Suze Leonie is a literary fiction and children’s fiction author and illustrator from a Dutch coastal town. She has a passion for literature and philosophy and when she isn’t writing or drawing, she’s usually found with a book in her hand. In the spring of 2024 Suze Leonie made her debut with the novel Ivan, Boris and Me, which is the first book in a collection of literary works that heavily focus on human psychology. When Suze Leonie is able to let go of her precious books she enjoys going to museums, good food, board games and long walks on the beach.
Welcome to TRB! Please give our readers a brief introduction about yourself before we begin. (We’d love to know beyond what your Author Bio says about you.)
I’m Suze and I live in a wonderful Dutch coastal town. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to become a writer. I also have passion for art and anything creative. Combining the two is a dream come true.
Beyond the official blurb, could you offer us a unique insight or a behind-the-scenes glimpse into your book?
Boris is a tribute to my grandfather and is based on one memory in particular. He bought us tickets for Olev Popov’s farewell tour and something wonderful happened there. The clown singled me out during one of his last performances and gave me a rose. Because of my grandfather’s great enthusiasm this is something I still think about often. It was such a special moment. If you want the full story, there’s a newsletter article you can subscribe to through the website of Fidessa Literary.
Every book has a starting point. What was the spark or pivotal moment that inspired you to write this one?
It was a conversation I had with a friend of mine. We were talking about our inner clowns and wanting to give them a kick back to the circus sometimes.
Is there a core message or theme in your book that you wish readers to discover?
Each story I write feels like a quiet conversation between me and the reader. I bring the narrative, and they bring their thoughts, their memories, their own way of seeing things. Somewhere in that space between us, meaning takes shape. What they find might not be what I meant — and I think that’s the beauty of it.
Of all the characters in your book, do you have a personal favourite? What makes them special to you?
There’s equal love for all of them, but I’ll give you a hint of what’s to come: Devon Harmel will feature in several future books. And that’s just one of the many easter eggs hidden throughout my work.
How do you approach character development, ensuring they resonate with readers and feel authentic?
There’s no plan, I just sit and write and everything develops naturally from there. I let them surprise me. I need to know what makes them tick and by getting to know them through and through, I’m able to tell their story.
What was the inspiration for this book? Was it an idea, an anecdote, a dream, or something else?
Besides the conversation with my friend, watching cycling in France. The athletes all have a story to tell and some of them are incredibly inspiring. While they were passing me by at high speed, I was thinking about how lightning fast such a career can develop but also come to an end.
How long did it take you to write this particular book?
The first draft took me a couple of weeks and then the hard work started. In total, it took me two years to finish.
Are you working on any other stories presently?
Definitely! I’m currently finishing a novel about Frenkie Puckerman — a quiet literary fiction story set in a small world where real friendship takes center stage.
Why have you chosen this genre? Or do you write in multiple genres?
Literary fiction has my heart. My world has become a better place because of it. I feel blessed I’m getting the chance to write my own. I also write children’s books. I love telling a story through both words and illustrations. Both are challenging and rewarding in their own way and I like the versatility.
When did you decide to become a writer? Was it easy for you to follow your passion, or did you have to make some sacrifices along the way? (Feel free to share your story; we love hearing author stories!)
I already knew when I was nine years old, which is also when my first poem was published in the school paper. I read a book of children’s verses written by Annie M.G. Schmidt and immediately knew that was what I wanted to do. I immediately started writing my own poems and later I moved my attention to fiction. This is a dream come true.
What is your writing ritual? How do you do it?
I see writing a book like building a house. I start with a foundation and then build it from the ground up. I love writing so much that I spend as much time doing it as I can manage. I’m a night owl. Mornings aren’t my forte.
Editing can be a gruelling process. How do you approach revisions and self-editing?
I love editing, especially the first edit, which I call my embellishment edit. I’m a lean writer, so as soon as the plot is solid enough, I can start adding details, which is one of the most fantastic parts of creating a story for me.
With the rise of audiobooks and multimedia experiences, have you considered exploring these avenues for your stories?
I have, hopefully my books will become audiobooks in the future.
Lastly, if you were to describe your writing style in three words, what would they be?
Ambiguous, absurd and artistic.
How do you prefer to write—computer/laptop, typewriter, dictation, or longhand with a pen?
Computer, because I keep changing everything I write over and over again. It takes a while until I’m satisfied.
What are your 5 favourite books? (You can share 5 favourite authors too.)
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell
Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
The Evenings: A Winter’s Tale
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Disgrace
How do you deal with Writer’s Block?
By recharging my creative batteries through other creative mediums like listening to music, looking at inspirational art, enjoying nature.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Write without abandon. Enjoy the process, create what makes you happy and worry about the quality later. Everyone needs to edit, and most issues can be fixed. Perfectionism is the killer of initial creativity.
Thank you, author Leonie, for taking the time to answer our questions and for all your insightful answers!
About the Book
Ivan, Boris and Me
Illustrator Elodie Ginsburg and her spendthrift best friend, Boris, are inseparable. Taking care of an audacious yellow-haired clown in a red-and-white-striped onesie and oversized black shoes can be a challenge. However, Boris means the world to Elodie. He is a handful, but he’s her handful. Their symbiosis is disrupted when Ivan Lennard, a former professional cyclist with a closely guarded secret, moves into the house next door and becomes a regular occurrence in their lives. Each encounter is a catalyst for Boris to spiral more out of control and increase his outrageous demands, until Elodie finds herself at a crossroads and has to make the most difficult decision she’s ever made.
When famous new media artist Eli Schmidt inherits a mysterious chest from his emotionally detached grandmother that he is instructed not to open, he can’t curb his curiosity. Inside, he finds a lost and lonely doll named Devorah, who begins to heartbreakingly scream for the love of her life, Yonah. Wishing he had obeyed orders, Eli has no choice but to go on a journey to reunite the pair. To his great distress, this means he must give up his treasured peace and quiet and do what he loathes the most: interact with other people. While Eli desperately tries to break free from this burden, Devorah amplifies her control, embroiling him in a battle that will forever change the course of his life.
You can find Yonah and Devorah’s Traveling Music Theatre here: Amazon
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Welcome to TRB Lounge. Today, I’d like to welcome Bernt Erik Bjontegard, author of History Rules My Tomorrow, for an author interview with The Reading Bud.
About The Author
Bernt Erik Bjontegard
Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard is the inventor of the patented, award-winning Spark Compass™, a Contextually Intelligent™ communication platform used globally to deliver the right message to the right person at the right time and place. As founder and CEO of Total Communicator Solutions, Inc., Erik has led innovative deployments at events like Wimbledon and America’s Cup, for brands like Puma and Coca-Cola, and even for public health initiatives in the UK. He holds multiple pioneering patents, many of which have been cited by industry giants, including IBM, Apple, Samsung, Google, and Qualcomm.
Originally from Norway, Erik began his journey as a snow shuffler and windsurf instructor, later earning a full scholarship to the University of Salford in the UK. He became a mechanical engineer, designing deep-sea robotics before working with NASA on the Space Shuttle program—something he proudly recalls with his favorite phrase: “I used to be a rocket scientist!” He later certified aircraft designs for Boeing and Airbus and has contributed to technologies that are now part of 5G infrastructure.
Erik’s career path has been anything but conventional, spanning fashion, real estate, and advanced telecommunications. His time with Qualcomm’s Corporate R&D team saw him contribute to emerging platforms like Vuforia and Gimbal, and it was there he learned to write patents and began his deep dive into innovation. Erik is also an honorary Fellow at the University of Salford and serves on advisory boards for several universities, sharing his visionary insights with future generations.
In his autobiography, Erik reflects on his life journey, his family’s sacrifices during WWII, and the inherited spirit of innovation that connects generations. He explores how human experiences can shape the development of intelligent systems that enhance rather than replace human work.
Through personal stories and big-picture questions, Erik invites readers to imagine a better future—one where technology supports humanity, not the other way around.
Welcome to TRB! Beyond the formal details in your Author Bio, could you share a more personal glimpse into who you are with our readers?
I’m Eric Bjontegard, and I was born in the US but grew up in Norway. I had a wonderful upbringing. My parents were very supportive and great role models. I had a lot of friends. I was lucky to attend good schools. I was encouraged to study hard. I achieved good grades and was awarded a scholarship by the Norwegian government to attend university in England. After graduating, I came to the US. I didn’t know anybody when I came here, but I formed who I am today.
Later in life, I was encouraged to try to work hard and was rewarded for doing so. I was also always encouraged to try new things. I was blessed to have this experience, and I’ve had an attitude of exploration, excitement, and a desire to try something new, not following someone else’s footsteps in everything I do. I’m grateful for having had tough times, great times, wonderful times, and exceptionally trying times, but throughout it all, I have had one motto: never a dull moment. Go for it. Try, and if you fail? Stand up again and do it again, and I have No Fear. That’s really what I am, who I am, and what I aspire to show my kids, my friends, and those who are interested: that living life to the fullest is the greatest success one can have.
Beyond the blurb, could you delve into some unique aspects or pivotal moments from your book?
The elements in this book are a genuine desire to explore. I think that during the COVID-19 pandemic when we were forced to avoid many external interactions, meetings, and travel, I had the time to sit down and ask, ‘Okay, what can I explore now?’ And that led to an exploration of my history and my being. Why am I who I am, and why do I do what I do? What made me choose all these crazy things that I’ve done when many times it would have been a lot easier to follow in someone else’s footsteps or take the easy path? The exploration of shifting from external to internal is one of those pivotal moments in the book where I realized that we can always explore external journeys and adventures. Often, when we take a pause and look inward, the most amazing explorations can be into ourselves, our history, and our backgrounds.
What drove you to explore this specific theme in your book? Is there a central message or insight you aim to convey to your readers?
The search for meaning, the search for purpose, the search for why am I here. Also, since I’m here, what can I do to make this as good as possible? And what can I do so that when people think of me in the future, they will think of me as someone who had integrity and lived life with excitement? I wanted to share joy, laughter, and love, and that was where I wanted to try to do it. Share this further beyond my immediate family and possibly in a different medium than my current work. And that led me to ponder on this book. As I began pondering this book, I started making notes, thinking that these notes might be of interest to someone someday. I continued to put more and more together, sharing stories with my family during the COVID lockdown. While this is not intended to be an ego trip about me, it’s more intended to be a guide to potentially enable or encourage the reader to take the journey for themselves and explore their background, their self, their purpose, and by doing so, hopefully, they can share their stories with their family members etcetera.
Every book has its roots. What served as the catalyst for this one—a personal experience, a persistent idea, a transformative event, or something else entirely?
The catalyst for this book was the tragic event around COVID-19. We were here in San Diego. We’re blessed to live in a big house. I’m blessed to have four wonderful children: my biological son and three stepchildren. And we became very close during this time. Unfortunately, we all had COVID. Luckily, we all recovered. I was the one who had the hardest time and the longest. Although there were side effects and problems, the idea that we were able to hear stories, share stories, and cherish these moments together was what was important for us. This idea encompasses the concept of storytelling, the sharing of information, the transformation of knowledge, and teaching. In other words, it is something important, and as the world becomes more and more technical and social media becomes the, in many instances, de facto communication tool, the importance of storytelling more than in a video and a selfie. I think it’s an extremely important art form that we must not let die. We must ensure that we can all communicate in manners beyond typing on a keyboard or typing on a screen and reading and watching each other and comparing our world to others.
How long was the journey from conceptualising the idea to seeing the final version of this book?
The journey to take this was actually quite a long one. Many of the ideas in the book were conceived over a period of time, and it’s actually a lifelong journey of experience, remembering instrumental elements, recalling stories that were told, and trying to retell them. However, when the decision was made to say ‘yes,’ this might be worthy, or it might be of help, or it might be of interest to others, the process of writing it down was fairly rapid, and I was fortunate to have an editor who helped me. I put the notes and the stories into words and a format that made sense.
As a writer, what are your future aspirations? Where do you envision yourself in the literary world five years from now?
I would love to write more stories, and I am indeed actually doing that as we speak. I currently have three projects, books, and works in progress. There are two stories about my family members that I’m sharing in more detail. I have a script. I have published another book centered on a Passion of mine: innovation. I am writing patents, and I have created a series of patents that I continue to expand. These journeys and the methodology I’ve developed have become my second book, which is now published.
I look forward to expanding the journeys further across the other stories I’m generating.
Are there other topics or projects you’re currently researching or writing about?
Yes, I am writing a script and a book around my grandmother and grandfather and their fights during the Second World War against the Nazis. That’s a book and screenplay called The Sheildmaiden. I’m also writing a journey and love story about my great-great-grandmother and her husband, who had a shipwreck off the coast of Tulum in Mexico. I’m also writing a fictional comedy story inspired by the jargon of many people. The comedic experiences I’ve had are a mix of Schitz Creek meets Arrested Development. The saga of an eco-crypto casino scammer’s final gamble, known as Green Jackpot. I hope this movie and book will be a good journey as well. Then, I will write a follow-up to my book, History Rules My Tomorrow, which will be the next exploration into the new realms I’m now discovering and exploring, both on a personal level and in the technology space.
While your focus is on nonfiction, have you ever been tempted to venture into the realm of fiction?
I write fiction, science fiction, and nonfiction. I’d like to blend all of it to a certain degree. All kidding aside, the journeys that I’d like to go on are often blends, a combination of fantasy. In many ways, innovation can be seen as a fantasy. You try to create something that hasn’t been there before, and that, in other words, is fantasy. Many things initially written about, such as fantasy and fiction, were later recorded and evolved into science fiction, which eventually became a science. We can look back to Jules Verne and his Nemo Ship and other inventions that are now a reality, and we can discuss Flash Gordon and cartoons that featured pure efficiency. What was once pure fantasy many years ago has become today’s reality.
Can you recall the moment when you realised you wanted to be a writer? Was it a path filled with challenges or a passion you seamlessly transitioned into? (Our readers cherish personal author journeys!)
I can’t say exactly when I wanted to become an official writer, but I have always been a storyteller. This is a trait that I have. Learning is something I inherited from my father, someone who always had a good story and would always like to share it. Sometimes, I find myself droning on and on, just like he did at times. However, the desire to share, the desire to engage, and the desire to inspire are remarkable. It’s rewarding when you can share something and realise that people are actually paying attention and are interested. It’s a very fulfilling feeling when you hear somebody say, ‘I like what you said; I like the story you told; I’d like to hear more.’ And so I think I’ve always been a little bit of a storyteller and writer, and now I’m making it more official, maybe.
Describe your writing process. Do you have any routines or rituals that help you stay focused and inspired?
I take every day as it comes, and I try to wake up with a smile. I smile in the mirror every morning, and my intent for the day is to create a new experience, do something different, and let the day unfold. Look for the positive in anything that happens throughout the day. This doesn’t always work naturally. Knowing that every obstacle is a lesson, every problem is seeking a solution, and every challenge is theirs to be overcome. When you have that mindset, you’re not lost; you’re just not entirely sure where you’re headed or where you are at the moment. Then, all of a sudden, the fear of the unknown disappears. That’s really what I’d like to do. This desire to reach, search, try, fail, stand up, try again, and explore. As my father said very clearly, research is a very interesting word. When we research something, it means we’re searching for information and doing so repeatedly. In other words, RE. The research involves repeatedly searching and then we finally discover the answer.
Outside of writing, do you have another profession or area of expertise?
I’m an inventor. I write patents, innovate, lead, explore, generate, excite, and inspire. My goal is to be one of those people that everybody will say attempted to its fullest. He was never afraid to take on a challenge. He never saw an obstacle he couldn’t overcome. And he did it his way.
Given the theme of your book, could you recommend one or two other reads that resonate with similar ideas or insights? (Feel free to mention influential authors as well.)
