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Tom Winton: The Last American Martyr

31 Saturday May 2014

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“The Last Americn Martyr” by Tom Winton is an excellently written story about a Nobel Prize winning author. Thomas Soles has stirred up huge responses with his book about social injustice but while his uncompromising honesty get shim plenty of applaus from some, big businesses and profiteers are threatening him and might just succeed in making him a martyr.
The story is told by Soles’s postman who meets the author in his hideout and who receives his unplublished memoir to read. 

The book is a great thriller with an interesting plot and great characters, told in an endearing narrative from the postman and a more passionate one from the author in the manuscript within. I seriously enjoyed the book which was a little bit like a counter piece to Atlas Shrugged. To me the book is not overly political or socio-critical but it exposes human nature and sketches a scenario that is only too likely.

Winton has a gift for witty and sharp observation which translates into rich and thoughtful flavours in this fast paced story. Having read some of his other books, I am pleased to find him once again a confident and competent writer. A talent to watch.

Link to my recent interview with Tim

Social links:

Tom on your Amazon site ( his books are universally available)

Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tom-Winton/206609429356346

Twitter  https://twitter.com/TomWinton

His Website  http://tomwintonauthor.com/

US Links 

Amazon 
Barnes & Noble  
Kobo 
Apple  
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Blurb:

In this me-me twenty-first century, fifty-nine-year-old Thomas Soles may very well be the last American martyr. This self-described “simple man” writes a simple book that resuscitates the all-but-dead international labor movement. The response to his thoughts and perceptions are astounding. All around the globe, from pole to pole, from America to Zimbabwe, the marching footsteps of workers, young and old, tremor the earth. But not everyone is pleased. There’s a tight-knit, elitist clique that is absolutely livid over the thoughts and ideals that fill the pages of his book. And the moment Tom and his wife Elaina return home from Sweden, they realize just how angry this profit hungry mob really is. 

Mortified by the horrid scene that awaits them inside their New York tenement, the Soles’ have no choice but to flee their longtime home. Hoping to find peace and anonymity, they bounce all over America in an RV. But in their travels they find nothing close to tranquility. Instead they become moving targets. And everywhere they go they’re followed by a succession of life-threatening events

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REVIEW: “Sight: The Dream Guild Chronicles – Book Two” by David Bruns

30 Friday May 2014

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TheSight_CVR_MED“Sight: The Dream Guild Chronicles – Book Two” by David Bruns is a beautifully written science fiction fantasy novel about discovering new planets, about the ability to dream and the meeting of progressive with ‘primitive’ or ‘ancient’ cultures. 

Maribel and her family have left planet Sindra behind, a technologically advanced place where people communicated telepathically, have implanted crystals and orbs, which give them some powerful superhuman abilities.
Now the family are exploring other planets. The humanoid species on the 26th planet they survey cannot dream, making for fascinating research objects. They live in clans, a natural way that occasionally is reminiscent of the Native Indians, they hunt and have something called Sacred Mothers.
The observing family save object Nine (”Jaron” or “Tree”) of section 14 from certain death during a heroic fight with a bear and they nurse him with a blood transfusion, which awakens his ability to dream. Jaron escapes and runs back home and the family’ daughter Sariah goes to live with the native community.
Bruns builds this new world beautifully, with wonderful details and amazing imagination. For me the best science fiction has always been about other worlds, their lives and societies, and this one is truly magical. The way that the old copes with the influx of the new is written with sensitivity and thoughtfulness, the prose is beautiful and the characters are fascinating and colourful.
This is my kind of science fiction, an imaginative and strong story with a great ending and wonderful humanitarian values.

Find the book on our Amazon site: http://bookShow.me/B00KLQ6AB6

Here is a link to an interview with David and a review of Irradiance 

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Author Bio:

I always knew I’d be a writer—someday.

I grew up on a small farm in the mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania. We didn’t have a TV, so my reading habit gradually grew into a reading obsession. After high school, I was accepted to the United States Naval Academy where I earned a Bachelors of Science in Honors English (That’s not a typo. I’m probably the only English major you’ll ever meet who had to take multiple semesters of calculus, physics, chemistry, electrical engineering, naval architecture and weapons systems just so I could get to read some Shakespeare. It was totally worth it.)

I spent six years as a commissioned officer in the nuclear-powered submarine force chasing Russian submarines. Then the Cold War ended and I became a civilian. For the next two decades, I schlepped my way around the globe as an itinerant executive in the high-tech sector, and even did a stint with a Silicon Valley startup.

