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Red River Radio Presents Dellani’s Tea Time with Livy, Maureen and Savannah

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Be sure to join the fun on Dellani’s Tea Time – TODAY, March 13 at 4:00 PM EDT when Dellani and Christina welcome Livy Broussard, Mauareen Larter and Savannah Verte to the show. All these ladies are new to the show, so let’s welcome them and show them a good time! If you can’t join us live, the link will take you to the podcast recording later!

Livy Broussard has a website, The Fire Breathing Bunny, devoted to surviving eating disorders, as well as being the author of creative non-fiction.

MaureenLarter joins us from New South Wales. She is the author of several children’s books like Candy Cow and the Caterpillar or Broken Wing; Book 1 of the Fairies of Aurora. She also has a variety of Simple Gardening Guides.

SavannahVerte is a paranormal and fanstasy author whose books include Sultry & Sinful, Book of Time, CASE Revelations and more!

Tune in Monday, March 13 at 4:00 PM EDT on Blog Talk Radio!

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Christian Book 1 of The Protectors Series by L. Ann Marie

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What it’s about

Contemplating ending the constant barrage of death and destruction he’s seen his whole life brings Christian closer to his family. With Dakota’s help, Christian learns and uses his ancestors to control and manage his visions and abilities. Gaining peace for the first time in his life still, leaves him lonely. With all he’s been gifted, the ability to be touched is not among them. Dean thought using her ability to help the police find a killer was a good thing until she realized she was now the hunted. Losing her parents, in an explosion meant for her, she finds her way to the Princes and a man that not only protects and understands her but can hold her too. Christian has his work cut out for him. Showing Dean, the Princes and the MC what all in means isn’t easy when it’s wrapped around ‘freaky kid’ abilities. This is the story of Christian and Dean.

An excerpt from the story

Aiyana and Kaya are stopping the oil,” Teller says.

I nod smiling. “Did you get that or is Mucimi throwing it?”

He smiles proud. “I got it. I can watch her now.”

Since she’s the most focused reader we have that’s not surprising but I’m reminded we need to jump. I’ll do that before Mase and Devan get here. They need a way to get rid of the stress they’ll have by getting what everyone is doing.

Prez is watching us. “Aiyana isn’t at the reservation?” Fuck he’s got that fierce look in his eyes and he’s trying to block me.

“No Prez. Every time I try to get through what everyone is doing I’m sent out or you have something else pulling you away.”

“Outside.” He gets up and walks out but I know that calm isn’t really calm. He’s pissed. I follow him out and he sends Done in. “They ordered you lunch.” Done looks at me then throws Prez chin going into the room. Fuck he feels bad for me. It’s not like I had a fuckin chance to say anything.

He walks a couple of steps away then turns back. “Aiyana is off of the reservation but I’m not told. What the fuck are you thinking? She’s one of the most powerful readers we have.”

“We haven’t met yet for me to give you all I’ve done. Every time you ask I get through half of it. If I told you no when you sent me away you’d be pissed. I’m trying to catch up with MC protocol but you being pissed at me isn’t reasonable. I’ve done everything you asked when you’ve asked. When we meet I can tell you everything.”

“Now! Tell me now because I’ve got two of ours in fuckin God knows where and they’re being hunted. Tell me what the fuck made you think it was okay to send them any fuckin where.”

Jesus. He’s ready to hit me. “You telling me I head up Protectors made me think you meant it. I’m doing the job you gave me but I’m fighting everyone’s assumption that I’m still a fuck up. If you’d take a fuckin minute and listen I can explain.”

Fuck! He’s got his hand wrapped around my neck and I’m slammed against the wall before I can even register he moved. “I don’t give a fuck who’s family you are. I deserve more respect than I’ve seen out of you. If you can’t get it together then drop the fuckin cut now.”

What? I’ve given him respect. I’m trying to think of when I’ve been disrespectful to him then just give up. “You know what, take it. You’re not listening but threatening me. Take the fuckin cut and I’ll go back to the school with the kids. Put someone you trust to lead the Protectors because I’m not it and I’m fuckin tired of having to prove myself. I’m done.” He steps back shocked. As soon as his hand loosens I move. Walking down the hall I shrug the cut off and send it back to him. “I’ll be waiting in the locker room for the kids when they’re done. Hawk will stay with them.”