In this instance, there are tons of good motivating books, ranging from Think and Grow Rich to The Secret to Sapiens and Beyond. There are tons of books out there written by people who are way smarter than me. More articulate than I am. And so it’s impossible to highlight any one book. And, of course, the one that has been read more than any other book. The Bible is obviously the masterpiece, but the intent here is, again, just to tell stories. And so, while an author resonates with many people, it’s also a matter of personal preference as a reader. That is more important in many ways. And it depends on the mood. It depends on what the objective is to read. Sometimes, reading for excitement, fantasy, exploration, travel, discovery, laughter, or joy can be completely different from that of those seeking a deeper exploration. So, I don’t like to say that one is better than the other.
In the vast realm of nonfiction, are there specific authors or books that have profoundly influenced your approach or thinking?
I love the silliness of Douglas Adams and his Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. And, of course, the answer is 42, and the towel is the most usable thing in the universe. That kind of humor where we try to take a very serious aspect and put a twist on it, I love that. We love the UM PG Woodhouse books for their intrigue and conflict, as well as Agatha Christie’s brain teasers and the thought-provoking nature of her plots. I love those.
The dreaded Writer’s Block—does it ever hinder your process, and if so, how do younavigate past it?
What I found is that the best approach is to acknowledge that some people have it and then say, ‘Well, I don’t have it because I’m writing.’ The moment you start writing, it could be completely different from what you intended to write about, but your brain will eventually guide you back to what you’re trying to say. As I think about these questions, I don’t necessarily know the answer. Still, by starting to put it down on paper, without having the internal dialogue, it becomes as if you’re talking between two people – yourself and the paper – and thereby, the block disappears.
Nonfiction often requires a balance of research and narrative. How do you strike that balance, ensuring your work is both informative and engaging?
When we’re talking about nonfiction, yes, in many ways, there has to be a narrative of research and so forth. However, my book is a little different because while it’s nonfictional, it’s a form of storytelling, and it’s storytelling that is not like a mathematical equation. It’s not like a patent, it’s not like a formula, it’s not an algorithm. There is an element of fiction in it because, again, the story doesn’t exist anywhere else than in my head until it’s put on paper. So, therefore, there is fiction in my nonfiction, if that makes sense.
Writing nonfiction can sometimes mean delving into controversial or sensitive topics. How do you handle potential criticism or differing viewpoints from readers?
I hope that I have criticism. I hope that I have objections. I hope that I have someone who disagrees with what I say; that’s the whole purpose of a dialogue. If what I said or wrote is something that everybody would agree with, then it has no purpose because everybody would already know it before reading it. Should I, therefore, offend anybody? That depends on the intent. I do not intend to offend anyone. That’s not my purpose. However, some people might feel offended, and this could lead to more unfair observations instead of focusing on the message. In my mind, there are two possibilities when someone is offended or insulted. One could be the words used by the person who shared them. They could have been insulting and offensive, yes. Then, it was the person who wrote them that created that issue or that situation.
Additionally, unfortunately, in today’s world, political correctness has progressed to the point where people are offended by the most innocuous things that were not intended to be offensive in any way. I also view this as a generational issue. As a foreigner for whom English is my second language, I sometimes use words that, in my mind and when I was young, were not offensive, but in some cases, they might be now. I’m not referring to clearly offensive words; I’m talking about nuances. That has changed in the last couple of years, where the political correctness here in the US, in particular, has become a problem in my mind. But again, I’m sure I’m stepping on somebody’s toes by saying that, but we’ve taken it too far.
For those looking to embark on their own nonfiction writing journey, what piece of advice would you deem invaluable?
The best advice I can offer is to do it. Stop thinking about it. Stop planning it. Stop saying tomorrow. Stop saying that once I have this, or once I take a break, or once I’m on the beach, or once I have a vacation, or once I feel better. Do it. Do it now. Start now. Even if it’s just a piece of paper, and you decide to put six words on it. That’s the start. Do that. Do it now. Don’t think about it. Just do it.
Thank you, author Byontegard, for taking the time to answer our questions and for all your insightful and inspiring answers!
About the Book
History Rules My Tomorrow
A question to ponder: are we as humans pre-programmed to “follow in our father’s footsteps?” Is there something inherent in our heritage? Do we repeat what our forefathers and mothers did? And if so, can we apply these inherited cross-generational learning methods as we invent the next generations of intelligent systems? Rather than creating AI that is artificial and intended to replace human work, can we create intelligent systems that AUGMENT the human’s work and support him or her? Can we invent intelligent systems that learn and improve themselves with the mind of creating betterment for all humans as well? Erik Bjontegard left Norway when he was 18 to study in the UK, then moved on to California. Not realizing until later in life, his actions and behavior, his quests for new discoveries, and his desire to invent followed his father and grandfather on his mother’s side. Now an accomplished inventor, former NASA rocket scientist, deep sea robotics, and submarine explorer, he is now navigating the new Phygital realms connecting the physical and digital. In this engaging and inspiring autobiography, Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard narrates his life filled with the stories of his grandparents’ sacrifices during WWII, his own mistakes and discoveries, and poses important questions on how to engage the listeners and their families to assist in creating and inventing better human-technology interfaces. Learning from his history, he is embarking on the journey to make his tomorrow better than today.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author James Dunlop for his latest release, Half Made Up, the first book in the Misjudgements of Andy MacKay thriller series.
About The Author
James Dunlop
Although he was born in London, at the age of 6 weeks James decided to emigrate to Canada with his parents. He grew up in Vancouver, eventually determining that he wanted to experience inhospitable weather. So, he headed for points east. Unable to monetize his philosophy degree, he found his way into the world of advertising and became a copywriter in Toronto, where he currently lives. He has written hundreds of advertising campaigns, and now teaches the craft at local colleges. Half Made Up is his first book.
How far would you go for a friend? Andrew MacKay, the sort who’d sooner bet his last penny on a losing horse than lift a finger for anything resembling responsibility, is about to find out. An incurable gambler, chain-smoker, and binge drinker, Andy’s only real talent lies in outliving his own poor choices. But when his mate is shot dead and robbed of a classified secret, Andy finds himself bound to retrieve it, purely out of loyalty and an alarming lack of common sense.
Andy learns the stolen secret is a new nerve agent deadly enough to make any terrorist giddy with joy. Wanting nothing more than to ignore the whole thing, he finds himself drawn into a web of corporate espionage, government corruption, and terrorists with excellent taste in chemical warfare. He’ll have to rely on his wits to stay one step ahead of MI-5, who want him behind bars, if he hopes to recover the secret, and stop the zealots from killing thousands. Time is running out.
Andy’s got only one chance to make things right. Can he do it?
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author James Dunlop for their latest release, Half Made Up.
Book: Half Made Up Author: James Dunlop Series: The Misjudgements of Andy MacKay (Book #1) Publication Date: February 23, 2025 Genres: Thriller, Mystery, Conspiracy Page Count: 312 pages
About the Book
How far would you go for a friend? Andrew MacKay, the sort who’d sooner bet his last penny on a losing horse than lift a finger for anything resembling responsibility, is about to find out. An incurable gambler, chain-smoker, and binge drinker, Andy’s only real talent lies in outliving his own poor choices. But when his mate is shot dead and robbed of a classified secret, Andy finds himself bound to retrieve it, purely out of loyalty and an alarming lack of common sense.
Andy learns the stolen secret is a new nerve agent deadly enough to make any terrorist giddy with joy. Wanting nothing more than to ignore the whole thing, he finds himself drawn into a web of corporate espionage, government corruption, and terrorists with excellent taste in chemical warfare. He’ll have to rely on his wits to stay one step ahead of MI-5, who want him behind bars, if he hopes to recover the secret, and stop the zealots from killing thousands. Time is running out.
Andy’s got only one chance to make things right. Can he do it?
Although he was born in London, at the age of 6 weeks James decided to emigrate to Canada with his parents. He grew up in Vancouver, eventually determining that he wanted to experience inhospitable weather. So, he headed for points east. Unable to monetize his philosophy degree, he found his way into the world of advertising and became a copywriter in Toronto, where he currently lives. He has written hundreds of advertising campaigns, and now teaches the craft at local colleges. Half Made Up is his first book.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Suzie Leonie today, who will be unveiling an exciting excerpt from her book, Ivan, Boris and Me. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into this amazing read!
About the Book
Ivan, Boris and Me
Illustrator Elodie Ginsburg and her spendthrift best friend, Boris, are inseparable. Taking care of an audacious yellow-haired clown in a red-and-white-striped onesie and oversized black shoes can be a challenge. However, Boris means the world to Elodie. He is a handful, but he’s her handful. Their symbiosis is disrupted when Ivan Lennard, a former professional cyclist with a closely guarded secret, moves into the house next door and becomes a regular occurrence in their lives. Each encounter is a catalyst for Boris to spiral more out of control and increase his outrageous demands, until Elodie finds herself at a crossroads and has to make the most difficult decision she’s ever made.
Boris: When we call in on our new neighbor, we have to bring dessert.
Elodie: I need to finish my work. I don’t have time to make anything extravagant.
Boris: It’s impolite to arrive somewhere without dessert.
Elodie: We aren’t even sure our new neighbor likes dessert.
Boris: You can’t bring the worst part of the meal and not the best.
Elodie: What do you mean?
Boris: You have to get through the savory to be rewarded with the sweet.
Elodie: That is not my experience.
Boris: But it is how it is.
Elodie: We have to agree to disagree on that.
Boris: No, we don’t.
Elodie: What if the neighbor agrees with me and isn’t a fan of dessert?
Boris: That isn’t going to be a problem. If he doesn’t like it, I will eat it all.
Elodie: Aren’t you planning to leave any for me at least?
Boris: Not necessarily.
Elodie: So, the dessert is actually for you then, not for our new neighbor?
Boris: You didn’t hear me say that.
Elodie: No, of course not.
Boris: It’s settled then. What are you going to make?
Elodie: I’m never going to win with you, am I? Why do I even try?
I find enough ingredients in my pantry and fridge to make a three-cheese lasagna and a two-tiered mango coconut cake for dessert. I spread them out, so everything is waiting for me on the counter while I add the last few details to my current illustration. I put down my pencils and admire the work. These pictures are turning out beautifully. My celebrity client came up with his own candy-based family a gift to his kids and, as an added bonus, an easy way to pad his bank account. The Lollipoppets hop around on one foot. Their bodies are rectangular-shaped with two bear ears at the top and cutout circles for their faces. Their eyes consist of a simple white rim with a black dot inside, and their mouths are made of small pieces of stringed licorice. I like their names: Molli Lolli, the indigo, grape-flavored one; Dolli Lolli, the pink, raspberry-flavored one; Polli Lolli, the tangerine, orange-flavored one; and Rolli Lolli, the brown, cola-flavored one. The project isn’t a chore. After all, the Lollipoppets are exactly what they’re supposed to be—cute, whimsical, and delightful. Boris likes them as well. Every time I finish a picture, he looks at it for at least half an hour, cautiously studying the details.
Before I can put my supplies away, Boris skips over to the table. I hurry to cover everything up and keep my work out of harm’s way, careful to prevent any smears from ending up on it. Boris isn’t the most prudent when there’s food around. He might even see staining my drawings as a contribution with intrinsic artistic value, and there would be no time to start over.
“My Melody Elodie, please read your story to me from the beginning. I like the Lollipoppets.”
“Boris, sweetie, we don’t have time. I need to prepare dinner.”
“Ten extra minutes won’t make a difference. I like the story. Please, please, please.”
“Exactly, and that is why they started a search. First, they looked under the couch, then under the table, then upstairs under the bed. Unfortunately, there were no other Lollipoppets to be found anywhere. That is why they had to take their first steps into the wide world outside of Chocolate Cottage, which is where they lived. What do you think happened next?”
“I don’t even have to read it to you anymore. You already know the story by heart.”
“My Melody Elodie, I like it. Can we keep the drawings?”
“Unfortunately not, but as soon as the book comes out, the publisher will send us a copy.”
“But I love the Lollipoppets. I don’t want you to give them away.”
“I’ll throw together a booklet with some of my sample drawings for you, so we can keep reading once I’m done with the project.”
“Okay. Can I eat a piece of cake now?”
“After dinner. Why don’t you tell me who your favorite Lollipoppet is while I’m cooking?”
“I like Tolli the most because he is red, and I have red-and-white-striped clothes. Can you hang a picture of him above my bed? Will you draw one for me?”
“Sure, why not.”
Boris does cartwheels in the kitchen as a response. The space is small, and he barrels right into me, knocking the chopping board and knife I used to cut the vegetables from the counter. Fortunately, I’d already put the lasagna into the oven and only spill leftover vegetable juices on the floor. I set the timer before mopping up the mess. Then I open the back door and give Boris a little shove into the garden. There’s a big porch swing we like to sit on together. Boris loves it. “My Melody Elodie, can you push as hard as you can?”
“Of course.” The swing creaks precariously, but it’s sturdy and strong enough to hold us both. Boris pulls his nose away from his face as far as the elastic will stretch, and when I stick out my tongue in response, he howls with laughter. We are making a lot of noise, and apparently that is something our new neighbor doesn’t appreciate. I can see the top half of his face over the fence, and his grimace is even more prominent than it was earlier in the day. Boris says hello and smiles, but my new neighbor doesn’t acknowledge him, and the captivatingly gleeful expression on Boris’s face turns sour instead. I better take my clown inside and give him some fudge. I normally don’t allow him to eat sweets before a meal, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I hope I’m doing the right thing by bringing my neighbor dinner after this brief but telling display of displeasure. I don’t have long to think about it, though, because the timer on the oven pings, and I want the food to be hot when I deliver it. I grab a towel to protect my hands from the heat and put the clear glass dish onto the counter. “Boris, it’s time for us to go.”
“My Melody Elodie, do I have to come? I don’t like our new neighbor very much. He looks mean.”
“I’m sure there’s a good reason for him to be grumpy. Let’s give the man the benefit of the doubt, and if he’s distant to us again, we can always leave. It’s possible that he needs to warm up to us because he’s an introvert.” Boris shrugs, which means he’s heard the message but isn’t buying it. I’m not sure if I am either. Our new neighbor frightens me a little. He’s kind of strange and stand-offish. I like a challenge and appreciate a good enigma, but I prefer for them to not be too far out of my comfort zone.
There’s a path that connects the gardens in our cul-de-sac, and since it’s easier to reach my neighbor’s house with my hands full and a clown by my side that way, I decide to risk going around the back. I have to balance both the lasagna and the cake, while simultaneously needing to pay attention not to trip over Boris’s feet when we both squeeze through the narrow entrance of my neighbor’s property at the same time.
Fortunately for us, the man is still outside. He’s sitting on an expensive wooden lounge set covered in thick, luxurious pillows with his legs stretched out in front of him. The construction looks sturdy. It is made of teak and it probably cost more than I make in three months. It’s way too big for the relatively small-sized patio though and covers the entire width and more than half of the length.
“Hello again. I hope we aren’t interrupting, but we thought we’d welcome you to the neighborhood. As moving takes a lot of energy and you probably still have plenty to do, we brought you dinner.”
My neighbor’s scowl turns into a wistful gaze for a moment, which disappears almost as quickly as it appears. The change happens so fast I don’t even know if it’s actually real or solely a figment of my imagination.
“My Melody Elodie, the neighbor still isn’t nice. I don’t want to stay.” My clown is already fretting. I hope he’ll be patient enough to at least give the man a chance.
Boris turns around, ready to walk out. However, that’s when the new neighbor finally holds out his hand. I put my offerings on the outdoor coffee table and shake it. While his fingers are warm and dry, his grip isn’t as firm as I expected it to be. I quickly withdraw when I experience a jolt of electricity. It’s zinging through me like the shock I received when I was thirteen and hurt myself switching on a broken blender with a faulty wire. I check my palm and see the skin is undamaged. I must have been the only one who felt it, because my neighbor looks unperturbed.
“Please excuse my bad manners. I’m Ivan, and I’m not used to unannounced visitors. My house is still a mess, so I have nothing to offer you yet. Although I do appreciate your kind gesture.” He’s pointing at the food. “Thank you very much.” Ivan picks up the dishes and walks away with them. I stand there on his porch, flabbergasted, not sure what to do with myself.
