Friday, October 2, 2026

Blog Tour: COINCIDENCE by Jon Ketzner



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Jon Ketzner will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



On the eve of President John F. Kennedy's final trip to Dallas, an irreverent narrator from the Ether begins to reveal the hidden chain of events that history never recorded. Spanning decades and weaving together Hollywood legends, political dynasties, secret affairs, and forgotten tragedies, Coincidence imagines how seemingly unrelated lives become entangled in the most infamous assassination of the twentieth century. From Joseph P. Kennedy and Gloria Swanson to Jackie Kennedy, Mary Pinchot Meyer, and the young Lee Harvey Oswald, every choice, passion, and betrayal sends ripples through time. Behind every headline lies another story, and every story hides a secret long buried. As the strands converge on November 22, 1963, the line between fate and accident begins to blur. Rich in historical detail and provocative speculation, Coincidence asks: was it really coincidence at all?



Read an Excerpt

Jackie rarely consulted him about her clothing. Her sense of style, if not her sense of humor, was notorious.

“The pink.”

She seemed surprised. “Why the pink?”

“Texas. All those tired cowgirls raising their brat kids to be Miss America. They adore pink in Texas.”

The First Lady eyed the pink at arm’s length. She shrugged. “Okay. The pink.”

“But the hat,” POTUS said, “could you do without the hat. I hate those things.”

Jackie shook her head.

“I’ll need the hat. Without the bubble top on, my hair would be a mess.”

The president leaned back against the pillows on his rock-hard bed, supine in his boxers and the argyles Bobby had given him which bore the presidential seal. He grinned.

“Remember the times when we would drift down the Potomac, standing by the rail, the wind blowing wildly through your hair, and there on the river in the middle of the city you would sink sexily to your knees…”

“Drop dead, Mr. President.” Words Jackie would soon want back.

The door to Suite 850 opened and George Lapp entered to help The President dress. He nodded at Jackie. He had seen her naked many times and was indifferent to the marital scenario into which he had strolled. Jackie smiled curtly and sidled toward her own room to don the pink Chanel, including its matching hat.

Before she left, the President grinned and said to his valet. “I might need the back brace today, George, had a strenuous night.”

 

 

 

What inspired you to write this book and why do you think readers will get out of it?

 

Inspired is probably a verb too strong for my motivations in writing "Coincidence." Like for most Baby Boomers, the assassination of John Kennedy is scorched into my psyche...it was a fundamental event in our maturation...everyone remembers where they were when they first heard the news of JFK getting killed. Hundreds, probably thousands, of books have been written about that sad day In Dallas, including many novels (think "11/22/63" by Stephen King). The world probably didn't need another one by an obscure author from Cumberland, Md.

 

I had written two anthologies of short stories and a couple of those stories had tenuous, not really important to the tale, tie-ins to the Kennedy saga. At least one other could be repurposed to also tie-in to the Kennedy story. So, as I was considering a topic for my next novel, it occurred to me that I already had maybe 80 pages of a tale already written if I could tie them together and flesh out another 200 pages or so. I always liked E. L. Doctorow's "Ragtime" and his use of an all-knowing narrator to bring context and short-cutting to the narrative built around fictional characters weaving in and about historical people and events. The use of a speaker speaking directly to the reader inside an historical novel moves it into a post-modern literary genre known as historiographic metafiction. 

 

So I had some ready to go chapters and the "Ragtime" model and this way bigger than life cast of historical characters and events, so I just started plinking away. I wrote the novel sitting in coffee shops and saloons in Aspen Valley and as the "artist in residence"" at an independent book store in Cumberland, Md...Lily Books and Cafe. Given the very frisky nature of all the historical characters, my publisher J2B (a house mostly dedicated to Christian and children's books) recruited Audecyn Books to publish this tale of salaciousness, intrigue, and murder. They've been great.

 

I hope readers will find the book a quick, fun read. It actually has much historical detail to go along with the fictional components. For anyone with a fair recollection of the assassination and that time in history, the basic plot components should be satisfying. The intra-character interplay and dialogue are amusing...or at least I think so. Even though the story involves the murder of the century and as randy a crowd as ever got up to non-stop hanky-panky, the time was one of great innocence, especially to those of us who were young then.  I hope those readers enjoy the good-natured re-telling of the well-known people and events. For younger readers, I think "Coincidence" will prove a quick, naughty read that actually provides them with a good take on the personalities and events that was America before everything went to hell after Dallas.

 



About the Author: Jon Ketzner was born in Cumberland, Maryland in the lovely Appalachian foothills. He grew up in Baltimore then graduated from Towson University with a degree in mathematics and went on to a long career as a consulting actuary. For many years, Jon and his family lived in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania before moving back to Cumberland in 1990.

As a recovering actuary and inspired by the Maryland Writers Association’s “Notable Authors” monthly challenges, Jon decided to try his hand at writing and give his left-brain side a rest. He cites as influences: Henry Fielding, Joseph Heller, Gregory McDonald, and Tim Dorsey.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34506564.Jon_Ketzner

Thursday, October 1, 2026

Blog Tour: SUGAR SAND LAND by Patricia Leavy



 

SUGAR SAND LAND

by Patricia Leavy

 

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GENRE
: Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

For fans of Ashley Poston and Abby Jimenez, a contemporary romance—with a twist—about a media-savvy reality television star and a canceled country singer.

 

Twenty-eight-year-old beauty Emerson Blue is the second most followed celebrity on social media. A self-proclaimed “living piece of art” who rose to fame as a reality star and then parlayed her celebrity into a megabucks career as an influencer, she seems to have everything.