“Christian!”

I spin around pissed. “No Prez. It’s not so easy walking away! It hasn’t been a fuckin week in the job I didn’t ask for! I’ve done everything for both the MC and Princes since I was eleven fuckin years old! I’ve give everything I get up for both Clubs and I just started getting that level of commitment back from you. No one gave me shit before I got here. Now I’m told to move to a job that no one wants me in. I jumped when you told me too. I even asked how fuckin high but it’s not enough. Fuck that. I was happy where I was. I don’t need the Brothers or Officers bringing me down again. Take your doubt, your threats and the fuckin cut that I worked so hard to earn. I’m fuckin out.” When I turn Jessie and Taylor are standing here. I walk by and head to the locker room. Walking the tunnels will calm me. I throw to Brantley that I’m heading down and disable the sensors.

Jeremy is in my head but I stop him. ‘I need a fuckin minute. Nothing you say will change this right now. Give me that. I promise I’ll always help to keep Aubrey safe Brother. Just give me a fuckin minute.’ He quiets and I walk.

Since I was a kid I’ve gotten this shit and always given them everything. It was to the point that I was so disconnected I only saw my family after they escaped the shit that I saw. People would get pissed when I didn’t tell them shit so stopped showing for most of that too. Jacob was the only one that saw what was happening and tried to help. He didn’t get the process of the ancestors so what I gave him to hurt him but didn’t change anything for me. I stopped that too. He was younger than me and didn’t need my shit in his head. It would have been helpful if anyone took a fuckin minute to explain the ancestors to me, maybe how to use meditation or some training on the reading. I got help right at first but nothing after. When I came to the Compound I finally learned all that shit and have been training to grow my abilities. It hits me how fuckin long that took and I’m pissed all over again. I was a fuckin kid. I’ll make sure the kids get it and never walk with that depression or feelings of not being good enough to get the extra training. I’ll give it to them myself and fuck what the Brothers think. They haven’t done a fuckin thing but train me for two years. While I’m grateful and appreciate the ability to see and use the ancestors, I worked for a fuck of a lot longer for them than they ever did for me.

A peace settles over me as I walk back from the waterfront. The kids will be ready to go soon. I push everything from my head and shield so nothing comes in or goes out. I need some space from the Club and all the shit they throw. I wait at the door and see Done disable the sensors. I brace myself because Prez, Darren, Jessie and Dakota are waiting with the kids.

When the door opens Hawk moves to my side. I don’t know whether to say Brothers or not so I throw chin and reach for Nash. “Thanks we’re good if you can help them down the stairs.”

“We need some time with you Brother,” Dakota says.

I smile. “I wasn’t sure if I say, ‘Brothers’ so I just threw chin. I need to get them back. My job is them. I’ll do that to the best of my ability. No one had a problem with me when I did that job.”

Dakota is throwing and I shut him down. “I’m not doing this with them right here. They get more than you know. I’ll explain their new abilities when you come for that at the school. I’ll train them with the new they have so that keeps growing. Tomorrow I’ll teach them to jump so they have that to fall back to when it all gets to be too much. I won’t let them down and I’m good where I’m at with all this.”

Dakota nods and puts his hand up like he’s stopping them from saying anything. I don’t even look at Prez but take Honor’s hand and start walking. On the way, we talk about how Security works. I’m relieved when Done answers them. I keep my head clear but it’s not easy.

Christian is available at amazon.com

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Release Blitz for “Blazing Hearts” by Paul Nosach

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Synopsis:

Dr. Sebastian Masters has lost his job from Eastbridge hospital, due to insubordination. But now he has come across the perfect woman, Dawn Turlo, who would give him another opportunity – another job offer and his own building with staff. The only catch is marriage.

But the problem lies deeper with Sebastian. He doesn’t know how to love someone, and turns to his long-time friend, Jaysen Stripe for help.

Meanwhile, Adam Ludsgarden, Sebastian’s nephew, has sunk deeper into depression due to the loss of his best friend Curtis Brown. Adam has secluded himself in his room and only comes out when necessary, and where Sebastian fails to try with him, Jaysen finds the proper words to sooth his pain.

