From Compton to Congress Virtual Book Tour

As part of the sponsorship, our book of the month gets a virtual book tour with Enchanted Book Promotions.  From Compton to Congress will be on several blogs from today to January 22.  Below is the schedule.  Take a minute to stop by these blogs and show your support by leaving a comment or two.

January 8th: Starter Day Party @ I Heart Reading

January 8th: Promo Post @ Nesie’s Place

January 11th: Promo Post @ Stormy Night Reviewing

January 12th: Promo Post @ Author C.A. Milson’s Blog

January 13th: Promo Post @ T’s Stuff

January 15th: Author Interview @ The Single Librarian

January 17th: Book Review @ I Heart Reading

January 19th: Book Excerpt @ Bookish Madness

January 20th: Promo Post @ Editor Charlene’s Blog

January 22nd: Book Excerpt @ Nesie’s Place

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Spotlight On: Eden- Regaining Our Spiritual Freedom


Eden:Regaining Our Spiritual Freedom

By Chet Shupe

Genre: Non-fiction Self-Help

Publication Date: September 2011

Publisher: Acacia Publishing, Inc.



Eden- Regaining our Spiritual Freedom  –  By Chet Shupe

Spiritual freedom, as presented in Eden, is rooted in brain dysfunction—mine.

Eden is an engineer’s perspective on the human condition—based on system control theory, not sociology.

What we each are looking for is to Love and to be Loved, but have created a world that offers only wealth and privilege.

In Eden we lived in the moment — according to the sensibilities of our souls

  • Loving and being loved is attending to one anther’s present needs
  • Seeking wealth and privilege is attending to the future

We expelled ourselves from Eden by trying to secure the future

  • Subjugated ourselves to legal systems—Kings, Gods, States, Institutions
  • To control our future we must that take care of ourselves according to the law of the land

In our natural state we gifted our brothers and sisters with our presence and unique skills

  • We didn’t worry about ourselves. Our brothers and sisters took care of us
  • To take care of life, and allow ourselves to be taken care of by life, is what intimacy is about. It is how we become part of the web of life. By trying to control the future we have separated ourselves from life.

What is happiness?

  • Happiness is intimacy. Given basic needs, if you have intimacy then you are happy.
  • Without intimacy, life is largely an issue of pain management – via religion, ideology, entertainment, technology, etc. Without intimacy, we live in pursuit of happiness.

Intimacy requires that we trust our lives to the human spirit.

Our spirits have existed for as long as our kind, upwards of 200,000 years, most of which was without legal systems. As such, our spirits are uniquely equipped to manage the future by attending to the moment.

Natural families are the key to intimacy

Trust our lives to others without separate legal and monetary identities, and without rules on the wall or on file that specify how we will serve one another.

The nucleus of that family, I speculate, will be a sisterly bond. The men, the brotherhood, will join, by the grace of the women, to help, support, and protect them and their children.

Eden is accessible to any body of people, who, having seen through the illusion of future control, are ready to trust their lives to the human spirit as manifest in one another.

Author Bio

Chet Shupe’s professional background is in Electronics Engineering. As a young engineer never did he imagine he would someday be developing a thesis that addresses a broad spectrum of sociological issues. At some point at mid career however, he was inspired to apply his background in control theory to the human condition by looking at the brain as the controller of the life of the species. This has led to an engineering based, rather than a religious, sociological, psychological, or philosophically based assessment of the human condition. Out of this has come a unique perspective addressing the perplexing issues that increasingly face us, including, among others, our lack of intimacy and habitat destruction. Why is our world essentially without relational intimacy, when that is what we want most is to love and be loved? And why are we destroying the habitat that we need to survive?

To Shupe, the two issues are related, plus myriads of other ills from which our culture suffers. Shupe offers his answer regarding the source of these issues, and also suggests a path by which to recover our natural state of intimacy in our relationships and of harmony with the natural world.

A sociological view of the world we live in.


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Featured Essay published in Palo Verde Pages – October/December 2010 issue, available on Kindle



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Spotlight on: Superheroes Wear Faded Denim

Superheroes Wear Faded Denim

Author: Law Reigns

Genre: New Adult fantasy romance

Blissany Cherry is tired of sleeping around. Her neurologists’ sleep solutions have failed her. Now that her bizarre sleeping habits have begun to include week long dreams she has resorted to her own methods for a cure.

METHOD ONE: CONTROL DREAMS. All attempts to morph dreams about a gorgeous warrior into romantic fantasies are thwarted. He keeps on insisting she is destined to marry a great king and lead their armies into war. At the end of every dream he asks her: will you fight the war and save mankind?

