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Kado: Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho Book Tour & Giveaway

Kado: Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho by E.Russell Braziel Genre: YA Historical Adventure

KADO – Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho is the saga of eighteen- year old Tom Murrell, who in 1818 strikes out with his family from Tennessee to the “Arkansaw” Territory to build a new life in the frontier west of the Mississippi. Tom’s father, John Murrell, plans to carve a homestead out of the wilderness, but Tom wants no part of it. He wants to do something else with his life besides spend it behind a plow, but it seems he has no choice in the matter. Their expedition would take the Murrell family and their traveling companions through the perilous Great Raft, a 100-mile tangle of broken trees, stumps and hidden perils between Natchitoches, the last civilized town on their journey and Long Prairie, their destination on the banks of the Red River. Everything changes for Tom and John when they encounter an Indian massacre — four Osage are murdering a Kado Xinesi (high priest), and his guide. Trying to save the Kado, Tom is forced to kill one of the Osage braves and is almost killed himself. Before Tiatesun, the Kado holy man dies, he makes Tom his blood brother and draws a map in his own blood in John’s Bible to some place called Na-Da-cah-ah. Tiatesun wants them to somehow get the map to his tribal elders. This draws Tom into a raging conflict between the Kado and their arch enemies, the Osage. His new friends Mattie and James say there is no alternative. They must use the map to find Na-Da-cah-ah. Only then can Tom be sure that his family and friends will be safe. But it is a race against time – a race against Wey Chutta’s band of renegade Osage. Dangers are everywhere. The only chance to save his family is for Tom, Mattie and James to join with six Kado warriors, make sense from the map and the many clues they uncover on their quest, and discover the real Na-Da-cah-ah. It could already be too late. Because the Osage know more than they should. Everything and everyone important to Tom is threatened unless he can solve the mysteries of the Kadohadacho. Add to Goodreads * Purchase Links Here!

E. Russell (“Rusty”) Braziel is the author of KADO – Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho. He has been a rock musician, company executive, serial entrepreneur, widely read blogger and is the author of The Domino Effect, bestselling nonfiction book about energy resources. Born in Caddo country in Northeast Texas, Rusty is the gggg-grandson of John Murrell, patriarch of the Murrell family whose 1818 expedition from Tennessee to a frontier settlement in Arkansas launches the story in Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho. For over 15 years, Braziel has been a student of the Caddo tribal culture in pre-Columbian and early frontier periods, including the tribe’s history, language and beliefs. He and his wife Teresa split their time between a homestead in Northeast Texas and grandkids in Houston. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Goodreads

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The Smuggler’s Escape Book Tour & Giveaway

The Smuggler’s Escape by Barbara Monajem Genre: Historical Romance, Adventure

After escaping the guillotine, Noelle de Vallon takes refuge with her aunt in England. Determined to make her own way, she joins the local smugglers, but when their plans are uncovered, Richard, Lord Boltwood steps out of the shadows to save her. Too bad he’s the last man on earth she ever wanted to see again. Years ago, Richard Boltwood’s plan to marry Noelle was foiled when his ruthless father shipped him to the Continent to work in espionage. But with the old man at death’s door, Richard returns to England with one final mission: to catch a spy. And Noelle is the prime suspect. Noelle needs Richard’s help, but how can she ever trust the man who abandoned her? And how can Richard catch the real culprit while protecting the woman who stole his heart and won’t forgive him for breaking hers? Goodreads * Amazon

Winner of the Holt Medallion, Maggie, Daphne du Maurier, Reviewer’s Choice and Epic awards, Barbara Monajem wrote her first story at eight years old about apple tree gnomes. She published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young, then moved on to paranormal mysteries and Regency romances with intrepid heroines and long-suffering heroes (or vice versa). Regency mysteries are next on the agenda. Barbara loves to cook, especially soups. She used to have two items on her bucket list: to make asparagus pudding (because it was too weird to resist) and to succeed at knitting socks. She managed the first (it was dreadful) but doubts she’ll ever accomplish the second. This is not a bid for immortality but merely the dismal truth. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline strays. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Setup: Noelle needs Richard’s help, but she doesn’t want him interfering in the
smuggling business. She refuses to marry him, and she can’t afford to let him seduce her, either.
Richard has other ideas…

