Bigger & Badder by Jackson Kane – Blog Tour


Author: Jackson Kane
Title: Bigger & Badder
Series: Caldwell Hope Billionaire Romance
Genre: Billionaire Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design

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๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—–๐—˜๐—ข๐˜๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป. ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป?

I became the youngest billionaire in history because I’m ruthlessโ€”Bigger and Badder than my competition. That’s also why I know investing in this small town’s football stadium is a waste of my time.

What I didn’t know was that she was living here.

Judy is the girl who got away. I’ve thought about her for yearsโ€”the night when we danced together… how she felt in my arms.

Now, I finally have a chance to make her mine. But doing so means going all-in on an investment that’s doomed to fail.

And I never, ever fail.

๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ?

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ-๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ-๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜•๐˜–๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜บ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต-๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ.



Garrett turned to face us. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for us to run to him. He made no motion that he was going to move or be inconvenienced in any way. Almost all of the stadium lights were on, which made the vision of him more imposing. He was one arrogantly confident man in a sea of green. It looked like the whole world was his stage.
What an ass.
The least he could do was meet us halfway. Who did he think he was?
Dad had a genuine grin on his face when I eventually joined him. Everyone else huffed and puffed behind us. Someone told the band to start, and they did. Fortunately for the musicians, they all had string and not wind instruments.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€ I asked Dad cautiously. I thought heโ€™d be furious at the stunt Garrett pulled, instead he almost looked impressed.
โ€œSmart. Very smart,โ€ he said, clearly to himself, through winded breaths. Dad cocked an eye at me when he saw me listening intently. โ€œItโ€™s a power play. Not only did he shock us out of whatever preplanned spiel we had in mind by jumping out of the helicopter, but by forcing us to come to him instead of the other way around, heโ€™s making a statement even before the meeting begins. Heโ€™s saying thatโ€”โ€
โ€œHeโ€™s in control,โ€ I interrupted absently as I studied Garrett who patiently waited for us to approach. With a nickname like the Grim Reaper of whatever, I imagined some gaunt, ugly guy, not a tall wall of muscle.
God, he was handsome.
His short brown hair was lightly tousled by the wind, but still parted to one side. With broad shoulders and chest, and thick arms, he filled out his tailored suit and jacket perfectly. Not even Gloriaโ€™s billionaire husband, Richard, dressed this well.
โ€œFor now.โ€ Dad winked at me. โ€œYour old manโ€™s still got a few tricks up his sleeve. Keep up, Judy.โ€
โ€œHuh?โ€ I asked, slowing down. I wasnโ€™t paying as much attention to Dad as I should have been. My brain could either ogle over this hottie or walk, not both. I forced my head down and sped up, reminding myself that this was business and that I had to be professional. โ€œYeah, of course!โ€
I wasnโ€™t great at being professional, but I was trying. I really wanted to show Dad that I could handle the responsibility this time. I wasnโ€™t about to let some rich guy screw me up. No matter how handsome he was.
โ€œMr. Sullivan?โ€ Garrett asked, extending his hand.
โ€œYes,โ€ Dad said, the heaviness of his breathing from the run over had finally disappeared. โ€œPleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker. It seems you took the scenic route.โ€
โ€œI like to make my own way.โ€ Garrett had a hint of a New Zealand accent that straightened my spine. It wasnโ€™t just that his deep, sexy voice sent shivers through me, I also recognized it.
He used to be a big deal football player. I remembered his poster was hung up on my roommateโ€™s wall in college. It was the last thing I saw every night when I went to sleep.
He wore a few days of stubble over his chiseled jaw; it wasnโ€™t thick enough to hide the dimples in his cheeks, but it was dark enough to highlight his light, piercingly blue eyes.
Wait a minute. Why was everyone so hot and bothered over a football player? Last I heard, he quit playing five years ago. He was pretty, but he was a jock. I hated to stereotype, but playing football and running a stadium were completely different things.
How much could he possibly know about that side of things?
Garrett smoothly surveyed the crowd that gathered around him. Everyone said hello, some tried to introduce themselves fully, but no one could hold his interest long enough to get out their full title. Then, to my surprise, his gaze stopped on me. His eyes were the color of cresting waves and about a thousand times as deep.
โ€œAnd who is this?โ€ he asked.
โ€œMe?โ€ I gasped as if those waves were crashing over and drowning me. I didnโ€™t ask him to notice me. It wasnโ€™t like I was standing out in a crowd fangirling or anything; I was slightly behind both Dad and the other board members. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.
โ€œUh, hi.โ€ I smiled, stammering the words out like a gibbering idiot. Garrett patiently waited, giving me all his attention. The band played a little louder to relieve some of the tension, but that seemed to only make everything more intense between us. I felt like I was going to turn into a puddle under his gaze. โ€œThey call me Judyโ€”โ€