In 2013, I took a break from corporate life and wrote a book. I enjoyed it so much that I wrote another (better) book, the first in a series. For the writer in me, my “someday” is today.

My wife and I are self-confessed travel junkies. We’re proud of the fact that both our children had to get extra pages in their passports in order to fit all their visa stamps. Together, we’ve visited over two dozen different countries and almost all fifty states, but Minnesota is home.

Contact:

Website:                http://davidbruns.com/

Email:                     david@davidbruns.com

Facebook:             https://www.facebook.com/davidbrunswriter

Twitter:                  https://twitter.com/brunsdavid

Goodreads:           https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7184882.David_Bruns

Books:

Irradiance: The Dream Guild Chronicles – Book One, available on Amazon:http://amzn.com/B00IRG97SK

The origin story of the Dream Guild starts on the planet Sindra in a dystopian society called the Community, living on borrowed time. Then one brave scientist learns the truth and decides to take matters into her own hands. Available on Amazon at

Sight: The Dream Guild Chronicles – Book Two, to be published May 29, 2014

A refugee of Sindra tries to make a new life among a clan of superstitious hunter-gatherers by offering them the ability to dream. Available on Amazon on May 29, 2014

The Dream Guild, available on Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00E18A54I

A sci-fi/fantasy adventure story about two friends caught in a cross-galaxy battle complete with superpowers, inter-dimensional space travel and dreams, lots of dreams.

The Collector: A Short Story, available on my website: http://davidbruns.com/

An Internet-age bounty hunter gets more than he bargained for when he starts a personal collection of trophies.

Author Wednesday – Victoria Dougherty

29 Thursday May 2014

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I was just guest at Victoria’s blog a few days ago and just spotted this interesting interview with her

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Welcome, Victoria. It’s my pleasure to have you drop by for an interview today. I’m always fascinated about the author’s journey, so tell us, when were you first able to call yourself a “writer” or “author?”

I don’t think there’s ever been a time when I didn’t consider myself a writer. But I didn’t see myself an author – honestly – until one of my essays got published in the New York Times. Not because I needed the NYT’s blessing to call myself an author, but because the sheer volume of mail I got from readers was staggering. I don’t think I had an imagination for how that would change my perception of…

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Questions on Gulags, Sponge Baths and Losing Your Mind

27 Tuesday May 2014

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christophI welcome once again my friend Christoph Fischer, who writes some of the loveliest family stories I’ve ever read. He first came to my attention when a mutual friend of ours took note of our similar Central European backgrounds and thought we should get to know one another. I’m so glad she did. I loved his Three Nations Trilogy, historical fiction inspired by his own complicated family stories – ones of war and displacement and love. Conflict, faith and collective shame. They are spectacular.

Now Christoph has set his sights on another kind of family drama. One more contemporary, but just as harrowing. He tackles Alzheimer’s disease and the resulting challenges and revelations that a family is faced with when watching a loved one slip away memory by memory.

But let’s not get our hankies out just yet.

Christoph, despite his penchant for writing engrossing dramas, has a fantastic sense…

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The Empress of Ireland

27 Tuesday May 2014

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The cruise ship cut through the near-freezing water in the dark of night. For the first-, second- and third-class passengers it was an exciting time, ahead of them lay a long voyage across the ocean to a far-flung land.

But it would be a voyage that was to be cruelly cut short, for out of the darkness loomed a solid mass – one which it was impossible to avoid. When the collision occurred it was severe – steel plate juddered and buckled from the impact.

The radio officer managed to send out a message, but things started to happen very fast. The ship began to flood, very, very quickly.

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In 17 short minutes it was all be over and more than a thousand lives were consigned to the deep.

You might be thinking Titanic, but this tragedy occurred two years later, on May 29, 1914…

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AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Fischer’s Time to Let Go

26 Monday May 2014

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Today, I want to spotlight a very exciting new book release from fellow novelist and “dog-lover” Christoph Fischer. In a previous posting, I drew attention to his equally heartbreaking and empowering Three Nations Trilogy. These novels show the effects of war from both personal and nation-wide standpoints. His latest book, which was just released this month,  is perhaps his most significant. Time to Let Go delves into issues of tolerance and perseverance through the eyes of a family in times of crisis.

Early reviews have been impeccable and speak to his beautifully personal writing style.

“Christoph Fischer has tackled a heart-wrenching subject with warmth and moving sensitivity.”

