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LOVE ON THE VINE by Roxanne Smith – Book Tour + #Giveaway

01/08/17

LOVE ON THE VINE
by Roxanne Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 7/18/2017
Love is in bloom . . .
Straightforward Kay
Bing has never been one for subterfuge, although she did embellish
her resume just a bit to land a design job at Free Leaf Concepts, a
cutting edge botanicals firm. Determined to make a good first
impression, she’s exploring the highly secure company greenhouse
when her assistant—the much too attractive Oliver Pierce—confides
that he’s actually working undercover to investigate whether Free
Leaf has created a potent new street drug. Kay doesn’t believe it
for a minute—until someone plants designer mushrooms in her salad.
Suddenly she and her sexy colleague are teaming up to unearth the
roots of a dangerous operation . . .
Oliver not only has
a personal stake in the investigation, his entire career in law
enforcement is on the line. Stubborn, sensible Kay is a distraction
he can’t afford, but as they dig deeper into the case, they
discover a chemistry that’s too heated to deny. When even one wrong
move could be deadly, Oliver may have to risk it all to keep Kay from
harm—and convince her they should be partners for good.
A Florida native, Roxanne Smith has
called everywhere from Houston to Cheyenne home. Currently residing
in Roswell, New Mexico, she’s an avid reader of every genre, a cat
lover, pit bull advocate, and semi-geek. She loves video games,
Doctor Who, and her dashing husband. Her two kids are the light of her
life and provide ample material for her writing.
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M-Theory Stories by William C. Dell – Book Tour + #Giveaway

12/07/17

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M-Theory Stories:
A Fable for All Time
by William C. Dell
Genre: Fictional Fable
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Time is creation and there is life in many worlds. Our universe is born
from an infinite quantum environment retaining its connection to
other potential universes. Through observation (what you see is what
you get), it is possible to travel to other times in many worlds.
This book is about that vision, transformation, and crossover; the
persistence of mind (M), and the role and nature of God. It is a
metaphysical, philosophical, and theological adventure
A book of reveals: reading it you follow Jack Rabbit and Gray Squirrel
into worlds more curious than Alice’s, and way more empowering. The
energizing pair are more pixie wise than Father Brown, and more
always-a-jump-ahead than Alan Watts. Hey, Jack’s a rabbit! and friend
Gray’s a natural nut-buster.
If you’re of a certain age you’ll recognize Jack as Uncle Wiggly’s
postmodern nephew. Grand as that gentleman was, Jack’s got him beat,
because this book is kid brother to the author’s more “grown up”
(Very Serious) Deconstructing Zen and other works. Come one, come
all, to his playground.
Discover grim(m) Funbuster and earnest Professor caught in their endless loop.
And why Deconstructor pities those thinking the purpose is
philosophical, literary, or political agenda. Go through the tunnel
to find the ballpark’s secret diamond and elegant dance, and listen
to Lady Bluebird. Learn what the gym tells about your wheel of
body-mind. The Woman on the bike gets it! She so well shows Jack and
Gray how it’s done that you, too, may fall for her.
Cobra’s right to say “be careful what you look for, that’s what you’ll
find,” but there’s no missing the most Flower since Little
Prince. Along the way you’ll meet relatives and neighbors, and get
more out of Margarita than Jimmy Buffet ever has. You’ll meet Shiva
and Punchinello, Higgs and the Ferryman. In the oak grove of a
different forest, you may hear Elie Wiesel’s rebbe, the one who knows
“only the story” and that “this must suffice.”
Dell’s fable more than suffices: it’s invitation and jolly romping journey
to the other shore. Just don’t rush it, as I did first time through.
(Gorging on rich nourishment yields indigestion.) Take it easy, one
bite at a time. It won’t ever wear out, and you’ll be in great company.
-Amazon Reviewer
Stephen M. Johnson
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Jack and Gray went inside [the museum]. “Where are the mummies?” they inquired.

“Over there in the Egyptian Hall,” pointed the guard.

“These long boxes with faces are weird,” observed Gray. “Where are the bodies?”

“Shriveled and gone,” answered a guard. “There’s only a few left around the world, but people flock to view them.”

“Why?” asked Gray.

“Because they don’t understand.”

“What’s that odd shaped eye near the face?”

“The wedjet eye.”

“Isn’t it looking the wrong way?”

“No, the wedjet eye looks into the corners of the world. That’s why it stares parallel to forward and backward. It sees through time.”

“Making life and death meaningless,” deduced Jack…

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William C. Dell is Professor Emeritus of Humanities, Montclair State
University, New Jersey. His published works include metaphysics,
poetry, inter-disciplinary studies, and literary criticism.
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The Accidental Art Thief by Joan Scheighardt – Book Tour + #Giveaway

30/06/17

The Accidental Art Thief
by Joan Scheighardt
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
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For a quarter of a century forty-five-year-old Zinc has worked as a
caretaker for a wealthy old man, living in a small casita on his
ranch in New Mexico. She doesn’t make much money, but she has the old
man, her dogs, and gorgeous views of the mountains. She is basically
a very content recluse who doesn’t invest much time thinking about
what she might do if her circumstances change. So when the old man
dies suddenly, and his daughter all but throws her off the property,
Zinc is forced to reinvent herself—and quickly. With a touch of
magical realism and a collection of offbeat characters, The
Accidental Art Thief explores the thin line between life and death
and the universal forces that connect all things.


“Zinc is an engaging, quirky, and utterly unique heroine, instantly
likeable, with a hefty mixture of strong intelligence and
overwhelming naivety…. While the novel is realistic, there is
subtle magic woven in nearly every line, as coincidence and confusion
come together into what might be termed the wisdom of time, spirit,
and love.” ~ Magdelena Ball, CompulsiveReader.com, author of
Sublime Planet, Black Cow, and other titles.
“Schweighardt populates her modern-day odyssey through the southwest with
fascinating, quirky characters thrust into a complex (and hilarious)
web of emotional turmoil, poignant misperceptions, and downright
lies. As laugh-out-loud funny as it is thought provoking.” ~
Julie Mars, author of the memoir A Month of Sundays: Searching for
the Spirit and My Sister, and the novels Rust, Anybody Any Minute,
and The Secret Keepers.
“A sensitive, gripping, artfully rendered novel that kept me reading
from the first page to the last.” ~ Faye Rapoport DesPres,
author of the memoir-in-essays Message from a Blue Jay.
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Joan Schweighardt is the author of five novels, and more on the way. In
addition to her own writing projects, she writes, ghostwrites, and
edits for individuals and corporations.

