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Monday, December 16, 2013

Casey's Quest by Tamara Lee Dorris (Author Guest Post / Book Review / Contest Giveaway)

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Author Guest Post


My mother suggested that my readers may get confused because of my “genre hopping.” My first book was funny and now here I am, publishing a dramatic, somewhat paranormal book. I explained that the cover of each book was a dead give-away. My dear mother then said that the “perception” I put out is one of lighthearted humor and if people buy this new book and find that it’s not my normal style, it will change readers’ perception of me. This idea of perceptions intrigues me.

Our perceptions color our world.

There’s an old adage about putting three men in a room with an elephant. The men are all standing around different parts of the elephant and they are blind folded, feeling the elephant. Poor elephant. But when asked what an elephant feels like, one guy describes the ear, another the tail and the other, the trunk. From their limited perception, their views are completely accurate. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about your view of your financial life, your relationships or your neighbor’s bathroom window (never nice to spy). The point is, whatever YOU choose to see, either consciously or unconsciously, is exactly what it true for you. Let me use an example.

In real estate, I often will see this exact scenario: two agents working in the same office, one is prospering and one is not. The one making bank will tell you the market is hot and buyers and sellers are all over the place. The one who is applying at Starbucks to help pay the bills, will tell you the market is horrible and his clients are crazy. They are in the same office and the same market but they are experiencing a completely different outcome. The tricky thing is, they are both right.

Our perception paints our reality. Thus, we can only operate within the limits we see for ourselves. I looked out the window this morning and the sunrise was pink, but my pal in New York was talking on Facebook about all the snow they were getting. These are real perceptions, but very different (and snow is cold). But beyond that, how many of our perceptions are only real because we ourselves have set silly limits that keep us boxed in some imaginary boundaries?

Is that really all the money you can earn?

Are you really unlovable?

Do I look fat in these jeans?

Well, do I?

These are the questions you have to ask yourself before assigning a limit to your greatness (and please get back to me on the jeans, because, um, they feel tight).

What if you woke up today and changed your perceptions to include unlimited abundance, harmonious relationships and all you can eat shrimp? Wouldn’t you approach your day differently? Of course you would! You would make calls you normally put off, try things that might ordinarily scare you, and hey, all that shrimp will be yummy.

I perceive a world that is peaceful and loving. I perceive unlimited abundance.

See the world the way you want to see it, and watch how it changes.

Bear hugs,

About The Author

Tamara Lee Dorris has been a life-long fan of personal and spiritual development, and has written several books that fall under the category of "self-help." Casey's Quest explores various aspects of spiritual development, brain science & the paranormal. Tamara She is also an adjunct professor, radio host, and long time real estate professional.


Book Review

Casey's Quest by Tamara Lee Dorris
Book 1: Quest Series
Publisher: Empowered Press Publishing
Publication Date: July 2, 2013
Format: Paperback - 358 pages / Kindle - 457 KB
ISBN: 0615772455
ASIN: B00EE83696
Genre: Contemporary Fiction

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Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.

Book Description:

At her father's death, Casey Anderson discovers she was adopted at age four. Not able to remember anything, she sets out on a quest to discover why her birth mother gave her up and, and why her adopted parent kept it such a secret. She embarks on a dangerous and spiritually enlightening journey that proves to her, nothing is what it seems.

Book Excerpt:

Casey’s Quest


Casey wasn’t sure what to wear to the funeral.

The Colonel had a heart attack and dropped dead in the shower last Sunday afternoon. It was raining. Casey only moved out a couple of months earlier and was ecstatic about her new found freedom. The call came, “You better come, honey.” And in that moment, Casey knew something was very wrong with the Colonel. Her mom went in to put fresh towels on the counter when she found him lying there, naked, with the water pounding on his face.

They didn’t have friends, really, so Casey wasn’t sure if there would be a lot of people at the service, or only a few. A plain black dress, her mom said, is what your father would expect. And so it was. What the Colonel expected from Casey was what Casey learned to give him, and even now, he was expecting her to wear a plain black dress.

Casey considered moving back home—it might be different without him there—but in her heart of hearts, she really didn’t want to. Hadn’t her mom been suffocating enough when the Colonel was alive? And, since there wasn’t any other family, she couldn’t just abandon Sacramento and leave her mom behind. So in her mind, she compromised. She would stay in her apartment and call home a lot. But now, at first, her mom would need her.

Breaking away from home at age 21 was a feat in itself. Gonna bust out of these barracks, she’d say each time she stashed a new paycheck in the bank. Her mom begged her to stay home, and the Colonel bribed her. Live here and go to Sac State, he’d say…GI loan kiddo. You can even quit that sandwich-making job and I’ll give you an allowance. But Casey had other ideas. So she saved her money and found a studio apartment close to home. Her mom played the guilt card while the Colonel wore a disappointed scowl and his dress greens. Casey lobbied that the apartment she found was right around the corner. This seemed to appease them. And then he died.

The funeral was held at Mount Vernon, a mecca for honoring dead military men. There were a few men in dress blues, but she didn’t recognize them. Did they come with the funeral package? The neatly folded American Flag did.