“That man is weird. He didn’t even ask us to come in. I was hoping he’d give me a glass of lemonade.” Boris is clearly disappointed.
I’m about to leave when Ivan steps outside once more. “I’m sorry I’m not more hospitable, but I am grateful and shall return the kitchenware to you tomorrow.” With another one of his curt nods, he walks back into the house and leaves me and Boris standing, gaping like two unsightly river pikes. Boris is right, Ivan is odd. At least he’s accepted my food. I don’t want to judge my new neighbor based on two brief impressions; maybe the man has a good reason for his sullenness. However, Boris isn’t as forgiving.
“This garden is ugly. It only has boring gray tiles, and there is nothing for me to play with. Can we go now?” Boris grabs my elbow and pulls me along with him. He starts to run, and despite his huge feet, he’s gathering too much speed for me to keep up. This time I trip over a loose tree root close to the gate. I have to hold on to the recently replaced woodwork to stay upright, and even though the hinges manage to hold my weight, they bend out of shape. Great, the first time we’ve been to my new neighbor’s house, Boris and I were snubbed, and I’ve already wrecked something. Why can’t I be the epitome of grace, the sophisticated elegant lady who wows everyone around her with her timeless beauty and poise? My sister-in-law Andrea has all these qualities, but my mother is right, I don’t possess any of them.
I’ll somehow have to find the cash to replace that fence, which means accepting even more commissions. It’s going to be a struggle to add to my already overflowing schedule, but I have done it before. Sleep is overrated anyway. I wipe the moisture from my eyes and soldier on.
“My Melody Elodie, are you mad at me?” Boris has done nothing wrong. He shouldn’t be the victim of my overdramatic tendencies.
“Of course not, sweetheart, accidents can happen.” It’s too bad that they always happen to me and Boris though.
About The Author
Suze Leonie
Suze Leonie is a literary fiction and children’s fiction author and illustrator from a Dutch coastal town. She has a passion for literature and philosophy and when she isn’t writing or drawing, she’s usually found with a book in her hand. In the spring of 2024 Suze Leonie made her debut with the novel Ivan, Boris and Me, which is the first book in a collection of literary works that heavily focus on human psychology. When Suze Leonie is able to let go of her precious books she enjoys going to museums, good food, board games and long walks on the beach.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author H. Meadow Hopewell for their latest release, Rage Against the Machine.
Book: Rage Against the Machine Author: H. Meadow Hopewell Series: The Given Path Trilogy (Book #1) Publication Date: November 22, 2024 Genres: Science fiction, Speculative fiction, Spiritual Science fiction Page Count: 345 pages Publisher: Elk Lake Publishing
About the Book
Award-winning director, Roare Murdock, is approached by a private group of investigative journalists who invite her to spearhead a documentary. She agrees to join the project to expose the dark side of transhumanism. With the assignment comes grave danger to herself and those around her. And someone in her close circle of trusted associates is not what he seems. She wonders why God would choose a wayward follower like her to warn the masses of an imminent threat to humanity.
Amid the challenges and dangers of research and filming, Hunter Barraclough, Roare’s biological father, enters her life for the first time. When Roare reaches her breaking point, help comes from an unlikely source, Sloane McInerney, Roare’s bodyguard. Sloane has his own reasons to join forces with Roare to unmask a malevolent AI lab whose CEO plots to destroy human souls through AI and other-worldly technology. As she battles demonic forces, Roare uses fear and anger to her advantage. But how long will she last before she questions her own survival?
You can find Rage Against the Machine here: Amazon | Goodreads
About The Author
H. Meadow Hopewell
H. Meadow Hopewell discovered a love for creative writing in college. A move to New Zealand reignited the flame. Between her love for science, pursuing God, and writing, her first novel An Emerging Star was born. When not writing, she maintains a photography blog. She lives on the North Island with her husband, two spoiled cats, and a farm dog who wants to be a house pet.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Harrison F. Kraustoday, who will be unveiling an exciting excerpt from his latest release, Of Gods and Men Book 1: Men. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into this superb book!
About the Book
Of Gods and Men Book 1: Men
The war to end all wars has already been fought—and darkness has won. In the realm of Aezigar, gods clashed, dragons roamed, and mortals fought for survival. But when the war between light and shadow reached its end, the god of darkness, Umbra, emerged victorious. His dominion is unchallenged, his hunger insatiable. Now, even as the land of Aezigar suffers beneath Umbra’s shadow, the god of darkness turns to a new world to conquer: Earth. But Umbra’s conquest is far from assured. On Earth, unexpected powers awaken in the unlikeliest of Earth’s inhabitants: an uncertain younger brother, a fiery older brother, an ignored son, an aspirant student, and a hardened military captain. Soon these heroes begin to discover their extraordinary connections to their parallel selves in Aezigar.
Meanwhile, in his arrogance, Umbra has left embers of rebellion still smoldering in Aezigar. In that alternate universe, the heroes begin to stand against a world dominated by the forces Umbra left to rule in his absence: a hunter in service to the darkness, two brothers fleeing for their lives, a coward hiding in enemy lands, a leader of a shattered people, and a reaver seeking plunder in the chaos. Now, the fate of two worlds hangs in the balance. Will the heroes of two worlds be able to stop the darkness that the heroes of Aezigar alone could not? Or will the light of both worlds be extinguished forever? … Of Gods and Men is a sweeping blend of fantasy and superhero genres, crafted for those who crave epic tales of courage, sacrifice, and hope. Spanning two worlds—modern Earth and the fantastical realm of Aezigar—it weaves multiple interconnected storylines into a grand narrative of rebellion, redemption, and resilience. With heroes shaped by their struggles and choices that echo across realities, this is a story where every action carries weight, every bond is tested, every sacrifice matters, and the fate of entire worlds hangs in the balance. Prepare to embark on an unforgettable journey of parallel worlds, godlike battles, and the enduring fight against darkness.
You can find Of Gods and Men Book 1: Men here: Amazon | Goodreads
Excerpt
Prologue: The Man
Before the turn of the millennium, there was a man. He was tall, about 6’4”, with a skinny enough build that he nearly gave off the impression of being malnourished. However, if he wasn’t eating enough, his clothing gave enough indication to assume that it wasn’t due to a lack of financial means. He sat at a desk in an office overlooking New York City while wearing a three-piece suit. His pants, socks, shoes, jacket, vest, and tie were all black, as had been most of his clothing since he was a teenager. At the moment, he had his feet propped up on his desk. He held in his hand an audio recording device that he had purchased the evening before.
He spoke. “Today, I have resolved to stop.” The audio device had been recording for hours, but he hadn’t said a word. He wondered if it was even storing anything anymore.
He erased the recording and started again. “Today, I’ve made up my mind to put an end to the madness. Certain practices have been going on here, in the very company I founded, that can only be described as shameful, cruel, and downright evil. I’ve tried to stop this many times, but I failed. For the past three months, I’ve lain awake every night thinking about what’s been happening here, and every night, I’ve promised myself I’d put a stop to it. But every day, I’ve failed. It always pulls me back in. So today, I’ve decided to end it tonight. The truth is, I’m the one responsible for every crime, every cruel act, and every wrong done. I’ve given the orders, and I’ve pulled the trigger. I’ve dragged others into this life, and I’ve brought them down to the point where they’ve begged for mercy. I have to admit, I enjoyed the power and control. I’ve ruined lives and hurt people I claimed to love. To be honest, I don’t know if I’m capable of that… love. I never thought I was, but I thought that if I said the words, maybe they’d become true. Maybe if I pretended to be a trustworthy person, I’d become one. But I haven’t. To those who followed my lead, I lied. This life is destructive. But it might not be too late for you. It’s certainly too late for me. I have one honorable option left. I’ve tried to quit, but I can’t. As long as I’m alive, this will never end. I’ve lost control. So, I’ve decided to end the madness, stop the injustices, and kill the villain.”
About The Author
Harrison F. Kraus
Harrison F. Kraus has always been drawn to complex, multi-character narratives. Though he holds a PhD in Chemical Engineering, storytelling remains his greatest passion. He spent many weekends in college library study cubbies crafting his novel, balancing scientific rigor with creative worldbuilding. His stories often begin with a hand-drawn map, a habit that extends to his Dungeons & Dragons campaigns. Exploring themes of internal struggle, unity, and consequence, his work is subtly shaped by his Christian faith. Now residing in Greenbelt, Maryland, with his wife, Nisha, and their cat, Mika, he continues to write stories that reflect his lifelong love of epic storytelling.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Miles Joyner today, who will be unveiling an insightful excerpt from his latest book, Bazaar, an action-packed techno-thriller with a heart. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into this superb book!
About the Book
Bazaar
A high-profile homicide of a former ambassador’s son in the nightlife district of the nation’s capital gets connected to an assassination market on the dark web, turning the DC area into a battlefield over a new generation of class warfare. When the ex-diplomat, Chiedu Attah, hires an elite executive protection team headed by siblings Yemi and Karen Uzunma to guarantee his safety, the security firm realizes they are going up against a young inventive contract killer who is determined to finish off the political VIP by any means necessary.
Bazaar is the first book in a series that follows the security contractor Raptor as it deals with the ramifications the prediction market has on the political celebrities of the capital region.
The only lighting inside the dark room was a couple of red LED lamps. They didn’t bother the eyesight of eighteen-year-old Aaron Williams, who was wide-eyed in fascination at his Ultramaker XT 3D printer going to work. The last of the white filament flew out the extruder onto the print bed, and he couldn’t have felt any more like a father watching his wife through the glass, holding their newborn baby.
He reached onto the platform and gripped his new plastic handgun that shot real, metal bullets. Like its predecessors, the Mini Talon had been banned from all sites hosting 3-D printing design files. However, Aaron was able to obtain it through torrents online, and now he had the opportunity to add it to his family of firearms that lay around the room, including an assault rifle with a lower receiver printed with the same material. But unlike the rest of its siblings, the MT wouldn’t be another one of Aaron’s toys to fire off rounds at tree targets deep in the woods. Some of the former models exploded on tests from the videos Aaron watched online, but he was confident the new version would not fail to take out his intended target in a few days with its untraceable ballistics.
Danny would be his escape. The son of a local pho restaurant owner was Aaron’s only friend outside the digital realm. Danny Phat took very little in life seriously, but for all the flaws, he knew every back road of the entire DC, Maryland, Virginia area. He could whip his raggedy-ass decade-old Nissan Altima pretty well. Either way, Aaron had no driver’s license and he wouldn’t risk getting pulled over or traced to a rideshare app. The young 21st-century gunsmith couldn’t take his eyes off his latest creation. He loaded a magazine, cocked the weapon, and listened satisfyingly to the crisp click. It blew Aaron’s mind to think the ammunition clip had fit perfectly into a gun made from the same material as his storage cabinet.
He was ready to test the gun. Would it fire smoothly? He had two days to test it and find out before he had to execute his assigned job.
August 20th, 2024. 1:30 AM. Washington, D.C.
Liquor-induced shrieks and screams of laughter carried over the bass thumps throughout a bumping Adams Morgan, the corridor of D.C. that served as one of the city’s nightlife hot spots. Neon lights shined on the designer-brand, clean-cut, modern-day yuppies who strut out of the nightclubs and the plaid-shirt bearded hipsters who stumbled out of the brewing taverns. A lot were on their nights off from studying, but the cost of drinks was far higher than college town prices so the professional class of everyone from policy aides to software engineers got just as wasted. Regardless of education or socioeconomic background, many women looked for their best friend whom they lost in the partying, and many male counterparts hoped to be that lucky dude they might have run off with.
Isaiah knew that’s what his best friend Adamu Attah wanted to be at that moment. But it was past Last Call, and Isaiah had put pressure on him for them to start heading back to their university dorms. He could tell Adamu didn’t get it. The youngest patriarch of the politically rich Attah family from Nigeria had no issues getting cheeks back home, butAmerican girls apparently weren’t as impressed with his super-forward approach. Isaiah tried to explain this to Adamu outside the Astro Lounge on 18th Street with neither a female around his arm nor a single new contact in his phone, but before he could bother to listen, a tipsy trio of curvy young women strolled out after him and caught his eye. Long braids, luscious shapes formed from their Lycra dresses, flawless different shades of ebony skin. Isaiah just knew Adamu would try again.
“AY!” The belles reluctantly turned toward the source of the attempt at a mating call. “Where we goin’ tonight?”
“Nowhere that involves ugly!” The tallest out of the three formed a smirk under her glasses, her two graduate degrees having only enhanced a life’s worth of sharp rebuttals to catcalling in her neighborhood. She laughed, and the pack began to leave the scene. No different than a kid eyeing the milk chocolate bar right before checkout, Isaiah knew Adamu just couldn’t take no for an answer. The shorter one with the most voluptuous figure became the unlucky winner to have her hand grabbed without permission.
“C’mon mami, ditch these bitches—” Adamu was snatched mid-sentence by a bouncer whose neck rolls formed a poop emoji and got tossed like a rag doll into the hands of Isaiah a few feet away.
“Dumbass!” screamed the short one as the three marched off down the street.
“I’m royalty, hoes! Some other BITCH will get blessed with this big dick tonight!”
“HEY!” The head of Astro Lounge security had enough. So had Isaiah.
“I’m so sorry, sir, he’s drunk.”
“Get him the fuck outta here before I break his jaw.”
“Yes, sir. Again, I’m sorry!”
The situation was all too familiar to Isaiah. Except now, instead of guiding a destroyed Adamu down the Terrapin-flagged residential streets of College Park, Maryland, from one frat house to another, they had graduated to bar hopping in D.C., where the young bachelor had been able to finally drink legally for the past ninety minutes.
“Sometimes you’re a freaking embarrassment, Adamu.”
“Shut the hell up and get an Uber. We’re going to Starline.”
“Starline?”
“Strip club.” Adamu gulped down a wad of vomit from coming out. Isaiah looked away in disgust, but something else caught his eye as they turned the corner.
A Metrobus stop bench rested thirty yards from their position. He figured that was where they could gather themselves after such a night. He used the remainder of his stamina to finally reach the bench and slap the back of Adamu to the hard rubber as if to try to wake him up. Isaiah checked his phone. 2% battery.
“Dammit…Adamu!”
His eyes opened, barely able to comprehend where he was even at, let alone being able to give Isaiah a response.
“Your phone. Mine’s about to die.” Body in total slow motion, Adamu managed to tap his pockets.
“Sh-Sh-Sh-Shit” eeked out of Adamu’s mouth.
“WHAT?!” Isaiah tapped his friend’s pockets. “Where is it?! Or your wallet?” Another tap. Wow. Alcohol and a night of partying caused his buddy to lose track of his valuables. Unbelievable.
“The hell is wrong with you? This isn’t Saint Catherines anymore!” Isaiah yelled at him, referencing their boarding school back in Victoria Island.
Vomit rose through his esophagus, except Isaiah could tell from the lump in Adamu’s throat that this batch was going full projectile. Isaiah jumped out of the way right in time for only a chunk to get on his shoes. The rest of Adamu’s day’s intake became a red-yellow puddle at the side of the bench. The gross site, as well as the realization that their options were fading, prompted Isaiah to throw his fist and scream a few “fucks” to himself. He looked up at the bus stop sign and saw that the 92 bus had a destination of SHAW-Howard, a Metro station. Maybe the route was their best bet if the bus got there within fifteen minutes and they made the last train, figured Isaiah as he composed himself.
He looked away, and something else caught his eye. Several blocks down Marion Street walked a hooded figure. Not too brisk, but certainly with purpose right toward their position. Isaiah squinted, and the street lamps revealed a teenager in a dark blue hoodie with jeans. The getup, time of night, and even the location were enough for Isaiah’s nerves to merge into his skin. Yeah, they were in the “nice part” of D.C., but Isaiah’s classmates had been robbed on campus, so it could happen anywhere. The young male got closer. When he was thirty feet away, Isaiah was still unsure of how to react or whether to react at all. The feeling might have been what his student counselor emphasized as overthinking.
