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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Interview of Dr. Omomaro Okekaro author of Home Is Where The Story Begins.(#Contests.)


 
Book Title:  HOME IS WHERE OUR STORY BEGINS by Dr. Omomaro Okekaro, PhD
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+), 436 pages
Genre:  Romance Fiction
Publisher:  WILLIAMS AND KING PUBLISHERS
Release date:   Nov 2025
Tour datesApr 20 to May 8, 2026
Content Rating:  PG + M. NO LANGUAGE, NO SEX SCENES.  BUT THEME IS MATURE INVOLVING SECRET FAMILY AND ROMANTIC AFFAIR 
 
 
Book Description:

When Eliza Thornton returns to the quiet English countryside after her mother’s death, she finds the Old Manor—her childhood home—standing as both a relic of her past and a mirror to her own fractured heart. What begins as a simple visit to settle her mother’s affairs turns into a haunting journey of rediscovery, as buried letters and unspoken truths draw her into the labyrinth of her family’s untold story.

Through the voices of memory and regret, Home Is Where Our StoryBegins explores the delicate threads that bind mothers and daughters, love and loss, silence and forgiveness.
As Eliza unravels the secrets her mother kept, she comes face-to-face with the echoes of generations—each one yearning to be understood, to be seen, to be free.

In the end, the Old Manor becomes more than a house; it becomes a place of reckoning, healing, and rebirth—a reminder that home isn’t just where we come from, but where we finally make peace with who we are.
INTERVIEW 

1. QUESTION: The Old Manor is described as both a relic of the past and a mirror to Eliza’s fractured heart. How did you approach writing the house as a living, emotional character rather than just a setting?

    ANSWER: I approached the Old Manor not as a backdrop, but as an extension of Eliza’s internal world almost as if the house itself had memory, breath, and a quiet consciousness shaped by everything it had witnessed.

From the beginning, I was less interested in describing the house in purely physical terms and more concerned with how it felt to inhabit it. Every creaking floorboard, every dim corridor, every room left untouched was written to reflect something unresolved within Eliza. The Manor became a container for what had been avoided—grief, silence, and unspoken history.

In crafting it as a living, emotional presence, I leaned into the idea that spaces absorb the lives lived within them. The Old Manor had held Eliza’s childhood, her mother’s longing, and years of absence. So when Eliza returns, she is not simply entering a building; she is re-entering a relationship. The house responds to her—not literally, but emotionally—through atmosphere, tension, and familiarity that feels almost intrusive.

I also used contrast deliberately. Certain parts of the house remain frozen in time, while others show decay or neglect. That duality mirrors Eliza’s own state—caught between who she was and who she has become. The Manor, in that sense, becomes a reflection of fragmentation, but also a space where reintegration is possible.

Importantly, I allowed the house to reveal itself gradually. Just as Eliza cannot confront everything at once, the Manor does not give up its story all at once. Rooms, objects, and hidden details act almost like emotional thresholds—each one inviting her deeper into truth.

Ultimately, writing the Old Manor as a character was about treating space as something relational. It holds, it remembers, it resists, and, in time, it allows healing. The house does not simply exist around Eliza—it participates in her journey back to herself.

2. QUESTION: The novel explores the delicate threads between mothers and daughters, love and loss. What inspired you to tell this story through buried letters and unspoken truths rather than direct confrontation?

     ANSWER: I chose buried letters and unspoken truths because the relationship between mother and daughter, particularly one shaped by distance, regret, or emotional restraint, is rarely lived out in direct confrontation. More often, it exists in what is withheld—in what could not be said at the time it mattered most.

In this story, the letters became a way of restoring voice where silence once dominated. They allow the mother to speak from a place she could not access while she was alive—free from fear, pride, or the limitations of the moment. In many ways, the letters are not just communication; they are confession, memory, and longing preserved in time.

