Monday, June 18, 2018

Conch Shell Confessions by Dax Marie Blog Tour


CONCH SHELL CONFESSIONS by Dax Marie, Memoir, 202 pp., $13.99 (paperback) $3.03 (kindle)



Title: CONCH SHELL CONFESSIONS

Author: Dax Marie

Publisher: Author House

Pages: 202

Genre: Memoir

This is a book about love: hunting it, chasing it, losing it, tripping, and falling into it.


And yes, it’s a book about sex: hunting it, chasing it, losing it, tripping from it, and falling onto…ahem…it.




But more than anything, it’s a book about self-discovery, navigating
the learning curve of adulting, and learning the kind of tough lessons
that only come when you have to pick yourself off the floor, block a
guy’s phone number (for the second time), and clean some curious stains
off your dress.


I dove headfirst into love and sex, and for better or worse, they
have taught me that sometimes you just need to try the world on for size
to really understand what it is you want and learn who you are. So
here’s my experience in the world of men.

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Epigraph
Because lord knows I need one.
    Ladies, this is a book about men (or maybe they could be more accurately defined as boys…little boys). So, if you have ever found yourself with the wrong guy (or guys as I have mistakenly done), I am so sorry. If you have ever had to deal with heartbreak, frustration, or immaturity due to boy-kind, I would like to apologize for their actions, too, because lord knows they never will. Can I do that? Just apologize for the inferior gender like that? Oh well, I’m going to anyway.
    The dating struggle is real, and I feel your pain. Know that you don’t stand alone in your dating of dipshits and DEFINITELY know that I understand (and that it’s okay) if sometimes you’re the dipshit because of the men you choose for yourself. As some clichĂ© somewhere once said, you live and you learn. So let’s start making our way towards finding ourselves and learning about love. Oh, the happy struggles of vagina-hood.
    Some of you men out there might be worried that you’re going to show up in these pages. Some of you will be right––but not to worry my sweet boys, I have changed your names to ones that I find more befitting of you. So if you don’t like it, I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t have been so deserving of such colorful nicknames.















Dax Marie was five or so, when the man that she would otherwise call,
“father” gave Dax her issues. What’s the medical terminology for that?
Oh, Daddy Issues! For nearly the whole of her life she has tried to deny
this grave medical condition and up until about seven years ago, she
was doing alright. By no means was she swimming through the world with
ease, but she did like aight (that’s hood talk for alright).




It was not until sometime in high school when she discovered her
self-diagnosed condition. Sigmund Freud (you may have heard of him, he’s
like a coke-head genius) told Dax (in a text book) that she has Penis
Envy. Poor thing, she was absolutely flabbergasted!




“Me, Dax Marie? Associated with male genitalia?” she thought to herself.




So, it was then and there, her junior year of high school that she knew what


she was destined for…MEN.




Dax’s latest book is the memoir, Conch Shell Confessions.


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Interview by Dax Marie:

How did you come up with name of this book?
    Are you ready for my literary dorky-ness to come through?! I LOVE alliteration so it took me awhile to find Conch Shell Confessionals. I was laying in bed one night playing with different title ideas in my head and I just sort of stumbled upon it…conch…shell…confessionals.

Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?
    I’m actually not a huge reader but I am a sucker for musician biographies and Bukowski. I love the romantic gritty truthfulness of Bukowski—Women—come on!

Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why?
    Give me lots and lots of NOISE!!! I need music and the cacophonous symphony of a coffee shop to conduct me through my writing.

What do you feel you can accomplish with this book?
    On a personal level, I believe I’ve accomplished the art of letting go. Looking back and writing these stories of the guys I’ve dated, the places I’ve been, and the mistakes I’ve made has helped me move on beyond myself. I feel as though I’ve released these embarrassing bits into the world and now I am capable of diving deeper creatively. Beyond me, I hope that Conch Shell Confessionals allows at least one reader to realize that they deserve a two-sided selfless love from another but more than anything I hope that it encourages them to embrace their quirkiness and their flaws.