“Mom, are you okay?” Casey whispered as her mother’s swollen eyes continued to produce a steady stream of tears. The preacher at the podium was talking about how Colonel Anderson had been an outstanding role model and made significant contributions to his country. Did this nice preacher with the silver hair even know what he was talking about? The preacher looked at her mom’s limp form and endless sobbing, he asked if the daughter would like to say a few words. Casey nodded no, that the daughter had nothing to add.

“Come on, Mom, let’s get you home.”

“I just can’t believe he’s gone. Oh, honey, this must be so hard on you, too.”

Casey held her mother up and escorted her to the car, opening the passenger side of her mother’s car so she could take them both back home.

“I think you need some rest, Mom.”

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Yes, Mom, I’ll stay tonight. I just have to feed Pumpkin in the morning.”

“Think about coming home. Moving back in. Think about the money you could save now that you have that new job.”

“Let’s get you home, Mom. A little food in your tummy.”

“We should have had a get together afterwards like other people do.”

Casey wanted to roll her eyes. Who would come? They moved all the time over the years which hadn’t allowed time for many friendships to develop for any of them, and really, it seemed like her parents were pretty anti-social anyway. Maybe her own lack of popularity was by default?

“We’ll just have our own get together, Mom. Just me and you.”

Casey wasn’t intimidated by her mom. If anything, annoyed with her at times. Always expecting Casey to keep her company, wanting her to miss out on normal high school things so she didn’t have to be alone. The Colonel had been the enforcer. He was the one who would nix the homecoming dances or slumber parties, but as she got older, it seemed quite possibly it was because he didn’t want to hear his wife moan and groan about being alone.

Stepping into the house with everything perfectly in place, his absence was obvious. His office door was closed as normal. When he was inside, sitting at his big, imposing desk, Casey would have to knock before she entered. When he was gone, or working out of town, the door was kept locked.

“Mom, do you mind if I take home a few of his books?” Was it too soon to ask this?

“Oh sure, honey, I’m sure he’d want you to have them. You and he, reading all the time.”

And she cleaning things that had been cleaned four minutes earlier. Casey finished her last bite of frozen pizza. Should have let it cook a few more minutes.

“I think I want to lie down,” her mom said, staring absent-mindedly at the wooden table.

“I think that’s a good idea. Let me help you upstairs.”

“I want to sleep on the couch again. One more night.”

“Mom, you’ve slept on that coach four nights now, Come on…you’re going to have to sleep in your own bed sooner or later.”

“Maybe tomorrow.”

Helping her mother to the couch, she covered her with the big yellow blanket she’d brought down from the hall closet.

“Okay, you sleep tight. I’m going upstairs.”

“I love you, Casey. You are a good girl. The Colonel loved you too.”

“I know he did, Mom.”

Casey started up to her old bedroom. The daybed that replaced the one she took when she moved out was stiff. She looked forward to sleeping in her own bed, her own apartment. It had been four nights and her back was as stiff as the mattress felt. Walking past her parents’ room was the big, inviting king-sized bed. No reason to let that go to waste. But then, maybe it was some kind of violation to sleep under the covers? She grabbed the comforter from the day bed and flopped on to the big bed, falling fast asleep.

She awoke to the sunlight dancing across the covers and the sound of pots and pans downstairs. She’s cleaning. This is how she’s going to deal with it, she’s going to clean. Casey rubbed her eyes and sat up. Cleaning was her mother’s drug. If something was wrong or bothered her, there would be soap, or pine cleaner or soft blue powder from a can that would scrub toilets and sinks and counters. A clean-aholic. Did they have 12-steps programs for that? The Colonel and her mother never really fought. They might have closed-door discussions sometimes, but really, the only time Jan Anderson was upset, usually had to do with Casey upsetting her, and then, there would be hell to pay with the Colonel, and lots of clean counters. Things may not be perfect, but by God they would shine.

Fumbling from her parents’ bathroom, she flushed the toilet and caught site of the shower. Her mother had already cleaned it. Casey knew this because on the way home from the emergency room where her father was declared officially dead, her mother made her stop at the grocery store for tile cleaner.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I really need it.”

“Mom, why do you need tile cleaner?”

“I just do. I need it now.”

And so, like the good daughter she was programmed to be, Casey stopped at the store, leaving her shocked and mourning mother inside the car to go inside with her own state of shock to buy tile cleaner.

Later that same night, while Casey was trying to sort out the reality that her father was dead, she heard her mother upstairs scrubbing the shower. She cleaned it until it shone like a piece of art. That shower that he died in might never get used again. It may only be baths for Mom from here on out.

She checked herself in the mirror. Tired. The clanging of pots and pans traveled up the stairway. What had she found to clean in that already-sparkling kitchen? Then, there is was. The key chain. The sacred key chain that the Colonel carried in the front left pocket of his always pressed pants. The key to his office. Sacred key. Sacred office. She grabbed it like she had just found a silver dollar on the sidewalk. Quick and clean. It was hers.