“Time to Let Go is a story filled with wisdom about life. The magic of Fischer’s book is that he entertains us every step of the way. If you, too, are struggling with control issues or grappling with a chronic illness…

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The Luck of the Weissensteiners – #21 of 50 self-published books worth reading

26 Monday May 2014

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The Luck of the Weissensteiners made it to #21 in the
Top 50 of this poll – Thank you for your votes!

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http://www.indieauthorland.com/the-50-self-published-books-worth-reading-2013-14/

 

 

 

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The Luck of the Weissensteiners (Three Nations Trilogy Book 1)

In the sleepy town of Bratislava in 1933 a romantic girl falls for a bookseller from Berlin. Greta Weissensteiner, daughter of a Jewish weaver, slowly settles in with the Winkelmeier clan just as the developments in Germany start to make waves in Europe and re-draws the visible and invisible borders. The political climate in the multifaceted cultural jigsaw puzzle of disintegrating Czechoslovakia becomes more complex and affects relations between the couple and the families. The story follows them through the war with its predictable and also its unexpected turns and events and the equally hard times after.
But this is no ordinary romance; in fact it is not a romance at all, but a powerful, often sad, Holocaust story. What makes The Luck of the Weissensteiners so extraordinary is the chance to consider the many different people who were never in concentration camps, never in the military, yet who nonetheless had their own indelible Holocaust experiences. This is a wide-ranging, historically accurate exploration of the connections between social location, personal integrity and, as the title says, luck.

On Amazon:  http://bookshow.me/B00AFQC4QC

On Goodreads: http://bit.ly/12Rnup8

On Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1bua395

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B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-luck-of-the-weissensteiners-christoph-fischer/1113932211?ean=9781481130332

New Release by Amber Lea Easton: Dancing Barefoot

23 Friday May 2014

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PRESS STOP:  New Release by Amber Lea Easton:

Dancing Barefoot

Jessica Moriarty appears to have it all—a successful career as an architect, a loyal group of friends, a gorgeous apartment, and an on-again-off-again affair with Boston’s most eligible bachelor. Behind this “perfect life” façade, Jessica hides the loss she feels over giving up her dream career as an artist, copes with a destructive relationship with her alcoholic mother, and struggles with heartbreak over a lost love.

Jacques Sinclair only needs his cameras, a backpack, and a good pair of walking shoes. A world-renowned photographer, he is a man without boundaries. Despite fame and fortune, he still yearns for the woman who shattered his heart when she vanished from his life five years ago.

A chance meeting brings Jacques and Jessica back together. Reunions aren’t always planned or welcomed, but chemistry has a way of revealing what is denied. Ensnared in a web of sabotage and conspiracy—carefully constructed by people who want to control their lives—Jacques and Jessica struggle to trust each other, break free from the status quo, reclaim their love, and build a life of extraordinary possibility.

Amazon: myBook.to/DB

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-dancingbarefoot-1521929-149.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/440746

Author Bio: SantaMonica

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges but ultimately persevere. She currently has six contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels out in the world: Kiss Me Slowly, Riptide, Reckless Endangerment, Anonymity, In Between, and Dancing Barefoot. Her memoir, Free Fall, is dedicated to suicide prevention, awareness, and helping others navigate the dark journey of grief.

In addition, Easton works as an editor, freelance journalist, and professional speaker. She speaks on subjects ranging from writing to widowhood. Some of her videos on romance writing have appeared on the international Writers & Authors television network. Current radio appearances are linked via her author website, http://www.amberleaeaston.com.

Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life’s twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she’s writing, she considers herself simply to be “a lucky lady liv’n the dream.”

Easton also publishes under the name Dakota Skye who has one paranormal erotic romance, Blurred Lines, currently available and another, Deadly Decadence, due out in the fall of 2014

Release Date: May 22, 2014  P

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense/Women’s Fiction

Heat Level: Steamy

AL Easton Author Interview for Dancing Barefoot Release

Q: Where did you get the inspiration for the title?  

A: While writing this story, I listened to a lot of U2. One of their songs is called ‘Dancing Barefoot’ where they sing of spinning ceaselessly and losing gravity. “Oh God I fell for you” is one of the lyrics. It truly struck a chord within me—no pun intended. In fact, I’ve included the lyrics to the original Patti Smith song on the dedication page of the novel.

Q: What are the lyrics to ‘Dancing Barefoot’? Could you share so we get a sense of what inspired you?

A: You betcha! Here are the original lyrics sung by Patti Smith, later redone by U2.

