been the first born, as the others were still bald.
The fuzz must have protected him from the stinging ants, or maybe he
was under a pile of dead babies and that protected him from the ants.
Then she must have put the nest back the way she had it. What happened
to her dead children is a mystery to me. I have seen birds throw dead
babies from an open nest, but I could not figure out how they got
these bodies out of a deep, nesting box. I guess they did, and I guess
my cats ate the dead babies. I'm sure some bird expert will tell me
someday how this happened. Right now, I don't care. All I know is that
one perfect, fuzzy baby bird is still with us, and his parents are
pretty mystical and magical in my mind.
His name is Phoenix Rising. The Phoenix is a legendary bird which
according to one account lived five hundred years, burned itself to
ashes on a pyre, and rose alive from the ashes to live another period.
I would be happy to see him live a long, chickadee life, free from the
strife and hardship of yesterday.
I know you are saying, "How do you know it's a boy?" I don't. So with
full disclosure in mind, Her name is Phoenix Rising.
I wish for you the wonder and excitement that was felt in my back yard
today.
AEI CLIENT APRIL CHRISTOFFERSON REVIEWED
Book Review Alpha Female
A Story About the Threat of Poaching and Drilling in National Parks
Jun 26, 2009 
Alpha Female is a clever ecothriller with an intriguing plot centered around the controversial issues of trophy hunting and drilling in national parks.
Christofferson has a strong passion for writing about environmental issues. Yellowstone National Park is near and dear to her heart. The author feels a strong commitment towards protecting wolves from poaching - a very controversial topic in the West.
Alpha Female a Clever Ecothriller
Alpha Female, released on June 30, 2009 (Macmillan, ISBN: 978-0-7653-4420-5), is a clever ecothriller with an intriguing plot centered around the controversial issues of trophy hunting and drilling in or near national parks. Christofferson takes readers through an emotional and suspenseful journey of the leading characters, Annie Peacock, a beautiful young judge and Will McCarroll, a backcountry ranger, who form an unexpected bond trying to solve the mysterious kidnapping of Annie’s mother. This takes them on a journey that proves to uncover even greater issues than both could have imagined.
In vivid language and a smart narrative the author addresses a problematic subject that touches the readers heart and evokes frustrating at the same time. The story does not disappoint by including romance, suspense and raw emotions around issues the author so deeply cares about.
The story is set against the beautiful scenery of Yellowstone Park acting as the silent main character in this multi-layered thriller. It is a story about nature and humanity, about good vs. evil and the struggles of survival within it. There is a strong connection between Annie and the alpha female wolf in the book, referred to as number 22. Annie and number 22 share a common fear both are of living on edge and are in survival mode. The reader can not help but connect with them empathizing with their journey and struggles of survival.
Christofferson has an innate ability to take the reader through detailed images of events and characters leaving the reader breathless turning each page in anticipation and suspense. This book inspires the reader to develop a reverence for Yellowstone Park and its inhabitants. With each chapter, the reader can not help but care about the characters and their struggles sharing the author’s passion and desire to become an advocate for wildlife and make a difference in national parks.
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