Trees Cry For Rain Virtual Book Tour August and September 2011

Trees Cry for Rain

Join Dr. Jeri Fink, author of the historical fiction novel, Trees Cry For Rain (Dailey Swan Publishing), as she virtually tours the blogosphere in August and September on her first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book!

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About Jeri Fink

Dr. Jeri Fink is an author, Family Therapist, and journalist, with over 19 books and hundreds of articles to her name. She writes adult and children’s fiction and nonfiction, and has appeared on television, radio, book events, seminars, workshops, and the internet. Dr. Fink’s work has been praised by community leaders, educators, reviewers, and critics around the country.

To find out more about Dr. Fink http://www.drjerifink.com

About Trees Cry For Rain

Tree Cries For Rain

It’s August in Bryant Park, New York City. A man with fiery eyes hovers on the edge of a grisly mystery.

Five hundred years earlier, Rozas, a Marrano or Secret Jew, is betrayed. She’s anonymously reported to the Spanish Holy Office of The Inquisition. Dragged into an underground dungeon, Rozas is tortured, forced to “confess” crimes against the church, and convicted of heresy.

The Inquisitors demand that she reveal the fate of her three daughters. She refuses. Rozas is burned alive at the stake; the secret dies with her.

The story jumps seamlessly in time, connecting Rozas, the man with fiery eyes, and characters that amble across Bryant Park’s Great Lawn. Suddenly three women find each other.

Time freezes. The man is ready. Something unthinkable is about to happen.

Book Excerpt

Spain, 1492

Someone bangs on my door.
A deep, paralyzing fear invades me, numbing my hands and feet,
making my heart race, blurring the images in my mind into bloody
streaks. We stare at one another – my husband and three daughters.
We know what it means.
We have been betrayed.
Lucas takes a deep breath and stands away from the table. He’s a
big man, with long thin legs and the round belly of middle age. The
girls huddle around me, their eyes wide with terror. The meat is ash in
my stomach, swelling until it feels like stones splitting me from within.
Lucas squares his shoulders.
“Don’t say anything,” he commands in a whisper.
“Don’t answer it,” I hiss. My arms feel like raw meat, cold and
bloodless.
Lucas smiles sadly, his beard shimmering in the dim light. “I
have to. We have nowhere to go.”
“They’ll kill us,” the words rip through my throat like the knife
that sliced the meat in our bowls.
Slowly, Lucas shakes his head; his dark, green-flecked eyes fill
with grief.
“You’re my husband,” I beg. “You have to listen.”
There’s a tiny pause; time jolts to a halt. I hold my breath. Zara,
my youngest and most insightful – the one that seems in touch with
old spirits – senses that something ominous is approaching. Nine years
of life still hasn’t taught her how to contain fear. She cries, soft wails
renting the air. I pull her close, rubbing her back, whispering soothing
words I don’t feel, and pressing her head into my breast to stifle the
sound.
“Nooooo,” I plead, matching the cries of my child.
Lucas gently touches my shoulder, runs his thick, stubby fingers
up my neck, and kisses my daughter’s head. “There’s no choice,” he
whispers, more to himself than any of us. He backs away from the
table, his legs heavy, moving as if in a swamp. Suddenly he pauses and
in a moment that lasts a lifetime, Lucas memorizes the sight of us
together.
It will be the last time.

New York City, Present

Shira smiled. Bryant Park was like a window in time, moving in
its own jagged frames. It was the perfect place to write, to follow
Emma and Mason’s bizarre romance, and when needed, look into
faces to provide description and dialogue. What did the intruder look
like? How did Emma’s fear play on her face? Mason’s arrogance?
She scanned the faces in the park. There was a dark-skinned
man with a fashionably ragged red t-shirt printed with Nweke’s Art,
selling beaded bracelets and earrings on a pegboard, near the steps on
42nd Street. An old couple sat on the Upper Library Terrace, beneath
a green and white umbrella stamped with Bryant Park, and next to a
concrete pot of purple flowers. They held hands and watched the
world before them, their silver hair shimmering in the summer sun,
sharing the terrace with concrete garlands, urns, and ram’s heads.
For a moment their eyes met.
The old couple smiled and Shira quickly turned away, embarrassed.
Maybe she could find a Mason Portsmith look-alike at the park –
a man dressed in expensive clothes with a lithe body and hazel eyes
that broadcasted insight, caring, and power? Shira smiled.
In my dreams.
Literally. In her thirty-two years, she had always known that the
people and plots conjured in her writer’s mind were far more
fascinating than reality.
That’s what kept her running.

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Trees Cry For Rain Book Publicity Tour Schedule

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Monday, August 1st

Book Reviewed at Book Reviews and Other Stuff

Tuesday, August 2nd

Interviewed at The Writer’s Life

Wednesday, August 3rd

Interviewed at Review From Here

Thursday, August 4th

Guest Post at Associated Content

Friday, August 5th

Guest Post at Literal Exposure

Monday,August 8th

Interviewed at Paperback Writer

Tuesday, August 9th

Interviewed at Blogcritics

Thursday, August 11th

Interviewed at As the Pages Turn

Monday, August 15th

Interview at The Book Bin

Tuesday, August 16th

Book Reviewed at Book Nook Club

Wednesday, August 17th

Interviewed at The Book Connection

Thursday, August 18th

Guest Post at Allvoices

Monday, August 22nd

Interview at Blogcritics

Tuesday, August 23rd

Interviewed at Redroom

Wednesday August 24th

Interviewed at Shine

Thursday, August 25th

Guest Post at Digital Journal

Friday, August 26th

Interviewed at Divine Caroline

Monday, September 5th

Book Reviewed at Dragonflowers and Books

Tuesday, September 6th

Interviewed at Pump Up Your Book

Wednesday, September 7th

Book Spotlight at Books, Products and More

Thursday, September 8th

Interviewed at Examiner

Friday, September 9th

Guest Post at Hot Author Report

Monday, September 12th

Book reviewed at Confessions of a Book Habitue

Tuesday, September 13th

Guest Post at Writing Daze

Wednesday, September 14th

Guest Post at Broowaha

Friday, September 16th

Book Excerpt at Between the Covers

Tuesday, September 20th

Book reviewed at Tell Me a Story

Thursday, September 22nd

Interviewed at Hot Author Report

Friday, September 23rd

Interviewed at Literarily Speaking

Tuesday, September 27th

Guest post at Feeling a Draft

Wednesday, September 28th

Guest post at American Chronicle

Friday, September 30th

Book Reviewed at Silver’s Reviews

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Dr. Jeri Fink’s TREES CRY FOR RAIN VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘11 will officially begin on August 1st and end on September 30th. If you would like to participate in this tour, please contact Tracee Gleichner at tgleichner(at)live(dot)com. Thank you!


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