Direct confrontation often demands readiness from both sides. But in fractured relationships, that readiness is uneven or never arrives. By using letters, I was able to create a space where truth unfolds gently, without resistance, and where Eliza can receive it at her own pace. This felt more authentic to the emotional reality of unresolved relationships, where understanding often comes too late for dialogue but not too late for meaning.

There is also something intimate about discovery. When Eliza reads these letters, she is not being told what to feel; she is uncovering it. Each revelation becomes personal, almost sacred, because it is earned through reflection rather than forced through confrontation.

On a deeper level, I was interested in how love can exist even when it is not expressed well. The unspoken truths in the novel reflect the limitations people carry—their fears, their generational conditioning, their inability to articulate emotion. The letters then become a bridge across that limitation, allowing love to be seen in retrospect, even if it was not fully felt in real time.

Ultimately, this approach allowed the story to honour both absence and presence at once. The mother is gone, yet her voice remains. The relationship is broken, yet still capable of repair—just in a different form.

3. QUESTION: Eliza unravels secrets her mother kept across generations. How did you balance the weight of those secrets with the novel’s ultimately hopeful message about forgiveness and peace?

     ANSWER: I treated the secrets not as plot devices to shock, but as emotional inheritances—things carried, often unconsciously, from one generation to the next. That framing changed the balance. The weight was not just in what was hidden, but in why it was hidden: fear, protection, shame, and, at times, a misguided form of love.

To keep that weight from overwhelming the narrative, I was careful to reveal the secrets with context. Each discovery Eliza makes is accompanied by a deeper understanding of her mother’s humanity. The goal was not to excuse what was done or left undone, but to make it legible. Once something is understood, it becomes less of a burden and more of a truth that can be held without breaking the person carrying it.

Pacing was also important. I did not allow all the revelations to arrive at once. Instead, they unfold in layers, giving Eliza—and the reader—time to absorb, resist, question, and gradually reinterpret what those truths mean. That space is where forgiveness begins to take shape, not as a single moment, but as a process.

I also resisted portraying forgiveness as immediate or sentimental. Eliza’s journey includes anger, confusion, and even a sense of betrayal. Those responses are necessary because they honor the reality of what was lost. Forgiveness, in this sense, is not about forgetting or minimizing the past; it is about releasing the hold it has on the present.

The hopeful tone emerges from this shift. As Eliza begins to see her mother not only as a source of pain but as a person shaped by her own limitations and history, something changes. The secrets lose their power to isolate and instead become points of connection—evidence of a shared, imperfect humanity.

Ultimately, I wanted the novel to suggest that peace does not come from uncovering a perfect truth, but from learning how to live with an honest one. Forgiveness, then, becomes less about reconciliation with the past and more about reclaiming the freedom to move forward without carrying its full weight.

4. QUESTION: The summary mentions ‘voices of memory and regret.’ How did you weave together past and present timelines, and what challenges came with writing from multiple generational perspectives?

     ANSWER: I approached structure as something fluid rather than strictly linear. The story moves between past and present in the same way memory works—triggered, layered, and often unexpected. A room, an object, or even a silence in the present becomes an entry point into the past. This allowed the timelines to feel organically connected rather than mechanically arranged.

The “voices of memory and regret” were shaped as distinct emotional registers. Eliza’s voice in the present carries immediacy—questions, resistance, and the need to understand. The mother’s voice, often expressed through letters or remembered fragments, carries reflection—what is seen more clearly in hindsight, what was felt but not expressed. The generational layer beneath them holds something quieter, almost embedded—a sense of inherited silence, patterns that were never named but deeply felt.

Weaving these voices together required careful modulation. I had to ensure that each voice retained its own texture without becoming repetitive or confusing. One challenge was avoiding over-explanation. When writing across generations, there is a temptation to clarify everything, but doing so can flatten the emotional depth. Instead, I allowed certain gaps to remain—spaces where the reader, like Eliza, must interpret and connect meaning.