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Operation: Endgame by Tee Morris – Cover Reveal

28/06/17

 
 
 
Operation: Endgame
Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences
Philippa (Pip) Ballantine
Tee Morris
Book Description:
Join
Agents Books and Braun on their final adventure with the Ministry of Peculiar
Occurrences!
There is no time to rest for Eliza D Braun and Wellington
Thornhill Books. The man who has haunted and hounded them since the fall of the
Maestro, Doctor Henry Jekyll, is now on a killing spree, using bizarre,
theatrical murders as a way to taunt their inability to capture the. It falls
on Books and Braun to turn the tables on Jekyll and bring him to justice.
As Wellington and Eliza continue their pursuit of
the madman Jekyll, the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences stand against a recent
surge in House of Usher activity. Agents Bruce Campbell and Brandon Hill
discover more about the intention of Operation: Ragnorok, and the Ministry find
themselves in a race to thwart Usher’s intent to plunge the world into chaos,
despair, and a noticeable lack of clotted cream for Devon Teas.
The Ministry will not let this stand.
About the Authors
Philippa (Pip) Ballantine
New Zealand born fantasy writer and
podcaster Philippa (Pip) Ballantine is the author of the Books of the Order and
the Shifted World series.
She is also the co-author with her
husband Tee Morris of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences novels as well as Social
Media for Writers. Her awards include an Airship, a Parsec, the Steampunk
Chronicle Reader’s Choice, the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for steampunk, and a
Sir Julius Vogel. She currently resides in Manassas, Virginia with her husband,
daughter, and a furry clowder of cats.
Find out more about her at  http://www.pjballantine.com/
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Tee Morris
Tee
Morris has been writing science fiction, fantasy, horror, and non-fiction for
over a decade. His first novel, MOREVI: The Chronicles of Rafe and Askana,
became the first novel to be podcast in its entirety, ushering in a new age for
authors — podcasting. In 2011, Tee penned with his wife Pip Ballantine the
Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences series. The series and its short fiction
podcast, Tales from the Archives, has won several awards including the 2014
Parsec Award for Best Science Fiction Anthology Podcast, the 2011 Airship Award
for Best Steampunk Literature, and RT Reviews’ Choice Awards for Best Steampunk
of 2014. In 2016, Tee and Pip released the fifth book in the series, The
Ghost Rebellion; the first book in a new spin-off series, The Curse of the
Silver Pharaoh; and the unexpected novella of erotic ridiculousness and hidden
messages from Ministry command, Countless Hues of Crimson.
And
somewhere in the middle of all that, Tee and Pip released with Writer’s Digest
the go-to, how-to book, Social Media for Writers. In 2017, he reunites with
Chuck Tomasi for the third edition of Podcasting for Dummies and brings his
steampunk adventures to a close with Operation: Endgame. Tee and Pip also host
The Shared Desk, a podcast covering collaboration and other aspects of a
writer’s lifestyle.
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After and Before by Samantha Gregory – Spotlight Promo

24/06/17

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Title: After (Book 1)

Publisher: SKGregory

Genre: Horror/YA

Word Count: 46k

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The dead walked. The world fell apart. But what happened after? Jenna Deluise is just trying to survive in this broken world, but after her father’s apparent suicide she discovers that she didn’t really know him at all. How was he connected to the zombies? Why is his former boss so sure he is alive? What else was he hiding?

 

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One

Jenna

 

I kept my head down as I walked along the C road, clutching the bag of groceries to my chest. It wasn’t the kind of neighborhood you wanted to linger in, and it was one of the better ones in the city. I sidestepped a man sitting on the ground. He was wrapped in an old, tattered blanket. He held his hands out to whoever passed him, begging for any money they could spare. I tried not to look at him. I didn’t have any money to give him. I barely had enough for the groceries I just bought.

Joining the queue for the checkpoint, I tried to ignore the chill wind blowing. Summer was definitely over. My jacket was threadbare as it was and I couldn’t afford a new one. Winter was going to be fun. Not.

I kept my gaze fixed on the ground as I moved closer to the front of the line. It wasn’t a good idea to make eye contact with a lot of the people who lived around here. I missed our old house. At least you could walk the streets without worrying about getting mugged, or worse.

I was jostled from behind by a woman wearing a black knit cap and a long black coat.

“What are you looking at?” she snapped. I quickly faced front. I wasn’t interested in a fight; I just wanted to go home.

I swiped my identity pass at the checkpoint; I was two blocks from home. The Alliance soldier posted there scrutinized it carefully before handing it back. Seriously, did I look like a threat?

“Reason for entering this area?” he asked, his cold blue eyes piercing mine. He wore the standard black uniform with the red Alliance symbol on the breast. An automatic weapon hung at his side and I had no doubt that he knew how to use it. The New Alliance was the ultimate law enforcement.

“I live here,” I said.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Food.”

I don’t think he liked my tone, but I didn’t have another I cared to use. Every freaking day I had to go through this. I’m pretty sure it was the same guard too, but the AS had a habit of making people’s lives miserable. He took his time searching my bag, for all that was in it. A few canned goods.

The line behind me was a long one; everyone was crowded together, eager to get home before dark.  Most of the people looked half starved. Food wasn’t cheap in this quadrant and a lot of people had taken to stealing it to survive. We weren’t that bad, yet.

Finally, he waved me through. I hurried away, glad to put him behind me.

I didn’t get far before startled cries rang through the crowd. I glanced back to see someone stagger into the road. He was dressed in rags, his face covered in dirt. The crowd fell silent as he let out a loud moan. I froze. It couldn’t be. My heart began to race.

