#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #GuestPost : Birdie & Jude – Phyllis H Moore @Phyllishmoore

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Today I’m on the ‘Birdie & Jude’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a guest post written by its author, Phyllis H Moore, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

ZREZpAvwPhyllis H. Moore wants to live life experiences more than once: doing it, writing about it, and reading about it. The atmosphere of the south draws her in and repels her. The characters are rich with dysfunction and redemption, real. She’s had two careers and two retirements. Both careers gave her inspiration for her novels: The Sabine Series, Sabine, Billy’s StoryJosephine’s Journals and Secrets of Dunn House, Opal’s Story, Tangled, a Southern Gothic Yarn, and The Bright Shawl, Colors of Tender Whispers, The Ember Months, Birdie & Jude, and an anthology of spooky short stories inspired by real places and events, The Bridge on Jackson Road. In 2018 she also released a new genre for her, A Dickens of a Crime, a Meg Miller Cozy Mystery. She has authored one nonfiction book, Retirement, Now What? Phyllis has been published by Caffeinated Press in the anthology, Brewed Awakenings 2, Fifteen Tales to Jolt Your Mind Awake. She blogs on her web site http://www.phyllishmoore.com. Follow her on Pinterest, Twitter and Facebook.
Phyllis is a retired social worker and former owner/operator of a small bed and breakfast. She’s lived in the rural areas and cities of south Texas. She currently lives on Galveston Island with her husband, Richard.

Synopsis :

LI_tIfmgA moving novel of loss, regret, denial, and discovery on Galveston Island, from the author of Opal’s Story and The Ember Months.
Birdie has lived to regret many of her decisions, but she doesn’t regret offering a stranger, Jude, shelter from an approaching hurricane. Their serendipitous meeting will form a bond that will change their lives forever.
In a character driven story with memories of the protests and inequality plaguing the 1960’s, Birdie’s reached middle age and questions her life. Jude is striking out on her own, but has been derailed by a fatal accident claiming her only friend. Although their backgrounds and lives are vastly different, they recognize something in the other that forges a friendship.
As their relationship solidifies, they share glimpses of their pasts. Birdie is a product of the ’60’s, an aging hippie, with a series of resentments. She had a sheltered childhood in an upper class family. Her parents longed to see her make the Texas Dip at the Mardi Gras ball. Jude, however, entered foster care as an infant. Her parents, victims of a murder/suicide, left her and her siblings orphaned and separated.
There is something about their connection that strikes Birdie as familiar. Can souls know each other in different lives? Birdie struggles with the awareness that she has had regrets and hasn’t lived an authentic life, while Jude faces an uncomfortable truth about her own. It has all the feels.

Purchase Links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Guest Post :

Hey, Can You Hear Us?

In one of my previous careers, owning and operating a bed and breakfast, I met a pet psychic, Myra Logan. Myra is the author of a book about the animals she’s communicated with, Hey Can You Hear Us? My grumpy Jack Russel terrier, Ollie, is the subject of one of the chapters.
During one of Myra’s stays with me, she had a chat with Ollie. It was interesting. I highly recommend pet owners take the opportunity to hear what your pet thinks if you have the chance. I had adopted Ollie from a shelter. At the time of the adoption, he was two years old. I was told that he’d been moved to the no-kill shelter from the city pound because he was cute and young, adoptable. When he came to live with me at the bed and breakfast, I occupied the owner’s quarter by myself. My husband still worked full time in another city. Ollie and I got along fine, but he didn’t like males and he barked if they wore caps or sunglasses. Of course, I made up a story in my head about him being abused by a male in his previous home or on the street.
One of the things Ollie told Myra was that I had his story all wrong. She repeated to me what I’ve just written here. Ollie had overheard me say it aloud and knew I thought about it. He wanted Myra to “set her straight.” That’s what he said, just like that “set her straight.” She said he cursed and spoke bluntly. I have no idea where he got that, I say as I fan my reddened face. Ollie wanted me to know he could open doors. In a previous family, there was another dog, a Chihuahua. According to Ollie, these dogs irritate him, so he opened the door and left.
I do know that Ollie could open doors. He did it all the time around the bed and breakfast. I had to latch or lock a door to keep him confined. This revelation made sense to me and I assumed he wanted me to know he’d never been mistreated and wouldn’t stand for it. Another thing he wanted me to know was that he loved strawberries. He often sat at my fee while I chopped strawberries. According to Myra, he was pleading with me to give him a slice. It never occurred to me a dog would like a strawberry, so I ignored him. After this conversation, I offered Ollie strawberries, and he ate them with great appreciation.
The bottom line in Ollie’s conversation with Myra was that he was an alpha male and needed a boss. If he didn’t have one, he’d be the boss. I already knew this. Ollie was the boss of me and my husband. Our dog was cute and had just enough attitude to be entertaining, but he wasn’t a welcoming mascot for a bed and breakfast. He liked a routine that only included the three of us. When guests arrived to check in, Myra said Ollie would ask, “What the hell are they doing here?”
Prior to talking with Myra and listening to Ollie’s comments, I would never have believed it was possible for anyone to communicate with spirits, but now I know Myra can. Other spirits in my family, deceased members, talked to me through Myra. It was an incredible experience. I was told things I had no way of knowing and neither did Myra, but I have since validated with other family members. Believe it or not, but I trust that what I learned about Ollie that day was accurate. He has since passed away, about a week after Hurricane Harvey hit the Texas coast. So, while I was writing Birdie & Jude, I named Birdie’s dog, Ollie. He has the same grumpy attitude and hangs his head out the window while riding down the Seawall, just as my Ollie did.
I value the little bit of communication I had with Ollie. I don’t make assumptions any more about our pets. I’m convinced they know far more about us than we can guess about them. All of my novels have characters with pets. I hope you can take the opportunity to get to know Biscuit, Remy, Augie, LaRue, Pearl, Bob, and many others. They may not be the main characters, but like Ollie, they keep it interesting.

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