“Com’on now.” Shifting from foot to foot, Isaiah sunk his hands deep into his pockets, a reflex move he made whenever he was nervous. At the same time, he heard his parents’ judgmental biases about inner-city youth, fighting to stave off his own similar thoughts.
“Hey, bro,” the figure said once he reached the bus stop. They traded ‘sup’ nods. Isaiah’s was way more reserved. “My phone’s dead. You got the time?”
“Mine’s dead, too. Sorry.”
“Hate when that happens out of nowhere.” Isaiah started to ease up to the source of the voice that seemed extra friendly with a hint of anxiety. The jitters he noticed from the kid were probably from him panicking over his phone being dead, figured Isaiah. Something he clearly could relate to, given his own situation. The original image shaped in his head was starting to look too judgemental. The teenager looked at Adamu who hung over the bench, motionless and barely conscious. “I’d ask him, but he looks done.”
“Yeah, he lost his at the club. Long night.” Isaiah gandered at his friend draped over the bench, now sharing sympathy with his comrade.
“Ah, so THAT’S why the phone is dead. Had it out the whole time booking them females. Can’t even be mad at him.”
“Not even,” laughed Isaiah, trying to shake off whatever anxiety he had left. “Word, y’all heading to Howard?”
“Nah. We go to Maryland. Trying to figure out a way back, actually.”
“Shit, I’m in the same position. Know where the closest metro is? Wonder if we can make the last train…”
The sign, Isaiah remembered. They had to just keep walking down Marion.”Yeah, I think—” POP POP. The friend of the target was not getting up from the two .380 caliber bullets that were just blasted through his skull with the utmost precision and professionalism. Aaron didn’t waste a beat as he tactically shifted the open sights of his plastic 3-D printed pistol to a groggy Adamu struggling to get his words out. “Please,” he cried. “I-I don’t have my wallet, but I can give you anything. I’m rich as fuck I swear— ” POP. Three total gunshots.The first one might have caught attention, but the second one was supposed to send any potential eyewitnesses running. At least, that’s what he learned from observing the few shootings he witnessed around his way. Aaron stowed the pistol away in his waistband holster. He checked the surroundings for the fifth time that night. There was no sign of anybody. He picked the right spot and predicted Adamu’s every move since the club perfectly. But where the hell was Danny? His Altima was supposed to be turning that corner before the first shot. VROOM. SCREECH. There it was. Revved and making too much damn noise as it peeled from an alleyway to scoop Aaron. The passenger door flew open, and Aaron jumped in. They took off before any sirens could be heard.
“Woo!” yelled Danny as he whipped around another corner. The two dressed pretty similar but everything Danny did was exaggerated in an attempt to blend into the projects they were heading back to. Everything from the Commander’s fitted hat to his Foamposite pressed against the gas pedal contrasted the plainer attire of Aaron, who didn’t care at all about the brands his former classmates worshipped on a daily basis.
“Fool you a BEAST!”
Aaron needed a moment to gather himself. Despite his success so far, taking someone’s life for the first time was a difficult realization to settle into. Let alone two lives. His parents never intended to raise a killer. His dyslexia limited the options the school offered. Danny’s advice about selling drugs or sketchy affiliate marketing plans wasn’t a solution either. He knew what would end up to him down that familiar path. He also took note of how naive Danny’s hype was in the latest additions to the district’s homicide rate.
“You were late” was the first thing out of Aaron’s mouth.
“Chill, fam. Traffic around the corner was O-C. Stop acting like I ain’t do my job.” Aaron’s eyes just rolled in response. Maybe if it was another debate at Danny’s spot about Harden Vs. Curry over some french fries drenched in mambo sauce, he’d entertain the bickering. But not after carrying out his first homicide. He wanted silence.
“But yeah, slim, you did the damn thing. How much did those lames have anyways? Real live starving in this bitch.” Aaron’s eyes widened. Unbeknownst to Danny, Aaron was just supposed to make it only look like a robbery.
“Shit, I forgot to run through their pockets.”
“The fuck you mean forgot? Nigga what was the whole point of tonight?”
“I still got you…and I told you not to use that word around me.”
“Imma call you a whole lot of other things if you don’t get my bread, muh fucka. Fuck type shit you think this is—”
“DANNY! SHUT THE HELL UP! Please.” Aaron didn’t yell often, but the authentic rage in his voice shut down whatever gangsta persona Danny was going for. By then, Aaron knew Danny finally realized it wasn’t another discussion about the NBA playoffs.
“Just get us to P-G,” Aaron said. P-G was the county of their home right outside the nation’s capital, Prince George’s. “Stop somewhere, and I’ll cover, but I can’t talk right now.” Nothing but the sound of road bumps and night traffic until Danny began to piece together a hint as to what the real motivation for that night had been.
“Aaron.” Danny had to pause for a moment. “Are you saying this was a hit?” Aaron didn’t care to answer Danny’s curiosity. He stared at the night-lit city outside the car window. He had just clocked out, and there was no desire to talk about work. The murder of Adamu happened two hours after midnight, meaning his death landed on the date Aaronhad bet on the assassination market called the Bazaar.
About The Author
Miles Joyner
Miles shifted to novels after years of filmmaking and editing television in the Washington, DC area. He particularly loves the technothriller genre at the moment and is an active member of International Thriller Writers where his first novel, Bazaar, was selected for their Debut Authors program. He also attends monthly meetings for the writer’s group, Novels in Progress DC.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Bernt Erik Bjontegard today, who will be unveiling an insightful excerpt from his latest book, History Rules My Tomorrow. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into this amazing book!
About the Book
History Rules My Tomorrow
A question to ponder: are we as humans pre-programmed to “follow in our father’s footsteps?” Is there something inherent in our heritage? Do we repeat what our forefathers and mothers did? And if so, can we apply these inherited cross-generational learning methods as we invent the next generations of intelligent systems? Rather than creating AI that is artificial and intended to replace human work, can we create intelligent systems that AUGMENT the human’s work and support him or her? Can we invent intelligent systems that learn and improve themselves with the mind of creating betterment for all humans as well?
Erik Bjontegard left Norway when he was 18 to study in the UK, then moved on to California. Not realizing until later in life, his actions and behavior, his quests for new discoveries, and his desire to invent followed his father and grandfather on his mother’s side. Now an accomplished inventor, former NASA rocket scientist, deep sea robotics, and submarine explorer, he is now navigating the new Phygital realms connecting the physical and digital.
In this engaging and inspiring autobiography, Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard narrates his life filled with the stories of his grandparents’ sacrifices during WWII, his own mistakes and discoveries, and poses important questions on how to engage the listeners and their families to assist in creating and inventing better human-technology interfaces. Learning from his history, he is embarking on the journey to make his tomorrow better than today.
While my own life story does not include war, Mayan Indians, Nazis, or building new countries or nations, you may start to see some interesting trends that I have only now started to understand as my hair is turning gray.
I left Norway to study in the UK at 18 instead of attending the university in Norway where my father was a visiting professor. I had been accepted, and staying in Norway would have been easier. All the education was in Norwegian. In England, they speak English a lot, even more so in the university classes.
I worked on subsea engineering and robotics. I got stuck in a submarine at the bottom of the North Sea. It made me look into space and explore other paths, which eventually brought me to the USA. So, I shifted from subsea robotics to aerospace and worked with NASA on their space shuttle at one of their big sub-contractors.
I had great success and was on the corporate ladder, supporting Boeing and Airbus in certifying their aircraft for the FAA, but I wanted more adventure. So, I ventured into a completely different realm, from deep-sea robotics, aerospace, and deep space to the equally mysterious world of make-up and fashion. As you may be able to tell, it is not a typical employment path.
From there onward, I moved into another entirely different business sector: building new homes and communities and becoming a real estate broker and land developer. Once that wasn’t exciting enough, I went onto something brand new.
Mobile technology. Another brand new frontier. I came into telecommunications, looking for new ways to connect the physical and digital worlds and build a way to enhance daily experiences.
As an American sci-fi author, Kage Baker said, “I don’t think humanity just replays history. We are the same people our ancestors were, and our descendants are going to face a lot of the same situations we do. It’s instructive to imagine how they would react to different technologies on different worlds.”
You must have figured by now that I am somewhat unusual. I don’t choose the road that most take. Instead, I create new paths. While different from my forefathers and parents, we will explore some remarkable similarities.
I am a patented inventor. I have started new companies and have also gone bankrupt.I have made a fortune and have lost it all. I’ve lived in tiny apartments and huge mansions. I have had a large family to feed and have sometimes been alone with my boy with little support.
But throughout it all, I seek answers to new questions! I ask, then paint visions of the future in my head. I think outside the box. I have been recognized by the high-tech giant CGI as one of the top technology visionaries in the world and have won numerous awards and accolades, from recognition at the White House to magazine cover stories.
I choose to do things differently. I’m an idealistic inventor and fascinated by technological and scientific innovation. I have conceived and invented things that affect millions of people and more to come. The common thread between all these various industries has been my desire to do something different and deliver better outcomes. I model, recreate, build, and deploy, and then I seem to get bored and go to the next challenge!
Weird, huh?
I have traveled the world and met key political figures across the globe, from 10 Downing Street in the UK to the White House in the USA, from Abu Dhabi to Norway, and from Hong Kong to Thailand.
As I look to the future, I wonder what we can learn about the past. Can we look at my family’s history and see how this can be used to improve the algorithms of augmented intelligence systems of the future? Is this my next destination? I am building solutions that connect the physical and digital, creating new worlds—Metaverses and Phygital spaces.
During the COVID-19 pandemic lockdown, I discovered my interest in the lost art of storytelling. My family, our four kids, and my fiancé had conversations around our dining table and shared ideas. I have observed my kids’ changing use of technology over the years. Now, we sat down and talked about it instead of using it. This made me realize that technological advancement has challenged the human transfer of knowledge and experience. Before, it was the tech that enabled us to talk. Now, we sat down at the table and spoke.
It was as if we had rediscovered something powerful. The COVID pandemic made us pause and observe how we had become dependent on tech for tech’s sake. We had lost the art of storytelling.
Personally, as you may be able to tell, I’ve always been driven by the challenge of combining science and innovation in ways that improve our lives. This is especiallysignificant in today’s ever-changing digital world, but we must keep the human elements.
It’s about taking advantage of the latest communication innovations delivered to everyone’s hand, wrist, and pocket. We all walk around with these connected “supercomputers” —our mobile phones. They are far faster and superior to those my grandfather used at UCLA or those my father used to find oil. Better than those used to build and used to operate the Space Shuttle to deliver people to space and back! Vastly more powerful than those I used to ensure we are all safe when we fly commercial airliners. We have enabled businesses and organizations to drive dynamic marketing, services, and communications. The result is the ability to easily bring real-time, relevant experiences to people in places like convention centers, universities, airports, medical centers, hospitals, events, office buildings, and tourist destinations. We even use these computers to play games when in the restroom! With my patented platform, we even deliver a layer of contextual intelligence to communications, turning engagements into relationships. Today’s norm was crazy science fiction only a few years ago. Imagine what we will consider normal 5 years from now?!
An excerpt from Yuval Noah Harari’s book, Homo Deus: A History of Tomorrow, reads, “If Kindle is upgraded with face recognition and biometric sensors, it can know what made you laugh, what made you sad, and what made you angry. Soon, books will read you while you are reading them.”
This is possible today. My platform can do this and more… much more. Even when shopping, stores can read people’s reactions to products and ads served on shelves in real time. Creating experiences like those in the SciFi movie “Minority Report” with personalized ads and offers to those in front of the signs is quite easy with my platform. We can even do more. We can send that offer to your phone there and then, and with a single button, ship it to your home! Why is it not everywhere yet, you may ask? Sometimes, just because you can doesn’t mean you should. The creepy factor of these interactive AI displays is rather high. But soon, this will be common. Imagine a flight display at an airport changing the flight and gate information to your flight as you approach it and then sending the gate information to your phone’s indoor navigation system so the phone will tell you where to go. This is possible now with contextually intelligent signage systems, integrated indoor navigation, and hybrid mobile app interfaces. It’s all part of a Contextually Intelligent Communication Platform ecosystem.
Nowadays, technology is all around us; as we fast forward deeper into the territories of intelligent computers and brain interfaces, the question of whether technology isneutral or not arises. One can argue that no moral value can be accredited to technology.
Technology is blind, is the thought. Thus, tools only have value when a person with their value system applies them, and thus, the technology is dependent on the value system of that individual.
Hence, this outlook advocates that the operators are responsible for the ethical use of technology. This argument is used all over. Crypto itself doesn’t cause terrorism. Terrorist do. Another such argument is that we shouldn’t blame guns for killing people. It’s not the gun that kills in and of itself. It’s the person pulling the trigger. Guns are neutral; people aren’t. But isn’t the fact that the gun enabled the killer and that crypto enables terrorists to do their horrible acts of violence? So, then, the tech enables actions. In fact, in a way, with this mindset, the technology augments the human’s actions.
When evaluating technologies and what to invent, should we consider why and what they can be used for? Surely, the invention of the atomic bomb had these diabolic considerations—if you drop one bomb, hundreds of thousands will die. But if you don’t drop the bomb, the war will continue, and many more will be lost. Is it our values that determine what technology to build? It’s the consideration of what is good and what is right. If a choice to invent something may be used for evil and wrong reasons versus not inventing it at all, I would suggest that it’s better to invent and then invent ways to control it. Someone else will eventually invent something similar and may not have the same moral considerations as you do!
While the actual value for the technology users will determine how the technology is used, the fact that it only exists because of our values makes them inseparable. Thus, we can debate that technology can be maneuvered. It can add choices or improve processes that point in a specific direction.
In addition to that, when we get too used to how things are, it takes a greater struggle to see how things could be different. It takes a more creative mind to see it in any other way. As time passes and familiarity grows, the technology and its functions become so entrenched as to be hardly thought about or questioned.
In 1986, Robert J. Welchel wrote in IEEE Technology and Society Magazine:
“This moral neutrality is based upon viewing technology purely as a means (providing tools for society to use) with the ends (the actual usage of technology) lying beyond and outside the realm of engineering; this position also assumes that available means have no causal influence on the ends chosen. If technology truly is only a means, then engineering is a second-class profession since we are the mere pawns of the real power brokers. We buy our innocence at a tremendous cost: To be innocent, we must be powerless.”
A vital impediment here is our inherent acceptance of the failure to predict the future. If no designer, inventor, or company can foresee the future benefits and costs of what they build, how can they ensure they embed good values?
So, using the information we have, we must find the best explanations or predictions we can. We can learn from our mistakes and make better decisions if we consider how different technologies progress and their consequences.
This is important, as future technologies will likely be much more powerful and consequential than today. Can we find ways to ensure these systems are based on knowledge of what works elsewhere? What worked before? Is there a way to learn from this transfer of knowledge that passes from generation to generation when the ages cannot physically meet? Naturally, I cannot meet and talk with my great-great-grandfather; he passed away long before I was born. How am I following his path so closely?
So, we are heading into a future where it is important to start asking strange and new questions. When intelligent machines make their own ethical choices, it will make no sense to say that technology is neutral, and aligning our values will be tremendously important.
Now it is getting interesting, isn’t it? There is much more to ponder and think about. We all know that there are consequences to our actions. Now, we must consider that there are consequences to our thoughts, dreams, and visions.
About The Author
Bernt Erik Bjontegard
Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard is the inventor of the patented, award-winning Spark Compass™, a Contextually Intelligent™ communication platform used globally to deliver the right message to the right person at the right time and place. As founder and CEO of Total Communicator Solutions, Inc., Erik has led innovative deployments at events like Wimbledon and America’s Cup, for brands like Puma and Coca-Cola, and even for public health initiatives in the UK. He holds multiple pioneering patents, many of which have been cited by industry giants, including IBM, Apple, Samsung, Google, and Qualcomm. Originally from Norway, Erik began his journey as a snow shuffler and windsurf instructor, later earning a full scholarship to the University of Salford in the UK. He became a mechanical engineer, designing deep-sea robotics before working with NASA on the Space Shuttle program—something he proudly recalls with his favorite phrase: “I used to be a rocket scientist!” He later certified aircraft designs for Boeing and Airbus and has contributed to technologies that are now part of 5G infrastructure.
