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Healing Waters - Life has a way of leaving wounds we cannot always see. Through seasons of loss, doubt, and uncertainty, it can feel as though peace is just beyond our reach. But healing is possible—and sometimes it begins with the smallest step. In Healing Waters, readers are invited on a gentle and reflective journey toward restoration of the heart and spirit. Through thoughtful insight, encouragement, and moments of deep reflection, this book explores how hope can rise even in life’s most difficult seasons. It reminds us that healing is not always instant, but it is always within reach when we open ourselves to renewal. Click the link to get your copy.

My name is Detective Tsara. I've served my precinct for more than a decade, and there is currently a cold case I have been stuck on due to lack of arrest of a suspect. About two weeks ago, someone had called in a report about a body they had found while dumpster diving, so I headed into work about thirty minutes early to talk to a few people. I sent out a request for information on the cold case before the weekend had kicked off, so I set down at my desk to check what had come of the request. Once I had gotten to opening my computer I saw a notification for a new unread email in my inbox. Opening to read, I saw the subject line was marked as an apology. Feeling my throat drop into my stomach, I rushed to read the body. "Sou-Mi Tsara. We have received your request for information relating to this case, but unfortunately we were unable to find anything relating to the unresolved cold case that has been declared closed. The new transfer of ownership marked a turn in the way we handled files, and I have not been able to locate the requested ones. I have been advised to suggest you speak to your Chief for any further information. Have an amazing day." "What?" I mumble to myself, as a few weeks prior, I had been out to that precinct to browse through the files myself, physically.

🔥 Join us on a Magical Adventure as I debut my NEW serial fiction The Quantumverse Chronicles in July 2024! Epic Adventures, Powerful Spells, Massive Worldbuilding, Magical Creatures, Wizards, Mages, Druids, Elves, Fairies, Crystal Kin, Humans and more. Welcome to the #quantumverse.

Character Bio, Quinn Smith. Protagonist in Eyes Of The Eternal. Quinn, new to the world of reincarnated Greek Gods and Goddesses, is still learning to hone his powers. While possessing the ability to absorb information at lightening speeds due to his supernatural gift for speed reading, along with a photographic memory for any knowledge he has collected, only two things lay beyond the reach of his vast intellect – his past, and his future. While certain to be an invaluable ally to the Gods and Goddesses that guard the three Realms, he will first need to learn to believe in himself and his abilities. Join Quinn on his journey when Eyes Of The Eternal, book 1 of the Realms of Rebirth series launches this summer from @dollhousepublishing The artwork to bring Quinn to life was done by the amazing and talented artist Hoang Lap (Solan) @hoanglapdoan. Thank you, Quinn is exactly how I envisioned him 🙏😊

Did you discover any awesome new authors this year?? Who are some of your new faves?? . . . Happy Tuesday! Did you find any new favorite authors this year?? I am super happy to have discovered a lot of new, as well as new-to-me authors! It was hard to pick just one favorite, so I made a stack of faves! 🥰 (I feel like I’m leaving some out, so I probably have even more than this. 🤣) What about you?? Any new favorite authors this year?? . . . 📚 Fave New Author of 2019. #AlltheBooksDec19 📚 Naked Books. #BookQueensDec19 📚 Holiday Romance. #FearYourNovelBennett 📚 Peace on Earth. #DecBooks19 📚 Dedication Page. #BooksCoasttoCoastDec19 . . . #bookstack #newbooks #newauthors #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookstagramfeature #booksbooksbooks #currentlyreading #yabooks #booksbooksbooks #bookcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/B6LD3v-Jy40/?igshid=xbrm3htpd7r8

“I’m pretty sure I've lost you. Just know my mind’s buried out in the cold, a little to the left and under the weight of my faults, trying to let go.”