{#RRBC #RWISA} You Don’t Have to Be #Black to …

…be disgusted by what is transpiring right in front of our eyes.  I am infuriated, and that’s my nice word for these events.

neon signage

Photo by Ivan Bertolazzi on Pexels.com

WARNING:  There is profanity used in some of these videos. But, can you blame them?


Why we’re all here today  … “On Tuesday, #GeorgeFloyd was killed by police in an incident in Minneapolis, captured on video, where an officer knelt on his neck for nine minutes as he lay on the ground, begging for his life. George’s family say they want the “four officers involved in his death to be charged with murder.”  (I personally want them to suffer something much worse.)

Next, a black woman in Michigan protesting the MURDER of George Floyd, is brutally assaulted by a white (POS) police officer, who wanted her to stop recording, what I’m sure was more of their illegal activity, on her cell phone.  When she refused, this is what happened to her.

As if that wasn’t enough this week, this 21-year old young man who said that in recent days he had been stopped repeatedly by Midland, TX police {he was targeted}, was told by his mom that the next time they tried to pull him over, he was to drive to a safe place before he got out.  After mistakenly running through a stop sign and then noticing the police officers literally waiting for him, he drove to his 90-year old grandmother’s home.  This is what transpired next…

Here you can clearly see the stress of the situation taking its toll on this 90-year old grandmother who was only trying to protect her grandson.

This is what the black community is feeling … and again, you don’t have to be black to feel their pain.  Listen to Donald Williams, the man who witnessed the murder of George Floyd up close and personal … (and if one of you dare to let a thought enter your mind about the way that this man speaks, shame on you! Your only focus should be on the palpable pain he’s feeling)…

You don’t have to be of color (black) to be outraged by the behavior of any of these police officers.  Do I condone the rioting, the looting, and the burning of buildings that’s taking place in these communities?  No, I absolutely do not.  But, let me be honest – I do understand their anger and their frustration – and again, you don’t have to be of color to stand in that space.  Where else do these people have to place their frustrations?  There is warranted rage behind their actions.  If it were your race, no matter what that is, you would exhibit no less, no matter how you might deny it publicly.

This is TOO much and this has gone way TOO far!

How many more black men and women have to die before something is done to stop their senseless murders? 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.








We all know this is an extremely short list.  Who, in authority is going to step up and say, That was the last timeHe/She was the last one?  I ask again, who? 

How can it all be stopped, you ask?  Let me give you a few options, and, they are coming from a very clear and lucid mind, and also from someone with a long line of law enforcement officers in her own family (who are not out killing blacks or any other race simply because of the color of their skin)…

– send their {white} racist asses to the electric chair, and let the families of the ones they murdered, watch them fry;

– place them in a prison filled with black men, without any protection whatsoever, and then go in the next morning to pick up their sorry remains and ship them home to their families in a brown paper bag.

Yes, those are my options. My only options unless you have some stronger.  The only way the senseless killing of black men and women is going to stop, is if we start to make examples out of each and every murderer in a uniform who is sworn to protect and serve.

I am one who believes that ALL LIVES MATTER, but, all lives aren’t being targeted the way BLACK LIVES are.  How much more will we have to witness before we take a stand and say, BLACK LIVES MATTER just as much as the lives of whites?

I’ve shared this before and it seems an appropriate time for me to share it again.  No matter how hard they try, WE, the people of one blood, black, white, yellow, brown and blue, WON’T MOVE until something changes and those changes need to come now!

Think about things differently – then let me know how all this makes you feel.  I can’t stress enough that you don’t have to be black to feel their pain.  I’m proof of that.

“You don’t have to be oppressed to disagree with the oppressor. Change only comes when we all take a stand.”  ~Nonnie Jules

Welcome to the 2020 #RWISA “RISE-UP” TOUR! #RRBC #RRBC_Community #RWISARiseUp

Hello, friends! This is the second time we’ve had the RWISA “RISE UP” TOUR and this year is even better than last – and that’s saying a lot because last year’s tour was awesome! If you need inspiration during this difficult time, you want to follow this tour. If you’d like to be moved by memories of MOM, you want to hitch your horse to this wagon.

If you like giveaways, you don’t want to miss this one!

Thanks for supporting the authors of RWISA!



