As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"


Tease ... yeah and a Tickle too!

Bet ya'll thought we weren't going to have a giveaway this week... gotcha.
This week we are changing contest rules and wanted to get your attention. The rules are:
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4) Extra chance to win--- invite a friend to visit and join the contest. For every friend that mentions you (First and Last name) in a comment, you both recieve an extra chance to win.
Sound fun? Yeah, we thought so, too.
Winner will be announced on Saturday of this week.
Good luck and check back often for more chances to win!

Now for today's tease from The Keeper's Calling.
(Excerpt used by permission.)

I stared back at her. My mind churned. Why was she asking about the date? Her clothes. The way she talked. The vaqueros, as she called them. The lack of people around. The only answer I came up with seemed too unrealistic. Surely my imagination had run wild. Or maybe I still suffered from the effects of heatstroke. I quickly dismissed the idea. “It was yesterday—August 24, 2011.”


Although still far away, the Indians were making slow but steady progress toward us. I watched her, waiting for her response. She dejectedly sat down and pulled out the pistol. Her elbows rested on her knees. She leaned forward. “Give me your hand.”

I held my hand out. She touched the gold device to my finger, and immediately the light turned on inside. “So you’re it, then,” she said. “The new Keeper. It was supposed to be me, you know. Grandfather talked for years about giving it to me. The counter will only light up for its true Keeper.”

Closing it, I pushed the gold device toward her and pulled my hand away. “Well, I’m giving it to you, so don’t feel bad. It’s yours now.”

She shook her head and pointed the gun at me. “It’s not that easy, Mr. Harper. You can’t give it away. Once you’ve used it, you’re the Keeper of the counter. Until you’re dead, that is. It won’t work for anyone else. I’d have to kill you if I wanted to use it.”

I eyed the gun barrel waving in front of my face. “Great,” I muttered. Stepping away from her, I pulled my baseball cap off and gave my sweaty head a good scratch. Maybe she was crazy. It couldn’t be a good sign that she openly talked about killing me. I would have to take the gun from her. I imagined I could easily overpower her and get it, but my timing would need to be impeccable. A split second was all she needed to pull the trigger.

Hooked? Yeah, me too.

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