She laughs in his face.

METHOD TWO: RESIST! Blissany has plans for her life. None include fighting an intergalactic war.  When her dreams begin spilling over into reality, she is forced to make a decision that will forever redefine her life. Standing between destiny and desire, she is left with only one option.


Author Bio

Law Reigns has an odd obsession with romance. At the advice of her friends, she gave up the plight of playing cupid in their lives. Developing her own characters to manipulate proved to be more rewarding. After having studied creative writing at the University of Florida, she decided to write Superheroes Wear Faded Denim. A proud Gator alumni, she based  her novel where blood runs orange and blue. She personally invites all adventure druggies and love fanatics to dive into the pages of Faded Denim, a story that transforms a swampy, southern town into a battlefield for life and love.











Book Excerpts

Blissany’s heart skipped a beat. He was referring to her dreams. Am I in another? She could very well be. It wasn’t like her dreams gave her any warning. Coming sporadically, they were plane rides into other realms. Sometimes they caused her to sleep for a couple hours, sometimes several days. There a Roman boy with verdant eyes and curly hair black as fresh paint lived. Named Gabriel, he told her she was created to fight a grandiose war between good and evil. She ignored her dreams even though they caused her to oversleep for classes. What a mistake that had been. As soon as she awoke from this nightmare, she was seeking a neurologist. Such an endeavor took a lot of money and time. As a college senior, those were two things she didn’t have. Yet she was going to find it. She could not continue living with this mental disease.

“You don’t want to do this,” Wanikiya said. “If you did you wouldn’t have waited till the curse ate your heart.”

“I’ve contemplated my choices. I know what I’m to do.” Temeluchus asked Blissany the question again.

“Will you fight or not?”

“I don’t believe—”

“Wait until you have all the information, Fairest. You have two choices. If you say yes, even though you’ve shown selflessness, you have waged war. War means a fight to the death, and I will slay you right here. If you say no, I will slay this clerk behind the jewelry counter. So the question really becomes lucid. Who do you want to live more, yourself or others?”

“This demeans you,” Wanikiya said.

“Answer the question, Fair Cherry,” Temeluchus said, ignoring Wanikiya.

Blissany’s lips trembled. She looked at Kristie frozen in time. Out of all the dreams I could have. Kristie’s mouth was slightly agape. Her eyes still wide with excitement. They matched the emerald towel she held in her hands. She was so young she only had a few smile wrinkles around the corners of her mouth. Blissany wanted Kristie to live just as much as she wanted to live, but she knew this was all a dream. For it to end, she would have to give an answer.


Excerpt Two

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Blissany shivered. Wanikiya was serious. “You’re 18 years old. You can’t know that.”

“I’ve always been very apt at knowing what I want.”

“You’re three years younger—”

“Two years. I turn nineteen in two weeks.”

“What I’m saying is we’re both too young to want marriage. We haven’t even explored the dating world. There’s so many people, so many experiences, Demi would add so many sexual encounters to be had.”

“Since when have I cared—I didn’t just roll out of bed wanting to do this. I have thought about this for months. We know everything there is to know about each other.”

“We’re friends.”

“It’s rare we even go a day without talking.”

“That’s why you want to marry me. You don’t spend time with other women.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Blissany. You are my best friend. I have fallen in love with you over the last 4 years. I want us to be more than friends. I want you to be my own body, my own flesh.”

That was his odd way of saying he wanted to make her his little wife. She swallowed. She could just imagine it. At first he would give her the world, spending thousands of dollars to make her wedding everything that she wanted. Demi would be so jealous. Then when they finally married, she’d be expected to do nothing. Wanikiya would go off to work every day leaving her to achieve her dreams of becoming an artist. He’d buy her gifts like BMWs and trips to Maui, feed her steak dinners, and take her on weekend excursions to Europe. What about sex? She imagined they would have missionary sex which would inevitably become dull after several years of marriage. The allure of the money would wear off as well. Sooner or later Wanikiya would age beyond her level of human understanding. He already had the wisdom of a 70-year-old seer. What would he be like when he was 30? He’d probably start speaking to her in psalms, developing expectations she become a religious leader like him. She’d fail miserably. He would become disappointed with her. She’d want lots of sex. He would think she was a fiend. Soon enough she would be known as that little wife who failed to rise to her husband’s standards. Pictures of her straying off to have love affairs would become viral video blogs.

“Oh God no,” Blissany began in horror. The image was an ulcer festering in her mind. “It wouldn’t work out. I can’t.”

