ABOUT THE BOOK: The adventure in the Omega Quadrant continues as Colin McKenzie, Diane Christy, and Kelly Lytton continue their mission to locate a missing task force from their home quadrant. As well as trying to rescue a group of children held captive by the evil aliens, the Tritians. But before they compete both missions they will have to face hostile invaders, robotic menaces, and monsters from beyond our universe. All leading up to a final showdown with their most powerful enemy yet. Deevor the Destroyer. It will be a destructive battle where only one side will survive.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A Pennsylvania native, Barry K. Nelson has attended college and has worked at a variety of jobs, including retail and the corporate environment. Barry enjoys reading and gardening and is a fan of science fiction and horror movies, Marvel comic collecting, and the X-box 360. Barry has written several short stories, and mainly his first book in the science fiction series, The McKenzie Files.
Barry can be found on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/barry.k.nelson


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This is a creative nonfiction memoir 
Author: Helen Lapakko
Publisher: Dreaming Big Publications
Amazon Link:
https://www.amazon.com/Can-You-See-Me-HURTING/dp/B08F7YTTYY/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=can+you+see+me+helen&qid=1597191646&sr=8-1

This is a creative nonfiction memoir 
Author: Helen Lapakko
Publisher: Dreaming Big Publications


Available in paperback and ebook


ABOUT THE BOOK:  
Can You See Me? is a fast paced and gritty story of a child born into a family dealing with alcoholism and mental illness. Alcoholism is not just about the addict—this is a story about collateral damage, young innocent lives affected by parental addiction, abandonment, and neglect. It is a child’s journey as she tries to make sense of the dysfunctional world around her. The child learns very early on to keep the secrets. She feels a sense of responsibility and thinks she causes the bad things to happen. She grows up without a sense of herself and gets lost in her parents’ illness. Years later when her parents go through treatment they get help but she doesn’t. There wasn’t a place for her pain, until one day she attends at two-day workshop on alcoholism and she sees for the first time how her parents’ alcoholism and her father’s mental illness has affected her life and who she is. She learns to fight for herself after years of feeling invisible and feeling defective. Separated from her family, she is free to find herself. She begins to live for herself creating, writing, and performing. She eventually finds love.


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CURSE OF THE PHAROAH'S MANICURISTS by Nick Rowan
Available now in paperback and ebook
Published by Dreaming Big Publications

“...a high-flying, rollicking romp that takes the reader on adventure after adventure from London to Paris to Cairo and beyond!” --Sara M. Harvey, author of the Blood of Angels series

“...a deftly woven story that has a feel of genuine historicity, a believable touch of the mythic and compelling, timeless themes about love and attraction.” --Stephen Zimmer, author of the Rising Dawn saga

Charlie Doyle answered an ad for a secretary, hoping for excitement but he didn’t expect to take service under noted adventurer Edward Kilsby, Lord Withycombe.

When Edward is hired to find missing archaeologist Sir Alexander Spencer, Charlie finds himself on the ride of his life. A whirlwind tour of London, the Paris nightlife, Cairo and the Valley of the Kings even the Orient Express all pale beside what awaits in the tomb of Ni-ankh-khnum and Khnum-ho-tep, Overseers of the Manicurists in the Palace of the Pharaoh.


FROM THE PUBLISHER:  This book is unlike any we have published before, and I love it!  It's a bit Sherlock Holmes, it is historical Egypt,it is a bit paranormal, and it has some steamy scenes as the romance between these two gentlemen unfolds.  


Available now in paperback and ebook.


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AUTHOR LINKS:
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/NickRowan16

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https://www.facebook.com/nick.rowan.9678
 
Blog:
https://nicholasrowansp.blogspot.com/

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https://nicholasrowan.tumblr.com/

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Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/nick.w.rowan/

Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/NickRowan

Website:
https://nicholasrowansp.wixsite.com/website
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PUBLISHER: Dreaming Big Publications
AUTHOR: Anita Stafford
Available in Paperback and Ebook
AMAZON LINK: 
https://www.amazon.com/Anita-Stafford-ebook/dp/B08F9LWXG8/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=confessions+of+a+cell+phone+loser&qid=1596908536&sr=8-1

​Whether you’re looking for a good laugh or expert parenting advice, you’ll find it here. Anita Stafford, a Licensed Professional Counselor, gets real when she writes about breast cancer, aging, marriage, and raising kids. Pour yourself a cup of tea, get comfortable, and prepare to be entertained.


Anita Stafford is a Licensed Professional Counselor and was an educator in public school before becoming a full-time writer. Anita is the mother of three grown children and is the author of two books of middle grade fiction.