 

Forty-eight-year-old Grammy winner Renn Walker is a fallen country music star. Years ago, he was canceled following allegations of sexual misconduct, and he has lived in seclusion ever since. Once a beloved figure, he seems to have lost it all.

 

When Emerson and Renn meet, sparks fly. Against all odds, a star obsessed with popularity and a recluse shunned by the world fall in love. Everyone in the public and media has an opinion and thinks they know Emerson and Renn. But in a world dominated by social media—a world that blurs the lines between what’s public and private, what’s real and what’s illusion—do we ever really know anyone?

 

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Excerpt Three:

 

They smiled at each other, but the moment was broken when several people eagerly approached the pair. A lanky woman with a brown bob and red lips, sporting a black turtleneck and cigarette pants, greeted Emerson with air kisses. “Darling, you look chic as always. I promised everyone it would be a star-studded opening. Thank you for helping me keep my word.”

 

Emerson smiled politely. “Glad to do my part, Miranda. You have one of the best spaces in Tinseltown, and the best eye. I’d like you to meet my friend Renn Walker. Renn, Miranda owns this wonderful gallery.”

 

“It’s a pleasure,” Renn said, extending his hand.

 

“I’m honored you would see fit to come to our little show,” Miranda replied, shaking his hand. Her eyes lingered on him with a mix of awe and confusion. After a moment passed, she stammered, “Uh, please allow me to introduce the artist, Lars Grant.”

           

She gestured to a tall man in black leather pants, a white T-shirt with a black peace sign, and dark sunglasses. “Hey. Thanks for coming,” he said. He flipped his glasses to the top of his head and stared at Emerson. “I’m mad for you. Your artistic impulse is singular. You’re ahead of the curve. Pushing the envelope.”

           

The others in the group started adding their words of praise. “You’re the embodiment of art,” one spandex-clad woman gushed.

           

“The embodiment of embodiment theory,” another added, looking quite proud of himself.

           

“Yes, you’ve taken performative to a whole new level,” another concurred.

           

Emerson smiled. “All our lives are really works of art. Don’t you think?”

           

The group nodded along, hissing oohs and aahs at her words. 

           

A waiter walked over carrying a tray of flutes brimming with champagne and raspberry sparkling water.

           

Emerson grabbed a glass of the pink bubbly water. “Well, we’re going to take a little stroll around. Best of luck with the show,” she said, taking Renn’s hand.

 

“Nice to meet you all,” he said, and he followed Emerson through the crowd, smiling politely to people along the way as they admired the art, until they reached the back wall where they had privacy. They stood in front of a large canvas covered in rows of brightly colored paint and a clump of broken glass. Emerson leaned back on Renn, and he comfortably slipped his hands around her waist as if they had been together forever.

           

“Are those your friends?” Renn whispered.

           

“Hell no. People from the art scene,” she replied.

           

“Good,” he said, giving her waist a squeeze. “They were kind of . . .”

           

“Pretentious?” she asked.

           

He chuckled. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything to offend you, but . . .”

           

“What?” she asked.

           

“They’re so far up your ass. Do you think they have any idea how ludicrous they sound?”

           

She giggled. “That’s the thing about art and fame, they don’t really go together, do they?”

           

He huffed. “Funny. I never used to think about that at all. I just wrote songs, played my music. Everything else just fell into place. I never gave any of it a thought. Until it went away.”

           

“The art never goes away, though. For the real artists, that’s always there at the center. Even when the hype takes on a life of its own, at the core, in the eye of the storm, there’s always the art.”

           

“Em, you are very surprising,” he said.

           

“So, we’re up to nicknames now?”

           

“Yes,” he replied, dropping a kiss in her hair. “Is that okay?”

           

“Yes. It’s sweet actually,” she said.

           

“Good,” he said, dropping another kiss in her hair. “So, do you think art can survive fame?”

           

“It’s like this artwork.” She tilted her chin forward at the piece before them. “Miranda started a major publicity campaign to get this guy’s name out there, create buzz, brand him the next big find, and it’s all just spin. It could have been this guy or that guy or any other guy in some ways. Yet the art is real. This piece,” she said, gesturing, “it’s real.”

           

“Do you like it, this work?” Renn asked.

           

“Yes. It’s a commentary on the art world itself, or maybe even society as a whole. Pretty pictures and shattered dreams. The filtered image and the broken soul. Illusion and the crash of reality.”

           

They stood for a moment, looking at the piece, Emerson’s words in the air. Eventually Renn broke the silence and said, “Are you sure it’s not just some broken glass glued to a canvas?”

           

They both laughed.

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She is also the publisher and CEO of Paper Stars Press. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than fifty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than one hundred book awards. Her novel Shooting Stars Above was featured on People “10 Romance Books to Read After Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry” and was the 2025 Firebird Book Award First Place Winner in Contemporary Novel, Romance, and Summer Beach Read. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” In 2024 the London Arts-Based Research Centre established “The Patricia Leavy Award for Arts-Based Research.” Patricia lives in Maine. In addition to writing, she enjoys art, reading, and travel.

 

Website: www.patricialeavy.com 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WomenWhoWrite/ 

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/patricialeavy  

X (Twitter): https://x.com/PatriciaLeavy

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sugar-Sand-Land-Reality-Romance/dp/B0GPDKB31P/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sugar-sand-land-patricia-leavy/1149520378?ean=9798896361565

Simon & Schuster: https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Sugar-Sand-Land/Patricia-Leavy/The-Reality-Star-Romance/9798896361565

 

 

 

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