What is your next project?
    Currently I am working on a short film that I wrote called Amor sin amantes or Love without Lovers. I don’t want to give too much away but I will tell you that it’s a story about a man and a woman in love but when the man unexpectedly dies, the woman is faced with a decision that she can never undo. We’re set to film in June!





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The Jamie Reynolds Chronicles by Casandra Charles


Lust
& Lies
The
Jamie Reynolds Chronicles Book 1
by
Casandra Charles


Genre:
Urban Drama, Romance



JR
was young, single, making money, enjoying life and on top of her game
as a successful event manager in Atlanta, Georgia. After graduating
from Clark Atlanta University, she focused most of her life on her
career, driven by the need to prove herself while working in a men’s
field. Atlanta was all about keeping up with the Joneses and JR knew
just how to do it. After seven years in Atlanta, she abruptly moved
back to New York to be with her family when her dad had a near-death
experience. During her move, she met Toni, a single, blue-collar,
strong-minded guy who quickly swept her off her feet with his
lies.



Love
was never on her mind, but Toni was different (she thought). Even
though they were at two different places in life, JR let her guard
down and welcomed him in. After only a few months of their
long-distance relationship, things started to move really fast,
making JR really nervous. Then the drama began as Toni suddenly moved
in with her and she started uncovering the hidden secrets of the real
person.

As
JR was coming to terms with the idea of Toni being in her life, she
remained torn between him and her past in Atlanta. A past that
included David, her on-again, off-again lover who was everything JR
wanted in a man: well-educated with a successful career, good looks,
and the drive to want more of everything that Toni didn’t have.
However, even after two years of dating, their relationship was like
oil and water: they just didn’t mix. As Toni’s real personality
was revealed, David looked more and more like the safe place for JR.
When her current situation started to heat up, JR began wishing she
had her old life back.

The
Jamie Reynolds Chronicles: Lust and Lies is just the beginning as JR
tries to find the right balance in her life; however, that happy
balance is not so easy find, especially when it’s full of lust and
lies.



Excerpt:

What a Mess…
“Hey, girl, how was your time in Atlanta?”
“It was cool, Angela, but too short. I didn’t even want to leave.”
“I am so happy for you and Toni. He seems like a really good guy.”
“Thanks, Ang, he is. He really is. I have so much work to do these next few weeks. As
much fun as I had in Atlanta, it really set me back. I’ve been spending more than I’ve
been making. I have to be on my grind these next few months. I was thinking about
picking up a tax job for the next few months.”
“You and this tax job thing.”
“Come on, Ang, you know most of my clients pay under the table; I need a tax job.
Besides, the extra cash will come in handy. So a nine-to-five gig would be helpful right
now.”
“What you going to do? Go back to bartending or retail?”
“I don’t know yet, I was thinking retail. This is a new city and all, and I’m not too
familiar with the club scene round here. It might be safe to do a retail gig since I’m living
by myself and all. I’ll keep you posted. I’m about to walk into this crazy house in a
minute. I’ll call you later.”
“Alright, Jamie, I’ll talk to you later.”
***
Finally after seven hours of heavy cleaning and packing away, my new place started to
look livable.
“I deserve a drink for all my hard work,” I said to myself as I walked over to my
cabinet full of large bottles of liquor and began to make myself a much-needed drink.
“What do I have a taste for? Malibu Bay breeze, peach Long Island or a sex on the
beach.” I took a long pause and decided to fix myself a peach Long Island.
Ring, ring, ring.
“Hello.”
“Hey, what you doing?”
“Nothing, I just finished cleaning up and I’m about to fix myself a drink.”
“Who is at the house with you?”
“Nobody, I’m by myself, why?”
“You’re making yourself a drink by yourself?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Only alcoholics drink by themselves,” Toni said as he began to laugh.
“I drink by myself all the time and I am not an alcoholic, I’m West Indian. Besides, I
have to refresh my bartending skills sometimes.”
“You’re crazy. What does being from Trinidad and Tobago have to do with anything?
What are you making?”
“I’m making a peach Long Island, and my Trinidadian roots makes drinking a social
affair, as West Indians are very social drinkers, like Italians and wine.”
“Italians and wine, I got it now. Well, enjoy your drink. Wait, what is a peach Long
Island?”
“It’s a Long Island ice tea with peach schnapps instead of triple sec.”
“Damn, you’re making a real drink.”
“Yes, I am, thanks to Mexico. Remember I told you when Angela and I went down
there last year I came back with a suitcase full of liquor.”
“I thought you were exaggerating when you said suitcase.”
“No, I was dead-ass serious. When you spend forty bucks on a medium bottle of Ketel
One in the U.S. it’s like twenty-five bucks in Mexico, or at least the part of Mexico we
went to. I loved it.”
“Spoken like a true alky.”
“Ha, ha, funny. I know how to hold my liquor. Besides, one to two drinks doesn’t
make me an alky.”
“No, one to two drinks a week don’t make you an alky.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I meant one to two drinks a day on certain days.
“Thank you,” I said with a false sense of security. “Anyway, honey, enough ’bout me,
what’s going on with you?”
“Same oh, same oh. Just thinking ’bout this girl I love.”
“Girl you love, are you cheating on me? Because I thought I was the woman you
love.”
“Ha, ha, very cute.”
“Anyway, I’m ’bout to fix dinner, enjoy my drink, take a shower and head to bed. I
have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Is that anything new? I’ll call you later, baby. Love you.”
“Ditto.”





