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Book Excerpt Until Ray

Book Excerpt

RAY

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“If it isn’t Raymond Saint. What’s up, man?” I hear a familiar voice coming from behind me as I pose in front of a floor-length mirror in the women’s shoe department at Hudson’s admiring the suit I just got out of the layaway at Man-oh-Man. I have two more to get out next payday.

Joseph Morris steps into my view, and I turn to face him. “Joe, man, what’s up? I haven’t seen you since we graduated.” We share a brotherly handshake. “How’ve you been?”

“Couldn’t be better, honestly. Life is real good. I’ve been in town for about a week, visiting family. I’m actually flying back tomorrow. I was just picking up a few things before I go.”

“You moved out of state?”

“Yeah, after I graduated from U of M. I’m starting my second year of law school at Stanford.”

I’m pretty sure Joe’s father is either an attorney or a doctor.

“Man, good to hear that.” Joe was part of the crowd I hung with at Cass Tech. I’ve been out of high school since 1980. Six years now. Damn, that’s a long time to still be doing nothing.

“I see you’re still staying sharp.” Joe brushes my lapel.

“Trying to.”

“So, man, what are you doing these days?”

“You know, the usual. Right now I’m just waiting for my girl.”

He nods. “Where did you end up going to school? It’s hard to keep up with everybody. Cass is so big, and we knew everybody, didn’t we?”

I place one finger up to signal for Joe to wait, and then I unclip my pager. “This is my girl paging me right now actually. I need to find her.” I’ve got to get rid of him before he finds out the truth and every Cass Tech alumni knows that the guy voted most likely to succeed is now selling shoes. Why am I in denial? I’m sure most of them already know.

“Really, that’s cool. I was on my way out. I got what I came for.” Joe raises a Hudson’s shopping bag.

“Ray.” I hear the forceful voice of a female. I turn to see Cynthia Meyers. This has the potential to get real ugly, real fast.

 

On Saturday, my off day, I open the side door and notice a white Ford Escort parked out front. Cynthia Meyers is sitting in the driver’s seat. She’s at my mom’s house. I never brought her here or told her I live here. Is this girl stalking me? I’ve never had a stalker before. I’ve had women come over here after I stopped calling, which usually happens after we have sex. A few got on their knees, grabbed my ankles, and begged me to stay with them. But none of them have ever stalked me. It took my mom to get those women straight, and I never heard from them again. My mom has to do the same with Cynthia Meyers because I never want to see or hear from that girl again.

I rush into the kitchen in a panic. My mom is at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other reading obituaries in the Free Press, her favorite pastime. “Miss King, listen, there’s a crazy woman outside. I need you to talk some sense into her.”

My mom sets her cup down and takes a long drag of her cigarette. “The only reason there’s a crazy woman outside is because you just like your daddy. Y’all drives them womens to be that way. They ain’t born like that. But once they get to messin’ with a Saint—your last name should be Sinner—they get to losin’ they mind.” She shakes her head and puckers her lips. “What you do to the girl? And don’t lie.”

“I ain’t do nothin’ to her. She too loose.”

“Loose? She loose ’cause you mens made her that way. You mens kill me, callin’ a woman loose. You the one laid down with her, what that make you?”

“But she’s too young to be that loose.”

“Young? How young? You best not be messin’ with no teenager. You almost twenty-four years old. You need to grow up and start actin’ your age. Get your own place. When you movin’ out?”

“She’s not that young. She’s twenty-one. Just talk to her, please.”

“Where she at?”

“In her car, sitting outside our house.”

“Stakin’ your ass out. Ain’t it sad the lows some womens go to behind mens. Let her ass sit there. I don’t care. It’s a free world, and last I check I don’t own any of these city streets, includin’ Santa Clara.”

About the Book

Title: Until Ray

Author: Cheryl Robinson

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Two people in the same city but worlds apart.

Until Ray is an unconventional love story of how two young people transitioning into adulthood find each other and develop a bond that will be tested through three decades.

HE IS LOST…

Ray lives in northwest Detroit in a four-family flat with his mother. When he’s not at home, Ray’s either at the mall selling women’s shoes or in the club. In both places, he’s focused on one thing—picking up women. Dissatisfied, dysfunctional, and leagues behind his peers, Ray’s ready for a change but isn’t sure how to make it happen.