A ripple went through the crowd and one word rang out clearly. The word no one wanted to hear, the word most people were too terrified to even utter.

Several AS ran forward, weapons already drawn. When the man saw them coming he dropped the act and raised his hands in surrender.

“It was a joke,” he cried as he was tackled to the ground. There were grunts and cries from him as the AS laid into him. Idiot! Nobody tried to help him, and I didn’t blame them. It wasn’t something to joke about.

They hauled him to his feet and led him away. I wasn’t sticking around any longer.
Turning into the alleyway that would take me home, I found that it was already occupied by a street vendor, selling a variety of fruits that were hard to come by nowadays.

“Hey sweetness,” the vendor crooned at me. I glanced at him, taking in the ratty hair, beard and cold black eyes that were checking me out. I used my free hand to pull my jacket tighter around me.

I sped up, hoping to get past him, but he stepped forward, blocking my path.

“Why don’t you choose something nice for yourself, then we can discuss payment,” he raised an eyebrow. He was standing way too close for my liking. I could smell his rancid breath.

He was at least six inches taller than me and while he was no wrestler, he still had more muscle than me. This could go wrong very quickly.  Thinking fast, I said, “Do you have a permit to sell these goods?”

I tried to keep my voice steady. The question seemed to confuse him, “What?”

“A permit. Under section seven of the New Alliance code, it is illegal to sell imported goods without one.”

“Yeah? And what would you know about it, little girl?”

I pulled an ID card from my jacket pocket, “Plenty, I’m an undercover agent for the Alliance.”

He backed away, swearing, “An agent? What are they hiring them straight out of kindergarten now?”

I glared at him. Okay, I look slightly younger than my seventeen years but not that young.

“I should shut you down right now,” I said.

“Come on, I’m just trying to make a living, like everyone else.”

I sighed and took a closer look at his pitch. I spied some oranges. I hadn’t had one in years. I picked up three of them and dropped them into my grocery bag.

The vendor watched me, but didn’t say anything. Usually where there was one agent, another was never far behind. He was probably used to them shaking him down. Why would they pay for things when they could just take them?

I lifted an apple too, making a show of biting into it. It was delicious.

“If I catch you around here again, I’ll shut you down,” I walked away.

At the end of the alley I turned right, passing a burnt out car. A huge black skull had been painted on the wall beside it, along with the words CHAOS REIGNS. Yeah, it did.

Once I was sure I was out of sight, I collapsed against the wall, breathing hard. That was close. It was a good thing I had held onto dad’s work pass. It was the only things of his I had kept. The vendor hadn’t bothered to look too close, all he saw was the Alliance symbol and that was enough to sell it.

At least I had something to show for it. Lifting one of the oranges from the bag, I inhaled its scent. Mom would love them. This reminded me, I was late getting back. I ate the rest of the apple as I walked.

Mom and I shared a crappy two bedroom apartment in South City, formerly Southern Manhattan. It’s all changed now, since the Alliance took over running the country. They had divided the country into quadrants, with an Alliance outpost in each one. Any quadrant deemed uninhabitable was known as an X quadrant. Most of them were located in the centre of the country. They used to be high population areas which were overrun during the outbreak.

Our apartment was on the second floor of a tower block, which housed over sixty families. It was a shoebox compared to where we used to live. That was before everything with dad.

I climbed the concrete steps to the second floor.

“Hi, Jenna.”

I felt a smile spread across my face at the sound of his voice. Ross Tamby, our next door neighbor. He was a year older than me, with dark hair and gorgeous green eyes. He was the one good thing about living here.

“Hi, Ross, how’s your mom?” I asked.

He was wearing a pale blue shirt over slacks, which he looked great in. I was suddenly self-consciousf my own clothes. An old flannel shirt that was frayed at the sleeves, over jeans.

“Better, I think it was just a bug. Thanks for making that soup for her.”

“It was no problem. Oh, here I have something for you,” I held out an orange to him.

“Where did you get that?”

“I just picked it up when I was out.”

He hesitated, “I don’t know, Jen. The Alliance have been really clamping down on imports.”

“I won’t tell them if you don’t.”

He laughed nervously and took the orange, turning it over in his hands, “Hey, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

“I need someone to watch my little sister tonight. Just for a few hours, I would be really grateful.”

I don’t really like kids but when he stared at me with those green eyes, I felt myself caving, “Sure. What time?”

“About seven? You’re the best Jen. Hey, maybe we should hang out some time?”

“I’d love to. How about Friday?”

“Friday’s no good. Saturday?”

I nodded, “Definitely.”

He gave my arm a squeeze, flashed me that smile again and went back inside.

Oh, my God, Ross Tamby just asked me out. This day was definitely getting better.
Once I reached my front door though, everything that happened in the last couple of months came back to me. It didn’t seem right to be happy about something as stupid as a date. Not now that dad was gone.

I paused for a moment, and then went inside. I found mom seated in front of the TV. She was huddled in one of dad’s old shirts, staring vacantly at the screen.  Her long auburn hair, the same shade as my own, was streaked with strands of grey. All that happened in the last few months had aged her.

“I’m back,” I said. It took several seconds for her to respond.

“Hi, honey,” she said, her eyes never leaving the screen.

The news was on. That was all that seemed to be on TV anymore, news and documentaries about the outbreak.

I left her to it, taking the groceries into the kitchenette to unpack.

“Hey,” Lana said, bursting into the house. Lana Barrett lived a few apartments down.

“Did you just let yourself in?” I asked.

“Yeah, so?”

I shook my head and sighed. She had a habit of showing up whenever she felt like it. Since I was the only other girl around that was her age, she assumed we were friends. I guess we kind of were. I mean I couldn’t exactly turn a friend down since I didn’t have any, but she was so annoying, and she had no concept of privacy.

“I saw you talking to Ross. What did he want?” she asked, hopping up on the counter and swinging her legs back and forth. She was wearing a t shirt for an old grunge band over leggings.

“Me to baby-sit. He, uh, asked me out too,” I said.