Noelle slid off Snowflake’s back, passed her to a surprised groom, and hastened toward
the house. The wind ceased its fitful snatching at her bonnet and tore it off good and proper,
dancing with it in the sunlight, tossing it around the side of Boltwood Manor.
Noelle picked up her skirts and ran after the hat. The wind teased it away from her
grasping fingers and threw it this way and that across the lawn. Noelle followed, cursing, while
the wind tugged her hair out of its pins and flapped it into her face. The bonnet flew through the
herb garden, lit briefly on the outstretched hand of a stone nymph, and fluttered toward the
terrace.
Richard Boltwood stepped through the French doors to the terrace, reached out a long
arm, and rescued Noelle’s hat from the wind.
Sacré tonnerre, but he was beautiful. Most improperly, he wore only shirt and breeches.
His sleeves couldn’t hide those powerful shoulders and arms, nor his breeches the muscles of his
thighs. The open neck of his shirt revealed his firm throat and a few hairs of the masculine chest
she had seen and touched only once.
His face was bright with laughter, his bearing confident. Masterful. Irresistible. In spite of
herself, Noelle quivered inside.
No. This was no time for quivering. She hurried forward. “Richard, I must speak with
you.”
“With pleasure,” Richard said. “Your bonnet, ma’am.” He held it out but made no
attempt to touch her.
Noelle closed her fingers around the ribbons, and immediately Richard put his hands
behind his back. She moved closer, and he inched away. “In private!” she whispered. She put her

hands on her hips and scowled at him. The hat strained away from her hand, and her hair flapped
in her face. “Stay here! It’s urgent. I need your help immediately.”
“Ah,” Richard said, “I am of course at your service, my love, but do consider. Your only
legitimate excuse for such a precipitate arrival must be desperate love for me, but if there is to be
no touching, it won’t look like love, will it?” He danced away like the bonnet on the wind. “You
do look delightfully desperate, my sweet.”
“That was your idea,” Noelle fumed. “I never said I wouldn’t touch you, merely that it
would be wiser not.”
“It would have been wiser not to involve yourself in the free trade. As to not touching
me, do as you please, as long as you understand that if you touch me, I will consider it a clear
invitation to touch you in return.” His lips twitched.
“Nom de Dieu.” She must keep her distance, but he was making that impossible. “Oh,
very well. You may kiss my hand.”
“Your Majesty is most gracious.” He took her gloved hand in his and tugged at the tip of
one finger.
She tried to draw away, but he wouldn’t let go. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what it looks like. I won’t waste one of my burning kisses on a mere glove.” A
few seconds later, the glove was in his breeches pocket. He took her cool hand into his large
warm one and brought it within an inch of his lips.
The warmth of his hand, the heat of his breath, traveled all the way to her toes. “Get on
with it,” she said, quivering with impatience. Get it over with before it kills me. When he did
nothing, she pulled at her hand.
He didn’t let go. “It’s not enough. No woman who gallops to her lover’s door would be
content with one little kiss.” He paused. “On her hand.”
Waiting for that kiss was torture, and she had urgent news. She said in French, “Richard,
the excisemen are nearby! We don’t have time for playing games.”

“This is no game,” he answered in the same language. “Lives are at stake, and therefore
our charade must appear real.”
Charade?
Did that mean he accepted her refusal to marry him? In which case, she should be glad.
Or at the very least, relieved.
She didn’t have time for emotions. “Lives are at stake, and therefore we must hurry.”
“But not appear to do so,” he said. “A bargain—both your hands. It’s not dangerous,
surely . . . just a little hand kiss or two.”
Before she had a chance to respond, he took the other hand, pried her fingers open, and
released the ribbons of her hat.
It fluttered away across the lawn. “My bonnet!”
“What’s a mere bonnet when one is deep in love?” Richard removed the second glove
and stowed it in his pocket. He pulled her close and pressed his hot lips to the back of one
tingling hand.
Something inside Noelle pulsed in response. Yes.
His lips settled hotly on the other hand.
Oh, yes.
“Enough?” Richard whispered. “We have demonstrated love, but what about passion?”
Noelle couldn’t bring herself to move. Her breathing quickened, and her knees felt
abominably weak.
“Only a passionate woman would ride ventre à terre to the man she loves.” He turned her
hands over and cupped them in his large ones. “You, my sweet, are the essence of passion.”
He pressed his lips into one palm and then the other. The pulsing inside her deepened to a
throb.
She couldn’t help it. She whimpered, staring at his lips and her hand.

His tongue reached out and gently, devastatingly, licked her palm.
Dieu du ciel. His arms surrounded her and his heady aroma overwhelmed her senses. She
drank it in through her very pores. I love you. Oh, how I love you. She pressed her face into the
hollow at his throat.
No.
She made a small despairing sound, and immediately his arms loosened. He pushed up
her chin and deposited a swift kiss on her lips. “You do love me, and you know it.”