THEN SHE ARRIVES…

At twenty-four, Sarita has an MBA, is a CPA, and works in upper-level management at GM. But all that success comes at a cost: she’s lonely and craves the one thing she’s never had—attention from men. Until now. Dr. Graham Emerson wants to marry Sarita, and her parents expect her to, but Sarita isn’t convinced he’s the one for her. On a blind date, she meets Ray Saint and is immediately drawn in by his good looks and sense of humor. But his reputation for being a ladies’ man raises several red flags. Ray swears he’s changed. Is giving up a sure thing for a maybe worth the risk?

Set in the mid-eighties, Until Ray explores life and love through the lenses of colorism, classism, and family dysfunction.

Author Bio

Cheryl Robinson was born in Detroit, Michigan, the youngest in a family of five. She grew up in Palmer Woods, a residential historic district that is now one of the settings in her forthcoming novel, Until Ray. For the past fifteen years, she has been busy writing contemporary women’s fiction. For Penguin/NAL, Cheryl wrote six novels: If It Ain’t One Thing, It’s Like That, Sweet Georgia Brown, In Love with a Younger Man, When I Get Where I’m Going, and Remember Me. Cheryl is now an independent author and the owner of Rose Colored Books. With her company, she has published The One, Like Mom, and the forthcoming Until Ray Trilogy.

Cheryl currently resides in Florida.

To learn more about Cheryl and the Until Ray trilogy, please visit http://www.untilraytrilogy.com

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Promo Post Scent of the Past

About the Book

Title: Scent of the Past

Author: Erin Marie Bernardo

Genre: Historical Fiction

Scent of the Past by Erin Marie Bernardo
A secret diary. A forgotten past. Another time.

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When people think of time travel, they think of the clichéd manufactured kind. Of giant electronic machines with flashing lights and buttons calibrated to shoot you into the past with one press. But it doesn’t work that way. You need a reason, a connection, and—most important—a link. But you can’t choose when and why you go. That would be too easy, and we’d all be snapping our fingers in hopes of seeing lost treasures of yesteryear. It must choose you.
Close cousins Addison and Elissa live in present day New York City and lead somewhat ordinary lives. When uncertain circumstances surrounding a set of antique perfume bottles sends them back to eighteenth-century France, they must uncover the truth behind their travel.

Disaster strikes when Addison finds herself in a nearly identical situation to a mishap she experienced in the present—the witnessing of a murder and release of a secret. Only this time the truth could destroy the entire French monarchy. With Addison’s head on the line, the young women search for answers before Addison suffers her unlucky fate twice. It is only when they discover the haunting connections to life in the present, that they understand why they both were sent, and why a repeating past…may not always be such a bad thing.

Author Bio

Erin Marie Bernardo is an American writer of historical fiction. She has a degree in Communication Studies from the University of Minnesota, and is the author of the time-travel novel, Scent of the Past. A lover of historic places, Erin’s novels connect the past with the present.

Erin is currently at work on her second novel, Blackbird’s Bounty, set in the bayou of Louisiana – and is actively seeking a home for her children’s collection, Beautiful and Extraordinary Barnyard Stories, based on true events from on her farm.

Erin lives in Tennessee, but has roots in both Minnesota and Washington State. She is married with two young children.

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Book Excerpt City of Ghosts

Book Excerpt

It was easier than I thought.

All I had to do was bide my time in one of the less popular temples, crouching behind a weird-ass statue while the guides checked for stragglers. Thankfully, they didn’t do a thorough search, just popped their bobbed heads in and glanced around before returning to their cozy cruise ships.

Guess I couldn’t blame them. It seemed like it was always pissing down rain in this part of the country—at least, it had been since we’d been here—and even though it was mid-September, it was freaking cold.

As I stepped over the temple’s sacred threshold and hurried to the place I’d chosen to camp for the night, I grinned, unable to resist pumping my fist in the air. I’d done it. What would the group say when they realized I wasn’t on the ship?

Only the terminally stupid got left behind on a tour, so they’d probably figure I was hung over again, and in that, they’d be partially right. It takes skill to get a decent buzz on the watery crap they call beer in China, which is why I switched to the rice wine. Doesn’t take much to feel it, but you pay for it the following day.

It was only six o’clock, but the sun was already setting. Flipping up the hood of my jacket against the drizzling rain, I whistled to keep myself company, careful not to slip on the wet path. The place where I’d decided to spend the night was perfect. Even though it had fallen into ruin, this particular temple still had a bit of roof left, so I’d be able to get dry. Since it was open to the air, I wouldn’t have to worry about my campfire burning it down. There was enough junk in there to keep a decent fire going—not that I was worried.

