February 21, 2024

The Nightmare Machine Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE NIGHTMARE MACHINE by Tim White Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

THE NIGHTMARE MACHINE
Author: Tim White
Release Date: February 20, 2024
Publisher: Ocean Scribe Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook, Audiobook
Pages: 600

Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/THE-NIGHTMARE-MACHINE

Purchase the book directly from Tim! There’s also a prequel novella! 

What is The Nightmare Machine? Think Silent Hill meets Inception and Monster Hunter International.

Five millennia of suffering. A pilgrimage steeped in terror. Will her quest bring redemption or only a false promise of salvation?

Bangor, Maine. Sara Holcomb knows what she must do. Raised within a secret order devoted to protecting humanity from a malevolent god, the dutiful seventeen-year-old prepares for a terrifying expedition through a world of nightmares. So when the time comes, she convinces three close friends to escort her on a perilous journey to an otherworldly cathedral of bone and blood.

Transported to a land of chaos and horror while they sleep, Sara wrestles with guilt at bringing people she holds dear to this hell from which they may not escape. And as vicious traps and pitiless creatures tear at their bodies and minds, the honor-bound young woman fears they won’t be strong enough to complete the mission that will preserve mankind.

Dreams


December 17, 2021

Bangor, Maine


It was a typical teenage girl’s bedroom, if neater than most. Strips of LED lights, switched off for the evening, ran along the edges of the ceiling. The window in the eastern wall had a broad sill, upon which rested several well-tended potted plants, carefully arranged to soak up the morning sun. The posters of actors and bands were perfectly vertical and precisely aligned next to one another.

Similarly, the books and papers on the desk were stacked neatly and arranged at ninety-degree angles. The white carpet was free of clothes and freshly vacuumed. The walls were a soft pink—a color the paint store called Rose Dust.

In one corner, a pair of tangled headphones lay on top of a hastily discarded backpack, the only sign of mild untidiness. On the wall above the backpack, three shelves displayed various awards for academic achievement and community service. The trophies were meticulously polished, the wooden plaques free of dust.

The alarm clock on the nightstand read 10:00 p.m. The girl asleep in the bed looked like the proper owner of the bedroom. Like the room, she was all right angles, one knee drawn up, the other leg straight, one arm down at her side, the other tucked under the pillow. Her pajama top was white, the bottoms light pink, matching the walls and carpet. Her breathing was slow, even, and perfectly consistent. Like the backpack tossed in the corner, her red hair splayed wildly over the pillow was the only thing that suggested disorder.

An hour passed. She remained motionless, perfectly at peace.

Down the hall, her father slept less peacefully. His room was more sparsely decorated but equally tidy. A few framed vinyl records adorned one wall; an autographed bass guitar hung on another.

The bed was big enough for two, but he slept alone. A single framed photo on the nightstand showed a smiling couple on a beach—him and a woman who hadn’t slept in his bed for twelve years.

A beautifully hand-painted urn on a high shelf held her ashes.

The man often had vivid dreams. Some nights, he dreamed of his wife, waking with moisture in his eyes and a smile on his face. Other nights, his dreams were plagued by dark forms and whispered promises of perdition.

Tonight, he had no dreams. Even so, he slept fitfully. He always did. Another hour passed.

His eyes flew open at the sound of an ear-splitting scream from down the hallway. “Sara!” he shouted, as if by reflex, before he’d even come fully awake. His feet hit the floor as he yanked open the nightstand drawer and closed his fingers around the loaded pistol. He was at his bedroom door in a flash. It opened outward, and even though it was unlocked, he shouldered it open forcefully, causing the knob on the opposite side to punch a large hole in the drywall. His daughter needed him.

At a running pace, her bedroom door was only six steps away. Many thoughts raced through his mind in that brief distance.

At first, he wondered if she had merely had a bad dream, the same sort of bad dream that every teenager has once in a while. He dismissed that notion immediately. Her scream carried discordant notes of heart-wrenching terror far beyond anything that a normal nightmare caused.