But as Dawn starts to show her true colors and the way she feels, everything starts to spiral downward under the same roof. Can Sebastian hold everything together? Can he keep the peace? Can he keep his feelings in check after everything that had happened before with Jaysen? The suspicions grow intense, and finally Dawn Turlo is exposed to the truth. What Sebastian and Jaysen find out is astonishing.

Excerpt:

By the time the Pastor reached the room where Sebastian and Dawn were sitting, he knocked on the door. He saw before him: a man in mourning, and a woman who could have turned any other man to stone with a simple gaze. But they were together and that’s what mattered, at least in the Pastor’s eyes.

It’s a tragic thing that happened to you both,” the Pastor stated. “But Adam is with God now.”

What do you know what a tragic thing is?” Dawn whipped her head at stare straight into the man’s soul.

It bored into him. He felt it, too. It was that kind of stare which would bring death to anyone who crossed her path.

And what about this God you speak of?”

Dawn, do not speak of God like that,” Sebastian said, his eyes still puffy and red from crying.

Well,” she said, turning to face Sebastian, “I don’t believe in God.”

Do not talk about God that way,” Sebastian warned her. “He gave you life and there is a little life living inside you,” he was referring to the unborn baby.

The Pastor was appalled as Dawn got to her feet and crossed his path, meeting him eye-to-eye. She left the two men in the room, retreating to Sebastian’s room, which was hers also.

Sebastian apologized for his wife’s behaviour; for her short temper and disbelief.

That is your wife?” the Pastor was surprised. But it also explained her pregnancy. “I noticed she’s expecting! Congratulations,” he sat where Dawn had been. “Do you know what if it’s a boy or a girl?”

I do not want to know,” Sebastian told him, still brooding over the loss of Adam.

He started explaining to the man beside him what he already told Dawn: about his nightmares and how they haunted him – how they would stick in his mind, and that they were all about his loved ones. His dead loved ones.

As much as the Pastor tried to console Sebastian, it was not much use. As much as the Pastor tried to focus on Adam being in a better place than where they are, Sebastian dismissed the sympathy and thought that Dawn had been right. What if his wife was right? Is my wife right? Would God influence Adam to take his own life? It was an awful thing to think of, but there was no escaping it.

May God hold him in his hands,” Sebastian suddenly broke his silence, standing and taking the Pastor’s hand.

The Pastor was shocked to hear such a thing from someone who he was consoling. He saw a shine in Sebastian’s face. Something that was unusual. Sebastian’s eyes looked as blue as an ocean in a brochure, and his blonde hair held thin golden streams. So thin, that they could have been spun by any woman. God has blessed you, the Pastor thought. But that couldn’t be true. He had never seen such a sight before. And the only other time someone had looked as such, was after sexual intercourse: a beaming glow of pure light.

Let’s join Jaysen downstairs,” Sebastian said his voice void of all sorrow.

His tone was neither one of anger or of happiness. But his facial expression – The Pastor rose to his feet, letting his hand fall into Sebastian’s – if it was indeed Sebastian at all. Could this creature standing before him be God? After what he mentioned of God being all around us, it was a possibility that the Pastor couldn’t dismiss. They walked out into the hall, then down the stairs, still holding hands as if they had been best friends for the longest of time.

Sebastian and the Pastor gracefully took the stairs that they did not need to look down once. They didn’t falter once. When Jaysen looked up and saw both men descend the staircase, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. For one thing, he had never seen Sebastian in such a state. Usually he enjoyed his privacy, but the look on his face was unlike any Jaysen had seen. To Jaysen; Sebastian seemed to look mesmerized – his blue eyes unblinking. He wanted to say something, address Sebastian, but the Pastor shook his head, gesturing that he keep his mouth closed, for he couldn’t explain it, either.

Suddenly, Sebastian opened his mouth to speak when they reached Jaysen at the island, and said, “You are both my children, and I love you both. Dawn is my child also, but she sinned: a great sin and she will pay when the time is right.”

Both the Pastor and Jaysen couldn’t believe their ears, or their eyes. It was Sebastian’s body they saw, but the voice which came from his mouth, was that of tranquility. One thing Jaysen hadn’t heard from Sebastian in a very long time. But it wasn’t Jaysen so much as the Pastor who wanted to ask questions. After all, a man of God would jump at this chance, but his voice failed him.

Please, drink from the cup of my body.”

