{"id":3781,"date":"2019-08-22T06:00:46","date_gmt":"2019-08-22T10:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/?p=3781"},"modified":"2019-08-22T12:07:40","modified_gmt":"2019-08-22T16:07:40","slug":"blog-tour-jumbie-gods-revenge-by-tracey-baptiste-excerpt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/blog-tour-jumbie-gods-revenge-by-tracey-baptiste-excerpt\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour: The Jumbie God&#8217;s Revenge by Tracey Baptiste (Excerpt!)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Happy Thursday and welcome to my stop on <em>The Jumbie God&#8217;s Revenge<\/em> blog tour!! I\u2019m so excited because today I get to share an excerpt of the book with you! Read on to find out more about the book and author!<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/Baptiste_Jumbies3_jkt_HC_2MB_HR.jpg\" alt=\"Blog Tour: The Jumbie God&#8217;s Revenge by Tracey Baptiste (Excerpt!)\" title=\"Blog Tour: The Jumbie God&#8217;s Revenge by Tracey Baptiste (Excerpt!)\" class=\"ubb-cover-image alignleft\"><strong>The Jumbie God's Revenge<\/strong> by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/authors\/tracey-baptiste\/\">Tracey Baptiste<\/a> <br><strong>Published on<\/strong>  September 3, 2019 by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/publishers\/algonquin-young-readers\/\">Algonquin Young Readers<\/a> <br><strong>Genres:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/ya\/\">YA<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/science-fiction\/\">Science Fiction<\/a> <br><strong>Pages:<\/strong> 272 <br><strong>Add to <\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/43212930-the-jumbie-god-s-revenge\" target=\"_blank\">Goodreads<\/a> <br><blockquote class=\"ubb-synopsis\"><p><b>In book three of the popular Jumbies series, Corinne must use her emerging supernatural powers to battle the angry god who would destroy her Caribbean island home.<\/b><\/p>\n<p> When an out-of-season hurricane sweeps through Corinne\u2019s seaside village, Corinne knows it\u2019s not a typical storm. At first Corinne believes Mama D\u2019Leau\u2014the powerful and cruel jumbie who rules the ocean\u2014has caused the hurricane. Then a second, even more ferocious storm wrecks the island, sending villagers fleeing their houses for shelter in the mountains, and Corinne discovers the storms weren\u2019t caused by a jumbie, but by the angry god Huracan.<\/p>\n<p> Now Corinne, with the help of her friends and even some of her enemies, must race against time to find out what has angered Huracan and try to fix it before her island home is destroyed forever. &nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\t\t<script type=\"application\/ld+json\">\n{\n\t\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\n\t\"@type\":\"Review\",\n\t\"datePublished\": \"2019-08-22T10:00:46+00:00\",\n\t\"description\": \"Happy Thursday and welcome to my stop on The Jumbie God's Revenge blog tour!! I\\u2019m so excited because today I get to share an excerpt of the book with you! 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Nothing but air surrounded her and there <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">was only the sand and a few sharp rocks below. She landed on the rough trunk of the tree, slapping it hard with her palms and then wrapping her legs around it. She slipped and felt a rush of panic rise to her throat until she got the soles of her feet flat against the bark to grip her in place.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne looked down at the beach. Mrs. Duval, in a bright purple headwrap and a loose white blouse and colorful skirt, shaded her eyes as she peered into the tree.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t injure yourself before you get my coconuts, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">please,\u201d she teased Corinne.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Next to Mrs. Duval was Corinne\u2019s friend Malik. He shaded his face with a small hand, watching Corinne as she moved. His older brother, Bouki, wasn\u2019t looking her way at all. He was focused on the road, hoping for one last customer before they called it a morning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne caught her breath and returned to her task. It was dizzyingly high at the top of the coconut trees. Even in the shade of their large fan-like leaves, and with the sea breeze blowing to shore, the heat had her drenched in sweat. She panted as she reached up for a thick, yellow coconut. She twisted and twisted it until the tough stem snapped and then looked down to see where Malik was waiting to catch it, but the coconut slipped from her sweat-slick palm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWatch out!\u201d she cried. Malik stepped nimbly out of the\u00a0 way, but Bouki, busily counting Mrs. Duval\u2019s coins, didn\u2019t hear her warning. The coconut grazed the side of his arm and dropped near his foot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou nearly killed me!\u201d he yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI said \u2018watch out.\u2019\u201d Corinne carefully climbed back down the sloping trunk. She had skinned the insides of her thighs climbing down before and had learned to use the soles of her feet to keep her body away from the bark. When she was close enough to the bottom, she pushed off the tree and landed near Bouki, who had lopped off the top of the coconut with a machete and passed it to Mrs. Duval.