A Seaside Story

Book Cover: A Seaside Story
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ISBN: 978-1645830276
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 319
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ISBN: 9780463779071
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CJ Foster’s A Seaside Story brings a compelling tale of love, loss, and the decisions that shape our future…

Love or money? Sometimes it’s not so simple.

Kate Toscano’s life is upended when her sister is killed in a car accident. This jet-setting writer for a trendy Las Vegas magazine is now the guardian of her five-year-old, autistic nephew, Jimmy, and is forced to move back home. Kate’s mother is skeptical about bringing a young, special needs child into her well-structured and organized home in Avalon Bay, but what other choice does Kate have?

As Kate struggles to begin her life anew, she runs into John Neal, her old high school flame. Their parting fourteen years prior was bittersweet when Kate left home to get her degree in journalism and follow her dreams. Old feelings are rekindled, but not all flames that burn are meant to stay lit, so when she learns their timing is off, yet again, she knows it’s time to make a decision: Choose security, or take a bold chance on an uncertain future.

If only it were so easy.

 Fans of Jodi Picoult and Kristin Hannah will devour this “compelling” and “unforgettable” coming-of-age story in one sitting. Get your copy today!

“A heartwarming story.” -Allyssa, Booksprout

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The source of her current vexation was readily apparent from the clue of only one pronoun.  “Just look at what he’s gone and done now!” she snapped as Kate reached the open door and, brushing past her, stepped inside.

She suppressed a smile at the sight of all her mother’s shoes and slippers placed toe-to-heel in a colorful serpentine across the carpet.  Just over her shoulder, she heard Lydia mutter that she had absolutely no idea what had gotten into him to make such a mess of her footwear.  That the young perpetrator was nowhere in sight filled Kate with more concern than her mother’s assessment that it would probably take at least a month of Sundays to restore order to her closet.  “Jimmy?” she gently called out.  “Jimmy, honey, where are you?”

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A giggle from behind the wicker clothes hamper rewarded Kate’s patience.  Grape jam from his morning’s toast still creased the corners of his mouth as he burst out of his hiding place like a miniature cannonball heading for the hallway.  Kate intercepted him and held him in her arms as he struggled to get free.  The dark blond hair she had so meticulously combed after breakfast was already unruly and one of his shoes, she noticed, was missing.  “Parade!” he squealed, pointing to his pint-sized contribution to the colorful line-up as he broke free from his aunt and returned to the shoes.  “Parade!”

“It’s a beautiful parade,” Kate praised him. “But we need to put all of these back in Nana’s closet now, okay?”

“Parade!” Jimmy shouted again, this time louder.

From the corner of her eye, Kate could see her mother folding her arms and shaking her head.  Truth be told, she could also read exactly what was running through Lydia’s mind; specifically, the same script she’d been playing over and over ever since Jimmy’s condition had first been diagnosed.  It was Cassy’s deadbeat ex—and not a twist of fate—whom Lydia would steadfastly blame throughout all eternity for providing the genes that made her first grandchild defective.

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The Beauty of Grace

Book Cover: The Beauty of Grace
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A collection of poems written through a journey of grace and faith.

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Is it Enough

 

What if this is it?
Is it enough?

I loved
I taught
I touched

You used me

 

Even when my heart was far from you, You used me.

 

I don’t need accolades
You used me to touch a life

That is enough

A small pebble can break the surface of the ocean

 

“Do not despise small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin”     ~ Zechariah 4:10

Reviews:MTigers - Smashwords reviewer on Smashwords wrote:

Five Stars! *****

While this book was written by a women, and I suspect is largely for women, I have no doubt many men will be rewarded for reading it as well. Further, age shouldn’t be a limiter. Today’s youngsters (and oldsters) are being subjected to what they might believe to be unimaginable trials. Without the kind of hope expressed in this book, the wrong choice might be seen as the only choice.

Surely, this is a book written from a spiritual perspective by someone who has risen from deep anguish. "The Beauty of Grace - Writings of a Broken Life Healed by Grace" serves up short, but direct, messages of inspiration to seek The True Healer...the real choice.

This old guy enjoyed reading this book and I feel stronger because of it.


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Painting Life with Words of Encouragement

Book Cover: Painting Life with Words of Encouragement
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In Tony Amico’s debut work, he takes the reader on a poignant and thought-provoking journey with his musings on self-discovery and the meaning of life. Follow along as he delves into his inner-turmoil on the darkest of days, and then pulls you into a place of hope and inspiration as he colors your world with words of encouragement.