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The Secret of the Sacred Scarab by Fiona Ingram – Great Summer Reads 2020





I am a childrenโ€™s author, but up until a few years ago, I was a journalist and editor. Something rather unexpected sparked my new career as an authorโ€”a family trip to Egypt with my mother and two young nephews. We had a great time and I thought Iโ€™d write them a short story as a different kind of souvenirโ€ฆ. Well, one book and a planned book series later, I had changed careers. I have now published Book 3 (The Temple of the Crystal Timekeeper) in my MG adventure series Chronicles of the Stone, with many awards for the first book, The Secret of the Sacred Scarab, and a few for Book 2, The Search for the Stone of Excalibur, and one already for Book 3! I also teach online novel writing for aspiring authors and I find that very satisfying. Relaxation time finds me enjoying something creative or artistic, music, books, theatre or ballet. I love doing research for my book series. I love animals and have written two animal rescue stories. I have two adorable (naughty) little dogs called Chloe and Pumpkin, and a beautiful black cat called Bertie.






In this exciting Middle Grade adventure set in Egypt, a 5000-year-old mystery comes to life. A scruffy peddler gives Adam and Justin Sinclair an old Egyptian scarab on their very first day in Egypt. Only when the evil Dr. Faisal Khalid shows a particular interest in the cousins and their scarab, do the boys realise they are in terrible danger. Dr. Khalid wants the relic at all costs. Justin and Adam embark upon the adventure of a lifetime, taking them down the Nile and across the harsh desert in their search for the legendary tomb of the Scarab King, an ancient Egyptian ruler. They are plunged into a whirlpool of hazardous and mysterious events when Dr. Khalid kidnaps them. They learn more about the ancient Seven Stones of Power and the mysterious Shemsu-Hor. They must translate the hieroglyphic clues on the underside of the scarab, as well as rescue the missing archaeologist James Kinnaird, and their friend, the Egyptologist Ebrahim Faza, before time runs out!




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The animal leaped forward. Adam looked back at the horizon and gasped. An enormous wall of whirling, yellow dust was bearing down on them at frightening speed. It was gaining on them so rapidly that it seemed to be just an armโ€™s length away. Adam and Justin leaned over their saddles and clung to their camelsโ€™ necks. The usually indolent beasts galloped along like racehorses, with their necks outstretched and their ears flattened back. It was as if they understood the terrible danger just behind them.

โ€œItโ€™s a sandstorm!โ€ Adam yelled.

The howling wind whipped his words away and Justin just shook his head to show he couldnโ€™t hear. Ahead of them, the men were looking back, beckoning and yelling, but the shriek of the sandstorm drowned out their voices. The camels threw their long legs forward as they strained to run faster. Sand swirled in eddies around their thudding feet. Already the stinging gusts of grit-laden air were whipping the four figures. The sand scoured their skin as the wind battered their fragile bodies. In seconds, their eyes began burning and their mouths filled with choking dust. The four frightened beasts thundered crazily across the dunes, their riders clinging like limpets to their backs. One of the men pointed to the left, toward a small rocky plateau and, as the camels veered instinctively in that direction, Adam saw a narrow ravine plunging downward. The wind shrieked as if in anger that its intended victims might escape. The sandstorm closed over them with a wailing ferocity. The brigadierโ€™s rambling tales of his desert experiences hadnโ€™t prepared Adam for the real thing. The first impact hit with a gigantic force and thundered against their makeshift shelter. With banshee howls, the great gusts of stinging sand blasted against the camelsโ€™ tough hide. However, apart from a few bad-tempered moans, the camels simply pushed their heads down to escape the worst of the sandstormโ€™s wrath.





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The Secret Sisters Club by Monique Bucheger – Audio Book Tour



Twelve-year-old BFFโ€™s Ginnie West and Tillie Taylor, want to be sisters. Ginnie’s widowed dad plus Tillie’s divorced mom could equal a lifetime of round-the-clock girl talk and slumber parties. Too bad Dad vowed to never marry again. 

Ginnie and Tillie come up with the perfect scheme to change his mind: โ€˜Operation Secret Sistersโ€™ (aka OSS). After all, if they canโ€™t get Dad to move on, Tillie canโ€™t move in.








When Monique isnโ€™t writing, you can find her playing taxi driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the โ€œMamarazziโ€ at any number of child-oriented events.

Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children and 3 in-law kids, eleven granddarlings, 5 cats, and many real and imaginary friends.


