Spotlight & Excerpt: Blindspots, by Rhonda Parrish


I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the BLINDSPOTS by Rhonda Parrish Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours.



Author: Rhonda Parrish

Pub. Date: June 5, 2023

Publisher: Poise and Pen Publishing

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 195

Find it: Goodreads, books2read


The war is done. 

Ricky wants some time to lick his wounds and learn what the new normal is going to look like for him but then his brother goes missing. Now Ricky needs to team up with his wartime friends (and at least one dog he’d hoped never to see again) to find him, figure out what’s going on and save the world.


And the clock is ticking…


Choosing an excerpt to share from a novel can be challenging. You must choose a brief bit of the story that will capture people’s attention and also accurately give a taste of the book without requiring too much context. Usually I share the very first couple hundred words, however, because this book is kind of tricky to define I actually already shared the first chapter on my blog (you can read it here. So that complicated my choice. But only a little bit *wink*

Another of my favourite scenes happens right near the start of the story. Our intrepid hero Ricky the (mostly) Golden Retriever has arrived at his friend Winter’s workshop.


Winter didn’t like us scratching at her door to get her attention, so she’d rigged up a doorbell system using a rope tug.

I caught the rope in my teeth, thankful for the knot that had been tied on the end, and pulled. It tasted exactly how you’d expect a giant piece of doggie dental floss to taste and I was also rewarded by the sound of the buzzer echoing through the depths of Winter’s hovel.

Then, I heard something move above me. I leapt back, hackles raised, growling, and saw a telescoping pole separate itself from the wall and lurch awkwardly in my direction.

I growled louder, and let loose a bark just before Winter’s chuckle crackled through a speaker near the door.

“Don’t panic, Ricky,” she said. “Just me getting a look at you. Come on in.”

“Don’t panic, Ricky,” I mumbled under my breath. Easy for her to say, she wasn’t the one who’d just had part of a wall come to life and come straight for him.

I heard her chuckle once more, so she must have heard me, and then the resonant click of her speaker ticking off. I pushed the door open and wandered inside.

Stacks of boxes and papers and metal woopdewoos loomed over me from either side and a basket hanging over my head rattled when my tail tapped against it. I tucked my tail in close to my body and ducked my head. I did not want to cause an avalanche in here. No one could expect to survive that.

“I am over here,” she called, from somewhere in the depths of her labyrinth. The good news was, like with any labyrinth, there was only one direction I could go. Her collected bits and bobs created walls which effectively left only one path, and I was on it.

I stepped carefully. In stark contrast to every other horizontal surface in the place, Winter’s floor was clean and clear. But even so I’d tromped on a tiny spring last time I’d been here and it had stabbed deep enough into the pad of my foot that I’d been limping for a week afterward.

One day there was going to be a ground rumble around here and all this stuff was going to bury Winter tighter than a grunt in a foxhole. Winter said no way, but I figured that just went to show that no matter how brilliant you are we all have blindspots.

I wound my way through the various stacks of stuff and eventually found Winter. The room was round, I think, though it was difficult to tell with the stacks and piles of all manner of metal thingamagigs. Winter was right in the middle of it, where the floor was most concave. She was staring through what looked like a pair of binoculars, except that they were attached to a series of pipes and poles. Three wide screens were arrayed directly in front of her, flickering between different scenes in and around her home. A series of buttons, levers and what looked like the stick shift from a very large truck filled the rest of the space that made up her workstation.

I saw the front door flash into view on one of the monitors. Fenton, Meep and Moo had all made it.


Winters Workshop IllustrationWinter is a lot of fun for me – she’s the only one of Ricky’s friends who isn’t a dog and I enjoy making her a big of a collector as well as the genius of the group. She’s also named in honour of my late mother, who loved owls, so that’s another point in her favour.

Oh! And I loved Winter’s workshop so much that I commissioned the amazing Allie MacAlister to illustrate it for me!

That is just one of four illustrations by Allie that are in the book. Because, who says books for grown-ups can’t have cute pictures?

About Rhonda Parrish:

Like a magpie, Rhonda Parrish is constantly distracted by shiny things. She’s the editor of many anthologies and author of plenty of books, stories and poems. She lives with her husband and cats in Edmonton, Alberta, and she can often be found there playing Dungeons and Dragons, bingeing crime dramas or cheering on the Oilers.