Then he thought—hoped—that she’d screamed because someone had broken into the house. That seemed a horrible thing for a father to hope for, that an intruder was in his daughter’s bedroom. But he was armed, he was reasonably strong, and he’d been taking Krav Maga classes twice a week for years; so had Sara. They could defend themselves against an intruder.

Deep in his heart, he knew there was no intruder. The gun in his hand would be useless against this threat. In seventeen years, he’d never heard Sara scream that way before.

Only one thing could make her scream like that.

He reached her bedroom door and flung it open. His eyes weren’t fully adjusted to the darkness, but he could see her sitting up in bed, clutching the sides of her head as though she were suffering the worst headache imaginable. She screamed again, so loudly that he half-expected the window to shatter. He dropped the gun on the floor and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.

“Sara! It’s okay, I’m here!”

She screamed again. Blood dripped from her nose onto her white shirt. Her eyes were screwed shut so tightly that, in the darkness, it looked like she had no eyes at all. Jesus, she’s still asleep, he thought. He shook her again, more violently, shouting her name over and over. He fumbled around on her nightstand until he found the small lamp, switching it on so he could see better.

She was turning blue. She just kept screaming, hunched over, hands clapped over her ears. He tried to move her hands so she could hear him, but she resisted with strength that seemed impossible for her petite frame. His mind raced, trying to think of how he could snap her out of it.

An idea came to him. He swept her up in his arms and jogged back down the hall, toward the bathroom. With an elbow, he clicked on the light, then gently laid her in the bathtub, careful not to bang her head on the porcelain. Hesitating only for a moment, he turned on the cold tap full blast.

Frigid water erupted from the shower head, drenching her instantly. The water was barely above freezing, liquid only because the pipes were wrapped. It had the desired effect. Sara’s eyes shot open, and she gasped in a breath, choking off another scream. She spluttered and began to thrash. She probably thought she was drowning.

Before she could hurt herself, he dragged her out of the tub and sat next to her on the floor. She blinked once, twice, three times, slowly regaining her senses. Her green eyes focused on him, and finally, she saw him.

“Dad?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I’m here, baby,” he said, moving her wet hair out of her face.

She collapsed against him, sobbing. He held her and said nothing, letting her come out of it slowly. He didn’t ask what had done this to her. He knew. An icy chill ran up his spine.

She said nothing either, as though it wouldn’t be true as long as neither of them spoke it aloud.

Gradually, her sobs tapered off, and she began to shiver violently against him. He realized that she was probably freezing in her soaked pajamas. “Go get changed,” he said softly, “before you turn into an ice cube.”

She looked up at him. He could see a question in her eyes that she seemed embarrassed to ask.

“I’ll wait right outside your door,” he said.

That seemed to give her the strength she needed to stand up. He followed her back to her room, retrieved the gun from the floor, and quietly shut the door behind him as he left.

He stood in silence in the dark hallway, his eyes unfocused. He’d known this day was coming, but now that it was here, it seemed unreal.

He wept, silently, just for a minute. It would be the last time he’d allow himself to cry.

His daughter was strong, but she would need his strength as well. He prayed that it would be enough.

Tim White is an author, editor, writing coach, and game designer in Phoenix, Arizona. He started writing fiction in 1996 and nonfiction in 2006. As of 2023, he has published more than 1,000 nonfiction articles and three nonfiction books. He has written three novels, four novellas, dozens of tabletop role-playing game (TTRPG) scripts, and hundreds of short stories.

Tim is a zealous crusader for the power of storytelling to promote human flourishing. He writes fiction in several genres, particularly one that he calls “Romantic horror” (as in “Romantic-era novelists” such as Victor Hugo and Alexandre Dumas, not as in “romance novel”). This little-known genre is unique in that it uses fear as a backdrop against which heroism is sharply contrasted, dramatized, and elevated.