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Spotlight & Giveaway on C U @ 8

Picture Do your kids ever really leave?
Fenella Fisher and Suki Rabinowitz are middle-aged single mothers whose children have left home and started on their own lives and careers. But Suki’s son Josh is a cocaine-addict who supposedly fathered a baby on a visit to the UK; and Fenella’s daughter Kirsty has just been dumped and is feeling miserable. Fenella and Suki decide they need to step in to help their children and hatch a plan to sort out Josh’s mess and find Kirsty a suitable man, with some hilarious consequences. After interviewing prospective husbands for Kirsty at Waves Restaurant and Bar, they discover that a good man is hard to find.

Publisher: Createspace
Release Date: March 2012
Genre: Contemporary Fiction




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Short Story: Stella’s Silent World By Jean Mckie-Sutton


By Jean Mckie-Sutton

Stella wore a pair of faded blue jeans molded to her round hips and thighs and tucked into her black, spike-heeled boots. Shiny silver dots speckled her white v-neck sweater, and a pendant necklace dipped between her breasts. The chandelier earrings dangling to her shoulders swung back and forth when she turned her head. Her coarse, raven hair hung to her waist. Thick, heavy make-up coated her lips and cocoa skin, but it was her eyes that haunted and dwelled within the mind long after leaving her presence. Stella’s large, searching eyes were dark, deep pools of raw emotion. As a little girl, they likely proclaimed her innocence and wonder, but now her eyes betrayed her, revealing years of grief and sorrow.

Stella existed in a world with no sound from the moment she was born. Sound was a feeling that caused vibrations to course through her bones, and words and phrases spewed forth from her hands in gestures and signs like some flamboyant orchestra conductor. For months I sat on a stoop across the street and observed Stella and her tiny, two- story home. Two faded wooden chairs with tattered straw seat cushions sat on either side of the door. Old newspapers still rolled and bound with taut rubber bands mingled with the leaves scattered across the concrete ground. A tabby cat sat in the downstairs window beneath a splintered blind.

As I watched, Stella emerged from the house and stood on her front porch with her hands on her hips, her weight shifted to her right leg. A Chevy rounded the corner. The man at the wheel smiled when his eyes rested on Stella, he beeped his horn, rolled down the window and yelled, “Hey sexy lady”!

Stella gazed at him with her head to one side, then shifted her gaze to stare off into the distance, her mind in some far off place. He slowed momentarily, waiting for Stella to respond, then floored the gas pedal and continued driving down the street.

I only knew three certain facts about Stella. She grew up in a boarding school for the hearing impaired. When she was a little girl, her mother abandoned her baby brother, and Stella perpetuated her mother’s sin, for she too had abandoned her own child.

When she went back inside, I finally mustered the courage to knock on her front door. A teenage girl, just a few years younger than me, opened the door.

“I know who you are”, she said. “You’re here to see her, aren’t you?”

Fearful of sobbing if I opened my mouth to speak, I simply nodded. The young girl pointed toward the rear of the house. I stepped into the dim living room. It smelled of Stella’s grocery store perfume, old musty carpet, and the fish frying on the stove. I approached the kitchen and Stella where she sat in a worn wooden chair identical to the furniture on the front porch. A woman sat to her right. Stella’s hands spoke to the woman, then stopped mid-air when she looked into my eyes. Her lips trembled, and a single tear slid down her cheek onto her breast. She stood and walked toward me, then stopped and cradled her arms as if holding an infant. She rocked the missing infant in her arms.

“Yes, Mother,” I said aloud to the woman who knew no sound, “I am the child you left behind.”

 Stella’s Silent World was written by Mocha Girl Jean McKie-Sutton as apart of her blog tour promoting her new book The Fruit of Our Sin.  Please take a minute to visit the other stops on her tour.  And leave a comment or two!


July 3 – Introduction at VBT Cafe’ Blog
July 6 – Guest Blogging at Wise Words
July 10 – Review & Guest Blogging at The Lucky Ladybug
July 12 – Reviewed & Interviewed at A Book Lover’s Library
July 16 –  Interviewed at My World 
July 18 –  Interviewed at Reviews & Interviews 
July 20 –  Reviewed at Books, Books, and More Books 
July 23 – Reviewed & Guest Blogging at Words I Write Crazy  
July 25 – Guest Blogging at AZ Publishing Services
July 27 –  Guest Blogging at Reading, Writing, and More 
July 30 – Reviewed & Interviewed at Nita Bee’s WebBlog
August 1 – Guest Blogging at Mocha Girl Reads
August 3 – Reviewed at The Story of a Girl…
August 7 – Interviewed by Louise James
August 9 – Interviewed at Mass Musings

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