Purple Prose + tour

A 2 Blog Day :)

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Good morning, Friends :)

Today I'm at two blogs on the tour. It's been an amazing week! I can't thank all of the bloggers enough for letting me on their sites and to you for buying the book OR doing the other things on the entry form. I appreciate it :) I've you've read the book already, tell me what you think (good, bad, and ugly).

The blogs I'm at today are:

I Love Devotionals

There are times when we feel alone even when other people are around us.

During those times, we need to remember that we are never truly alone.

Even in a room full of strangers, Jesus is with us… always… even unto the end of the world. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE...

She Fancied Herself a Writer I’m excited to be here today! I have a topic that’s near and dear to my heart that I wanted to talk about. In this crazy, fast-paced world, how do you find the time to do something you (not as a mother, as a woman) want to do? There has to be a balance between what you are (a wife and mother) and what you *also* are (a woman with dreams). CLICK HERE TO READ MORE...

“Almost there,” David announced to the insomniac few like himself.
“So, that means we can come back to the land of the living, right?” The familiar echo of Sid’s voice bellowed, letting Asher know that his precious quiet had ended.
“I’m just happy that you aren’t snoring anymore.” Asher grinned, looking out the window at the mountains.
“The rumors of my snoring have been greatly exaggerated,” Sid said as he turned on the overhead light, causing Asher to flinch and fight the urge to smack him.
“Yes, to answer your question, brother, you can turn on the light. Although, your fellow travelers might want to bless you out — and not in the most Christian of ways —for blinding them at this most unpleasant hour.”
“Can I volunteer?” Asher asked, only half kidding.
Sid shook his head at Asher and said to his brother in the driver’s seat, “They’ll get over it.” He stretched his arms over his head and adjusted his staple, never-­‐‑left-­‐‑behind red cap. Asher didn’t think he’d ever seen him without it and probably never would. The biker dude on that fifties-­‐‑based show his grandma used to watch had his leather jacket. Sid had his ugly red cap. It was the way of the world.
“Wouldn’t be so sure of that,” David chuckled as others woke up in not great moods and began throwing things at Sid.
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A 2 Blog Day :) + tour