Tim’s storytelling philosophy is summed up eloquently by one of his favorite authors:

“I often hear people say that they read to escape reality, but I believe that what they’re really doing is reading to find reason for hope, to find strength. While a bad book leaves readers with a sense of hopelessness and despair, a good novel, through stories of values realized, of wrongs righted, can bring to readers a connection to the wonder of life. A good novel shows how life can and ought to be lived. It not only entertains but energizes and uplifts readers.” ― Terry Goodkind

Before transitioning to writing full time, Tim was an Army combat medic, and later, a nurse paramedic specializing in trauma and surgery. He is a lifelong shooter and has ranked moderately well in state-level 3-gun competitions. He loves board games, video games, and role-playing games; cats; Pembroke Corgis; good coffee; good books; and escape rooms. He owns an escape room venue in Arizona, where he designs and builds every prop and puzzle in-house.

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Giveaway Details: (there are 2 giveaways)

Bargain Booksy Giveaway:

One winner will be chosen at random on 4/15/2024 and notified via email that they have won the 20 eBooks and a Kindle.

Giveaway Link: https://www.bargainbooksy.com/thriller-giveaway-021524/

Rockstar Book Tours Giveaway:

(1) winner will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Rockstar Book Tours - International.

Ends March 5th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

2/19/2024

@darkfantasyreviews

IG Post

2/19/2024

Kountry Girl Bookaholic

Excerpt/IG Post

2/20/2024

jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Post

2/20/2024

Writer of Wrongs

Excerpt

2/21/2024

The Melting Plot

IG Post

2/21/2024

A Dream Within A Dream

Excerpt

2/22/2024

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

2/22/2024

GryffindorBookishnerd

IG Review

2/23/2024

Kim's Book Reviews and Writing Aha's

Review/IG Post

2/23/2024

@books.mo.reads

IG Review

 Week Two:

2/26/2024

Books and Zebras

IG Review

2/26/2024

@stargirls.magical.tale

IG Review

2/27/2024

@dana.loves.books

IG Review/TikTok Post

2/27/2024

Review Thick And Thin

Review/IG Post

2/28/2024

FUONLYKNEW

Review

2/28/2024

The Momma Spot

Review

2/29/2024

One More Exclamation

Review/IG Post

2/29/2024

Ramblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer

Review/IG Post

3/1/2024

Confessions of the Perfect Mom

Review/IG Post

3/1/2024

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post




February 13, 2024

Kill Call Blog Tour: Guest Post + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the KILL CALL by Jeff Wooten Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!


KILL CALL
Author: Jeff Wooten
Release Date: February 20, 2024
Publisher: CamCat Books
Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook, Audiobook
Pages: 320

Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/KILL-CALL

Dreams do come true. It’s Jude's job to make sure they don’t.

Born with the curse of prophetic nightmares, Jude sees violent murders through the eyes of the killer before they happen. His father, who shares Jude’s dark gift, has trained Jude since birth to save the innocent and to kill the killer. A life for a life―it’s the only way.

But everything goes awry when Hanna Smith, the young woman he was supposed to save, rescues herself instead, and catches Jude in her home. Fate isn’t inescapable, but it demands balance. While Hanna may be safe for now, Jude knows that the killer will strike again, only next time there will be no warning. Jude must now find the killer on his own, without the visions to aid him, in order to carry out the task he’s been training for before it’s too late.

 Book Playlist

Music affects our brains. It’s verifiable with Functional Magnetic Resonance Imaging. When we listen to music, our limbic system lights up like an American sky on the 4th of July. The limbic system is a set of brain structures that filter and affect emotions. As a physical therapist, we see positive reactions with patients with dementia when we let them listen to music. The exact relationship between cognitive function and music is unclear, but it is undeniable.

I say all this to say this. Music makes me want to write. Music inspires me to write. Music motivates me to write.

I understand that some writers can’t have music playing while they work. And that is what it is, but for me, I’m not sure I would have written KILL CALL or anything I’ve written if not for music.

Specifically, eighties alternative. That music puts me in a state of creativity instantly. Not sure why. Maybe because I was a little kid in the eighties. It gives me a sense of nostalgia that just makes me happy. Also, it’s amazing music. Give me a song that tells a story like Human League’s, Don’t You Want Me.

You know it, come on sing it with me:

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

Right? Good stuff.

