tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44942527811145289372024-02-06T20:08:45.255-08:00Beth Rinyu AuthorBethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-1441965257198737702021-05-07T03:35:00.001-07:002021-05-07T03:35:59.015-07:00Weekend Surprise!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> It's Mother's Day Weekend, and the perfect way to start it out is with a book about...you guessed it, a MOM! Melanie is a newly divorced mother of twin girls. She's not necessarily looking for love...but it just happens to find her in a person she least suspects! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Read When The Chips Are Down for free this weekend!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://mybook.to/WhenTheChipsAreDown">mybook.to/WhenTheChipsAreDown</a><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_1x0DotiPqgWn_qBKV12zeBuQkI9s9Gl-GW6gzDFK6LW5ziI68haM0MisgAc6ozSq426hnLZT9utsFqOGoU9Kte7mYd59vAijHiPF7ArXy6BiqqfEURvuA2rA3V03bhU4aWUrHg215Y/s1200/Facebook+Post-14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_1x0DotiPqgWn_qBKV12zeBuQkI9s9Gl-GW6gzDFK6LW5ziI68haM0MisgAc6ozSq426hnLZT9utsFqOGoU9Kte7mYd59vAijHiPF7ArXy6BiqqfEURvuA2rA3V03bhU4aWUrHg215Y/s320/Facebook+Post-14.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-65306578451071059802021-04-28T15:47:00.005-07:002021-04-28T15:47:51.189-07:00Her Name Was Annie is Live<p>FINALLY! I get to share my latest book with all of you. Her Name Was Annie is live! Grab your copy today. Kindle Unlimited Subscribers read for free. </p><p>Here's What People are saying...</p><p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Flawless writing that sucked me in from the very first word… Everything about this book will grip at your heart” - Three Chicks and Their Books</span></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">“My emotions were all over the place and I loved every word of it.” - Goodreads reviewer</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">“This story will literally bring you to your knees. You will laugh, cry, get mad, have a ton of emotional moments throughout the entire book.” - Goodreads reviewer</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="fro9s" data-offset-key="chc82-0-0" style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twj7NFZ05FA/YInk_EmuDXI/AAAAAAAADeI/4BBle4khMFsMtdVWCVcaJuDEOdPpqIWxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s781/Facebook%2BAd-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="781" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twj7NFZ05FA/YInk_EmuDXI/AAAAAAAADeI/4BBle4khMFsMtdVWCVcaJuDEOdPpqIWxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Facebook%2BAd-4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="chc82-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/HerNameWasAnnie">Purchase Here</a><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-3526612316689947892021-04-27T03:25:00.002-07:002021-04-27T03:25:31.717-07:00It's a Release Day Eve Surprise <p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tomorrow is the big day...I get to share my next book baby with all of you! 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To say I knew how that ocean was feeling at that moment wouldn’t have been a lie. Ashamedly, I had let out my own frustrations a time or two in the same manner. Time had moved on, and my heart should have as well. But every now and then, I’d reserve a pity party for one with a bottle of wine on the beach that held so many memories. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The stilted house that sat behind me had been built by my parents when I was a little girl. My mother and I spent every summer in that home. Long, happy days on the beach, making sandcastles and playing in the waves, then staying up way past my bedtime. There wasn’t a care in the world back then. It was a tradition I had continued with my own daughter, hoping she had formed the same sense of solace I had growing up. Those fond memories of summers gone by were now just a flicker of happier times I would never get back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lifting my wineglass to my lips, I took a long, slow sip of merlot, savoring the soft, sensual texture as it slid down my throat. A squall of air shot down the beach, blowing the sand like a storm in the desert. A strand of windblown hair stuck to my face, dampened by the misty salt air, as I gazed up at the ominous sky, watching the dark clouds move at warp speed overhead. It was an eerie sight, like a scene from a movie where the world was about to end. Was it a sign or just my feelings at the moment? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There was no doubt, the anniversary of today was a hard one for me to face, but lately it seemed as if every day was getting a little harder to get through. Time was moving on whether I liked it or not, and just when I was starting to get back in this game of life, the rules were changing once again. My baby was a senior in college, and I had celebrated my forty-eighth birthday a few months ago. The dating pool was slowly drying up with most men in my age group either looking and acting like old men, married, or even worse yet—never been married, which always led to the question of “why?” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I had found out the answer to that question more than my fair share of times. Either they were egotistical playboys who still had the mindset of a twenty-year-old and preferred the company of much younger women, or they were much too set in their ways to even entertain the idea of a woman changing things up on them. I had been in one serious relationship and a few casual dates since Jack and I had divorced, not because I really wanted to, but because I felt like I needed to do it to prove I had moved on. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The only person I was fooling was myself because after eight years of being divorced, I still felt stuck in a world that wasn’t mine. I had always had my daughter, Kara, to keep me busy and keep my mind from wandering to places it didn’t want to go, but now she was away, just beginning her life, which gave me more time than I needed to delve into my head. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I picked up the bottle of wine, pouring myself another glass. Grabbing a handful of sand in my fist, I sifted it through my fingers while sifting through the years gone by like a movie in my head. Jack and I had been high school sweethearts. My parents always thought I could do better, but their opinions were no match for young love. We married shortly after we graduated from college, both fortunate enough to land jobs in our respective career choices right away. Me as an elementary school teacher, and him in law enforcement. Fast-forward twenty-five years, and I was still working at that same school I started at. Some of my very first students were now married with children of their own, while Jack had moved himself up to the upper echelons of the FBI. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Life always seemed to work out that way. It was always the woman who sacrificed everything. I never regretted one moment of not trying to advance my career to become a guidance counselor or a school administrator like I always said I was going to do. Once Kara came along, she became my world, and any thoughts of career advancement halted. She wasn’t planned, but she was the best detour my life could’ve ever taken. I had the perfect setup; my mother would watch her as a baby while I was at work. I had all the major holidays off and summers to spend with her. What more could I ask for? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The entire time I was pouring myself into motherhood, Jack was giving every ounce of himself to his career. Maybe I had made it too easy for him to do. Always being the one keeping everything perfectly balanced in our life. It was something I came to accept, knowing it went hand in hand with his job, but in the interterm of trying to be the best mother and understanding wife, I lost a piece of myself. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I saw all the red flags of a troubled marriage long before the final nail was put in the coffin. We had drifted further and further apart. Instead of facing our problems together, we went at them alone—or shall I say, I did. Jack tried to tackle it as a team, but I just pushed him away. I tried telling myself things would get better—<i>I</i> would get better and put our marriage back together, but when I met <i>her,</i> I knew that would never be a possibility any longer. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were at a work party for Jack, I had just turned forty and was feeling insecure in that fact alone, but when I saw her, that insecurity skyrocketed to a whole new level. Super skinny, brunette, blue eyes, perfect hair, perfect teeth, and at least ten years my junior—and Jack’s. He introduced her as his colleague, Charmaine. My sixth sense kicked in immediately, and I knew she was much more than just a colleague. I had never forgotten the look on her face when he pulled me close and kissed me on my cheek in front of her. It was as if he were cheating on her with me and not vice versa. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I still to this day don’t know why he did that. Was he trying to make her jealous or was he trying to convince himself that he was still in love with me? When we got home that night, I thwarted his attempts at sex and finally confronted him about it. After a poor attempt at denying it, he came clean, swearing to me that it only happened once and it was me he loved. But it was too late, my trust had been broken along with my heart. He moved out the next day and our divorce had become final a few months after that. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I shook my head, fighting off the what-ifs. What if I had gone to see a counselor like he had begged me to do? What if I had taken him back during his many drunken midnight attempts at my doorstep? It was all in the past now. I’d always have a place in my heart for him as the father of my child, but I’d also have the memory of him being a cheater marked in my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As the first drops of rain fell from the clouds, I took that as my warning to head inside. I picked up my wine bottle along with my glass and stood up, sucking in the cool, salty air one last time. Wiping the sand off my backside, I focused my attention toward the water, catching a glimpse of a man walking along the edge of the ocean. Even from a distance, I could sense he was deep in thought. I eyed him up keenly, ignoring the raindrops pelting me in the face. He tilted his head back, looking up at the sky, then turned around in my direction, seeming to be as focused on me as I was on him. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better look, but it was useless. He had turned away, then took a few wary steps into the water. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span>What is he doing?</span></i><span> It was mid-November. The water was freezing, not to mention the incessant warnings of the approaching storm and riptides.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Hey!” I shouted, but it was useless. My voice was no match for the powerful waves or the roaring wind. My eyes darted up and down the beach to see if there was someone else with him, but it was deserted. “Hey!” I bellowed once again, dropping my wine bottle and glass in the sand, taking double strides toward the water as the man submersed himself farther and farther into the depths of Mother Nature’s wrath. “Mister!” I screamed, standing at the edge of the ocean as the cool mist from the water shrouded my face. Stepping in farther, I stopped once the water hit my knees, soaking right through my sneakers and saturating my jeans. I remained steady on my feet, battling with the ferocious undertow as I searched amongst the relentless white caps for a sign of him, but he was nowhere to be found. He had disappeared—swallowed up into the depths of the ocean as if he’d never even existed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); font-size: 14px;">Copyright (c</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); font-size: 14px;">) 2021 - Beth Rinyu</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href=" http://mybook.to/HerNameWasAnnie">Preorder Your Copy Today</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57614214-her-name-was-annie">Add to Goodreads</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDT-X89I0xBZbwRXk3nPl1Yr8qGi0-gTJi9_5ESTs1186Od2WQl21dQXjHqKHbUzP2cq8UlnQo6BtT_F2M0nOkPkxHC8QnH0BKZ-Yq_sFxZ4zlfkCN5z2wA8BL2ieYMVkkCzrDL335A_4/s2048/HNwA+ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDT-X89I0xBZbwRXk3nPl1Yr8qGi0-gTJi9_5ESTs1186Od2WQl21dQXjHqKHbUzP2cq8UlnQo6BtT_F2M0nOkPkxHC8QnH0BKZ-Yq_sFxZ4zlfkCN5z2wA8BL2ieYMVkkCzrDL335A_4/s320/HNwA+ebook.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-10640305324545928932021-04-05T03:10:00.001-07:002021-04-05T03:10:23.937-07:00Enter My Goodreads Giveaway<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>It's release month! My latest book will be available on March 28th. If you enjoy stories with an older heroine, this one is for you. There's a little mystery and also a second chance romance thrown in.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgknXldMD7EOYUI1tKuvTZwooERuPqaIIBMIrrQOLLgqEXsYMAf4-M-zOR7-i6Sc-Ue8XimJit0WO3elgq1QeptRQNMTHJr1r3601YS5YEE6h7X67uh4MjzweqJ3U3vLOdyajgv2Wkvs/s2048/HNwA+ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgknXldMD7EOYUI1tKuvTZwooERuPqaIIBMIrrQOLLgqEXsYMAf4-M-zOR7-i6Sc-Ue8XimJit0WO3elgq1QeptRQNMTHJr1r3601YS5YEE6h7X67uh4MjzweqJ3U3vLOdyajgv2Wkvs/s320/HNwA+ebook.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b> I'm giving away 3 signed copies of Her Name was Annie. 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BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-47975314144805241802021-02-18T05:12:00.000-08:002021-02-18T05:12:13.873-08:00Look What I've Got Coming Up...I've got a new book on the horizon...want to hear all about it? I'm assuming if you're still reading this, you do, so here it goes....<div><br /></div><div>This one is a little different than my usuals in that the protaganist is forty-eight instead of my usual twenty-something/thirty-something characters. I liked the idea of writing about about a woman who is my age because sometimes...a lot of times actually, books portray women over forty as "old" and that just makes me angry. I would classify this story as women's fiction with a pinch of mystery and a second chance romance thrown in along the way. The steam factor is very low. I know a few of my readers were unhappy with me in my last book (The People We Meet Along The Way) because there wasn't much steam, but as I grow and mature as a writer, I'm becoming of the mindset that less is more. I feel like I can get my point across without going in to explicit details. I'm not knocking other writer's who do, in fact, I admire them for being able to write a good sex scene, it's just not my style anymore. I do believe we evolve and change as writer's from toying with other genres that we wouldn't have dare to explore when we first started out to changing up our writing styles, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. So for my steam loving readers...sorry, this may not be the book for you. But I will say this, the story itself will hold your interest (at least I hope it does). It starts out like this....