Welcome to our 2ndRWISA“RISE-UP” TOUR!

Because of the current state of the world where we are faced with a pandemic like none has ever seen before, where homelessness, hunger, job losses, and world-wide lock-downs are the norm, we wanted to give you a glimpse into our world as we are now living it.

Since we are also in the month of May, when Mothers should be celebrated even more than they should be every day, some of us are going to reflect upon our lives without our moms.  Yes, we have two themes this year!

For 14 days we invite you here to theRWISAsite to enjoy, engage and to become enlightened – awakened even to the many plights of our communities and to share in our memories and sorrows as we navigate our world without the moms who brought us into it.  Hopefully, in some of…

View original post 339 more words

Welcome! It’s Day 1 of the “EMPTY SEATS” Blog Tour! @EmptySeatsNovel @4WillsPub #RRBC #baseball #Giveaways!

Welcome, my beautiful guests to another post (not by me) but by a fellow member of the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB.  First, here are some goodies she’s offering, just for you following along with her tour!

GIVEAWAYS:  During this tour, the author is giving away (1) $10 Amazon Gift Card, (2) $5 Amazon Gift Cards, (2) e-book copies of EMPTY SEATS & (1) copy of the author’s acclaimed “SINGING ALONG WITH THE RADIO” CD which features many prominent folk music singers (a $15 value)! For your chance to win, all you have to do is leave a comment below as well as leaving a comment on any other stop along this tour. GOOD LUCK!

I know a lot of you are missing your sports right now, and especially baseball, due to the social distancing guidelines we’re having to follow thanks to COVID19.  Well, Author, Wanda Adams Fischer is going to take some of your pain away for the next 10 days on her “EMPTY SEATS” Blog Tour.  Yes, that’s really the title of her book and how appropriate for the times that we are living through right now.

Wanda Adams Fischer (2)

Wanda, take it away!


Where did it come from, this fascination with baseball?

My father was not a fan. My mother was not attached to the game. My uncle was more interested in the Friday-night fights. My grandfather, who may have liked the boys of summer, passed away in October during my eighth year of life—the year when I first started to become attached to the Boston Red Sox. I do remember that he listened to some of the games on the radio.

But that cannot explain what planted a seed in my mind more than 60 years ago, just before I turned eight years old, that blossomed into a full-blown obsession with baseball that has followed me as both a blessing and a curse over my lifetime.

In 1956, little girls did not like baseball. In fact, girls who liked sports were the subject of taunting and teasing, and the boys—well, baseball was their domain, you know. Football and basketball were off limits as well. And on the South Shore of Boston, hockey was completely king—and totally off limits.

I never developed a liking for either football or hockey. Basketball, yes, but it didn’t develop into an obsession like the one for baseball. I followed the Celtics on a casual basis.

But oh, those Red Sox.

I listened to Curt Gowdy and Bob Murphy on WHDH radio. In truth, many of the things they talked about, I had no idea what was happening. But the inflection in their voices, the passion I absorbed through them over the airwaves, and the love of the game came alive. The reverence with which they spoke about Ted Williams was magic.

I started to read about the Red Sox in our local newspaper, The Quincy Patriot-Ledger. Every day. Even in the articles, I didn’t know what they were writing about when they described double plays, infield hits, line drives or other run-of-the-mill baseball terms. I was in the second grade, and, although my reading and reading comprehension was better than many of my peers, I had no one to explain these things to me.

Most Red Sox games were only televised on the weekends, on black-and-white tv, so the radio was the place to hear the games. I sat back, closed my eyes, and imagined what it would have been like to be at Fenway Park for those games.

Since I was a Red Sox fan, the season was over by the time the World Series rolled around. My team was out of it. They finished in the middle of the pack—fourth out of eight teams that existed at the time in the American League. But they were still my team, no matter what their win-loss record was.

My Boston Red Sox.

Instead, it was the dreaded Yankees facing off against their cross-town rivals, the Brooklyn Dodgers. and it was the year when Yankee pitcher Don Larsen pitched a perfect game against the Dodgers in game 5.

A perfect game. I asked my Uncle Walter, the Friday night fights fan, what that meant.

“Twenty-seven up, twenty-seven down,” he said.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means that the pitcher’s so good that he doesn’t have anyone reach base for any reason. No walks, no hits, no errors. No one has a chance to score. You can have a no-hitter and the other team can score on you. In a no-hitter, you can walk a batter and there are other ways the other team can score against you. But a perfect game—no chance.”