It’s the first music I remember, too. I firmly believe you will be a fan of the music you grew up with for the rest of your life. You may like other music, but that music from 5ish to 25ish will be with you forever.

The other music I listen to while writing is the Pandora channel Hipster Barbeque.

This one is anyone’s guess. I’m not positive what a hipster is, but I am certain I ain’t one of them. No hate, just facts. I do enjoy a good barbeque, though, but I need to know who’s bringing the potato salad, because I’m very particular about my potato based salads.

Jeff Wooten lives in Arkansas with his wife, three kids, and one dog. He is a physical therapist that works with adults and kids with orthopedic issues.

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(1) winner will receive a finished copy of KILL CALL - US Only.

Ends March 15th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

2/12/2024

Writer of Wrongs

Excerpt/IG Post

2/13/2024

A Dream Within A Dream

Guest Post

2/14/2024

Kountry Girl Bookaholic

Excerpt/IG Post

2/15/2024

@darkfantasyreviews

IG Post

2/16/2024

jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Post/TikTok Post

2/17/2024

Two Chicks on Books

Guest Post/IG Post

Week Two:

2/18/2024

YA Books Central

Interview/IG Post

2/19/2024

Little Red Reads

Excerpt/IG Post

2/20/2024

Callisto’s calling

IG Review

2/21/2024

@dana.loves.books

IG Review/TikTok Post

2/22/2024

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Blog Spotlight/IG Spotlight

2/23/2024

GryffindorBookishnerd

IG Review

2/24/2024

@bookish_aly_cat

IG Post

Week Three:

2/25/2024

Review Thick And Thin

Review/IG Post

2/26/2024

@books.mo.reads

Review/IG Post

2/27/2024

@thepagelady

IG Review

2/28/2024

Books and Zebras

IG Review

2/29/2024

The Momma Spot

Review

3/1/2024

@anitralovesbooksanddogs

IG Review

3/2/2024

@evergirl200

IG Review

Week Four:

3/3/2024

@enthuse_reader

IG Review/TikTok Post

3/4/2024

Lady Hawkeye

Excerpt/IG Post

3/5/2024

Rajiv's Reviews

Review/IG Post

3/6/2024

@enjoyingbooksagain

IG Review

3/7/2024

Confessions Of The Perfect Mom

Review/IG Post

3/8/2024

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post




February 12, 2024

Soxkendi: A Family of Dragons Blog Tour: Guest Post + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the SOXKENDI: A FAMILY OF DRAGONS by Camilla Tracy Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

SOXKENDI: A FAMILY OF DRAGONS
Author: Camilla Tracy
Release Date: February 10, 2024
Publisher: Pudel Threads Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 402

Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/SOXKENDI-A-FAMILY-OF-DRAGONS

Fate can be cruel.
A standalone novel. If you've read the Threads of Magic series, this book is a centuries ahead prequel that also stands alone.


Alexius has been ignored for centuries. He’s quietly taken the blame for his sister’s death and simply tries to get by unnoticed, until his heart won’t let him ignore his mate. Will she bring him closer to his family or pull him away?

Aexie is trying to figure out why she’s turned into a raging, angry dragon that can’t express what she wants to while not letting her anxiety control her.

Jaxon fights to decide how best to keep the family together or if he should just give up and travel the world.

Xerus is learning to navigate the ancient love of his life and run the kingdom he’s been brought up to rule.

As siblings grow up, their duties to themselves clash with their responsibilities to their family and realm. Mysterious attacks force them to put the kingdom first and work together. They need to figure out who the culprit is before their entire realm falls.

Will they come together or will they abandon their duties and watch their kingdom fall to evil?


A scene from another character's POV 

Brixelle

 

I tapped my claws on my thigh one at a time as I stepped forward in the line. I’d flown by the palace, and my mother said I’d been here once as a child. But seeing it up close, even in my dragon form, was intimidating.  