Jaysen had several cups already. In ignorance, Jaysen held up the glass to Sebastian – or what appeared to be Sebastian – and said, “Cheers!”

The Pastor, standing just to the right of Sebastian, dropped his jaw in surprise. Now he knew that Jaysen didn’t believe in God, but now that God – in essence? In spirit! – was standing under the same roof…No, the Pastor was just having wishful thinking.

Knowing what was going to come, and sensing the Pastor’s anxiousness, Sebastian turned to look at him, smiled and suddenly, out of nowhere, the facial expression had changed. Sebastian’s body had collapsed to the floor, and dropping his glass, Jaysen rushed to his friend’s side.

Help me,” he told the Pastor, but that wasn’t needed; for as soon as the words were spoken, Sebastian regained consciousness.

¿Qué?” Sebastian asked, receiving help from the two other men.

What do you remember?” Jaysen asked, seeming to be the obvious question that he would get after having a seizure. It was obvious that Sebastian was himself, since he was speaking Spanish again.

I do not know,” Sebastian said wearily, shaking his head, as if to clear stars before his eyes. “What happened?”

It doesn’t matter,” the Pastor said, looking Jaysen in the eye, giving the impression that he should keep his mouth shut.

Jaysen knew what the other man was thinking. He didn’t need to be told, as they helped Sebastian to the sofa. Jaysen offered him some water, but Sebastian declined and told them that he felt slightly energized, which made the other men helping him feel bewildered. He falls to the floor, yet feels rejuvenated? This was a queer revelation, which either the Pastor or Jaysen could understand. Was it theirs to comprehend? The Pastor had excused himself, thinking that he over-stayed his welcome.

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About the Author

I was born and raised in Toronto, Ontario. Ever since Junior high school, I have been writing (staying up at odd hours of the night). Only recently have I thought of music to push me. Every book I’ve written has a soundtrack, which are carefully selected songs (from popular artists to the mundane). I always start writing and give myself a deadline of four months to complete a novel. But as we all know, personal deadlines don’t always pan out in our favour.

My ideal night for writing:

1) A hot cup of tea.

2) A crisp, rainy evening.

3) The best music

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Happy Chrismahanukwanzakah, Y’all!

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As much as I love Christmas, I’ve come to dread the holiday season. Starting with Thanksgiving preparation, I begin to stress over the meal. Afterward, I start planning what to give as Christmas gifts and when I’m going to put a package in the mail for my daughter’s family. Also, her birthday is a week before Christmas, and I have to find a present for her.

Things I used to find absolutely imperative every holiday season: sending cards, writing a newsy letter, decorating the house, preparing holiday treats— They have become a pain in my butt and I simply don’t have the energy for them. I have serious allergies, and almost always have a sinus infection going on. I also have developed asthma over the years, so it’s difficult to go out. Too many scents out there to plague a sensitive nose or a delicate set of lungs. Not to mention, my son has to use our truck for his job—he works 5:00 a.m. until 4:30 p.m. This makes getting out difficult.

I don’t mean to sound like I’m whining, but dammit, I feel like it! Okay, getting worked up takes too much energy, so I will quietly state that I don’t give a shit about doing it up for Christmas. I like presents, but I hate shopping. I love finding the perfect gift, but I loath trying to decide what that may be. I enjoy the meal, but as I do the bulk of the cooking, it’s a pain in the ass. I like spending time with family and friends, but right now, I’d rather spend my time writing and editing, than actually communicating with anyone.

If you’re like me, and you dread the holiday season (though you really like cookies and other tasty treats) I have a suggestion for you. Go through the list of folks you have to buy gifts for, and buy them books. Yes, I know, not everyone is a reader. But if you can capture the one thing they find appealing, you’ve just given them the perfect gift. Cool thing is, even without a Kindle, they can read an Amazon book on any phone, tablet or computer by downloading the free app.

I realize that not everyone likes the same books, so I encourage you to explore some of my suggestions below. These names are by no means the only books I’m recommending. No one paid me to do this, no one twisted my arm to get me to include them. I’m listing people whose books I have read personally, and enjoyed. They aren’t in any particular order, mostly just train of thought. 