Erik’s career path has been anything but conventional, spanning fashion, real estate, and advanced telecommunications. His time with Qualcomm’s Corporate R&D team saw him contribute to emerging platforms like Vuforia and Gimbal, and it was there he learned to write patents and began his deep dive into innovation. Erik is also an honorary Fellow at the University of Salford and serves on advisory boards for several universities, sharing his visionary insights with future generations. In his autobiography, Erik reflects on his life journey, his family’s sacrifices during WWII, and the inherited spirit of innovation that connects generations. He explores how human experiences can shape the development of intelligent systems that enhance rather than replace human work. Through personal stories and big-picture questions, Erik invites readers to imagine a better future—one where technology supports humanity, not the other way around.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to TRB Lounge. Today, I’d like to welcome Miles Joyner, author of Bazaar, for an author interview with The Reading Bud.
About The Author
Miles Joyner
Miles shifted to novels after years of filmmaking and editing television in the Washington, DC area. He particularly loves the technothriller genre at the moment and is an active member of International Thriller Writers where his first novel, Bazaar, was selected for their Debut Authors program. He also attends monthly meetings for the writer’s group, Novels in Progress DC.
Welcome to TRB! Please give our readers a brief introduction about yourself before webegin. (We’d love to know beyond what your Author Bio says about you.)
I’m a writer who primarily writes novels and screenplays. I love most genres, but if I had to pick a favorite it’d probably be technothrillers. Nothing much else to say about to me other than what’s in the book 🙂
Beyond the official blurb, could you offer us a unique insight or a behind-the-scenes glimpse into your book?
I first came across the concept of an assassination market in the early 2010s, specifically the one conceived by the controversial engineer Jim Bell which is the basis for how the Bazaar in the novel functions. I was pretty surprised that even though the concept of crowdsourced assassinations may have been used in fiction, I couldn’t find a story based around Bell’s concept about a Crypto-backed dead pool revolutionizing politics. I had always wanted to write something about a tactical squad and I realized the area I grew up in would serve as the perfect backdrop for a dark scenario where Bell’s vision is a reality.
Every book has a starting point. What was the spark or pivotal moment that inspired you to write this one?
Bazaar was originally a TV pilot I wrote. It did pretty well in some screenplay contests, however it was constructive feedback that gave me the idea it was fitting to write the novel. A reader had remarked that while the idea had limitless potential, the characters felt a bit flat except for the anatgonist, Aaron. I wrote the first chapter sometime in late 2019 and it immediately became an addiction.
Is there a core message or theme in your book that you wish readers to discover?
The major theme that seems to fascinate me the most during the writing process is entrepreneurship. In a way, both Aaron and Yemi are entrepreneurs with a common goal, financial freedom. They’re just on opposite sides of the law. One is a contract killer and the other a contract bodyguard. They pursue their goals relentlessly as rapidly evolving technology and widespread sharing of information show the cracks in the modern political system. Other things such as class, corruption, and power are also mixed up in there, but I’m not trying to preach anything. My favorite raction so far has been certain readers wondering if this could really happen given the direction society is going.
Of all the characters in your book, do you have a personal favourite? What makes themspecial to you?
I love them all for different reasons, but I think my personal favorite may be Damien. He only appears in one scene in the latter half of the novel, yet he has two very different sides to his personality, one he thought he left in the past but is forced to make an appearance when he is faced with the potential for violence. Hopefully this doesn’t spoil the story, but I like how he’s pretty much the only person who humbles Aaron.
How do you approach character development, ensuring they resonate with readers and feel authentic?
I base characters off real life people I’ve met that intrigued me in some shape or form. Even if I didn’t get a long with them. It’s impossible to write something that appeases everybody, so I just focus on creating characters I personally find fascinating or interesting.
What was the inspiration for this book? Was it an idea, an anecdote, a dream, or something else?
That’s hard to pin down, but I pretty much tie it to my fascination with stories centered around squads whether it be video games, films, or novels combined with me learning more about how an assassination market works.
Thank you, author Joyner, for taking the time to answer our questions and for all your insightful and interesting answers!
About the Book
Bazaar
A high-profile homicide of a former ambassador’s son in the nightlife district of the nation’s capital gets connected to an assassination market on the dark web, turning the DC area into a battlefield over a new generation of class warfare. When the ex-diplomat, Chiedu Attah, hires an elite executive protection team headed by siblings Yemi and Karen Uzunma to guarantee his safety, the security firm realizes they are going up against a young inventive contract killer who is determined to finish off the political VIP by any means necessary.
Bazaar is the first book in a series that follows the security contractor Raptor as it deals with the ramifications the prediction market has on the political celebrities of the capital region.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Suze Leonie for their latest release, Yonah and Devorah’s Traveling Music Theatre.
Book: Yonah and Devorah’s Traveling Music Theatre Author: Suze Leonie Publication date: 1 October 2014 Genres: General Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Literary Fiction Page Count: 157 pages Publisher: Fidessa Literary
About the Book
When famous new media artist Eli Schmidt inherits a mysterious chest from his emotionally detached grandmother that he is instructed not to open, he can’t curb his curiosity. Inside, he finds a lost and lonely doll named Devorah, who begins to heartbreakingly scream for the love of her life, Yonah. Wishing he had obeyed orders, Eli has no choice but to go on a journey to reunite the pair. To his great distress, this means he must give up his treasured peace and quiet and do what he loathes the most: interact with other people. While Eli desperately tries to break free from this burden, Devorah amplifies her control, embroiling him in a battle that will forever change the course of his life.
You can find Yonah and Devorah’s Traveling Music Theatre here: Amazon
About The Author
Suze Leonie
Suze Leonie is a literary fiction and children’s fiction author and illustrator from a Dutch coastal town. She has a passion for literature and philosophy and when she isn’t writing or drawing, she’s usually found with a book in her hand. In the spring of 2024 Suze Leonie made her debut with the novel Ivan, Boris and Me, which is the first book in a collection of literary works that heavily focus on human psychology. When Suze Leonie is able to let go of her precious books she enjoys going to museums, good food, board games and long walks on the beach.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Bernt Erik Bjontegard for his latest release, History Rules My Tomorrow.
About The Author
Bernt Erik Bjontegard
Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard is the inventor of the patented, award-winning Spark Compass™, a Contextually Intelligent™ communication platform used globally to deliver the right message to the right person at the right time and place. As founder and CEO of Total Communicator Solutions, Inc., Erik has led innovative deployments at events like Wimbledon and America’s Cup, for brands like Puma and Coca-Cola, and even for public health initiatives in the UK. He holds multiple pioneering patents, many of which have been cited by industry giants, including IBM, Apple, Samsung, Google, and Qualcomm.
Originally from Norway, Erik began his journey as a snow shuffler and windsurf instructor, later earning a full scholarship to the University of Salford in the UK. He became a mechanical engineer, designing deep-sea robotics before working with NASA on the Space Shuttle program—something he proudly recalls with his favorite phrase: “I used to be a rocket scientist!” He later certified aircraft designs for Boeing and Airbus and has contributed to technologies that are now part of 5G infrastructure.
Erik’s career path has been anything but conventional, spanning fashion, real estate, and advanced telecommunications. His time with Qualcomm’s Corporate R&D team saw him contribute to emerging platforms like Vuforia and Gimbal, and it was there he learned to write patents and began his deep dive into innovation. Erik is also an honorary Fellow at the University of Salford and serves on advisory boards for several universities, sharing his visionary insights with future generations.
In his autobiography, Erik reflects on his life journey, his family’s sacrifices during WWII, and the inherited spirit of innovation that connects generations. He explores how human experiences can shape the development of intelligent systems that enhance rather than replace human work.
Through personal stories and big-picture questions, Erik invites readers to imagine a better future—one where technology supports humanity, not the other way around.
A question to ponder: are we as humans pre-programmed to “follow in our father’s footsteps?” Is there something inherent in our heritage? Do we repeat what our forefathers and mothers did?
And if so, can we apply these inherited cross-generational learning methods as we invent the next generations of intelligent systems? Rather than creating AI that is artificial and intended to replace human work, can we create intelligent systems that AUGMENT the human’s work and support him or her? Can we invent intelligent systems that learn and improve themselves with the mind of creating betterment for all humans as well?
Erik Bjontegard left Norway when he was 18 to study in the UK, then moved on to California. Not realizing until later in life, his actions and behavior, his quests for new discoveries, and his desire to invent followed his father and grandfather on his mother’s side. Now an accomplished inventor, former NASA rocket scientist, deep sea robotics, and submarine explorer, he is now navigating the new Phygital realms connecting the physical and digital.
In this engaging and inspiring autobiography, Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard narrates his life filled with the stories of his grandparents’ sacrifices during WWII, his own mistakes and discoveries, and poses important questions on how to engage the listeners and their families to assist in creating and inventing better human-technology interfaces. Learning from his history, he is embarking on the journey to make his tomorrow better than today.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Adam Knight today, who will be unveiling an insightful excerpt from their memoir, Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into this beautiful book!
About the Book
Made of Iron
Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story 1939, Southern Poland. Dina was a young Jewish woman. She anticipated getting married and raising a family in the same small town where she had grown up. War broke her life. But it would not break her. Dina endured years of suffering in Auschwitz concentration camp, then more years of homelessness after the war. She finally settled in America where, after finally raising that family, she dedicated her life to sharing her story with young people. I was one of them.
Stepping into the lecture hall of my high school filled me with a sense o freverence and awe. Ordinary classes on ordinary days took place in ordinary rooms, but the lecture hall was for special events. As a freshman, I had never been inside. I scanned the banked rows of hard-backed plastic seats and the laminated tables that curved in a semicircle around the lighted stage. A pair of chairs sat in the middle of the stage. One, I knew, was for my teacher; the other was for the guest—the guest for this special event.
I took a seat in the second row. I didn’t dare sit in the back row. People who sit in the back row send a certain message to the speaker. I also didn’t sit in the front. That was too close. I was, and will always be, a sit-in-the- second-row type of person. I set my overloaded backpack down by a seat, then plunked myself down. The seat swiveled. How fancy! How collegiate! I could hear the squeaks and groans of all of the other seats in the hall. My classmate who sat next to me commented about how we should have class here every day. I smiled and agreed. It’s just a thing to say.
Recently, in history class, we finished a unit about the Holocaust and genocide. It was the first time I learned about these topics, and as always, I studied and did well on the test. Our teacher, Mr. Adessa, invited this guest speaker to give us a better understanding of the material. Since I had already gotten an A on the test, I did not see how much better understanding I could have, but I welcomed any assembly that broke up the monotony of the school day. I was 15 years old.
Mr. Adessa stepped onto the stage. He was tall, over six feet with a military bearing that made him seem taller still. Mustachioed, hair swept back, he was a man who rarely smiled, I had come to recognize him as a teacher who was tough and demanding and expected more of his students than they realized they could handle. A teacher who would give a B+ to an A student, so the student worked harder to realize what an A requires. Me.
He welcomed us and invited us to sit and pay attention. His students obeyed.
“I have with me here an important guest to our school. She is also a dear friend of mine. In class, you have learned about the Holocaust. You have heard of the Auschwitz concentration camp. You have learned a little bit about what happened to those who survived. I want to introduce you to my friend, Dina. She lives in Elmira, about an hour from here. She has a family there and has lived here in upstate New York for almost 50 years. But before that, she grew up in Poland and—well, I will let her tell her story.”
He escorted a woman to the chairs on the stage. He stooped down to offer an arm, though she did not need it. This woman could not have been more than five feet tall, with curly white hair and piercing eyes. She seemed old, the age of my grandparents, but she moved with a sense of strength and surety that made her seem like she could live forever. She sat in one chair. Mr. Adessa took the other.
“Thank you,” she said, and I immediately heard the Eastern European accent. She faced the audience. “My name is Dina Jacobson, and I was in Auschwitz concentration camp.”
I listened, silent and respectful, as Dina spent the next hour telling us about her life. She told us a few details about growing up on a farm in Poland. She told us about Nazis coming to her hometown and taking her family away, then eventually taking her. Much of her talk consisted of stories about her years in Auschwitz. She told about the abuse she suffered at the hands of guards, about living off of no more than a cup of ersatz coffee and a thin slice of bread each day. She rolled up her sleeve and showed us her forearm, where a number was written in blue ink. I couldn’t see the number clearly, as I was two rows back. Mr. Adessa told us that if we want to come up and see the tattoo up close at the end of the talk, we will have an opportunity. I already knew I would not. That would be too close.
Dina finished her talk by telling us a little about liberation from the camp, and about living in Elmira. Then she took questions, and students wanted to know more about the concentration camps. They wanted details. They wanted to know how terrible it was, and Dina did her best to explain. I asked no questions. I was moved, though not to tears, like some of my classmates. I assumed that this talk, like most educational experiences, will settle into my memory and stay there. I assumed that between the unit in history class and the presentation that day, I learned most of what I needed to know about the Holocaust. I assumed my relationship with Dina would end after the talk, and my relationship with my history teacher would end in June.
About all of these assumptions, I was completely wrong.
About The Author
Adam Knight
Adam Knight is an author and teacher in northern New Jersey, USA. His novel, At the Trough, was published in 2019 by NineStar Press. His memoir, Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story, was published in 2024 by The Wordsmithy. His short fiction and essays have been published in a number of anthologies and online venues, including Arcturus Press, Daily Science Fiction and Escape Pod. He is currently seeking publication for a cosmic horror novel about the sinking of the Titanic.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Miles Joyner for his latest release, Bazaar.
About The Author
Miles Joyner
Miles shifted to novels after years of filmmaking and editing television in the Washington, DC area. He particularly loves the technothriller genre at the moment and is an active member of International Thriller Writers where his first novel, Bazaar, was selected for their Debut Authors program. He also attends monthly meetings for the writer’s group, Novels in Progress DC.
A high-profile homicide of a former ambassador’s son in the nightlife district of the nation’s capital gets connected to an assassination market on the dark web, turning the DC area into a battlefield over a new generation of class warfare. When the ex-diplomat, Chiedu Attah, hires an elite executive protection team headed by siblings Yemi and Karen Uzunma to guarantee his safety, the security firm realizes they are going up against a young inventive contract killer who is determined to finish off the political VIP by any means necessary.
Bazaar is the first book in a series that follows the security contractor Raptor as it deals with the ramifications the prediction market has on the political celebrities of the capital region.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Bernt Erik Bjontegard for his latest release, History Rules my Tomorrow.
Book: History Rules My Tomorrow Author: Bernt Erik Bjontegard Publication date: 12/5/23 Genres: Memoir, Biography Page Count: 366 pages Publisher: –
About the Book
A question to ponder: are we as humans pre-programmed to “follow in our father’s footsteps?” Is there something inherent in our heritage? Do we repeat what our forefathers and mothers did?
And if so, can we apply these inherited cross-generational learning methods as we invent the next generations of intelligent systems? Rather than creating AI that is artificial and intended to replace human work, can we create intelligent systems that AUGMENT the human’s work and support him or her? Can we invent intelligent systems that learn and improve themselves with the mind of creating betterment for all humans as well?
Erik Bjontegard left Norway when he was 18 to study in the UK, then moved on to California. Not realizing until later in life, his actions and behavior, his quests for new discoveries, and his desire to invent followed his father and grandfather on his mother’s side. Now an accomplished inventor, former NASA rocket scientist, deep sea robotics, and submarine explorer, he is now navigating the new Phygital realms connecting the physical and digital.
In this engaging and inspiring autobiography, Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard narrates his life filled with the stories of his grandparents’ sacrifices during WWII, his own mistakes and discoveries, and poses important questions on how to engage the listeners and their families to assist in creating and inventing better human-technology interfaces. Learning from his history, he is embarking on the journey to make his tomorrow better than today.
