Friday, September 6, 2019

Book Review: Blue Morning, Vol 7 by Shoko Hidaka


Blue Morning, Vol 7     

Author: Shoko Hidaka
Publisher: SuBLime Publishing
American release date: March 13, 2018
Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Yaoi/232 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Akihito finds one of his father’s old suits and tries it on, only to find it fits him as if it were made for him. He has a reason for dressing this way. He’s going to pay a visit to the dying head of the Katsuragi house. Meanwhile, Tomoyuki is returning to the Ashizaki house, along with Amamiya, having spent the night with Akihito. Now he has to face the anger of Saemon Ashizaki.

On Akihito’s arrival at the Katsuragi house, he is met by Takayuki Katsuragi, who is highly displeased at this unannounced visit, fearing it’s being done to cause him to lose face. Akihito insists he has no desire to place Tomoyuki as head of the Kuze house, he merely wishes to speak with Takamasa Katsuragi before it’s too late.

Soichiro returns home to find Katsuragi in his room, and he’s surprised to find the man has been drinking. Not surprising considering what happened between him and Soichiro’s father. They speak of Akihito and his plans to spend the summer at Kamakura before leaving for his studies in England.

When Akihito, dressed in his father’s suit, is finally permitted to see Takamasa Katsuragi, the dying man confuses him with his father, and at Akihito’s urging, begins to spin a tale going back some thirty-odd years. Afterward he retires to Kamakura. Time passes, and summer is nearly gone, but no sign of Katsuragi.

Katsuragi and Soichiro have a confrontation regarding the latter’s marriage, as well as the geisha he loves, but it’s not satisfactory to him, even after Katsuragi explains his reasoning. He dismisses Katsuragi peremptorily, tells him to get out.

Things are surely coming to a head in this series, truths are coming out, revealing a complicated web of lies. Akihito has learned that which Tomoyuki yearns to know, and is about to tell him the truth. Surely, using this information, they can find a way to stay together and be together, as equals? I believe that is what it all comes down to in the end, finding the common ground on which they can be equal partners, not master and servant, and free to live their lives together.

Even so, I worry that there are forces who may work against them. At this juncture, although Soichiro has long been supportive of their relationship, right now he is angry, so there’s no telling what he may do. His father is angry too. I think the next volume is the last one, and should be here in just a few months. I’m looking forward to seeing these two men get the happy ending they deserve.

Another great volume, waiting anxiously for the next one!

Thursday, September 5, 2019

Book Review: Bleach, Vol 7 by Tite Kubo


Bleach, Vol 6     

Author: Tite Kubo
Publisher: Viz Media
American release date: April 5, 2005
Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Supernatural/200 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

As Ichigo battles Hollows which Quincy Uryu Ishida has lured with his bait, Orihime and Chad awaken to find themselves safe, having been removed from the battle by a mysterious stranger in a striped hat. Chad demands to know what has happened, and what it has to do with Ichigo. Ishida is finding that his plan is going awry. He can’t kill the Hollows with just one shot anymore, alarmingly, and as his strength wanes, the number of Hollows only increases—not quite what he’d had in mind when he began the contest with Ichigo.

Rukia is dismayed to find that her strength is not what it should be. Suddenly beset by what she at first thinks is Ichigo, she realizes it is Kon clinging to her like a leech, she spots Ishida and learns that this sudden infestation of Hollows is his fault and wants to know what he was trying to prove. Meanwhile, Kiskue is revealing the truth about their powers to Orihime and Chad, and how they were activated. Seeing their skepticism, he invites them to come along with him and see for themselves.

Ichigo has finally caught up with Kon and is furious that he didn’t do what he sent him to do, which was to retrieve Rukia’s thingamajig. Ishida is still intent on having Ichigo as his opponent, but Ichigo notices the ominous cracks in the sky. As they watch, Rukia explains to him about the Quincies and why they had to be destroyed.

Despite everything, Ichigo wants to work with Ishida, not against him. Ishida explains why he hates Soul Reapers so much, and Ichigo explains about the death of his mother, and his own war against Hollows. Can these two work together to defeat the Hollow horde? And what the heck is a Menos Grande?

Should they be frightened?