First of all, my books. Dellani Oakes writes historical (retro) romance, romantic suspense, contemporary romance, sci-fi and fantasy. To Buy Dellani’s Books 

Karen Vaughan is one of my favorite authors. She writes light hearted mysteries. To Buy Karen’s books 

Kenneth Weene writes a variety of genres, which will appeal to a lot of readers. To Buy Ken’s Books

Amanda Thrasher writes delightful books about fairies, but she also has a hard hitting anti-bullying book that is not to miss. To Buy Amanda’s Books 

Ruth Hays writes magical, epic fantasy that gets the heart pumping. To Buy Ruth’s Books 

Heather Poinsett Dunbar writes fantasy, that’s a bit on the dark side. To Buy Heather’s Books 

William Beck writes political thrillers that set your pulse racing from beginning to end.To Buy William’s Books

S. A. Bailey writes, what he calls, redneck noir. Think Mickey Spillane with an east Texas spin. To Buy Seth’s Books

Mark David Gerson also writes a wide variety of books. From learning to write, to mystical fantasy, he’s sure to appeal. To Buy Mark David’s Books 

Jo Ramsey writes wonderfully insightful stories for teens who don’t fit into the normal mold. To Buy Jo’s Books

Rowena Cherry writes sci-fi that carries you into space. Swords clang as a royal alien race tries to out maneuver one another. To Buy Rowena’s Books 

Gary D. Henry writes in many genres from retro romance to horror. To Buy Gary’s Books

Suzette Vaughn mostly writes romance, but she has other books as well. Sure to appeal to a wide number of readers. To Buy Suzette’s Books

J. Conrad Guest – sci-fi, romance, biography, memoir…the list goes on and on. To Buy J. Conrad’s Books

Rico Austin from a lighthearted children’s book, to memoirs, with a stop off at Graceland to visit The King, Rico has it. To Buy to Buy Rico’s Books

Stephanie Osborn’s Displaced Detective series brings Sherlock Holmes into the modern age. She also has fantastic sci-fi books that are a must read. To Buy Stephanie’s Books

Rachel Rueben’s book, Hag, is a wonderfully poignant look at teen life and the problems some face. Rachel also has some great How-To books for authors. To Buy Rachel’s Books

Marta Moran Bishop is another versatile author. Her books are mostly for children or young adults, but they are great for adults too. To Buy Marta’s Books

Barbara Ehrentreu The same can be said of Barbara’s books. Though geared toward teens, they are an enjoyable read for adults. To Buy Barbara’s Books

Fran Lewis has books in so many genres, I can’t name them all. Very approachable, they are sure to entertain. To Buy Fran’s Books

J.D. Holiday’s books for children are cleverly written and beautifully illustrated by the author. To Buy J.D.’s Books

Dianna Graveman’s books will appeal to those who like history. She has wonderful books on a variety of subjects. To Buy Dianna’s Books

Whit McClendon’s fantasy novels are cleverly crafted and full of action.To Buy Whit’s Books

Janet Morris has been a favorite author of mine since the Eighties. If you like sci-fi, fantasy or historical fiction, Janet has something for you. To Buy Janet’s Books

 Viv Drewa writes mystical mysteries with a hoot of a hero—an owl! To Buy Viv’s Books

Kemberlee Shortland writes romance with an Irish flavor. To Buy Kemberlee’sBooks 

I will continue to update and add to this list as I think of new people. Share this with your friends! Above all, have a Happy Chrismahanukwanzakah! Dellani

Author, Artist and Anyone’s Personal Marketing Guide by Rico Austin

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Rico Austin Marketing GuideRico’s back and this time, he’s talkin’ turkey! About what, you may ask? About marketing. With a long line of experience as well as several posh degrees, Rico has written this helpful guide for those of us who aren’t so marketing savvy.

Whether you’re an experienced salesperson, or a complete novice, Rico Austin’s Author and Artist Guide to Marketing has something for you. He stresses that anyone can market, it’s a matter of learning what to do or not do.

Rico’s book is written in an easy going style that’s a comfortable read. He doesn’t use terms that are difficult to understand. I am not a marketing aficionado, so I appreciate that.

Especially helpful are the numbered key points at the end of each chapter. This provides a clear summation of the prior chapter. This book is all about readability and easy learning. I can tell that this is a resource I will refer to again and again.

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© 2015 Dellani Oakesrico austin

To Buy Rico’s Book!