A perfect game. Wow. I closed my eyes again and tried to imagine what that must feel like to a pitcher. A perfect game.

That phrase left a mark on my mind. Baseball is a perfect game.

But I didn’t know all that much about it. In my tabla rasa of an almost-eight-year-old mind, I set out to discover what it was all about.

(Minor league baseball field in the 1960s)


Fenway Park

It would be many years after that before I would actually get to see the inside of Fenway Park.

When we were 14, two of my friends from junior high school, Elaine and Charlotte, also loved baseball, and we convinced our mothers that were were capable of maneuvering the two busses, one train and a trolley that it would require for us to make our way from our homes in North Weymouth, Massachusetts, to Kenmore Square, then walk to Fenway.

It was 1962, and the Red Sox were not exactly a championship team. Carl Yastrzemski was probably the only recognizable name from that team, although I remember most of them—Frank Malzone (third base), Pete Runnels (first base), Gary Geiger (center field), Eddie Bressoud (shortstop), and pitchers Bill Monbouquette, Earl Wilson and Dick Radatz are the ones who come to mind.

We took the first bus from the front of Thayer Pharmacy in Bicknell Square to Quincy Square, then we waited for the second bus to Fields Corner. When we got to the Fields Corner MBTA station, we waited for the train that took us to the Park Street Station. At Park Street, we took the stairs up one flight to look for a trolley that would take us to Kenmore Square.

We really didn’t know what we were doing or where we were going. We just read the signs and followed what we saw. Of course, in the back of my mind, I was hearing The Kingston Trio singing “Charlie on the MTA”— “Did he ever return? No, he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned…He may ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston…He’s the man who never returned…” But I never told Elaine of Charlotte!

Two different trolleys go to Kenmore—Riverside and Boston College. (Don’t get on Arborway via Huntington—that goes to Northeastern University.) We waited for one of those and got on. We even got a seat. Back then, the trolley signs simply read “Kenmore,” and made no reference to Fenway Park.

We knew we had to pay attention.

We were positively giddy when we walked through the turnstile at Kenmore, walked up the stairs and looked around. We were in the big city. We were going to a Major League Baseball game.


Empty Seats by Wanda Adams Fischer

They were all stars in their hometowns. Then they were drafted to play minor league ball, thinking it would be an easy ride to playing in the big time. Little did they know that they’d be vying for a spot with every other talented kid who aspired to play professional baseball. Young, inexperienced, immature, and without the support of their families and friends, they’re often faced with split-second decisions. Not always on the baseball diamond.

Connect with Wanda via…

Twitter: @emptyseatsnovel



Thank you for supporting this author and her tour.  To follow along with the rest of the tour, please drop in on the author’s 4WillsPub tour page

If you’d like to schedule your own 4WillsPub blog tour to promote your book(s), you may do so by clicking HERE.

Welcome to Day 5 of the “JONAH” Blog Tour w/author, Jan Sikes @rijanjks #RRBC #RWISA #RRBC_Community @4WillsPub

The author is giving away (3) $5 Amazon Gift Cards during this tour! For your chance to win, all you have to do is leave a comment below as well as leaving a comment on the author’s 4WillsPub tour pageGOOD LUCK!


More than anything, Jonah wanted off this island and back to his turf in the city. He’d already tried to swim the distance more than once. But he was forced to turn around or drown.

Despite the hardships, he still wanted to live.

He was familiar with physical strength. It was what he prided himself on. He knew how to use his wits, and fists. Because of that, he was the king of his turf. Everyone who crossed him learned to fear the “Wrath of Jonah.”

Never did he imagine that his ticket off this godforsaken island had nothing to do with brutal strength or agility.

Inside the first care package that was dropped from an unseen source, Jonah found two books and a note.

Here’s the scene:

In the bottom of the bag lay two books and a pencil, along with a handwritten note. He unfolded the parchment paper.

There is only one way off this island. You must examine yourself, face your truths and make peace with your demons.

Jonah folded the note back and lay it next to the bag. Biting off another piece of jerky, then carefully resealing the package, he opened the first book, “The Four Agreements” by Don Miguel Ruiz.

