Mwa! In praise of 5! #SundayBlogShare
Love me some fives! This has been an amazing week of fives for me. Consider my top five reasons: 5000 …
Category Archives: My Writing
Released Today! ROUND TRIP FARE by @barbtaub #NewRelease
I’m so excited to announce that Round Trip Fare is now live! **Although a sequel to Book 1 (One Way …
REBLOG:8 Tongue-in-Cheek Tips for Scoring Good Reviews via @KassandraLamb #TuesdayBookBlog
I’m so excited! Not only did Kass Lamb and her colleagues at Misterio Press invite me over today to talk …
End of the Line — Challenge from @sacha_black #Writespiration
I took the challenge! Sacha Black’s Writespiration challenge this week is to post the title and a snippet from your current …
FREE! Award-winning urban fantasy ‘One Way Fare’
To celebrate the upcoming release of Round Trip Fare, the first Null City tale—One Way Fare—is now available absolutely free! …
St. Paddy & those eyeballs #wwwblogs
Happy St. Pats day to everyone (because tomorrow we’re all Irish)! Hope you enjoy this repeat of a story from a …
Cover reveal! ROUND TRIP FARE~ my new #UrbanFantasy #SundayBlogShare
Is it wrong that shooting people is just so much easier than making decisions? Carey wonders— and not for the first time. But the Agency claims this will be an easy one. A quick pickup of a missing teen and she won’t even have to shoot anybody. Probably.
Her Majesty is pleased! One Way Fare vlog review from @RosieAmber1 #TuesdayBookBlog
How fun is this? Rosie Amber, book reviewer extraordinaire, with a video review of One Way Fare! “delightful, sharp, …
Reblog: 5 Star #bookreview for DO NOT WASH HANDS IN PLATES via @terrytyler4
It’s short, a very pleasant afternoon’s reading, and so funny! I started off highlighting passages for quotes, soon realising I would end up quoting more of the book than I was leaving out. Not many books make me laugh out loud, but this did.
New Release! Do Not Wash Hands in Plates #Travel #humor #India
As far as I could tell, the Ahmedabad Airport was staffed by the entire Indian army, each soldier carrying a honking huge gun. I grabbed my suitcase and exited baggage control into India. Noise. Chaos. People, dogs, honking horns, more people. More soldiers. More guns. Dozens of sincere men who called me “Sister” and suggested they could take me anywhere on the planet I might want to go.
Barb Taub 