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Easy and Affordable Eco-Friendly Swaps

I’ve been wanting to do better in regard to making better choices for the earth. I realize there is a lot of changes I need to make. It’s a little overwhelming. One thing I started doing was to keep a stash of reusable shopping bags in my car so I wouldn’t forget them when I’d go shopping. Here are a few more changes I’m making

Choosing Eco-friendly Stores

I’ve been shopping at Aldi more. Even though it’s a bit out of the way they’ve been more eco-friendly for a while and continue to make changes to do better, themselves. Aldi fairly recently announced they would be moving to fully sustainable packaging by the year 2025. There are tons of options for reusable shopping bags out there. I’ve actually got quite a few from local events, swag bags, etc for free.

Making Eco-friendly Swaps

So one issue I kept having was disposable utensils. We have a lot of get-togethers with a lot of people multiple times a year. The idea of washing that many dishes and utensils was daunting but the reality is, I don’t own enough for the amount of people that come to our parties. Initially when looking into biodegradable or sustainable disposable products they were pretty pricey for a minimal amount.

A fate, facebook post helped me to find Avoplast. Avoplast is 100% eco-friendly disposable utensils and straws made from avocado pits! As if there was any more reason to love avocados. How affordable are these? Well as a an example the Avoplast forks come in a 24 pack with free Prime delivery.

It doesn’t appear that Avoplast makes disposable plates or napkins though but there are lots of options for biodegradable plates and biodegradable napkins.

I also found this 114 pc set from Earth’s Naturals that has service for 16 people at a reasonable price.

Everyday Eco-friendly choices

My nieces have some kind of crazy obsession with straws. I keep stainless steel straws handy when they visit. What i like about stainless still straws is, they’re sturdy, they hold up well, and they come in different sizes. They have everything thing from regular size straws to Boba straws. I tried glass straws but they just didn’t hold up in our house. The stainless steel straws definitely do better.

Check out this set of 10 stainless steel straws with silicone tips (a little safer for the kids). It also comes with cleaning brushes. They actually gave me a coupon code to share with you too that is valid until Sept 9, 2019. Use code: METST5FF to get this set for only $5.99 with free shipping! (expires 9/9/19)

Some local convenience stores allow you to buy a branded reusable travel mug and refill coffee for a lower price or even offer so many free refills. Save money and the environment but using reusable water bottles too. There are plenty of different sizes and options from glass, stainless steel, BPA free plastic, and more.

Earth Friendly and Family Friendly Cleaning

There’s lots of reasons to swap out your cleaning products. Not just environmental but for your families health. Fumes and chemicals in some cleaning products can actually cause more harm than good.

There are more eco-friendly options in your grocery store with reduced packaging and free of chemicals but you can also make your own. A simple vinegar and water solution can be great for cleaning windows, counters, and more.

There are also essential oil companies that offer safer cleaning options and essential oil recipes. Simply Earth actually has a subscription service that send you several essential oils each month with natural product recipes. Everything from cleaning products, hygiene products, cosmetics, and more.

You can also choose products that are reusable and let you clean without chemicals using water. E-cloth is an affordable alternative with chemical free options to clean windows, scrub dishes, even remove make up with just water. I’ve used these products myself and they work better than I ever thought. Who knew you can get a good clean with just water?

Are you trying to make earth-friendly changes? I’d love to know what you are doing.


Road to Nowhere Book Tour & Giveaway

Road to Nowhere by Evan Shapiro Genre: Cli-Fi (climate fiction), SciFi, Mystery, Thriller, Satire

Is humanity on a Road to Nowhere? What forces are at play behind global warming and its threat to every species? Is humanity irrevocably heading down a Road to Nowhere? This near future page-turner, weaves conspiracy, murder, genius and love into a fast-paced ride across the globe, through the absurd and beyond. Patrick, Kirby, Ancient and Costas thrust us into the world of corporate juggernaut, PetroSynth, where science, politics and corruption jostle to determine our future. How can so much power over our planet be in the hands of so few? “This book is the stuff of modern mythology, an exciting adventure with intricate personalities leaving the reader in a state of agitated ‘not knowing’ until the very end. Can we succeed (we are all in this one together) or will the corporates and their minions win out only to abandon the planet in crisis? A racy and worthwhile read capturing the zeitgeist of our times.” Ian Cohen – first Green MLC, NSW Parliament and Author of ‘Green Fire’ MORE REVIEWS What makes this debut novel from Evan Shapiro a thoroughly engrossing read is that it is hard to pigeon hole into any particular genre. Part science fiction, thriller, mystery and romp. A fun and at times gritty ride. It’s a page turner written with insight, irreverence and is an apt observation of humanity’s capacity for suffering and destruction, yet with potential to make a positive change. G King ‘Road To Nowhere’ gives us a thought-provoking glimpse into an uncompromising future that brilliantly juxtaposes futuristic hedonism with the bare fundamentals of human frailty. M Jury Goodreads * Amazon