</div><div><br /></div><div>Stephanie (our protagonist) is sitting on the beach waiting for the storm to come in, reflecting on her life. She's a divorcee whose daughter is off at college, and she's really unsure of where her next step in life is going to take her. As she's readying herself to leave the beach, she witnesses a man walking by the water. The wind is blowing, the rain is coming down, and the waves in the ocean are ruthless. So, imagine her surprise when the man takes his first steps into the water. Who is he? Why is he taking such drastic measures? These are all questions that will be answered as the story goes along. So, mark your calendars for April 28th. Be sure to add it to your <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56896588-her-name-was-annie">Goodreads TBR list</a>. I'll be sharing the beautiful cover on March 10th, so be on the lookout!! 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I'm a HUGE audiobook listener and always imagined hearing one of my stories being played through my earbuds as I'm going for a walk, sitting on the beach, driving in my or cleaning the house. I'm proud to announce that The People We Meet Along The Way is now available on audio. So, if you're a audiobook veteran or an audiobook virgin, check it out and see what's so great about <i>listening</i> to your book. It took me a long time to cross that line into the audio world and once I did, I was hooked. The People We Meet Along The Way is available on Audible, Amazon and also on iTunes. Happy Listening!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.audible.com/pd/B08NCTSX42/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-222549&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_222549_rh_us">Audible US</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B08NCKDSQV/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H6-BK-ACX0-222549&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_222549_rh_uk">Audible UK</a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSkBl734QvC3xLHasfNECbPOvjUSgzQgzE7rvNzu44d5UgolnpFvl1BXko3R05KgkxXZfyqt74-RVDKA2GPBk8pJLyVRonDAvAlZ2B8wbPpTRprUvl1B610MBiVp8UnPHiMVQukfxXwU/s748/tPWMAtW+audiobook-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="748" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSkBl734QvC3xLHasfNECbPOvjUSgzQgzE7rvNzu44d5UgolnpFvl1BXko3R05KgkxXZfyqt74-RVDKA2GPBk8pJLyVRonDAvAlZ2B8wbPpTRprUvl1B610MBiVp8UnPHiMVQukfxXwU/s320/tPWMAtW+audiobook-2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-17703617870952103962020-09-17T02:23:00.000-07:002020-09-17T02:23:17.181-07:00The People We Meet Along The Way Is Live!!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"> I can't believe the day is finally here, the day I get to share my latest set of characters with all of you. It's so special and personal for a writer to be able to do this. For months, maybe even years, these characters or friends (as they become known as by their creators) only exist on the screen of their computers and in their hearts. They spend good days and bad days with them. When they want to escape from reality they know that all they have to do is open their laptop and they're there waiting, like an old friend putting on a cup of tea or that warm soft blanket not the back of the couch on a cold dreary day. On release day we share these new friends with the rest of the world, and just like in life, some people may like them the moment they first meet them, some people may need a little time to warm up to them, and some people may just not get them at all. I'm hoping all of you take a chance on getting to know them because I think they're pretty great (even if I am being a bit biased). I hope their story pulls you in and temporarily erases all of the craziness of the real wold we live in. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">That's all any author can hope for!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Enjoy xo</span></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"></div></div><p> </p><blockquote><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130;">“What if those cracks aren’t really mistakes we made in life but instead something else?”...</span></i></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130;">“What do you see them as?” he asked.</span></i></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130;">“People. The smaller ones are people who have come and gone in our life, the bigger ones are people we’ve known for a long time, and the ones that are just beginning to form are the people we’ve just met. All of them intersect in some way or another, shaping us into who we are, giving the flowers amongst them the foundation to change and grow.”