Another challenge was maintaining continuity of emotional truth across time. Even though the characters exist in different periods, their experiences needed to feel connected in a way that was believable. This meant tracing not just events, but emotional patterns—how silence, longing, or restraint echoes from one generation to the next.

Pacing was also critical. Moving between timelines can disrupt momentum if not handled carefully. I used transitions that were anchored in feeling rather than chronology, so the reader moves because something resonates, not just because time has shifted.

Ultimately, the structure reflects the central idea of the novel: that the past is not separate from the present. It lives within it, shaping perception, relationships, and identity. The voices of memory and regret are not interruptions to Eliza’s story—they are part of its foundation.

5. QUESTION: Did any elements of Eliza’s journey—returning to a childhood home after loss—come from your own life or observations? How much of the story is autobiographical?

     ANSWER: Eliza’s journey is not autobiographical in a literal sense, but it is rooted in lived observation and emotional truth. The idea of returning to a childhood home after loss is something many people encounter at some point—whether physically or psychologically. What interested me was less the event itself and more the internal experience it creates: the confrontation between who we were, who we became, and what we left unresolved.

Much of the emotional landscape in the novel draws from that universal moment of reckoning. I have observed, both personally and through others, how spaces tied to our early lives carry a particular weight. They hold memory in a way that is not always conscious, and when we return, we are often met with versions of ourselves we thought we had outgrown. That tension—between distance and familiarity—became central to Eliza’s experience.

The mother-daughter dynamic, the presence of unspoken truths, and the gradual uncovering of family history are also informed by broader human patterns rather than specific personal events. In many families, there are stories that are partially told, emotions that are not fully expressed, and histories that are carried quietly across generations. I was interested in exploring how those silences shape identity and relationships over time.

Where the story becomes personal is in its emotional authenticity. While the characters and events are fictional, the feelings—grief, longing, confusion, the desire for understanding—are drawn from real human experience. That is where I allowed myself to be most honest.

So rather than being autobiographical, the novel is reflective. It gathers fragments of observation, emotional insight, and shared human experience, and shapes them into a narrative that feels true, even if it is not directly lived.

6. QUESTION: You write that each generation yearns ‘to be understood, to be seen, to be free.’ How does the Old Manor become a place of reckoning and rebirth for Eliza, not just a repository of pain?

     ANSWER: The Old Manor begins as a repository of pain because it holds everything that was left unresolved—memories, absences, and emotional truths that were never fully confronted. But I was intentional in not allowing it to remain fixed in that role. For Eliza, the house becomes a place of reckoning precisely because it does not let her remain distant from those truths. It draws her into them, slowly but persistently.

Reckoning, in this sense, is not a single moment of confrontation but a series of encounters. Each room, each object, each fragment of her mother’s voice asks something of her: to look again, to feel more honestly, to question what she believed to be final. The Manor becomes a space where denial is no longer sustainable. That is where the shift begins.

What transforms the house from a site of pain into a place of rebirth is Eliza’s changing relationship to what it holds. At first, she experiences the house as something oppressive—heavy with memory, almost resistant to her presence. But as she begins to understand the context behind those memories, especially through the letters and the unfolding family history, the same space starts to open. What once felt like accusation begins to feel like invitation.

I also approached rebirth through the idea of redefinition. The Manor does not change in a physical sense as much as it changes in meaning. Eliza begins to see it not only as the place where things went wrong, but as the place where truth can finally be acknowledged. In doing so, she reclaims both the space and her place within it.

Importantly, freedom in the novel is not about escape from the past, but about a new way of relating to it. The Manor becomes the environment where Eliza moves from inheritance to choice—where she can decide what she carries forward and what she releases.

By the end, the house is no longer just a container of history. It becomes a witness to transformation. It holds pain, but it also holds understanding. And in that balance, it allows Eliza not only to remember, but to begin again.

7. QUESTION: The final line says home is ‘where we finally make peace with who we are.’ What do you hope readers grappling with their own family secrets or unresolved grief will take away from this book?

