I’d do the same if I were in her place, wouldn’t you?

So this woman was diagnosed with terminal cancer. After a few days, she came to terms with the fact that she was going to die.
She called her neighbors and friends over, offered them tea and cookies, then announced that she had aids and that the doctor estimated she’d live only for a month or two.
After everyone had left, her eight year old daughter asked her why she told them she had aids when the doctor said cancer.
“Well, honey, I was making sure your father wouldn’t give you a stepmother after I’m gone.”
Note: I’m still looking for bloggers willing to help me with the blog tour for Heir of Ashes. I’m considering setting for mid-June, starting on the 15th.
I’m also open for ideas and suggestions.
What else, aside from interviews, reviews and excerpts are there?
Any help whatsoever is very much appreciated, and if you have any ideas/suggestions or would like to participate in the tour, you can either leave a comment below or shoot me an e-mail at jina.salameh1@gmail.com

Attention, attention, I have an announcement (But I’m speechless)


Have you ever had something important to say but couldn’t find the right words to use?

I wanted to write a catchy introduction to this post, but words failed me.

So I’m just going to drop the news and hope you find it interesting enough to continue reading:

My book was released today!


Heir of Ashes book cover

Book Blurb:

Roxanne Fosch had a perfectly normal life at the age of twelve. Cool, popular, pretty, smart. Her dreams of a perfect, successful and prosperous future seemed well within her grasp.

By the time she was twenty-two she had become a commodity. A fugitive. She was being hunted.

As Roxanne embarks on the dangerous quest to search for half-truths about her past, she discovers she’s not just an abnormal human, but a rarity even among her Fee peers.

She is hunted by scientists, keen to exploit her extraordinary abilities, as well as other beings far more dangerous whose plans for her she cannot fathom


Isn’t this great news? It gets better: The prequel to Heir of Ashes, a short story called The Curse, was released today too!

Some of the ARC reviewers have already dropped their reviews on Goodreads, and if you’d like to know what readers think about Heir of Ashes, I’m providing links below to all sites. My ability to add hyperlinks to words vanished, so I’m just going to leave the URLs in front of each relevant title. Do check it out and help me spread the word!

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38737080-heir-of-ashes

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B1JBMCW:

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/794798


My Amazon author page seems to be up, and here’s the link for it:

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Jina-S.-Bazzar/e/B07B2989VT

Goodreads author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17738345.Jina_S_Bazzar


I’m so excited!

I’ll be arranging a blog tour soon, and anyone interested in participating let me know – jina.salameh1@gmail.com

Suggestions are also very much welcome.

Note that some of the reviewers have included their opinion of both Heir of Ashes and The curse in one post. I’ll be reblogging some of the reviews from fellow bloggers in the coming days, so stay tuned.



Announcing Heir of Ashes

book cover for Heir of ashes



How did I get here?

I once lived in this flat plateau where moving forward, or backward, or sideways equaled to the same thing. I had this cycle-routine of waking up, having breakfast with my mom and kids, cleaning, cooking, seeing to my children’s need, then my needs, going to bed – only to wake up the next morning and start it all again.

And then I decided I wanted to write a book.

I had finally reached the foot of this hill – a mountain actually.

Climbing that mountain was easy at first, though sometimes the foliage was thick, and I had to take out my sword and cut them apart to see what was on the other side.

Sometimes there would be nothing but the side of the mountain, where I’d continue climbing; other times a beautiful lake where I’d rest for a few days and contemplate life. Sometimes I’d find ugly monsters, scary enough that I’d contemplate running back down to the dull, safe routine.

But I persevered, and kept climbing, sometimes on hands and knees, other time on an easy trot.

And I’ve finally made it to the top.


For those who have been following my publishing progress, I am here to announce that I finally got my book on Amazon and Smashwords, available for pre-order.

I have set the release date for April 15th to give myself enough time to make a big fuss around it.

I’d appreciate if anyone could help me spread the word on it.

For those new to the blog:


About my book, Heir of Ashes

Book blurb:


Roxanne Fosch had a perfectly normal life at the age of twelve. Cool, popular, pretty, smart. Her dreams of a perfect, successful and prosperous future seemed well within her grasp.

But by the time she was twenty-two she had become a commodity. A fugitive. She was being hunted.

As Roxanne embarks on the dangerous quest to search for half-truths about her past, she discovers she’s not just an abnormal human but a rarity even among her Fee peers.