 

The great blue doors would fit at least two of the tallest dragons I knew one atop the other. And they were open. Just like every first day of the week in the month, they stood imposingly. I took another step, looking down to see the plush carpet below my feet. I’d never felt anything quite as soft as this before and felt self-conscious of the dirt I might bring in. I think if I lay down on it, I could take a nap.   

 

There was a brown dragon in front of me and I was glad that he seemed to know what he was doing. He followed the line and stood quietly and I tried to do the same, though my claws kept tapping on my hip. Normally at this time, I was doing something - moving, focused, busy. I had told my mother that I was going to visit one of our neighbors but had made the flight here instead. She wouldn’t want me to come here, to ask for help. But she was all the family I had left. My father had passed a long time ago. It was just me and my mother for most of the life I remembered.  

 

The line moved forward steadily. I was now far enough into the palace that I saw tapestries and paintings that were as big as the side of my house. Intricately painted or made so that it looked lifelike. Sculptures of the various types of citizens - griffons, pegasi, dragons, manticores, minotaurs…just to name a few. I could stare at each of them all day. A cough behind me made me realize I wasn’t following the line. I blinked and hurried my steps to catch up.  

 

Now, we approached doors that were equally as large, but in a pink and white stone. The top layer of stone was white, but as the artists carved into it, the layers underneath were pink, making the shapes of various flying dragons pop out.  

 

We’d already been briefed this morning, when I arrived, on the protocol, when meeting the King and Queen. We would line up one by one and then present our case. We would enter the room individually and bow or curtsy when we first met the royal family and wait for them to speak to us first, or ask us questions. We were to remain two dragon lengths from the dais and would exit the side door around the gallery where we were also invited to stay and watch the rest of the line of citizens make their requests. There had even been snacks and refreshments set up in the courtyard where we had all gathered to wait.  

 

I stood to the side, wanting so badly to stick my head forwards to see the throne room. My claws tapped on my hip faster and faster as my nerves started to fray. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come. Maybe they would laugh at me. Everyone had problems, everyone was struggling. Why would they help me over someone else? I was only a sheep farmer.  

 

“Miss,” the palace staff coughed to get my attention and I blinked at him. The fur around his face moved as he jerked his head towards the open doors quickly.  

 

I nodded. I took a deep breath in and out. This was for my mama. I strode forward, turned, and held my head high as I marched into the throne room.  

 

There were less creatures there than I had expected as I looked around the spacious room. The floor was made of pink and blue stones, the swirls of blue outlined in gold leading toward the dais where the king and queen sat on their thrones. The queen smiled at me as I strode up to them. I remembered at the last second to count two dragon lengths and stop there. My eyes were drawn immediately to the red dragon on the queen’s left. His scales shone bright red, and he stood proud and stoically, but his green eyes reminded me of the billowing grass. They were soft and kind and when they met mine, I felt a part of me snap into place. I forced my gaze back to the monarchs, hoping they didn’t notice me ogling their son.  

 

“Your Majesties, Your Highnesses,” I bowed as low as I could.  

 

“What is your name, dragonling?” the Queen asked me.  

 

“My name is Brixelle. I’ve come today because my mother is sick, and we would ask for enchantments for our property so our labor could be eased.”  

 

The queen paused and I kept my eyes down. Did all the princes have this effect on all the young dragons of a certain age?  

 

“Alexius, why don’t you go with this young dragonette and provide her with the enchantments she needs?” the queen said.  

 

I looked up again at the red dragon. My body glowed without any prompting from me, but instead of a knowing smile, or arrogance in his face, Prince Alexius seemed to freeze for a moment before he blinked and nodded. I bowed my head to the king and queen again before moving to the side door. I knew the moment Alexius had come up right behind me. How did I know where he was without seeing him approach? 

 

“I am honored, Your Highness. Thank you,” I said. I hadn’t expected a royal prince to help me. I dipped my head as I went back to the courtyard I’d come from.  

 

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said. I felt a shiver dance across my scales.  

 

“Where do you live?” he asked, bringing me back to the present.  

 

“On the outskirts of The Gathering,” I said. I wanted to stare at him, but I didn’t want to make the situation more awkward. Surely all princes were as charming as Alexius. I couldn’t be someone special.  