It wasn’t like I believed in ghosts.

About the Books

City of Ghosts

On the day the villagers were forced to flee Hensu, not everyone got out alive.

Jackson Stone is touring the abandoned Chinese city when he slips away from the group to spend the night, determined to publish an account of his ghostly experiences there.

Then he meets Yuèhai, a strange, soft-spoken woman who can tell him the city’s secrets—secrets the Chinese government would kill to keep hidden.

As Jackson uncovers the truth about Yuèhai and the ghost city, he’s drawn into a web of conspiracy, betrayal, and murder. He must risk everything to save himself and bring honor back to Yuèhai and her family.

 

 

The Girl Who Talks to Ghosts

Would you risk everything to save a stranger?

 Off the coast of Venice lurks Poveglia, the world’s most haunted isle, steeped in centuries of innocent blood. A deranged doctor who took great joy in torturing his patients in life continues to rule his abandoned asylum after death.

Few go to Poveglia willingly, but medium Kate Carlsson has no choice. It’s her job.

While struggling to retrieve a young girl’s soul, Kate uncovers some shocking truths about the evil on the island that challenges her own convictions and morals—and even her life.

Is saving Lily worth making a deal with the infamous Doctor of Death, or is the price too high to pay?

 

 

Author Bio

J.H. Moncrieff’s work has been described as early Gillian Flynn with a little Ray Bradbury and Stephen King thrown in for good measure.

She won Harlequin’s search for the next Gillian Flynn in 2016.

Her first published novella, The Bear Who Wouldn’t Leave, was featured in Samhain’s Childhood Fears collection and stayed on its horror bestsellers list for over a year.

When not writing, she loves exploring the world’s most haunted places, advocating for animal rights, and summoning her inner ninja in muay thai class.

To get free eBooks and a new spooky story every week, go to http://bit.ly/MoncrieffLibrary .

 

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Promo Post Lusting for Lei

About the Book

Title: Lusting for Lei

Author: A.J. Wright

Genre: LGBT erotic romance

SLAVE TO A SLAVE’S LOVE

 

Deep in France, is Louis a young, handsome prince who will soon be crowned as king and is Engaged to Penelope, who is the daughter of a Duke and a beauty herself. With both parents dead and gone, Louis has isolated his feelings and hates the idea of being king because he believes he won’t have the time to help people. His feelings are awaken, when he meets Lei. A Korean male who was fleeing the war in his own country with his wife and young son. Lei and his wife, Chun was stealing from the castle in order to feed there son and now are sentence to be slaves to Louis. Louis opens his heart up to the family and soon him and Lei develop a friendship. When friendship becomes a passionate love between two people who are star-cross lovers problems arise. Lei feels guilt for betraying his family and Louis feels pressure from his crown and Penelope. Both have to choose between there love or a life without each other. Will love be there regret?

 

 

Author Bio

I am 26 years old now, but I feel like I have a writer’s soul. It feels like I have been writing for ages now. Coming up with an idea for a story it is the easiest part. The hardest part is finishing it, especially if you end up getting stuck along the way. Writing and reading has always been my passion. Ever since I was a little girl I have always had trouble dealing with my emotions. I get very emotional. Most of the times I have problems dealing with my anger and sadness.

In my young years, I never had a father. I was the fifth child of six kids that my mom had, but I only grew up with my little sister. All of my other sisters and  brother and relatives come and live in an Island, called “Jamaica” Out of all my sisters and brother I was the only one without a father. I ask about him alot and I think that is what I had trouble dealing with.

Girls needs there father. They need that male guidance and support. My mother didn’t believe that and as a result I became sad alot. My mother disappointed me a lot when I was younger. She would always make promises she couldn’t keep and I remember my uncle telling me ‘when I become older, I have to learn to deal with disappointment’ That was hard for me to accept as a child. I thought why should I accept something that makes me sad? It made no sense to me and that is when I started writing about it. As a child, I always had these different scenarios in my head. I loved everything about love and romance. I would write love stories, but I wrote mostly about my feelings.

Trouble was back then being a kid, my stories would get destroyed because papers would get thrown away or rip. Plus, I was never serious about being an author. My first dream job was to be an actress surprisingly. I first became serious about writing when I was 19 years old. I finished my first manuscript at that age. When I was younger I would always start stories, but never finish them.