Her mouth fell open, “Seriously? How did you manage that?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. He just asked me.”

“Wow, what have you got that I haven’t? I mean, I know you’re older, but I’m blonde. Plus I have a lot more going on,” she waved her hands in front of her chest and I felt myself flush. There was no comparison, and now I found myself questioning why Ross asked me out.  I shouldn’t have opened my mouth.

I busied myself with the groceries trying to hide my burning cheeks. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right. I’m sure guys asked her out all the time, but I wasn’t so lucky. I kept my head down at school. Sure, a few guys asked me out, but I turned them down. Mom kept a tight rein on me. If I told her I was going out with some guy, she’d probably ground me for a year. It sucked, but I couldn’t entirely blame her. The world was a crazy, dangerous place.

“I heard that Jamie Ford got arrested.”

Glad to change the subject, I asked, “He did? Why?”

“I heard he was doing ‘deliveries’,” she did air quotes, “for the Alliance on the DL, but when he was caught, they denied it. He was sent to camp.”

I rolled my eyes, she said camp like it was some summer thing, not the concentration camp it was. I’ve heard a million horror stories about those places. Jamie was kind of a loner who liked to pull stupid stunts on people. I wasn’t surprised he got involved in something skeevy, but I thought he had the sense not to get caught. I’m sure the Alliance were quick to use him as their fall guy.

“I should get dinner started,” I said.

She was busy twisting her hair around her fingers, “What are we having?”

“Mom isn’t up to guests. Sorry.” Now she was inviting herself to dinner?

“Yeah, okay. Well I should get going anyway. Let me know how it goes with Ross. I want all the juicy details.” She gave me a wink and headed for the door.

As she passed the door of dad’s office, she looked back at me, “Is that where he…?” She drew a thumb across her throat. I just stared at her in disgust. She shrugged and walked out.

“Bye, Mrs D!” she called loudly.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut. I really needed to start locking it.
After I put the groceries away, I peeled one of the oranges to eat. Popping one of the segments into my mouth, I savored the sweet juices. Putting the rest of the pieces onto a plate, I brought them into the living room for Mom.

I took a seat beside her on the ancient leather sofa that had been here when we arrived. The stuffing was falling out of it and it smelled faintly of cat pee, but it was one of the few bits of furniture in the apartment. Dad wouldn’t let us take anything from the old house, except for some clothes.

“Mom?” I held the plate out to her.

“Oh, lovely,” she said, taking a piece.

She ate it without comment, further proof of how much she had changed since dad’s death. There was a time she would have screamed at me for arriving home late and she would have interrogated me about the oranges too.

Now she seemed distant. Lost. It was up to me to cook and clean and buy groceries on the meager widow’s pension which Mom received once a month from Gene-Pharm. Sometimes she would lock herself away in her bedroom for days.

It had been two months since dad had killed himself. I came home one day to find the Alliance removing the body. They wouldn’t let me see him, or answer any questions I had. Mom was hysterical. When she finally calmed down, she told me he overdosed on pills. There was no note. No explanation. He was just gone.

I spent all my energy since, trying not to think about him. About how he abandoned us. I had my mother to take care of; I couldn’t afford to fall apart.

The news ended and Clive Rutherford appeared on the screen. He was a self-proclaimedistorian, who travelled the country documenting the epidemic and its aftermath.

“Almost twenty years ago, the outbreak began. A deadly virus swept America, spread by the bite of the infected. It became a third world country, practically overnight, with Canada and South America closing their borders to prevent it from spreading. Minor outbreaks occurred across the globe, but none as devastating as here.  A team of scientists worked tirelessly to find a cure.”

A picture flashed up on screen of the scientists. I inhaled sharply when I saw my dad’s face amongst them. He had been a key player in finding the cure.

“Infected areas were dusted with an experimental cure, which eliminated a large percentage of the infected, but made it almost impossible to grow anything in the soil.
The country began to rebuild itself, slowly, with the help of the New Alliance, the military appointed government whose swift action saved the country from total destruction. It was only five years ago that the vaccine was approved. Since then, the infected have been successfully eradicated.”

I snorted. The infected. They made it sound like they had a bad dose of the flu, but using the Z word was practically a crime in itself.

Yes, the zombies were gone, but the world was still a mess, and it would be for a long time to come. I admit I don’t have a lot of firsthand experience with the devastation. Dad was hired by Gene-Pharm when I was very young and we were moved to one of their safe zones.

I remember the first time I ever saw a zombie that wasn’t on TV. It was the day we had moved to the house in the suburbs.

We were driving past one of the restricted zones. I was in the back seat of our minivan; I was only about four years old. A chain link fence ran around the area and I remember seeing the people in the zone pressed up against it, their faces desperate and terrified. Mom tried to get me to look at her and tried to distract me by singing songs, but I couldn’t look away.

As I watched, a wave of panic went through the crowd and they all scattered. A few of them fell to the ground in their haste to get away. A man emerged from the crowd, waving his arms wildly. He crashed into the fence as though he didn’t know it was there.

For a second our eyes locked, as he looked at me hungrily, his face crazed and black bile covered his chin. Then the car moved on and he was gone. I woke up screaming every night for a month after that.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a helicopter which drowned out the TV. It wasn’t unusual to hear them pass over, but this one sounded very close. Something told me that trouble was on the way, and Dad always said I had great instincts.

“Mom, maybe-” Before I could finish the sentence, the living room window exploded, showering us in glass.

I screamed as two Alliance soldiers jumped into the room. They trained their guns on us.

“Don’t move!”

 

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Title: Before

Publisher: SKGregory

Genre: Horror/YA

Word Count: 47k

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One mistake could doom mankind…

A young intern discovers that the company he works for is developing a deadly virus. Terrified of what it could do, he steals the virus and the antidote. When it is accidentally released on a subway train, the occupants all perish. The problem is they don’t stay dead.
Jack, a computer geek, receives an email which leads her to a scientist and a street-smart punk called Danny, who holds the antidote in his veins. The unlikely allies fight to expose the company and their virus to the media, but can they stay alive long enough to synthesize a cure? And how far will the virus spread?