Secrets
Revealed...The Beginning
The Jamie Reynolds
Chronicles Book 2



Just
as Jamie Reynolds, aka JR, stepped outside of her comfort zone and
lets her guard down with Toni, she quickly understood why she had it
up in the first place. Toni was nothing like he pretended to be, and
after three years of his lies, JR finally had had enough and found
the courage to leave. 

JR
didn’t have many friends and was so embarrassed at her life’s
direction she tried to pretend she was okay, but her true friends
knew better. This included David, her past lover, who was happy she
was back in Atlanta, but things just weren’t the same between them.
Maybe because JR was still legally married to Toni, as he refused to
sign the divorce papers, or maybe because David’s life was moving
forward and JR’s life had fallen backwards. 

This
new JR was nothing like her old self. JR was once a strong
independent woman, but now she can’t even look herself in the
mirror without falling apart. After years of lies and now emotional
abuse from Toni, who refuses to let her go, she just couldn’t hold
it all in and finally her emotions started to get the best of her. JR
tried to drink her problems away, which only made things worse, as
she truly lost her direction. Then her life unexpectedly came
crashing down after her friendship with Terry took a turn for the
worse. One by one JR not only lost her old friends, but she also lost
her way, which led JR to seek help. 
Jenny
was JR’s saving grace, and after diving deep into her past, she
finally began to uncover the hidden secrets of the real JR. Secrets
even JR hid from herself. As Jenny encouraged JR to let her guard
down yet again and explore dating, she met Mike, a
twenty-five-year-old young professional who was nothing like Toni. He
was educated, had a thriving career, and truly supported JR even
after watching the drama unfold between Toni and her, but he never
ran, and JR appreciated his strength.
Lust
and Lies was just the beginning as The Jamie Reynolds Chronicles
continues and JR is faced with the newest chapter in her life, a life
full of questionable memories into her past, present and future self.










Pillow Talk
The Jamie Reynolds
Chronicles Book 3



There
are three sides to every story, her side, his side and the truth, as
the men of the Jamie Reynolds Chronicles tell all. Jamie Reynolds,
aka JR, takes center stage of her own reality as she becomes the
focal point of David, her on-again, off again lover who was
everything JR wanted in a man, yet their relationship was like oil
and water—they just didn’t mix. Blue, JR’s first and only
friend with benefits, thought he was okay with his role of friend and
convenient lover, but ultimately the friendship always outshone his
need for something more. Robert, aka Rob, who didn’t see anything
wrong with having his cake and eating it too as he tried to juggle
Maria (his fiancée), JR (his girlfriend) and multiple other
women.

Terry,
JR’s play brother, wanted to do more than just play. Toni, JR’s
blue-collar and now petty and bitter ex, vowed to make JR life
miserable at any cost. Wes, JR’s first high school love, had to
take a backseat as JR grew up and moved on with a successful life as
he still ran the streets, wishing he had JR back again. And Mike, a
younger man who stole JR’s heart, struggled with growing up as he
battled the thoughts in his head and the passion in his
heart. 