     ANSWER: I would want readers to come away with a quieter, more grounded understanding of themselves—not necessarily with all the answers, but with a greater capacity to hold their own story without turning away from it.

For those grappling with family secrets or unresolved grief, the book is not offering a neat resolution. Instead, it suggests that understanding is often a gradual process. What we inherit—silence, pain, unanswered questions—does not have to define us in a fixed way. It can be examined, reinterpreted, and, over time, integrated into a fuller sense of self.

One of the central ideas I hoped to convey is that not everything will be explained, and not every wound will be fully repaired. But there is still the possibility of peace. That peace comes from seeing more clearly recognizing the

humanity in those who came before us, including their limitations, and allowing that awareness to soften the way we carry our own experiences.

I also wanted readers to feel that they are not alone in the complexity of their family history. Many people live with partial stories, with things that were never said or understood. The novel creates space for that reality without forcing it into a simplified narrative of blame or closure.

Ultimately, “home” in the book is less about a physical place and more about an internal state. It is the point at which a person can say: this is my story, with all its contradictions, and I can live with it without being defined by its pain. If readers can move even slightly toward that kind of acceptance—where they no longer feel the need to escape their past but can stand within it with clarity

 
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Meet the Author:

Omomaro Okekaro, PhD, is a distinguished writer, scholar, and storyteller exploring the depths of human nature, justice, and hidden truths. With a background in mental health counseling and spirituality, he crafts narratives that blend mystery, suspense, and introspection, offering readers a profound journey through the human experience.

Born in Igbuku, Midwestern Nigeria, Dr. Okekaro’s love for literature began early, nurtured by a family that valued education. Beyond writing, he is a mental health therapist and spiritual counselor dedicated to faith, resilience, and self-discovery themes.

His works include A Spirituality of Awareness, Lord, I Am in Trouble, The Last Journey, The Shadows in My Rain, Monroe’s Dark Business, The Story of Me, Home Is Where Our StoryBegins, and several unpublished manuscripts. When not writing, he enjoys family time and online Scrabble.

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Book Blitz of The Cardinal Code by Avery Sterling.(#Contests)

The Cardinal Code: Absolution
Avery Sterling
(The Cardinal Code, #2)
Publication date: April 17th 2026
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

The Cardinal Code: Absolution continues the dark, seductive saga of the Cardinales—an elite society of vampires whose influence shapes governments, history, and the hidden world beneath human civilization.

Paislee Sullivan never wanted power. She only wanted Michael. But loving a man born into a secret dynasty of blood and control means standing in the shadow of everything he represents.

When Michael Chamberlain is summoned to London, he’s pulled into a political struggle rooted in ancient bloodlines and forbidden truths. As old laws are challenged and long-buried secrets begin to surface, Paislee finds herself no longer at the edge of his world—but at its center.

The deeper she is drawn into Cardinales society, the more dangerous her presence becomes. To some, she is leverage. To others, a threat. To Michael, she is the only thing that has ever mattered.

Bound by love and hunted by forces determined to preserve the Order’s control, they must confront a truth the Dominium has spent centuries suppressing.

Because some bloodlines were never meant to merge.

And loving each other may cost them everything.

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EXCERPT:

Paislee leaned her head on Michael’s shoulder.

“You didn’t look surprised by that envelope.”

“Because I wasn’t.”

“What is it?”

“An invitation,” he said, lacing his fingers through hers and brushing her knuckles with his lips.

Her head lifted. “An invitation for what?”

“To Etxe Bakarra.”

“What’s that?”

“A celebration they hold every year—but barely understand. It was hand-delivered. Required my signature. Which means I must attend or face consequences.”

She studied the envelope, running her fingers over its embossed seal. “It’s beautiful. What is Etxe Bakarra?”

“A celebration of unity. Of peace.”

“Are you required to attend every year?”

“No.”

“Then why now?”

“Because the harvest moon aligns with the autumn equinox. It’s incredibly rare.”