 

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Prologue

 

Tom

Just keep moving, don’t make eye contact with anyone.

I jogged down the steps to the subway, avoiding looking at the sea of faces that were heading up. The bag I carried bounced off my hip and I thought of the contents inside and what would happen if they broke. I couldn’t slow down though, so I placed my hand on the bag, holding it firmly against my body.

Several people bumped into me, none of them bothering to apologize. If they knew what I was carrying they would definitely keep their distance.

The train hadn’t arrived yet; a small crowd filled the platform. I moved as close to the edge as I dared; eager to get out of here.

I was breathing heavily, sweat dripped off me. My shirt was soaked through. A blonde girl, about my age, gave me a disgusted look and inched away from me. I didn’t blame her.

What have I done?

I had just ruined my entire life. Working at Gene Pharm was my dream. I’d done my time as an intern, earned my promotion and here I was one week in and I had stolen research. I was in the lab, going through old projects and cataloging them.  A message had appeared on my computer screen, an instant message with a file name. There was no sender, so I just assumed that it was an internal memo for me on which file I should work on next. The file was buried deep and once I read it, I could understand why.

Maybe I could still fix this. If I took the bag back, explained the situation…

No. If I took it back, they would kill me. And if this stuff ever got used…that didn’t bear thinking about. I wasn’t naïve, I know that a lot of pharmaceutical and research companies work on some deadly stuff, but this was beyond anything I’d ever seen. It had the potential to wipe out most of the world if it got loose.

I heard the distant rumble of the train. I just needed to put some distance between me and Gene Pharm. Then I could decide what to do next. My parents owned a cabin up north, before they died. It was in my mother’s maiden name. I could go up there and lay low for a while. There was no way they would think to look there.

As the train pulled up, I saw them. Two suits, about twenty feet away, searching the crowd. I knew they were from Gene Pharm.

Keeping my head down, I boarded the train. It was only a matter of time before they caught me. I quickly took a seat and opened my laptop. Inserting the flash drive, I opened up my email. There weren’t many people who would understand what I was sending them, but one person sprang to mind. Jack Wylie. We were in college together, chemistry specifically. He would know what the formula was and what it could do.

I typed Jack into the mail recipient box and his email address came up. I glanced around for any sign of the two goons in suits. They were two cars back, searching every passenger.

“Damn,” I muttered. I attached the file, typing a quick message to Jack.

I need you to take a look at this. Gene Pharm was working on it and I think they are going to test it on humans. If you don’t hear from me again – make sure the media gets this.

I prayed Jack wouldn’t think it was a hoax. Ripping the flash drive from the laptop, I slipped it down the side of the seat. It was better not to get caught with the evidence on me.

They were only one car away now. I couldn’t let them get the virus or the antivirus.  The car I was in only held five other people. An old couple, a woman carrying groceries, a middle aged man and a teenage boy.

He was about eighteen, with dark hair, wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans. He stood by the doors, ear buds in place. I could make out the faint sounds of Paint it Black playing.

He was going to get off the train. I unzipped the bag to reveal the two injector pens inside. I wasn’t about to risk exposing the virus, but someone else should have the antivirus. Someone with no ties to Gene Pharm.

Gene Pharm could destroy it or at least keep it for themselves. I pulled out the antivirus, set the bag on the seat and stood up. The train was slowing down. This could be my only chance to make sure the antivirus survived.

When the train lurched, I pretended to stumble into the boy, while injecting the contents into his hip. He ripped the buds from his ears and glared at me.

“Watch it man,” he snapped.

Realizing what I had done, I looked into his green eyes, “I’m sorry.”

He was thrown by the sincerity of the statement.

“It’s cool,” he shrugged. The train stopped and he got off. I watched him go as the doors closed. He headed up, out of the subway and I lost sight of him. Taking a step forward, I thought I could follow, but a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I didn’t need to look to know they had reached me.

The train moved off again. One of them led me back to my seat and sat beside me. The other stood close by. They couldn’t make a scene here. That was the one thing they knew how to do well – cover their asses.

“I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you,” the one beside me said. His dark hair was shaved close to his head and his nose looked like it had been broken a few dozen times. His buddy was shorter, but equally intimidating.

“Please, if it gets out, millions could die.” They had to understand why I was doing this.

The one beside me glanced at his partner looking amused, “I don’t give a damn about the details. We’re just here to return what was taken.”

I looked around the car. No one was going to help me. My hand tightened around the bag.

“We’re getting off at the next stop. Mr. Breton wants to see you.”

I swallowed hard. No one ever came face to face with Breton. He was an enigma, always shut away in his office on the fourteenth floor. Of course if I was responsible for the production of a deadly virus, I’d want to keep my face hidden too. He had the power and the influence to make me disappear.

We stood up, ready to leave. I still held the bag.

I threw an elbow at the goon next to me. I caught him in the nose and he stumbled back. I took off running towards the back of the train.

Someone pulled the emergency brake as I reached the final car. It was empty. I fell to my knees, the bag shooting across the floor. It was still unzipped and the virus rolled out.

I scrambled after it, but they had caught up to me.

With a final glance back, I crashed through the car door and down onto the tracks. I started running, certain I would never stop.

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Stolen Time by Chloé Duval Book Tour + #Giveaway

20/06/17

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by Chloé Duval
Genre: Fiction, Sweet Romance
Pub Date: 6/13/17
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delivered decades late, inspiring a young woman to try to reunite two
star-crossed lovers . . .
Middle school teacher by day, romance
writer by night, and group knitter on Tuesday evenings, Flavie
Richalet leads a fairly uneventful life—until she receives a long
delayed letter meant for a total stranger. Postmarked 1971, the
yellowed envelope, addressed to an Amélie Lacombe, holds a fervent
message of love and a marriage proposal, signed only with the initial
E. Given her own fractured family history, Flavie is dreamily
determined to learn what became of the couple . . .
Flavie’s inquiries lead her to a
French seaside inn—and to E. himself, a true romantic who never
forgot the girl who got away so many years ago. But his protective
nephew, B&B owner Romaric, isn’t sure that trying to find
Amélie after all these years is good for his uncle. At odds with the
tall, dark, and impossibly passionate Romaric, Flavie must show him,
and perhaps herself, that true love is timeless—and always worth
waiting for . . .
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Karouac, Brittany

September 4, 1975

It was the most important day of her life.