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Duval shook the coconut and screwed up her face. \u201cAll these coconuts dry, dry these days. I thought it was rainy season already.\u201d She peered up into the tree again. \u201cAren\u2019t there any more up there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bouki patted the\u00a0 trunk. \u201cWe only have what nature gives us,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd whatever else you can grab,\u201d Mrs. Duval added. Bouki put on a fake look of offense as he pocketed <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">her money, but it was not news to anyone that Bouki and <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Malik used to be thieves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThey\u2019re reformed,\u201d Corinne said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHmm. Reformed,\u201d Mrs. Duval repeated, looking at the\u00a0 boys out of the corner of her eye. She sniffed\u00a0 the opening of the coconut and first sipped, then tipped it back and drank long. When she finally came up for air, there was a look of satisfaction on her face, but only for a moment. \u201cYou should go back to selling oranges,\u201d Mrs. Duval said to Corinne. \u201cNothing on the island compares to your oranges.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne blushed, but her gaze flitted over the waves, and\u00a0 the compliment faded quickly. \u201cI can\u2019t only sell oranges, Mrs. Duval,\u201d she said. \u201cIt\u2019s not good business.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAh, of course,\u201d Mrs. Duval said, smiling. She turned to\u00a0 the beach, where a band of children played on the sand. She waved at them to catch their attention, and then pointed with the whole length of her arm to a pink house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They all went running.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne\u00a0 waved at Laurent, the\u00a0 oldest of the\u00a0 bunch, who played cricket with her when he wasn\u2019t doing chores or watching his younger siblings.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can send him along later,\u201d Mrs. Duval said. \u201cIf you want to play.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne shook her head. \u201cMaybe another time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know,\u201d Mrs. Duval said, leaning in close. \u201cYou can\u2019t\u00a0 watch the waves forever.\u201d When Corinne didn\u2019t answer, Mrs. Duval picked up all her coconuts by the stems and walked behind her children to their house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sea was bright blue and the sun reflected off the choppy waves in dazzling silver and gold. In the line of fishing boats near the horizon, Corinne could just make out her papa\u2019s, even though it was impossible to see its bright yellow color. She had memorized the shape of it, so she could always pick out her papa on the waves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe\u2019s safe, you know,\u201d Bouki said. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor now,\u201d Corinne replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou worry too much.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne turned from the sea to look at her friend. There had been a time when she didn\u2019t worry. That was before her orange trees bore their first fruit, when she and her papa had their routine. He would wake her up in the morning and tell her to be careful on land, and she would tell him to mind that the <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">sea didn\u2019t swallow him up, and they would both promise to be safe. But then <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Severine came. She was beautiful at first, dreadful at their last encounter, and with her came all of the jumbies.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t worry enough,\u201d Corinne told Bouki. She clutched the stone pendant of the necklace that hung near her heart, and rubbed its cracked surface with her thumb.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne hadn\u2019t believed\u00a0 in jumbies before Severine followed her out of the forest. She thought they were only stories that grown-ups told to scare the children on the island, stories about things that came out at night so little ones would stay in their beds. But then she encountered creatures with backward feet, women who shed their skin, and men covered in spiky fur with teeth as sharp as daggers. There was a jumbie who cared for the woods, and one who lived beneath the waves who would turn anyone into stone at a glance and who ruled the mermaids in the sea. Corinne had seen them all. But worse than that, she had witnessed their power, and she understood just how easy it was to succumb to any one of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She had nearly lost her papa to Severine, and Bouki to <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mama D\u2019Leau. It was enough to make anyone worry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Months ago, when Corinne had dragged Severine into the sea and left her there, she had been sure that it was only a matter of time before the sea spat Severine back out. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe sea doesn\u2019t keep anything, Corinne,\u201d her papa <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">had told her. So today, and every day, she stayed near the <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">shore watching the waves and waiting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne nicked the skin of her thumb on a sharp edge of her stone necklace. The stone had been her mama\u2019s, and after Corinne had broken it, her papa had wrapped it in leather to hold it together again. In the months since, Corinne had rubbed some of the cracks smooth, but the stone did not soothe her like it used to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is it we are looking for?\u201d an old woman asked. She had appeared out of nowhere and stood next to them in the shade of the coconut tree.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWitch!\u201d Bouki said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The witch picked up her walking stick and brought it down with force on Bouki\u2019s right foot. The sparse few strands of her short white hair shook with her jab.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bouki doubled over to nurse his foot and looked daggers at the white witch, but he knew enough not to say anything else.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood morning, neighbor,\u201d Corinne said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The witch knocked her walking stick on the trunk of the tree and squinted up at the fruit. \u201cAny more good ones left?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAll green,\u201d Corinne said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The witch nodded. \u201cI don\u2019t mind the young ones.\u201d Malik scrambled up the tree. The witch leaned against <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">the trunk, letting her stick rest against its curve. She rubbed her left arm slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everything about the white witch looked like it was <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">near expiration: the sun-bleached pattern on her dress, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">the threadbare wrap that tied her head, the few drooping twists\u00a0 of short white hair that refused to be contained in her headwrap. Even the skin of her body sagged loose around her bones as if it might detach and crumple around her at any moment. No one knew how old the white witch was. Even the oldest people in the villages remembered her as ancient when they were young.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Corinne watched the witch massage her damaged arm. It was even more shriveled and grayer than the rest of her, as if the life had been leached out of it. But at the end of her arm, her hand seemed more vibrant. Her fingers curled and stretched in short, jerking movements.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour hand is getting stronger,\u201d Corinne said. \u201cThere\u2019s only two ways for a thing to go,\u201d the witch <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">said. \u201cBetter, or worse.\u201d She stretched and bent her fingers as she looked out to sea. \u201cWhat you looking out at the sea for? You already know what is under the water.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before Corinne could find an answer, Malik jumped to the ground holding a coconut with just the barest hint of yellow on the husk. He macheted the top off before presenting it to the witch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The witch\u2019s tongue jumped out in anticipation, flicking over her thin, dry lips. She took the husk in her good hand and drank deeply. Some of the water dribbled out the sides of her mouth, past a patch of gray chin-stubble, and down the dark, wrinkled folds of her throat, which <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">made jerking movements like fresh fish bundled in a net.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She downed the entire contents in one go. Then she handed\u00a0 the coconut back to Malik. He moved to cut it open, but she shook her head. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing there,\u201d she said. She seemed to be discussing the sea, not the lack of jelly in the coconut.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without another word, the witch shuffled off, kicking up pale sand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDidn\u2019t I say that, brother?\u201d Bouki asked. \u201cDidn\u2019t I tell her that nothing was going to happen?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs that what I said?\u201d the witch called over her shoulder. She maneuvered back around to face them. \u201cDunce. Who ever said nothing is going to happen?\u201d She lifted her cane with some difficulty and gestured around her. Her loose dress rippled in the wind. \u201cSomething is always happening.\u201d She moved her mouth in a way that made Corinne think she was rearranging her teeth before she continued. \u201cBoy, nothing is as dull as you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou think something else is going to happen,\u201d Corinne said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The witch shot her the same look of disdain she had turned on Bouki. \u201cSomething is happening right now,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd a moment after that something will happen again.