AUDIOS ON THE MANA SUNRISER: Featuring "The Curse of Shadow Park" and "Nick Christopher: Time Traveler"

MarketingNewAuthors.com's (MANA) audio series showcases its authors with interpretative readings of their works. The series continues with The Curse of Shadow Park by F. P. LaRue and Nick Christopher: Time Traveler by Gregory R. Shafer, D.A.

Enjoy listening to an excerpt from the books read by MANA's owner, Dr. Fairy Hayes-Scott. 

In The Curse of Shadow Park, three friends who enjoy solving mysteries, search for a hiker in Shadow Park and find more than they ever expected in the park's Forbidden Zone of the park. 

They encounter tunnels, "pirates," and other unexpected creatures. This is a great book for children!

In Nick Christopher: Time Traveler, Nick goes back in time to change his family history. Is Nick playing God? Will he change history? Are there other time travelers like him?

To preview the books, click on their titles. 

Dr. Fairy Hayes-Scott Featured on "The Podcast Business News Network "

Why is it important to have a book publishing company that's willing to work with new authors? Is it important for authors to have their work reviewed by an editor? 

The Podcast Business News Network interviewed Dr. Fairy Hayes-Scott, owner of MarketingNewAuthors.com (MANA), and Robbie Dean Press discussed these and other issues involving the subject of book publishing. 

Dr. Hayes-Scott also discusses the importance of the publisher-author relationship and the services that MANA provides. 

Are you interested in publishing a book? Then contact MANA at info@marketingnewauthors.com.

Meanwhile, listen to Dr. Hayes-Scott's interview below. 

A MANA Moment Editorial: The Power of Acknowledgment: Why Every Student Deserves Recognition

By Dr. Fairy Hayes-Scott

Owner, MarketingNewAuthors.com

"Mommy, she called everyone in class but me!" 

“Pumpkin, are you sure? Perhaps, she did not see you.”

“Mommy, she saw me. And I know I was the only one who had a report on a Black person.”

I was a third grader and decided to choose to report on a Black person since I had not had a book or lesson about any Black people who had accomplished anything. 

Thus, one day I lamented in frustration to my Mom, "Has Black people done anything?" She answered in the affirmative and took me to a public library. It was there I found a book about famous Black people, one of them was Louis Daniel (Satchmo) Armstrong. 

Since I was in a class with few Black students and knew that I was the only one going to report on a Black individual, I was really anticipating the opportunity to do my report. Well, it did not happen. I was hurt.

So, when I became a teacher, I always made sure I did my best to answer every raised hand or acknowledge every student letting him or her know I would get to his or her answer as soon as I could. For my students, they knew they could not "hide" from me or be missed because there was no front or back of the classroom. I walked all around the classroom doing my best to make every student feel he or she was the center of my concern. 

Sometimes, my students (before I retired I taught seventh, eighth, and ninth graders and community college students for 45 years) may have wished they were not the center. I would even call upon students who did not raise their hands (the exception being when I perceived I should not or they would tell me they were having a bad day). I never wanted to embarrass a student, but I wanted to motivate every student to be confident in his or her answers and know that I believed in each student’s personal worth.

MANA's Award-Winning Author Elesia K. Powell Has A Passion For Poetry

Elesia K. Powell

Elesia K. Powell will tell you that she's passionate about poetry and it becomes apparent after reading her works. She incorporates her life 
experiences into her poetry. For instance, her travels throughout the United States, Europe, and the West Indies are reflected throughout her writings.

Ms. Powell, an educator, and public speaker, has won the prestigious University of Michigan Hopwood Award, an annual contest that awards prizes to U-M students for creative non-fiction, fiction, and poetry. 

In addition, Ms. Powell was also MarketingNewAuthors.com's (MANA's) 2014 Passion For Poetry Poet Contest winner. For winning the contest, MANA published her work titled, Sweet Ache: Poetry of the Soul, a collection of poems that reflects a combination of Jamaican and American heritage. 

There is an undercurrent rhythm and beat in her work that engages a reader. Although the subject matter of the poems varies, the spirit of the works consistently emanates throughout every poem. 

An example of this is the following poem, "Sweet Ache," the title of the book: 

Surrounded by the beauty of lush valleys,
The tropical breezes blow large green leaves,
Exposing the fruit hidden beneath.
I choose the just ripe Mango, papaya, and star fruit;
I slice them into jars,The mango and papaya in the center,
The star fruit toward the outer edges of the jars.
I fill each one with coconut water and sugar.
I want it so sweet
That their teeth will ache,
Like my insides do from wanting you.
I seal the jars and tie them with a bright ribbon
Before I take them to market to sell.
I call it Sweet Ache,
Homemade love in a bottle
with all I have for you
Locked in these jars.
Only the tourists buy my treats.
The natives hear my solitary songs in the night and
Make wide steps around me.
My own voice returns as an echo in darkness,
Sweet Ache I call out,
Homemade love in a bottle.
With each jar sold,
I pray my aching will end.
I return to the valley with Sweet Ache lingering,
Along with the sugar that creases my fingers.
The rain falls on my zinc roof,
Each drop ringing a thousand small bells,
Just a little more sugar.
Sweet Ache.
I slice them into jars,
The mango and papaya in the center,
The star fruit toward the outer edges of the jars.
I fill each one with coconut water and sugar.
I want it so sweetThat their teeth will ache,
Like my insides do from wanting you.
I seal the jars and tie them with a bright ribbon
Before I take them to market to sell.
I call it Sweet Ache,
Homemade love in a bottle
with all I have for you
Locked in these jars.
Only the tourists buy my treats.
The natives hear my solitary songs in the night and
Make wide steps around me.
My own voice returns as an echo in darkness,
Sweet Ache I call out,
Homemade love in a bottle.
With each jar sold,
I pray my aching will end.
I return to the valley with Sweet Ache lingering,
Along with the sugar that creases my fingers.
The rain falls on my zinc roof,
Each drop ringing a thousand small bells,
Just a little more sugar.
Sweet Ache.