She blinked. “Harvest moon, autumn equinox . . . the Order sounds mystical.”

He chuckled. “It’s their favorite bedtime story.”

As the car hummed down the avenue, she turned the envelope over in her hands.

“You didn’t even open it.”

“I know what it says.”

“I’ll open it, then.”

Her eyes skimmed the elegant script inside. Then she paused. “Michael . . . why is my name on it?”

He went still.

“Right under yours. It says the invitation extends to ‘Michael Chamberlain and companion, Paislee Sullivan.’”

He reached over and took the invitation from her hands. His easy charm shuttered, replaced by something darker. Calculating.

Michael stared out the window for a long moment.

“They want to see you,” he said quietly.

Paislee frowned. “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

A pause hung between them.

She rested her head against his shoulder, listening to the steady thud of his heart beneath the fine weave of his jacket. He didn’t speak again, but he didn’t have to. She could feel it in the way he held her hand tighter than before—the silent promise tucked into his touch.

Whatever this celebration meant, whatever game the Order was playing, she was now a part of it.

Author Bio:

Avery Sterling's love for the romance genre began in her teen years when she picked up her first novel. She was captivated by the sweeping scale of emotions brought about by the words. The experience catapulted her towards learning the art of wielding a breathtaking adventure, with a love that felt authentic. Wanting to inspire people with her own thoughts and words, she finished her first novel at sixteen. It was a step towards understanding the essence of what she wished to create.

Most of her youth was spent traveling, searching out the romance and beauty in her everchanging world. From the waves that crashed against the rocky shores of Downeast, Maine, to the warm breezes of the Caribbean, she discovered that love was universal, apparent in its grandest and simplest of forms. Her goal is to write novels an audience can relate to, one that conveys the truth and nature of love… with all that steamy romance.

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Book Blitz of A Tiny Little Favor by Peyton Banks.(#COntests)

A Tiny Little Favor
Peyton Banks
Publication date: April 17th 2026
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

From USA Today bestselling author, Peyton Banks, comes a steamy rom com about second chances, accidental families, and the most unexpected proposal of all.

He was supposed to be a one-night stand… Now she’s asking him for baby number two.

Five years ago, Tachina Winston made one impulsive decision—a one-night stand with her former client, Vic Maxwell. The result? The world’s cutest little boy and an unconventional but surprisingly seamless co-parenting setup. No drama, no strings, no regrets.

But Tachina has a tiny little problem…

She wants another baby.

Dating apps? Disasters. Blind dates? Even worse. There’s only one man she trusts enough to do this with again: Vic.

Vic isn’t looking for love after a messy breakup. But when Tachina proposes her plan, he can’t deny it—he’s tempted.

And if he agrees, it will come with one condition: he wants to experience everything he missed before.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

Because soon, things get complicated. They’re having adult spend-the-night dates, sharing kisses that last too long, and stirring up feelings neither of them expected.

Then Vic’s ex returns wanting him back, they are forced to decide: was this just a favor with benefits… or the beginning of something real?

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EXCERPT:

“Okay. What is going on? You’re in a mood!”

“A mood?” Tachina looked up from the menu at her longtime friend. There goes that nose of Addison’s. She had figured out that Tachina was keeping a secret.

“A mood. An energy. An aura. Something is going on in that big, beautiful head of yours.” Addison folded her arms across her chest and stared at Tachina.

“My head is not big,” Tachina muttered. She shrugged. “I’m just hungry.”

“Nope. That’s not it. You’ve got that look on your face. It’s the ‘I’ve been thinking too much about something ’expression.”

“Do I really have a ‘I’ve been thinking too much about something ’look?” Well, that was news to her. Tachina reached up and tucked her thick hair behind her ear.

“Yes, ma’am. Your forehead gets all serious. A long line appears across it.” Addison drew a line across her own forehead.

Tachina grimaced and waved her off. “Stop trying to read my face.”