“Be impeccable with your word,” he read aloud. He tossed the book into the far corner of the hut. He didn’t need any philosophy BS.

He opened the second book. Finding only blank pages, he tossed it into the corner, as well. 

He’d heard the psychological and philosophical jargon his entire life and none of it had helped him survive on the streets. None of it had helped when the leather strap landed repeatedly across his back, and none of it had put food in his belly when he was starving.

No. He’d made his way with his own strength, grit, and determination, and that wasn’t about to change now.

Running the brush through his hair, he pulled it back, then ducked out of the shelter into the early morning dawn. The most important thing he could do was keep his body strong and ready to fight. After all, it was what he did best. He stretched his taut muscles and began a series of Tai Chi maneuvers. Twirling and kicking, he landed in fighting stance. Yes, this was what worked for him, not religion, not psychobabble, and certainly not philosophy.

One thing is crystal clear ― Jonah has a lot to learn.   



Jonah by Jan Sikes

Fantasy meets reality when a young man is forced to choose his punishment for crimes committed. Jonah must decide between imprisonment in a concrete box beneath the earth or be exiled to a deserted, barren island. He chooses the island, but nothing can prepare him for the deadly creatures, and poisonous plants at every turn. Then there’s the maddening isolation that drives him to the brink of insanity. There is only one way off this island and it’s more difficult than anything he’s ever imagined. It’s much easier to face mortal danger than the demons within. Will Jonah find redemption, or another unexpected offer?



Jan Sikes openly admits that she never set out in life to be an author. But she had a story to tell. Not just any story, but a true story that rivals any fiction creation. You simply can’t make this stuff up. It all happened. She chose to create fictitious characters to tell the story through, and they bring the intricately woven tale to life in an entertaining way.

She released a series of music CDs to accompany the four biographical fiction books and then published a book of poetry and art to bring the story full circle.

And now that the story is told, this author can’t find a way to put down the pen. She continues to write fiction and has published many short stories with a series of novels waiting in the wings. She is a member of Authors Marketing Guild, The Writer’s League of Texas, the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB (RRBC), the RAVE WRITER’S INT’L SOCIETY OF AUTHORS (RWISA), sits on the RWISA Executive Council and hosts a monthly RAVE WAVES blog talk radio show, ASPIRE TO INSPIRE.


Connect with Jan via…

Twitter:  @rijanjks



Thank you for supporting this author and her tour.  To follow along with the rest of the tour, please drop in on the author’s 4WillsPub tour page.

If you’d like to schedule your own 4WillsPub blog tour to promote your book(s), you may do so by clicking HERE.

If It Doesn’t Kill You First … #Coronavirus #RRBC #RWISA

Hello, Dear Friends!

There are certain things I feel we need to get the word out about regarding this pandemic we’re living through.  Some things are just too important not to share, so when you happen across information that might be beneficial to us all, I hope that you will also share it with the masses on your own blogs.

I know that we are bombarded daily with news of the Coronavirus – how it’s taking its toll on families, etc.  Today I came across this message from CNN’s Chris Cuomo about how it feels to have this awful virus, and because he is a trusted anchor, in my opinion, I felt his message needed to be shared with you all.

From losing 13 pounds in 3 days to hallucinating having a conversation with his deceased father, this is an absolutely compelling account of what this thing might take you through, should you find yourself with it.

I think this video is about 10 minutes long – please watch/listen to it in its entirety.  And, please, do share it with your family and friends in the event that they might not have seen it.

Be safe…

Folks Aren’t Playing Around! #Coronavirus #RRBC #RRBC_Community #RWISA

During a time in our nation’s history when what we need most is to not feel so caged and afraid, laughter is the best medicine to keep our sanity in check.  This will be your laugh to end all laughs.

Someone sent this to me today and I have looked at it more times than I can remember.  I can’t stop laughing but this goes to prove…

Folks aren’t playing around!


I drank some water today and it went down the wrong pipe, as they say.  I began choking uncontrollably and my daughter, with a hilarious look on her face, got up and left the sofa where we were sitting.

She stood at the top of the stairs and yelled down, “Uh, are you OK?” although she never came down to see if I was.  I am still on the floor laughing at that!

I told you! #FolksAren’tPlayingAround!