\u201d She cut her eyes at Bouki again. \u201cMaybe you are spending too much time with this one. You were smarter when you were coming to the market alone. You will miss things if you keep wasting time standing guard at the sea. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You think this is the only piece of shore? The only spread <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">of water?\u201d She stretched her ruined fingers again and muttered, \u201cOnly two ways for things to go, better or worse. And there\u2019s nothing you can do about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They watched the witch as she bent the corner around a grove of coconut trees. It was only after she was out of <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">sight that Bouki shouted, \u201cShe didn\u2019t pay!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3382\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"775\" height=\"35\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider.png 775w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider-300x14.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider-768x35.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 775px) 100vw, 775px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-3198\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/about-the-author-001-1024x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/about-the-author-001.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/about-the-author-001-300x59.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/about-the-author-001-768x150.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><b><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-3784 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/Baptiste-Tracey-LS-credit-to-Latifah-Abdur-Photography-1-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/b><\/p>\n<p>I am the New York Times bestselling author of <em>Minecraft: The Crash<\/em>, as well as the creepy Caribbean series The Jumbies, which includes<em>\u00a0<a style=\"font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;\" href=\"https:\/\/traceybaptiste.wordpress.com\/my-books\/the-jumbies\/\">The Jumbies<\/a>\u00a0<\/em>(2015),\u00a0<em><a style=\"font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Rise-Jumbies-Tracey-Baptiste\/dp\/1616206659\">Rise of the Jumbies<\/a><\/em>\u00a0(2017), and <em>The Jumbie God\u2019s Revenge<\/em> (scheduled for 2019). I\u2019ve also written the contemporary YA novel\u00a0<em><a style=\"font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/angels-grace-tracey-baptiste\/1100374411?ean=9781416995371&amp;itm=7&amp;usri=tracey%2bbaptiste\">Angel\u2019s Grace<\/a><\/em>\u00a0and\u00a09\u00a0\u00a0non-fiction\u00a0<a style=\"font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/s\/tracey-baptiste?keyword=tracey+baptiste&amp;store=allproducts\">books<\/a>\u00a0for kids in elementary through high school.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m a former elementary school teacher,\u00a0I do lots of\u00a0<a style=\"font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;\" href=\"https:\/\/traceybaptiste.wordpress.com\/author-visits\/\">author visits<\/a>,\u00a0and I\u2019m on the faculty at Lesley University\u2019s Creative Writing MFA program.<\/p>\n<p>My name is pronounced\u00a0<i><em style=\"font-weight: inherit;\">buhTEEST.<\/em><\/i><\/p>\n<div><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-3364\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/follow-the-author-001-1024x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/follow-the-author-001.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/follow-the-author-001-300x59.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/follow-the-author-001-768x150.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/traceybaptiste.wordpress.com\/\">Website<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/traceybaptiste\">Twitter<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3382\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"775\" height=\"35\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider.png 775w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider-300x14.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/diamond-divider-768x35.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 775px) 100vw, 775px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-3328\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/lets-talk-001-1024x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/lets-talk-001.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/lets-talk-001-300x59.png 300w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/lets-talk-001-768x150.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Are you adding this book to your #TBR? It&#8217;s been on mine for months, and I&#8217;m so excited to read it! Let me know if you&#8217;re adding it in the comments and have a splendiferous day!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3401\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/well-wishes-kait-july-2019.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/well-wishes-kait-july-2019.png 600w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/well-wishes-kait-july-2019-300x160.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Happy Thursday and welcome to my stop on The Jumbie God&#8217;s Revenge blog tour!! I\u2019m so excited because today I get to share an excerpt of the book with you! 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