“Just spill it already.”

Monica, one of their favorites waitresses, arrived at the table. She wore bright-pink lipstick, short pixie blonde hair, and had a personality big enough to fill the café. She pulled out her notepad and flashed them a grin.

“What can I start you with, darlin’? Tea? Coffee? Wine? A little Jack?” She chuckled and motioned to Addison and Tachina. “You two are over here whispering fierce, and by the looks of it, you should order the Jack.”

“It’s her.” Addison pointed to Tachina. “She’s the problem.”

“Woooow…” Tachina shook her head. How was she the problem?

“She sure threw you under the bus. Bless her heart. What’s wrong, babe?” Monica turned her kind eyes on Tachina. She had been working at The Iron Kettle for as long as Tachina and Addison had been coming there. She always tried to help and offer motherly advice. She was in her early sixties and didn’t bite her tongue when it came to nonsense.

“Nothing is wrong,” Tachina said quickly.

Two sets of eyebrows lifted at her.

Liars were rarely safe around women who made it their business to be in other’s people’s business. A best friend and a waitress were two of the most dangerous species to try to get away with something. They would figure it out.

“It’s no big deal,” Tachina stressed, but it seemed neither of them believed her.

“Well, I see she doesn’t want to talk in front of me. Let me take your order so she can spill her guts to you, Addy.” Monica turned to Addison who promptly gave her order.

Tachina glanced back down at the menu. Mind made up, she waited her turn.

“And Miss Tachina, what will you be having?”

“I’ll take the Reuben with extra cheese, extra mustard on the side, make sure they give me the biggest slice of pickle they have, and no chips, I’ll have the house fries instead, please.” She placed her menu back down on the table and again found two sets of eyes on her. She shrugged, unapologetic. “I said I was hungry. Oh, and for a drink, I’ll have a Diet Coke.”

“Really? A diet?” Addison muttered.

“Shut your face.” Tachina blew a kiss at her bestie who rolled her eyes at her.

“I don’t judge. I’ll get your order in and I’ll be back with your drink, babe.” Monica offered her a wink as she collected their menus. She spun on her heel and beelined it through the busy establishment.

“Okay. Now spill it.” Addison was not going to let up on her.

Tachina blew out a deep breath.

It was now or never.

Author Bio:

USA Today best selling author, Peyton Banks, is the alter ego of a city girl who is a romantic at heart. Her mornings consist of coffee and daydreaming up the next steamy romance book ideas. She loves spinning romantic tales of hot alpha males and the women they love. She currently resides with her husband and children in Cleveland, Ohio.

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Monday, April 20, 2026

Book Blitz of Fracture by Basar Gorur. (#Contests)

Fracture
Basar Gorur
(Shadow Sovereign Series, #1)
Publication date: April 17th 2026
Genres: Adult, Techno Thriller

A murdered diplomat. A dying man’s cryptic message. A conspiracy that could shatter NATO.

When U.S. geopolitical strategist Roger ‘Simms ’Osbourne receives word that his colleague and friend Aslı Green has been killed, he inherits more than grief. He inherits her secret: evidence of a sophisticated Russian operation that sank a Ukrainian tanker and made it look like an accident.

Sent to London to sell a critical NATO surveillance system, Simms quickly discovers his official mission is compromised. A powerful British political faction, backed by shadowy money and royal connections, is determined to see him fail. The deeper he digs into Aslı’s murder, the more he realizes the two threats are connected.

Forced to abandon the rulebook, Simms assembles an unlikely alliance: his embattled team, a mysterious operative named Katya who knows too much, and assets on both sides of the law. Together, they uncover a sprawling network funneling Russian profits through international shell companies to fuel a political war against the West.

But Russian Admiral Sidorov isn’t waiting for the dust to settle. His devastating military demonstration exposes NATO’s vulnerabilities and humiliates the alliance on the world stage. And lurking beneath it all is an even darker secret: Chinese technology at the heart of Russia’s most advanced weapons.