Welcome to Day 3 of the “WHISPERS OF THE PAST” Blog Tour! @RobertaEaton17 @4WillsPub #RRBC

The WHISPERS OF THE PAST Blog Tour continues. It’s such an interesting tour you definitely want to check it out!



Let’s all welcome Robbie Cheadle to the Indie Joint!  It’s her first time here (but, I hope it won’t be her last) so let’s make her feel right at home.

Robbie, as the Warden here, you have all our attention!

I am terrified of bees. As a child, I never used to worry overly about bees and bee stings, but over the course of my life, each time I have been stung by a bee my bodies reaction has been stronger.

I don’t suffer from anaphylaxis which is when the venom from a bee sting sends the person into shock. My blood pressure doesn’t drop, and I don’t have difficulty breathing. I am one of the rare people in the world who gets a bacterial infection, which quickly leads to blood poisoning, from a bee string.

The first time this happened, I was quite ignorant about what was happening. I…

View original post 723 more words

Welcome to Day 1 of the “Whispers Of The Past” Blog Tour! @GodsAngel1 @RobertaEaton17 @4WillsPub

{NOTE:  This is not an RRBC member-tour}

GIVEAWAYS:  (5) e-book copies of WHISPERS OF THE PAST. For a chance to win, simply leave a comment on the authors’ tour page as well as any other stop along the tour. 

I’m pleased to serve as the opening host to this 10-Day multi-author blog tour and the anthology sounds like an intriguing read!  Please help me welcome Kaye Lynne Booth to Watch Nonnie Write! and be sure to snag your copy of WHISPERS OF THE PAST before leaving today!

Kaye, the floor is all yours!



A paranormal anthology with nine stories from six authors, including the winning story in the 2019 WordCrafter Paranormal Short Fiction Contest, A Peaceful Life I’ve Never Known, by Jeff Bowles.


The Paranormal by Kaye Lynne Booth

The paranormal. It is fascinating to us. Most of us can relate at least one experience that seemingly can only be explained by paranormal causes. Anyone who has had someone close to them pass may have several which they could tell about. I know I do. I’m a believer because I’ve had encounters that I know came from beyond. I can feel it. Maybe you have, too? I’d love to hear about your experiences in the comments, if you have one you’re willing to share.

Believers or not, there’s nothing like a good ghost story. Or maybe a tale of the weird and eerie, that raises goosebumps on the skin? It is fun to be scared when we’re in a safe environment where we aren’t in any real danger. That’s the beauty of literature and film. We can live vicariously through the characters without risking any harm to ourselves. I can remember as a kid, going to the theater, and I always chose the scary movies even though I might cover my eyes during the scenes where the bad stuff happened. We are drawn to this genre because the paranormal makes us question reality as we know it.

It is also the reason that I chose the paranormal genre for the 2019 WordCrafter Short Fiction Anthology and Whispers of the Past was born. The stories in the anthology were selected from entries into the 2019 Paranormal Short Fiction Contest which was the first of its kind for WordCrafte Press. The result is eight short stories, by six different authors, including the winner of the contest, “A Peaceful Life I’ve Never Known”. Also included is “Orbs” and “Tanked” by Laurel McHargue, “The Kite Flyer’s Lighthouse” by Julie Goodswen, “The Last of the Lavender” and “Missed Signs” by Robbie Cheadle, “Partners in Time” by Stevie Turner, and my own story “The Woman in the Water”. Each one of these stories will make you think and ponder reality, and they may even bring on a case of those goosebumps. Especially when you consider that to every good story, there is a grain of truth.

If you missed out on last year’s contest, have no fear. There is still time to get your entry in for the 2020 WordCrafter Paranormal Western Short Fiction Contest.  The old west is filled with ghosts. All you have to do is tell their stories. The winner receives a $25 Amazon gift card and guaranteed publication in the 2020 anthology. You can find full submission guidelines here: https://wp.me/pVw40-49e

Kaye Lynne Booth banner


Kaye Lynn Booth

For Kaye Lynne Booth, writing is her passion. It is a very strange time indeed when Kaye Lynne does not have at least three WIPs, in addition to her other writings, teaching and other life activities. Kaye Lynne lives, works and plays in the beautiful mountains of Colorado.

Visit her author’s blog and website, “Writing to be Read” to learn more about Kaye Lynne Booth and her writing.