The second of four children born to would-be bohemians, Evan grew up on a diet of independent cinema, junk TV, Shakespeare and chocolate biscuits. As a toddler he drank Dettol and shampoo and stuck forks into power-points. Growing up he was often reminded by his family that he was lucky to have survived past the age of five. While his parents blamed him for being dangerously active and carelessly inquisitive, he lays the responsibility squarely at their feet for repeatedly leaving Dettol, shampoo and forks within his grasp. He likes to define the resulting confusion from his upbringing as his ‘perspective’ which he now relentlessly channels into works of fiction. These day’s he likes to prod people instead of power-points. He lives in Sydney and divides his time between co-parenting, fixing his father’s TV settings, changing his mother’s light bulbs, graphic design work, writing and meditation. He claims to have found the secret to perfect parenting, but as the answer is endless patience he’s not sure it’s any use to anyone. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Prelude
One hundred and fifty million kilometres away from the Earth a big ball of fire busily burns away,
converting four hundred million tons of hydrogen into helium every second in a seemingly
endless nuclear fusion.
As our world orbits the Sun, we revolve our lives around our own daily concerns, forgetting that
the big bright light in the sky, by its very nature, creates our day and feeds our existence. Eight
minutes after its atomic birth the light that reaches Earth helps plants photosynthesise, taking in
carbon dioxide and releasing oxygen.
Buried by our needs, our hopes, our dreams, our petty dislikes, our great loves and our
monstrous hates, is a forgotten truth. It is so intrinsically human that we are capable of pushing
this thought to the dark reaches of our primitive brains, that we know the words but don’t truly
appreciate the concept. We can tell ourselves what we like but there’s no getting away from it.
You can’t hide from the truth forever, and this is true, so listen up.
Our lives are just a by-product of a cosmic breath!
Patrick closed his notebook, content with another great thought committed to paper. As he
reclined into the comfort of his manager’s plush office chair the feeling of self-satisfaction gave
way to a pervasive self-doubt: how likely was it that a set of human eyes other than his own
would ever read his words? His thoughts would remain just that, his own. To ensure that fate,
he hastily removed the notebook from sight and shoved it into his bag. He shifted focus from the

sense of his own mediocrity to that of his manager’s. Leaning back further into the leather-
padded chair he surveyed the room with contempt. Except for his position of authority, Patrick’s

manager was an inferior in every respect. The man’s gruff manner, his constant barking of
orders, ensured his control but alienated him from his subordinates. To Patrick he was a man to
be managed. There were ways of dealing with him to get what you wanted: picking times when
he was most distracted to ask for personal leave, never presenting him with an unsolved
problem, always offering a solution no matter how stupid it may seem. Like a dog gnawing into a
bone your offering would be viciously snatched and ripped into pieces, devoured before your
eyes and the remnants spat back at your feet. But he would be secretly grateful you threw him
something to sink his teeth into. Yes, he was to be managed and by no means trusted. A
company man through and through, a company man who had access to information being
withheld from Patrick. He looked around the room again, attempting to intuit where his superior
would hide things he didn’t want his subordinates to find.
The office was dark other than the light emanating from the desk lamp and a few beams of
orange glow that crept in around the edges of the block-out blind covering the large window on
one side of the office. A glint of light reflecting on the stainless steel filing cabinet in the corner of
the room pulled Patrick to his feet and drew him towards it.
The vivid orange light from outside was easing rapidly, receding as the day drew to a close.
Another twilight gone, another twilight spent alone, the most precious part of the day nearly over
and nothing but a long lonely night ahead. With the sun setting fast Patrick had to increase his
pace if he didn’t want his break and enter to be discovered, if he didn’t want to waste having
braved the intense heat of the sun to be in the office a few hours early. His colleagues would
soon filter in, once the cover of night gave them safe passage. He stood at the locked cabinet
and tugged ineffectually at the top drawer. Yes there was definitely something in here that was
not meant for Patrick, making him all the more determined to gain access.
Back at the desk he pulled open drawers, turned over papers, lifted up objects. No key to be
found, nothing. He spotted the coffee cup next to the keyboard. ‘Let me drop everything and fix
your problem’ branded on it in large type. His manager would often sit behind his desk holding
the cup at eye level while subordinates talked to him, not answering, just waiting for them to
read the message, get the point and get out of his office. If they took too long to register he’d
soon throw them out, barking at them as they retreated. In all the time Patrick had worked with
the man he’d never actually seen him drink from it. The cup was just a prop, another object
littering a cluttered desk. Patrick picked it up, raised it to his eye in the manner of his superior,
fleshing out what it felt like to be such a dickhead, before tipping it over and pouring the key into
his palm.
Patrick rummaged around the now unlocked filing cabinet drawer. A bottle of vodka, some retro
porn magazines, there must be more the man was hiding. Then bingo, official looking