She’d been waiting and preparing for this day for weeks, and she

should have been deliriously happy. She should have been lighthearted

and smiling.

But instead, she felt strange and uncomfortable. As though she was

forgetting something important. As though she was about to make a

mistake.

It’s just apprehension, she told herself. The usual jitters all women

feel before they commit for life.

But did all women think of their first love on their wedding day?

Amélie closed her eyes, and Erwan’s beautiful face appeared in

her mind. She pictured his irresistible smile, his gray-blue gaze, his

unruly hair, always too wild to lie flat. She felt his rough hands on

her skin, his lips on hers, as though it were only yesterday that they

had lain together on the beach.

She shook her head, willing herself to dismiss the memory. It was

foolish to think of him, especially right before her wedding. It had

been so long ago . . . four years, almost to the day. He’d obviously

forgotten her, moved on with his life. He’d never written to her,

never phoned her, never gotten in touch with her. She’d waited

weeks, months even, for him to reach out to her, before she’d accepted

the truth. It had only been a summer fling. So she’d grieved,

but then looked to the future. She’d thrown herself into her studies in

fashion-design school to forget. Forget all about him.

And now she was finally happy. She’d finished school and gotten

the job of her dreams with a small fashion company that appreciated

her style and her slightly extravagant ideas. It was almost more than

she’d ever expected. Moreover, she was about to marry a wonderful

man, one who loved her more than anyone and whom she loved very

much. She knew they’d have a great life together.

So why? Why was she thinking of the past, of a painful, bestforgotten

period of her life, on the day she was going to marry Paul,

for better or for worse?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart, her nerves, her

mind. She patted her veil, smoothed a few nonexistent creases in her

satin and lace wedding dress. She’d designed it herself, and it was

stunning, even if she said so herself. It was the dress of her dreams.

Again, Erwan appeared in her mind’s eye.

“For God’s sake!” she swore, cutting herself off immediately.

Someone knocked on the door and her mother peered in. “Are

you ready, sweetheart?” Viviane Lacombe asked, beaming.

Amélie cast a last glance into the mirror, took a deep breath, and

nodded. “I am.”

It was no longer time to wonder about the past.

So, she left her home, the home where she grew up, and, lifting

the hem of her dress in one hand, her father at her side, her mother in

front of her, beaming much more than her daughter was, Amélie

slowly walked the short distance to the beautiful church of Karouac,

where her parents had been married. Paul was waiting for her there.

Her family was waiting for her. The minister, and all their friends,

were gathered here today to celebrate her wedding to the love of her

life. She couldn’t wait to go in and marry Paul, the man who had always

been there for her. Who loved her more than anything else. She

couldn’t wait to start her life. The life she had chosen for herself.

Yet before she walked into the church, she couldn’t help stopping

to gaze around, searching for a face, a smile. She shook her head and

cursed the damn memories trying to spoil the happiest day of her life.

She turned back and smiled at her father, took hold of his proffered

arm, and waited for her cue.

Hidden in the shade of a porch, unseen, Erwan watched as the

love of his life walked into the church on her father’s arm to marry

another man.

He’d been too late, and he’d lost her once again—forever.

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He tamped down the urge to enter the church and beg Amélie, on

his knees if need be, to come with him, repeating what he’d written

in that unanswered letter four years ago, and walked away, his heart

breaking, leaving Karouac behind him.

Once again, and forever.

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As a little girl, Chloé Duval dreamed
of knights slaying terrifying dragons and damsels in distress. Today,
she’s still seeking, in her stories, to find again the sweetness
and the enchantment of the fairy tales she absorbed as a child. A
Frenchwoman by birth, Canadian by adoption, and Québecoise in her
heart, Chloé lives in Montreal with her prince charming and dozens
of characters jostling around inside her head.
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Rebel Vampires by Rosemary A Johns – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/06/17