 

“It’ll be much quicker if we fly,” I said. He nodded. His eyes narrowed for a moment as if he was trying to figure something out and then motioned for me to go ahead first. The courtyard wasn’t quite big enough for both of us to take off at the same time. He waited patiently. I swallowed and took off. He joined me in the air a moment later, catching up swiftly.  

 

We flew in silence and I felt myself glow as the tips of our wings danced around each other in the air currents.  

 

“It’s not much farther,” I said. “Just over the rise there.” And I couldn’t help but smile as I saw my home come into view. It loosened some tension in my chest to know I was closer to my mother now. That my sheep were in view. We landed in the grassy field. My sheep didn’t love strangers, so we stayed away from them. I also didn’t know how the prince felt about getting dirty on a farm.  

 

“What enchantments would you like?” he asked. He turned his complete attention to me and my heart did a flip-flop. I could bask under his gaze forever.  

 

“One to protect our livestock, some border alarms, and if you could, a weather detector would be wonderful.” I smiled my most charming smile, knowing it was quite a long list. Hopefully he would be able to do one or two for me.  

 

He laughed and my chest puffed to think I had caused it. In that moment, his face had turned from serious to carefree and joyful and I wanted to do it again.  

 

“I can’t say I’ve ever heard of a weather-detection enchantment, but the others I can do. Can you show me your borders?” he asked.  

 

“Of course, Your Highness.” I lowered my eyes because I couldn’t keep staring at him without making this awkward. He coughed and I took off into the sky.  

 

We flew along the edges of my farm land and I felt blissfully happy. He was a talented flyer, moving with agility and ease. I felt safe next to him.  

 

“Would you object if I set wards up in sections? That way if someone or something triggers one, you’ll know which section to attend to instead of having to search the entire property?”  

 

“Handsome and smart,” I said before I regained control of my mouth. I clamped my jaws together to stop myself. I snuck a peak at him and he grinned. Was he glowing?   

 

“Do you have specific sections you’d like me to divide the property into?” he asked.  

 

Swallowing my own awkwardness, I took a breath and then turned back to him.  

 

“Follow me?” I asked. His face lit up. That pull I had felt earlier, the one that had snapped into place, glowed and I knew, Alexius was my mate.

Camilla is a lover of many mediums of storytelling. She loves to write YA fantasy with strong heroines who can kick butt, find love, and adventure with their animals sidekicks. She always has projects on the go and loves to consume stories of all kinds – books, shows, movies, plays, amongst many others.

When she is not writing, Camilla is often found exploring animal behavior, crafting, drinking a hot beverage, and clicker training her animals.

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(2) winners will receive a Lunar New Year themed box with a finished copy of SOXKENDI: A FAMILY OF DRAGONS & swag - US & Canada Only.

Ends February 27th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

2/12/2024

Writer of Wrongs

Guest Post

2/12/2024

A Dream Within A Dream

Guest Post

2/13/2024

Two Chicks on Books

Guest Post/IG Post

2/13/2024

Lady Hawkeye

Guest Post/IG Post

2/14/2024

YA Books Central

Interview/IG Post

2/14/2024

@darkfantasyreviews

IG Post

2/15/2024

Kountry Girl Bookaholic

Guest Post/IG Post

2/15/2024

@hardcovers.withhans

IG Post

2/16/2024

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Review/IG Post

2/16/2024

Kim's Book Reviews and Writing Aha's

Review/IG Post

Week Two:

2/19/2024

jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Post/TikTok Post

2/19/2024

GryffindorBookishnerd

IG Review

2/20/2024

@evergirl200

IG Review

2/20/2024

Callisto’s calling

IG Review

2/21/2024

@dana.loves.books

IG Review/TikTok Post

2/21/2024

@sparks_books

IG Review

2/22/2024

@niks.bookshelf

IG Review

2/22/2024

The Momma Spot

Review/Guest Post

2/23/2024

Confessions Of The Perfect Mom

Review/IG Post

2/23/2024

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post