There is a lot going on in this volume of Bleach. Since I’m watching the anime (although I’ve way ahead of where I’m reading), I find it interesting to note things in the manga I would have liked to see in the anime. Such as the scene with Kiskue and Orihime and Chad, where he explains about their powers. Watching Ishida and Ichigo learn to work together is great, as they both have issues to work through, mostly Ishida. Ichigo, for the most part, is pretty laid back, and takes things in stride. Ishida, on the other hand, is rather high-strung and nervous.

The fight against the Menos Grande is pretty awesome, not to mention we get to see more of Kiskue Uruhara and Tessai, although there is much we don’t yet know. I loved seeing Rukia and Ishida assimilate with their schoolmates, and the first appearance of Mr. Yoruichi is priceless.

Another great volume of Bleach, looking forward to more of the same!


Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Wednesday Briefs: In Pieces #68 (17.1)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

It's been nice having time off with Ben, but now it's back to work. Salvation is playing a dance club, and everything is going well. See what the boys are up to in this week's chapter of Salvation. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #68 (17.1)


Once they reached the dance club, Ryan helped the band to set up, his heart light, his mood upbeat. The name of the venue was Heavens Above, and it was decorated with a stars and planets motif, as well as the astrological signs. The club permitted patrons under twenty-one to enter, but they weren’t allowed to purchase alcohol. The club manager was a pretty black woman who looked to be somewhere around forty. She welcomed them warmly, told them her name was T’Neisha, and to let her know if they needed anything.

Marge secured a table for the two of them, near the stage. Once they were set up, Ben joined them for a few minutes, pulling a chair as close as he could get to Ryan’s. Taking Ryan’s hand in his, he twined their fingers, then raised their joint hands to his lips, kissing the back of Ryan’s hand. Even in the bright lights of the club, his eyes shone with his devotion to Ryan.

All too soon, it was time for the show to begin. Ryan reluctantly released Ben’s hand, but was rewarded when Ben rose and closed the slight gap between them, bending down to lay a serious liplock on Ryan. Nearby customers cheered and catcalled, but there was no malice in their tones.

“See you soon, sexy,” Ben murmured in Ryan’s ear once he’d released his lips. He headed up to the stage, shimmying for Ryan’s benefit, which produced more applause. Ryan heard someone comment, 

“I wish I had a priest like that!” while someone else remarked, “He’s so lucky, what a sexy guy!”

Yes, Ben was definitely that, Ryan acknowledged. And he was all Ryan’s.

“Hey, Ryan, want a drink?”

How bad was it that he’d forgotten Marge was at the table too? He seemed to have tunnel vision whenever Ben was around. Marge wore a huge grin, and he knew she understood his preoccupation with Ben.

“Thanks, not right now,” he said. “I’m good.”

“I know Ben thinks so.” Marge chuckled. “Be right back.” She melted into the crowd, heading toward the bar at the back of the club.

Ryan removed the camera he’d hung around his neck, and began to take photos, being sure to save them in a separate folder he’d named for the venue. 

“Man, you have a great view here.” A voice broke into his reveries. Startled, he turned to see a young girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, standing beside his table. “Mind if I sit here for a few and watch the band with you? You must really like them a lot, right? Is it okay to take their pictures? Like do you have to get permission or anything?” Not waiting for an answer, she slid into an empty chair, still chattering away. Ryan couldn’t help but stare at her, wondering when she was going to take a breath amid her landslide of words.

“My name’s Lilah, how are you? It’s short for Delilah, but no one ever calls me that. I think my mother got it out of the Bible. You know that Samson and Delilah thing? She thought it might make me good at handling men or something, I dunno. Parents? Who knows what they’re thinking, right?”
She cocked her head and peered at him from behind bright purple eyeglasses. “Are you okay?”

“Um…. Yeah, I’m fine,” he managed to get out. On an impulse, he aimed the camera at her and took a quick picture. Belatedly, he realized maybe he should have asked her permission before he took the photo. “Sorry, was that okay?”

“That all depends, what do you want to do with it? Well, it’s not like I’m naked or anything, not like I ever would, but still, once has to be careful about that sort of thing, you know?”

His blood turned to ice until he saw her smile, and he realized she was joking. That wasn’t something he was used to getting, especially from girls.