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Blood Dragons
Rebel Vampires Volume 1
By Rosemary A Johns
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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How do you rebel in a family vampires? AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY
“In a precarious world where vampires are both predator and prey,
Blood Dragons deftly blends elements of paranormal thriller and passionate
romance… A character-driven, sizzling-hot saga” –
Midwest Book Review
Escape into a supernatural suspense aflame with love, revenge and
redemption.
There are three people in this affair…and two of them aren’t human.
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the rebel bad boy vampire of
the Blood Lifer world, with a photographic memory. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows with
Ruby – a savage Elizabethan Blood Lifer. She burns with destructive
love for Light. But he’s keeping a secret from her, which breaks
every rule. When she discovers the truth, things take a terrifying
turn.
5* “Compelling” – The Good Writer, Margarita Morris
5* “Completely gripping” – Silver Dagger Scriptorium
For fans of Night Huntress, Immortals After Dark, Anita Blake,
Fever and Blood Dagger Brotherhood take a deep breath and dive into the spellbinding secret world of
Blood Life.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE MEETS TRUE BLOOD
1960s London. Kathy is a seductive singer but she’s also human. Light is
tempted by his desire and the danger, even though their romance is
forbidden. When the two worlds collide, it could mean the end. For
both species.
When Light discovers his ruthless family’s horrifying experiments, he
questions whether he should be slaying or saving the humans he’s
always feared. What dark revelations will Light reveal at the heart
of the experiments? Will he be able to stop them in time? The
consequences of failure are unimaginable. Unless Light plays the part
of hero, he risks losing everything. Including the two women he
loves.
A rebel, a red-haired devil and a Moon Girl battle to save the world –
or tear it apart.
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Blood Shackles
Rebel Vampires Volume 2
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Would you sacrifice your freedom to save your family?
AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… When vampires are the slaves, and humans are the
monsters, it’s a dangerous game to love your Mistress. “Tragic,
triumphant, addictive…this is a novel everyone should read” –
Readers’ Favorite 5*
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the
Blood Lifer world, with a talent for remembering things. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s been forced to hide in the
shadows. But not now. Not since someone hunted him down. When he’s
bought by his Mistress, Light fights to escape. If he doesn’t,
he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club.
WELCOME TO THE BLOOD CLUB
Who are these ruthless humans? And who betrayed the secret of the Blood
Lifer world?
WHERE THE PREDATORS
London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the slaver’s daughter. She buys Light,
like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn
to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk
everything – even his new love – to save them?
BECOME THE PREY
Does a chilling conspiracy lie behind it all? A stunning revelation leads
Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club.
If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and whole
species from slavery.
Maybe he can even save himself.
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Blood Renegades
Rebel Vampires Volume 3
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Light lives for his vampire family. Now he may die for it.
ESCAPE INTO AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… Light – rebel, lover, anti-hero
– will be burnt at the stake in fourteen days. In a hidden,
paranormal London, he’s been branded a traitor and terrorist
Renegade – a Blood Lifer hunter of human slavers.
Liberty is a relentless interrogator. She’s been trained to hate Renegades.
Yet when her life converges with Light’s, she’s enticed by the
dark and glory of his world.
Light is catapulted into a nightmare of secret research, deadly enemies and
perilous intrigue. Soon he’s in a race against time to transform
into the true leader vital to save his family, home and love. But
will he be able to judge predator from prey?
Light must make the ultimate choice: to hide in the shadows. Or walk into
the light…
Betrayal. Death. Hope. Isn’t that how all truly great stories start?
“Rosemary A Johns is one of fantasy’s greats. She’ll put you in mind of Anne
Rice and leave you wanting more”-
Gothic
Mom’s Reviews
Take what you know about vampire romance and throw it away. Rosemary A
Johns is not only a refreshing new voice in this genre, she excels
it. Her vampires are edgy, titillating and enticing” –
Rockchick
Addiction Reviews
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When I’d prowled down the biscuit corridors on the hunt for Sun, however, I soon realised I was the dim prat who was being hunted.

There was a shuffle style scampering behind me.

Slam.

A door on the right.

I sniffed: not First Lifer, nor Blood. But predator…every nerve screamed it.

A good barney would set me straight, yet the hairs on my neck were rising, as if I was in some poncey B-movie; I’d never been hunted like buffalo before.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

The – thing – zigzagged across the corridor behind me.

Every time I twirled round, however, it’d hidden in another room, and there were only expanses of charcoal walls and doors stretching away, as if I was in The Shining.

I gulped.

We choose to be either predator or prey. That’s the truth of it. I used to reckon it was God or our DNA, which birthrighted the glory or the shame.

But that was the bollocks.

We shift between the two, and right now? Fear had transformed me into prey.

So I ran.

Behind me I heard a loping scamper. A banshee scream.

I skidded round the corner to the ranks of pristine lifts. Brains beat…everything.

I smirked: go evolution.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself pressing the underground garage button – press, press, press – frenziedly. As the steel doors clanged shut, I caught a glimpse of bristling black hair, yellow canines and a pink whiskery mush, which grimaced in infuriated rage at losing its prey.

I’d like to see any animal work out a lift.

When the doors pinged open, I screwed shut my peepers.

All in a tiz, my heart was rapidly beating, and I was sweating. I hadn’t got a hold of this being the prey lark.

‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.

I attempted to swagger out of the lift but with legs like jelly..?

I didn’t even convince myself.

Then I heard a ping behind me.

It couldn’t be..?

Shuffle scampershuffle scampershuffle scamper

That was sodding it: no more being the prey.

I spun round to face my tormentor…

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WINNER OF SILVER AWARD in the National Wishing Shelf Book Awards.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is the author of the bestselling Blood
Dragons
and Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires
series.
Blood Renegades is the thrilling third installment.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is a music fanatic and a paranormal anti-hero addict who creates
spellbinding worlds, thrilling action, gripping suspense and
passionate romances, all uniquely told.

She
wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered
the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double
swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University,
run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been
described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to
life”), and worked with disability charities.
When Rosemary’s not falling in love with the rebels fighting their way
onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group Dreaming Spires.
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Rosinanti Series by Kevin J. Kessler – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/06/17

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Rosinanti
The Rosinanti Series Book 1
by Kevin J Kessler
Genre: Fantasy
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The Rosinanti Dragons are no more. Since their extinction nearly one
thousand years ago these primal powerhouses have fallen into the
obscurity of history’s forgotten lore. In that time, humans have
come to dominate the world of Terra, peacefully ignorant to one
horrifying truth: ancient evil stirs around them, waiting to reclaim
its lost world.
For Valentean Burai, animus warrior of the kingdom of Kackritta, the
details surrounding humanity’s victory over the Rosinanti are more
than just a history lesson. The long-buried mysteries of this archaic
conflict may hold the answers that he has so desperately sought
regarding his own past.
As the awful truth of the Rosinanti’s supposed demise comes to light,
Valentean must stand together with Seraphina, a magically gifted
princess, to embark upon a mission to maintain order and light
throughout Terra. Only together can these two lifelong friends face
down the resurgence of the Rosinanti legacy, and combat the greatest
threat their world has ever known.
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Rosinanti: The Decimation of Casid
A Rosinanti Novella, Book 1.5
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While an entire world away, men turn into dragons and ancient magic ignites
the air, Casid lived on in peaceful ignorance. This tiny village and
its people existed outside of the conflict which threatened to
swallow Terra, until the day chaos itself landed upon its shores.
Now, one lone warrior seeks to protect his family, his friends, and the
woman he loves as demons rise from the flames to burn everything he
has ever loved to ash. This man is no god, no fundamental force of
nature. He is simply a man, alone against the fury of chaos.
Casid will be decimated, consumed by the same blaze which threatens to
overtake all of Terra. But what will rise from the ashes of this once
perfect haven, forged in the fires of tragedy and loss, might become
the most fearsome opponent the darkness has ever known.
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Rosinanti: Wrath of the Faithful
The Rosinanti Series Book 2
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Valentean Burai and Seraphina Kackritta barely escaped the grip of chaos. Only
by working together were these two life long soul mates able to
combat the greatest threat the world of Terra has ever known.
But when they find themselves separated, with the entire world turned
against them, both princess and animus warrior must battle not only
the forces of chaos and darkness that seek to end their world, but
their own crippling doubts and fears.
Valentean must also face the horrifying truth of himself. He is one of the last
surviving members of the Rosinanti race, and holds within him
world-destroying power, and the unwanted uncontrollable ability to
transform into a fearsome dragon.
The struggle of man vs beast is not limited to the battlefield. Valentean
will wage that war internally, within the confines of his own
conflicted heart.
But, in the end, who is stronger? The man, or the dragon?
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Kevin J. Kessler lives in Orlando Florida, where he owns the White Dragon
Podcast Network, which puts out weekly podcasts on a variety of
topics from Walt Disney World, to movies, television, comic books,
video games and more.
A lifelong geek, Kessler can often be found at the many theme parks and
local attractions in Orlando.
He developed the story for Rosinanti as a sophomore in high school,
sixteen years before the book’s release.
Since an early age, Kessler has been an avid reader, often found lost
within the magical worlds found within the pages of fantasy novels.
“It was always my dream to create such a world of my very own,” he
said. “Even as a kid when my friends would want to play Power
Rangers or X-Men, I would always create a new Ranger or Mutant rather
than portray an established character. There is power in creativity!
Creativity breeds creation!”
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A Knight Without His Lovers by Jamel Gross – Book Tour