She is the author of five published books (and several unpublished ones) and is in two anthologies. You can find more about Monique and her works at: www.moniquebucheger.blogspot.com 


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Snippet # 2) This is a scene between Tillie and her mom–that tells what Tillie REALLY wants: Matilda Grace, I know you donโ€™t like people to fuss over you, but itโ€™s your birthday. I want to celebrate you with your friends.โ€ Tillie groaned. โ€œMom, I donโ€™t want a big party. Just take Ginnie and me shopping. Please? Thatโ€™s good enough.โ€ She shook her head. โ€œWhat twelve year-old doesnโ€™t want a real party?โ€ The kind of twelve-year-old who likes being invisible so people donโ€™t ask you questions you donโ€™t want to answer. Tillie smiled. โ€œMom, itโ€™s my birthday. I like being with the Four Musketeers. I think that would be fun.โ€ I want you to marry Ginnieโ€™s dadโ€“thatโ€™s what I really wish for my birthday, Ginnie and I have talked about being sisters a million times. Thatโ€™s what I want โ€ฆ to be sisters, only for real.

Snippet # 3) This is an intense scene between Ginnie and her dad: โ€œLook at me.โ€ She turned slightly in the opposite direction. He blew out an impatient breath. โ€œYou heard me.โ€ It took every bit of will power Ginnie had to ignore him. โ€œFine.โ€ He walked around her and stopped when he stood directly in front of her. She swallowed quickly and dropped her gaze to the gravel lane just beyond his boots. โ€œReally? Thatโ€™s the way you want to handle this?โ€ โ€œHandle what?โ€ โ€œThis insanity that started out a civilized conversation … before it took a sharp turn at crazy.โ€ He shook his head. โ€œTell me why you ran.โ€ Ginnie shrugged and whirled from him.






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A God Who Hates Women by Dr Majid Rafizadeh – Book Review

I repeat.. ‘THIS IS THE BIOGRAPHY OF THE AUTHOR’s MOTHER’. The incidents detailed in this book are NOT imaginary and fictitious. I’m sure thisย book would have been criticised immensely if it was fiction.ย 
Author says, “Religious ideologies can justify even the most horrible crimes against humanity by claiming that such acts are warranted in order to serve their God.”ย  Extremely well said.

I’m at loss of words after reading this book. I know there are plenty of such women around us and the things they put up with breaks my heart. The book is about Majid’s mother who is born in Syrian family, various incidents of her life and her struggle to give decent life to her kids.ย 

Author saysย that girls are taught from early age that marriage is the sole purpose of a girl and they have no say in choosing their partner. “A girl, my mother and her sisters had been repeatedly told, should always be grateful when a manโ€”no matter who he was, what he looked like, or how old he wasโ€”agreed to take her as his wife. Nothing could blemish a man. โ€œJust being a man and having that male sexual organ makes men irreproachable,โ€ my grandmother had often joked.” – quotes the author.

I will mention a simple situation that deeply implies the insignificance of the girl child. “In the Arab world, people usually refer to a person not by the name given to them, but through their children. Therefore, a person will be either โ€˜the mother ofโ€”โ€™ or โ€˜the father of โ€”โ€™ and it is generally the name of the oldest son that is used to establish this indirect form of reference. In cases where the oldest child is a girl, the name of the younger son is used, and if the person doesnโ€™t have any sons, then people use the name of a boy which the father desires to have in the future.”ย Imagine.. an unborn son is worth more than an alive girl, according to them.

Talking about the so-called religious women who think low of the fellow women who go to universities and work alongside men, author says, ” Whether these women truly believed in what they were saying is something open to questioning, but when indoctrination starts at the womb, then it is difficult to weed out the truth from an acquired belief. Were these women expressing honest opinions or were they simply repeating words which the male-dominated society around them had drilled into them?” How true!

There is an incident in this book I would like to quote in my own words.ย 
‘A 7 yr old kidย sneaksย into school without his father’s knowledge. When he excels at academics, the principal comes to talk to his father to suggest that he goes to a better school. But the father after finding out that the son was going to school without going to work, that too a school that teaches western information, he beats the kid and orders him to stop going to school. The kid begs to let him go to school. The father then asks the kid, ‘How does sun rises and sets?’ The kid with the knowledge he acquired at school tells explains about the axis, earth’s rotation and all. The father grows angrier and beats the kid more saying, ‘This is what those westerners teach. They are infidels. The sun raises because 70000 angels push the sun up and sets because 70000 angels bring it down.’ That day, that kid’s heart breaks and decides he won’t believe in a religion that stopped him from going to school.’ This simple scene speaks volumes.

Many such scenarios are described in this book. Denial of education and basic rights for girl child, child marriages, polyamory, lack of birth control, domestic abuse, rape culture, etc.ย  You can also find many number of facts about the situation in Iran and Syria, poverty, civil war, repression, prisons, refuge camps and many more. I recommend everyone to read this book.
Author of this book, Dr Majid Rafizadeh is half Iranian and half Syrian. He graduated from Harvard and is now a renownedย Iranian-American political scientist and president of the International American Council on the Middle East. He serves on the board of Harvard International Review of Harvard International Relations Council.

He accredits all his success to his mother’s sacrifices and hard work to provide food and other basic needs.