Book Promo from Eden Baylee

My first promotion of Death’s Door comes from a wonderful write, blogger and supporter of Authors, Eden Baylee!

I hope you will click this link to take a look at Eden’s website and see how a promotion should be done.

DEATH’S DOOR

 

 

Eden Baylee is the renown author of Spring Into Summer

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A New Book is Born!

I want to introduce my latest novel- DEATH’S DOOR– A Thriller filled with action, suspense, humor and a touch of romance.

To a writer a newly published book is akin to the birth of a child. The writer spends hours and hours writing, nurturing, rewriting, getting input from First Readers and others and like a child; we then send them off to let them grow and improve and return to us to see what the editors have done. And don’t forget getting the perfect cover designed! I’ll write more about this process at another time, but for now I want to tell you that this book I present to you is a great story that has been professionally prepared just for you—the reader.

Of course, most writers will gush and exclaim about how great their book is—it’s expected. But I have read this book in manuscript form at least 50 times in preparing it for you and I enjoy it each time I read, even while looking for errors. Death’s Door is my fourth published book and I learn more from each manuscript I write. I will make you a promise: Read Death’s Door and you won’t be disappointed. If you don’t like it I will send you another of my works—your choice—at no charge! I don’t expect to give any book away with this claim. And by the way, my Muse is well pleased.

And now, Ladies and Gentlemen. I present to you Death’s Door:

Back cover description:

 When a terrorist’s dirty bomb threatens to contaminate the United States heartland, only pure American courage can disarm and disassemble the threat of Death’s Door. 

New Jersey State Police Detectives Dell Sharpton and Bill Anders have been supporting the state’s Terrorism Task Force by using their Arabic language skills to gain trust and solve crimes within the tightly knit Arab American community.  When officials at the National Security Agency learn of Dell’s remarkable courage and odd but proven ability to “see” the immediate dangers facing his tactical operations team, he and his partner Bill get caught up in a secret government run counter-terrorism mission that leads both men—and the ones they love—directly to Death’s Door. 

Death’s Door is a fast paced thriller with non-stop action, suspense, humor and a touch of romance.

Due to contractual agreement with Amazon Books; Death’s Door is only available as an Ebook through Amazon.com for the next 90 days. As a paperback it is available everywhere—just ask for it by name and author.

Have I told you lately—the readers—that I love you!

Get Death’s Door in Ebook at Amazon for $2.99

Death’s Door in Paperback, also at Amazon for $10.95

Monsoon Winds

Monsoon Winds

In the lower latitudes there is a particular wind that changes directions twice a year, almost as predictable as the phases of the moon. These are the monsoon winds. Most of us who hear this word think of torrential rains and hot humid days. This is only half true. There are two monsoons; the dry monsoon and the wet monsoon. I never knew this until I moved to Thailand.

In history these wind changes set the trade routes to India and Africa, then on to or from Europe. Even today sailing vessels are bound by the rules of these winds.

As a young boy I heard the word and it imbibed an exotic world that I longed to see. My first experience of the monsoon winds was many years ago in Vietnam, where I was a soldier. Even then the monsoons only meant wet flooding rains and an ease in the tensions of war. I witness Noah’s flood-like rains where 30 or more inches of rain would fall in a 24 hour period—amazing! On one occasion at night during one of these torrents of rain in which I could only see a few feet around me we were overrun by a small group of the enemy. Men moved past me that I could have reached out and touched. At the time I couldn’t tell who they were—only to find out later they were VC soldiers. The attack failed because they also couldn’t see and soon faded back to where they came from. Not one shot was fired.

Now, living in Thailand the word Monsoon still sweeps my mind with the exotic thoughts of the East. Some years you can feel the wind change directions and know that the cool dry or the heavy, hot wetness is on the way. My daydreams play on the wind and my muse sings of strange new things and then implants them in my every thought.

In the main part of Thailand the dry wind come from November to around March. Of course there are religious celebrations for both seasons. The dry brings the cooler weather and easy living to the farmers, but the wet winds bring a time of hard labor to grow crops and a time to endure the heat.

Here in Thailand I live dreams of my youth and it fills my mind with wonder.

Have you ever experienced the monsoon winds? I would love to hear about your experiences.

Life on the Farm in Thailand

Tapioca harvest and me

I have a big announcement to make—but not today. I feel bad about ignoring my blog for so long. I’ve actually been busy with my writing but that’s a poor excuse—since a blog is about writing.

Our little farm is the one thing that brings me back to earth when I don’t seem to have any time. Plants have their own schedule and no manner of prodding, enticing, rushing about or pleading will hurry them along. It’s a lesson I’m trying to learn. As the pressure builds in what I do all I have to do is walk out to our plants and listen. They whisper and chatter and are happy to see me. They ask for nothing but love and care and offer sustenance and beauty in return. I come away from the fields, having left the weight of my problems in the deep rich soil, and I feel relaxed in a way that always makes me smile.

We don’t have some great expanse of land but we use every centimeter in hopes we return goodness back to the earth and gain pleasure in watching neighbors and others enjoy the products of our labors.

If I were better at manipulating my webpage I would offer many more photos of Life on the Farm. I have a way with words—or so I think— but the magic world of the internet is still… magic to me. I seat like a child and watch the wonders of things that seem impossible appear right before my eyes.

Please enjoy a few pictures of some of the things we grow and I hope you can see the contentment on my face.

Julee and the two headed pineapple

Jackfruit and me

Orchid

Kids love to watch the tapioca being harvested