She is hunted by scientists, keen to exploit her extraordinary abilities, as well as other beings far more dangerous whose plans for her she cannot fathom








Note: I am searching for readers interested in a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review on Amazon and Goodreads. If you are interested, please contact me at jina.salameh1@gmail.com



Announcement and book excerpt

Dear blogging friends and wonderers

For the next week or so I’ll be working on my book, Heir of Ashes, finalizing that last touches so that I can start sending it for readers and reviewers. Sadly, as I have more in my plate than it’s wise or healthy, I have to skip one of my daily routines to be able to see this last task through.
Since my kids and house duties are things I can’t skip – unless I want a dirty home, foodless kitchen and stinky kids, I chose to refrain myself from blogging.
I was going to schedule some posts to publish automatically, but I don’t think it’s fair to have people reading, liking and leaving a comment when I won’t be able to reply or reciprocate, so I won’t be publishing anything either.
So, dear blogging friends and readers, I’ll leave you with the first opening paragraphs of my book, Heir of Ashes.
Note: I am searching for readers to review my book before publication in March 2018. For more information, contact me at jina.salameh1@gmail.com

When I was young I believed one couldn’t ask anything better from life. I had everything. I was pretty, smart, I ran with the popular crowd, I had a crush on the cutest boy in class and had the nicest best friend ever. In other words, I was the total show off. Then came the Paranormal Scientists Society (PSS) like the big bad wolf with a big metal baseball bat and shattered my world. That was about ten years ago. Now all I want is to be left alone to live my life peacefully, be the girl next door.
Things happen, and they have happened to me. You never believe them, or you believe things will only happen to the next person while you watch, maybe even sympathize; though you continue living your life to the fullest. But like I said, they happened to me. My life shattered and many pieces were just lost. I was no longer a show off. I was still pretty and smart, though they were no longer mere traits, but necessary tools for my survival. I had no friends, no home, no one I could talk to, no life. Things that centered my world while I was younger were so far now on the list of important things that I can scarcely see myself in that girl again. If a guy looks twice at me now-a-days, all I care about is the possibility that he might or might not be a danger to me. I know how sad that is and I’m willing to change a little, if I had enough time without having to run and hide and no fear for my life were included in the equation.
If I were younger, I’d pray for a miracle. Today, I just hope for the best.
–Roxanne Whitmore Fosch