“About the pictures,” he hastily interjected while she seemed to be between sentences. “It’s perfectly fine. I’m with the band, you see. I’m supposed to take photos.”

“Oh, cool.” She beamed at him. “What’s your name? I’m Lilah. Oh wait, I said that, didn’t I?” She giggled. “I didn’t know you’re with them. Do you play anything?”

“My name’s Ryan,” he responded. “I’m not a musician, though, I’m a writer. I’m writing a book about the tour.”

“How awesome. So that’s why you’re taking pictures, now I get it. Do you think you’re going to use that picture of me in your book? That would be amazing! I would tell all my friends and they’d be soooo jealous, and I’d make them all buy copies of the book.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “So, who do you like the most in the band? I mean, like who’s your favorite? I bet it’s Aiden, ‘cause he’s just do dreamy. His sister is cute, but he’s cuter. Besides, she’s a girl. Think he might think I’m cute? Oh my goodness, I’d just die if I thought that, but wouldn’t that be so awesome?”

Ryan found it hard to follow all her perambulations, but he did realize she was definitely under age, and he had no idea what Aiden’s type might be. “I honestly couldn’t say,” he managed to slip in when he spotted a slight break in the conversation/monologue.

This girl was definitely high-spirited, he had to give her that. And somewhat distracting, as she’d managed to garner all his attention. But he suspected Ben wouldn’t mind, since it was for the good of the band. But he seriously needed to get back to work.

Just then salvation arrived—no pun intended—in the form of another young girl in a pink Lolita dress. “Lilah, come here, you’ll never guess who just called me?” Both girls squealed then headed off to discuss this new development. Ryan sighed in relief.

to be continued

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Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Book Blast: The Fixer Upper by Maggie Mae Gallagher

Good morning! Please welcome author Maggie Mae Gallagher to Full Moon Dreaming! She is here to tell us about her newest release, The Fixxer Upper. Maggie will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning! To find the other stops on her tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!



The Fixer Upper
by Maggie Mae Gallagher

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

Abby Callier is more in love with Shakespearean heroes than any real man, and she’s beginning to wonder if there is life for her outside the pages of a book. It doesn’t help that her esteemed parents tend to view her as they would one of their science experiments gone wrong. On the eve of finishing her dissertation, she escapes her staid existence to live in the house she inherited from her Great Aunt Evie in the small town of Echo Springs, Colorado. Because, let’s face it, when a woman starts comparing her life to horror films, it might be time for a break.

Sheriff Nate Barnes believes in law and order and carefully building the life you want. In his spare time, he has been remodeling his house in the hope that one day it will be filled with the family he makes. But Nate doesn’t like drama or complications and tends to avoid them at all costs. And yet, when Miss Abigail Callier, his newest neighbor, beans him with a nine iron, he can’t help but wonder if she might just be the complication he’s been searching for all along. It doesn’t hurt that he discovers a journal hidden away by the previous tenant and decides to use Old Man Turner’s advice to romance Abby into his life.

Abby never expected her next-door neighbor, the newly dubbed Sheriff Stud Muffin, to be just the distraction her world needed. The problem is she doesn’t know whether she should make Echo Springs her home, or if this town is just a stopover point in her life’s trajectory. And she doesn’t want to tell Nate that she might not be sticking around—even though she should because it’s the right thing to do, the honest thing—because then all the scintillatingly hot kisses with the Sheriff will come to an abrupt halt. Did she mention that he’s a really great kisser?

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EXCERPT:



“Stocking up a bit?” Nate asked as they set the cooler down next to the deepfreeze.

Abby shrugged, flipping the lid up to reveal packages of steaks, chicken breasts, pork chops, ground beef, bacon, sausage, turkey. Staring at the mountain of meat, she had to admit she was a little obsessive when it came to being prepared. “Well, I did some research before accepting the position at Echo Springs Community College, and it said that roads can be impassible during the winter.”

“They can, but we do try to stay on top of road clearing. When it snows, the skiers come out in full force and head into the mountain resorts. All those travelers are the life-blood of this town, as they stop at the gas stations, restaurants, and shops. Without that, this town would go belly up in a New York minute. When the snows hit, the Styman boys stop working the appliance store and clear the streets, along with a few more of the locals. They work together to keep the city’s roads as clear as possible.”