</span></i></div></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08B4TYW14">Download US:</a> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08B4TYW14">Download UK:</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2tHAzXrX3eilmGdsVBPLuf9KOPn_HgJP2B5b7XHeANwX6iulTUfTyd1zfCgclDX4fusPTe_hGJs_RDDle8R6wKFq_Uxzsq46SALU1PRcMFrlZhkXpGoN8i83wwSaQvT6lbMZ7ex4zr0/s2048/tPWMAtW+ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1349" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2tHAzXrX3eilmGdsVBPLuf9KOPn_HgJP2B5b7XHeANwX6iulTUfTyd1zfCgclDX4fusPTe_hGJs_RDDle8R6wKFq_Uxzsq46SALU1PRcMFrlZhkXpGoN8i83wwSaQvT6lbMZ7ex4zr0/w264-h400/tPWMAtW+ebook.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"></div></div>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-37786933726135755062020-09-15T17:11:00.000-07:002020-09-15T17:11:02.349-07:00Every Writer Knows...<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"> The worst time for a writer is when they're stuck. It's that time when they have a story brewing in their mind, but they haven't ironed out all the details. Major missing pieces and plot holes invade every crevice of their brain. No matter how hard they try to to make the story jive, it just doesn't seem to work. It's like putting a square peg into a round hole. Every author knows exactly what I'm talking about. I have an idea for a story that I know could be great if I could just find those missing pieces. I'm dying to create new characters, new places, and new stories, but I know I can't until I could fill in the blanks. So, I'm not going to stress because I know it will come to me when I least expect it. Maybe while I'm walking through the woods, maybe while I'm people watching or maybe as I'm lying in bed just before those last few moments of consciousness give way to sleep. I think it might be our subconscious telling our wandering minds to rest a bit. Take in reality before escaping to a fictional world. But quite honestly, can you think of any other time than now to flee from reality? So for now, I'm going to lose myself in other writer's fictional worlds by reading or shall I say...listening (I'm an audiobook junkie) and hopefully I'll find those missing pieces I'm looking for along the way!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PoHZm83r8kw/X2FXmb2fZHI/AAAAAAAADZA/9ZGXWKu6Vzkr_-WNOp71lgUC4uxcHU54QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/pexels-ann-h-3482441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PoHZm83r8kw/X2FXmb2fZHI/AAAAAAAADZA/9ZGXWKu6Vzkr_-WNOp71lgUC4uxcHU54QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/pexels-ann-h-3482441.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-19598578768165687502020-09-07T05:47:00.002-07:002020-09-07T05:48:19.480-07:00It's the Unofficial End of Summer<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"> Labor Day (The first Monday in September here in the U.S) has always been the end of summer for me even though the calendar says differently. Ever since I was a child, it always marked "Back to School" because it was the last day of summer vacation as we'd always go back the day after. I remember falling asleep or at least trying to at night, tossing and turning in anticipation, a mixture of excitement and nerves for what would await the next day. Sadly, now with the virus still running rampant, most kids will be going to bed tonight and not know the restless sea of emotions that comes the night before the first day of school. Not that I'd want to go back and relive that time of uncertainty...<i>Will I least have one friend in my lunch period to sit with? What if I forget my locker combination? What if I totally hate my teacher? </i>These all seem like such trivial worries now as an adult, but as a kid, they were HUGE. Ones that every child should experience because in a weird way, it helped me cope with bigger matters and more important situations as an adult. I know that every uphill battle, every embarrassment, every letdown, and every shred of self-doubt as child helped mold me and make into stronger person. It's something all kids need to face and overcome on their own. I look at how much has changed since I was a child, and I'm so thankful I grew up when I did. A time before cell phones and social media. A time when Pac Man and Frogger on a tiny television were all the rage. A time when hearing your favorite song being played on the radio was a treat because we didn't have the instant gratification of downloading it. There's something to be said for "less is more" because I wouldn't trade any of that for the world.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"> Here's to hoping all the kids have a great and healthy school year, wether it be virtually or in person! Now that I'm out of school and so are my kids, Labor Day will mark the start of something different, cooler nights, changing leaves, and pumpkin spice! The best part of all...I can still sneak a little bit of summer in by hitting the beach during the best month of all here on the east coast...September. The crowds are gone, the water is at its warmest, and the afternoons are some of the most beautiful! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Just like a new chapter in a book, things change and evolve as it goes on, but those changes aren't possible or even triumphant without a little struggle to get there.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R1zVTEgzT8/X1Yq8TkBH2I/AAAAAAAADY0/UQRGeFhDuwwy8VukezubbgHWDuZnZoRdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/pexels-freestocksorg-320266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R1zVTEgzT8/X1Yq8TkBH2I/AAAAAAAADY0/UQRGeFhDuwwy8VukezubbgHWDuZnZoRdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/pexels-freestocksorg-320266.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-50390785238352584072020-09-03T04:17:00.002-07:002020-09-03T04:17:23.681-07:00Two More Weeks...<p style="text-align: center;"> It's hard to believe The People We Meet Along The Way will be releasing in exactly two weeks. I remember when I first announced it, it seemed like September was so far away, and here we are! Time flies! Have you pre-ordered your copy? </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"></span></p><blockquote><i>Beth Rinyu has outdone herself with this book. The way she described every part of her European journey made me feel like I was there with them. The intricate details were so well done. And the story was perfectly written. A must read!!!</i></blockquote><blockquote><p>~ Three Chicks and their Books</p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><blockquote><p><i><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); color: #666666; font-family: Raleway-Regular, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">This was a beautiful story full of every emotion you could imagine. Heartbreak, anger, joy, laughter. Secrets are discovered, lies are told and journeys are taken. Life is beautiful and the people you meet along the way are really what make life the journey that it is.</span> </i></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"></span></p><blockquote><p>~NetGalley Reviewer </p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="mybook.to/Tpwmatw">PRE-ORDER HERE</a></p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); color: #181818; text-align: left;"><h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><span style="background-color: transparent;">"I knew that feeling all too well, battling in unison with the lump in your throat and the burning in your eyes. Hoping the dam wouldn’t break and expose how badly your heart was breaking inside. It was like a fragile mirror into your soul, one that you tried desperately to prevent others from looking into. One that could be shattered into a million pieces at any time, taking everything that was seen on the other side along with it by exposing every last bit of your emotions."</span><span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span> </i></span></h4><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3pCZVBU7RmwGdou_jRW2nCSTqdkRXLsN6fLq5nEJHZhd0NWmbLhryTCwNom16EcFB6fYGkYi1TLszjiU3Fd2mJwydHAl8G99zTxR6_Z3mRL9puhMFgf5cszEowX3xz4coiSSllaRwZs/s2048/pexels-drigo-diniz-3230126-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1366" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3pCZVBU7RmwGdou_jRW2nCSTqdkRXLsN6fLq5nEJHZhd0NWmbLhryTCwNom16EcFB6fYGkYi1TLszjiU3Fd2mJwydHAl8G99zTxR6_Z3mRL9puhMFgf5cszEowX3xz4coiSSllaRwZs/w266-h400/pexels-drigo-diniz-3230126-2.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div></span><p></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-44833942157108165282020-08-20T04:41:00.004-07:002020-08-20T07:50:15.515-07:00Ode To My Boobs<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> </span><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;">Twenty-Four hours ago, I was sitting in the waiting area apologizing to my boobs for the torture that was about to be inflicted upon them What torture might that be, you ask? </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;">THE YEARLY MAMMOGRAM. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;">The one medical procedure that stresses me out more than anything. Yes, I know the importance of it, and I would never forgo it or tell anyone else to, but anyone who has had one can relate to the horror of it. Really, I'm not a wimp...honestly! I gave birth to two humans within seven minutes of each other without any drugs (not by choice...I'm not that brave!). But that's a whole different story. Let's get back to my poor little boobs (and I do mean that literally), the technician reminds me every year that if I were a little bigger on top it wouldn't be as panful. I have to stop and wonder, what would you like me to do lady? Grow a set of triple D's overnight? Does she actually think I like still being able to fit into a training bra?