documents – ‘Project Helios’ – it smelled clandestine. His eager fingers took hold of the report
and he could feel its suppression itching to be released.
With the document in hand he quickly covered his tracks – easy enough given it was a mess
when he’d arrived. Lock the cabinet, key back in the cup, papers back in their stacks. He
scooped up his bag and hit a button on his manager’s desk. The large block-out blinds rose
allowing the last vibrant orange rays of the sunset to fill the room, removing all shapes and
objects with its intense glare. Then as the sun dropped behind the horizon and the room crept
into darkness, Patrick closed the office door behind him and moved quietly to his workstation.
Compared to his supervisor’s office, Patrick’s desk was uncluttered and sparse. He’d never
given the space much thought, other than to avoid it. What was the point in decorating? It
annoyed him the way his co-workers littered their spaces with photos of families and friends,
displaying them as some measure of achievement. ‘This is what I have outside of this place,
what do you have?’ Why should he offer a window into his life to be assessed and ranked
amongst the workforce? Worse still were postings of platitudes and self-motivating mantras,
stuck to people’s cubicles to help them through the day. At least Patrick wrote his own and kept
them in his notebook. He didn’t force them into his co-workers’ field of vision the way they
foisted their banalities on him.
His standard-issue ergonomic chair took his weight but creaked and squeaked as he shifted to
find a comfortable position. He placed the document on the desk and pulled the chair in closer,
ready, a little excited even, to discover what form of administrative ineptitude middle
management had planned: a restructure, job losses, productivity gains? What idiocy would they
be imposing on the workforce next?
As he began to read he was overcome with an acute awareness of the moment. As the words
worked their way through his cerebral cortex he became filled with the horror of their reality.
This was no minor administrative report. Patrick was discovering a truth that put his own
concept of ‘Cosmic Breath’ into the realm of the pathetic. This was not a moment to be
treasured, not a moment to be loved, but as clear a moment as any in his life, a milestone, a
point of reference that couldn’t be erased now that it had made its mark and he realised that
from this point on his life wouldn’t be the same.
Patrick sat with his hands frozen on the document and watched as workers began to arrive, safe
now under the cover of night. Safe from the very sun in the sky that burned their lives into being
but a sun now too strong for them to be exposed to.
He didn’t move, didn’t respond to his co-workers’ ‘good evenings’, didn’t react when the phone
rang, didn’t even realise he was continuing to breathe. There was only himself, the document
before him and what was happening to his mind now that the information had transferred from
paper to grey matter, nothing else registered, nothing else could.
Without fully knowing why, he stood, took the document in one hand, his car keys in the other
and began to move. As he made his way steadily towards the exit he passed the early starters –
some of them he knew, others he didn’t, some he liked, others annoyed him, but they all looked
like ghosts to him now. This pounding idea forced into his head by that wretched document
made them all look dead, their activities meaningless, anything they might have to say useless.
The information was infecting him – a vile fast moving virus corrupting and consuming his
system.
The night air gave little relief, the ground still hot from the day’s saturation of sunlight, the heat
rising and filling his lungs. Every breath made him light-headed. He reached his car – the auto
cooling made the interior a welcome relief from the outside air, but it didn’t bring him back, didn’t
stop the pounding urge to keep moving. He started the car, capitulating to the unknown force
propelling him forward. With no sense of destination, only a need to move away from that
moment, that ground zero moment, he drove onto the open road. His lone vehicle travelled in
the opposite direction to the stream of headlights making their way to work, collectively
illuminating one side of the road as his sole set of headlights moved freely, seemingly
unencumbered.

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