Her website, updated regularly, is at and
her Patreon, updated even more regularly, is at

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:


Two Chicks on Books




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#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post


The Reading Life

Guest Post/IG Post


A Dream Within A Dream

Guest Post

Week Two:


The Momma Spot

Guest Post


Cara North

Guest Post/IG Post


Sadie’s Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post


Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post




Week Three:


Rajiv’s Reviews

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IG Review/TikTok Post


A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Review/TikTok Post



IG Review


Brandi Danielle Davis

IG Review/TikTok Post

Week Four:


The Chirpy Bookaholic

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Fire and Ice

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Carly Sunshine Books

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Devotion + Giveaway

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by Anna Denisch

Genre: Alternate Historical LGBTQ Romance


A heart-warming and entertaining poly romance story about marriage bonds, friendship, and the endless supply of love we all carry in our hearts.

According to the rumors, Ainsley is a prostitute. To escape the meddling ways of their families, Ainsley and his husband Graham move to a new town where they hope to find peace. Ainsley spends his days worrying if Graham’s decision to marry him was the right one, and he is devoted to giving Graham the life he deserves.

Andrew Croften has never been one to settle down, despite how desperately he seeks companionship. His romantic life is a series of half-flung flings that earned him the title of ‘home wrecker’ and his professional life is haunted by his long-term bully. But when he visits his friends’ party and meets the charming and adorable Ainsley, he devises a plan to steal him away from his husband.

Yet Croften finds himself drawing closer to Graham as well, especially as Graham’s brother and Croften’s bully are intent on causing chaos in their lives. Perhaps three heads (or rather hearts) are better than two

devoption excerpt

The floor creaked under his toe, Croften wincing as the rest of his foot followed the step. He tensed, waiting. He heard heels clicking their way towards him. His eyes glanced to the nearest door and he rushed inside. To the library. To where Ursula was standing at a shelf. Holding a book in her hand.
Croften turned to race out of the room but Mara was approaching, blocking his exit. He grimaced and ran further into the room. His only option. Ursula chased after him, brandishing the book like a weapon. She managed to catch up, hitting him with the book as he tried to get away.
“You idiot!” Smack. “You big dumb idiot!” Smack. Smack. “What is your problem?” Smack.
Croften had let himself get cornered, falling backward onto the couch his only saving hope for getting away. He didn’t. Ursula fell on top of him, straddling him so he couldn’t get up, continuing to hit him with the book. Thankfully it wasn’t a terribly large one.
“You are so stupid!” Smack. “I can’t believe it!” Smack. “Do you have brain damage?”
Croften brought his arms up to protect himself from the onslaught. “I might if you keep hitting me!”
Ursula stopped, breathing hard above him. She lowered her arms, book resting at the side. “What is wrong with you?”
He didn’t know. He hazarded a, probably correct, guess. “I wasn’t held enough as a child?”
Ursula’s face scrunched up and she started hitting him again. Thankfully she only managed to get a few swats in before Mara grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away.
“What were you thinking, Croften?” Mara asked, continuing to hold her wife, who struggled slightly at her constant need to be hitting him.
Croften shrugged, letting himself sit up. “I wasn’t.”
“You had to be thinking something. I mean, why would you do that? What did you hope to accomplish?”
Croften frowned. “I just wanted…” I wanted to know what it was like. I wanted to let Ainsley know that I liked him. That I loved him. I wanted to show him how it could be, with me. How better his life would be. How good we could be together. He sighed, deflating against the couch. “I just wanted to mess with Graham was all.”
Mara shook her head and released Ursula, who was on him in a minute.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she said, hitting him three more times for good measure. Then she seemed to tire of it, putting the book down and walking away.

Anna Denisch was born and raised just outside of Baltimore City, but she has never called it home. When not traveling around the world or daydreaming about dragons, she spends her time looking at books she wants to read without actually touching them. She received her M.F.A in Creative and Professional Writing from Western Connecticut State University and considers daily if she is just insane enough to take her family’s sometime suggestion of getting a PhD.

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