Pillow
Talk is a unique twist to the backstory from the point of view of the
men in the Jamie Reynolds Chronicles as they also uncover their true
lust, lies and secrets.












Originally from
Brooklyn, New York, with parents from Trinidad and Tobago. Casandra
“CeCe” Charles graduated college with a BA degree in Mass Media
Arts at Morris Brown College in Atlanta, GA, where she resided for
many years and now has her master’s degree in Adult
Education. 


Casandra always wanted to write a book but
hesitated for many years, as she suffers from adult dyslexia. She
never allowed her disability to hold her back on anything, and she
finally completed her first book, Jamie Reynolds Chronicles: Lust and
Lies, in 2015, Secrets Revealed in 2016 and now Pillow Talk in
2018.

She is the successful owner of Smell the Sunset, LLC,
which is an umbrella company for Creative Encores, LLC, an event
planning business, and What’s Good USA, a Good News website that
highlights good news from around the United States, and now her
newest adventure, author.

Casandra loves to travel and explore
and has a bucket list of places to visit a mile long. She lives by
many mottos, but her favorite one is “Live Laugh Love,” which is
also tattooed on her left arm to remind her every day to Live today,
Laugh often and Love always.











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One Last Heist by Dahlia Donovan


One Last Heist
by Dahlia Donovan

Genre: M/M Romantic Suspense

One
last heist.



It
should’ve been easy. Crack a safe, steal from a villain, and go on
vacation. The last thing Mack and Toshiro expect is to descend into a
nightmare of betrayal.



Mack
Ueda-Easton loves three things: his husband, heists, and his odd
family of friends. He lives life on the edge. The only cloud on his
horizon is the degenerative disease stealing his sight.



Toshiro
Ueda-Easton tries to juggle his husband, his autistic sister, his
interfering mother, and all of their heists. He knows they’re
spiraling out of control and the journey they’re travelling can’t
last.



What
neither of them expect is to get catapulted straight into a dangerous
conspiracy. They’re now in a race to come out on top. If they fail,
the consequences are unimaginable.





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Excerpt:
“Would you just admit you can’t see in the dark?” Toshiro snapped in pure frustration. “Mack. Are you listening to me?”
“I’m fine. My ears work perfectly.”
Fine.
He’s fine.
Right.
Fine, my arse.
Well, my arse is fine.
“You walked into the table.” Toshiro watched in the darkened room through the night vision on his camera while his stubborn husband stumbled around. “And into the sofa—oh, and the wall. Classic. You’re supposed to crack the safe, not take a header into it.”
“Toshi,” Mack whispered his nickname sharply. “Couldn’t you yell at me in Cantonese or Japanese or any one of the hundred languages you speak? It would still be distracting, but I wouldn’t understand a word of it.”
“I speak thirty languages—not a hundred.” Toshiro grinned even though Mack couldn’t see it. “I suppose the point of a timed run-through of cracking the safe might require your full attention. Oh, look, you tripped over the carpet again.”
Toshiro Ueda-Easton.
Gregor Tempest Mackay Ueda-Easton. Fine, fine. I’ll be quiet. Continue walking into the wall, but I’m not explaining your concussion to the others.” Toshiro continued to ramble about the idiotic stubbornness of his husband in Portuguese, one of the many languages he’d picked up over the years. “Idiota.
“I understood that one.” Mack tossed one of the drill bits of his safe-drilling rig in his husband’s general direction—missing him completely. “Keep cussing me out in Spanish.”
“Portuguese.”


Dahlia
Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about
shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and
unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her
life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive
collection of books and video games.




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#Unforgettable Love post for Daniel Banner






Rescue and Redemption by Daniel Banner

JFK, a firefighter for the Park City Fire Department, is tired of being razzed about his classy nickname. He’s lost weight, and even cut back on the swearing and drinking in an effort to fit the image. Still, he believes people never really change at heart. After all, under those muscles that can bench 250, he’s still the same guy. When a striking beauty wanders into his kitchen with her two-year sobriety coin, he wonders if he’s underestimated himself. A guy like him might just get a girl like her.

