I am thrilled to be hosting a spot
on the BLINDSPOTS by Rhonda Parrish Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out
my post below.
About The Book:
Author: Rhonda Parrish
Pub. Date: June 5, 2023
Publisher: Poise and Pen Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 195
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/BLINDSPOTS
The war is done.
Ricky wants some time to lick his wounds and learn what the new normal is going to look like for him but then his brother goes missing. Now Ricky needs to team up with his wartime friends (and at least one dog he'd hoped never to see again) to find him, figure out what's going on and save the world.
Again.
And the clock is ticking...
Excerpt:
Choosing an
excerpt to share from a novel can be challenging. You must choose a brief bit
of the story that will capture people’s attention and also accurately give a
taste of the book without requiring too much context. Usually I share the very
first couple hundred words, however, because this book is kind of tricky to
define I actually already shared the
first chapter on my blog (you can read it here --> https://www.rhondaparrish.com/home/blindspots-chapter-one/
). So that complicated my choice. But only a little bit *wink*
Another of my favourite scenes happens right near the
start of the story. Our intrepid hero Ricky the (mostly) Golden Retriever has arrived
at his friend Winter’s workshop.
Winter didn’t like us scratching at her door to get her attention,
so she’d rigged up a doorbell system using a rope tug.
I caught the rope in my teeth, thankful for the knot that had been
tied on the end, and pulled. It tasted exactly how you’d expect a giant piece
of doggie dental floss to taste and I was also rewarded by the sound of the
buzzer echoing through the depths of Winter’s hovel.
Then, I heard something move above me. I leapt back, hackles
raised, growling, and saw a telescoping pole separate itself from the wall and
lurch awkwardly in my direction.
I growled louder, and let loose a bark just before Winter’s
chuckle crackled through a speaker near the door.
“Don’t panic, Ricky,” she said. “Just me getting a look at you.
Come on in.”
“Don’t panic, Ricky,” I mumbled under my breath. Easy for her to
say, she wasn’t the one who’d just had part of a wall come to life and come
straight for him.
I heard her chuckle once more, so she must have heard me, and then
the resonant click of her speaker ticking off. I pushed the door open and
wandered inside.
Stacks of boxes and papers and metal woopdewoos loomed over me
from either side and a basket hanging over my head rattled when my tail tapped
against it. I tucked my tail in close to my body and ducked my head. I did not
want to cause an avalanche in here. No one could expect to survive that.
“I am over here,” she called, from somewhere in the depths of her
labyrinth. The good news was, like with any labyrinth, there was only one
direction I could go. Her collected bits and bobs created walls which
effectively left only one path, and I was on it.
I stepped carefully. In stark contrast to every other horizontal
surface in the place, Winter’s floor was clean and clear. But even so I’d
tromped on a tiny spring last time I’d been here and it had stabbed deep enough
into the pad of my foot that I’d been limping for a week afterward.
One day there was going to be a ground rumble around here and all
this stuff was going to bury Winter tighter than a grunt in a foxhole. Winter
said no way, but I figured that just went to show that no matter how brilliant
you are we all have blindspots.
I wound my way through the various stacks of stuff and eventually
found Winter. The room was round, I think, though it was difficult to tell with
the stacks and piles of all manner of metal thingamagigs. Winter was right in
the middle of it, where the floor was most concave. She was staring through
what looked like a pair of binoculars, except that they were attached to a
series of pipes and poles. Three wide screens were arrayed directly in front of
her, flickering between different scenes in and around her home. A series of
buttons, levers and what looked like the stick shift from a very large truck
filled the rest of the space that made up her workstation.
I saw the front door flash into view on one of the monitors.
Fenton, Meep and Moo had all made it.
Winter is a lot of fun for me – she’s the
only one of Ricky’s friends who isn’t a dog and I enjoy making her a big of a
collector as well as the genius of the group. She’s also named in honour of my
late mother, who loved owls, so that’s another point in her favour.
Oh! And I loved Winter’s workshop so much
that I commissioned the amazing Allie MacAlister to illustrate it for me!
That is just one of four illustrations by
Allie that are in the book. Because, who says books for grown-ups can’t have
cute pictures?
About Rhonda Parrish:
Like a magpie, Rhonda Parrish is constantly
distracted by shiny things. She’s the editor of many anthologies and author of
plenty of books, stories and poems. She lives with her husband and cats in
Edmonton, Alberta, and she can often be found there playing Dungeons and
Dragons, bingeing crime dramas or cheering on the Oilers.
Her website, updated regularly, is at http://www.rhondaparrish.com and
her Patreon, updated even more regularly, is at https://www.patreon.com/RhondaParrish
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Tour Schedule:
Week One:
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6/5/2023 |
Excerpt |
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6/6/2023 |
IG Post |
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6/7/2023 |
Excerpt/IG Post |
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6/8/2023 |
Guest Post/IG Post |
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6/9/2023 |
Guest Post |
Week Two:
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6/12/2023 |
Guest Post |
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6/13/2023 |
Guest Post/IG Post |
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6/14/2023 |
Excerpt/IG Post |
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6/15/2023 |
Review/IG Post |
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6/16/2023 |
Review |
Week Three:
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6/19/2023 |
Review/IG Post |
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6/20/2023 |
IG Review/TikTok Post |
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6/21/2023 |
IG Review/TikTok Post |
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6/22/2023 |
IG Review |
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6/23/2023 |
IG Review/TikTok Post |
Week Four:
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6/26/2023 |
Review/IG Post |
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6/27/2023 |
Review/IG Post |
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6/28/2023 |
IG Review |
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6/29/2023 |
IG Review |
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6/30/2023 |
IG Review |
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