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Marbles

Tomorrow the sun will rise, much as it did on August 25, 1993. It was a "Steel Blue Sky" as I recall. My Son, Michel would spend our last day together. Little did I realize it then. I certainly would have altered the course of events. We had breakfast that morning at "The Mid Valley Diner" (No longer exists), Michel claimed they made the best omelets. From there we traveled to South Scranton. We were preparing for a cellar entrance way. Excavating by hand. It was there he gave me the last things that would ever pass between our hands. 3 marbles. (I still have them) As we dug, the first of which was light blue. He tossed it to me; I missed his catch, but picked it up and placed it in my pocket. The second one he dug up (a bit darker in color, but also blue) and threw my way, I caught. And placed it in my pocket. And the third of which was much smaller than the other two and a much deeper blue, I caught also. And placed in my pocket.

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I remember the day as if it were a video playing over and over again in my mind. And every August 25th I will relive every moment as it plays out. But the marbles will always be a significant part. You see at the end of the day after losing my Son, being devastated and exhausted, in the wee hours of the morning, still in shock, I suppose…. I recall emptying my pockets, and finding those now oh so special marbles. Realizing what was in my hand, they now represent a significant part of him and I. The first marble, the one I missed, represents the part of his life I missed, when I wasn't paying attention and failed him as a Father.  The second marble, darker in color. The one I caught, is the part of him I never lost sight of. And continue to hold onto. And then there's the third and last of the marbles, small, dark blue. It represents, what’s left of me without him. And although there is such a great and precious piece of my life missing; and regardless of the many tears I've shed, on so many August 25th's, I recognize, that the sky will be "Steel Blue" again. I have many reasons to laugh and smile. I have the memories that only God and Michel could have given me. And my faith is as strong as it has ever been. Encouraging me to encourage others. To do my best. To leave a "Respectable mark" on this earth. If for no other reason, than to honor my ‘Michel’.  And tomorrow, the marbles will be in my pocket. They are the most valuable of my material possessions. They are "Priceless" in any sense. So if you happen to see me in your travels on that day, ask me if "I have all my Marbles". And I'll show that I do indeed.

Till we meet again, my boy, I love you with all my heart, deep to my very soul.

Your Father

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September 2018
5.0 out of 5 stars
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A book that I could not put down....

LOVED this book! I read it from cover to cover the second it arrived. It’s profound, hilarious & truly heart-wrenching. Wow! The imagery the author portrays is so vivid & close to the heart that it can’t help but touch & transform you.


 

 

 

 

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Seasons and Sentiments

Book Cover: Seasons and Sentiments
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Pages: 130
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ISBN: 978-1725191518
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Pages: 114

Embracing a broad range of subjects, styles and moods, this book of contemporary poetry represents nearly a lifetime of the poetry composed by Maron Craig Bielovitz. Always in tune with nature and the seasons around her, Maron has brought those impressions to life here while also sharing some of her personal photographs taken along the way. Rhyming, free verse, somber, sentimental, alliterative and just plain fun verses are here for readers of all ages.

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Creative Dreamer

 

As I lay me down to sleep, into my consciousness should creep

two headed dragons, castles with moats, owls and love-struck kitties in boats,

frogs being kissed, white horses prancing, a handsome prince and his princess dancing.

Is that a mad hatter or a magical wizard riding side-saddle on a slippery lizard?

 

Words become images that morph into words. Sentences look like a string of blackbirds

They soar through my head as I lay on my pillow, eyes full of grit, brain turned to jello.

I know I must slumber and get some rest so I'll wake up creatively feeling my best.

How can I draw, how can I write when I cannot get to sleep at night?

 

With the dawn comes the dread I must roll out of bed and get my head on straight.

I will get a blank paper and dream up a caper if I really concentrate.

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My brush will reveal in color that’s real a wonderful illustration.

It will all come together. I’ll be light as a feather with a feeling of jubilation!

 

It’s a bit of angst, a touch of strife to experience a writer’s life.

It’s reaching inside and showing our worth with every gem that we unearth.

And in the end there’s only this…it’s revealing our soul, sharing our bliss.

It’s taking a space that’s empty and bare and creating something magical there.

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