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;">The time seems to be dragging on as I wait to be led to the torture chamber. I try and think of something else to take my mind off it...anything, but it's not working. The only image I have flashing through my brain is my boob being placed on a tray, and the sound of the machine clamping down on it while I stand in the most awkward position, the whole time thinking, "Please don't let the power go out!". I mean really, has that crossed any of your minds? If not...you're welcome for that added fear! Then there's the switch to snap the picture. I don't know about your place, but at mine, the darn switch is all the way on the other side of the room. So once you're in the position described above. The tech moseys on over to the other side of the room (which seems like hours instead of seconds) to snap the picture and release the clamp. Who designs these machines? I mean, in this day and age shouldn't there be something a little better? </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;">Then I hear her coming down the hall to get me, like Dr. Frankenstein getting ready to lead me to his laboratory. I look down at my boobs one last time and tell them this:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;"><b>"Give the camera the best smile you can, so the tech doesn't say, "we need to do this again".</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I know you may hate me for a small amount of time, but trust me, it's necessary to make sure you're healthy and fine. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9608d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The few agonizing moments of prevention you're about to endure is so much better than the cure."</b></span></p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJr_1M3Kio/Xz5h4ou6j9I/AAAAAAAADYI/wFD2S3UFL-UEiP3ySfPkhck7IINQ_7PUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s250/Annual-Mammogram.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="250" height="368" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJr_1M3Kio/Xz5h4ou6j9I/AAAAAAAADYI/wFD2S3UFL-UEiP3ySfPkhck7IINQ_7PUQCLcBGAsYHQ/w489-h368/Annual-Mammogram.jpg" width="489" /></a></div> <p></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p></p>BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-70874714033302387252020-08-18T03:19:00.007-07:002020-08-18T03:28:15.526-07:00August Special <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: verdana;">It's hard to believe we're on the back end of August. 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<br />BethRinyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984356154613412286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494252781114528937.post-50513453700603783882020-05-08T03:04:00.001-07:002020-05-08T03:04:59.429-07:00Mother's Day Giveaway <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who likes paperbacks? Well, if you do I've got a chance for you to win a signed copy of my very first one! I'll be choosing the winner on Mother's Day, so go ahead and enter! Good luck! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With Mother's Day fast approaching, it got me thinking about different ways we are "moms". Whether it's to our children, our fur kids, nieces or nephews...there are so many different ways we can be a parent. I'm a mom to humans, dogs and books. Yes...books. Putting your ideas, your words and yourself out there is scary, so much like sending your kid off to school for the very first time. <i>Will they be okay? Will the other kids like them? Will they be able to cope without you? </i>All those same questions and fears every single mom who has watched her baby drive off on the bus for the first time has are the same fears an author has after they've hit "publish". Your babies are special, you become fiercely protective if someone dares to criticize them, and you just want everyone to like them, even though you know that's not always possible. Just like with my kids, I never play favorites with my books or the characters in them. Instead, I embrace that each one is different and is special in their own unique ways. But no matter how many children you may have, there's only one who gave you the title of mom for the very first time (in my case it was two...twins!). Just like no matter how many books you may have published, there's only one that gave you the title of Author for the very first time...meet my <i>first published</i>:</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Meet my book kid here:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>It looks like traveling won't be in the cards for any of us anytime soon. My trip to London will more than likely be cancelled after having that on my bucket list for years. Guess the queen will have to wait! But I'm going to remain positive that one day I will get there. Until then...I'll travel though old photos of vacations gone by, meet new friends in the pages of a book, and make the most of the "new" normal. So when I'm not scouring old photos or getting lost in a good book, I'll be sitting right here in my own backyard, pretending I'm in an English garden sipping on some tea. If you can imagine it...you can go anywhere!</i></span></div>
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