“Good to know. But we aren’t in the city.” Which was something that wasn’t lost on her. 

“No, we’re not. It can get a bit dicey out here. I tend to stay in town more and sleep at the station, but it’s good that you’re stocking up. Make sure you’ve got yourself some long underwear and some firewood.”

She blushed at the underwear comment and wanted to kick herself. What are you, a teenager? Just because Sheriff Stud Muffin’s topic made her wonder whether he was a boxers or briefs kind of man, and that she’d love to find out which he preferred, was no reason for Abby to act like an unschooled virgin.

Wait a second… “Firewood? Why would I need firewood?”

It wasn’t something she had considered she would even need. Where did she get some? Would she have to cut the wood herself? Abby could see herself trying to heft an ax to chop wood. Coordination was not her strong suit. More likely than not, she’d end up hacking the wood to bits, all while taking off a few of her limbs. It wouldn’t be pretty. Besides, knowing her, she’d leave the ax outside for the psycho killer to find and use to attack her in her home. She could imagine the headline:

Evie Callier’s great-niece hacked to death because she didn’t listen to her parents. Murder weapon apparently belonged to the victim, army of dolls suspected, news at eleven.

Jesus, she needed to get a grip. 

Nate regarded her, his modest expression calling her a hundred times a fool for not being better prepared for life in the mountains, and said, “In case you lose power during a storm. It can get mighty cold up in these hills, especially when we are being pummeled with blizzard conditions. It doesn’t happen all the time, but in these older homes, power can get knocked out and be out for days.”

“What about a backup generator? Would that suffice?” Because if so, she’d turn right back around and head back to Gundry’s Bulk Superstore for one. The thought of being without power during a blizzard chilled her, and for a millisecond, she considered hightailing it back East. Until she remembered that back East would mean having to deal with her parents’ disapproval nearly twenty-four seven. She’d already visited that amusement park fun house, thank you very much, and didn’t want to return. 

“Yes and no. Most are gas-operated, although there are newer models that are solar but come with a heftier price tag, and if you run out of fuel…”

“You run out of electricity. Does anyone sell firewood in town?” She’d start looking tonight online for a backup generator. The thought of having only a fireplace for warmth made her shudder involuntarily. With her luck, that would be when all the creepy dolls decided to rise up en masse and strike. 

“Check with Styman’s. I’m not sure what their stock is this time of year, but if you’d like some help, I’d be happy to get you started.”

She unloaded the last of the meat into the freezer, and shut the lid. “That would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem at all. After you.” He gestured at the wooden stairs.

Nate trailed her up the steps; she could feel his gaze boring into her back as they entered the kitchen. Abby restrained from fanning her face at the jolt of heat that hummed in her system whenever he was near.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Maggie Mae Gallagher

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Monday, September 2, 2019

Review Tour: The American Crusade by Mark Spivak

Good morning!  Please welcome author Mark Spivak to Full Moon Dreaming. He is here to tell us about his newest release, The American Crusade. Mark will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning! To find the other stops on Mark's tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post, as well as my review of The American Crusade!



The American Crusade
by Mark Spivak

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GENRE:   Political Thriller

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BLURB:

A power-hungry vice president, a bad batch of shady intelligence, and a sinister plot to destroy Western civilization.

Just another day in America.

On May 1, 2001, a group of radical Islamic terrorists crash a Boeing 737 jet airliner into the Mall of America—and Vice President Robert Hornsby knows his moment is coming. 

The attack kills three thousand American citizens and throws an entire nation into a panic, but all Hornsby sees is an opportunity, a chance to imprint his fanatical values on the soul of the country he loves and become the most powerful vice president in American history. 

With the aid of his affable but ineffectual president; the reluctant, conscience-stricken secretary of defense; and a preening, foppish faith leader with more than a few skeletons in his closet; Hornsby declares war on terror—and anyone who stands in his way. But as media scrutiny of the administration’s actions overseas intensifies, Hornby’s one-man campaign against evil begins to unravel—with striking parallels to the thirteenth century’s doomed Fourth Crusade—and sends the nation spiraling toward another deadly tragedy. 

