Fresh FIction Box Not To Miss
Tammy L. Bailey | Why We Remember
Author Guest / June 6, 2018

I have to admit I admire anyone who can blog on a weekly or monthly basis. I always struggle with a topic or what to say. With my book releasing on Memorial Day, I thought it fitting to talk about my military career and honor those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice. To begin, I joined the military right out of high school, serving both in the active duty Army and in the Army and Air National Guard. I was fortunate to have served with the most wonderful and selfless individuals. I learned about eternal friendships, unyielding strength and determination, and teamwork. I also learned about never giving up. My first example of this was about six weeks into Army Basic Training. It was around 9 p.m., raining and nearly forty degrees. You could see our breaths against the backdrop of the night sky. There were four platoons of around forty females: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta. Each one of us received three magazines and several ammo cases. Me, along with five other women, were tasked to load the M-16 magazines with live rounds for night qualification. I’m not sure if we were being punished for not having our boots…

Ainslie Paton | Con Artist or Robin Hood?
Author Guest / June 6, 2018

  I once accidentally smuggled a weapon into a prison. It was a metal hair stick that might as well have been a shiv. I’m not sure that every single item’s barcode beeps at the supermarket self-serve before hitting the bag. Sometimes I fail to indicate when I change lanes. And in my day job I’m often called on to write persuasive copy. But I’m no con artist. So how did I come to write a Robin Hooding con artist family? I got frustrated with the state of the world and its politics and I wondered what it would take to redistribute a little wealth, spread the well-being, and save the planet. I’m no activist either, but as a romance author I wield a mean keyboard and that’s how the Confidence Game series got started. Anger meet keypad plus blank page equals One Night Wife. I imagined a generations old family who saw it as their duty to take money from rich people who didn’t deserve their luck or use their positions responsibility and give it to more deserving people and unpopular causes. Robin Hood without the tights or the flying arrows. It wasn’t hard to find examples of villains…