Bernt “Erik” Bjontegard is the inventor of the patented, award-winning Spark Compass™, a Contextually Intelligent™ communication platform used globally to deliver the right message to the right person at the right time and place. As founder and CEO of Total Communicator Solutions, Inc., Erik has led innovative deployments at events like Wimbledon and America’s Cup, for brands like Puma and Coca-Cola, and even for public health initiatives in the UK. He holds multiple pioneering patents, many of which have been cited by industry giants, including IBM, Apple, Samsung, Google, and Qualcomm.
Originally from Norway, Erik began his journey as a snow shuffler and windsurf instructor, later earning a full scholarship to the University of Salford in the UK. He became a mechanical engineer, designing deep-sea robotics before working with NASA on the Space Shuttle program—something he proudly recalls with his favorite phrase: “I used to be a rocket scientist!” He later certified aircraft designs for Boeing and Airbus and has contributed to technologies that are now part of 5G infrastructure.
Erik’s career path has been anything but conventional, spanning fashion, real estate, and advanced telecommunications. His time with Qualcomm’s Corporate R&D team saw him contribute to emerging platforms like Vuforia and Gimbal, and it was there he learned to write patents and began his deep dive into innovation. Erik is also an honorary Fellow at the University of Salford and serves on advisory boards for several universities, sharing his visionary insights with future generations.
In his autobiography, Erik reflects on his life journey, his family’s sacrifices during WWII, and the inherited spirit of innovation that connects generations. He explores how human experiences can shape the development of intelligent systems that enhance rather than replace human work.
Through personal stories and big-picture questions, Erik invites readers to imagine a better future—one where technology supports humanity, not the other way around.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Adam Knight for his latest release, Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story.
Book: Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story Author: Adam Knight Publication date: September 2024 Genres: Memoir Page Count: 259 pages Publisher: The Wordsmithy LLC
About the Book
Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story 1939, Southern Poland. Dina was a young Jewish woman. She anticipated getting married and raising a family in the same small town where she had grown up. War broke her life. But it would not break her. Dina endured years of suffering in Auschwitz concentration camp, then more years of homelessness after the war. She finally settled in America where, after finally raising that family, she dedicated her life to sharing her story with young people. I was one of them.
Adam Knight is an author and teacher in northern New Jersey, USA. His novel, At the Trough, was published in 2019 by NineStar Press. His memoir, Made of Iron: The Dina Jacobson Story, was published in 2024 by The Wordsmithy. His short fiction and essays have been published in a number of anthologies and online venues, including Arcturus Press, Daily Science Fiction and Escape Pod. He is currently seeking publication for a cosmic horror novel about the sinking of the Titanic.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Miles Joyner for his latest release, Bazaar.
Book: Bazaar Author: Miles Joyner Publication date: March 24, 2025 Genres: Crime, Thriller, Suspense, Technothriller Page Count: 355 pages Publisher: World Castle Publishing
About the Book
A high-profile homicide of a former ambassador’s son in the nightlife district of the nation’s capital gets connected to an assassination market on the dark web, turning the DC area into a battlefield over a new generation of class warfare. When the ex-diplomat, Chiedu Attah, hires an elite executive protection team headed by siblings Yemi and Karen Uzunma to guarantee his safety, the security firm realizes they are going up against a young inventive contract killer who is determined to finish off the political VIP by any means necessary.
Bazaar is the first book in a series that follows the security contractor Raptor as it deals with the ramifications the prediction market has on the political celebrities of the capital region.
Miles shifted to novels after years of filmmaking and editing television in the Washington, DC area. He particularly loves the technothriller genre at the moment and is an active member of International Thriller Writers where his first novel, Bazaar, was selected for their Debut Authors program. He also attends monthly meetings for the writer’s group, Novels in Progress DC.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Morgan Hatch today, who will be unveiling an intriguing excerpt from the first installment of their new suspense-thriller trilogy, Gone to Ground. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into the intriguing plot they’ve crafted in their latest work!
About the Book
Gone to Ground
The first in a suspenseful new trilogy, a fast-paced thriller set in the streets of Los Angeles, featuring a Mexican American high school senior embroiled in a conspiracy that threatens to destroy his neighborhood.
Javier Jimenez is on a glide path to college while his brother, Alex, has done a 180 and is heading for trouble. Neither, however, have any idea what’s coming their way when George Jones sets in motion his plan for their neighborhood. “Some people flip homes. I flip zip codes.” It’s a cataclysmic vision of urban renewal replete with manmade disasters, civil unrest, and a tsunami of ambitious Zoomers.
Meanwhile, Alex and Javier’s feud quickly escalates, even as Alex finds himself in way over his head with Denker Street, the local gang. The bodies start falling, and Javier soon realizes Jones has put a target on his back. It’s time to go to ground. Can he keep Alex from falling further into the streets? Can he outplay Jones at his own game? All this and his own hopes, once so bright, now fading like a smog-shrouded LA skyline.
Halfway through lunch, the pair from Denker would arrive, Itchy and Scratchy, the former notable for his insistent, vacuous smile and the latter for his slightly forlorn appearance. They’d take the bleachers two at a time, stepping over lunch trays on their way to the back row. Itchy always had on a pristine ball cap turned at a jaunty angle, a shiny decal still affixed to the bill, and Scratchy, hands shoved deep in his pockets, wore a hoodie that bisected his skull and swung off the crown of his head as if glued in place. Itchy would plop down next to Alex, stick one hand in the bag of chips, then drape an arm over Alex’s shoulder, a telling combination of coercion and brotherhood that had grown over the first semester. Three months ago, Alex would have given the boy all shoulder, kept his eyes on his phone. Here it was October, now with the dap and the head nods, a steady drip of street-love like water for the thirsty. Itchy, the salesman, brought the hype, and sad-sack Scratchy brought the promise of violence. Javier held the most contempt for guys like Scratchy, follow-ons who kept the whole charade going. Javier had known a handful of Scratchies—his friend, Chuey, exhibit A—and knew they had more choice in their lives than the Itchys of the world who couldn’t help but inspire the worst in others. Scratchies lacked imagination, and without them, Itchys were just gas.
The Gaither lunch bell rang. Scratchy scanned the quad like a farmer looking for a good place to plant corn. He clutched the side of his jeans and climbed down the steps, a pop-and-lock that gave him the appearance of old age. Then Itchy stood, having sold Alex a vision of vidaloca now for ten minutes, and offered the cherry-on-top out of view of the school cameras. His hands, belt-high and with the fluid grace of an interpreter for the deaf, flashed the Denker trademark S-R-V: the first letters of the three street names, Sepulveda, Roscoe, and Van Nuys, which bounded their neighborhood, Barrio Horseshoe, or as everyone called it, the Shoe.
There was no fourth street because the southern boundary of the Shoe was a lunar landscape called Dogtown, a 500-acre vacant lot in the middle of East San Fernando Valley big enough to site a football stadium. Fifty years ago, when this part of Los Angeles had been mostly farmland, the area had been a man-made lake. Seen from above even today, it resembled an enormous footprint minus the toes. On Google Maps, it was cryptically referred to as a hazard abatement area, a lake long since dried up and now a tent city for the Valley’s destitute. Both code and law enforcement took a hands-off approach, certain that a close look would trigger enough paperwork to keep everyone behind their desks for months.
Javier watched Alex slow-walk to class like he was underwater. Another bad sign.
“Dumb and Dumber come by?” Raffa broke in.
Class was ending, Patel now returning to the mundane world of homework and Friday’s quiz. Javier looked at the whiteboard and made a mental note of the page numbers to read and the problem set to finish. Raffa knew Javier had been watching Alex and the daily ritual. “He’s in eighth grade, big brother. They’re all stupid.” Raffa zipped up his backpack. “Trust me. Jocelyn belongs in a cage.” Jocelyn was his sister. “I say put ‘em all on an island, come back in a year. Whoever survives gets to go on to high school.”
Javier thought of smiling but couldn’t. “Kid’s a follower, and he’s angry about something.” He stuck his notebook in his backpack and watched Alex disappear around a building. “Those two mooks been working him since August.” He couldn’t shake the fact that it was Alex, not Beto or Augusto, who’d been the target these past three months.
The bell rang, and the class stood to leave. Javier nudged Gio who was now staring at McRibbs, the skeleton parked in the corner, its head tilted toward the floor as if he’d dropped a set of keys. Enrique was already macking on the girl next to him who had the hunched posture of someone expecting a bomb to go off. Javier, Raffa, and Gio left him there and walked into the hallway traffic, a human salmon run after fourth period.
Raffa turned to Javier over his shoulder. “Relax. He’s gonna join a tagging crew, throw up his placa three times, get busted on the fourth when he shows up on camera.” They wound down the stairwell and outside to the quad. “Then Mendez’s gonna turn the jets on his ass.” Raffa took out his water bottle, offered a sip first to Gio then to Javier; both declined. “Then you’ll take him to Walmart to buy a new set of chones.”
Officer Mendez was the school police officer who’d made it his life’s mission to put wayward boys like Alex back on the path their mothers wanted them on. Twice a year he’d round up the Gaither frequent fliers and put them into a room with a group of veteranos who’d lived the life, done the time, and now put the fear of God into boys like Alex. Their facial scars webbed with stitch lines belied a history of violence, their jailhouse tats now blurred and illegible. Eight of them would put their chairs in a row, a firing squad for each of the Gaither bad apples.
See this paperclip? That’s what Papi will use to ink his initials on your neck, entiendes? Then another would push in closer, an ugly, staring face with dead eyes. Each fatherless boy, an unexpected spark of need suddenly welling up, as if summoned by this stranger, so close now, he could hear the man’s breath whistling through his nose. One by one, their chairs scraping the floor, until they formed an OG semicircle. One of them—whichever one still had his prison swole—would whip off his shirt to reveal a torso slabbed with muscle.
Gonna put salt on yo ass. Hahahahahaha. Yo ass taste better with salt. More riotous laughter then Mendez would get up and leave the room to take a call, and that’s when some of the boys would pee themselves.
About The Author
Morgan Hatch
Having been a teacher for thirty years in the public schools of Los Angeles, Morgan Hatch now writes about the people and places he’s encountered in the classrooms and neighborhoods in which he’s worked. Inspired by true events detailed in his blog, Gone To Ground is his debut novel. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife where he is forever trying to learn his mother-in-law’s dal dhokli recipe.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Robert A. Walker today, who will be unveiling an intriguing excerpt from their new series, The Legends of Baelon. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into the intriguing world they’ve crafted in their latest work!
About the Book
Two Crowns, Three Blades
“Revenge is a temptress, full of promise, but she rarely satisfies… and almost always exacts payment.“
Still grieving over the loss of his wife and daughter, King Axil of Aranox declares war on The Guild of Takers. The GOT’s High Order responds, strengthening its efforts to kill both of Baelon’s monarchs. Tristan Godfrey seeks his brother’s murderer, and true love is made to wait again as Sibil Dunn embarks on a solitary crusade. Saved from the guillotine, Overseer Reynard Rascall looks to avenge Spiro’s death, while retired Royal Guard, Rolft Aerns, recovers from his wounds and puts away his sword—until, that is, he learns of Sibil’s quest.
By mid-morning, they were deep in what Gradi repeatedly referred to as “the wicked woods,” surrounded by coniferous evergreens, patches of smokewood, and masses of joining trees so closely knit the sun could not find the forest floor. Overhead, the only visible patch of sky mirrored the trail they followed, like a ribbon of blue framed by the tips of tall trees on either side.
Warm air enveloped them, prompting conservation of movement. Their horses plodded along, side by side, hooves nearly silent on a carpet of duff.The lush forest undergrowth captured other noises, quickly suffocating them. But each snap of a twig, every rustle of dried leaves, reminded Sibil that the bortok thought itself the king of the Dark Woods, and its subjects all fair prey.
There was little in the landscape to spark interest, or to distinguish one stretch of trail from the next, until the sudden appearance of a fork in the road.
“Corpse’s Choice?” she asked.
Gradi nodded. “Decision time. You’re sure you won’t turn back?”
Before she could answer, the old man raised a hand, suggesting she stay silent. What sounded like the faint patter of rain caused her to look back down the trail, her gaze fixed there until three bare-chested riders turned a corner into view.
The biggest of them, a heavy, burly man, sat atop his horse like a large soup kettle. Or is he half beast? Thick, dark hair covered his bare arms and chest. A dozen or more coarse braids dangled past his shoulders, a few resting on his untrimmed beard. A string of white shells encircled his neck. Two leaner riders followed, their faces hidden from Sibil’s view until Black Braids stopped his mount to gawk at her and Gradi. His companions sidled next to him, one bald with a square, clean-shaven face and sunken eyes; the other was clearly younger than his counterparts, despite his scraggly beard. Even sitting in the saddle doing nothing, he appeared wild-eyed and agitated.
Just the type one might expect to inhabit the Dark Woods!
Wherever they were headed, the leader seemed in little hurry. Black Braids cast a look at Corpse’s Choice before cultivating his interest in Sibil. The way he stared reminded her of the king’s steward, and she glared back at him. He would have to do or say something especially pleasant in the very near future to change her first impression of him.
He spat into the woods. “Lost, are you?” His bald companion circled slowly behind Gradi. The youngest, all too interested in Sibil, coaxed his mount so close to Shadow the two horse’s flanks rubbed against one another. Sibil’s hand crept inside her shirt.
“Listen to me, friend.” Gradi leaned forward in his saddle to capture Black Braids’ attention. “Where we’re going is of no concern to you.” The words came slowly, as though meant to be digested just as carefully. “But as I can see what’s on your mind, I’m going to do you a favor and tell you what you need to know. The young lady is to be received by someone of importance. I’m not at liberty to say just who has sent for her, but given our location and the direction of our travel, I think that you might guess. If she does not arrive when expected, and in sound condition, whoever is to blame for that will live just long enough to regret his actions a thousand times over.”
“Is that right?” Black Braids snorted. “Someone special, is she? And yet…” His eyes spent a few moments studying Gradi and his rusted sword. “Whoever waits for her trusts the likes of you to protect her?”
“I’m not here to protect her,” Gradi said. “I’m merely her escort, and that should tell you something about the degree of trouble we are expected to encounter from others. You could easily dispense with me, no doubt. Just know that would offend the one who waits for her. She’s not to be touched. Not by me. Not by anyone. No one in their right mind would dare.”
One of Black Braids’ little fingers barely twitched, but its message was as clear to Sibil as it was to its intended audience. The youngest rider removed his hand from Shadow’s rump.
Gradi cleared his voice. “You’ve been warned.”
Clearly weighing options, Black Braids tried a different tack. “You don’t say. Perhaps whoever’s waiting for her would appreciate our joining you. Might they not be grateful for our protection?”
“They would not,” came Gradi’s curt response. “I’m to report any contact or unpleasantness upon our arrival. I trust I shan’t have to mention you, and that we’ll not cross paths again.” One of Black Braids’ nostrils began to twitch. Gradi’s expression did not waver. “I’ll close my eyes for a silent count of ten, shall I? And when I open them, I’ll pretend you were never here.”
Sibil’s fingers curled around the hilt of her knife. Her heart pounded as Gradi’s eyelids lowered.
Black Braids gave her a last look, and she returned it impassively. He spat toward the ground before digging his heels into his horse’s ribs. “Hyah!” All three riders took the left fork and trotted out of sight.
Sibil’s hand relaxed.
Gradi opened his eyes, and for a long moment, he just stared at her. “We’ll stay put for a bit, and let them put some distance between us, shall we?” Sibil nodded. “Though I seriously doubt they’ll trouble us further.”
“You’re shaking,” Sibil said.
“Am I?” Gradi held a hand out and watched it tremble. “So I am.”
“That was…” Sibil struggled to find the right words.
Gradi gave a nervous laugh. “Yes, it was.” He exhaled a heavy breath. “But I know the type.”
“Which is to say?” asked Sibil.