Dancing Barefoot Song Lyrics (Patti Smith)
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don’t know why
I flow so ceaselessly
Could it be he’s taking over me
I’m dancing barefoot
Headin’ for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
It makes me come up like some heroine
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
Here I go when I don’t know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he’s taking over me
I’m dancing barefoot
Headin’ for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
Makes me come up like some heroine
She is recreation
She intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she
Here I go when I don’t know why
I spin so ceaselessly
‘Til I lose my sense of gravity
I’m dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come up like some heroine
Oh God I fell for you
Oh God I fell for you
Oh God I fell for you
Oh God I fell for you

Songwriters: Kral, Ivan / Smith, Patti

Q: Why did you feel compelled to write this story?

A: The characters’ struggle with learning to live according to their own truth rather than being bound by others’ expectations resonates with me on a core level. As human beings, it is easy to be caught up in someone else’s life agenda and forget that we are here with our own purpose.  There were times in my life when I became consumed with putting other people’s expectations above my own and that is no way to live.

Q: What would you like people to take away from this story?

A: We’re all unique and the status quo doesn’t always serve us well. It’s important to find what makes your heart sing and pursue it even if it’s scary as hell for you to take that leap.

Q: As an author, what is your main goal when connecting with a reader?

A: Entertainment. Despite the nature of some of my stories, such as human trafficking in Reckless Endangerment or breaking free of co-dependency/expectation in Dancing Barefoot, my goal is to entertain the reader. When someone tells me they write ‘literary fiction’, I roll my eyes at the pretentiousness of thinking that entertainment genres like romance or suspense are somehow ‘less than.’ I want to entertain, to take the reader into someone else’s world for awhile, and to make them smile when they turn that last page. The greatest compliment I receive from a reader is when they tell me that they didn’t want the book to end. That’s when I know I’ve done my job well.

Be good to yourself,
Amber Lea Easton
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“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…”–Ralph Waldo Emerson

Excerpt (appropriate for any audience)

Deep inside his chest, his heart stirred with protectiveness.  He didn’t want to hurt her. If he had had his way, she would be his wife. But he hadn’t had his way.  She had deceived him, manipulated him into falling in love with her, treated him as a summer plaything, and disappeared one day without saying good-bye.  But, regardless of how she had felt about him, he had loved her.  That’s why her leaving had hurt so badly, why it still hurt.  Five years wasn’t that long ago, only a heartbeat in time.

“Jacques, we really need to leave.  We have dinner with Jenkins then our flight back to New York.  We can’t—” Kevin ended his statement with a broad gesture of frustration.

He nodded and shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. If ever he needed an escape, it was now.  “Bring the car around.  I’ll meet you outside.”

“Well, if you’ve got to go, I’ll get out of your way,” she said.

“People are waiting for me.”  He winced at the verbal acknowledgment of his compromises.

A tentative smile curved her lips. “I always knew you’d have your day to shine. It was inevitable.”

His gaze drifted over her again. “Corporate America treating you well?  Let me guess…you always work late, are committed only to your career, have given up art, have a stable boyfriend who wears suits and talks about the stock market, are still trying to please a mother who never understood you, have compromised to the point of losing yourself completely…am I close to the truth?”

Her smile faded.  “Five years is a long time to hold a grudge.”

“It isn’t long enough.” He wished this rendezvous could go differently, but bitterness tainted his words. He reminded himself of his immunity to her.  Cool.  Aloof.   “I never said I had a grudge against you.  Why would I? That would mean I think about you and I haven’t in years.”

“I can see that you haven’t given me a thought at all.  You must have forgotten who this was, then?” She held his book up to his face.

Brains and beauty, a combination he now avoided.

“Perhaps I did forget it was you. Hundreds of women and even more photographs…” He ripped his gaze from the cover of his book.  He had used that photograph hoping she would see it some day and be hurt by the memory.

The cover photo had been taken the morning after their night in Rome after he had proposed to her and foolishly believed her when she had said yes. Questions pummeled him aching for release—and, oh, he had fantasized about seeing her again and letting them fly without restraint—but he hadn’t expected to be blindsided with heartache.

“Why are you lying? We both know damn well—”

“Of the two of us, you are the expert liar.” He thrust the book back into her hands. “What do you want?”

She slid the book into her messenger bag.  Unshed tears glistened in her eyes.  When she looked away, he could almost see the fight for control within her.  When she looked back, eyes were dry. Scary control.  When had she learned that disturbing skill?  Not that he should care, he didn’t.  Her life. Her choices.

“You’re good at that, aren’t you?” he asked despite himself.

“Good at what?”  Her gaze slid to his chest.

“Hiding what you’re really feeling. What an actress you are.”