About My Reviews

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Dellani Oakes with glassesI’m rather disgusted with some of the book selling sites. Without any warning, they remove my reviews. I have resposted them, but they take them down again. For some reason, they think I am a professional reviewer who is paid for her reviews.

Not true! I don’t charge anything for my reviews. Authors send me copies of their books asking for reviews or I buy a book, pick it up in the library or find it for free on-line. I read and review it. I love to read and, as an author, I know how important reviews are.

Paid reviews aren’t reliable. You might get a great review from it, or you might get a rehash of your back blurb. Most of the authors that I know can’t afford to pay for reviews. I have never charged, nor will I ever charge.

I do give my honest opinion. I will never trash a book. I will say what I don’t like and give a lower rating, but I will never pull a book apart or trash the author’s confidence. There’s no need for that. Hurting someone’s feelings, over a piece of art that they have struggled over, is the worst kind of harassment. Besides, I may hate it and think it’s the worst thing I ever read, another person may think it’s great.

What you see on this page are my opinions, or those of the other reviewers I have allowed to post on my site. None of us are “professional reviewers” as defined by book selling sites. We aren’t paid. We do this for free, from the goodness of our hearts, because we love to read and like to help other authors.

All that being said, I want to assure readers that you will get honest, open reviews about the books we read. Authors will get the same. We strive to post honest opinions, without crushing an ego.

Fran Lewis is a reviewer who posts on my site.

Fran Lewis is a reviewer who posts on my site.

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Karen Vaughan is a reviewer who posts on my site

The Amazing Kenneth Weene

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kenneth weeneI love Kenneth Weene’s books. Each one makes me laugh and cry (sometimes simultaneously) but each one leaves me thinking in ways about things I never thought I’d think. Confused? That’s okay! Kenneth is a retired psychologist. He can help you figure it out! Below are reviews of two of Kenneth’s books. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did.

Memoirs from the Asylum – Kenneth Weene

Through this unique book, we follow the memories of one man’s time in an insane asylum. He has voluntarily put himself in, and could leave at any time. He finds the asylum life predictable and safe – until some of his friends die, others marry and one of the doctors is killed. Finally deciding he’s ready to venture into the real world once more, he leaves the confines of the asylum.

Memoirs from the Asylum is an unusual book that gives the reader an inside look at something we’d rather ignore – the insane. It’s a series of vignettes, intimate looks at each of the residents, and some of the staff, who may be just as crazy as the inmates.

I highly recommend this book. It is powerful, poignant, humorous and heart rending. It leaves the reader feeling as if they’ve just made the same journey as the main character and raises questions about the world of mental health.

5 Golden Acorns

Tales from the Dew Drop Inne – Kenneth Weene

There’s one in every town! We can all think of that iconic, almost dive bar, that’s got the same customers lined up waiting for the doors to open. It’s the kind of place who knows all the regulars by name. They’re close knit, almost like family.

The story is told from the point of view of Cal. He and his best friend, Ephraim, live in a boarding house within walking distance of the Dew Drop. Cal warms a stool while Ephraim picks at his guitar and sings.

Sal owns the Dew Drop. He’s kind of a stingy old man, but is equally generous in some ways. He watches over his regulars like a father.

Jonny is the pool shark. None of the regulars will play him. He either has to go to different bars or wait for the occasional outsider to walk in so he can get some action.

Sam stutters, Chip gets violent if he drinks tequila and The Captain “Saw Combat”. Each character is quirky and interesting in his or her own way. The reader realizes that somewhere in their life, they’ve met each of these people, whether in the bar or on the street. We’ve all seen Angelica the transvestite or Ginny, Trish, Sharon and Carol, the barflies.

Tales from the Dew Drop Inne is a fun collection of vignettes, strung together in novel form. Cal moves through his world in a semi-inebriated state. He works a few low paying jobs, making just enough money to pay his rent, buy his beer and put a little aside. He’s saving for a bus ticket back to Cedar Rapids, well aware that he will probably never make the trip.

I greatly enjoyed Tales from the Dew Drop Inne. It’s lighthearted and entertaining, but leaves the reader thinking about life. Weene has a unique ability to look into the hearts of his characters, finding the best there. I highly recommend this novel.

 5 Golden Acorns

© 2013 Dellani Oakes