The American Crusade paints a grim and often cynical picture of America’s recent past, reflecting the attitudes, politics, and fears that shaped our nation in the new millennium. By sampling the contemporaneous French text on the Fourth Crusade, On the Conquest of Constantinople, author Mark Spivak reminds us of that ever-vital adage: “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” 

Fans of The Castle by Jack Pinter, The President Is Missing by Bill Clinton and James Patterson, House of Cards by Michael Dobbs, The Whistler by John Grisham, and the Aaron Sorkin–penned TV drama The West Wing will love this book.




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EXCERPT:

                                                                                                   


The lights from the lanterns flickered against the walls of the cave. It was nearing midnight on May 1 in the tribal areas of Kabulistan, the mountainous and impenetrable regions high up near the Persepostan border. Salman Al-Akbar sat on a cushion, surrounded by his inner circle. Fazil Ahmadi, his director of operations, had just finished briefing him on the aftermath of the Mall of America attack and the subsequent suicide missions around the United States.

“Allah be praised!” Al-Akbar’s normally sad eyes were bright and jubilant. “We have succeeded beyond our wildest expectations, beyond the reach of our dreams. Allah is most with us.”

“This is so,” said Fazil Ahmadi. “Had we dreamed it, it could not have gone better.”

“What time is it now in Washington?”

“Four-thirty in the afternoon, sir.”

“And where is the young American President now?”

“We have no knowledge of his whereabouts, sir. He is in hiding.”

“Hiding?” Al-Akbar’s eyebrows arched toward the ceiling of the cave, and his normally expressionless face was close to registering hilarity. “From whom is he hiding? Robert Hornsby?”

“He has been removed from sight, sir. We suspect they took him to one of their nuclear installations.”

“Do they actually think we are in possession of nuclear weapons?”

“We believe it is a precaution on their part, sir.”

“Allah be praised!” Al-Akbar clapped his hands in glee. “This is beyond our imagining. Everything has gone off perfectly, with synchronized precision.”

“They will most certainly retaliate, sir.”

“Against whom?” asked Al-Akbar with contempt. “Our forces are safe. The loyalty of the warlords is secure, and they will not betray us.”                                                                                           
           
“We believe their most likely target will be the Dua Khamail. They will wage war against them and will surely defeat them. Then, they will restore Selim Hanjuk to power.”

“Let them have the Dua Khamail.” Al-Akbar shrugged. “To us, it matters not who is the ruler of Kabulistan. Any war they wage against the innocent population can only help us. It will bring more recruits to our side.”

“This is true.”

“One thing I will guarantee you. They may topple the government of Kabulistan, or all of the governments of the earth, but they will never be at peace again. As they fall off to sleep, they will see us in their nightmares.”

“Yes, sir. Our position is strong, and the Americans can only immerse themselves in quicksand by invading Kabulistan. They will never find us, much less defeat us.”

“Their memories are short,” mused Al-Akbar. “They forget that the Russians tried and failed. It was their Vietnam. And the Americans are far weaker than the Russians. They do not have the will for a prolonged conflict.”

“Let us not underestimate their military strength, sir.”

“These infidels are like the Crusaders of old.” Al-Akbar’s fingers worked prayer beads in the darkness of the cave. “They have many troops, they have excellent weapons, and they have knowledge of warfare. But they lack the fire of belief, as well as the support of their people. And they do not have Allah on their side.” He smiled approvingly at his lieutenant. “You have done well today. And soon we will do better still. Today is the beginning of the great Jihad. Nearly eight hundred years ago, the East was ruled by Saladin and the true believers were victorious. That day will come again.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

In the realm of non-fiction, award-winning author Mark Spivak focuses on wine, spirits, food, restaurants and culinary travel. His first book, Iconic Spirits: An Intoxicating History, was published by Lyons Press in 2012. He followed this with Moonshine Nation (Lyons Press, 2014), hailed as the definitive book on illegal corn whiskey in America. From 1994-1999 he was the wine writer for the Palm Beach Post, and was honored for excellence in wine criticism “in a graceful and approachable style.” Since 2001 he has been the Wine & Spirits Editor for the Palm Beach Media Group, and contributes to a number of national magazines. He is also the holder of the Certificate and Advanced Diplomas from the Court of Master Sommeliers.