Her blue eyes hardened like a frozen glacial lake.  She stood tall.  “I almost didn’t come inside, but now I’m glad I did.  You’ve turned into a real ass.  Fame must have warped your brain.  It’ll be much easier to forget you now.”

“You’ve had years to forget me,” he said.

“I failed.”  Her chin trembled.  She shrugged in defeat.  “I failed, okay?  Is that what you need to hear?  I haven’t forgotten Florence, Rome, our apartment, you…any of it.  I think about it all daily.”

“Do you ever stop lying?”

Their gaze connected and held.

Irritated by her presence, his lack of control and life in general, he strode toward the door. Time to leave.

He stopped in the doorway and turned, unable to simply leave her behind even though he knew he should.  “You were going to run away from me again when you realized I was still here, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Guilt for his behavior settled in his heart and sickened him.  She’d mattered to him, had been the center of his world…once upon a time not too far in the past.  “I’m sorry for treating you badly. You took me by surprise.”

She walked toward him, a hesitant grin on her trembling lips.  She looked foreign to him in her crisp white blouse, red skirt and high heels.

“I wish we had more time, we could talk, get a drink, catch up.  That wouldn’t be so terrible, would it? I have so much I want to say to you, to explain—”

“I need to go before Kevin has a nervous breakdown.”  Irritation snapped through his nervous system.  He wanted to take her to dinner and force her to eat pasta, mess her hair up, make her laugh and see…well, see what had happened to the woman he had loved, find out the real reason she had given up on their future together.  But getting involved in her life again—even in a small way—would be detrimental to his heart health. So why did he want it so badly? “Kevin’s like you, always worried about being late.”

“How do you stand him?” Her tentative grin became a smile.

“I fire him daily but he refuses to go away.” He would not meet her eyes again as they walked together onto the street. Awkwardness stretched between them in the warm June evening.

“You don’t have a few minutes?  Just to talk?  Catch up?  We could have coffee or a drink?  After your dinner?”  She kept his pace, stood too close, looked at him with those big blue eyes. Damn her.

He wanted more than a drink.  He wanted hours.  He wanted an explanation.

When she rubbed the back of her neck, he noticed the ring on her finger.  Hurt and anger took their rightful place in his heart.  Resolve restored, he looked down the block for any sign of Kevin and the get away car.

“We have said all there is to say,” he said.

“We could—”

“Could what?  Talk about old times over a cold drink in a crowded bar?”  He closed the space between them.  “Do you know how many women want to have a drink with me, Jess?”

“I’m not a stranger.”  She stood her ground, straightened her spine and tilted her chin as if willing to go toe-to-toe with him.  Maybe she hadn’t changed so much after all.

“What do you want from me?”  His gaze pierced hers looking for a glimpse of truth beneath the facade.

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“What did you expect when you came here?  You expected something. Deny it.”  The temptation to yank the ring from her hand boiled beneath his skin.  She had no right to wear it.

“I don’t know what I expected.”

“No? I think you expected me to be happy to see you.”

“You’re wrong.  I knew this would be hard.  I—”

“And you couldn’t come during scheduled hours, you waited to catch me off-guard, to…” he struggled for the right word.  A native French speaker, sometimes English escaped him when he needed it most.

“I worked late. I thought I’d missed you, hoped I had.”  She stepped within inches of him.  “I was scared, is that what you want to hear?”

He silently cursed Kevin for taking so long with the car. “That was your problem in Italy, too.  Scared little Jessica.  Haven’t you grown up yet?”

Her head jerked back as if he’d slapped her.

“I shouldn’t have come.”  She stepped backward.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I’m better for not knowing you.” He shook his head.  He had had enough. Of all the scenarios he had played out in his mind, this conversation was all wrong. He hated himself for the words he said.

Interview with Christoph Fischer

18 Sunday May 2014

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Today’ post will focus on a new release by a writer I admire, not only for his great talent as a historical writer, but also for his generosity and willingness to help and encourage other struggling writers. He’s also a devoted dog lover, which puts him topmost on my list of compassionate people.

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I first connected with Christoph on a Goodreads forum when I embarked on my tumultuous social media journey.  Wilma, his Labradoodle, was about to give birth at the time but he promised to review my book, CULLOO, as soon as he could find a spare moment. I didn’t think I’d hear from him again, but he came through with an encouraging review which motivated me to persevere with the overwhelming…

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Murielle Cyr’s Interview with Christoph Fischer

18 Sunday May 2014

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An interesting conversation or Interview with Christoph Fischer about Alzheimer’s family drama TIME TO LET GO

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