Mercy Jewell McGovern, recently graduated from college and is in the process of getting her life back on track when she meets JFK. She’s immediately attracted to the capable chef running his precision kitchen at a charity event. But on their first date, it’s obvious he’s used to hanging out with guys, not with a lady. That won’t fly for Mercy. Despite her rowdy past, she knows she’s worthy of someone who knows how to open a door for her and can sit down to Sunday dinner with her extended family, the Jewells, who could write books on manners.

Time after time JFK comes to her rescue, but will she be the one to ultimately save him from settling for less than his best?


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As Mercy walked into the huge, bustling kitchen, she heard a man snap, “Just because it’s a free meal doesn’t mean they get what they pay for!” She saw a large man in a white chef’s coat and big white chef’s hat that fell back behind his head. He went on to tell a middle-aged man who was slicing potatoes, “These little pieces are going to be starch-mush and these big fat ones will be crunchy. You can’t cook a dime and a hockey puck in the same dish. Keep it consistent, keep it quality.”

“Yes, Chef,” said the man with the dedication of a reality food show contestant.

The chef took a step over to another counter where a row of women were washing and peeling potatoes and picked up a perfectly peeled specimen. “If I need eggs peeled I know who to come to, but we’re making gourmet.” He grabbed a potato out of a huge bowl that had bits of peel still on it. “Gourmet, Mrs. Huxton. It’s like regular food but with more mistakes and smaller portions.”

“Yes, Chef,” she said and screwed up her face as she worked on peeling potatoes in a less perfectionist manner.

The chef was young to be so in charge, maybe 25 or 26. His facial features were large and manly and his eyes took in everything from under a strong brow. His jaw was just as strong and his big lips looked like they could be kissed for hours without wearing out. It had been a while since a man’s physical appearance had such an effect on Mercy, and she shook her head to clear it and get back to work.

It was obvious the chef wanted good work done in his kitchen and he didn’t really care about what people thought about him. Yeah, his bedside manner could be more coddling with the volunteers and paid workers, but they seemed to respond to his brusque manner.

Mercy found his manner attractive, as well as the way his kitchen buzzed with people getting things done right. His big, strong face was just plain sexy, she found herself thinking again. He was nothing like a chiseled marble statue, more like Tarzan, King of the Jungle, but not as ripped. Under the chef jacket he was carrying some extra weight, but he carried it just fine.

The name badge pinned to his chest strictly read, Chef.

“Looking for a job?” he asked her, and she realized she’d been staring. “Or just admiring the specimen?” He spread his hands wide to let her see all of him.

Mercy smiled and brushed her hair back behind one ear and wondered if he liked edgy hair styles. “I’m Mercy, the Volunteer Coordinator for today.”

“Oh good.” Projecting his voice toward some people chopping green beans, he said, “Now I know who to call when Jeff chops his fingers off.”

“I’m being more careful, Chef,” said a skinny man in glasses without looking up.

“What’s your name?” asked Mercy.

“JFK.”

“I like your hat,” she told him.

“Thanks, I like your …” he looked at the shaved side of her head, the small stud in her nose, then at her coat, her Chuck Taylors, then his eyes stopped briefly on her neck where a couple of her tattoos came up almost to her hairline. With a mischievous grin he said, “I like your compliment of my hat.”

Mercy found herself laughing naturally. Usually when she met guys her age they were either tripping over themselves trying to impress her, or sneering contemptuously at her. This guy—JFK? Really?—was one hundred percent himself. She didn’t know if she’d ever met someone so real.




"I've loved all of the books in this series, but I have to say this was my favorite so far!"

"JFK had Mercy crying happy tears by the 43 percent mark, and I was crying with her."






Author Daniel Banner

Daniel Banner, a 15-year fireman and paramedic, collects experiences by day and makes up stories by nights, and sometimes vice versa. For Daniel, writing is an escape from the traumatic days, and a celebration of the triumphant days.





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