Chapter one

I had just finished chopping onions for Paul when the sky broke.
It wasn’t really a ca-boom, but more like giant rocks tumbling down a hill. Like a giant avalanche.
On its heel followed the torrential downpour I’d been hearing about for the past few days. A sense of foreboding kept nagging at me, a feeling that I was missing something that I should know. Or see.
“Do you need anything else before I go?” I asked Paul as I hung my apron on a peg and tried to shake the sensation away. I could hear some of the crowd outside dispensing, going home to celebrate another weekend with family, friends or just be alone after a fulfilling meal; and the booming laughter of those who lingered for a drink and LATEST gossip in the diner.
“That’ll be all,” he said, sending me a distracted smile over his shoulder. Paul had prematurely thinning blonde hair with an already bald spot in the middle. His wife, Maggie, and her sister Michelle had been the first people to welcome me into town three months ago.
I went inside Paul’s office and grabbed my purse, a huge monstrosity Michelle had desperately tried to burn, but inside were things I couldn’t leave behind if I had to make a hasty exit. Dr. Maxwell’s journal was also inside. It had helped me sort a lot of things since I had escaped, even if it wasn’t the one I wanted, and I never went anywhere without it.
I slung the purse on my left shoulder and let it dangle on my right side – the easier to run if I needed to – and let myself out from the back door of the diner. The downpour was like a water sheet in front of me, blocking anything farther than a few feet from view.
I bumped into Bridget, my replacement for the night shift and she glared me a greeting. I never found out the reason for the animosity, but hey, I never lost any sleep over her. I smiled cheerfully at her and let go of the door, the heavy wood almost smacking her on the face when it swung shut. I heard her mutter “bitch” under her breath loud enough to be heard above the pounding rain, but I didn’t mind it.
Already water was gathering on the street, herding the brown leaves that had gathered at the edges toward the drainage system.
It was unbelievably cold for October, but I’d only been here for three months so I wasn’t sure if this was the norm for early autumn.
I shivered involuntarily and tucked my gloveless hands inside my pockets. I loved autumn, when trees turned into that burnish gold color and animals scurried to gather supplies for the winter, but it seemed like here, in this small town winter had already arrived.
Another flash of light appeared, just a few yards to my left, followed immediately by a loud ca-boom! And the bucket of giant rocks down the mountain.
That sense of foreboding returned, and I glanced around, found nothing that felt out of place.
Paul’s diner was only two blocks away from Marian’s bed and breakfast, and on a clear day, the lack of tall buildings in between would have given me a clear view of both. I hurried to the small B & B where I rented a small room on the second floor, wondering if Rudolph – aka Rudy – the local trouble maker would be waiting for me by the door like he did most days despite of the downpour. I kept refusing his offers for a date, and it galled him that I was the only woman around he deemed worth taking to bed that he hadn’t yet marked his score with. I believe the only reason His bullying didn’t extend to outright harassment was because I refused all other offers from other men. That, and the fact that most of the town’s folk had become a little over protective of me, believing I was hiding from an abusive husband. Since I never denied or confirmed, I’d been the focus of a lot of pitying looks, especially from the older women, and it had prompted Michelle to dye my black hair red as a disguise.
As my long legs ate the small distance between the diner and the old brick house, I thought about calling Michelle and asking her over so we could do something fun. I had missed the excitement of going out with my friends during my teen years, locked up in a bedroom in the PSS headquarters in Washington. I had permission to watch the world from a TV and read about it from books whenever I wasn’t down in a lab. Sometimes I was sent to the small library where I received a rudimentary education, but it was nothing near what I’d have learned had I gone to school. No long conversations on the phone, no movies, no first dates. I didn’t really have a life PRIOR TO MY twenty-FIRST year.
I didn’t see Marian behind her desk in the foyer, but when I passed her office door I heard the low sound of a talk show and saw reflective lights coming from the TV. I’d stop by in the morning and pay my rent then; I knew how much she hated being interrupted from her talk shows. Plus, I was soaked to the bone and my appearance would only prompt her to pour one of those awful teas down my throat. So I took the back stairs on the corner and headed up to my room, which was the last one in the corridor, telling myself I’d grab some dry clothes than backtrack and dry off the water trail I left behind.
I stopped in front of my bedroom door, unzipped my purse and began to rummage inside for my key. I promised myself tomorrow I’d put the damned key in my bra if my pants lacked any pockets or my jeans were too dirty to wear.
The moment I unlocked the door and reached for the switch on the wall to my right, I knew,

About Heir of Ashes:

Heir of Ashes is about a young woman called Roxanne Fosch, a twenty-two fee hybrid who escaped a government research facility after spending nine years as a captive. As Roxanne is dodging mercenaries left and right, she discovers that her own clan had offered her to the human scientists as a scapegoat to keep the government away from them – because she’s a mixed breed, the offspring of a dhiultadh and a human.

Book blurb:

Wanted neither by the Seelie or unseelie, the Dhiultadh are originally a mixed breed, part Seelie, part unseelie. They took refuge on earth where they thrived with their anonymity centuries ago, and those who knew them or knew about them considered the Dhiultadh one of the highest predators in the world.
Roxanne Whitmore Fosch had a perfectly normal life at the age of twelve. Cool, popular, pretty, smart. She had the perfect dreams of a successful and prosperous future. At the age of twenty two she was a commodity. A fugitive. She was being hunted.
As Roxanne embarks in the dangerous quest to search for half-truths about her past, she discovers she’s not just an abnormal human, but a rarity even among her fee peers, and that scientists aren’t the only ones hunting her, but far more dangerous beings with other obscure plans for her.


And the winner is . . .

Ladies and Gentlemen,

A few weeks ago when I posted my review of Watching Glass Shatter, the author, James J. Cudney IV promised a giveaway of a digital copy of his book.
Today, my friends, I’m here to announce the lucky winner of this incredible book:
Let’s all congratulate our lucky winner, Ann Marie Palladino.
I really hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
What about the rest of you, friends?
Have you read Watching Glass Shatter yet? If yes, go ahead and leave a link to a review, or your comments and what you thought about it below. If you haven’t, well, what are you waiting for?
You’re missing out on it!
Check it out on Amazon, or Goodreads today!

Watching Glass Shatter by James J. Cudney IV

Watching Glass Shatter – Book Review

book cover

Note: On November 15th there will be a Q and A with the author James J. Cudney IV, and a book give away. If you wish for a chance to win a digital copy of ‘Watching Glass Shatter’, subscribe to https://jamesjcudney.com

Also note that if you have a question for this author, leave it at the comments below and it will be added to the Q and A on his blog tour here on November 15th.