Now Simms must wage war on three fronts: political, financial, and military. Because if he fails, his friend died for nothing. And the next strike won’t be disguised as an accident.

For fans of Tom Clancy, Mark Greaney, and Brad Thor.

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EXCERPT:

Ankara. Surveillance van outside Mikhail’s apartment. Evening.

Jack adjusted the lens for the hundredth time. Jones was sorting sunflower seeds by some private system known only to God and possibly his therapist.

“Stilettos,” Jones said.

“We’re not doing this.”

“We’re absolutely doing this. We’ve been here four hours. I’ve counted the bricks on that building. There are 2,847. I’ve earned a conversation.”

“You counted wrong. There are 2,846.”

“You counted them too?”

“Shut up.” Jack refused to look at him. “What about stilettos?”

“Women wear them voluntarily. On purpose. They pay extra for the privilege of balancing on pencil erasers.”

“Groundbreaking analysis. Call the sociology department.”

“I’m serious. Men’s fashion evolution went: uncomfortable, less uncomfortable, sweatpants. Enlightenment achieved. Women’s fashion went: uncomfortable, more uncomfortable, here’s a torture device from the Spanish Inquisition, but we made it beige.”

Jack checked the window. Nothing.

“Maybe they like being tall.”

“Platform sneakers exist. Wedges exist. Sensible block heels exist. Those chunky things that look like orthopedic equipment for fashionable astronauts.” Jones cracked a seed with surgical precision. “The stiletto isn’t about height. It’s about violence.”

“Violence.”

“Think about it. Historically, women couldn’t carry weapons. Swords, daggers, frowned upon. Very unlady-like. But shoes?” Jones gestured broadly, scattering shells. “Nobody regulates footwear. So some genius says, what if we put a three-inch steel spike on a pump and call it couture?”

“That’s actually not terrible.”

“I’m occasionally not terrible. Mark the calendar.”

The radio crackled. Static. The universe’s way of saying nothing was happening, and nothing would happen.

“You know they were daggers first,” Jones said. “Fifteenth century. Little needle-point shivs for punching through armor gaps.”

Jack checked the monitor. Still dark. “We are not talking about fashion history.”

“It’s tactical history. ‘Stiletto ’comes from stilus. The little metal spike Romans used for writing.” Jones pointed a shell at Jack. “It literally means ‘angry pen. ’The shoe is just a knife you can walk in.”

“You made that up.”

“Look it up. CIA even tried to weaponize them in the fifties. Program called Stiletto Rose. Pop-out blades in the heel.”

“Bullshit.”

“Swear to God. Total failure. Mechanics didn’t work. But someone tried.” Jones grinned. “Boredom is the mother of weapons development.”

Jack massaged his temples.

“Your ex-wife had stilettos, didn’t she?”

“Louboutins. Red soles. Cost more than my first car.” Jones found a seed worthy of consumption. “She never wore them. Kept them in the box. I asked why. She said they weren’t for wearing, they were for knowing she could wear them.”

“That explains the divorce.”

“Many things explain the divorce. Most of them are my fault. Some of them footwear-adjacent.”

The window remained dark. Jack was developing a personal vendetta against it.

The radio crackled.

“All teams, target vehicle approaching.”

Jack grabbed the camera. Jones swept the sunflower seeds aside.

“Finally,” Jones said. “I had a whole bit about platform shoes being siege equipment.”

“Save it.”

“Battering rams for the fashion-forward.”

“I will leave you here.”

Author Bio:

Başar Görür;

Writes geopolitical techno-thrillers grounded in institutions, leverage, and the real mechanics behind modern power. He has a BA degree in International Relations.

During his military service, he served on the personal staff of the Commander of the War Academies, working directly for a four-star air force general as an aide and translator. That experience informs how he writes briefings, decision cycles, and pressure under uncertainty.