I never went to college for writing neither. I graduated high school with honors and I went to college because I was going to take nursing courses to be a registered nurse. Problem was back then everyone wanted to be a nurse because the economy was bad and the only jobs were in the medical field. It didn’t help that it became a number one highing paying job either.

I hated that. I always strive to be unique and different from everyone because I don’t believe being the same as everyone else. Long story, short college didn’t work out. I did went, but I quickly lost my motivation, because for one, I wasn’t going there for me. I only agreed to go to college to make my mother proud. I didn’t have a job and my mom couldn’t afford to send me to college everyday and still pay the bills. Two, I wasn’t happy with my living situation. My mother and lived in a tiny room in a basement. We had to share a queen size bed and men were a very big problem for me back then. So I went to college for three months and then stop going. I have regrets. If I could do it all over again I would have went to college for me. I would have took up creative writing or been a social worker. Instead I ran myself in debt before I even had a credit card and destroyed my chance.

Looking back on it, I don’t know how I survived the trauma I went through all those years. When I was 16 years old I became involved in a very abusive relationship, I was rape at 15 years old in a chruch and then rape again at 19, I was almost tricked into being a prostitute at 19, I enter a string of bad, abusive relationships with African American males and as a result when I was 23 years old I developed PTSD. I never talk about the abuse I went through because when I was younger I was always told I was fat, ugly, retarded, I would never be anything, I should kill myself because no one will care. I observed that throughout my young years and I never thought anyone would care about me or I would amount to anything. Even in school I was made fun of and all the kids would tell me “I act white” The reason they said this is because I was a good girl in school. I did my work, I was disobedient and I talked properly. That to some African Americans is acting like a white person apparently.

Writing was my therapy. To write down pleasant, happy memories that took me out the hell I was living is what kept me alive all those years. I won’t lie to anyone and make it seem like I have a degree in English and this and that and I am married and with kids, I live on a lake and I am a retired now that is the classic biography I read from a lot of writers. So I don’t have a lot of opportunities to become a successful writer because:

 

– I didn’t go to college from it. Everything I learned about writing it took me nine years to learn on my own.

-I don’t have a career I am successful in. I struggle with finding a job everyday, just as any other person.

– No support. No one ever believed that I could be a writer or an author. I have been told because of where I could grew up and because I am African American I won’t be successful. I barely have a family as I don’t know anything my dad. My family doesn’t care about me or think I should be a writer. They think I am only good enough to be a stripper or working for a pimp, doing crack.

-Not widely known. There is a lot of competition in writing because everyone has a great idea nowadays and now with opportunities to self publish it is easier to make a book and put it out there, even if you don’t have a good editor. I am not know at all.

 

After listing all those important factors, they seem like reasons I shouldn’t write or be an author. I ask myself sometimes, why would a reader pick an author, someone who has no strong english education, still young, not really known over authors who have Master’s degrees and famous? The only reason I can say is that I have faith in myself. There are so many times over the years I quit writing. It is hard to write and have enthusiasm when you have been doing it for so long and haven’t even reach a stepping stone, but I won’t quit on myself.

Caleb Jordan Kennedy, is one of the reasons why I still write. I don’t have any support, but he is more then my support. I do not know what or where I would be without him today. Everything I know and learn now in life is because of him. He is the love of my life and soulmate. He hates reading and I have had to blackmail him into reading my work, but his love gives me the courage and drive to write. To not give up. To want to be a writer.

All those people who have brought me down in my life, because of the suffering that bestowed on me they didn’t achieve the one thing I think they were trying to do which is break me. I still move forward in life. I still have the strength to get up in the morning and either pick up a pen or sit at my laptop with my hair all crazy, in an extra large t-shirt that falls off my body, with my colorful fuzzy socks on, having only pennies in my purse and I still smile and visualize the next story that I feel will be a bestseller.

I have been throughout a lot and will continue to go through problems. Just a year ago, I was arrested at Walmart for being African American. I wrote Fox news about it and not even they care. I get so depressed sometimes with people finding me a target to cause misery too. It seems unfair. I see the world and I don’t belong here. I don’t like being in a place or being around people that just do harm and evil things to each other. I strive for peace and love. I feel love makes everything and everyone beautiful inside and out.

With my stories and writing I hope to achieve love. I speak to a lot of people on love and I usually get negative comments because no one knows how to love anymore. That is what I want to change with my stories. I want people to have a better outlook on love. Because Caleb loving me is what saved me and my love for writing is what saved my soul. My heart shines through my writing. I want my stories to make other people’s heart shines as well. My dream now is just to encourage people with my writing and talent.