Twitter:  @GodsAngel1

Amazon Author Page

Writing to be Read


Books To Read


To follow along with the rest of the “WHISPERS OF THE PAST” Blog Tour and to meet more of these amazing authors, visit their 4WillsPub tour page!

If you’d like to book your own 4WillsPub blog tour to promote your book(s) in similar fashion, we invite you to click HERE.

Day 4 of the “WHILE THE BOMBS FELL” Blog Tour w/author @bakeandwrite #RRBC @4WillsPub

Today I’d like to introduce you to one of my fellow member-authors of the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB, Roberta Eaton Cheadle, also known as Robbie.  Robbie has dropped in today to talk to us about the myths about eating carrots so let’s listen in.

Take it away, Robbie…

Carrots help you see in the dark

While the bombs fell is a collaboration between my mother, Elsie Hancy Eaton, and me and tells a fictionalized account of her life as a small girl growing up in the small English town of Bungay, Suffolk during World War II.

I can remember when I was a young girl, growing up with my three younger sisters in Cape Town, South Africa, being frequently told by our mother that eating carrots make you see in the dark. I always believed that this was true and that if I ate my carrots, it would help improve my eyesight especially at nighttime.

When I was doing research for While the Bombs Fell I came across an article about a World War II propaganda campaign which popularized the myth that carrots help you see in the dark.

During the 1940 Blitz, a German bombing campaign against the United Kingdom, the German bomber planes often attacked under cover of darkness. Country wide “blackouts” were enforced by the British government to make it more difficult for the attacking planes to hit their targets. The Royal Air Force (RAF) was also able to repel the German fighter planes by using their new and secret radar technology. The on-board Airborne Interception Radar (AI), which was first used by the RAF in 1939, had the ability to pinpoint German bombers before they reached the English Channel.

One RAF night fighter ace, John Cunningham, nicknamed “Cat’s Eyes” was the first English pilot to shoot down an enemy plane using AI. He racked up an impressive 20 kills of which 19 were at night. In order to keep the AI technology under wraps, the Ministry of Information apparently told newspapers that the reason for pilots like John Cunningham’s success was that they ate an excess of carrots which gave them better night vision.

Whether or not the Germans believed this tall tale is unknown, but the British public, including my mother, believed that eating carrots would give them better nighttime vision.

Bread and vegetables were never rationed in Britain during the war and the Dig for Victory Campaign was introduced by the British Ministry of Food to encourage people to eat more vegetables which didn’t need to be imported. Advertisements encouraged families to start Victory Gardens and to try new recipes using surplus foods like carrots and potatoes as substitutes for those less available like flour.

While the Bombs Fell includes a few recipes that were shared by the British Ministry of Food during WWII. I have included one below:

1942 Wartime Christmas pudding

(1942 recipe book)

Carrots were used in many recipes during WWII to add bulk, moisture and sweetness. The Ministry of Food in Britain spread the word, via newspapers that carrots were responsible for the success of the British fighter pilots. Of course, it was the secret radar system that was responsible for the excellent shooting by the pilots, but the British public did not know that. They bought into the myth that carrots would help them see better during blackouts.


450 grams (1 lb) whole-wheat flour, 120 grams (4 oz) sultanas, 450 grams (1 lb) brown bread crumbs, 120 grams (4 oz) butter, 45 ml (3 tablespoon) dried egg powder and 90 ml (6 tablespoons) water or 3 eggs, 225 grams (½ lb) sugar, 120 grams (4 oz) grated raw carrot, 180 grams (6 oz) currants or chopped dates, 90 grams (3 oz) peel or stoned and chopped dates, 5 ml (1 teaspoon) nutmeg and spice (if available), milk to mix, 5 ml (1 teaspoon) lemon substitute (white vinegar or citric acid mixed with water).


Wash the dried fruit and dry it thoroughly with a clean cloth. Grate the butter and rub it into the flour and breadcrumbs mixture to form crumbs. Add the sugar, carrots, spices, dried fruit, lemon substitute and the chopped peel or dates. Add the beaten eggs and enough milk to mix moisten the whole mixture. Spoon into a well-greased basin, cover with a cloth and steam for eight to nine hours.





What was it like for children growing up in rural Suffolk during World War 2?