Almost trotting down the staircase, Casey peeked into the kitchen to see her mother had effectively removed the entire contents of the cupboards. Pots and pans, glass lasagna dishes, cookie sheets…all of them, crowded and stacked on the counter, while her mother, on hands and knees, was wiping down the shelves. Casey shook her head in disbelief. They hadn’t even lived in the house more than a few years, and this was at least the third time her mom had cleaned them. There was the time when Casey got her car, and then, when she announced she was moving out. The last one hadn’t been but a few months ago so how the contact paper the spaghetti pot sat on could be dirty already was a mystery.

Turning back, she approached the closed door. She fit the key in the lock and was instantly filled with a sense of excitement which made her almost ashamed. It was her dad; no reason to feel guilty for wanting to go through his things. After all, someone will have to help her mom. She turned the key and softly opened the door. She knew this room well. It was, in fact, the same room that had been in all the other houses, all the other states. Every time they were transferred, the movers were shown this room and paid to pack it up and set it up exactly the same at the new home, wherever it might be.

Sitting at his desk, she stroked the fine wooden desktop and cool black leather chair. Maybe she would move home. Maybe she would sit in this office and feel important. She could look at all the books and pick up the phone and talk about classified military secrets. She reached for the first drawer on the left that contained a dozen or so files. Casey pulled a folder out. Home owner’s insurance, car insurance….she shuffled through the boring papers. Replacing the folder, she shut the drawer. Opening the next one, she found more of the same kind of boring papers…mostly military paperwork. Retirement, pension plan…stuff like that. When she went to whip open the final drawer, her hand pulled back. It was locked. She yanked it a few times to be sure.

Swiveling to the left and right several times, staring at that drawer, she considered the contents. Maybe money? Secret papers that talked about all the missions and projects he never told them about? She was letting all the mysteries books she read over the years get to her, and then the guilt for being so curious. But he was gone. The drawer was still there. Her mother was deep in mourning and scrubbing sponges and well, there was something inside that drawer that was plenty important enough that he wanted it under lock and key. She took a paperclip from the perfectly clean small bowl that housed them. Unbending it, she toyed with the lock. She was no locksmith. Wait…maybe the key to the drawer was on the same keychain that the key to the office was on…there was that little tiny key attached.

Grasping for the keychain she’d tossed carelessly on the corner of the desk when she first walked in, she stretched the ache out of her back; it felt much better having slept on a real bed. She slid the small key into the lock. Bingo. She slowly tugged the drawer open. Inside, she was disappointed; only one folder. One folder? All his banking and military work in unlocked drawers, and here, this big, almost empty drawer that was locked had only one folder?

She pulled the folder out and reclined back in the big chair, stopping first to listen. She wanted to make sure her mother was still busying herself with mindless cleaning before she started sneaking around looking at things unintended for her eyes.

The folder was old, but only slightly worn. She could tell, but she wasn’t sure how. She opened it up. There were three pages that seemed to be his will. She didn’t care much. Her mom would be well-cared for, and with that, she knew her mom would make sure Casey was well-cared for too. She scanned the pages with little interest. Yada, yada, yada….Last Will and Testament…yada, yada, yada…My wife….yada, yada. She started to stuff the pages back in the folder so she could lock up the door and go check on her mother. And that’s when she saw the paper that would change her life forever.

My Book Review:

Twenty year old Casey Anderson's life changes forever when her father, the Colonel, suddenly dies from a heart attack. After the funeral, Casey goes into her father's home office and while searching through his desk, she comes across a file folder that held her father's Last Will & Testament and another document, Evidence of Adoption! From reading the document Casey discovers that she was adopted at the age of four, but has no recollection of her past. Casey questions why her parents never told her about her adoption, has her life been nothing but a lie? When she confronts her mother Jan about her adoption, she is vague and offers little information, leaving Casey to embark on a difficult quest to find her birth mother and get answers about who she is, where she came from, and why she was given up for adoption.

In Casey's Quest, author Tamara Lee Dorris weaves an intriguing story set in Sacramento, California, that has a fascinating mixture of mystery and suspense that will keep the reader turning the pages.

As the reader follows Casey on her quest to find her birth mother, the investigation starts out with an innocent intent to find out about her past, and quickly turns into a strange and dangerous journey, when she learns that her past includes classified military experiments involving the gift of remote viewing that puts her life at risk. And if that isn't enough, Casey takes her job as a bank representative in the asset management department (home mortgage and foreclosure) beyond her job description, when she tries to help a sick woman whose house has been wrongly scheduled for foreclosure, leading her to discover that there is the possibility of loan fraud occurring at the bank.

This intriguing story does have a slow start, but once the reader gets into the heart of the story, it will pique their interest with its suspenseful twists and turns. The story touches upon adoption, banking principles and real estate, Native American spirituality and shamanism, the gift of remote viewing and developing the ability, and classified military experiments and missions.

I really enjoyed following Casey on her quest, and while I did find her to be somewhat naive given her age, Casey's journey is filled with bizarre experiences that opens the door for more than Casey was expecting, and what she discovers is fascinating and kept me drawn in as the story unfolds. The author teases the readers with an open-ended conclusion, leaving them wanting more as Casey's quest continues in the sequel, Casey's Karma.


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