Book Review

Author: James J. Cudney IV

Genre: Fiction

Goodreads synopses:


The wealthy Glass family lost its patriarch, Benjamin Glass, sooner than expected. Benjamin’s widow, Olivia, and her 5 sons each react to his death in their own way while preparing for the reading of his will. Olivia receives a very unexpected confession from her late husband about one of their sons that could shatter the whole family.


Prior to revealing the secret to her children, Olivia must figure out which boy Ben refers to in the confession he left her in his will. While the family attorney searches for the mysterious Rowena Hector whom Ben says holds the answers, Olivia asks her sons to each spend a week with her as she isn’t ready to let go of the past. When Olivia visits her sons, she quickly learns that each one has been keeping his own secret from her. Olivia never expected her remaining years would be so complex and life-altering, but she will not rest until her family is reunited after Ben’s untimely death.




The moment I finished reading this book, my first thought was: There’s a bit of everything here – Mystery, romance and jealousy, betrayal and outrage, heartache and witty dialogue. It made for a complex, intriguing read.

The author shows us that ugly skeletons also live inside the closets of wealthy people, creating a drama with an intricate, though realistic twist that kept me thinking about it at odd hours of the day.

I didn’t like Olivia’s character. She was proud, bossy and controlling and rigid, and I disliked her from the first few pages. In fact, I liked Diane, the aunt, the most.

I considered taking off some of my star rating because of Olivia, but as the story progressed, I understood  the plot would have taken a different twist if the author had created her any other way.

Olivia was a recent widow who wanted desperately to keep her family from falling apart after her husband’s unexpected death.

A woman with a brilliant life, a loving husband, and five intelligent sons, Olivia Glass was helpless to do anything as she watched her family break apart.

Her husband had lied to her for years, and her sons each hid a shocking secret, their lives far from what she had expected it to be.

“I know they love me. But will they remember me as a kind, generous, caring mother who nursed their wounds, blanketed them with kisses and offered them the keys to the world. Or will they remember me as the tough, controlling and impractical woman who simply gave birth to them?” – Olivia Glass

As Olivia tried to get closer to her sons, she stumbles upon the truths each had been guarding; secrets that lead her to question her ability as a mother.

As a mother myself, I inadvertently found myself wondering had I been in her place, what would I have done?

And it was this question that made me realize that Olivia was perfect for this story, the plot development.

As for the overview of the book, the language was easy, the characters understood, the plot and dialogue realistic. The title, ‘Watching Glass Shatter’ was a phrase that kept playing in my head every time a new twist was revealed.

As a debut novel I have nothing to compare this book with, but I have to applaud the author for this complex, character driven story and give it a five out of five stars.

If you enjoy reading character driven stories where the characters are flawed people facing hard choices, Watching Glass Shatter is the perfect read for you.

Buy it from Amazon here.


Note that those who share or leave a comment with a question relevant to the book or the author will have an additional chance to win a copy of the book (don’t forget to leave a link back to the shared post so that I won’t miss it). You can either leave the question on the comments below, or e-mail it to jina.salameh1@gmail.com


Winners will be announced here on November 20th and reblogged on the author’s blog at:



2nd edition coming soon

In a few days the second edition of Conscious Talk Magazine will go live, and today I wanted to share with you some of the articles from the first edition. The first one, ‘Donning a writer’s hat’ was written by me, a real story about my writing career and how I got to be where I am today. The second one, ‘Owning my disability’ talks about my blindness and how I came to accept and adapt. The rest is one of a few written by different members of the team.
Do come in and check us out.
(Note: To prevent yourself from being carried away from the page, right click on the link and choose ‘open in a new window’.)

Donning a writer’s hat


Owning my disability


Author spot light interview: Jack Binding


Seven small ways to practice self-love today


Six step improvement exercises to benefit any writer


The ancestor of modern breakfast


Seven make up tips to make your eyes pop


Pitching your screen plays


How to talk to someone with cancer


The $7 Makeup Sponge That Actually Compares To The Beauty Blende


Conscious words: My words will do the walking


The Censorship of Women’s Bodies Is More Than Unfair – It’s Dangerous


Parenting & Family
Parenting Styles, Attachment, And Finding A Balance


And don’t forget to check out our thoughts against gender discriminations:

Gender discrimination – the team’s thoughts