Other books by Anita Stafford from Dreaming Big Publications include - The Legend of Sassafras House, A Vegetable Garden is not for Cows

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ABOUT THE BOOK:
When an abused paramedic with little to live for rushes headlong through gunfire toward a call of “officer down,” the last person she expects to find is the officer she has had a crush on for years. He is grievously wounded, close to death, and she is the only one brave enough to defy direct orders to get to him. Together with her partner, they are able to pull him from the scene, unconscious, bleeding profusely, and barely breathing.

Due to her heroic actions, he survives to tell her that he isn’t ready for a real relationship due to a nasty divorce that has left him emotionally crippled. His focus is on healing and finding the ability to walk again against astronomical odds, depression, and wanting to give in to hopelessness, while hers is surviving her abusive boyfriend that leaves her mentally broken and badly bruised; and making the decision whether to leave him, or stay with him.

During their individual struggles, the two come together in an unlikely fashion to form an inseparable team that can overcome any obstacle, or so they believe. Will a combination of the bullet that paralyzed him, a bad divorce, and her frightening, stalker, ex-boyfriend keep them apart? Or will they overcome all of the odds to love and stand beside each other through the trials they face?

Amazon Link:
​https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F7CY5NQ/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=collateral+damage+sara+loggin&qid=1596588051&sr=8-1


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Sara Loggin was born and raised in Stevens Point, Wisconsin, and attended Mid State Technical College in Wisconsin Rapids where she obtained her EMT-Basic license in 2006. Taking no time off, she pursued her Paramedic certification and was proud to show off her new licensure in 2008. She also obtained her Firefighter certification in 2009. It was during a car accident call on a cold February morning that she met the man who would become her husband. He stood by her side as she struggled to overcome her challenges and leave an abusive relationship. With her husband’s support, Sara went on to obtain her Flight Paramedic certification.
              
Several years later, she left the flight industry and settled back down on the ground, where she happily lives with her family. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her family, exploring the mountains, writing, and horseback riding.


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Hi! Kristi here, owner of Dreaming Big Publications.

As you may or may not know, we have an internship program.  One great thing about working remotely means that all interviews and everything are handled remotely, through email.  Therefore, the only thing I know about a person when I decide to bring them on board is their resume and their name.  I do not know their gender, their skin color, sexual orientation, disability status, or anything else.  Everyone who comes to us is judged strictly on their skills and merit as an intern (or author), and that's the way it should be! (Not that things would be any different if I were meeting them face to face). 

It can be more difficult getting to know people when we are all working remotely from our own homes. I recently asked the group of wonderful interns we currently have if any of them would like to participate in a recognition spotlight for the blog.  In response to that, Sydney sent me a picture and brief paragraph about herself.

From Sydney:  "My name is Sydney and I identify as asexual. Which means that I don’t really experience sexual attraction, but rather I am drawn to how a person acts. I also identify as bi-romantic. Same idea as bi-sexual, but without the sexual attraction! Many people don’t believe that asexuals exist, or otherwise pretend that they aren’t part of the LGBT community, or the Straight community. Because of this we have a tendency to represent ourselves with mythical creatures like dragons. Asexuals are part of the lgbt community and deserve to be known, so please treat them right!"

Sydney, we are glad you are a part of the Dreaming Big family. Thank you for sharing a little about yourself, and for providing education about what it means to be asexual. - Kristi

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A Guide to Dying for the Devoted
By Rinn Packard
 
It had been ninety hours, five minutes, and fortyish seconds since Adley first sat down on her living room couch. She did not intend to get up, no ma’am. She intended to sit there until she died, which would hopefully be soon, God willing. Ninety-two hours ago, she had been sitting on a far less comfortable church pew, praying for this exact purpose. She figured immediately post-funeral was the best time to do so, banking on the hope that God might be feeling particularly bad for her in that moment. Did God grant the prayers of those he pitied at a higher-than-average rate? She sure hoped so.
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Adley wasn’t entirely oblivious to the pitfalls of her plan. She was young, healthy, about as death-resistant as a person could be. Not even a family history of heart disease, and everyone had a family history of heart disease. So it would take some time, that's alright. She could be patient. She had waited a full month longer than strictly necessary to come into the world, causing all sorts of grief for her mother, stubborn as hell right out of the gate. She could wait a month to die. She could wait longer, if that’s what it took.