Elsie and her family live in a small double-storey cottage in Bungay, Suffolk. Every night she lies awake listening anxiously for the sound of the German bomber planes. Often they come and the air raid siren sounds signalling that the family must leave their beds and venture out to the air raid shelter in the garden.

Despite the war raging across the English channel, daily life continues with its highlights, such as Christmas and the traditional Boxing Day fox hunt, and its wary moments when Elsie learns the stories of Jack Frost and the ghostly and terrifying Black Shuck that haunts the coastline and countryside of East Anglia.

Includes some authentic World War 2 recipes.


Robbie Cheadle

Hello, my name is Robbie, short for Roberta. I am an author with six published children’s picture books in the Sir Chocolate books series for children aged 2 to 9 years old (co-authored with my son, Michael Cheadle), one published middle grade book in the Silly Willy series and one published preteen/young adult fictionalised biography about my mother’s life as a young girl growing up in an English town in Suffolk during World War II called While the Bombs Fell (co-authored with my mother, Elsie Hancy Eaton). All of my children’s book are written under Robbie Cheadle and are published by TSL Publications.

I also have a book of poetry called Open a new door, with fellow South African poet, Kim Blades.

I have recently branched into adult and young adult horror and supernatural writing and, in order to clearly differential my children’s books from my adult writing, I plan to publish these books under Roberta Eaton Cheadle. My first supernatural book published in that name, Through the Nethergate, is now available.

I have participated in a number of anthologies:

  • Two short stories in #1 Amazon bestselling anthology, Dark Visions, a collection of horror stories edited by Dan Alatorre under Robbie Cheadle;
  • Three short stories in Death Among Us, an anthology of murder mystery stories, edited by Stephen Bentley under Robbie Cheadle;
  • Three short stories in #1 Amazon bestselling anthology, Nightmareland, a collection of horror stories edited by Dan Alatorre under Robbie Cheadle; and
  • Two short stories in Whispers of the Past, an anthology of paranormal stories, edited by Kaye Lynne Booth under Roberta Eaton Cheadle.


You may connect with Robbie via…







Friends, thank you so much for supporting Robbie on her tour stop today.  To follow along with the rest of this interesting tour, please drop by her author page on the 4WillsPub site.

If you’d like to take your own books on a similar promotional tour, you may do so by clicking HERE!

Until next time…



Welcome #RRBC “SPOTLIGHT” Author, Balroop Singh @BalroopShado

Hello, Friends!

Today, I’m excited to introduce you to an awesome member of the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB, Author, Balroop Singh!

Balroop Singh

What makes her so awesome? I’m sure this question is front and center of some of your visiting minds here today. 

Balroop is one of the most honest individuals (in her reviews) I’ve come across in a long while.  (If you think I’m kidding, just head to Amazon and take a whiff of some of her reviews there.)  I recently caught wind of a couple of those book reviews, and instantly knew she was my kind of reviewer.  

In today’s society, many find being honest a really hard thing to do, especially when you become a target for those who you piss off in your honesty.  We all know that everyone doesn’t really want to know the truth about themselves, especially when it comes to their writing.  You may hear them say that the truth is what they’re after, but once you give it to them, you can almost feel their {virtual} door being slammed in your face … and slammed hard!  How dare you bring the truth to their doorstep! 

I’ve had some go to Amazon and post horrible reviews of my books, and even funnier, some have gone and changed the star rating that they’d given my books (but forgetting to change the glowing portions of their actual written review. LOL); some have even quit the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB because I was honest about their writing.  Listen, none of this bothers me at all because I only want truth-seekers and those who truly aspire to be the best, in my midst.  {So, note to revenge-reviewers} What these acts of revenge do for me is they give me a really good laugh! Thanks!

Being publicly honest about the books you’ve read that weren’t at their very best, is bravery beyond measure, and for that I applaud Balroop. She is now in that very small group of people I call my favorite, honest reviewers!

I’m proud to be the first host of Balroop’s “SPOTLIGHT” Author tour, and I’ve one bit of advice for everyone here today who has books published on Amazon – you better make sure that your books are up to snuff before Balroop reads them. I know I will.  If you don’t, then don’t get upset when her review of your book isn’t to your liking.  