 

 

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Book Excerpt Drakon Book Series

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Drakon Book II: Uncarved  BOOK EXCERPT 1 FROM CHAPTER “STAKE AND LARD”

 

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I have a strong preference of stopping this Story here. I did so, the first and the second winter we came upon the events of that night. But Eusebius would always ask me every time that we’d reach that point: “But, what happened to Olian and Alian?”

The monks of the Cross have a craving for such tales of torture and death. They blend well with their delusions of divine salvation of the weak and the innocent. “I’ll tell you, Eusebius. It’s not hard to bring back the images. The sounds…well, that’s much tougher.” But the ink is silent, and we are thankful for it.

 

The four of Keral’s warriors who had been captured alive were impaled outside of the new Khun’s temporary tent. And so was Olian the Uncarved boy. Their screams, the stink of shit, mixed with the lard slathered on the sharp, long stakes and the blood coming out of their assholes, reminded us for the three days it took them to die that we had a new Khun.

I found Alian looking up at the screaming stakes and the trembling faces of unending pain on the second morning.

“He still doesn’t die,” he said, staring at Olian, who would only mumble, pleading for death with the last of his strength.

“No, you see, they don’t pierce the guts, the pointy wood just passes next to the spine and out the shoulder. Skewered. It will take another couple of days.”

“Damn! Stupid choice,” he said looking straight at his brother’s body faintly twitching on the stake.

“Let’s go, Alian, you don’t have to see and hear this anymore. He was your brother.”

“He still is. One of my brothers. So are you.”

Alian had already turned his back on the identical twin whom he had just called stupid for the last time.

About the Books

Book I “The Sieve” is Book I of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“I am here to redeem the lives of my wife and daughter. I’ve brought the offering.” Da-Ren, an infidel barbarian, arrives at the Castlemonastery, his only offering a jar of honey.   Baagh, the Cross Sorcerer, follows him there under orders of the Emperor, demanding from the monks to transcribe the warrior’s story. Book I chronicles Da-Ren’s early years, growing up in a tribe of archer riders and pagan witches, camped north of the Blackvein River.  He enters the Sieve, the forty-day initiation trial that determines the fate of every boy and girl. Many of his comrades will fall, the strong will join the warriors, and an elite few will be marked for leadership. Da-Ren learns to endure the elements, to obey the Truths, to keep standing when all hope is lost. He swallows the legends of the OunaMa witches, learns to hate all other tribes, and conquers fear.  And yet there is one trial that will bring him to his knees. The Goddess’s favorite daughter. “Brown-haired, brown-eyed. Brown was the first color of the day.” The journey begins for the man who will become the First Blade of the Devil.  A brutal, poetic, first-person narrative of war, death, and love.   Book II

 

“Uncarved” is Book II of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“How do the Uncarved die? They bleed to death. Always.” Fourteen-winter-old Da-Ren joins the Uncarved, the chosen few destined to lead the Tribe. More than forty children train and compete for the next five springs; only one will become Khun and fulfill the Tribe’s destiny.  Da-Ren’s ambition and strength will keep him alive but can he overcome his most powerful and cunning adversary, the one favored by witches and men? The Goddess and the Ouna-Mas will try to nest in his heart, but is he prepared for the one woman he is brought up to hate? As war and hunger strangle the Tribe, the stakes of love, duty, and betrayal are higher than ever. A young man’s first kill. A young man’s first kiss. A coming-of-age tale with non-stop action.

 

 

Author Bio

C.A. Caskabel started writing Drakon in 2013 and completed the 350,000-word epic series in 2016. He plans to release the books gradually in 2016 and 2017 while he researches and writes his next series. He also works with a passionate small team that publishes primarily children’s fiction and fantasy fiction.
Prior to 2013, Chris was a serial technology entrepreneur. He has founded and led a number of start-ups in businesses such as digital marketing and renewable energy. He has led creative departments, marketing, and software product organizations in New York, San Francisco, London, and Athens.
He holds a BSc and a BA from Brown University and a PhD in Engineering from Boston University.

 

 

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Guest Post Black Dawn Tour

Please welcome Mallory McCartney to my blog. Mallory is the author of YA/NA Fantasy “Black Dawn”. I’ll leave the word to Mallory now, who will talk about editing process.