The old man smiled. “There are men whose courage is bound to their heart. It’s as much a part of them as any limb or bone. You cannot tame it, nor can they, not even in the face of certain death. It’s in their blood, you see, and will remain there until the last drop is spilled.”
Like Rolft, wounded and unarmed, challenging the knife-wielding “cat” to attack him during the celebration of Six Moons!
“These were a different breed,” Gradi said. “Their courage comes and goes like water from their bodies. If they think they hold the high ground or sense a weak opponent, they drink it in and swell like a sponge. But if they sense the slightest threat or danger, their courage leaks from them as easily as sweat or piss until there’s nothing left. A baby lamb could be attacking them, but if they’re made to believe it is a bortok, if they see it as a bortok, they’re going to run and hide.”
“What told you they were this breed?”
Gradi shrugged. “It was a gamble, to be sure. What I could see without a doubt was their intent. What else was I to do?”
Sibil nodded slowly. “I see.”
“You know the kind of man I’m talking about?”
“I do. And now I know the kind you are as well.” She tilted her head toward the left fork of Corpse’s Choice. “Shall we?”
About The Author
Robert A. Walker
I grew up in a small Northwestern town in Massachusetts. My father was a professional editor, so I’m sure the itch to play with words is something I inherited from him. I was always writing stories as a youth, and my dad would scribble all over them before handing them back to me. When I graduated college, I packed everything I owned into a small car with a rusted-out floorboard and headed west. I wound up in California where I found not only employment, but a wife, and we have lived here happily with our dogs and a view of the Pacific Ocean ever since. When I’m not fabricating tales, I can be found competing on local tennis courts or working on a never-ending list of DIY house projects.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Robert A. Walker for his book, Two Crowns, Three Blades.
Book: Two Crowns, Three Blades Author: Robert A. Walker Publication Date: April 30, 2025 Genres: Fantasy, Adventure Page Count: 394 pages
About the Book
“Revenge is a temptress, full of promise, but she rarely satisfies… and almost always exacts payment.“
Still grieving over the loss of his wife and daughter, King Axil of Aranox declares war on The Guild of Takers. The GOT’s High Order responds, strengthening its efforts to kill both of Baelon’s monarchs. Tristan Godfrey seeks his brother’s murderer, and true love is made to wait again as Sibil Dunn embarks on a solitary crusade. Saved from the guillotine, Overseer Reynard Rascall looks to avenge Spiro’s death, while retired Royal Guard, Rolft Aerns, recovers from his wounds and puts away his sword—until, that is, he learns of Sibil’s quest.
I grew up in a small Northwestern town in Massachusetts. My father was a professional editor, so I’m sure the itch to play with words is something I inherited from him. I was always writing stories as a youth, and my dad would scribble all over them before handing them back to me. When I graduated college, I packed everything I owned into a small car with a rusted-out floorboard and headed west. I wound up in California where I found not only employment, but a wife, and we have lived here happily with our dogs and a view of the Pacific Ocean ever since. When I’m not fabricating tales, I can be found competing on local tennis courts or working on a never-ending list of DIY house projects.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge. Today, I’d like to welcome Raphael Pond, author of Bell Tower for an author interview with The Reading Bud.
About The Author
Raphael Pond
Author bio: Raphael Pond earned a degree in professional writing at York College of Pennsylvania. While there, he also studied the philosophy of technology and its effects on humankind. Raphael currently lives in Salem, Oregon where he is a personal trainer by day and a writer by night. In the summers, he and his wife like to go on adventures in nature. They are always looking for a good hike, hot spring, swimming hole, or rock wall to climb.
Welcome to TRB! Please give our readers a brief introduction about yourself before we begin. (We’d love to know beyond what your Author Bio says about you.)
I’ve always been obsessed with the big questions: What is life? What is death? Where has humanity been? Where is humanity going? I think these are important questions. And I think every piece of our day-to-day lives – every struggle, every accomplishment, every pleasure, every pain – it’s all part of a story, a story that’s been going on for thousands of centuries. And it’s a crazy story, but I want to understand that story and appreciate it as much as possible. That’s why I read and write. The more I learn about humanity and its long, complicated story, the more I learn about myself and how I fit into that story.
Beyond the official blurb, could you offer us a unique insight or a behind-the-scenesglimpse into your book?
In my book, Bell Tower, there is a magical meditation called Solosis. Solosis is a soul-to-soul osmosis. Here’s how it works: Two people face each other. Then they say a sacred phrase. As soon as they say it, one person’s entire life flows through the other person. It only takes nine seconds, but after those nine seconds, those two people understand each other – their strengths, their weaknesses, their flaws, their wounds. After nine seconds, they can heal each other in profound ways.
Every book has a starting point. What was the spark or pivotal moment that inspired you to write this one?
In my early twenties, I went through a phase where I was fascinated by bell towers. I thought they were noble structures. Every time I heard one or looked at one, I imagined a more meaningful world, where the sound of the bells would wake us and remind us of what’s truly important, which, in my opinion, is each other.
Is there a core message or theme in your book that you wish readers to discover?
Yes. You have one short life on this planet. Use it to relate to other people, to discover inner peace, and to achieve great things. Don’t waste it on distractions.
Of all the characters in your book, do you have a personal favourite? What makes them
Hugo is my favorite character. He has a dark, twisted past and he’s been through weird, awful things, but he still gravitates towards good values. He seeks wisdom in the ancient past.
How do you approach character development, ensuring they resonate with readers and feel authentic?
When I think of characters, I think of wants/desires and flaws/wounds. I think of what’s holding them back and where they want to go. These are basic yet powerful forces that all of us can recognize in each other.
What was the inspiration for this book? Was it an idea, an anecdote, a dream, or something else?
The June of 1985 cover of National Geographic featured an Afghan girl with piercing green eyes. When I was 23, I saw that cover of National Geographic. I saw those eyes. And they stirred something inside of me. They wanted me to tell a story about eye-contact, about empathy, about demanding the best of the human spirit.
How long did it take you to write this particular book?
I wrote many drafts over many years. The final draft took about six months.
Are you working on any other stories presently?
I’m brainstorming another near-future fiction story. But I also want to get some short stories out there.
Why have you chosen this genre? Or do you write in multiple genres?
I have a wild imagination. Science fiction, fantasy, and magical realism allow me to blur the lines between what’s real and what could be real.
When did you decide to become a writer? Was it easy for you to follow your passion, or did you have to make some sacrifices along the way? (Feel free to share your story; we love hearing author stories!)
Growing up, I wrote a lot of short stories, poetry, love letters. When I was 17, I decided I wanted to write books. The biggest sacrifice I’ve had to make is headspace. In my free time, I’m always daydreaming about my stories and my characters. Sometimes I wish I could use some of that headspace for more practical things, like learning new recipes. My wife loves my imagination, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I learned how to cook a roast.
What is your writing ritual? How do you do it?
I go for walks. I visualize a scene from beginning to middle to end. Once I have it perfectly pictured in my mind, I pour it onto the page as fast as I can.
Editing can be a gruelling process. How do you approach revisions and self-editing?
For me, editing is asymptotic. I know I’ll never achieve perfection, but I must get as close to it as possible. A lot of times, that means obsessing over a paragraph or even a sentence. I often tell myself, “Again. Again. Again. Better. Better. Better.”
With the rise of audiobooks and multimedia experiences, have you considered exploring these avenues for your stories?
Yes. My book has a lot of lively characters and lively dialogue. If there were an audiobook with a different voice for each character, I think that would be really cool. My book is also very visual. Readers tell me it reads like a movie, so yes, a film adaptation would be awesome.
Lastly, if you were to describe your writing style in three words, what would they be?
Vivid, vibrant, stirring.
How do you prefer to write—computer/laptop, typewriter, dictation, or longhand with a pen?
I brainstorm ideas and outline scenes with pen and paper. When it’s time to actually write the scene, I use my laptop.
What are your 5 favourite books? (You can share 5 favourite authors too.)
Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
How do you deal with Writer’s Block?
I don’t. For me, writing is a seasonal process. Some months, the ideas are gushing and flowing. Other months, my brain is all dried up. And I think that’s a very natural thing. When I look at a scraggily tree in the dead of winter, I don’t think the tree is lazy or unproductive. It’s just dormant. And that’s okay. It’s good to have cycles of creativity and dormancy.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Know what’s tried and true, but try what’s weird and new.
Thank you, author Pond, for taking the time to answer our questions and for all your insightful and interesting answers!
About the Book
Bell Tower
In a future where one phrase can heal any pain, there exists a meditation unlike any other: Solosis. It’s a practice that forms an empathetic bond between two souls, unlocking unparalleled healing power. But its secrets are fiercely guarded by Sasha Sumzer, a mysterious meditation teacher with a darker agenda. Sasha is determined to bring down Axiom, the social media giant that has reshaped society with its revolutionary Glow Domes—devices that have replaced smartphones and altered daily life forever. While Glow Domes captivate the masses, Sasha believes the human mind is the final frontier for true liberation. As an unsuspecting group of individuals stumbles upon Sasha’s teachings, they become entangled in a dangerous game that forces them to question whether Solosis is a tool for healing or a weapon for control. To discover the truth , they must confront their deepest fears and decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to save the nation’s collective consciousness. In this gripping thriller, the battle for the mind has begun—and the line between healing and manipulation is dangerously thin.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Raphael Pond for his latest release, Bell Tower.
About The Author
Raphael Pond
Author bio: Raphael Pond earned a degree in professional writing at York College of Pennsylvania. While there, he also studied the philosophy of technology and its effects on humankind. Raphael currently lives in Salem, Oregon where he is a personal trainer by day and a writer by night. In the summers, he and his wife like to go on adventures in nature. They are always looking for a good hike, hot spring, swimming hole, or rock wall to climb.
In a future where one phrase can heal any pain, there exists a meditation unlike any other: Solosis. It’s a practice that forms an empathetic bond between two souls, unlocking unparalleled healing power. But its secrets are fiercely guarded by Sasha Sumzer, a mysterious meditation teacher with a darker agenda. Sasha is determined to bring down Axiom, the social media giant that has reshaped society with its revolutionary Glow Domes—devices that have replaced smartphones and altered daily life forever. While Glow Domes captivate the masses, Sasha believes the human mind is the final frontier for true liberation. As an unsuspecting group of individuals stumbles upon Sasha’s teachings, they become entangled in a dangerous game that forces them to question whether Solosis is a tool for healing or a weapon for control. To discover the truth , they must confront their deepest fears and decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to save the nation’s collective consciousness. In this gripping thriller, the battle for the mind has begun—and the line between healing and manipulation is dangerously thin.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Raphael Pondfor his latest release,Bell Tower.
Book: Bell Tower Author: Raphael Pond Publication date: February 18, 2025 Genres: Science Fiction Thriller, Magical Realism, Hard Science Fiction, Dystopia Page Count: 304 pages Publisher: Vine Leaves Press
About the Book
In a future where one phrase can heal any pain, there exists a meditation unlike any other: Solosis. It’s a practice that forms an empathetic bond between two souls, unlocking unparalleled healing power. But its secrets are fiercely guarded by Sasha Sumzer, a mysterious meditation teacher with a darker agenda. Sasha is determined to bring down Axiom, the social media giant that has reshaped society with its revolutionary Glow Domes—devices that have replaced smartphones and altered daily life forever. While Glow Domes captivate the masses, Sasha believes the human mind is the final frontier for true liberation. As an unsuspecting group of individuals stumbles upon Sasha’s teachings, they become entangled in a dangerous game that forces them to question whether Solosis is a tool for healing or a weapon for control. To discover the truth , they must confront their deepest fears and decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to save the nation’s collective consciousness. In this gripping thriller, the battle for the mind has begun—and the line between healing and manipulation is dangerously thin.
Raphael Pond earned a degree in professional writing at York College of Pennsylvania. While there, he also studied the philosophy of technology and its effects on humankind. Raphael currently lives in Salem, Oregon where he is a personal trainer by day and a writer by night. In the summers, he and his wife like to go on adventures in nature. They are always looking for a good hike, hot spring, swimming hole, or rock wall to climb.
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Today, we roll out the red carpet for the amazing Raphael Pond, who is about to unveil the beautiful cover of his new science-fiction dystopian thriller, Bell Tower.
Presenting…
About the Book
In a future where one phrase can heal any pain, there exists a meditation unlike any other: Solosis. It’s a practice that forms an empathetic bond between two souls, unlocking unparalleled healing power. But its secrets are fiercely guarded by Sasha Sumzer, a mysterious meditation teacher with a darker agenda. Sasha is determined to bring down Axiom, the social media giant that has reshaped society with its revolutionary Glow Domes—devices that have replaced smartphones and altered daily life forever. While Glow Domes captivate the masses, Sasha believes the human mind is the final frontier for true liberation. As an unsuspecting group of individuals stumbles upon Sasha’s teachings, they become entangled in a dangerous game that forces them to question whether Solosis is a tool for healing or a weapon for control. To discover the truth , they must confront their deepest fears and decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to save the nation’s collective consciousness. In this gripping thriller, the battle for the mind has begun—and the line between healing and manipulation is dangerously thin.
Author bio: Raphael Pond earned a degree in professional writing at York College of Pennsylvania. While there, he also studied the philosophy of technology and its effects on humankind. Raphael currently lives in Salem, Oregon where he is a personal trainer by day and a writer by night. In the summers, he and his wife like to go on adventures in nature. They are always looking for a good hike, hot spring, swimming hole, or rock wall to climb.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Robert A. Walker today, who will be unveiling an intriguing excerpt from their new fantasy series, The Legend of Baelon, Six Moons, Seven Gods. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into the intriguing world they’ve crafted in their latest work!
About the Book
Six Moons, Seven Gods
“One must be careful practicing deception. The easiest to deceive will always be one’s self.”
The skilled thieves of the Takers Guild plot to overthrow the kingdoms of Baelon, but when their plans are thwarted by a prescient woman and her brooding daughter, they must turn to the League of Assassins for assistance. Meanwhile, retired royal guard Rolft Aerns returns to the palace of King Axil with an old score to settle. When they all cross paths–and swords–in the dark shadows of Fostead’s south end, nothing is as it seems and the murder count rises quickly.
The long fingers of the Guild reach everywhere, and one overly ambitious thief is all it takes to spark a chain of events that will haunt the world of Baelon for many years to come.
Six Moons, Seven Gods is book one in The Legends of Baelon.
Night was falling as Sibil left the cobbler’s shop. She turned to watch its front door close, managing to wave before the cobbler’s wrinkled face and long leather apron disappeared inside. The small shop was, as the abbot had said, but a short walk from The God of Children’s House; she had had no trouble finding it following his directions. The abbot had given her a metal amulet in the shape of a rectangular shield the size of her palm. Its leather thong enabled it to be worn around the neck, but the abbot had told her to present it to the cobbler with one of her mother’s worn shoes upon arrival.
She had done so and, as predicted by the abbot, the cobbler—a kindly old man with a mop of white hair—had simply asked, “How do you come by this, my dear?”
And though it seemed a bit odd to her, she had responded as instructed: “Thank you for asking, Master Nash. Father Syrus prays for me.”
The cobbler had returned the amulet to her hand, folding her fingers around it. “Then I am at your service, madam. What can I do for you?”
When Sibil had explained her predicament, the cobbler had assured her that if she would return on the morrow at sunrise, he would have ready for her mother a pair of new turnshoes made of soft leather goatskin. There would be no charge.
Sibil retraced her steps down a narrow alley as her thoughts returned to her mother’s strange behavior. She had purposely ignored previous impulses to reconstruct the day’s events, telling herself she had more important things to pursue. She had first focused her energies on finding shelter, and then busied herself with the abbot’s offer of new shoes. Those would help her mother’s immediate plight, no doubt, but the woman’s physical ailments were clearly nothing compared to what was plaguing her mind. Things had not been right with her since Sibil’s father died. And they had gotten progressively worse. It was as though she had drifted away from her old self, and from those she had been close to. Sibil had not had a meaningful conversation with her for almons. There were sparks of life here and there, moments when Sibil dared to hope that her mother might be released from whatever enthralled her, but today’s events had seriously dashed any such dream. Aloof and withdrawn was bad enough. Now it seemed her mother was drifting from reality as well. Her irrational rants about the king and Sibil’s own safety were a new—
A violent force slammed into Sibil’s shoulder, knocking her sideways and into the alley wall. She lost her footing, falling to one knee, dazed. There was the sound of gravel grating under foot.
