Monday, September 8, 2014

Meet and Greet with Author R. K. Avery

This coming Saturday and Sunday, September 13 and 14 I will be appearing at Weekend of the Pooka, A Celebration of the Arts, in beautiful downtown Bedford in the Commons from 1 to 5 PM each day.  This makes the third year I have done this and it is always lots of fun. 

Here is a blurb straight from their website and I have included the link below:  The fifth annual Weekend Of The Pooka:  A Celebration Of The Arts is September 12 through the 14th.  This event showcases a myriad of art to view, buy, try, make and take and includes a fine art show, authors, live entertainment, gourmet food, and hands-on crafts. The Commons in historic Bedford comes alive with color, excitement and fun!  Free Admission! Free Parking! Free Entertainment! Free Family Fun!

Last year (if you live in the Cleveland area) well-known TV personalities Dick Goddard and Dan Coughlin were there.  This year's list is guaranteed not to disappoint.  You can check it out on their website under the Meet the Authors tab on the right side of the screen.  Look who got top billing :)  Of course it helps when your name is Avery :)

I truly hope to see you there.  

R. K. Avery

Monday, August 18, 2014

Let Me Recommend a Good Book or Two or Three

As I mentioned in an earlier post last week, my third book was released in eBook format on August 6th.  This book is the final in the Miller Family Saga yet it is very different than the first two.

Book number one, Be Careful What You Wish For, started out as a true story and for those of you who don't know, I was almost kidnapped from a beach -- the scene eerily similar to the one described in the first chapter of Be Careful What You Wish For.  Luckily my story had a happy ending but I always wondered what may of happened if it didn't.  So I penned Be Careful What You Wish For to write my own ending.  This is a book about a simple minded uneducated woman who has four young boys and wants a little girl -- so much so that she is willing to do what ever it takes to get one.  Tormented and abused by her own father, she doesn't know what it means to love unconditionally.

After I finished writing Be Careful What You Wish For so many people asked, "What happened next?"  "What happened to David and Bea?"  So I decided to write book number two, and finish telling the story of how it all turned out.  Thus, Not My Mother's Son was created. 

This book picks up where the first one leaves off.  It gives you a more personal relationship with several of the key players and allows you to follow their lives, no matter how good and no matter how bad.  It links back to the first book many times throughout and leaves you wondering how a mother can do such a thing to her own child.  But before you pass judgement remember, things aren't always what they seem.

My third book, titled Reflection in the Mirror introduces us to a different family but several of the characters from the first two books make an appearance.  This book is about a set of identical mirror twins who are violently separated but their bond is so strong, they can still feel each other's presence.  I am so proud of it and I hope you like it too.

Like I mentioned in the first paragraph, all three books are available for sale at fine book retailers.  If you visit a book store and can't find it on the shelf, ask one of the associates and they can order it for you.  Reflection in the Mirror is only available in eBook format at this time but the print version will be coming soon.  I have included a link to several sites at the top of my blog page for easy navigation.

If you happen to purchase a copy on-line, it would mean the world to me if you would leave a review.  Whether good or bad, every review helps.  Happy Reading!

R. K. Avery

Friday, August 15, 2014

Miracles Happen Every Day - Here's Proof!

For those people out there, and I know there are many, who do not believe in a higher power, let me share a story with you.

On Tuesday of this week, my husband was driving down the turnpike and hit a patch of water.  He was in the center lane of a three lane highway and hydroplaned.  His SUV spun around and hit the concrete median which caused it to flip over.  Once it flipped, he skidded along on his roof and hood for quite a ways before it came to a complete stop.  Fearing someone else might do the same thing and hit him, he unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out the window.  Here is a picture of his car taken last night at the impound lot.

He was able to walk away from this, with only MINOR injuries.  He cut his leg which required 10 stitches and he hurt his left shoulder.  No broken bones.  No neck or back injuries.  Let me repeat, he was able to walk away from this with only MINOR injuries.  Whether you believe or not, someone was watching over him. 

You might say, "Well if someone was watching over him, why did he get in the accident to begin with?"  That answer is simple.  My husband has free will, just like all of us, and his free will allowed him to drive a little too fast in the conditions of the day.  He should have been more careful but his free will allowed him to think nothing bad would happen.  When he lost control, someone else took control and saved him from debilitating injuries or even death.  Someone else was there, there is no doubt in my mind.