Though she was prepared for the worst, she had to admit that she had high hopes for a speedy death. She had watched enough medical dramas to know that old spouses often died one right after the other, the depth of their commitment to one another a blissful death sentence. She always thought that was quite romantic. Old people were so cute. Even if she wasn’t elderly, normal people died of heartache all the time. She had faith it could take her out too, if she really leaned into it.

She had tried the whole healthy grieving thing, and decided it wasn’t for her. The folks in her support group were way too self-absorbed to focus on anyone aside from themselves. Not to sound melodramatic, but no one understood what she was going through. It was exhausting, having to explain to everyone in that middle school multipurpose room why her grief was more significant than everyone else’s. She wasn’t very popular there, much like her actual middle school experience. Also, Gracie, who had lost her son four years ago in a freak swimming accident, had complained about her to the facilitator. Called her an insensitive affliction on the group. An affliction, can you believe that? How’s that for insensitive? I mean, come on, it had been four years. Get over it already. Four years is enough time to have had another kid. Blubbering about the hole in your heart every Wednesday night to a group of people actually going through something was just inappropriate, rude even. Adley was given the choice to leave or be kicked out, which was quite literally a textbook example of the lack of a choice. Why would she want to be in a group that relied on bullshit semantics to deal with their problems anyway? Conflict-avoidant pussies, the whole lot of them. That’s why they’re unable to handle their grief. She didn’t need their help; she was better off on her own.

Delaney had been dying from cancer for about as long as Gracie’s son had been dead. In the end, Adley was glad to see her die. Dead was better than dying, she thought. And in certain special cases, such as her own, dead was better than alive. She believed that if most people were given the choice to be alive with no will to live or to be dead, completely freed from the burden of having to experience things, feel things, remember things, and so on, they’d leap at the opportunity to die. Even on the best days, being alive was mostly shit. Being loved certainly helped, but with Delaney freshly in the ground, one could see her predicament.

Adley knew that it was not Delaney’s fault that she had died, but she didn’t quite know who else to blame. Blaming herself was too easy – a trope even. Besides, Delaney would hate to see her beat herself up like that. These days, her self-named Last Days, she had decided her best bet was Delaney’s parents. Bad genes. Bad, cancerous, spiteful, homophobic genes. How dare they? Adley couldn’t even look at them during the funeral. They had killed Delaney, and now they were killing her. They hadn’t even looked that sad standing over her casket. She thought they had probably been wearing sunglasses in order to hide the joy in their eyes.

Before she had been unceremoniously dumped by her support group, she had brought up her plan to sit to death. At the time it was still in its early stages. She had yet to work out the kinks. The facilitator, Greg, tried to convince Adley that vocalizing the plan was evidence of her not actually wanting to die. That it was a cry for help rather than a strategizing invitation. Greg was stupid, no question about it. Adley wasn’t sure what qualified a person to be a grief support group facilitator, but she had her suspicions about the legitimacy of Greg’s credentials. Gracie, surprisingly, was the most helpful. Why don’t you just shoot yourself or jump off a bridge? If you’re really trying to kill yourself it’d be much more efficient than rotting on a couch. God, she was such a bitch, but she was right. That night, Adley laid on Delaney’s side of the bed for hours, mulling it over. In the end, she decided that it came down to symbolism. Delaney had rotted on a hospital bed. Adley would rot on their couch. She was paying homage to her wife, something Gracie wouldn’t understand.

In her wedding vows, Delaney had said that she loved Adley so much she would let Adley die first. At the time, Adley had thought that was morbid. Now, she wondered if it was a lie. Maybe if Delaney had really loved her, she would have murdered Adley before succumbing to her own illness. It’s not like they would have arrested a woman on her deathbed. Now she had to do it herself, which felt unfair. Maybe Delaney was more selfish than Adley had given her credit for.

Adley spent much of her time on the couch speculating about who would find her body. A part of her hoped it would be Gracie, just to prove a point, but she recognized that that was next to impossible. It would probably be the police, having come to investigate a weird smell reported by her neighbors. How disappointing. News articles about people dying alone in their apartments were always so depressing. She should leave a note explaining that she wasn’t some loser. She was a grief-stricken widower, proving her devotion to her late spouse. It was honorable, admirable even. Maybe Gracie would see it in the paper, then, and feel bad about getting her kicked out of the group. She hoped Gracie would carry that guilt with her to the grave.

For now, Adley would take a nap. That would kill a couple hours. She left Law & Order: SVU playing on her television, so quietly she could barely make out what was being said. She imagined herself as a fetus in her mother’s womb, being lulled to sleep by voices she couldn’t understand. When she woke up, she’d write that note, and hopefully, soon after, be with Delaney again.