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As all first-time authors, the editing process was a lovely learning curve for me! The Clean Reads team is very supportive throughout the entire process, and I can’t thank them enough for that! When I first submit my manuscript, I made sure it adheres to the submission guidelines (formatting etc.). After this it goes through three rounds with three different editors with the Clean Reads team, so every time it’s a fresh pair of eyes. This is where, with editor you go through line edits, content edits, formatting, grammar etc. This takes a couple of months, and once you complete each stage (on time! 😊 ) you go into the final look through of the book. This is where I call on my beta readers, and make any small final changes with the novel. Once this is done, it is submitted to the final stages of publication.

To me the editing stage is an amazing process, I see my manuscript go through my initial draft rewrites prior to this, which is anywhere from four to six times. To see it become a clean and final draft six- eight months later is an amazing feeling, and wouldn’t be possible without the team at Clean Reads, or my beta readers!!!

 

About the Book

Title: Black Dawn

Genre: YA/NA Fantasy

Author: Mallory McCartney

 

The end of an Empire, the rise of a Queen

Emory Fae enjoys leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world of Kiero, and upon Emory’s arrival she will discover she is the long-lost heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.

With both men being darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a power held long dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things than supernatural humans, love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King.

Some things are better left in the shadows

 

 

Author Bio

Mallory McCartney currently lives in London, Ontario with her husband and their two dachshunds Link and Lola. Black Dawn is her debut novel, the first in a series. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found dog grooming, book shopping and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.

 

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Book Excerpt Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

Book Excerpt

From “Jodie’s Magic Balloon”

 

There was a stand with beautiful balloons of all colors and shapes. They were on long strings and floated high in the air.

Jodie grabbed her father’s hand and pulled him right to the stand. When the man selling the balloons saw her, he winked and said, “I have a special magic balloon just for you, Jodie.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, surprised.

“I’m a magician,” he said. “And when I made this balloon, I saw it had instructions stating that it was only to be given to a little girl named Jodie.”

“But how did you know that was me?”

“Oh,” the magician said with a smile. “That was easy. The instructions also said I would recognize her because she has the tiniest nose you ever saw and the sweetest smile. As soon as I saw you, I know you were that person.”

The man gave Jodie a very large and beautiful balloon. It had every color of the rainbow and sparkled like gold in the sunlight.

“Oh,” said Jodie. “It”s beautiful. But why is this a magic balloon?”

The magician smiled again. “When you crawl inside this wonderful balloon, it will obey everything you ask it to do. Would you like to try it?”

“Oh, yes!” Jodie cried excitedly, and she crawled inside the balloon. “It’s very comfortable in here. Now what do I do?”

“Just tell the balloon to go anywhere you like,” answered the magician with another smile.

“Please take me high into the sky, even higher than the clouds” instructed Jodie.

About the Book

Title: Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

Author: Bernard Ditchik

Genre: Children’s Books

These delightful tales are sure to help your little ones settle down and drift contentedly off to sleep.  Written by a grandfather for his own kids and grandchildren, these eighteen entertaining stories feature lots of talking animals, including a kangaroo who teaches a pony how to jump, a little bear who wants to play baseball, a coyote who learns to fly, a magic balloon that takes a little girl all the way to Japan and back, and some resourceful ants who build a swimming pool so they can play as well as work.  It’s full of positive images and plots that inspire creative solutions to various challenges.  A lovely read-aloud adventure the whole family will enjoy!

 

Author Bio

I didn’t begin my career as an author by writing stories. First, I was a storyteller. Let me explain. Many years ago, when our children were very young, I would sit on their beds at bedtime and tell them a story. Instead of reading a story written by someone else, I preferred to make up my own story right on the spot. They were stories about animals who learned to fly, children who talked to birds, alligators who were friends with elephants, and even one about a horse that learned to jump like a kangaroo. Our children loved them. So I made up lot of stories. Then there was a long period of time when there was no one who wanted to listen to my stories because they had all grown up!

But then, something wonderful happened. We had our first grandchild—and I became Grandpa Bernie. One day, one of my daughters said, “Dad, you have so many stories. I think other children would like to hear them.” That’s when I became an author.

At the age of 93, I am still playing tennis (doubles only) five times a week in a 60+ league. I have been married 64 years to my wonderful wife, Faigie, had three children, and five grandchildren. I continue to sit in my favorite chair, with a large pad on my lap, and a pen in my hand, lean back, and let my imagination soar.

 

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Red Sky Presents Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

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