Mark’s first novel, Friend of the Devil, was published by Black Opal Books in May 2016. Set in Palm Beach in 1990, it tells the story of America’s most famous chef, who has sold his soul to the Devil for fame and fortune. 


Mark also has an endless fascination with the American political system and is an avid follower of Washington politics. His second novel, The American Crusade (a gripping political thriller set during the invasion of Iraq, which dips into the shadowy world of government conspiracy and political sabotage), will be released by TCK Publishing on April 4. He is currently at work on Impeachment, the sequel to The American Crusade.

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 Topic: How would the Founding Fathers view the current political situation?


While most people would probably say they’d be horrified, the real question is why:
In 1776, there was no professional political class. The Founding Fathers were men who were successfully engaged in a range of real-life occupations. George Washington started his career as a surveyor, and later became a wealthy landowner; Benjamin Franklin was a printer, among other things, and Paul Revere was a silversmith.

When the need for a revolution occurred, it required a sacrifice on their part: They were forced to abandon their families and businesses to fight a war and found a nation. These men were patriots, citizens who served their country out of duty. They never dreamed of a situation where office holders would become the equivalent of highly-paid welfare recipients.

Because they lived in the real world, the Founding Fathers operated with common sense. They devised the system of checks and balances so that all three branches of government would be equal, and to avoid having one dominate the other. In doing so, of course, they were mindful of the monarchy they had just fought to overthrow, and they wanted to make certain that the government could not be ruled by a tyrant.

Thus, the next thing they never dreamed of was that their system of checks and balances would become a recipe for gridlock. They were aiming for fairness, for parity, for a sense of balance. They couldn’t have imagined a situation where the Executive and Legislative branches would fight to the death to prevent the other side from accomplishing anything, and where the loser would take their grievance to the courts.

Because they were citizens temporarily serving their nation, the Founding Fathers could also never anticipate that nearly 10% of the population would be working for the government (either state or federal), or that there would be twice as many government workers as manufacturing employees. They’d probably stunned by the bloated, inefficient Cabinet departments in Washington, D.C.
They would be quite startled by the fact that women are allowed to vote, along with non-members of the economic elite. In the early days of the republic, the right to vote was limited to landholders and wealthy individuals. When they look back at history, activists who complain about voter suppression should realize that the Founding Fathers invented the practice (and were much better at it than anyone in the present day).

On the positive side, regardless of any and all glitches in our current system, there’s little doubt the Founding Fathers would be proud of us. They’d likely be amazed that their experiment in democracy had lasted more than 200 years, and that—despite its problems—had mutated into one of the most egalitarian countries on the face of the earth.

The American Crusade
Author: Mark Spivak
Publisher: TCK Publishing
American release date: April 1, 2019
Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Political Thriller/259 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★

The United States of America has suffered the unspeakable—a major terrorist assault on American shores, at the Mall of America in Minneapolis, which has left some three thousand citizens dead, including the brave souls on an airliner who wrestled the terrorists for control of the plane but who still died tragically. Robert Hornsby is the vice-president to George Cane, the aw shucks president whose uncle previously held the office. Cane was away from the White House when the attack occurred. A quick-thinking Hornsby had him flown to safety and then took control of the situation, although he claimed that President Cane was directing operations from his command post in Cheyenne Mountain. The blame for this outrageous act is placed on an radical Muslim group called Husam al-Din. What the public doesn’t know is that the administration, including Hornsby, had had advance notice of the attacks.

The head of Husam al-Din is a terrorist named Salman al-Akbar. His current location is unknown, but he is believed to be hiding in a cave in the mountains of Kabulistan. Kabulistan is ruled by the Dua Khamail, although the extent of their allegiance to Husam al-Din is not known.

Hornsby’s aide, Scott Leventhal, approaches the vice-president with an explosive revelation—the administrative assistant to a congressman from Michigan, David Burnham, appears to be gay. And closeted. Which makes him vulnerable to blackmail. This is interesting information to have indeed.  At the moment, they don’t see the US as being in a position to move against Husam al-Din strongholds in Kabulistan until the Dua Khamail are toppled and the former rulesr, Selim Hanjuk, is back in power. Meanwhile, intelligence indicates that the neighboring country of Sumeristan is stockpiling dangerous weapons, including chemical weapons and poisons. Military forces are diverted to deliver the people of Sumeristan from its brutal dictator and uphold the people’s right to a democracy.