{Nonnie yelling loudly for Balroop to hear:  “Begin with “NO PEDIGREE”, Balroop – and from there work your way down by their publication dates.  That’ll give me time to take the others down and work on them!  Thank you!”}  Hahaha!

Seriously, I haven’t read any of Balroop’s books yet so I can’t comment on her own writing (I haven’t even read this post yet), but what I have noticed from her, just from a couple of reviews she’s written, is her honesty in what she’s read.  I wish more of my fellow friends/authors/readers would take a note from her book and become just as honest in their own reviewing.  I mean, c’mon people, cowardice isn’t cute at all.

Take it away, Balroop…


Writing didn’t come naturally to me. Yes, I could put some alphabets together and slowly learned to form words and then started using them into small broken sentences but English is not my mother tongue and I have no memories of anybody reading any story books to me.

I have a vague memory about learning a given story and saying it in the class (which I couldn’t) and those were the days when teacher’s wrath fell in the form of rods on your small hands albeit those punitive actions of the zealous teacher didn’t contribute much to rote learning or writing well.

As I grew up, I discovered that writing is one of the most amazing gifts that we receive with life. Those who get an opportunity to develop and enhance this skill at an early age feel blessed when they can use it as a tool to deal with their emotions.

When I started writing a journal, I couldn’t write much as my emotions kept floundering in the sea of words, struggling to find the right waves. I started picking up quotes, which matched with my emotions to fulfill my desire of writing.

One day I happened to read what Aldous Huxley said about writing: “Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything.”

I deliberated about this bizarre analogy…X-rays have always conjured up darkness before my eyes but I could understand the import of his words only now, when I can discern what role darkness plays in our lives, how it props us up to look for light, almost impels us towards it; how it raises our hopes!

My determination to write well got an impetus when I opted for English Honors after high school, along with two other majors. Writing critical anaylsis of poems and essays gave clarity to my ideas, which were confusing or blurred. It was not easy but very fulfilling. It led me to self-discovery. It gave me wings, which grew bigger when I studied literature for my Masters degree.

As a teacher I had to conduct many creative writing workshops, which provided ample opportunities to embellish my writing skills, as I had to accept the challenges of youngsters, edit their work and uphold the spirit of competition. My students have been my true inspiration and I have learnt many lessons of life while teaching them and interacting with them through discussions.

Now writing is my lifeline; it calms down my emotions. It is therapeutic, it makes me happier, it inspires. The elation of recording my feelings is so rewarding, so heartwarming that I can create my own world of fantasy, in which all the characters are mere puppets in my hands. Isn’t it a wonderful feeling?

© Balroop Singh.


Moments We Love by Balroop Singh

Moments of fragrant love that stand frozen in time, of dreams that dare not unfold, of passion that fleets by, of erratic joy that we meet at the crossroads of life; butterflies of time that add color to our dark moments to scare the demons away – I have gathered all of them in this book. Some of them whisper softly to create a magical aura while spring of life sings with them, trying to wipe silent tears. Mother Nature steps in with all her grandeur to breath quiet messages of tranquility.

Each poem would soothe your emotions with élan and add a dash of color to your life. Life – that doesn’t halt for your sad moments; it just floats by. You just need to dive in to soak in myriads of moments to discover how they could ignite positive tones. All the poems in this collection are imaginary but inspired from people around me, some of whom chose to share their frustrations and tremors with me. My imaginative muse transformed them into poetry.

Follow Balroop on Twitter @BalroopShado!

To follow along with the rest of Balroop’s tour and special month, please visit RRBC’S “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR forum!

How would you like this kind of support?  Well, JOIN the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB!  Tell them Balroop sent you!

Someone dropped by my RRBC Author page recently and commented on something I’ve posted there, so I thought I’d add it here since it applies to what I’ve shared above about writing:

As a writer who values the (polished) written word, it is my mission to help my fellow authors understand that their reputation as a writer should be treated as a rare treasure and that the only way to be taken seriously in this business, is to ensure that your writing (no matter the forum) is impeccably written and well-edited.  If not, you’re just another “Joe” with a pen who was the first to raise his hand when Amazon asked:  “Hey, any old Joe out there wanna publish a book?  Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to be good and there’s absolutely no hard work involved.”

FYI:  If you don’t care what you put out into the world, you’re just a laughing stock in the literary community … and your name is “Joe.”