We drove out to the impound lot on three occasions to gather his personal belongings.  On three occasions we called his personal cell phone and could hear it ringing clear as day, but could not find it.  It was lost somewhere in the vicinity of the dash.  It was so frustrating to hear it ringing and know that it was close but we couldn't get to it.  On the second visit we even had a nice worker from the impound lot help us and he used tools to get into the dash.  Still no success but we could hear it ringing -- the battery was still strong. 

Last night on our third and final attempt to retrieve it, I kept calling it from my phone and it kept ringing.  Three days after the crash the battery was still working.  My daughter and I worked diligently not giving up when all indications were it was lost and could not be found.  Finally, when we removed a piece of the dash, there was a small hole and I stuck my hand in (shoved it really, it was a small hole) and I felt something that moved just a little bit and I knew it was the phone.  I placed a finger on what I thought was the phone and we called it one final time and it vibrated.  I cannot tell you how thrilled we were.  By then it was past 8 o'clock in the evening and the sun was soon to set.  I took off the gloves (we were wearing gloves because there was glass everywhere!) and was able to pick it up between two of my fingers, just enough to tilt it so I could get a better grip.  Out the phone came and I was so happy I could have cried.  Three days trying to locate it, three days of hoping the battery didn't go dead, and many hours of work finally paid off.  As soon as it came out, I looked at my own phone and it was dead.  Completely dead.  No battery life left so I could no longer call it.  Someone, once again, was watching over us and gave us the tools we needed for as long as we needed them. 

So you see, I am a believer.  A believer in miracles.  A believer in the after life.  A believer in God.  How can you not be?

Open your eyes and look around.  There are miracles everywhere.

R. K. Avery

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Cover Reveal - Reflection in the Mirror - Book #3

For those of you who have been watching and waiting, my third book was released in eBook format late last week.  My publisher releases the eBook version first while we still continue to work out all the kinks (if there are any) and then the print version follows in about 2 to 3 months. 

This being said, here is the cover for the new book.  There were will a few touch-ups before the hard copy comes out.  Can anyone spot the area of concern?

Here is the back cover blurb, just in case you haven't seen it before:


Identical twins, Clarissa and Marissa Wagner have more in common than their looks; they share a connection that allows them to know what each other is thinking and to feel each other’s pain; a connection that has astounded doctors, teachers and other professionals their whole life. 

A much anticipated four day weekend turns tragic when Marissa Wagner never makes it home from school.  Each time Clarissa looks in a mirror, she is reminded that Marissa is gone…and feels like the other half of her soul is missing.

June Wagner, their single mother has put her life on hold to raise the twins.  She is distraught over her missing daughter and butts heads with the Sergeant assigned to the case. 

Why aren’t they doing more?  What is taking so long?  Will I ever see my daughter again? she painstakingly wonders.

Hours turn to days, days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months as they attempt to find a witness or a clue that might guide them to where she is.  Although a longshot, the only hope is the visions and feelings a clairvoyant Clarissa Wagner has.  With the help of David Miller, Rich Butler and the Never Give Up foundation they piece together clues that shock even the most skeptical.  Along the journey, David glances in the mirror and realizes he is no longer alone.

When you look in the mirror, who is looking back at you?

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R. K. Avery

Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Dream to TOP all Dreams!

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I had the weirdest dream last night.  I dreamt we were dog sitting for my friend's dog.  We do this quite often for some of our friends and neighbors.  We went to her house and picked him up and brought him back home and it started raining.  We went into the house and my great-nephew (who is 6 years old) was there.  The house was where we lived in the dream but it wasn’t the house we live in. 

Anyway, my nephew opened the door and let the dog out.  I didn’t know it, it was growing late so we all went to bed.  The next morning, I woke up sick as a dog.  I was throwing up and sneezing and I had eye boogers and nose boogers and looked like heck!  I couldn’t decide if I should go to work, call the doctor or go to the hospital.   Time started slipping away and before I knew it, it was after noon.  I still felt awful and I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to do.  So I decided to try and call my boss and it wasn’t  my current boss, but it was a boss I had when I worked at K-Mart in the early 1980’s. 

I tried calling and calling and couldn’t get through.  So then I tried calling the doctor’s office and again, I couldn’t get through (I dream this a lot; numbers don’t work, I get a busy signal, I can’t remember the number or I just dial it wrong).  Finally, around 3 PM I told my husband I was just going to drive to the doctor’s office and see if they would see me because I was really bad off.  I got there and there were several rooms.  One room was for registration, several were examining rooms and another room was where they called you back and told you which room to go to. 