But is this even the truth, or a ploy to invade Sumeristan?

People outside the inner circle are beginning to put things together, but will they be able to do anything with the knowledge? Who can be trusted in this all-too-familiar game of politics? Which side is the President on, or is he as much of a dupe as anyone else?

It’s not hard to see from the outset that The American Crusade is a thinly veiled retelling and imagining of 9/11, disguised as the May Day attack on the Mall of the Americas. George Cane is George Bush Jr and Hornsby is Dick Cheney. The former president, Bill Hampton, whose wife Bethany is the senator from New York isn’t hard to figure out either. Hornsby and his cronies ride roughshod over ethics and morals, doing what they perceive to be in the best interests of the country… or is it their own?  Perhaps this is a testament to the corollary that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

The terrorist in hiding is obviously the Ayatollah Khomeini, while the dictator Hornsby wishes to overthrow is Saddam Hussein, with the claim that he possesses weapons of mass destruction.
Although the story is based on history, this is an interesting take, and Hornsby is an interesting choice for the main focus of the book. He is ruthless to the nth degree and determined to get what he wants, no matter the price. Is this what really happened? I have no idea, but it’s as good a theory as any. Did the government possess foreknowledge of 9/11, much as they did the attack on Pearl Harbor years earlier?

Conservatives may not care for this tale, as their side does not come off particularly well. But the story is compelling, and I found myself very curious to see what would happen next. I would recommend it if you’re into political intrigue and seeing bad guys get their comeuppance.







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Friday, August 30, 2019

Virtual Book Tour: The Secrets Between Us by Katie Mettner

Good morning! Please welcome author Katie Mettner to Full Moon Dreaming. She is here today to tell us about her newest release, The Secrets Between Us.  Katie will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning! To find the other stops on her tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!



The Secrets Between Us
by Katie Mettner
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GENRE:   Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

Of three things I was certain...

The first?

Mercy was exquisite in the most devastatingly broken way.

The second?

I didn’t know how to love, but for the first time in my life, I wanted to try.

The third?

The secrets between us could tear us apart forever.

I wouldn’t let that happen.


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EXCERPT:



“I came by to apologize,” he said, relaxing back in the chair like he owned the place.

“For?” I asked, sitting across from him in the other club chair.

“For being rude the other night,” he answered. “I’ve found myself in a bit of a surly mood lately and I apologize if I took it out on you.”

I bit my lower lip and tipped my head to the right. “Same, actually. Truce?” I asked, sticking out my left hand.

He leaned forward and shook it, somewhat awkwardly. “Truce.”

“Great, how about a drink then?” I asked before I thought too hard about it.

“I could definitely use one,” he agreed. “What do you have?”

“Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, or Captain Morgan,” I answered instantly.

His brow went up. “Clearly, you like the boys. I guess I don’t have to worry about you being a lesbian.”

A smirk lifted one side of my lips. “I’m strictly dickly.” I stood and walked to the kitchen door. “Now, who will it be?”

“Jack and Coke?” he ordered, and I walked off to the kitchen nodding.

“Be right back,” I said over my shoulder.

Once alone in the kitchen I blew out a long, slow, unsteady breath. The fact that I had a man in my living room was unnerving. The fact that it was him was terrifying. And, strictly dickly? Did I say that?





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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Katie Mettner writes small-town romantic tales filled with epic love stories and happily-ever-afters. She proudly wears the title of, 'only person to lose her leg after falling down the bunny hill,' and loves decorating her prosthetic with the latest fashion trends. She lives in Northern Wisconsin with her own happily-ever-after and three mini-me’s. Katie has a massive addiction to coffee and Twitter, and a lessening aversion to Pinterest— now that she’s quit trying to make the things she pins.

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 Thank you for hosting me and The Secrets Between Us on your blog today! My name is Katie Mettner and I write from a little space overlooking the lake in Northern Wisconsin. I have three kids — my daughter is a sophomore in college, and my two sons are just finishing high school. When I’m not writing I’m busy doing laundry, cooking, baking, being a band mom, and wrangling my very special lizard Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

The Secrets Between Us is one of those books where the main characters are taken out of their environment and thrown together in a way they normally wouldn’t be. In that vein, I thought it would be fun to do an “either or” to learn more about them.