He later held senior executive roles at PwC and at 3M Corporation headquarters, operating in multinational environments where cross-border incentives and capital flows shape outcomes. He now leads a private asset-management business.

Outside of work, he is a licensed captain and avid scuba diver who spends several months each year at sea and has traveled extensively. These experiences shape the Shadow Sovereign series.

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Saturday, April 18, 2026

Book Blitz of Royal Mayhem by Samantha Jayne Grubey.(#contests--PR box giveaway (UK only) -Amazon gift card (US)

Royal Mayhem
Samantha Jayne Grubey
Publication date: April 15th 2026
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Part one of a duet.

Melinda Brown doesn’t want much in life, graduate university and survive.

Prince Alexander has everything, surrounded be riches and spoilt to the core. Everything he’s ever wanted has been at the tip of his finger due to his prestigious status as future King of England.

Despite coming from two different worlds, they share the same university. One day everything changes when the two crash into each other’s lives, literally.

As they both enter each other’s worlds, they’re forced to make compromises for the sake of their growing attraction.

Will Melinda and Alexander be able to win people with their love, especially when it becomes clear that they both hide secrets? Or will Prince Alexander by denied for the first time by the first woman that he truly wants? Not everything is as it seems in Royal Mayhem.

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EXCERPT:

Rolling onto my side, I was met with thin air falling to the floor letting out a groan as I hit the floor.

How did I fall out of bed?

I opened my eyes seeing I was in the living room. The memories of last night finally came rushing back to me. We had been binge-watching my favourite reality television show and fell asleep.

Looking behind me, Alex was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful. With him asleep, I had time to admire him without him knowing it. It had taken a bit for Alex to get comfortable after the incident again. I could tell he was fighting with himself. There must’ve been a huge part of him that wanted to run and hide, whilst the other part of him wanted to stay.

What scared me the most is that I wanted to know both of those parts of him. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I wanted to know it all. I wanted to know him.

Then, there’s the secret.

Could I cope with not knowing what his secret was?

It was obvious he had one, no adult had a grown babysitter without a reason. The security that had suddenly appeared around the campus, it all coincides with when Alex started at university.

I couldn’t figure out what the reason was.

Did he have a famous and important family?

Was he secretly a political figure?

Would I end up hurt?

I wanted to google him so bad. I reached for my phone, opening up the browser and stared at it.

Could I break my promise?

I told him I wouldn’t.

I let out a groan, throwing my phone back on the sofa.

I stood up, made my way to the bathroom, and showered quickly. I wrap the towel around me heading to the bedroom changing into some clean clothes. My body ached so much. Sleeping on a small sofa with someone else was not the best way to sleep.

After finishing getting ready, I made my way downstairs, Alex was still asleep on the sofa, and into the kitchen. I grabbed a can out of the fridge, opening it and taking a small sip.

Maybe I should prepare some breakfast.

I know Alex brought breakfast things I couldn’t believe he went shopping for me. I don’t think anyone would top what he did for me. I walked into the living room and saw he was sitting up looking confused.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” he said. “I was really confused about where I was then.”

“Do you often wake up at random houses not knowing who you’re with?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not happened in a few years,” he admitted. “Do you have plans today?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want to go on that date?”

“I’d love to.” Butterflies filled my stomach, this was my first real date.

“Great,” he smiled. “I’m going to go home and then I’ll come pick you up” he looked at his phone “around midday if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said. He stood up, stretching his arms out.

I made my way over to the door and let him out. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes, you will. Just so you know, I had fun last night,” he said.

“Me, too.”

He got into his car and drove off.

I headed into the living room, grabbing my phone.

Megan answered straight away. “If this isn’t life or death, I’m going to fucking kill you, Melinda,” she mumbled.

“Does Alex asking me on a date count?”

Author Bio:

Samantha Jayne Grubey is an author of new adult romance.

When she's not writing or reading, she will be playing sims or doing some diamond art and if she isn't doing any of that she could be pole dancing or most likely working.

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