“Well now, lass, jest where might you be goin’?”
Sibil’s heartbeat quickened. She should have known not to take the alley. It was dark, but not so dark that she could not make out the shape of a tall man standing over her. She could smell him as well. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head toward his crotch.
Sibil still held the amulet. Instinctively, she drove it as hard as she could up between the man’s legs. He gasped and released her hair.
“Bitch!” The man reached once more for her, but Sibil had already drawn her arm back. She struck him again with the amulet, in the same spot, only this time with more purchase and resolve. “Agh!” Too late, the man struggled to shield his privates.
Sibil stood, dropping the amulet as she reached frantically for the dagger beneath her coat. Her fingers trembled as they curled tightly around its hilt. She brandished the blade menacingly, panting as she sought to ward off her attacker.
“Bitch!” The man drew his own, much larger, knife. He lunged as Sibil turned and ran straight into the arms of an even larger man she had not seen approaching from the other end of the alley. She tried to push away, but already he had wrapped a strong arm around her, pinning both of hers and lifting her off her feet. Still holding her, the big man grabbed her oncoming assailant with his other arm and threw him headfirst against the alley wall.
Sibil squirmed, but the big man held her tightly with one arm. With the other, he pried the dagger from her hand.
“I’m going to let you go now. No further harm will come to you.”
Sibil found herself standing on her own, unsure of what to think. The big man held her dagger by the blade and offered it to her. “Take it and be off.”
What’s happening? Sibil hesitated before instinct overrode all else. With another surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she snatched her knife and ran.
About The Author
Robert A. Walker
I grew up in a small Northwestern town in Massachusetts. My father was a professional editor, so I’m sure the itch to play with words is something I inherited from him. I was always writing stories as a youth, and my dad would scribble all over them before handing them back to me. When I graduated college, I packed everything I owned into a small car with a rusted-out floorboard and headed west. I wound up in California where I found not only employment, but a wife, and we have lived here happily with our dogs and a view of the Pacific Ocean ever since. When I’m not fabricating tales, I can be found competing on local tennis courts or working on a never-ending list of DIY house projects.
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Welcome to TRB Lounge! We’re thrilled to host author Andrew Goliszek today, who will be unveiling an intriguing excerpt from their new fantasy series, Like Embers in the Night. Dive in and get an exclusive sneak peek into the intriguing world they’ve crafted in their latest work!
About the Book
Like Embers in the Night
During Stalin’s brutal reign of terror, Janek, a Polish soldier, and his wife, Wanda, endure the horrors of Soviet labor camps and Siberian gulags as World War II rages across Europe. While millions perish, they endure the invasion of Poland by Germany and Russia and then miraculously survive mass deportations, imprisonment, torture, and starvation. Broken both physically and emotionally by their near-death experiences and the unspeakable atrocities of dictatorships and of war, Janek and Wanda are reunited seven years after he marched off to defend his country. They must begin a new life and try to forget the many scars of their past, but where? And can they ever truly forget all that happened to them while they were apart…
You can find Like Embers in the Night here: Amazon
Excerpt
Slumped almost lifelessly against the tufts of her chair, Wanda stared out an open window overlooking a lovely garden. Warm August rains had colored the grounds with a sea of vibrant flowers, their scent filling her room like a bouquet, though she barely noticed. Occasionally, even the most insignificant events would trigger memories from a time long gone: a soft whisper, a faint smell, the delicate warmth of a child’s breath against her face, the soothing melody of a Mozart sonata. It was at those moments that Wanda would waken from her darkness and, with a look of fear spreading across her face, remember her family in Radom, who had no idea that a hundred miles south, the skies rained gray with the ashes of a thousand souls. On most days, they hardly detected the grainy soot around them, or even witnessed an evening sunset because the five incinerators in Auschwitz burned bodies day and night. Before long, everyone in Radom simply got used to it—a lingering grit that filled the air and settled upon the smallest things: a blade of grass, a delicate flower, a pat of butter spread on toast, a tongue that flicked unconsciously to rid itself of a strange and fleshy taste that hours earlier had been someone’s husband or wife.
Wanda’s memories these days came in and out, bubbling to the surface, then vanishing as if someone had reached in and wiped them away. On especially bad days, her world was a blank slate. No parents or grandparents to remember. No children or grandchildren to bring joy into her life. Not even a husband to keep her warm at night as she slept. The good sisters of Saint Francis who ran the Catholic nursing home tried as best they could to ease the bouts of anger and depression that overcame her. It didn’t help that Wanda, afflicted with worsening dementia, had, on some days, reverted to speaking Polish to everyone around her.
That particular day in early August started out as a good one. Perked up and searching the room for anything familiar, her eyes sparkled as she caught glimpses of happier days, but suddenly turned despondent when she remembered the day she’d seen her beloved Janek for the last time. He was eighty-six years old when she walked into his hospital room in Pensacola, Florida—a gentle shadow of a man with a Polish accent, a kind but stoic face, and such remarkable stories of love and suffering and war that they’d forever changed the way his children and grandchildren looked at life. The few friends he had knew him as John, but he preferred Janek, one of the few reminders he had of his beloved Poland. His hazel eyes, so animated they seemed to dance, would glisten with tears whenever he spoke of what his wife and daughter had endured in the brutal labor camps of Siberia; and it was at those moments when Janek’s eyes would harden and expose the very depths of his soul.
Wanda remembered that morning like it was yesterday, picturing the ventilator tube snaked down his throat, his frail chest rising and falling to the rhythm of oxygen that kept his heart from stopping until his family could all gather and say goodbye for the last time, staring at his ashen face as she thought back to a life that most people would find unimaginable. Her bony fingers clenched as if holding onto something precious, she looked at a small painting of the Virgin Mary, then glanced around the stark room. Something familiar pervaded the silence. She felt alone, as she did on most days, though she rarely knew it or even cared, until her memory suddenly returned and she would whisper, “Janek. Where are you, my love?”
For the entire minute she was lucid, Wanda remembered pressing Janek’s cold hand into hers, thinking that he had no business being alive; that his children and grandchildren should not have been born; that whosever’s life he’d ever touched or changed, made better or worse because of his existence on earth, would be as different as night and day. And that whatever he’d done in his next forty-six years, whatever contributions he’d made, significant or not, would have vanished like dust in the wind were it not for the fateful day he’d risked his life and walked to freedom while twenty-five thousand other Polish soldiers marched in lockstep to Stalin’s execution order and on to their graves in the Katyn Forest.
Over the years, Wanda had heard the tragic story of Stalin’s Katyn Massacre and the Polish soldiers executed and thrown into mass graves where they lay buried and forgotten for decades. Though she’d never spoken of it herself, and it pained her to listen to Janek’s heart wrenching tales of war, she’d accepted that, for him, it was cathartic. But as she grew older, and because she’d experienced more pain in seven years than most women would suffer in a lifetime, she prohibited even a mention of anything Russian, especially when Janek would describe a time in history when hell, in all its fury, had made its home on earth.
Wanda’s Poland, with a population of only thirty-five million, was the only Allied nation that fought in World War II from the opening salvos of Nazi occupation and Russia’s invasion in 1939 until Germany’s surrender a week after Adolf Hitler had committed suicide in 1945. For its size, no other nation on earth had given as much or had suffered more than Poland: millions sent to gulags or deported to labor camps in Kazakhstan and the frigid regions of Siberia; millions more exterminated in concentration camps dotted across the Polish landscape; countless men, women, and children starved, tortured, murdered, and worked to death simply because they were Poles. By the time the war ended, its population had been reduced by at least ten million. To survive six years of the two most brutal regimes in modern history was not only unlikely, it was truly a miracle. But amongst the ashes and smoldering ruins, broken lives and unspeakable horrors of war, miracles did happen; survivors who’d lived to tell their children of war and gulags, of victors and unlikely heroes, trying in vain to forget the shocking cruelty of a world that had taken everything they had from them, living their lives in the shadows as if no one else in the world cared. It’s said that these heroes are like embers in the night, glowing brilliantly in the darkest moments of history, forever changing the course of humanity, and then, just as suddenly, vanishing as distant memories fade and the world forgets what ordinary men and women did when hope was gone and all seemed lost. Wanda and Janek were two of those seemingly ordinary people, and on that day and at that moment in Sandusky, Ohio, Wanda remembered.
About The Author
Andrew Goliszek
After receiving a Ph.D. in Physiology from Utah State University, Dr. Andrew Goliszek was a research associate at Wake Forest University School of Medicine in both the department of Physiology and the department of Medicine. Following that, he was Associate Professor of Biology and Human Anatomy & Physiology at North Carolina A&T State University where he developed and taught 6 undergraduate and graduate course. He has written numerous books and articles, was principal investigator on several NIH biomedical research grants, and was recipient of the prestigious College of Arts & Sciences Faculty of the Year Award for excellence in teaching, research, and student advising.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Robert A. Walker for his book, Six Moons, Seven Gods.
Book: Six Moons, Seven Gods Author: Robert A. Walker Publication Date: November 1, 2023 Genres: Fantasy, Adventure Page Count: 305 pages Publisher: –
About the Book
“One must be careful practicing deception. The easiest to deceive will always be one’s self.”
The skilled thieves of the Takers Guild plot to overthrow the kingdoms of Baelon, but when their plans are thwarted by a prescient woman and her brooding daughter, they must turn to the League of Assassins for assistance. Meanwhile, retired royal guard Rolft Aerns returns to the palace of King Axil with an old score to settle. When they all cross paths–and swords–in the dark shadows of Fostead’s south end, nothing is as it seems and the murder count rises quickly.
The long fingers of the Guild reach everywhere, and one overly ambitious thief is all it takes to spark a chain of events that will haunt the world of Baelon for many years to come.
Six Moons, Seven Gods is book one in The Legends of Baelon.
Winner of Book Excellence Award for Best Medieval Fantasy, Chick Lit Cafe, November, 2023
Winner of Literary Titan Book Award, December, 2023
I grew up in a small Northwestern town in Massachusetts. My father was a professional editor, so I’m sure the itch to play with words is something I inherited from him. I was always writing stories as a youth, and my dad would scribble all over them before handing them back to me. When I graduated college, I packed everything I owned into a small car with a rusted-out floorboard and headed west. I wound up in California where I found not only employment, but a wife, and we have lived here happily with our dogs and a view of the Pacific Ocean ever since. When I’m not fabricating tales, I can be found competing on local tennis courts or working on a never-ending list of DIY house projects.
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Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Andrew Goliszek for his latest release, Like Embers in the Night.
Book: Like Embers in the Night Author: Andrew Goliszek Publication date: December 16, 2024 Genres: Historical Fiction, General Fiction, Women’s Fiction Page Count: 333 pages Publisher: Wild Rose Press, NY
About the Book
During Stalin’s brutal reign of terror, Janek, a Polish soldier, and his wife, Wanda, endure the horrors of Soviet labor camps and Siberian gulags as World War II rages across Europe. While millions perish, they endure the invasion of Poland by Germany and Russia and then miraculously survive mass deportations, imprisonment, torture, and starvation. Broken both physically and emotionally by their near-death experiences and the unspeakable atrocities of dictatorships and of war, Janek and Wanda are reunited seven years after he marched off to defend his country. They must begin a new life and try to forget the many scars of their past, but where? And can they ever truly forget all that happened to them while they were apart…
You can find Like Embers in the Night here: Amazon
About The Author
Andrew Goliszek
After receiving a Ph.D. in Physiology from Utah State University, Dr. Andrew Goliszek was a research associate at Wake Forest University School of Medicine in both the department of Physiology and the department of Medicine. Following that, he was Associate Professor of Biology and Human Anatomy & Physiology at North Carolina A&T State University where he developed and taught 6 undergraduate and graduate course. He has written numerous books and articles, was principal investigator on several NIH biomedical research grants, and was recipient of the prestigious College of Arts & Sciences Faculty of the Year Award for excellence in teaching, research, and student advising.
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Today, we roll out the red carpet for the amazing Andrew Goliszek, who is about to unveil the beautiful cover of his historical fiction novel, Like Embers in the Night.
Presenting…
About the Book
During Stalin’s brutal reign of terror, Janek, a Polish soldier, and his wife, Wanda, endure the horrors of Soviet labor camps and Siberian gulags as World War II rages across Europe. While millions perish, they endure the invasion of Poland by Germany and Russia and then miraculously survive mass deportations, imprisonment, torture, and starvation. Broken both physically and emotionally by their near-death experiences and the unspeakable atrocities of dictatorships and of war, Janek and Wanda are reunited seven years after he marched off to defend his country. They must begin a new life and try to forget the many scars of their past, but where? And can they ever truly forget all that happened to them while they were apart…
You can find Like Embers in the Night here: Amazon
About The Author
Andrew Goliszek
After receiving a Ph.D. in Physiology from Utah State University, Dr. Andrew Goliszek was a research associate at Wake Forest University School of Medicine in both the department of Physiology and the department of Medicine. Following that, he was Associate Professor of Biology and Human Anatomy & Physiology at North Carolina A&T State University where he developed and taught 6 undergraduate and graduate course. He has written numerous books and articles, was principal investigator on several NIH biomedical research grants, and was recipient of the prestigious College of Arts & Sciences Faculty of the Year Award for excellence in teaching, research, and student advising.
If you are an author and wish to be featured as our guest or if you are a publicist and want to get your author featured on TRB, then please get in touch directly by e-mail at thereadingbud@gmail.com
Welcome to the TRB Lounge. Today, we are featuring author Lisa A. Moore for her latest release, Whispers of the Selkie.
Book: Whispers of the Selkie Author: Lisa A. Moore Publication date: January 21, 2025 Genres: Urban Fantasy, Mystical Realism, Contemporary Fantasy Page Count: 306 pages Publisher: –
About the Book
Some secrets refuse to stay buried-especially when the ocean itself seems to be keeping them.
When Morwenna Willowheart Brightwood receives a mysterious letter shimmering with an otherworldly pull, her carefully controlled life begins to unravel. She’s content in her weathered lighthouse home on the Maine coast, weaving stories for others and tending her wind-battered garden. But this letter isn’t just a piece of paper-it’s a summons. One that carries her across the sea to the mist-shrouded Scottish Highlands, where ancient legends breathe, magic hums just beneath the surface, and family secrets refuse to stay silent.
Thrown into a world she barely understands, Morwenna is forced to confront the legacy she’s unknowingly inherited-a tangled web of selkie folklore, forgotten power, and a curse that stretches back generations. With her fiercely protective sister Ava by her side and the guidance of mysterious allies with motives as murky as the sea itself, Morwenna must navigate a path filled with danger, deception, and choices she’s not ready to make.
But legends don’t care about readiness. They don’t care about fear. And the tide waits for no one.
Whispers of the Selkie is a story where urban fantasy collides with mystical realism, set against the haunting beauty of the Scottish coastline. Rich with contemporary fantasy flair, it’s a tale of family loyalty, reluctant destiny, and the pull of magic that refuses to let go.
Perfect for fans of Karen Moning, Deborah Harkness, and readers who crave sharp-witted heroines, atmospheric worlds, and secrets wrapped in salt and shadow.
Lisa Moore juggles more storylines than her pilot husband does flight schedules. Specializing in urban fantasy and psychological thrillers, she occasionally dabbles in gothic and paranormal for a fun plot twist. A master of multitasking, she keeps several stories brewing at once—one as her main obsession and the others as creative pit stops when her imagination needs a stretch. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her chasing after her energetic dog, Violette, or splashing vibrant watercolors, adding a little color to the chaos.
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