Either Or with Hayes Rutherford
Tea or coffee? Coffee. Tea is for the weak. I want my coffee hot, strong, black, and bottomless.
Hot or cold? I live in North Dakota. We don’t have ‘hot.’ We have cold and a little less cold.
Movie or book? Movie. I spend my entire day reading. When I want to relax, I always enjoy a good flick. Especially when I’m relaxing in my bed with a naked blonde snuggled under my arm, if you know what I mean. *Wiggles brows*
Coke or Pepsi? Coke, Pepsi isn’t good with Jack Daniels.
Toilet paper – over or under? Why is this a question? Is this a super important thing in life? If you have to know, over. Under is SO wrong.
Morning person or Night owl? In my line of work, I can say with all honesty it depends on what I’m involved in that day. I’ve learned to be both a morning person and a night owl. Sometimes both in the same day. *Pauses and stares at the ceiling* Whoa, I just realized what everyone tells me is true. I am a workaholic and don’t know how to have a normal relationship in life. *Makes mind blowing motion* Damn, ‘either or’ is more intense than I expected it to be.
Shower or bath? Shower. If I want to hang around in hot water I’m going in the jacuzzi. Preferably with a naked blonde under my arm. *wiggles brows* Of course, the blonde can join me in the shower as well.
City or country? I prefer the city for the conveniences it offers. Sometimes, the concrete jungle gets to me though, so I head to the country. As long as they have wi-fi I’m happy! *Pauses* Damn, there’s that workaholic thing again.
Jazz or Classical? *Turns up lip* Neither. How about some 80s punk rock? That’s more my speed.
Social Media or book? *Gags* BOOK! Social media is everything that is wrong with this world. I don’t want to know what all the people I went to high school with ate for dinner or that their favorite sports team is winning. I’ll take literature for 1000, Alex.
Cake or pie? Cake. No, pie. No, cake.
Top or bottom? Bottom. Wait, are we talking about sex or pajamas? This question confuses me. There are so many ways I could answer this. *waves hands* Okay. Sex — top, I love staring into her eyes. Pajamas — bottoms.
Either Or with Mercy Johnson
Tea or coffee? Coffee. Tea is for the weak. People say it’s weird that I drink day old coffee. I don’t think it’s weird. As long as it’s strong and hot, I’ll drink it.
Hot or cold? I live on a lake in North Dakota. We don’t have ‘hot.’ We have cold and a little bit less cold. I don’t think I would survive in hot. I’d probably shrivel up like a dried up orange the second the sun hit me.
Movie or book? Book. I love reading. It’s peaceful and relaxing at the end of a long day. There is nothing like snuggling up next to the fire or under my blanket and reading a good book. Mysteries and thrillers for me!
Coke or Pepsi? Coke. Pepsi is awful with Jack Daniels.
Toilet paper – over or under? This is very concerning for people, isn’t it? Why are we like this as humans? Over. Under is like putting your underwear on backward. You don’t mean to do it and it’s okay to fix it immediately.
Morning person or Night owl? Morning. I’m always up early at Cashmere Camp. There’s always snowplowing to do and chores that require daylight. Once the dark settles in, it’s hard to do much safely around the camp.
Shower or bath? Shower. I don’t understand sitting in a tub full of water that’s full of soap. Like, do you have to stand up and rinse it all off? Then you might as well take a shower! If I want to sit in warm water I’ll sit in the hot tub on my deck.
City or country? Country. I lived in the city once and got the t-shirt I never wear. Give me wide open spaces, plenty of sunshine, fresh air, and no one around to bother me and I’m a happy woman.
Social Media or book? Uhhhh, social media? I don’t do social media, so book by default. Social media scares me. I … uh … no, no social media. Is it hot in here? I don’t feel well…
Cake or pie? Pie. No, cake. No, pie. Hell, I’ll eat either, or, and all. Before you ask, apple not cherry and chocolate not white.
Top or bottom? Is this a trick question? Are we talking about sex or pajamas here? I don’t know how to answer this question. I … uh… is it hot in here? I don’t feel well …


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