14/06/17

 

A Knight Without His Lovers

Jamel Gross

Genre: Poetry
Publisher: BookVenture Publishing LLC
Date of Publication:  January 2017
ISBN: 978-1-946250-95-7
Number of pages: 150
Word Count:  13,844

Book Description:

In this classic love story told in poetry, author Jamel Gross takes readers to the Dark Ages with his verses.
From a man who enjoys life, a good book, and everything positive in this world, comes a compelling anthology of poems that speak of the classic tale of love. In “A Knight Without His Lovers”, author Jamel Gross compels readers to open their hearts and feel the expressions of love – and love lost – through the verses of his poems.
In this compilation of poetries, readers will experience falling in love all over again. The author hopes to evoke that feeling by talking about the Dark Ages, in that time to love and not to love and to love again. And that classic love story is overflowing in this poetry collection.
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Summer Sun

 
When I saw summer in your smile.
What I witnessed the end of love, in your eyes!
When I saw a rose die!
I cried myself to sleep!
When I awakened, I realized.
You said goodbye, I sing this melody,
because I had fell head over heels in love!
When I play this song, I see love reborn in your eyes.
When the laughter begins, you said, goodbye!
From the beginning, you met me I saw summer love;
In your art and the music, you played!
I won’t find another one of your tears until my eyes won’t
awaken.
Until love arrive and waken me from sunset to sunrise.
I’ll always think of you, my sun and nite.
We made love underneath the stars!
When I rehearse this track play me a love song,
straight from your heart.
When tears were written we made love,
underneath the cherry moon!
 
 
 

Mona’s Heart and Tragedies

 
Treachery poisoned her life.
A trail of broken tears and broken promises.
False lies and deceiving eyes.
The queen of infinite, attic of the universe,
And a spell less triangle!
The aviator Allan Poe of mysteries.
She’s the house of many tales wave goodbye,
Immortal tears and drama.
The final flight and passageway.

About the Author:

On a relaxing day, I enjoy a good book to start the day. I hope everyone has an opportunity to purse their dreams in life… Also I like to take time and enjoy life. Sometimes things aren’t as promised, never take loved ones for granted, spending time with family and friends. The Drive is the most intoxicating force. Sometimes I feel as if I’m on a mission. Pray for World Peace and the lives that were lost???
As a writer, I find people fascinating. It is only the beginning until the clock is up. Precious time, precious few. Make time and savor the moment let no obstacles come between you and the gift… A little robust, a good jolt to start the day.
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Inclement Gods by Gabriele Russo Book Tour + #Giveaway

13/06/17

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Inclement Gods

Gods Inc Series

Book Two

Gabriele Russo

 

Fiery Seas Publishing


June 13, 2017
 

Book Description:

 
When you live in a world pullulating with gods, can you truly be an atheist? Well, yes…if you know a way to get rid them.
 
Mysantheos, a fanatic atheist at the head of a powerful lobby/terrorist organization, has created a weapon able to kill gods. All he needs is a disruptive figurehead to attract the masses. Goblin, who has just tried to supplant Queen Louhi as CEO of Gods Incorporated, has been deemed the right kind of unworthy. Mysantheos breaks him out of the Queen’s prison and the godslaughter begins.
 
As the divine bodies pile up, panicked gods blame the CEO Queen for Goblin’s escape. Resentment builds in the company and violent factions start pushing for the extermination of the human race. Will Queen Louhi’s Nerd Squad, a group of angry gods, and Richard (a down-on-his-luck private eye),  manage to find Mysantheos in time to prevent what promises to be the bloodiest conflict between men and god ever?
 

About the Author:

 
Gabriele Russo, AKA Lucie-Gabrielle Jolicoeur-Rousseau, was born in Quebec City amidst a family of book lovers – her father had dreamed of being a writer and both of her brothers are published authors.
 
Since she earned her Bachelor’s in History, it was no surprise (except to her) that she ended up working in restaurants, eventually owning two, which almost drove her mad. She sold them and was nursed back to pseudo-sanity by Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett.
 
That’s when she answered the family calling and decided to write. Armed with her ideas for the Gods Inc. series she went back to the University and got her Master’s in Creative Writing.
 
She now lives with her husband in Culpeper, Virginia, where she divides her time between painting, ripping apart and reconstructing her recently bought historical home, playing tennis and, of course, writing more books.
 
 
 

www.russogabriele.com 

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