The registration room was packed, people on top of people.  I decided to just by-pass that area and go straight to where they called you back.  There were two young girls sitting behind a desk.  No one else was there and it was very Zen.  A waterfall and music softly playing – the walls were moss green and it was very calming and relaxing.  I asked them if I could see a doctor because I was really sick and they told me I had to go back out and register first.  Around this time I remembered we were watching my friend’s dog and I remembered not seeing it all day and figured it must have gotten out.  I called my husband crying hysterically; first about the dog and then the fact I felt so horrible and couldn’t get anyone to help me.  I told him I was going to come home and we needed to go out and look for the dog.

He told me not to worry about it.  He had started a neighborhood task force and if anyone saw the dog, they were supposed to call us.  He said he had it under control and to stay at the doctors until they could see me.

By this time all I wanted to do was go home.  The line at the registration area was still out of control and it reminded me of those videos you see of the people on Wall Street standing there on that giant floor making hand signals and yelling stuff out so I left.

I looked and felt like heck.  I had no make-up on except smeared raccoon eyes.  I was wearing my pajamas which were covered in puke.  I had boogers coming out of every orifice and to top it off, I was worried sick about my friend’s dog.

So I pull in the driveway and see the dog standing at our front door.  I pick him up and he nervously pees all over me.  I open the door to go into the house and people yell SURPRISE.  My husband was throwing me a surprise birthday party. 

Now is that a dream or what???

If anyone can interpret dreams, what in the world does this mean?

Have great day!

R. K. Avery

Monday, June 2, 2014

Custom Ring Tones

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The funniest thing happened over the weekend.  I have blue tooth in my car so I don't have to hold on to a cell phone when I need to talk to someone.  It has it's pros and cons.  Most times people say they can hear road noise and other sounds on the other end of the line which makes it hard to hear what I'm saying.  I have given up trying to talk to my mom on it because she can't hear anything I say.  She's one of those types of people that likes to hear all about your ailments so she has something to talk to others about but when she misunderstands me, it goes from "I'm feeling good." to "I'm not feeling so good" then she tells someone else I'm not feeling well and before you know it, word has traveled and it gets back to me that I'm in the hospital on my death bed.   So now I try to call her from a land line.

But the funny thing that happened over the weekend was we were riding in the car with the sun roof open.  It was a beautiful day and I appreciate every minute of sunshine we got.  Suddenly, we hear ducks quacking.  I mean these quacks were really close, like they were diving in through the sun roof to attack us.  My husband and I both squinted and kinda covered our heads to ward off the attack when about 20 seconds later, he realized the ring tone he had set for his sister was ducks quacking.  His phone was ringing through my speakers via the blue tooth and we thought we were being bombarded by ducks!  We laughed and laughed. 

Sometimes its the littlest things that make your day!  Sunshine and attacking ducks -- what's not to love?  :)

R. K. Avery

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Childhood Friends Are The Best

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I would like to send a SHOUT OUT to two of my childhood friends.

Debbie used to live down the street from me about three houses and then across the road.  She was the same age as me and we went through elementary school together.  In five years we were only in the same class twice.  We both liked the same boy at one point (Mike Hendricks) but that didn't come between us.  We had a "cat call" that we used to see if each other was home.  All we did was go outside and make this funny scream.  If I heard it or if she heard it we would reciprocate and send it back and then we knew it was time to play.  They had an Alaskan Eskimo dog named Blaze.  I still remember those ice blue eyes.  She moved to Florida at one point but was back a year later but lived in a different neighborhood.  I still saw quite a lot of her and we both were wild about Shaun Cassidy.  We even saw him in concert.  How funny is that!

Yvonne lived on the same side of the street that we lived on.  There was one house between us where the Valentine's lived.  Even though Yvonne was two years younger than me, we had a lot in common.  Her mom and dad were from West Virginia and they liked Beagles, just like my mom and dad.  They had a swimming pool for a while but once the side busted open and the water flooded their backyard.  She had a chihuahua named Becky and we used to dress her up in doll clothes.  Poor Becky.  She was such a trooper.  We moved away to another neighborhood and left Yvonne behind but we still talk from time-to-time and I look forward to getting her Christmas card every year.   

I usually don't mention names in my posts and if I do, I don't mention last names to protect the privacy of those I speak about.  But both of you know who you are.  I have known you since I was 4 years old and I still consider you some of my closest friends.

Love you!

R. K. Avery